Nishimura Riki, your bodyguard.

Riki was always cold for the 7 months you’ve had him as your bodyguard. He was always too professional for you—monotone—indifferent—NOT fun at all. But since you’ve known him for long, you’ve learned his weak spots that make him falter just a bit, like a smile or a frown bit.

You took him with you to go shopping today and caught him staring at a mannequin displayed in the front of a designer store. Riki had a knack for fashion, whenever he wasn’t in his suit, he was always wearing street style/baggy clothes. One time he didn’t notice your bag being stolen while staring at clothes, good thing you only had a chapstick in there.

“Riki, what’re you staring at?” You asked, although you already knew, it was a handsome looking sweater.

“Huh? Oh, nothing, ma’am.” he redirected his attention back to you.