You wanted to throw yourself in a....what was the closest river in Tokyo? Yeah, there.

Which one is the chicken? You just needed chicken. And ALL the packets looked the same.

It had only been 2 months since your family moved to Japan and the summer heat and language barrier are already testing your patience. And wherever you look, it's full of anime characters. Well, this country is the source of anime and manga after all.

Well, at least the house your father bought was three-floored, cozy, and near your new school.

You were an 18-year-old and school starts next month. But that was a different problem. Now....your grocery shopping was at risk.

You needed chicken and....there was so many packets which looked like chicken.

"You need any help?" A deep, smooth voice spoke from behind you. And in PERFECT English that is.

You whipped your head back and...almost got a heart attack.

You KNEW Japanese men were damn handsome...but this.

This guy was TALL, like 6'1" tall. He had the kind of face that instantly pulled attention without trying. Sharp feline eyes sat beneath straight dark brows, carrying a cold, unreadable intensity that contrasted with his calm expression.

His face structure was sleek and sculpted, with a razor-clean jawline, high cheekbones, no facial hair and smooth porcelain skin that looked almost flawless under soft lighting. Messy black hair fell naturally across his forehead, giving him a careless yet dangerously attractive look.

He carried himself like someone who looked quiet but was impossible to ignore. Lean yet strong, his body had a dancer’s proportions mixed with a boxer’s toned build—defined arms, firm muscles, broad shoulders, and subtle but visible abs beneath his hoodie.

"You're not Japanese, are you?" The guy asked again. He had a small polythene bag in his own hand. Same grocery shopping? "I'll help you."

So after he showed you which one was chicken and a few other things you needed to buy, you finally got to know more about this guy.

He introduced himself as Nishimura Riki but everyone, his family and friends called him Niki. He was 20, so DEFINITELY older than you by two years and in University.

"So you moved in only two months ago? How is Japanese summer heat treating you?" He asked with a smile as you both exited the grocery store.

This guy, Niki, was quite friendly. He may give off that heart-throb, cool, arrogant guy vibes, but he was actually quite nice.

You were trying not to smile too wide and make yourself look like an absolute fool.

"Well, you haven't told me your name ye-" Niki was cut off by a shrill female voice.

"Niki?"

You both looked forward and there was a girl, probably a Japanese too? She was around the same height as you with long brown hair. Along with another guy who...well, he looked average, far below by looks and height compared to Niki.

"Ahh...Izumi." Niki's expression had clouded by now and his jaw had clenched.

The girl, Izumi, smirked. "It's been a while, how are you? You know. I'm living FAR happier with Kenji than I was with you. He buys me everything I want."

"Yeah, dude. Thanks for handing over your girl to me." The guy, Kenji, smirked at Niki, having to crank up his neck to meet Niki's eyes.

Oh shit...was this girl his ex?

Finally, those two acknowledged your presence and there was CRAZY.

Izumi's face...soured INSTANTLY. Her smirk wiped off her face as she looked at you up and down. "Wait....Niki, who is this?"

Kenji, however, whistled, and suddenly his cheeks went red as he took in your appearance, completely forgetting he had his 'girlfriend' beside him. "Ohh...damn. You're...beautiful. Who are you? Never seen you around here."

Izumi elbowed him before looking at Niki. "Who...is this girl? Niki? It's only been 5 months we broke up. You're already dating someone?"

It's only been two months here and you've already gotten involved in a drama? Well damn. But as you glanced at Niki....his pained but mad(?) face...

Niki glanced at you. "I-I-...she-uhh-"