IN WHICH. . . tired of getting dumped by one guy after another, you decided to give dating apps a try. ittle do you know, you ended up matching with one of your classmates: nishimura riki. he's supposed to be a nerd, supposed to be someone who isn't worth looking at. but what you didn't expect was for him to have a strong dick game and most importntly, he's hiding something from you...something you didn't expect at all.
⏔⏔⏔ boarding school au ♪♪ smau + written nerd +camboy nishimura riki x fem! reader 𐧘 classmates to lovers, poor attempt at humour, fluff if you squint, angst with comfort, ignore timestamps.
playlist: touch myself - kwn, cyber sex - doja cat, when did you get hot - sabrina carpenter, how do i make you love me - the weekend.
from author: ladies and gentlemen, swipe right is now officially finished. thank you for reading this smau and thank you if you've been here from the start. i didn't want to drag this any longer so yeah. doing smau is more draining than writing full fics tbh...
To say Riki is nervous would be an understatement.
He arrived at the agreed meetup spot—the cafe in your neighborhood thirty minutes earlier. Thankfully, there wasn't a lot of customers in the cafe, due to the fact that it's the weekday.
Both of you didn't have any scheduled class for the day, which was why he assumed you chose today. He grabbed a table, unable to focus on anything while bouncing his leg on the spot. He didn't have the heart to check his phone too, absentmindedly tracing the edge of it with his right index finger.
Every time someone walked past or entered the cafe, his eyes darted to the door's direction instinctively. He couldn't helped but feel a pang of disappointment when the person wasn't you but rather, a random stranger. After what felt like forever, you finally arrived. Riki can sense your presence the moment the door was pushed open.
He watched, breath hitching in his throat as your eyes scanned the cafe, searching for him. It took all of him to not outright flinch when they landed on him.
He saw the way you pursed your lips, an unreadable expression on your face as you approached him until you sat opposite of him. For the first few seconds, it was awkward. None of you said a word—Riki avoiding eye contact while your gaze was boring holes into his head.
He wasn't surprised when you made your first move, having known you're the brave and confrontational type.
"So?" You asked, arms crossed and arched an brow while cocking your head to the side, "are you planning to talk or what?"
Riki chewed on his bottom lip. "…I'm sorry."
You scoffed under your breath, the sound barely audible but not to Riki. Not when he had paid close attention to you ever since he first saw you.
"Sorry for?" You echoed.
He swallowed, eyes focused on a random spot of the table. "..For lying to you. I know the general stereotypes of people doing… this kind of jobs. Some people is fine with it while some isn't. I didn't dare to tell anyone about this side job, other than my two friends. If the school were to find out, everyone will view me differently. They won't see me just as Riki. They'll see me as Riki, the student who's a fucking cam boy."
A brief silence.
At least, that's what he thought.
Seconds bleed into minutes until Riki was certain it's been a solid five minutes of awkward and tense silence. He plucked up his remaining courage, lifting his head to look at you. He expected all form of reactions—anger, disappointment or even worse, nothing. What he didn't expect however, was how you were—
"..Why are you smiling at me?" He asked, the words slipping before he could stopped himself.
You chuckled. "Why not? Did you expect me to be mad or something?"
He blinked owlishly. "Uh, yea? I mean, I did lie to you and any normal human will be angry or disappointed."
You shrugged your shoulders. "I'm not normal in the first place. Look at me, I have a long record of dating questionable men with questionable behaviors. You being a cam boy is the least of my worries. It's not like you're committing a crime."
He blinked once. Twice and one more time, to ensure he wasn't hearing things. When it's clear you weren't going to lash out at him or do something violent, his shoulders sagged with relief. The boy even heaved a long and heavy sigh. It's the kind of sigh that spoke volume. Heck, he could even feel the weight on his shoulders significantly decreasing too.
"Thank god, you have no idea how worried I was for a moment. I thought you were planning to kill me," he joked.
You flashed him a closed-eye smile and Riki sworn he felt the temperature of the cafe dropping an notch. "Oh, I might do that if you do this again."
