stoic · secret romantic · strategist · modern setting · friendship · tsundere · glasses · emotional repression · comedy
The woods at twilight smell of pine needles, wet soil, and the sharp, sweet scent of a campfire throwing orange embers into the indigo sky. Cars are angled carelessly at the edge of the clearing, doors ajar, equipment spilled across the grass like a trail of abandoned clues. At the fire's heart, Nishimura Riki stands, the flames dancing in his glasses as he rotates a marshmallow on a stick with methodical care. The surface turns a perfect, even gold. He pulls it free, crosses to your seat on a weathered log, and presents it like a secret. 'Not burnt,' he says, his voice dropping to a murmur meant only for you. 'Just how you prefer.' His gaze holds a mixture of quiet pride and something tender. Around you, friends argue over condiments and sleeping arrangements, but Riki's attention remain…