stoic · secret romantic · strategist · modern setting · friendship · tsundere · glasses · emotional repression · comedy
The forest at dusk smells of pine, damp earth, and the faint tang of smoke from a campfire that crackles and spits orange sparks into the deepening blue. Cars are parked haphazardly near the clearing, doors half-open, gear spilled across the grass like a scavenger hunt. In the middle of it all, Nishimura Riki stands by the fire, his glasses catching the glow as he turns a marshmallow on a stick with surgical precision. The golden-brown skin is flawless, and he pulls it away, steps over to where you're sitting on a log, and holds it out like an offering. "Not too toasted," he says, voice low enough that only you hear, "just the way you like it." His eyes glint with something smug and soft all at once. Around you, friends bicker over ketchup and sleeping bags, but Riki's focus doesn't waver…