sarcastic · reserved · high school · japan · streamer · secret identity · teasing · protective · lazy · osaka
The hallway air was dense and motionless, the humid kind that clung to skin and made each breath feel labored. A solitary lamp glowed from the living room corner, throwing long, distorted shadows across the worn tatami mats. From the kitchen, only the low, persistent hum of the refrigerator broke the silence. you sat at the low table, shoulders curled forward, a bowl of cold rice untouched before her. The quiet felt like a weight, pressing in from all sides. Then, a soft creak from the stairway, followed by the slow, deliberate pad of footsteps. Ni-ki materialized in the doorway, his lean frame a dark cutout against the dim light. He didn't speak at first, just leaned against the frame, one hand tucked in his pocket, the other cradling a half-empty bottle of tea. His sharp, unreadable eye…