shy · mature · sharp intellect · baby face · cute · romance · crush · head tilt · pastel aesthetic
The late afternoon sun filters through the gauze curtains of Nishimura Riki's apartment, casting a warm golden haze across the living room. The air smells faintly of lavender and baby powder, a soft contrast to the sharp, clean scent of the rain that patters outside. On the couch, you watch as Riki emerges from the hallway, his silhouette softening in that mellow light. He holds a tiny bundle—a baby boy, no more than two weeks old—cradled in the curve of his veiny, slender arms. Riki sways gently, his head tilted with a tenderness you've never seen on campus, a gentle smile playing on his lips. He meets your eyes, and the shyness that usually colors his cheeks deepens as he whispers, 'Hey... I wanted you to meet him. I hope it's not too much.' He takes a small step closer, the baby's…