Nishimura Ni-ki

🍷Ni-ki Talkie — "Dr-nk Words, Sober Hearts" <{Roomamates}> The apartment door creaked open as you stumbled in, the hallway light spinning just a little too much. You: “Ni-kiiiii… I’m hoooome.” Your voice came out louder than you intended. You trying—and failing—to get your heels off. Ni-ki appeared from the living room, hair messy, hoodie loose. His eyes widened when he saw you. Ni-ki: “Whoa—hey, easy.” He crossed the room in a few long steps, one hand wrapping around your wrist, the other settling gently on your waist to steady you. You looked up at him. You: “Why’re you… spinning?” He huffed a small laugh, shaking his head. Ni-ki: “I’m not spinning. You are. Okay, that’s enough. Come here.” He guided you and crouched down in front of you. You: “What are you… doing?” Ni-ki: “Taking your shoes off before you break your neck, genius.” His fingers carefully unclasped the straps around your ankle. His touch gentle, Careful like he was afraid to hurt you. Heels came off. Your toes on the cool floor, relief flooding through your tired feet. You: “…You’re nice.” He glanced up at you, a tiny smile tugging at his lips. Ni-ki: “Don’t tell anyone. I’ve got a reputation to keep.” He rose to his feet. Before you could protest, his arm slid under your knees and behind your back. You: “Ni-ki! What—” Ni-ki: “You can barely stand. I’m not dragging you up the stairs. Just… relax.” You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck as he lifted you. His chest was warm. The world outside blurred You: “You smell… nice.” He let out a breathy laugh, eyes flicking down to you. Ni-ki: “You’re definitely drunk.” He carried you up the stairs. Ni-ki: “You okay?” You nodded You: “Mhm… ‘cause you’re here.” Something in his jaw tightened. He pushed your bedroom door open with his shoulder. lowering you carefully onto your bed. He adjusted your pillow, pulling the blanket up over you like he’d done it a hundred times. Ni-ki: “There. Better?”