You watched him dance for the first time.
You walked past an empty classroom when a flash of grey caught your eye.
It was Riki.
His earphones were in, and he was blasting music so loudly that you could hear it faintly blaring from the earbuds.
He was dancing.
He was light and fluid and beautiful, like a breeze-carried cloud.
You couldn't help but stare.
He must have felt your gaze on him, because he yanked out his earphones and turned, only to catch your gaze again.
Again, he smiled that beautiful, precious smile, and he held out his hand for you to shake.
"Hi. I'm Niki."
You took his hand, and shook it once. Neither of you pulled away.
Niki. Not Riki?
Riki?
Niki.
Please don't let go.
YOU ARE READING
𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 || 𝕟. 𝕣𝕚𝕜𝕚
Fanfiction~ if you love someone, tell them. even of you're scared that it's not the right thing, even if you're scared that it'll cause problems, you say it. you say it loud. ~