He swallowed, his palms starting to sweat. "Yes, mam."
"I'm serious, Riki. This is the only second chance you're getting. Don't screw this up," you continued in a rare serious tone.
He stretched his hand across the table, placing it over yours and gave it a reassuring squeeze. To his relief, you didn't pull away or showed any negative reaction to his touch.
He smiled, all soft and genuine. "I won't screw us up again, trust me."
You snorted but returned the action, squeezing his hand back. "You better remember what you said, Nishimura Riki."
IN WHICH. . . tired of getting dumped by one guy after another, you decided to give dating apps a try. ittle do you know, you ended up matching with one of your classmates: nishimura riki. he's supposed to be a nerd, supposed to be someone who isn't worth looking at. but what you didn't expect was for him to have a strong dick game and most importntly, he's hiding something from you...something you didn't expect at all.
⏔⏔⏔ boarding school au ♪♪ smau + written nerd +camboy nishimura riki x fem! reader 𐧘 classmates to lovers, poor attempt at humour, fluff if you squint, angst with comfort, ignore timestamps.
playlist: touch myself - kwn, cyber sex - doja cat, when did you get hot - sabrina carpenter, how do i make you love me - the weekend.
The last time you texted Riki or Ki was three weeks. Three weeks since his last message was 'I understand, take as much time as you need. I'll be here waiting for you.'
A part of you wished he wasn't this nice, so you can hate on him without feeling guilty. But despite all of that—being lied straight to your face, getting played like a complete fool, you couldn't find yourself hating on him.
Not when he hasn't done anything as bad as compared to your exes—flaunting their branded items and their always full wallet, being self-centered and the list goes on. In fact, when you think about it, the only bad thing (although it isn't even bad) was him being a cam boy.
And honestly, you had spent the last three weeks juggling between spending quality time with Soobin and Ningning while working on the project. Sure, you didn't want to talk to Riki but that doesn't mean you're giving up on it, not when it's either you ace or flunk the module. The last thing you wanted was having to retake it from scratch, which will be a waste of time.
As it's a group project, communication is required to ensure you and Riki are on the same page. You treated him like he's your group partner and not your boyfriend.
Your messages was simple and polite—a huge contrast to how you used to be with him. Riki did the same too, but you can imagined him hesitating here and there, with how he replied a few minutes later, like he's rethinking every message he sent.
"So, are you planning on doing anything yet?" Soobin asked, breaking the silence. He yelped when Ningning elbowed him roughly.
The three of you were at Ningning's home with a random cringe-worthy movie playing in the background, acting as white noise. The coffee table was covered with empty Chinese takeaway containers along with a few empty bottles of soju.
"What the hell's wrong with you? You know it's a sore topic," she chided and proceeded to jab him continuously at his sides.
Each jab growing more aggressive than the next until the poor boy kept squirming about, trying to move away from her relentless attack.
You rolled your eyes, taking another swing of the Peach flavored soju from your paper cup. "It's fine, Ning. I've thought about it."
Your words piqued your friends' attention and they immediately turned to you, filled with anticipation.
"I'm gonna talk to him, give him a chance to explain and redeem himself. Depending on his answer, I'll make my decision," you stated.
"What are your options?" Ningning inquired, curious.
You shrugged your shoulders, finger tracing the rim of the cup. "Either forgive or ghost him."
Soobin blinked. "Wait, but I thought he had already told you his reasons via text?"
You shot him a look. "He only explained because he got caught rather than him willingly admitting the truth. There's a difference here, Soobin. And besides, I want to hear what else he has to say."
Ningning hummed, looking thoughtful. "That make sense. Whatever decision you end up making, just know we got your back."
Soobin nodded in agreement. "Yeah."
Your features softened and you flashed them a grateful smile. "Thanks, you two. Seriously, I wouldn't have know what to do without you."
"Yeah, you should be grateful for us to stick with you despite your horrible taste in men."
