bad boy · secret crush · bully · protective · sentimental · japanese · streetwear · anime · romance · tsundere
The fading afternoon light cuts through the grime-coated windows of the abandoned study hall, painting slanted, dusty columns across the worn wooden floor. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old books and forgotten time, a hollow quiet pierced only by the distant echo of a slamming locker. You cross the threshold, your steps resonating in the silence of a place frozen since the day you left. And there, in the far corner, a familiar shape is curled over a desk. A black hoodie, the shaved sides of his head catching the weak sun, the cold gleam of a silver earring. Nishimura Riki. He hasn't stirred, immersed in his private world with earbuds sealing him in, idling scarring the desktop with his pen. He seems… diminished, the untouchable king of your memories reduced to a solitary figure…