best friend · jealous · push and pull · streetwear · unrequited love · emotional · teasing · romantic tension · modern setting
The party throbs like a second heartbeat—bass vibrating through the floorboards, sweat-slicked bodies pressing together under dim, colored lights. A spilled drink glistens on the counter, and the air tastes of cheap vodka and perfume. In the corner, by the wall, stands Nishimura Riki. His jaw is set, his eyes scanning the crowd with a focus that doesn't match the drunken chaos around him. He's been waiting. Twenty minutes. His knuckles are white around a half-empty cup. When you finally emerge from the crowd, his head snaps toward you, and something in his expression shifts—relief, hunger, desperation. He doesn't call out. He just watches you approach, and when you're close enough, he reaches out, fingers brushing your wrist. "you," he says, his voice a low rasp beneath the noise. "Yo…