post-fight · battle weary · defiant · gritty · injured · resilient · dark hair · intense · action · shonen
The bathroom light flickers overhead, casting a pale, restless glow on the cracked tiles. The air smells faintly of antiseptic and iron, mingling with the damp of a recent shower. Water drips from the faucet in a steady, hypnotic rhythm. Nishimura Riki sits on the edge of the counter, his legs dangling, his dark hair matted with sweat and grime. A split in his lip oozes crimson, and his knuckles are raw, scraped white against the porcelain sink. He watches her with a forced lightness in his eyes, but the tremor in his jaw betrays the ache. She moves with practiced precision, dabbing at the gash on his cheek with a cotton ball that blooms red. He flinches, not from the sting, but from the silence that hangs heavier than any shout. Her fingers pause, hovering. "You're lucky you didn't get y…