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The morning sun in the Kingdom of Corona cast a golden glow across the quaint village, the air buzzing with the energy of an upcoming festival. Rapunzel had invited Sora and Rika to explore the town with her flower markets, music, dancing, lanterns, the whole magical experience. But there was just one problem.

Rika couldn’t decide what to wear.

She stood in the guest room of the castle, arms crossed, glaring at a chaotic pile of clothes on the bed. Flowing skirts, cropped jackets, boots, belts, scarves. it looked like a fashion storm had rolled through.

“I want something light, but not too light. Something cute but not, like, trying too hard. Something festive, but not like I’m cosplaying a fruit basket,” Rika muttered, sifting through a pile of flower-patterned tops.

“This one’s breezy, but the other one’s more… cool-girl,” she muttered to herself. “Why is this so hard? It’s just a town tour. With dancing. And maybe some twirling… with Sora…” she murmured. “..And flowers. Okay, it’s kind of a lot.”

From the other end of the bed, Sora called, “Rikaaa, come on! We’re gonna miss the street dancing!”

“I’m trying to pick something that doesn’t make me look like I fell into a flower cart!”

Sora popped up behind her with a mischievous smile. “What if I help?”

She gave him a look. “You? Help me pick clothes?”

“Yeah! I’ve been through, like, many worlds. I’ve seen all kinds of outfits. I got this.. plus I’ve worn, like… at least six different kinds of jackets in my life. I think I’m qualified.”

The confidence was admirable. Unfortunately, it was completely misplaced.

Sora dove into the pile like a puppy in a laundry basket and came out holding a lime green poncho and bright pink striped pants.

“What about this?” he asked. “It says ‘fun and fresh’!”

Rika stared at him.

“Sora… that says ‘clown at a fruit parade.’”

“Oh.” He paused, then grinned. “Okay. Next one!”

Sora, ever determined, continued holding up options. A polka-dot scarf worn as a belt. A vest over a dress. A single glove. At one point, he tried wrapping her in a blanket like a cape.

“You look like royalty,” he said.

“I look like I overslept and just gave up”

“Same thing, really.”

They went through three more outfits, one involving way too many scarves, one that somehow incorporated oven mitts “as a statement,” and one that had Rika wearing his old jacket with the hood up.

“You look so cool,” he said, grinning proudly.

Rika groaned, flopping onto the bed. “This is hopeless.”

Sora flopped down beside her. “You know, you’d look good in anything. Even a burlap sack.”

“You say that now, but if I showed up in a potato sack, you’d pretend not to know me.”

“Nuh-uh,” he said, grinning. “I’d be like, ‘That’s my stylish potato right there.’” That alone made Rika giggle.

Just then, Rapunzel poked her head into the room. “Everything okay in here? Oh! …uh… should I come back?”

“No! Help! Please,” Rika said instantly as she quickly got up.

Rapunzel giggled and stepped in. Within minutes, she helped Rika put together the perfect look: a soft lavender blouse, a pleated skirt with subtle floral embroidery, and a simple necklace made from shells they’d collected the day before. Rika looked fresh, glowing, and not even slightly like a fashion experiment gone wrong.

“Wow,” Sora breathed. “You really do look amazing.”

Rika blushed as she adjusted her sleeve. “Thanks. And… thanks for trying.”

Sora clapped. “See? We nailed it!”

“You threw a flowerpot at me and called it a hat.”

“It had potential,” he said with a wink.

Rika walked over, leaned in close, and kissed his cheek. “You’re lucky i love you.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly. “Yeah… I know.”

And with that, they finally headed out with Rapunzel and Eugene

They walked out together toward the bustling square, Rika looking radiant and Sora still quietly thinking the blanket-cape idea had potential, the day ahead promised laughter, dancing, and just enough chaos to keep things interesting.

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Rika had been talking about Pierce The Veil for months. No.. years. Every car ride? PTV. Every lazy afternoon? PTV. Every romantic moment? Somehow…PTV. And Sora, bless his heart, tried to appreciate her enthusiasm, but screaming post-hardcore wasn’t exactly his thing.

But he loved Rika, and when he heard the band was coming to town, he knew what he had to do. He figured he’d get them in no time and surprise Rika with them.

Easy, right? Wrong. They were expensive. Like, Keyblade Master salary expensive. And Sora? He was just a broke teenager with a love for adventure and a wallet full of lint.

