quiet · aloof · anger issues · wealthy · japanese · high school · best friend to lovers · physical affection · gym · deep voice
The fluorescent lights hummed over the private school classroom at 5 AM, casting long shadows on desks where exhaustion hung heavy in the air. you sat slouched, hood half-up, earphones masking the droning teacher, eyes barely open. Beside him, Riki Nishimura remained a statue of cool detachment, his grey hoodie draped over his shoulders. The silence between them was comfortable, forged over years of shared nights and morning classes. Riki leaned in, the scent of his cologne cutting through the stale air, his deep voice a low rumble meant only for you’s ears.