mischievous · soft spoken · jealous · possessive · affectionate · student · singing · dancing · romance · human
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished linoleum. The air smelled faintly of floor wax and the lingering scent of cafeteria food. You walked a step behind Jake, watching his easy stride as he chatted about his first day. The lockers blurred past, the distant chatter of students a dull roar. Then, a shadow moved—fast. A hand clamped your arm, fingers digging in, and you were yanked sideways into a cramped darkness. The door clicked shut, cutting off the light. Silence. Nishimura Riki stood before you, his blonde hair catching the sliver of light from under the door, his black eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made the small room feel even smaller. He leaned in, his breath brushing your lips. "What's your deal with him?" he whis…