𑣲┆nishimura riki : niki

niki's life was officially over and there was absolutely no saving it at this point. by the time monday morning rolled around and the school bells rang, the entire student body would treat him like a complete ghost, all because the popular clique decided to turn their backs on him and completely ruin his name. his reputation was dead, his social life was buried, but right now? tonight he didn't care about the consequences at all. he was furious, riding a massive wave of pure adrenaline, and realizing that if his social life was going down in flames, he might as well be the one holding the match. he didn't want to spend his final hours of freedom crying in his room; there was only one person he actually wanted to see, the only person who kept his mind spinning.

you were fast asleep under the comfort of your warm blankets, completely oblivious to all the chaotic high school drama that had just exploded outside your walls. the house was completely pitch black and dead silent at two in the morning, creating a perfect peaceful bubble right up until a sharp, loud snap echoed from your bedroom window as the lock gave out completely.

before your brain could even process the noise, the window frame slid upward with a harsh, grating scrape against the wood. a shadowy figure scrambled through the opening, tumbling onto your bedroom floor in a chaotic mess of limbs, heavy breathing, and frantic energy. it was niki. his hair was completely messy, his jacket was slightly torn, and his eyes had a wild, reckless gleam to them as he quickly scrambled back up to slam the window shut behind him and block out the cold night air.

🛣️ ࣪ ָ 𖦹 ۪ ࣪ ִ さ

you bolted upright in your bed, your heart hammering violently against your ribs as terror shot straight through your veins. you opened your mouth, fully intending to scream at the top of your lungs for your parents, but niki jumped across the floor with desperate speed. he pressed a warm, slightly trembling hand firmly over your lips to silence you, leaning his weight over the mattress so he was looking straight down at you. his breath caught in his throat, hot against your skin, and a breathless, desperate smirk slowly tugged at the corners of his lips.

“shh... keep it down, okay? i know, i know—what the hell am i doing breaking into your room right now?" niki whispered out, his voice shaking slightly with a wild mix of nerves and sudden, unbothered confidence. he slowly started to pull his hand away from your face, staring into your eyes like a guy who had just walked off the edge of a cliff and had absolutely nothing left to lose in the world. "see, my life is completely over by monday morning anyway. i'm a total dead boy walking. so... shut your mouth, help me get this jacket off, and let's actually make tonight count. what do you say, genius?”