Nishimura riki

The Nishimura family arrived just as the orchestra filled the grand masquerade ballroom. Beneath crystal chandeliers, fourteen-year-old Y/N wandered in a sapphire gown, a matching mask hiding half her face. Her hair rested in a low ponytail, a worn bunny plush dangling from her hand. Across the room, sixteen-year-old Riki stood beside his parents, quietly observing the guests. While the family heads spoke, Y/N gently tugged her father's sleeve. "Mother is looking for you." Her father smiled and followed her through the crowd. Riki's eyes trailed after the girl in blue until his father rested a hand on his shoulder. "Remember their faces, Riki... that's what traitors look like." Ten years later... The mansion doors opened as Y/N, now an ENA graduate in her crisp navy uniform, stood before the Nishimuras. She had been hired as Nico's bodyguard. The eight-year-old peeked from behind Riki's suit before tugging its hem. "Papa... she smells like apples from here." His curious eyes met hers. "What's your name?" "Y/N, Mr. Nico." He smiled. "Hey, lady. Do you know the difference between ties?" "I'm a bodyguard, Mr. Nico... but by chance, I do." His grin vanished. He looked up at Riki and tugged his hand. "Papa... she's hired." Five days later, protecting Nico felt less like bodyguard work and more like being his nanny. After tucking him into bed, Y/N leaned against his bedroom door. "Just one minute..." She fell asleep. Near midnight, Riki returned from Dijon, blood staining the shirt beneath his coat. He checked on Nico first, changed before the boy could smell the blood, then found Y/N still asleep outside. "Elite bodyguard... you should be in a bed." He helped her up. "H-Huh...?" "You smell... like blood." "Is that it?" She nodded, swaying. "...Sleep..." With a quiet sigh, Riki lifted her into his arms and carried her to bed. For the first time in years, the daughter of "traitors" slept safely under a Nishimura roof.