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“BETWEEN THE AISLES “ — NISHIMURA RIKI
in which ── .✦ a rainy night, a convenience store, and a stranger who chooses vanilla ice cream somehow change everything. what starts as a chance encounter slowly becomes late-night texts, familiar faces, and feelings neither of them planned for. if only he weren’t hiding a life she never saw coming.
contains: idk what to put here Ok..?
a/n: this is my first ever tumblr fic so pls if anything is weird or wrong or bad pls tell me…also i got lazy at the end so don’t mind (,,>﹏<,,)
01 02
The rain had settled over the city hours ago, leaving everything washed in a muted sort of gray that made the world feel quieter than it really was. Streetlights bled into the puddles gathering along the sidewalks, headlights beamed gold across the wet pavement, and every passing car carried the same soft hiss of tires cutting through water. By the time you pushed open the glass door of the convenience store, your sleeves were damp, your hair clung to your cheeks, and the bell above the entrance gave a tired little chime that seemed far too cheerful for a night like this. Warm air greeted you immediately, smelling faintly of coffee, instant noodles, and whatever sugary pastries had been sitting beneath the heat lamps since this morning.
“You look like you’re thinking really hard.”
The voice pulled you from your thoughts so suddenly that you almost dropped the bottle in your hand. You glanced up to find a man standing a few feet away, leaning lazily against the opposite shelf as though he’d always belonged there. He wore a smile that felt rehearsed, the kind people put on because they assumed it would work. You returned a polite smile out of habit before looking back at the labels in front of you, hoping that would be enough to end the interaction.
It wasn’t.
“So,” he continued, taking another step into the aisle, “what’s your name?”
“I’d rather not say.”
“C’mon.” He laughed, waving a dismissive hand. “I’m just making conversation.”
“I know.”
“You always this shy?”
“No.” You finally looked at him again. “Just not interested.”
The words came out calm, almost gentle, but they landed with far less effect than you’d hoped. His smile barely faltered. If anything, he seemed amused by your refusal, like it was simply another part of the conversation instead of the end of it. You turned toward the next aisle, hoping he’d take the hint.
Footsteps followed.
You stopped beside the refrigerators, pretending to examine another row of drinks while your reflection stared back at you through the glass. A second reflection appeared a moment later. Still following. Your stomach sank.
“You know,” he said, “you’re making this harder than it has to be.”
Before you could answer, another voice drifted through the aisle.
“I think she’s made it pretty easy.”
The sentence wasn’t loud. It wasn’t sharp or threatening, either. It was spoken with such casual certainty that everyone seemed to pause simply because there was nothing else to do. You turned first.
A boy stood near the freezer doors with one hand wrapped loosely around the handle of a shopping basket. Gray hoodie. Black sweatpants. Headphones resting around his neck as though he’d only taken them off a moment ago. His dark hair fell over his eyes, and every few seconds he brushed it back without seeming to notice he was doing it. There wasn’t anything dramatic about him. He didn’t square his shoulders or step forward like someone looking for a fight. If anything, he looked mildly inconvenienced, as though he’d been planning on buying ice cream before someone interrupted his evening.
The man beside you scoffed. “Mind your own business.”
“I was.”
The stranger’s gaze shifted briefly toward you before returning to him.
“Then you kept following her.”
Silence settled over the aisle. The refrigerators hummed steadily behind you, and somewhere near the register a microwave beeped, startling no one but yourself. It wasn’t the kind of confrontation people imagined when they thought of someone stepping in. There were no raised voices, no dramatic speeches, no threats tossed back and forth. Just a quiet certainty that made the air feel heavier than it had a moment before.
The man clicked his tongue, muttered something under his breath that neither of you bothered trying to make out, then brushed past with an irritated shake of his head. A second later the automatic doors slid open, letting another gust of rain-cooled air into the store before closing behind him.
Only then did you realize how tightly your shoulders had been drawn.
You let out a slow breath, rubbing absentmindedly at your sleeve before looking back toward the stranger. He was already crouching in front of the freezer, comparing two tubs of ice cream as though nothing unusual had happened at all.
“Thank you.”
He glanced over his shoulder.
“For what?”
You blinked.
“…Seriously?”
He smiled, though it was small enough that you almost missed it.
