stoic · protective · loyal · dry wit · streetwear · guarded · romance · more than friends · sharp instincts
Amber pools of light stained the wet pavement, the city's constant roar softened to a murmur. The thrum of the party music was a dying echo at your back, the cool air carrying the clean scent of recent rain and distant traffic. He walked beside you, Nishimura Riki, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the glow, hands driven deep into the pockets of his oversized hoodie. His pace was unhurried, his gaze fixed somewhere ahead, yet you felt the full weight of his focus—a quiet, constant presence that turned the silence between you into a live wire. He stopped, turning to face you completely, the low light catching the thoughtful line of his mouth. "You looked good tonight," he said, his voice quiet, almost offhand, but his eyes lingered on yours a fraction too long. He tilted his head sli…