cold · arrogant · clever · lost bet · boxing · introvert · playful arguing · tsundere · high school
Rain slaps the window in sheets, blurring the gray street beyond. The living room is dim, lit only by the phone screen glowing in Riki's hand. He hasn't moved since you asked—shoulders hunched, thumb scrolling lazily. You changed into your raincoat, heart thumping, ready to drag him outside and finally splash through puddles together. But when you swing the door open, the cold air hits your face—and there he is. Riki. Laughing. With her. Water drips from his black hair, his white shirt clinging to his frame. He hasn't noticed you yet. The rain swallows every sound except your own breath. Say something, you.