“I didn’t really do much.”
“You did.”
There was something oddly comforting about how quickly he’d dismissed it. He hadn’t looked at you like you owed him gratitude, hadn’t expected a conversation or an explanation. He’d stepped in because someone was making you uncomfortable, and in his mind that seemed reason enough. You watched him stand, a tub of vanilla ice cream tucked beneath one arm. For a moment, you considered leaving it there. You probably should have. Instead, you laughed quietly and shook your head.
“This is probably the weirdest thank-you anyone’s ever gotten.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Oh?”
You smiled despite yourself.
“Oh no. A jerk is harassing me, and some random guy I don’t even know decides to defend me…”
Your eyes wandered over him for a second longer than you intended. The oversized hoodie. The sleepy eyes. The way he still looked more interested in his ice cream than whatever conversation the two of you were having.
“…And, wow.”
He waited.
“You’re really cute.”
For the first time since you’d seen him, he looked genuinely surprised. Not dramatically. Just enough that his eyes widened slightly before a quiet laugh escaped him. He ducked his head, rubbing the back of his neck as though he suddenly wasn’t sure where to look.
“…That wasn’t what I thought you were going to say.”
“I figured.”
“I thought it’d just be ‘thanks.’”
“I already said thanks.”
“I don’t think that was the important part.”
You laughed, and to your surprise, so did he.
It was soft. Almost shy.
“I’m Riki,” he said after a moment, holding your gaze just long enough to make your heart skip in the most inconvenient way. You told him your name. He repeated it once under his breath, like he was making sure he remembers it.
“It suits you.”
“You don’t know me.”
“No,” he admitted, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “But I think I’d like to.”
Outside, the rain continued to fall, tapping gently against the windows as if the night had nowhere else to be. Neither, it seemed, did either of you.
a/n: i don’t have a tag list yet soo if anyone wants to be on it 👀👀 it’s open also sorry if there’s like repeating words im limited on big words Ok…?😅😅😅
“BETWEEN THE AISLES “ — NISHIMURA RIKI
in which ── .✦ a rainy night, a convenience store, and a stranger who chooses vanilla ice cream somehow change everything. what starts as a chance encounter slowly becomes late-night texts, familiar faces, and feelings neither of them planned for. if only he weren’t hiding a life she never saw coming.
contains: idk what to put here Ok..?
a/n: this is my first ever tumblr fic so pls if anything is weird or wrong or bad pls tell me…also i got lazy at the end so don’t mind (,,>﹏<,,)
01 02
The rain had settled over the city hours ago, leaving everything washed in a muted sort of gray that made the world feel quieter than it really was. Streetlights bled into the puddles gathering along the sidewalks, headlights beamed gold across the wet pavement, and every passing car carried the same soft hiss of tires cutting through water. By the time you pushed open the glass door of the convenience store, your sleeves were damp, your hair clung to your cheeks, and the bell above the entrance gave a tired little chime that seemed far too cheerful for a night like this. Warm air greeted you immediately, smelling faintly of coffee, instant noodles, and whatever sugary pastries had been sitting beneath the heat lamps since this morning.
“You look like you’re thinking really hard.”
The voice pulled you from your thoughts so suddenly that you almost dropped the bottle in your hand. You glanced up to find a man standing a few feet away, leaning lazily against the opposite shelf as though he’d always belonged there. He wore a smile that felt rehearsed, the kind people put on because they assumed it would work. You returned a polite smile out of habit before looking back at the labels in front of you, hoping that would be enough to end the interaction.
It wasn’t.
“So,” he continued, taking another step into the aisle, “what’s your name?”
“I’d rather not say.”
“C’mon.” He laughed, waving a dismissive hand. “I’m just making conversation.”
“I know.”
“You always this shy?”
“No.” You finally looked at him again. “Just not interested.”
The words came out calm, almost gentle, but they landed with far less effect than you’d hoped. His smile barely faltered. If anything, he seemed amused by your refusal, like it was simply another part of the conversation instead of the end of it. You turned toward the next aisle, hoping he’d take the hint.
Footsteps followed.
You stopped beside the refrigerators, pretending to examine another row of drinks while your reflection stared back at you through the glass. A second reflection appeared a moment later. Still following. Your stomach sank.
