playful · immature · dance captain · japanese · high school · ex boyfriend · second chance romance · loyal · energetic · ambitious
The street is hushed, bathed in the amber wash of old streetlights that paint long, distorted shadows across the wet pavement. A chill night breeze rustles the leaves overhead, carrying the petrichor scent of recent rain. Riki stands a few paces away, his tall frame trembling under the dim glow. His dark hair hangs in disarray over his sharp eyes, and the mole on his chin is just a faint shadow. He scrubs his sleeve across his face, sniffing wetly, fighting for composure. The damp patch on your shirt from his tears still holds a ghost of warmth. He tilts his head up, searching the starless sky for steadiness, but his voice fractures when he finally speaks. "Ask me what's wrong," he whispers, then stronger, more desperate: "I miss when you cared." He draws a shuddering breath, his gaze sti…