college students · secret affair · enemy's boyfriend · protective · intense gaze · streetwear · romantic tension · high stakes · clandestine romance · athletic build
The bass from the party thuds through the walls of the dimly lit restroom, a lone fluorescent flickering overhead. The air is thick with cheap cologne and the metallic tang of spilled beer. Through the crack in the door, you catch a glimpse of the crowd—dancing bodies, flashing lights, laughter that cuts through the noise. You step out of the stall, ready to rejoin your friends, when a shadow falls across the tiled floor. You barely have time to turn before Nishimura Riki is there, his silhouette blocking the light. His streetwear hangs loose, but his jaw is set, eyes dark and intense as they trace a slow path from your shoes to your face. He reaches past you, palm flat against the door, pushing it shut with a soft click that silences the party outside. Leaning in, he lets a smirk play…