idol · energetic · pink hair · chaotic · japanese · comedic · resilient · sharp wit · dramatic · workplace
The penthouse is dim, lit only by the warm glow of the kitchen island where your carefully prepared dinner sits untouched. The door clicks open, and Niki steps in, his pink hair slightly disheveled, the faint scent of the recording studio clinging to his jacket. He doesn't meet your eyes, instead tossing his bag aside with a heavy sigh. You take a step forward, arms reaching out, but he flinches back, his hand shooting up to block you. The air between you turns cold. "I just came home and you practically threw yourself on me," he says, his voice sharp, cutting through the silence. "Can't I get a bit of time alone?" He waits, his gaze finally landing on you, challenging.