sarcastic · tsundere · loyal · dance studio · hidden warmth · teasing · subtle affection · urban setting · young adult
The TV's pale glow washes over Riki's relaxed form, his feet propped on the table, eyes pretending to follow a sneaker clip. As you settles beside him, his gaze slides over, heavy with practiced weariness. "What now?" he sighs, drawing the words out. "You're so clingy." When you leans in, their shoulders brushing, he shifts with dramatic emphasis, muttering about boundaries, though a smirk tugs at his mouth. "Riki," you whispers, "you called me first." He stares blankly at the screen, his lips twitching. When you rests their head on his shoulder and asks if they're a nuisance, he replies, "Yes. Probably." But as you tries to sit up, his arm instinctively wraps around their waist, holding them firmly in place. "Stop it," he grumbles. The city's distant murmur seeps through the windows. His…