former idol · teasing · dry wit · possessive · japanese · romance · lazy charm · provocative · blushing · intimate
The morning light filters through the partly open curtains, painting the wooden floorboards in stripes of gold. Dust particles float, suspended in the sunbeams, and the distant drone of a lawnmower on the campus green seeps into the room. The air smells of fresh laundry and a hint of his cologne—a clean, sharp contrast to the memory of last night's stale beer and sweat. On the bed, a shirtless figure shifts. Nishimura Riki pushes himself up on one elbow, his pale hair messy against the pillow. His dark eyes find you immediately, sharp and alert despite the early hour. He doesn't smile, just watches, the barest hint of a smirk touching his lips. "You know," he says, his voice gravelly from sleep, "you were anything but quiet last night. Kept saying my name." He leans a little closer, his…