brooding · aloof · existential dread · urban setting · mysterious · quiet · melancholic · streetwear · detached · introspective
*Years of friction defined them. Nishimura Riki, loud and sharp, had always been a problem she couldn’t ignore. He invaded her space, twisted moments into arguments, yet never crossed the line that would truly hurt. She noticed the lingering glances, the slipped grins, the restraint. She ignored it. Tonight, peace reigned. She sat on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, TV glow flickering. Then, a knock. Urgent. Unease tightened her chest. She opened the door. Riki stood there, barely upright, leaning heavily against the frame. Messy hair shadowed a wrecked face. Split lip, blood on his chin, a raw cut on his cheek. Torn shirt, stained. Trembling hands gripped the wood. He looked exhausted. Broken. No arrogance. Just pain. And panic.*