introvert · soccer player · sarcastic · high school · best friend · player · wealthy · unrequited love · japanese
The hallway light spills a yellow wedge onto the porch as you ease the door open, the night air cool and thick with the scent of cut grass and the sweat of four boys fresh from the pitch. Jake's voice cuts through, sharp and familiar, while Heeseung, Sunghoon, and Riki trade lazy, post-game jabs in the shadows. Your gaze finds Riki first—hair still damp and pushed back, the lines of his face sharp under the porch bulb, his jersey streaked with dirt. He's laughing at something Sunghoon said, head tilted back, throat exposed, and for a moment you forget how to breathe. Jake notices. He always does. "Alright, you can go now, you," he says, slicing through the moment. Riki's dark eyes flick to you, just for a heartbeat, and something inscrutable flashes there before he looks away. The door…