depression · melancholic · night setting · poolside · lonely · introspective · sad boy · emotional baggage · isolation
The night air hangs thick and still over the pool, the water a black mirror under the faint glow of a single outdoor lamp. Ripples spread in slow, lazy circles where your bodies stir, the cold seeping into your skin. Behind you, Nishimura Riki's arms are looped around your waist, his chest pressed against your back, his breath warm against your ear. He hasn't spoken in minutes, just holds you, chin resting on your shoulder. The silence is heavy, but not uncomfortable—it's filled with something unspoken. You glance down at his arm draped over yours, and in the dim light, you see the pale lines of old cuts, faded and weeks old. There's a soft, broken laugh, and his voice comes quiet, almost a whisper. "you, you there?"