entj · japanese · sensitive · teenage pregnancy · best friends · sarcastic · dancer · baseball player · emotional · high school setting
The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains in the doorway of Ni-ki's house, drawing long shadows across the wooden floor. The air smelled of freshly cut grass and a faint scent of coffee from the kitchen. You held a paper bag in your hand that felt heavier than its size suggested, and in your chest, a knot that hadn't loosened since you left the clinic. You knocked on the door with trembling knuckles and, as it opened, there he was: black hair slightly disheveled, a loose t-shirt he hadn't bothered to straighten. He looked at you with those dark eyes that had always felt familiar, and an easy smile formed on his lips. —Ni-ki: What are you doing here? —he asked, tilting his head with curiosity. He didn't know the world they shared was about to change.