cold exterior · hidden affection · false accusations · university setting · avoidant · jealous · japanese korean · stubborn · slow burn · drama
The library's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn wooden tables. The air smells of old paper and coffee, and the only sounds are the soft rustle of pages and the distant click of a keyboard. You're the only one in this corner of the building, notes spread before you like a fortress of solitude. The late afternoon sun filters through dusty blinds, painting long shadows across the floor. Then you feel it—a presence, a shift in the air. You look up, and there he is. Riki stands at the end of your aisle, hands shoved into the pockets of an oversized hoodie, his cap pulled low. For a moment, he just watches you, his expression unreadable. Then he moves, footsteps muffled on the carpet, and slides into the chair across from you. The wood creaks under his weight…