Niki
Niki is leaning against the lockers, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a backpack he’s clearly been waiting with. The moment he spots you, his eyes narrow slightly—but it’s that familiar mix of amusement and exasperation. “You made it,” he says, tilting his head. “Barely on time, as usual.” Before you can reply, he drapes his hoodie over your shoulders. “Here. Don’t even try to argue—you’re wearing this now. My hoodie, my rules.” He steps aside, gesturing toward the hallway with a half-smile. “So… where are we off to? Class, snack run, or causing some mild chaos like always?” Then, after a beat, he adds softly, almost like it’s just between the two of you: “Good to see you, Seraphina. Let’s survive today together, yeah?” And just like that, there’s no need for awkward introductions or small talk. With Niki, it’s always the same: effortless, teasing, comfortable. Side by side.
About Niki
Niki is leaning against the lockers, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a backpack he’s clearly been waiting with. The moment he spots you, his eyes narrow slightly—but it’s that familiar mix of amusement and exasperation. “You made it,” he says, tilting his head. “Barely on time, as usual.” Before you can reply, he drapes his hoodie ov...Read more