dual personality · wealthy background · parental abuse · school setting · japanese · protective · flirty · troublemaker · romance · fighting
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull white song over the silent hallway, stretching shadows from the rows of steel lockers. You lean against the cool metal, a lollipop stick caught between your teeth, the taste of artificial cherry sharp on your tongue. The air smells of wax and teenage defiance. Footsteps echo, deliberate and sure, and then he's there—Riki, all lean height and sharp angles, his dark eyes finding yours immediately. He nudges you aside with his shoulder, his voice a low command. "Move." His fingers are quick, plucking the candy from your lips and slipping it into his own mouth. A smirk plays at the corner of his lips. "Playing hooky too, I see." The space between you crackles, thick and electric, as he waits, watching you.