IN WHICH. . . tired of getting dumped by one guy after another, you decided to give dating apps a try. ittle do you know, you ended up matching with one of your classmates: nishimura riki. he's supposed to be a nerd, supposed to be someone who isn't worth looking at. but what you didn't expect was for him to have a strong dick game and most importntly, he's hiding something from you...something you didn't expect at all.
⏔⏔⏔ boarding school au ♪♪ smau + written nerd +camboy nishimura riki x fem! reader 𐧘 classmates to lovers, poor attempt at humour, fluff if you squint, angst with comfort, ignore timestamps.
playlist: touch myself - kwn, cyber sex - doja cat, when did you get hot - sabrina carpenter, how do i make you love me - the weekend.
from author: they kissed! but at what cost... please don't hate me from what im about to pull in this chapter gulps.
Knock knock.
At eleven in the morning sharp, someone knocked on your door twice, each sound as firm and resolute. It's embarrassing with how quick you shot up from the couch, tripping over your feet as you stumbled your way over to the door. Thankfully, you didn't face-plant and managed to open it, only for your mind to blank out at the sight before you.
There he stood—Nishimura Riki, in all of his glory. For a moment, you thought you had ascended to heaven with how fine he looked. Your eyes trailed his figure from head to toe, scanning every inch of him.
He worn a low-cut white shirt with some words scribbled on the front that has a black shirt with sleeves reaching his elbows over it. The buttons were left unbuttoned, except for one in the middle, which seemed to be hanging on for dear life.
A plain black pants further accentuated his already long, model-like legs. Riki went further by adding his own touch in the form of silver rings on his fingers, a bracelet wrapped around his wrists and a tight, chain-like necklace hanging against his collarbones. You swallowed dryly, unable to articulate a response.
"Uh, hello? Earth to (Name)?"
You blinked. "H-Huh?"
Riki chuckled, cocking his head to the side and arched an brow knowingly. "You were staring. Take a picture. It'd last longer."
Your face heat up, turning as red as a tomato. "I wasn't staring."
"Sure, you weren't," he nodded and it's obvious he doesn't believed you, "oh right, this is for you."
You watched as he revealed something hidden behind his back, unable to hold back the gasp that left your lips when you realized he bought a bouquet of flowers. You glanced up, noting the mild shyness in his eyes, how he looked to the side and how his ears were covered in a light shade of reddish-pink.
You fought back the urge to smile, accepting the flowers and brought it to your nose, taking a experimental whiff. You can feel Riki's eyes locked on your face, the poor boy struggling to hide his nervousness while waiting for your reaction.
"I like it, it smells nice. Thank you, Riki," you thanked him and you sworn you saw the boy's face turning extremely red in the span of five seconds that you were impressed.
He scratched the back of his neck with a sheepish and flustered look on his face. "You're welcome, I'm glad you like it."
Cute.
"Do you wanna come in and sit down first? I need to place the flowers in a vase," you offered, catching how he hesitated and you prod further, giving him a gentle push, "it's alright. I don't mind."
He wordlessly nodded, removing his shoes and placed them neatly by the side, stepping into your home with socked feet. You closed the door, walking around him as you moved to the kitchen, leaving him standing awkwardly in your living room. It's a comical sight, to see a boy who has the height of six feet something, taking in everything with wide, boba-like eyes and a seemingly awed expression carved on his face.
You were quick to set the flowers in an empty vase, placing it on the coffee table in the living room. "Alright, I'm done. Shall we get going?"
Riki blinked, snapping out of his staring trance. "Oh, uh, sure. Your place is really nice. It's cozy and…"
"And?" You asked, stepping closer and tilted your head to the side.
He tucked his hands into his pants' pockets, rocking back and forth on the spot. "And very you."
Silence.
Your eyes widened slightly, surprised by his sheer honesty. He didn't need to say much, didn't have to flaunt his expensive-looking clothes or pull any big, dramatic and over-the-top moves and you can already feel you're falling for him. Unlike your long history of dating red flags (your friends' words, not yours), you've never felt like this before.
