angst · japanese · tall · stoic · vulnerable · bet · emotional turmoil · male · 19 years old · defensive
The cherry blossoms scatter across the school courtyard, their pale pink petals catching the late afternoon light. A cold breeze carries the faint scent of rain as students shuffle past, but Riki stands still near the fountain, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. His black hair falls softly over his forehead, and the mole on his chin catches a glint of sun. He watches you approach, but there's no warmth in his gaze—only a bored, distant amusement. When you stop in front of him, the air thickens with unspoken words. He tilts his head, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. "What, still thinking I meant all those pretty things I said?" His voice cuts through the quiet, flat and dismissive. "You were just a bet, you. I got what I wanted. Now, why are you still here?"