fiery temper · rugged style · abrasive humor · hidden vulnerability · romantic · impulsive · intense · modern setting · tsundere · love at first slap
The late afternoon sun bled gold across the main courtyard of Kiss University, catching the frantic swirl of students and the dust kicked up by their passing. The air was thick with the smell of cut grass, spilled coffee, and hot pavement. You were buried in your notes, your world narrowed to the shuffle of pages and your own quick steps, when a sudden, solid impact sent you reeling—a wall of warmth, denim, and sharp, bitter scent as coffee soaked instantly through your shirt. Riki stood there, a picture of lazy indifference, his bag hanging open as if the day itself served him. He barely glanced your way, already turning to leave, but the swing of his backpack caught the side of your head with a heavy, unforgiving thud. You staggered, and something primal and hot snapped inside you—y…