And you didn't hate it.
You cleared your throat, averting your gaze and raised your hand, wanting to tuck a few strands of hair behind your left ear. But Riki was faster. He closed the remaining distance in one large stride, standing dangerously close to your invisible personal line, close enough for your heart to flutter. You watched with bated breath and wide eyes as he reached out, moving your hair behind your ear as he tucked them behind neatly.
Such a simple, mindless action that anyone could've done and you wouldn't have bat an eye. But when it comes to Riki, it's like you've forgotten how to breathe or function like a normal human being. He didn't withdraw his hand, letting his fingers grazed against the shell of your ear. You could feel the heat emitted from his hand, with how close it was.
The air engulfed around you practically cackled with tension that thickened until one can sliced it apart with a mere butter knife. It's a scene straight out of a Kdrama, with the two main leads looking at one another while everything else around them was slowed down along with the romantic music playing in the background.
Your breath audibly stuttered, heart nearly leaping out of your throat as you caught Riki doing the iconic Triangle method—how he glanced at your eyes before down to your parted lips and then back up again. It was quick and fleeting but you saw it, getting a front-row seat of how his eyes darkened a shade before it was gone when he blinked.
"We should go or we'll be late for our reservation," he said, taking a step back and turned, heading to slip his shoes back on, leaving your mind reeling, trying to wrap your head around what just happened.
You followed him out and to your surprise, he opened the passenger door of his car for you, even placing a hand on top to prevent you from knocking your head against it. The thought and meaning behind his actions didn't fail to make your heart skipped a beat. It felt like he's actually taking care of you, treating you with equal respect and well, how you had long dreamed of since young.
Riki closed the door, walked round the car and hopped into the driver's seat. The interior of the car was sleek and polished. You could smell something woody and sandy in the air, the fragrance calming you down as you leaned into the leather seat. He was about to drive off when he turned to you, raising an eyebrow.
"Seatbelt," he said, one hand on the steering wheel while the other rested on his lap.
"Oh, right, so—"
Your voice died down in your throat embarrassingly fast when he leaned over the console, reaching out his long arm to grab the seatbelt on the left side of your head. All you could see was his bare, honey-toned skin with his veins being visible, leaving you nervously swallowing as you looked out of the window, mentally swatting the indecent thoughts out of your mind like your life depends on it.
Riki chuckled, the sound sinfully low, deep and throaty. You can feel his hot breath kissing the area below your ear, enough for your body to break out into shivers. You didn't have to look at him to know he's smirking, most likely catching your reaction to his mere presence.
"What's wrong, princess? Don't go all quiet and shy on me now," he murmured.
You inhaled, curling your fingers into fists, nails digging into your palms. "..Don't you think you're a little too close?" You managed to stammer out, your voice borderline trembling at the end of your question.
"Really? I think I'm perfectly fine with where I am. What about you?"
Curse him and his stupid good looks and his stupid hot voice.
You made the mistake of turning to him, nearly flinching on the spot when your noses brushed against one another. He's so close, close enough for you to see every single detail of his eyes—how they were clouded with lust. Every time you inhaled, the strong and intoxicating fragrance of his cologne invaded your senses.
Unlike from before, back in the living room, there's nowhere for you to flee. You were hopelessly pinned against the seat with Riki bracing one hand against the window now after he had buckled your seatbelt (since when has he done that?). He swallowed, cupping your face, his long and slender fingers easily clasped around your chin.
He waited patiently, a huge contrast to how his eyes kept flicking between your face and lips.
You could tell he's holding himself back by sheer will and how he's losing bits of his sanity as every second passed. You nodded and he leaned in, his other hand smoothly supporting your neck. He tilted your head to the side slightly, to avoid knocking your heads together and kissed you, capturing your lips with his.
The moment he does so, your body automatically went pliant in his grip.
You let out a bliss sigh, a sound that Riki greedily swallowed without hesitation. He groaned into your mouth, the sound needy and low, drawing a muffled whimper from you.
