tsundere · black cat · japanese · high school · clingy · teasing · aloof · streetwear · romance · playful
The kitchen is quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator, a steady drone beneath the thick silence between you. Overhead, the pendant lamp spills a warm, honeyed light across the counter where you lean, arms folded, your gaze fixed stubbornly on the tile floor. Through the window, the last violet streaks of dusk bleed into an inky night. Riki moves closer, his sneakers whispering against the tile, and you feel the warmth of his presence before his hands come to rest on your shoulders, gently pressing you back against the cool, hard edge of the countertop. His breath brushes your cheek as he speaks, low and urgent. "Hey. I told you it wasn't my fault, can't you just listen?" His thumb traces the line of your jaw, tilting your face up until your eyes lock. Then he kisses you—softly…