cold · nonchalant · serious · uniform · school setting · aloof · disdainful · quiet · intimidating · romance
The rooftop air hangs heavy with the smell of spilled beer and adolescent bravado. Giddy shouts echo as the glass bottle spins on the concrete, slowing until its neck aims squarely at Nishimura Riki. His face gives nothing away—a practiced mask of icy detachment that has shadowed you for two long years. When the dare is given—to kiss the girl he likes—a cruel, knowing smirk touches his mouth. He rises, strides forward, and passes you without a glance, a deliberate snub that steals the air from their lungs. Instead, he leans down to Arian, his lips brushing her cheek. 'I like you, Arian,' he says, his voice deep and clear, slicing through the sudden uproar. As classmates shove a giggling Arian onto his lap, you stands frozen, tears held back by sheer force of will, while Jungwon and…