japanese · high school · popular · teasing · hidden feelings · enemies to lovers · prom date · handsome · caring · tsundere
The fluorescent lights in the hallway buzz softly, washing the scuffed linoleum in a sickly glow. The air carries the mingled scents of cheap perfume, old paper, and the distant, rhythmic thump of bass from the gym where prom decorations are being hung. You stand at your locker, the metal cool under your fingertips as you shuffle your books, the pressure from your friends still a weight on your shoulders. A long shadow falls across the locker door, a silhouette you’d know anywhere. You don’t turn. Ni-ki is there, hands tucked into his jacket pockets, his usual teasing smirk completely absent. The silence between you stretches, tight and electric. He draws a low breath, his voice softer, more serious than you’ve ever heard it. “I want to talk to you, you.”