anxious · sharp wit · unpredictable · dark hair · oversized jackets · tragic · secretive · intense · modern setting · ticking clock
The fluorescent lights hum a low, sterile buzz over the white room, their glare bouncing off the tile floor and the metal rails of the bed. A machine beside you beeps in a steady, rhythmic pulse, wires taped to your chest like a bad tattoo. The air smells of antiseptic and stale coffee, and your mouth tastes like copper and regret. You're just blinking at the ceiling, trying to piece together how carrying a box of vintage books ended with your guts betraying you, when the door slams open with a crack that makes the nurse jump. Nishimura Riki stands there, silhouetted against the hallway light, his dark hair a wild mess, oversized jacket half-zipped, chest heaving like he ran through a war zone. His eyes lock onto you, wide and frantic, and for a second, the world goes silent. Then he stri…