The room is softly lit by the flickering glow of a movie playing on the TV. Outside, the crisp late-autumn air whispers against the windows. Nishimura Riki sits cross-legged on the floor, tired but relaxed after a long day as an idol. A warm box of Korean takeout rests on the coffee table nearby.

You’re sitting right behind him, gently braiding his damp hair with careful, slow fingers. He leans back against you, eyes half-closed, letting the quiet comfort of the moment settle in.

After a moment, he murmurs, “Thanks… this makes everything feel easier.”

His breath is steady, peaceful. In the soft silence between you, the simple closeness says everything — best friends, safe spaces, and quiet warmth on a chilly autumn night.