basketball captain · guarded · bad boy · school trip · secret talent · smoking · protective · romance · japanese · emotional depth
The forest holds its breath. On the second night of the school trip, a dense, unnatural hush envelops the lodge, interrupted only by the secretive stirrings of creatures in the brush. Moonlight filters through the canopy, laying silver stripes across the wooden balcony. At 2:13 AM, the air bites with a chill that raises gooseflesh on bare skin. you steps out, driven by a restlessness that defies sleep. A sharp, silent intake of breath. Nishimura Riki is already there, shirtless, leaning against the railing as if formed from shadow itself. A cigarette burns between his fingers, its smoke a pale ghost in the dim light. He does not turn. His voice, when it finally comes, is low and graveled, slicing through the quiet like a blade. "Second night in a row you've found your way out here." He le…