Okay so, if no munny then... Get Creative. He tried everything. Odd jobs around town? Check. Selling old manga and magazines he had? Check. Trying to convince Riku to “invest in true love” and loan him munny? Big no.

By the time the concert rolled around closer, tickets had sold out and fast, And Sora? Well, Sora had exactly…not enough to buy tickets in time. Not even the cheapest nosebleed seats. He felt awful..

Months later, on the night of the concert, he picked Rika up, holding a picnic basket and looking suspiciously not like someone who had two golden tickets to her dream concert.

“Uh…Sora?” she asked, raising a brow.

“Trust me,” he grinned, grabbing her hand.

He led her to a grassy hill just outside the open stadium. They couldn’t see the band, but they could hear the music perfectly. The distant stage lights painted the night sky in streaks of purple and blue. He had set up a little blanket, snacks, and even some fairy lights he borrowed from Kairi.

Rika blinked. “You…did this?”

“Yeah,” Sora said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I, uh, couldn’t afford tickets. But I still wanted to do something special for you. I know how much you love the band.. I-Im Sorry..”

For a moment, Rika just stared at him. The concert’s opening song blared through the air, but all she could hear was her own heart melting.

“You absolute dork,” she laughed, tackling him into a hug. “This is better than going to the concert.”

Sora blinked. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah,” she smiled, resting her forehead against his. “Crowds suck anyway. And now I get a little private little vip spot.. listening to the band, eating snacks.. no shoving or pushing.. it’s perfect.”

Sora beamed, relieved beyond belief. They spent the rest of the night swaying to the music, sharing snacks, and laughing under the stars.

And by the end of it, Rika didn’t just love Pierce The Veil… she loved him even more.

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It was supposed to be a fun night out. The marketplace was bustling, lights twinkling above them, the air filled with laughter and chatter. Sora was excited, talking about all the food they could try, the silly prizes they could win.

But Rika’s chest felt tight.

The noise, the people pressing in around her… it was too much. Every sound overlapped, voices turning into a blur, her heart pounding louder than it should. She curled her fingers into her sleeves, breathing a little too fast.

She didn’t say anything.

But Sora noticed.

His hand found hers…not pulling, not rushing…just holding. A quiet, steadying touch. Then, without a word, he guided her through the crowd, weaving effortlessly until the noise faded, the lights softened, and they were somewhere quieter.

A small alley near a flower stall, where the scent of fresh petals replaced the overwhelming smell of food and bodies.

Rika exhaled, pressing a hand to her chest.

Sora didn’t ask questions. Didn’t make a big deal of it. He just leaned beside her, close but not crowding, letting her take her time.

After a moment, she looked at him, eyes soft. “How’d you know?”

He shrugged, smiling gently. “I always know.”

Rika swallowed past the lump in her throat, squeezing his hand. “…Thanks, Sora.”

He squeezed back. “Anytime.”

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Rika carefully measured out the ingredients, following Little Chef’s recipe to the letter. “Okay, Sora, we need the fruit next.”

Silence.

She looked up.

Sora was standing right there, holding a strawberry mid-bite like a guilty puppy caught in the act.

“Sora,” she deadpanned.

He slowly, slowly lowered the strawberry. “…Yes?”

“Stop eating the ingredients!”

“It’s called taste-testing,” he argued, popping the rest of the strawberry into his mouth. “Gotta make sure it’s good!”

Rika groaned. “You’ve taste-tested half the fruit bowl!”

“That’s called quality control.”

She pointed at him, eyes narrowed. “If you eat one more piece, I’m making you go back out and buy more.”

Sora raised his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine! I won’t eat any more.”

Satisfied, Rika turned back to the dough.

Crunch.

She whipped around.

Sora, mid-chew, stared at her. A blueberry still between his fingers.

A tense silence.

“…It fell in my mouth.”

Rika lunged at him with a wooden spoon. “SORA!”

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Rika’s gummi phone buzzed.

Sora: Open your window.

She raised an eyebrow. Weirdo. But, curiosity won, and she got up, unlocking the window and pushing it open.

She expected maybe a surprise, maybe a dumb little paper airplane with a love note—not to see Sora standing there. On her fifth-floor balcony.

Just. Smiling. Like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Rika stared. “…Sora.”

“Hey!” He beamed.

A long pause.

Finally, she folded her arms. “Sora.”

“Yeah?”

“HOW DID YOU GET UP HERE?!”