“You know,” he said, “you’re making this harder than it has to be.”
Before you could answer, another voice drifted through the aisle.
“I think she’s made it pretty easy.”
The sentence wasn’t loud. It wasn’t sharp or threatening, either. It was spoken with such casual certainty that everyone seemed to pause simply because there was nothing else to do. You turned first.
A boy stood near the freezer doors with one hand wrapped loosely around the handle of a shopping basket. Gray hoodie. Black sweatpants. Headphones resting around his neck as though he’d only taken them off a moment ago. His dark hair fell over his eyes, and every few seconds he brushed it back without seeming to notice he was doing it. There wasn’t anything dramatic about him. He didn’t square his shoulders or step forward like someone looking for a fight. If anything, he looked mildly inconvenienced, as though he’d been planning on buying ice cream before someone interrupted his evening.
The man beside you scoffed. “Mind your own business.”
“I was.”
The stranger’s gaze shifted briefly toward you before returning to him.
“Then you kept following her.”
Silence settled over the aisle. The refrigerators hummed steadily behind you, and somewhere near the register a microwave beeped, startling no one but yourself. It wasn’t the kind of confrontation people imagined when they thought of someone stepping in. There were no raised voices, no dramatic speeches, no threats tossed back and forth. Just a quiet certainty that made the air feel heavier than it had a moment before.
The man clicked his tongue, muttered something under his breath that neither of you bothered trying to make out, then brushed past with an irritated shake of his head. A second later the automatic doors slid open, letting another gust of rain-cooled air into the store before closing behind him.
Only then did you realize how tightly your shoulders had been drawn.
You let out a slow breath, rubbing absentmindedly at your sleeve before looking back toward the stranger. He was already crouching in front of the freezer, comparing two tubs of ice cream as though nothing unusual had happened at all.
“Thank you.”
He glanced over his shoulder.
“For what?”
You blinked.
“…Seriously?”
He smiled, though it was small enough that you almost missed it.
“I didn’t really do much.”
“You did.”
There was something oddly comforting about how quickly he’d dismissed it. He hadn’t looked at you like you owed him gratitude, hadn’t expected a conversation or an explanation. He’d stepped in because someone was making you uncomfortable, and in his mind that seemed reason enough. You watched him stand, a tub of vanilla ice cream tucked beneath one arm. For a moment, you considered leaving it there. You probably should have. Instead, you laughed quietly and shook your head.
“This is probably the weirdest thank-you anyone’s ever gotten.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Oh?”
You smiled despite yourself.
“Oh no. A jerk is harassing me, and some random guy I don’t even know decides to defend me…”
Your eyes wandered over him for a second longer than you intended. The oversized hoodie. The sleepy eyes. The way he still looked more interested in his ice cream than whatever conversation the two of you were having.
“…And, wow.”
He waited.
“You’re really cute.”
For the first time since you’d seen him, he looked genuinely surprised. Not dramatically. Just enough that his eyes widened slightly before a quiet laugh escaped him. He ducked his head, rubbing the back of his neck as though he suddenly wasn’t sure where to look.
“…That wasn’t what I thought you were going to say.”
“I figured.”
“I thought it’d just be ‘thanks.’”
“I already said thanks.”
“I don’t think that was the important part.”
You laughed, and to your surprise, so did he.
It was soft. Almost shy.
“I’m Riki,” he said after a moment, holding your gaze just long enough to make your heart skip in the most inconvenient way. You told him your name. He repeated it once under his breath, like he was making sure he remembers it.
“It suits you.”
“You don’t know me.”
“No,” he admitted, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “But I think I’d like to.”
Outside, the rain continued to fall, tapping gently against the windows as if the night had nowhere else to be. Neither, it seemed, did either of you.
a/n: i don’t have a tag list yet soo if anyone wants to be on it 👀👀 it’s open also sorry if there’s like repeating words im limited on big words Ok…?😅😅😅
when will ur first fic be🥹🥹 you seem really cool!!
omg ur so sweet stop 😳😳 umm idkk when my first fic will be i scrapped a bunch 😔💔 BUT finishing a new fic rn! sooo very soon👀
me when my story takes more than a month bc i work on it for an hour and then don’t touch it for a week 😂😂😂🫱🫱
i want to write but i need a plotdhdjdjenwn