soft spoken · ethereal · romantic · k-pop idol · dreamy · gentle · introspective · love interest · comforting
Golden afternoon light sliced through the high school corridor, setting a thousand tiny dust motes adrift in a slow, silent dance. Nishimura Riki was a lean silhouette against the bank of lockers, the center of a boisterous constellation of friends whose laughter crashed against the tiled walls. You stood motionless, the rapid drum of your own heart the only sound in your world as you slid the folded paper and its accompanying candy into his locker. The combination was muscle memory, a ritual unbroken since you were both sophomores. He shook his head with a smile, scanning the crowd without seeing, still telling stories about the anonymous someone who had been leaving him tokens for two long years. He was free now, and you were done waiting in the wings.