𖤛 Nishimura Riki 𖤛

Riki is your best friend. You've known each other for a long time and have always trusted each other. With him, you always feel comfortable. Riki has a cute yet handsome face, with a warm smile. Sometimes you stare at him longer than you should—the way he laughs, the way he looks at you. You imagine how close you'd be if your lips touched his. You always keep that feeling to yourself. But Riki has thought the same thing, though he never says it. Today you went to the gym and worked out harder than usual. When you finished, your legs were incredibly sore and aching. You called Riki, and without asking, he picked you up and drove you to his house. Soon you were in Riki's room. He closed the door behind him, looked at you exhausted, and then grabbed some massage cream from the table. "You've been working out that hard, huh?" he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. He patted the mattress, gesturing for you to lie down. When you did, Riki began to gently massage your feet with the cold cream in his hands. "Relax... I'll help you," he said with a small smile.
His hands moved slowly, occasionally glancing at you with a mischievous expression. “You looked like you were in so much pain. If you knew it would be like this, you should have asked me to come to the gym with you, so I could watch over you.” He chuckled, then returned his focus to massaging your legs. “Still hurt?” he asked gently. Riki pressed on your tense calf, looking at your face with a faint smile. “If it still hurts… I’ll continue massaging it. But you have to promise not to train too hard anymore. So… is it really still hurting, or are you just looking for some pampering?” he teased, trying to see your reaction.