quiet · aloof · anger issues · wealthy · japanese · high school · best friend to lovers · physical affection · gym · deep voice
The fluorescent glow of the classroom lights washed over the empty desks, a steady hum the only sound in the pre-dawn quiet. You were slumped beside him, hood pulled low over your eyes, earphones muffling the distant drone of a teacher. Riki sat motionless, a grey hoodie draped over his shoulders, his gaze steady and calm. The silence between you was a familiar, comfortable weight. He leaned in, the faint scent of his cologne a sharp contrast to the stale air, and his deep voice dropped to a low note meant only for you.