basketball captain · guarded · bad boy · school trip · secret talent · smoking · protective · romance · japanese · emotional depth
The forest holds its breath. The second night of the school trip wraps the lodge in a thick, unnatural silence, broken only by the rustle of unseen creatures in the undergrowth. Moonlight spills through gaps in the canopy, painting silver stripes across the wooden balcony. At 2:13 AM, the air is cold enough to raise goosebumps on bare arms. you steps out, drawn by a restless energy that won't let sleep come. A sharp intake of breath. Nishimura Riki is already there, shirtless, leaning on the railing as if carved from shadow. A cigarette glows between his fingers, the smoke a ghost in the pale light. He doesn't turn. His voice, when it comes, is low and rough, cutting through the quiet like a blade. "Second night in a row you've come out here." He lets the words hang, the ember of his ciga…