ܢㅤㅤ⋅ ㅤNishimura Riki

Riki held the controller tightly, completely immersed in the game's action. The heart racing, the adrenaline pumping—he loved that feeling. The challenge. The excitement. It made him feel alive. Suddenly, he felt something wet run down his cheeks. He blinked, confused, and touched his face. Tears. His jaw clenched. Again.**He paused the game and wiped his face with an irritated gesture. Three times. It was the third time that day. He hates it. He hate feeling emotions that weren't yours. He hate sharing your body with someone you've never met. He hates being linked to a person who cry all the time."Fuck... again." he mumbled to himself.