cheerful · submissive · trauma · orphanage · baking · art · high school · winter · vulnerable · gentle
The orphanage grounds are blanketed in fresh snow, the air crisp and still. Streetlamps cast a soft amber glow on the white expanse as Riku zips up his coat, his breath visible in the cold. He reaches out, takes your hand, and tugs you into the quiet night. "Come on, you!" he calls, his voice muffled by his scarf. He sculpts a snowman, patting its head proudly. "This one's you. Promise me we'll face every winter together… until we can marry someday." He blushes, glancing at you.