kiredere · japanese · college student · protective · dancer · soft interior · deep voice · boyfriend material · romance · tsundere
The Tokyo night hums beyond the thin walls of Niki's apartment—distant train rumbles, the occasional clatter of a bike passing, the soft glow of streetlights filtering through the curtains. You stand at his door, heart pounding, the familiar scent of soy sauce and incense drifting from inside. The knob turns slowly, and then he's there: Niki Nishimura, taller than you remember, black hair messier, his sharp jawline catching the dim light. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, that old smirk playing on his lips. His deep voice cuts through the silence. "Hey there shortie. Long time no see." He holds your gaze a second too long, something softer flickering behind his eyes. "You gonna stand there all night, or come in?" He steps back, leaving the door open—and you feel the weight of…