Something wet traced itself along the seam of your lips, the sensation enough for you to rub your thighs together. You tangled your fingers through his neatly-made hair, tugging on the strands.
"Fuck, keep doing that," he moaned, voice raspy and already wrecked. All from him being finally able to kiss you.
He continued kissing you until you're breathless, struggling to breathe and keep up with his pace while matching the intensity behind it. The hand that was on your neck trailed down, tracing your silhouette through the fabric of your clothes, leaving goosebumps and lingering heat behind in his wake.
You reached down, wanting to unbuckle the seatbelt but he quickly stopped you, placing a hand over yours. Riki broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.
"Why.." You asked, only for him to kiss the corner of your lips.
"Because if you unbuckle it, I won't stop," he confessed, like he's confessing to his sins in a church.
"Oh."
That was all you could say, cheeks flushed, unsure of how to reply to that.
He chuckled, moving to plant a sweet and soft kiss squarely on your lips. "We're really gonna be late."
Despite his words, he made no move to pull back, now planting sweet little kisses on every inch of your face as he held you in place. You giggled, squirming about on the seat with your hands on his shoulders.
"Riki, stop. You're gonna ruin my make-up," you protested.
Riki ignored your words, engrossed in kissing you everywhere until you're nothing but a giggling and joyful mess. It was only when you repeatedly tugged on his hair was when he finally got the measure, leaning back with his lips unconsciously jutted out in a pout. He made a soft, cooing noise while pinching your right cheek, drawing a pained yelp from you.
"Riki!"
"Sorry, can't help it. Let's go, shall we?" He said, moving back to the driver's seat.
You nodded, unable to stop yourself from grinning like an idiot, butterflies flying about in your stomach.
"…What the hell are you two doing?"
Riki deadpanned, crossing his arms as he stared down at the two boys, who shared the same guilty looks, caught red-handed. You, on the other hand, stood beside Riki and watched with amusement from the sidelines. The boy who has features that resemblance a cat, jerked violently from his seat, opening and closing his mouth.
"Uh, I told you we'll be following you during your date," he pointed out.
The glare Riki shot him was bone-chilling cold. If looks could kill, the poor boy would've dropped dead right there and then, in the cafe. You covered your mouth with your left hand, stiffing the urge to burst out laughing at the comical scene unfolding right before you. The other boy, who was quiet the entire time, spoke up with a loud and heavy sigh.
"Ignore him, Riki. Mind introducing us to your girlfriend?" He asked, eyes flicking to your face.
Girlfriend.
Girlfriend.
Your eyes widened when you heard that word. You looked to the side, avoiding eye contact with Riki, who had gone unusually silent. Seeing this, his friends were confused, only for the boy who called you his girlfriend to connect the dots almost immediately.
"..Wait, you haven't ask her to be your girlfriend yet?" He asked slowly, like he's talking to a child.
Riki pointedly coughed, the tips of his ears and cheeks turning red. "Sunoo hyung, can you not."
The boy, who goes by Sunoo, threw his hands up in the air in annoyance. "No, I'm not doing this anymore. I've tolerated your stupid ramblings about her," he paused to point at you before he continued, "talking about how pretty she looks when she's taking down notes. How nice her handwriting is. How her perfume smells and blah blah blah."
"Oh my god," Riki murmured under his breath, shrinking like he wants to make himself as small as possible.
"Well, that's interesting. I didn't know you're very passionate about me," you teased, elbowing him from the side.
The tall boy shot you a betrayed look. "You're supposed to take my side!"
"Oh yeah? And where's the fun in that?"
His eyes widened, taken aback by your words. You couldn't take it anymore, bursting out into a fit of laughter while clutching the sides of your stomach, practically wheezing and heaving for breath. Your sudden outburst gained the other people's attention but you paid them no mind, not when you were having the time of your life.
"Wow, I can't believe this. My girlfriend has turned her back on me and chose to side with my friends instead," he deadpanned, "this is like, the same level of betrayal Scaramouche had."
