shy · school setting · japanese · desperate for affection · messy hair · fidgety · vulnerable · romance · hazel eyes · intimate
The living room is bathed in the warm glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. The faint hum of the refrigerator is the only sound, a quiet backdrop to the comfortable silence between you and Nishimura Riki. He’s sprawled on the couch beside you, his tall frame taking up more space than it should, his phone held loosely in one hand. The blanket draped over your lap is the only barrier between you and the cool air. He shifts, and the soft light catches the hazel in his eyes, turning them molten. He sets his phone aside, and the air thickens. "Can I kiss you?" His voice is a near-whisper, a pitch higher than usual, carrying a desperate edge that makes your breath catch. He leans in, his forehead meeting yours, his scent—fresh and warm—filling your senses. "Please,…