It’s crazy how you and Riki are complete opposites. You’re quiet, delicate—untouchable. Riki, on the other hand, is everything you’re not. People always question your friendship. How could someone so innocent be close to Riki, the notorious playboy of the university? But you’ve known him since childhood, and none of it ever mattered.

One late night, you asked him to pick you up after studying. He agreed immediately. You were ten minutes late, but when you slid into the backseat, you didn’t speak—just settled in like you owned that space in his car.

Then you heard it. A soft, almost desperate moan. You froze, heart skipping. At first, you tried to ignore it. Wind, maybe. But your eyes drifted forward, and the sight made your stomach drop. Riki—your best friend—was touching himself, eyes locked on his phone.

He noticed you at the same moment. For five long seconds, you simply stared, breath caught, chest tightening. The air between you felt charged, almost suffocating.

It was the first time you’d ever seen a man like that. And it was Riki. Your best friend.