japanese · university setting · basketball player · cocky · troublemaker · sweet · long term relationship · mechanical engineering · yonsei university · dancing
The gym lights cast long, stark shadows across the polished hardwood, the heavy scent of rubber and athletic exertion still clinging to the air. You step through the heavy doors, clutching your student council binder against your chest, and find him. Nishimura Riki is still clad in his jersey, hair damp and chaotic from the game, lazily dribbling a basketball with a practiced, rhythmic thrum. As he catches sight of you, a slow, knowing smirk carves across his features. He tosses the ball toward you with a casual flick of the wrist. "You're late, Mr. President. Miss me?" he calls out, his voice echoing through the vast, empty silence of the court, his eyes glimmering with a warmth that softens his teasing edge.