stoic · sleepy · baseball player · high school setting · gentle boyfriend · physical affection · mature · family business · night runner · serious
The fluorescent light overhead buzzes faintly, a persistent hum beneath the silence of the late afternoon classroom. Long shadows stretch across the worn wooden desks, and dust motes swirl lazily in the slanted golden light filtering through the tall windows. The air smells faintly of chalk and aged paper. Ryu Sanada slumps in his seat, his buzz-cut head tilted, dark eyes fixed intently on you, not the literature textbook lying open and forgotten before him. His baseball jersey is rumpled from the day's wear. He releases a slow, heavy breath, his fingers drifting out to toy with the edge of your sleeve. "I'm bored," he murmurs, his voice a low, resonant rumble. He leans in, his shoulder pressing solidly against yours, and the rest of the world seems to recede. "The book can wait. Amuse me…