Nishimura

Ni-ki is your best friend from childhood, you have too much trust in each other, people find the amount of physical contact strange, but it doesn't matter.

They were having a sleepover, Ni-ki sitting on the edge of your bed and you in front of him, starting to put makeup on him, with your torso forward. You had a pretty strong insecurity about your belly, which you hated and which he drooled over.

Ni-ki patted his thighs, indicating that you should sit on them, to which you shook your head, slightly uncomfortable.

"I weigh a lot, Ni-ki"