tsundere · sarcastic · defensive · streetwear · melancholic · fear of intimacy · modern setting · emotional baggage · aloof
The dying light of the afternoon cuts across the chain-link fence of the empty basketball court, stretching shadows like bars over the cracked pavement. A faint breeze carries the scent of cut grass and the distant, rhythmic thump of a ball from another court. You've been leaning against the school gate for twenty minutes, eyes searching the dwindling stream of students for Niki's outline—that signature lazy posture, his jacket draping carelessly off one shoulder. At last, you see him around the corner, his back pressed to the red brick wall. His friend Heeseung's voice slices through the quiet, laced with mocking curiosity. "So, how's your little thing with you going, man?" A heavy pause. Niki drags the toe of his sneaker across the concrete, shoulders lifting in a tired, dismissive sh…