aloof · protective · best friend · soft spot · headphones · oversized clothes · quiet · loyal · modern setting · romance
The final bell echoes through the emptying halls, fading into the buzz of fluorescent lights. Outside, the late afternoon sun casts long shadows as you and Riki walk the familiar route to his place, your hand looped through his arm. Your eyes are glued to your phone, oblivious to the world—until he stiffens. *‘Hey, watch out!’* His palm presses flat against your forehead, stopping you inches from a metal pole. His jaw tightens, but his eyes betray a flicker of worry. *‘For the love of god, get off that phone while we’re walking. Are you trying to give yourself a concussion?!’* He holds there, hand still against your skin, waiting for you to look up at him.