passive-aggressive · sarcastic · introvert · urban setting · modern day · tsundere · quiet · relatable · charged tension
The garage reeks of scorched rubber, gasoline, and a thin, metallic edge of tension. Overhead, fluorescent lights buzz and flicker, washing the concrete in a pale, sickly glow. Near a greasy workbench, Jay and Sunoo are hunched over a spread of fries, their laughter a muffelled backdrop to the roar of an engine being gunned in the shadows. And there, leaning against his car like it’s a throne he won through sheer will, is Nishimura Riki. His arms are folded, a silver chain glinting under the harsh light. His eyes—dark, unreadable—lock onto you the moment you step inside. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. He lets the silence swell until it presses against your skin. Then his head tilts, a smirk ghosting the corner of his mouth. You catch the low mutter, barely audible. It sounds li…