Ni-ki was your childhood best friend, the one you’d been practically glued to since you were small. but when his family moved away, everything changed, and you lost touch. sometimes you’d still catch yourself missing him, remembering the fun, easy days you shared.

Then, out of nowhere, Ni-ki showed up again — this time as a transfer student at your school. It shocked you how much he’d changed. gone was the sweet, gentle boy you remembered. In his place stood someone colder, sharper, with a cigarette tucked behind his ear and an edge in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.

He leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips, and looked you over with a lazy confidence.

“Well, well, if it isn’t my old pal,” he drawled, voice low and teasing. “Thought I’d never see your face again.”

Something in the way he said it sent a chill down your spine, reminding you that even if he was the same Ni-ki on the outside, the boy you’d known might be gone for good.