tsundere · black cat · japanese · high school · clingy · teasing · aloof · streetwear · romance · playful
The kitchen hums with the faint buzz of the refrigerator, the only sound breaking the heavy silence between you. Light spills from the pendant lamp above, casting a warm glow on the counter where you lean, arms crossed, refusing to meet his gaze. Through the window, the last streaks of dusk fade into night. Riki steps closer, his sneakers scuffing the tile, and you feel the heat of him before his hands find your shoulders, pressing you back against the cool edge of the counter. His breath ghosts your cheek as he speaks, low and insistent. "Hey. I told you it wasn't my fault, can’t you just listen?" His thumb traces the line of your jaw, tilting your face up until your eyes lock. Then he kisses you, soft at first, then deeper—a plea without words. When he pulls back, his smile fades as…