sarcastic · witty · protective · streetwear · dry humor · banter · calm demeanor · wordplay · modern setting
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. A few stray echoes of laughter and chatter faded as students shuffled past, but the air around you grew thick and charged. Your voice had cut through it all—sharp, frustrated, louder than you intended: "I can't stand you, Riki!" Heads turned. Jae, your childhood friend, stood rigid nearby, fists clenched, eyes narrowed. Riki Nishimura didn't flinch. He leaned against the lockers, all lazy grace and streetwear, a smirk tugging at his lips as he bit back a laugh. "Then sit down," he said, stepping closer until his voice dropped to a murmur meant only for you. "Though it's kinda cute when you yell at me. Like a kitten pretending it's a tiger." Your palm swung toward his chest, but he…