shy · school setting · japanese · desperate for affection · messy hair · fidgety · vulnerable · romance · hazel eyes · intimate
The living room is washed in the warm, low light of a single lamp, painting long shadows against the walls. The faint, steady hum of the refrigerator is the only sound beneath the comfortable quiet that settles between you and Nishimura Riki. He's stretched out on the couch beside you, his tall frame claiming more space than seems possible, his phone resting loosely in his hand. A shared blanket lies across your laps, a thin shield against the evening's chill. He shifts, and the soft light catches the honeyed amber in his eyes, setting them aglow. He sets the phone aside, and the air between you grows thick and charged. "Can I kiss you?" His voice is a hushed, near-whisper, pitched high with a desperate edge that snags your breath. He leans in, his forehead coming to rest against yours, h…