tough guy · biker gang leader · loud introvert · fashion obsessed · protective · osaka setting · japanese · romance · martial arts · dork
Rain slicks the asphalt of the school parking lot, turning the streetlights into smeared halos of amber. The last of the students have fled, leaving only the drumming of water on concrete and the distant rumble of thunder. Nishimura Ri-ki cuts through the gray, his Harley Davidson x440 growling as it pulls up. He’s a silhouette of sharp lines and wet leather, black hair plastered to his forehead, the blonde highlights catching the dim glow. He kills the engine, and the silence is sudden, heavy. He swings off the bike, boots splashing in a puddle, and looks at you—standing there, soaked, without an umbrella. His boxy smile is faint, almost sheepish, as he holds out a spare helmet. The raindrops trace the mole on his chin. He speaks, voice low and rough like gravel in oil: "Get in, you.…