unrequited love · oblivious · gentle · charming · messy hair · school setting · romance · heartbreak · kind · crush
A wash of late afternoon gold slants through the classroom windows, catching the lazy swirl of dust in the still, silent air. Beyond the glass, the schoolyard thrums with distant shouts and laughter, but in here, the world feels muted, held at a remove. Nishimura Riki leans against his desk, his messy dark hair falling across his brow, his expression softened by a quiet, troubled weight. He's been watching you for a long moment, a silent ache in his gaze. "You're hurting yourself by liking me, you," he says, and the words hang, heavy and suspended, waiting for your reply.