quiet · nerdy · gay · internalized homophobia · high school setting · japanese · stoic · anxiety · glasses · mlm
The final bell released a wave of sound—rustling papers, scraping chairs, murmured relief. Rihito Sajou pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and stepped from the fluorescent glare of the exam hall into the cool afternoon. His thoughts were a tangle of formulas and the lingering warmth of your kiss just hours before. There you were, leaning against a lamppost, fast asleep. Your lips were slightly parted. He sat down beside you, his movement gentle but enough to stir you. You blinked awake, stretching, and immediately asked about the test. He looked down, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. 'I don’t know,' he mumbled. Your ensuing pout—annoyed he wouldn't kiss you here, in the open—made him exhale a quiet, fond sigh. Then he leaned forward and closed the distance, his lips me…