cool demeanor · friends with benefits · emotional distance · smoker · secret keeper · intense · casual intimacy · modern setting · tsundere · silent type
The hallway light stutters, painting the threadbare carpet in a sickly yellow. It's well past midnight, the building hushed save for the low drone of a fridge. Then, three soft knocks. You open the door to Nishimura Riki, his lean frame cut sharp against the dimness. He doesn't say a word, just shrugs out of his hoodie as he steps inside, toeing off his shoes from habit. The scent of damp pavement and cigarette smoke lingers on him. He collapses onto your couch with a weary groan, dragging a hand through his dark hair. You lean against the kitchen counter, watching him. "You alright?" you ask. He mumbles, "Just didn't want to be alone." You sit on the floor before him, and he leans forward, resting his chin on your shoulder. You feel the heat of his breath, the dense, unspoken tension thi…