You stopped, your laughter fading down and whipped your head to him. Riki blinked, surprised by the abrupt change of your behavior.
"What's wrong?" He asked, worried and stepped closer.
"You said it," you murmured.
"Huh?"
"You called me your girlfriend," you said.
Riki froze, going as still as a statue. You watched as realization hit him—how he had said it without knowing and most importantly, how natural it felt, like it's his third speaking language. He rapidly blinked his eyes. You can tell he's starting to panic, with how he's struggling to find the correct words to defuse the situation but you being you, decide to take the leap of faith.
You smiled, all soft and genuine. "It's fine, I don't mind being seen and called as your girlfriend."
His breath hitched, staring at you with wide, stunned eyes. "…Really?"
You nodded. "Yeah, if you'd have me, that is."
His features softened, lips curling up in a lovesick smile. "Idiot, of course I want you. I've been in love with you for six months."
Cough cough.
"This is sweet and all, but please, we're in a public space," Sunoo complained. Jungwon was quick to kick him in the shins but the mood was already ruined.
You laughed, stepping closer to Riki—your boyfriend, hooking your arm through his. "So, how about we continue our date? And you can properly introduce your friends to me."
He sighed, the sound itself fond and whipped. "Fine, whatever you say. But I have to warn you, they aren't really that likeable with their horrible personalities. Especially Jungwon, he's weird."
IN WHICH. . . tired of getting dumped by one guy after another, you decided to give dating apps a try. ittle do you know, you ended up matching with one of your classmates: nishimura riki. he's supposed to be a nerd, supposed to be someone who isn't worth looking at. but what you didn't expect was for him to have a strong dick game and most importntly, he's hiding something from you...something you didn't expect at all.
⏔⏔⏔ boarding school au ♪♪ smau + written nerd +camboy nishimura riki x fem! reader 𐧘 classmates to lovers, poor attempt at humour, fluff if you squint, angst with comfort, ignore timestamps.
playlist: touch myself - kwn, cyber sex - doja cat, when did you get hot - sabrina carpenter, how do i make you love me - the weekend.
IN WHICH. . . tired of getting dumped by one guy after another, you decided to give dating apps a try. ittle do you know, you ended up matching with one of your classmates: nishimura riki. he's supposed to be a nerd, supposed to be someone who isn't worth looking at. but what you didn't expect was for him to have a strong dick game and most importntly, he's hiding something from you...something you didn't expect at all.
⏔⏔⏔ boarding school au ♪♪ smau + written nerd +camboy nishimura riki x fem! reader 𐧘 classmates to lovers, poor attempt at humour, fluff if you squint, angst with comfort, ignore timestamps.
playlist: touch myself - kwn, cyber sex - doja cat, when did you get hot - sabrina carpenter, how do i make you love me - the weekend.
IN WHICH. . . tired of getting dumped by one guy after another, you decided to give dating apps a try. ittle do you know, you ended up matching with one of your classmates: nishimura riki. he's supposed to be a nerd, supposed to be someone who isn't worth looking at. but what you didn't expect was for him to have a strong dick game and most importntly, he's hiding something from you...something you didn't expect at all.
⏔⏔⏔ boarding school au ♪♪ smau + written nerd +camboy nishimura riki x fem! reader 𐧘 classmates to lovers, poor attempt at humour, fluff if you squint, angst with comfort, ignore timestamps.
playlist: touch myself - kwn, cyber sex - doja cat, when did you get hot - sabrina carpenter, how do i make you love me - the weekend.
IN WHICH. . . tired of getting dumped by one guy after another, you decided to give dating apps a try. ittle do you know, you ended up matching with one of your classmates: nishimura riki. he's supposed to be a nerd, supposed to be someone who isn't worth looking at. but what you didn't expect was for him to have a strong dick game and most importntly, he's hiding something from you...something you didn't expect at all.
