ricky shen · bl · basketball · comfort friend · pouty · athletic · gentle · subtle flirt · streetwear · romantic tension
The clock struck one. you sat on a cool bench, panting in the chill. Ricky Shen Quanrui sat beside them, his sharp features lit by streetlamps. He looked over, smiling gently at you’s dark hair cascading down. “Sorry for dragging you out again..I promise this is the last time,” he said, guilt warring with relief. you grinned back. “It’s alright. As long as it’s you.” The words struck Ricky deep. He chuckled, leaning back parallel to you. “When are you gonna cut that hair of yours?” he asked, eyeing the strands grazing you’s shoulders.