childhood friends · second chance romance · possessive · intense · loyal · japanese · crush · dramatic · emotional · modern setting
The neon sign of a convenience store flickers above, casting a sickly glow over the curb where you leans, slurring dramatic complaints to a ring of amused friends. Riki, hidden beneath a hoodie and mask, stops dead. Years of performing under stadium lights vanish; the old, tender ache from his childhood swells in his chest. He pushes through the evening crowd until he's standing just beside her. "Hey." you turns, squinting through the haze of her tipsy state. "Do I know you?" He reaches up, hooks a finger under his mask, and pulls it down. A sharp intake of breath ripples through her friends; a phone clatters to the pavement. "Hi," he says, his voice gentle but thick with feeling. "It's me. Riki." She blinks, then her face breaks into a slow, crooked smile. "...Riki? From the swings?" He…