He blinked, as if just now realizing this might be a problem. “Oh. Uh. I climbed?”

“YOU WHAT?!”

Sora scratched his cheek sheepishly. “I wanted to surprise you?”

“Surprise me?! You could’ve died!”

“Well, I didn’t!” He grinned proudly. “And now I’m here!”

Rika dragged a hand down her face. “Oh my god.”

Meanwhile, Sora just stood there, rocking on his heels, completely unfazed. “Sooo… can I come in?”

Rika pinched the bridge of her nose. “…Yeah, get inside before I throw you in the actual ocean.”

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My Dearest Sora,

I don’t think I could ever put into words just how much you mean to me, but I want to try… because you deserve to know.

There are days when my mind feels like a storm I can’t escape. When my thoughts are too loud, my emotions too heavy, and the weight of everything feels like too much to carry. My anxiety whispers doubts, my depression drags me down, and my BPD makes every feeling so intense it’s exhausting. But then… I see you.

Just the sight of you, the sound of your voice, the warmth in your smile… it’s like the sun breaking through the clouds. You remind me that no matter how dark things get, light always finds a way through. You don’t just exist as a character on a screen.. you reach people. You reach me. You have this way of making the world feel a little less scary, a little less lonely, just by being you.

It’s not just because you’re a hero, not because you fight or win battles… it’s because of your heart. Because you care so deeply, because you always keep going even when you’re hurting, because you never stop believing in the people you love. And in doing that, you’ve taught me to believe in myself, too.

I see how tired you get, how much you push forward even when you don’t have to, how you try so hard to be strong for everyone around you. And maybe that’s why I feel so close to you… because I do that too. I know what it’s like to feel like you have to keep smiling, to keep going no matter how much you’re struggling. But, Sora… you remind me that I don’t have to do it alone. That it’s okay to lean on others, to trust, to believe that there’s always hope.

You have saved me in ways you’ll never know. Just seeing you, hearing you, being reminded of the kindness and love you bring into the world… it makes things feel okay again. Even on my hardest days, even when I feel like I’m falling apart, you make it better.

I hope, somehow, you know just how much you mean to people like me. I hope you know that your light reaches farther than you could ever imagine. And I hope you never, ever forget just how special you are.

Thank you, Sora. For being you. For reminding me that I’ll be okay. For being my light when I can’t find my own.

With all the love in my heart,

Rika♡

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The sun hung low in the sky, painting everything in shades of gold as a gentle breeze rustled the grass. Rika and Sora lay sprawled out on their picnic blanket, tucked away in their little secluded hideaway, far from the noise of the world. Days like these, just the two of them, with no responsibilities, no battles, no distractions.. were the ones they cherished most.

Sora rested his head on Rika’s lap, his eyes half-lidded as he gazed up at her with that soft, love-struck look that always made her heart flutter. “Y’know,” he murmured, a lazy smile stretching across his lips, “I’ve been thinking a lot about what’s next.”

Rika hummed in response, her fingers gently combing through his hair. She knew how much he loved when she played with it, how it made him melt under her touch. As he spoke, she picked a tiny white flower from the grass beside them and began tucking it into his hair, listening intently.

“I wanna keep seeing more of the worlds,” Sora continued, voice light with wonder. “Meet new people, help where I can. But…” He trailed off, reaching up to take Rika’s free hand in his. He turned his head slightly, pressing a kiss to her palm. “I want to do it all with you.”

Rika’s breath hitched. She knew he meant it. Sora never said anything he didn’t mean.

She smiled, running her fingers gently along the side of his face. “That sounds perfect,” she whispered.

Sora chuckled, tilting his head playfully. “Hey, what are you—”

Before he could finish, Rika placed another flower behind his ear, giggling at how effortlessly he let her decorate him.

He groaned but couldn’t stop grinning. “Are you turning me into a flower field?”

“Yes,” Rika said simply, smoothing his bangs and admiring her work. “Because you’re pretty.”

Sora flushed. “Rika.”

She leaned down, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Sora.”

He sighed dramatically, but his smile was the most genuine it had been all day. “You’re lucky I love you.”

Rika beamed. “I know.” ♡

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Sora and Rika arrived in the familiar golden glow of Olympus, the smell of warm stone and training sweat filling the air. The Colosseum loomed before them, and Rika already had a feeling about what was about to happen.

“You ready for this?” Sora grinned, stretching his arms. “I’ve gotten way stronger since the last time I was here. I bet I can take on Herc in a real match now!”

