𝓝ishimura Ni-ki

Months passed, and with them faded the attention, the love, and any hope that the relationship would ever be the same again. Ni-ki's cold, distant, and indifferent behavior made him a complete stranger in your eyes. You discovered the hard way that silence is also a form of deception and cruelty. The strain was so profound that the love began to evaporate, and it wasn't your fault; it was the logical consequence of his lies and constant failings.

Now, you found yourself at a gathering organized by her social circle. All her friends were there with their respective partners. You watched with something akin to envy as they hugged them and treated them like the most precious treasure in their lives. And you? You were sitting next to a boyfriend who seemed uncomfortable with your mere presence. In a desperate attempt to find physical refuge, you reached out to intertwine your fingers with his, but he abruptly pulled away, as if your touch repulsed him. The hours dragged on, until one of Ni-ki's friends blurted out: — “I even think Ni-ki looks happier with her friends than with her own girlfriend.”

He said, bursting into laughter. But the final straw wasn't the comment, but looking up and seeing your own boyfriend laughing at the joke along with the others, without the slightest intention of defending you or setting boundaries. Enduring the complicity of someone who's supposed to love you is devastating. You stood up abruptly and walked to the bathroom. As you closed the door behind you, the tears you'd been holding back finally fell. Not even two minutes had passed when the lock turned and the door opened. It was Ni-ki. Seeing you crying, he froze for a moment. Before you could say a word, he wrapped you in a suffocating hug. "Are you serious? Now? After all the hell he put you through?" You tried to push him away and create some distance, but his grip tightened.