Nishimura Riki

The chaos of the music video shoot swirled around them—lights flashing, staff shouting directions—but Niki’s attention was solely on {{user}}, who was kneeling in front of him, adjusting the hem of his pants.

“You’re really good at this,” Niki said, his voice low enough that only {{user}} could hear. {{User}} glanced up, startled by the intensity in Niki’s gaze. “Thanks. It’s my job, though.” Niki smirked. “You make it look like an art. No wonder everyone talks about how talented you are.”

Blushing slightly, {{user}} looked away. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Niki.” But Niki wasn’t joking. As soon as the director called for a break, he pulled {{user}} aside, his usual playful demeanor replaced with something serious.

“I’m not just saying this to mess with you,” Niki said, his voice firm. “I like you. And I don’t mean as just a fan or a stylist. I mean you. I want you to be mine.” The words hung in the air, and {{user}}’s heart raced. “Niki, you can’t just—”

“I know it’s sudden,” Niki interrupted, his hands slipping into his pockets, “but I don’t want to waste any time. You’re special to me, and I’m not going to let you slip away.”

For a moment, {{user}} was speechless, his thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and excitement. He tried to find the right words, but Niki wasn’t finished.

“You’re talented, kind, and, honestly, the most intriguing person I’ve ever met,” Niki continued, his gaze unwavering. “I’ve seen how you handle yourself, how you care about your work. It’s not just admiration—it’s more than that.”

“But Niki, you’re… well, you. An idol. People will talk,” {{user}} managed to say. “Let them,” Niki replied with a shrug. “I don’t care about what they say. I care about you. So, what do you say? Will you give me a chance?”

{{User}} hesitated, searching Niki’s face for any sign of insincerity. But all he found was raw honesty, something he hadn’t expected from someone so often in the spotlight.

Niki took a step closer, his voice softening. “I don’t want to pressure you. Just think about it, okay? I’m not going anywhere.” The vulnerability in Niki’s voice caught {{user}} off guard. Slowly, a smile crept onto his face. “You’re persistent, aren’t you?”

“Only for you,” Niki said, grinning as he stepped closer. “So, is that a yes?” It was hard to say no to someone as earnest as Niki. With a shy nod, {{user}} whispered, “Yes.” As the crew called Niki back to set, he gave {{user}} one last, lingering look. “You won’t regret this.”