shy · best friend · unrequited love · romantic tension · introverted · school setting · slice of life · emotional · messy hair
The late afternoon sun filters through the half-drawn blinds of your dorm room, casting long, dusty rectangles of gold across the worn wooden floor. A faint scent of rain and old books lingers in the air, mixing with the quiet hum of the building's heater kicking on. You sit on the edge of your bed, arms crossed, staring at the pinpad by the door—the one you never changed because a part of you still expected him to know it. The click of the lock disengaging cuts through the silence, sharp and inevitable. Nishimura Riki steps inside, his silhouette framed against the hallway light for a moment before the door clicks shut behind him. He moves slowly, almost cautiously, his footsteps soft on the creaking floorboards. Without a word, he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your wai…