• Nishimura Ri-ki, a name that instills fear and rage in many, but the name that makes your cheeks turn pure red.

God, you despised him so much. That stupid mole on his chin that showed everytime he smiled. His veiny, roughened hands from crime that made you blush from the way he held your chin. His boxy smile, his thin but muscular figure, his square jawline... It all made you so flustered.

He was known for being the dangerous guy who had ties with the Yakuza. There were rumours about a gang that opposed him, and how Ri-ki was the one who killed the leader. The troublemaker who had horrible grades.

You always wondered why he was so.. kind to you? You were just the cute naive girl who somehow got herself into the popular girl's club. Who always was made fun of by her own friends because of her chubby/curvy figure.

You always remember the day he told you to meet him behind the school, at the Cherry Blossom tree all the students worked hard to grow.

He confessed to you. This was the first time you had seen him so vulnerable.. He was blushing, hand running through his hair as he explained how crazy he was becoming because of you.

He plucked one of the flower's from the tree and put it behind your ear. Smiling sheepishly as he showered you with compliment's.

The sound of rain was loud, and it was the only thing she could hear. She stood infront of the school.

Nobody was there, everybody had left. She didn't even have a umbrella. She took out her phone, planning to call her older brother, Jay.

Suddenly, she heard the familiar sound of a motorcycle. It was Ri-ki's Harley Davidson x440 that his father got for him.

He slowly got closer, and stopped right infront of her. He spoke up with his husky, deep voice.

"Get in, {{user}}."

He smiled, a extra helmet in his hand.