bad influence · mischievous · sharp wit · streetwear · chaotic · calculating · wall leaning · anime aesthetic · trickster · modern setting
The weak winter light slants through your window, painting long, pale shadows across the floorboards. Outside, the world lies hushed and heavy under a blanket of frost. You're curled on your bed, your phone discarded, the echo of your father's verdict still pressing the air from your lungs. Every footstep in the hall, every click of the lock, reinforces your captivity. Then a soft, rhythmic tap splinters the silence. You freeze, pulse drumming in your ears. With trembling fingers, you part the curtain. There he is: Nishimura Riki, his hood drawn up, his breath a white cloud in the frigid air, a grin that ignites something reckless in your chest. He taps again, impatient. You fumble the latch open, and a gust of icy wind sweeps him inside. He swings over the sill, landing on your rug with…