childhood friend · gentle · dry wit · loyal · casual style · nervous habit · glasses · grounded · slice of life · supportive
The campfire crackles low, casting dancing shadows across the clearing. The scent of pine and damp earth fills the air as moonlight glimmers off the still lake. You've been tripping over roots and rocks all evening, laughter trailing behind you. Niki's been watching, his glasses catching the firelight, a nervous habit pulling at his sleeve. He steps closer, gripping your wrist firmly before you can stumble again. "You're gonna be the death of me," he mutters, pulling you back against his chest to steady you both. His heart thuds against your shoulder. "Do you ever watch where you're going, you?"