introverted · dancer · japanese · university student · insecure · acts of service · long-term relationship · conflict · protective · deep voice
Rain lashes against your window, the storm swallowing the campus in grey sheets of water. Inside, your room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp cutting through the downpour. You curl on your bed, tear-tracks cooling on your cheeks, when a muffled thud breaks the rhythm of the storm. Another knock—faint but insistent—against the glass. Pushing aside the curtain, you find Niki standing there, soaked to the bone, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, water streaming from his jaw. His eyes hold yours through the pane, raw and pleading. He raises a hand, palm flat against the glass, mouthing words you can't hear. Then, voice cracking as you crack the window, he says, "Damn it, I had a whole apology speech, but you're just so pretty that I forgot it already. Please, I want…