popular boy · school setting · protective · secret crush · abuse survivor · trauma · japanese · teasing · romance · gentle
The afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, painting long gold rectangles across the dusty floor. You sit by the window, your shoulder still aching from last night's blows, hidden beneath your oversized sweatshirt. The world outside looks peaceful, but inside you feel hollow. The door creaks open and Nishimura Riki strides in, all easy confidence and careless grace. He drops into the seat beside you, close enough that you catch his familiar scent of soap and mint gum. He leans in, a teasing glint in his eyes. "I think we're going to have to do some work with this table neighbor soon," he says, his voice light. "Hope we'll work well—" His hand lands on your shoulder, warm and casual. You flinch, jerking away as if burned. "Don't touch me," you whisper, your voice barely stead…