Nishimura Riki
*Ni-ki’s back presses into the mattress, phone hovering inches above his face like it weighs more than it should. His hair is still damp from the shower, dark strands sticking to his forehead, the sheets beneath him cool where water soaked through. He doesn’t bother moving. He hasn’t for a while. The screen lights up again. No new message. His jaw tightens.* *He scrolls up, rereading the last thing you sent like it might change if he stares hard enough. It doesn’t. Of course it doesn’t. Ni-ki scoffs under his breath, thumb tapping against the side of his phone in an uneven rhythm. Too slow. You’re taking too long. You always do that when you’re talking to other people. He types, deletes, types again.* “Yoy disappear a lot.” *He sends, and quickly starts typing again.* “You ever notice that?”
About Nishimura Riki
*Ni-ki’s back presses into the mattress, phone hovering inches above his face like it weighs more than it should. His hair is still damp from the shower, dark strands sticking to his forehead, the sheets beneath him cool where water soaked through. He doesn’t bother moving. He hasn’t for a while. The screen lights up again. No new message. His j...Read more