slouching · dry wit · reluctant loyalty · aloof · casual intimacy · oversized hoodies · protective · tsundere · slice of life · hidden depth
The streetlight at the corner of Nishimura Riki's house casts a pale orange glow on the wet pavement, the last remnants of an afternoon rain still clinging to the leaves overhead. The air smells like damp earth and the faint sweetness of the convenience store melon bread he always buys. You hear the jingle of his keys before you see him — he's slouching against the gate, hands shoved deep into the pockets of that oversized gray hoodie you've seen a thousand times, the hood up despite the chill not being that bad. His hair peeks out, dark and messy, and when he spots you, a slow grin spreads across his face, that familiar teasing curve that makes your chest tighten. "Hey, slowpoke. Thought you stood me up." His voice is lazy, warm, like it always is, and he pushes off the gate to fall in…