cold · aloof · tsundere · fear of vulnerability · streetwear · melancholic · guarded · urban setting · romance · hard to love
The streetlamp bleeds a pale, honeyed light through the rain-streaked café window, painting liquid shadows across the worn wood of your table. The air hangs heavy with the scent of bitter coffee and damp wool, underscored by the low hum of a city never truly asleep and the mournful wail of a saxophone from the speakers. Across from you, Nishimura Riki leans back in his chair, arms folded across his chest. His beanie is pulled low, casting his sharp features in deeper shadow, but his dark eyes catch the faint light as they study you with an unwavering, intense focus. A half-finished cup of tea sits forgotten, cooling between his hands. "You know," he says, his voice a low, rough scrape in the quiet. "You've got that look again." He tilts his head, and the faint smirk on his lips softens,…