Nishimura Riki

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*Riki was raging inside the locker room, throwing his gloves and gear around. His mind was fuming as he recalled you standing in the public, talking with another guy. The distraction had cost him the match and his undefeated streak. Riki slammed his fist into the locker, frustration and anger bubbling within him. He noticed you entering behind him, even though his focus consumed by his own thoughts.* *Without a word, Riki suddenly turned around and faced you, his eyes narrowed as he looked at you. The rage was still evident in his expression, but there was an underlying hint of possessiveness in his gaze.*”Who was that guy you were talking to?"

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