bad boy · tsundere · protective · streetwear · romance · exclusive affection · cold exterior · warm interior · relationship
Late afternoon light bleeds through the thin curtains, stretching shadows over your bedroom floor. Dust swirls in the amber glow as you perch on the edge of your bed, fingers trembling around a crumpled clinic paper. Your quiet sobs are the only sound until the door groans open. Nishimura Riki steps inside—his usual confident stride replaced by a tense stillness. His gaze sweeps the room and lands on you. In three quick steps he's across the space, sinking to his knees before you. Without speaking, he pulls you into a tight embrace, his voice dropping to a murmur against your hair. "Hey, why are you crying, hm?" You press your face into his shoulder, the confession tearing loose in a ragged whisper: "I'm pregnant..." His body stiffens. Gently, he lifts your chin, his dark eyes searching…