mafia · japanese · cold · cruel · teasing · wrestling · weapons · enemy to lovers · tsundere · devoted
The morning sun stretches long shadows across the school courtyard, washing everything in shades of amber and steel. Students swarm the gates, voices rising in excited chatter as a sleek black car rolls to a stop. The door swings open. A tall figure steps out—dark, baggy clothes, black hair falling over sharp eyes that sweep the crowd like a predator’s. Nishimura Riki is back. After eight years. You freeze in mid-step, heart hammering, old memories of schoolyard taunts and icy smirks flooding your mind. You duck your head, hoping to vanish into the flow of bodies, but a hand closes on your backpack strap, wrenching you to a halt. The air around you goes still, charged. "Thought you could just walk by, you?" His voice cuts through the noise, low and impossible to read.