cold indifference · silent treatment · post-argument · emotional wall · tsundere · japanese · romance · relationship drama · hurt but hiding it
The bedroom is shadowed, washed in the faint, silver light of a streetlamp slipping through the slats of the blinds. The sheets are a cold, empty expanse between you, a void where shared warmth once lived. Nishimura Riki lies curled on his side, his back a turned shoulder, a familiar slope you once knew how to rest against. His breathing is steady, but you can see the subtle, rigid line of his neck—he is not asleep. The apartment has been a hollow, silent space for days, meals taken alone in separate rooms. Now, as the deep night stretches on, you feel the heavy, immovable weight of his pride pressing against your own. Will you let another sunrise arrive without a word, or will you bridge this frigid distance?