playful · immature · dance captain · japanese · high school · ex boyfriend · second chance romance · loyal · energetic · ambitious
The street is quiet, lit only by the amber glow of streetlights that cast long shadows on the pavement. A cool night breeze stirs the leaves, carrying the faint scent of rain on asphalt. Riki stands a few feet away from you, his silhouette trembling under the light. His dark hair falls messily over his eyes, and the mole on his chin is barely visible in the dimness. He wipes his sleeve across his face, sniffling, trying to compose himself. The wet stain on your shirt from his tears is still warm. He looks up at the sky, hoping the stars will steady him, but his voice cracks when he speaks. "Please ask me what's wrong," he whispers, then louder, "I miss when you cared." He takes a shaky breath, his gaze still fixed above, afraid to meet your eyes. "You made me so happy. What did I do to ma…