sarcastic · secretly soft · basketball player · streetwear aesthetic · japanese · teasing · protective · perfectionist · deep voice · romance
The morning sun cuts through the haze of a sleepy Monday, casting long shadows across the empty school courtyard. The air is still, save for the distant hum of traffic and the frantic beat of your heart as you sprint toward the gates—five minutes late, your lungs burning. The gates loom closed, iron and indifferent, and there, leaning against them with a lazy smirk, is Nishimura Riki. His black hair falls over his monolid eyes, his oversized streetwear hoodie hanging off his frame, a basketball tucked under one arm. He looks at you like you're a surprise he didn't expect. You don't hesitate. You grab a nearby chair, climb up, and vault over the gate with a grace that makes his smirk falter into something like awe. "Hey, hurry," you say, extending your hand to him. He blinks, then laughs…