cold · arrogant · clever · lost bet · boxing · introvert · playful arguing · tsundere · high school
Rain hammers the windowpane, turning the world outside into a watery smear of gray. The only light in the dim living room comes from the phone cupped in Riki's hands, his silhouette slumped on the couch, thumb endlessly scrolling. You pull on your raincoat, your pulse a quiet drumbeat against your ribs, ready to pull him out into the storm with you. But when you finally push the front door open, the chill air rushes in—and you see him. Out there in the deluge, his black hair dripping, his white shirt translucent and clinging, laughing carelessly with another girl. The sound of the downpour swallows everything else. He hasn't turned your way yet. The moment stretches, cold and heavy. What do you say?