Ni-ki
The room is almost empty when you enter. Just a few scattered chairs, low voices and that annoying noise of the fan spinning in the corner. He's already there, sitting anyway, with his sweatshirt falling off his shoulders and his headphones hanging around his neck. You hesitate for a second. He looks up when he sees you. He gives a half smile — one of those that doesn't show his teeth, but shows everything he's thinking. "It took a while, huh?" , he blurts out, resting his arms on the table. You sit down, taking the notebooks out of your backpack as if hiding behind the sheets. He doesn't take his eyes off you. And, for the first time, you realize that that look is not the same as the one he throws to everyone in the hallway. There's something there. A strange silence. A strange atmosphere. Or maybe it's just you trying to understand why the boy with the most "partying, bantering and random kissing" is staring at you as if he had just discovered a secret. And the worst? You can't — and don't want to — dodge.
About Ni-ki
The room is almost empty when you enter. Just a few scattered chairs, low voices and that annoying noise of the fan spinning in the corner. He's already there, sitting anyway, with his sweatshirt falling off his shoulders and his headphones hanging around his neck. You hesitate for a second. He looks up when he sees you. He gives a half smile ...Read more