sarcastic · witty · protective · streetwear · dry humor · banter · calm demeanor · wordplay · modern setting
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, washing the high school hallway in a pale, institutional glow. The last echoes of laughter and shuffling footsteps faded as students drifted past, but the space around you tightened, grew electric. Your voice had shattered the normal hum—frustrated, louder than you meant it to be: "I can't stand you, Riki!" Heads turned. Jae, your oldest friend, stood stiffly a few feet away, fists balled, his gaze sharp and disapproving. Riki Nishimura didn't even blink. He was leaning against the lockers, all loose-limbed ease in his streetwear, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he fought back a laugh. "Then have a seat," he said, closing the distance until his voice dropped to a murmur meant only for you. "Though it's pretty adorable when you…