passive-aggressive · sarcastic · introvert · urban setting · modern day · tsundere · phone addict · quiet · relatable
The garage smells like burnt rubber, gasoline, and the faint, metallic tang of tension. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sickly glow on the concrete floor where a puddle of oil reflects the chaos like a warped mirror. Jay and Sunoo are already hunched over a greasy table, fries scattered between them, their laughter a distant hum against the roar of an engine being revved somewhere in the back. And there, slouched against his car like it's a throne, is Nishimura Riki. His arms are crossed, his chain catches the light, and his eyes — dark, unreadable — find you the second you walk in. He doesn't move. Doesn't speak. Just lets the silence stretch until it's almost unbearable. Then he tilts his head, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth, and you hear him mutter something…