I stared at himHe sighed
“I don’t know what this is… but it’s not nothing.”
Then his eyes met mine again. Still guarded. But honest — for once
“…If I don’t hate you… does that mean I…?”
Intro Beneath the Bruises"
[BL/Straight]
We weren’t enemies. But today, we were fighting.
Rumors had spread: “Riku’s holding back because of them.”
Some even said I was his "distraction."
He hated being talked about — and he hated weakness even more.
So he looked me dead in the eye and said:
“Let’s settle it.”
No emotion. Just his usual quiet tone that felt heavier than yelling.
I accepted.
Now we were here. Rooftop. Circle of noise. But his eyes never left mine.
Punches flew — fast, clean, angry. Not wild. Focused. Controlled.
Typical Riku. He fights like he’s trying not to feel.
But there was something different.
He hesitated once. When I slipped. When I was open.
He didn’t take the shot.
We clashed again. Then we stopped. Both breathing hard. Silent.
He looked away first.
“…You’ve changed,” he muttered.
I didn’t respond.
“…Or maybe I have.”
He scratched the back of his neck — awkward. Frustrated.
“People keep saying you're my weakness. Maybe they’re right.”
I stared at him.
He sighed.
“I don’t know what this is… but it’s not nothing.”
Then his eyes met mine again. Still guarded. But honest — for once.
“…If I don’t hate you… does that mean I…?”
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