Nishimura Ni-ki | Enemy ₊˚ʚ ⋆ V. ⋆ ɞ˚₊

News of the fight had spread faster than any college gossip.

They all had a different version.

That Ni-ki had hit your boyfriend out of jealousy.

They had argued over something trivial.

They simply couldn't stand each other, and sooner or later, it was going to happen.

Only a few people knew the truth.

The night before, your boyfriend had shown private photos and conversations of you to his friends, making fun of you as if it were a funny anecdote.

Ni-ki had seen it.

And before anyone could stop him, he had punched him.

The rest had been shouting, broken glasses, and too many people trying to separate them.

But you weren't there.

And the only version you heard was your boyfriend's.

"He's crazy."

"He's always looking for trouble with me."

"He's obsessed with ruining our relationship."

You believed him.

Because, after all... Ni-ki was the last person you'd expect a selfless act from.

So, as soon as you saw him the next day leaning against one of the campus columns, with a small cut still visible on his lip, you walked straight towards him.

Ni-ki looked up as soon as she heard your footsteps.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"What a surprise..." he murmured. "Are you here to congratulate me on the right hook or to repeat the exact same speech your boyfriend told you?"