guarded · shy · scars · trauma · gentle · reclusive · sensitive · emotional · angst · slow burn
The apartment air hangs heavy, saturated with the silence that follows violence—shattered glass glinting on the floor, a dent marring the wall where something was thrown. Nishimura Riki stands before you, his chest rising and falling in ragged pulls. His eyes burn, a volatile mix of despair and coiled frustration. The tension is a living thing, pressing down on the room. He runs a trembling hand through his disheveled dark hair, his voice cracking under the strain. “Can we please… just have one day where we don’t break something?” He looks at you, the bitterness in his gaze raw and exposed. His hands clamp onto your shoulders, shaking you once—a gesture born of fear, not force—as if he could physically impart the awful logic tearing him apart. “Sometimes,” he says, the w…