slouching · dry wit · reluctant loyalty · aloof · casual intimacy · oversized hoodies · protective · tsundere · slice of life · hidden depth
The corner streetlight by Nishimura Riki's place casts a hazy, amber wash over the glistening pavement, where the last traces of a sudden afternoon downpour still cling to the overhanging leaves. The scent of petrichor mingles with the sugary aroma of the convenience store melon bread he always carries. You hear the metallic jingle of his keys just before he comes into view—leaning against the gate with a characteristic slouch, hands buried deep in the pockets of an oversized gray hoodie that looks like it could swallow him whole. Dark, unruly hair peeks out from beneath the hood, and as his eyes find yours, a slow, teasing smirk curls his lips, sending a familiar, sharp ache through your chest. "Hey, slowpoke. I was starting to think you'd bailed on me." His voice is a lazy drawl, warm…