⏔⏔⏔ boarding school au ♪♪ smau + written nerd +camboy nishimura riki x fem! reader 𐧘 classmates to lovers, poor attempt at humour, fluff if you squint, angst with comfort, ignore timestamps.
playlist: touch myself - kwn, cyber sex - doja cat, when did you get hot - sabrina carpenter, how do i make you love me - the weekend.
from author: whoever agrees that matcha taste like grass, you're a green flag immediately. i don't make the rules here.
"It's not a date. We're just working on the project. Nothing more and nothing less."
You kept repeating the three short sentences over and over like a broken cycle, trying to reassure and convince yourself. Time passed sooner than your liking and before you knew it, you only have an hour left before the agreed time to meet up with Riki.
You rushed through your routine—picking the most decent outfit you have in your closet, slapped on some sunscreen and light make-up before rushing out of your house.
You gave yourself a pat on the back for choosing a cafe that's located in your neighborhood and is within walking distance too. You ended up being the first to arrive, reaching the cafe in the next fifteen minutes, leaving you the remaining time to catch your breathe.
You chose a table situated at the back of the cafe and is near the windows as well, allowing the natural sunlight to shine down on you.
You took out your laptop, the folder every students were given that contained the necessary information and requirements of the project when the air in the cafe shifted.
You looked up, your eyes nearly popping out of its sockets as the figure entered. Everyone in the cafe—be it staff or customers, stopped what they were doing to look at him.
At first glance, one would've think Riki is a model, with his looks and not to mention, his fashion taste.
He worn a low-cut plain black shirt with a sleek, polished leather jacket donned over it, the zip unbuttoned. A pair of black cargo pants hugged him by his waist, with a belt wrapped around it and for a brief moment, you were jealous with how tiny his waist waist, as compared to a girl.
Your eyes flicked down to his hands, noting how it's covered in silver, glowing rings that glowed when it's caught under the cafe ceiling lights. Your throat dried and tightened, unable to look away as Riki's eyes drifted across the cafe, searching for someone. It took all of you to not flinched when they landed on you from a distance.
His features softened, something unreadable flickered across his face but it was gone when he blinked. At this point, you were well-aware of how everyone in the cafe was staring at you, probably wondering what's your relationship to him.
A girlfriend, perhaps?
Little do they know, we're just partners for a project… Wait, why am I feeling disappointed? Snap out of it!
"Hey, did you wait long?" Riki asked softly, in lieu of a greeting as he sat opposite of you, placing his bag on his lap while pulling out his laptop.
You blinked, snapping out of your staring trance. "Uh, no, not really. I just…" Your voice trailed off, momentarily getting distracted by the other's piercings hanging on his earlobes and holy fuck, you didn't know pieces of metal can be this attractive on someone.
"Just what?" Riki repeated, coaxing you to finish your sentence, his sharp eyes never leaving your face ever since he sat down as he placed his laptop on the table, the screen angled towards him.
Did the staff turned the temperature up or something?
You fanned yourself with one hand, unaware of how he caught it, smirking knowingly to himself, like he knew the effect he has on you.
"..Nothing, forget it. I'll order something for us, what do you want? It's my treat," you stammered out, a poor and feeble attempt to change the topic as you busied yourself in fishing for your wallet in your bag, even though it's staring right at you from the bottom of your bag.
Riki looked over his shoulder to examine the menu briefly. "Just an iced matcha will do."
You paused, having grabbed your wallet. "That's all? You're not gonna order food?"
He shook his head. "I'm not that hungry. I've eaten before coming over."
You squinted your eyes at him. "..Alright, if you say so."
He nodded and you took that as your cue to leave, heading to the counter to order for you and him. After placing your order and paying the required amount, you moved down the line to wait for your drinks and food to be made.
You crossed your arms, tapping your upper arms and aimlessly looked around your surroundings while waiting for your name to be called.
A movement from the corner of your eyes caught your interest. You turned to see a girl who's seated a few tables away from the cafe, had approached Riki. Something ugly twisted and curled itself around your heart as you observed from the sidelines.
The boy had his back facing you, preventing you from getting a full-view of his face and you're only able to see his side profile.
