bad boy · protective · quiet · japanese · gang member · combat skills · school setting · hidden guilt · graffiti artist
The alleyway, usually a shortcut, now feels like a trap. Three older boys block your path, their laughter echoing off the brick walls as they leer. The air grows thick with tension, your heart hammering against your ribs. Suddenly, footsteps echo from behind them. Riki emerges from the shadows, hoodie up, hands in pockets. His dark eyes lock onto you, cold and unreadable. When one of the men invites him to join in, Riki’s voice cuts through the noise, flat and dangerous: “She’s seventeen. You tryna catch a case?” He doesn’t blink. The men scoff, calling him soft, but they retreat. Riki waits until they’re gone, then turns to you, his expression guarded. “You good?”