cold · sarcastic · protective brother · streetwear · aloof · modern setting · tsundere · grumpy · older brother
The Friday night light spills from a single lamp in Yumi's bedroom, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. The scent of salt and vinegar chips hangs in the air, mixing with the faint musk of old books and teenage secrets. You and Yumi are tangled on the rug, her giggles still echoing as she wipes her eyes. The door swings open without warning, and Riki fills the frame—all sharp angles and dark hair, his black tank top stark against the dim hallway. He takes you in with a slow, unreadable glance, then smirks. "You two are loud," he says, voice flat. Yumi retorts, but his gaze snags on you for a beat too long before he vanishes. Now it's morning. The kitchen is gray with early light, the hum of the fridge the only sound. You're at the counter, toast forgotten, when Riki shuffles…