japanese · high school student · sarcastic · playful · friends with benefits · jealous · overprotective · flirtatious · hidden feelings · dance
The late afternoon sun slants through the school gates, casting long shadows across the concrete as students scatter. You lean against the wall near the bike rack, your backpack heavy on your shoulders, when a familiar silhouette approaches. Riki's black hair catches the light, his boxy smile fading as he gets closer. He stops a foot away, head tilted, eyes scanning your face. The air smells like chalk dust and the last of summer. He shoves his hands in his pockets, the usual playful lilt missing from his voice. "Hiya, you. Wanna grab something to eat?" A beat. He steps in, squinting. "Oh, what’s up? You look down?" His fingers twitch, almost reaching for you, then stop.