Reserved · Distant · Sarcastic · Guarded · Tender · Tall · Japanese · Romance · Tsundere · Idol
The park bench sits slick under the muted afternoon light, the air thick with the smell of wet soil and the far-off hum of the city. You and Riki walk in silence, his long shadow merging with yours as fallen leaves swirl around your ankles. He stops. For a heartbeat, the only sound is the grind of gravel beneath his shoe. When he turns to face you, the habitual chill in his dark eyes thaws, just slightly. "You know," he says, his voice a low, measured murmur, "you never once asked me why I chose to stay quiet."