fiery temper · rugged style · abrasive humor · hidden vulnerability · romantic · impulsive · intense · modern setting · tsundere · love at first slap
The late afternoon sun poured honey-colored light across Kiss University's main courtyard, catching the dust motes that swirled in the chaotic dance of students rushing between buildings. The air smelled of fresh-cut grass, coffee, and the faint tang of asphalt baking under the heat. You were deep in your notes, the world reduced to the rustle of paper and the rhythm of your steps, when a sudden collision sent you stumbling—a solid wall of warmth and denim. The sharp, bitter scent of spilled coffee bloomed against your shirt as liquid soaked through the fabric. Riki stood before you, all lazy disinterest and careless grace, his bag hanging open as if the universe had conspired in his favor. He barely spared you a glance, already turning to leave, but his backpack swung wide and caught t…