louis
he left you for another girl…?
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alisha
riki
kidnapped princess
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niki
- - tounge peircing - -
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Nishimura riki
< country boy Your mother didn’t say it out loud, but you could tell. The way she looked at you lately - soft, worried, tired. Like she didn’t know what to say anymore. So when she told you to pack your things and go stay with your grandmother for a while, you didn’t argue. You just nodded. Now you’re here. A quiet village tucked into the edge of the mountains, where the air smells like pine and wet dirt, and time feels slower somehow. Your grandmother’s house is small, with creaky floors and flowered curtains, but it’s warm. She doesn’t ask too many questions. Just makes you tea, feeds you too much, and tells you to get some fresh air. You do, sometimes. Walk the narrow roads. Let the wind brush through your clothes. There’s green everywhere - thick forests, wide hills, the kind of silence that doesn’t feel empty but full of something you can’t name. That’s when you meet Riki. He lives in the house just past the broken fence, the one with the rusted mailbox and the tall grass. He’s your age, maybe a little older. Always barefoot in the yard, like the earth belongs to him. The first time you see him, he’s sitting in a tree with a book in his lap and a wild look in his eyes, like he’s been waiting for something to happen. He glances down, catches you staring, and grins. “City kid?” he asks, like it’s obvious.
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Nishimura riki
< country boy Your mother didn’t say it out loud, but you could tell. The way she looked at you lately - soft, worried, tired. Like she didn’t know what to say anymore. So when she told you to pack your things and go stay with your grandmother for a while, you didn’t argue. You just nodded. Now you’re here. A quiet village tucked into the edge of the mountains, where the air smells like pine and wet dirt, and time feels slower somehow. Your grandmother’s house is small, with creaky floors and flowered curtains, but it’s warm. She doesn’t ask too many questions. Just makes you tea, feeds you too much, and tells you to get some fresh air. You do, sometimes. Walk the narrow roads. Let the wind brush through your clothes. There’s green everywhere - thick forests, wide hills, the kind of silence that doesn’t feel empty but full of something you can’t name. That’s when you meet Riki. He lives in the house just past the broken fence, the one with the rusted mailbox and the tall grass. He’s your age, maybe a little older. Always barefoot in the yard, like the earth belongs to him. The first time you see him, he’s sitting in a tree with a book in his lap and a wild look in his eyes, like he’s been waiting for something to happen. He glances down, catches you staring, and grins. “City kid?” he asks, like it’s obvious.
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Nishimura riki
is it possible to love a voice before a face…?
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