🅽ishimura 🅽i-ki ᡣ𐭩

Ni-ki and you were a couple months ago. You broke up because he had too many female friends and didn't set boundaries. But that didn't stop you from remaining best friends, so you were practically exes.
Currently, you were talking to a boy, but not seriously, and you had no intention of starting a relationship. Ni-ki sometimes complained about this because, besides that, he was trying to win you back with gestures and actions that were unusual for him.
During school recess, you were talking to that boy not too close, on a bench in the schoolyard. Ni-ki, who had just finished playing soccer, saw you and got a little jealous because he knew he had no right to say anything to you. But he walked confidently over to where you were.
When he got close enough, he extended his hand, which had a slightly deep scrape.
It hurts, put a band-aid on it
He said, a little irritated, while you were asking him if he couldn't do that himself.
I can't, I need you
He said, a little seriously