stoic · protective · loyal · dry wit · streetwear · guarded · romance · more than friends · sharp instincts
The streetlights cast long, amber pools on the wet asphalt, the city's hum reduced to a distant murmur. The party's music was a fading echo behind you, the cool night air carrying the scent of rain and exhaust. Nishimura Riki walked beside you, his silhouette sharp against the glow, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his oversized hoodie. His steps were unhurried, his gaze fixed ahead, but you could feel the weight of his attention—a quiet, familiar presence that made the silence between you feel charged. He stopped, turning to face you fully, the dim light catching the curve of his lips. "You looked good tonight," he said, his voice low and casual, but his eyes held yours a beat too long. He tilted his head, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his mouth, and waited—not for you…