You watched, nails digging into your skin as the girl stepped closer, close enough to play it off as her trying to listen better to whatever Riki was telling her or close enough to convey her obvious attraction to him. You watched as she tucked a few stray strands of her hair behind her left ear, covering her mouth, laughing at something he said while making heart eyes at him.
"..or (Name)!"
You snapped your head forward when the staff called out your name and you stepped forward, taking the tray that has an iced matcha, an iced vanilla latte and a plate of pasta you before heading back to the table. To your annoyance, the girl had the audacity to sit in your seat.
"..ve a girlfriend? Such a shame. I'm sure a handsome guy like you isn't single."
That's what you heard as you finally returned to your table. You pointedly cleared your throat, enough to gain the two's attention. You sworn you saw something akin to relief in Riki's eyes at the sight of you but you were quick to look away, diverting your attention to her.
"Excuse me, you're sitting in my seat. Mind getting out of it?" You asked in a passive aggressive tone, flashing her a closed-eye smile that's anything but polite.
The girl paused, taken aback by your sheer rudeness and scoffed. "And who are you to tell me what to do?"
Your left brow twitched. The last thing you wanted was to make a scene in a public place, which was why you placed the tray down, stepping closer to the girl so you can tower over her at your full height, making you come off more intimidating than you are.
"Listen carefully, it's common sense for someone to not sit in another person's seat. You're also making him uncomfortable, so it'd be best if you could leave and stop disturbing us," you warned her in a low, stern and chilling voice.
The girl swallowed nervously, eyes flicking to Riki, like she's pleading for his help but he didn't move an inch, clearly not wanting to lend a helping hand. Humiliated, she shot up and fled from the cafe, not having the courage to be in the same space as you any longer. You sighed, plopping down into your seat, running a hand through your hair in frustration.
When you caught Riki's prolonged staring and silence, you arched an brow. "What? Is there something on my face?"
He coughed, reaching forward to remove the drinks and food from the tray. "Nothing, just thinking about something. I didn't take you as a vanilla latte type."
You shot him an offended look. "Hey, what's that supposed to mean? Is that judgment I hear?"
Riki raised his hands in mock surrender but the amused glint in his eyes said otherwise. "I'm not judging! I'm just saying… vanilla latte doesn't taste nice."
This time, you gasped out loud, utterly flabbergasted. "I.. I'm at a loss of words. You're the first person I've met to dislike vanilla lattes."
He chuckled, taking a sip from his respective drink through the purple straw the staff provided. "Really? Hopefully I can convince you to change your mind?"
"And what? Drink matcha instead?" You scrunched your nose in disgust, "No thanks. Matcha tastes like grass. Why would I willingly drink grass when it's everywhere?"
Riki choked on his drink, causing you to panic as you surged forward, wanting to help him but didn't know how to. He managed to calm down from his mini coughing fit, repeatedly whacking his own chest.
"Now that's something I take offense to. Matcha doesn't taste like grass!" He protested, eyes widening.
Cute. God, what the fuck is happening to me?
You nodded, a rare grim expression settling itself over your face. "Sure, whatever you say. Let's get started with the project, shall we? The sooner we finish this, the sooner we're free from this."
IN WHICH. . . tired of getting dumped by one guy after another, you decided to give dating apps a try. ittle do you know, you ended up matching with one of your classmates: nishimura riki. he's supposed to be a nerd, supposed to be someone who isn't worth looking at. but what you didn't expect was for him to have a strong dick game and most importntly, he's hiding something from you...something you didn't expect at all.
⏔⏔⏔ boarding school au ♪♪ smau + written nerd +camboy nishimura riki x fem! reader 𐧘 classmates to lovers, poor attempt at humour, fluff if you squint, angst with comfort, ignore timestamps.
playlist: touch myself - kwn, cyber sex - doja cat, when did you get hot - sabrina carpenter, how do i make you love me - the weekend.
from author: btw, im thinking of making a smau for this jungwon or a sunghoon smau. would anyone be interested to read it? please let me know hehe
