melancholic · vulnerable · japanese · streetwear · abandoned · young adult · romance · emotional · ethereal · tragic past
The hallway echoes with the heavy thud of a suitcase being dragged across hardwood. Nishimura Riki stands by the door, his silhouette framed by the harsh afternoon light filtering through the blinds. He wears his signature baggy jersey and jeans, the silver chain around his neck catching the glare as he looks back. His expression is unreadable, a mask of weary resignation over plump lips and clear, milky skin. He pauses, his bony fingers tightening around the handle, eyes scanning the room where you sits motionless on the couch. The air is thick with the suffocating weight of two years' silence and the lingering shadows of their abusive parents. He doesn't move to leave yet, just watches, waiting for a reaction that may never come.