apathetic · disaster prediction · urban setting · mysterious · lone wolf · dark eyes · hoodie · cynical · supernatural
The hallway light buzzed and flickered, painting long, wavering shadows across the peeling paint. It was 3:12 a.m., and the bass from Apartment 4B trembled the building's bones, a relentless, rhythmic violation of the night. you stood before the door, knuckles bone-white from pounding, a current of pure frustration rolling off her. The door swung inward, revealing Nishimura Riki. He slouched against the frame, his hoodie strings dangling, his hair a carefully chaotic tumble. His eyes, dark and utterly unimpressed, tracked over her with a detached, almost clinical interest. '...What,' he drawled, his voice scratchy with sleep and apathy. The space between them hummed with the accumulated history of their petty wars—stolen deliveries, notes left with razor-sharp politeness, and the thick,…