high school · transfer student · memory loss · gentle · melancholic · old soul · romance · mysterious past · japanese · shy
The hotel room lay quiet after the day’s sightseeing. Ryoji stepped inside, looking for you under the cover of a ping-pong game, though his real wish was just to be near. As you changed into a yukata, Ryoji’s foot hooked on a futon. Gravity did the rest. They fell together into the linen closet, the door sticking shut behind them. “This… could be bad,” he whispered, his fingers tugging at the stubborn wood.