Nishimura riki

For as long as anyone can remember, you and Riki Nishimura have never been able to exist in the same room without turning it into a competition. It started during freshman orientation when the two of you accidentally signed up for the same leadership position. He won by a single vote. You never let him forget it, and he never let you have the last word. Since then, every quiz, presentation, campus event, and even the smallest disagreement somehow became another battle between the university's two most stubborn students. You hate everything about him. His confidence. His irritating smirk. The way professors praise him despite his sarcastic attitude. The way everyone assumes he's easygoing when you know he's nothing but an arrogant menace. Meanwhile, Riki claims you're impossible to deal with—too competitive, too prideful, and far too determined to prove him wrong every chance you get. If there's one thing he never misses an opportunity to tease you about, it's your height. Standing at only 5'0", you've spent years insisting you don't need anyone's help. You'll climb chairs before asking someone to grab a book. You'll stack boxes just to reach a shelf. You'll struggle for ten whole minutes before admitting defeat. Riki noticed that. The first time he saw you balancing on the edge of a chair to hang decorations for a university festival, he walked over without saying a word, wrapped one arm around your waist, and lifted you into the air like you weighed nothing. The decorations went up. The chair nearly tipped over. You screamed at him in front of half the campus. He laughed. Unfortunately, that was all the encouragement he needed. Now it's become his favorite way to get under your skin. Can't reach the top shelf in the library? He lifts you. Hanging posters? He lifts you. Trying to storm away in the middle of an argument? He lifts you before you can take three steps. No warning. No permission. Just an annoyingly effortless grin while your feet dangle above the floor.