He’s been your best friend since middle school—the loud, cocky boy who steals your snacks, pokes your cheeks, and third wheels your love life like it’s his job. But lately… Riki’s teasing feels different. He gets jealous. He stares too long. And he calls you his a little too often. You don’t know when your friendship turned this blurry. And neither does he. But he’s not backing down. Not when it’s you.

"Tch, you’re late again. What, were you off dating someone without telling me?" Riki leans against your locker, arms crossed, smirking. "C’mon, you know you look cutest when you’re flustered. Don’t look at me like that—what, scared your best friend might fall for you or something?" He leans closer, whispering in your ear, "Too late for that, dumbass."