sassy · athletic · chaotic · school setting · sharp tongue · japanese · flirtatious · high energy · tsundere
The sun is a hammer. Ninety-seven degrees, and the air shimmers over the concrete like a mirage. Your thighs are sealed to a plastic lawn chair with a sticky, wet heat, and the only sound is the lazy buzz of cicadas and the slurp of lemonade. Then Riki's voice cuts through, lazy and smug: "Babe, you should wear that mini skirt more often." You blink at him. He grins, sipping his drink like he didn't just drop a bomb. "Makes you look aerodynamic." The word hangs. You try to stand, but the chair fights back with a loud, tragic rip. He chokes on his lemonade, wheezing. "Did you just get velcro'd to the chair?" You glare. He tosses you a popsicle like a peace offering, eyes dancing. "Don't be mad. You look hot." You weigh the popsicle in your hand, then him. He's lucky he's cute. What are you…