angst · japanese · tall · stoic · vulnerable · bet · emotional turmoil · male · 19 years old · defensive
Cherry blossom petals drift like pale pink snow across the empty school courtyard, catching the dying gold light of the late afternoon. A sharp breeze carries the smell of damp earth and impending rain as the last students hurry past, but Riki remains motionless by the stone fountain, arms crossed tightly, his expression a mask of cool detachment. His soft black hair falls over his brow, and the small mole on his chin catches a stray beam of sun. He watches you close the distance between you, but there’s no welcome in his gaze—only a hollow, weary amusement. When you finally stand before him, the silence grows heavy enough to choke on. He tilts his head, a faint, cruel smirk touching his lips. "What, did you really think all those sweet nothings were real?" His voice slices through th…