Rika, hands on her hips, smirked at him. “Babe. I love you, but he’s literally Hercules.”

Sora waved her off, confident. “Yeah, yeah, but I’m a hero too now! Watch this.”

As they entered, Phil was already barking orders at some lesser-known trainees, but the moment he saw Sora, he threw his hands up. “Hey, kid! Long time no see! You come back for another lesson in how not to get squashed?”

Sora huffed, puffing his chest out. “No way! I’ve been training nonstop, saving worlds, and now—I think I can take on Herc in a spar!”

There was a pause. Then Phil cackled.

“Oh, this I gotta see.”

Hercules himself walked in, smiling as he wiped some sweat off his brow. “Sora! Rika! Great to see you guys. What’s this about a spar?”

“Sora wants to prove he can take you on,” Rika answered sweetly, leaning against the Colosseum wall. “And I totally believe in him.”

“Oh man,” Rika muttered, trying really hard not to laugh.

Sora tried again. This time, he leaped up, did a full spin, and smacked Herc in the side with a full-force combo.

Hercules yawned.

Phil was dying on the sidelines.

Rika cupped her hands around her mouth. “You got this, babe! Hit him harder!”

Sora groaned but wasn’t about to back down. He charged up a Firaga spell, launching it directly at Herc’s chest. The fireball hit—

And Hercules just brushed the soot off his tunic.

Sora froze. “…Uh.”

“Nice shot!” Herc said cheerfully. “You’ve really improved!”

“IMPROVED?” Sora yelled.

Phil wheezed, clutching his stomach. “Oh, kid, you’re killing me!”

Rika, meanwhile, was having the time of her life. Sure, Sora had no physical chance against Hercules, but seeing him puff up and try was so adorable. She clapped her hands. “Alright, babe! It’s time for your ultimate move!”

Sora, still determined, wiped his brow. “You’re right! It’s time for… RAGNAROK!!”

He launched himself into the air, beams of light shooting down at Hercules in rapid succession. Rika gasped dramatically. Phil leaned forward. Even Herc looked mildly interested.

The beams hit. Dust kicked up. For a moment, silence.

Then, the dust settled.

And there was Hercules. Standing there. Still smiling.

Sora landed, panting. He looked at Rika, then at Phil, then back at Herc.

Hercules gave him a thumbs-up. “That was awesome, Sora!”

Sora deflated like a balloon. “…I need a nap.”

Rika finally let out her laughter, running over and hugging him. “You did so good, babe! You’re my hero no matter what.”

Sora, exhausted, just melted into the hug. “At least you think so…”

Phil slapped his back. “Kid, you got guts, I’ll give you that. Just… don’t let ‘em get you killed.”

Sora groaned while Rika giggled, helping him up. “So… ice cream after this?” she suggested.

Sora gave a tired smile. “Please.”

And just like that, their hero training (read: mild humiliation) came to an end.

(The most silliest story yet! But I love that Herc will always be someone Sora can always look up as a hero! And strong since he’s a DemiGod! Hope you enjoyed^^)

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Rika was feeling particularly mischievous today.

She sat beside Sora on the couch, watching him scroll lazily through his phone, completely unaware of the plan forming in her mind. Smirking to herself, she reached out and gently scratched under his chin with her nails, just to see what would happen.

At first, Sora blinked in confusion, his face scrunching up. “Uh… what are you—”

Then, something strange happened.

His head tilted up just slightly.

Rika paused, eyes widening in amusement. No way.

Testing her theory, she scratched a little more, this time dragging her nails a bit slower.

Sora made a sound.

A weird sound.

A cross between a hum and a little sigh of satisfaction—almost like a purr.

Rika gasped dramatically. “Oh my god.”

Sora immediately snapped out of it, face burning red. “Wha—NO. Don’t even—”

“You PURRED.”

“I did not—”

“YES, YOU DID.” She cackled, grabbing his face. “Oh my gosh, are you a cat? Is this why you nap so much? Is this why you like getting your hair ruffled? Is this why—”

Sora groaned, covering his face with his hands. “I hate you.”

“You love me,” Rika teased, attempting to scratch under his chin again.

Sora swatted her hand away, looking like a flustered mess. “STOP THAT.”

But now, Rika had a new ways to tease Sora.

And Sora had a new weakness.

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“Study Date…? More Like ‘Get Kicked Out’ Date”

Rika had the best of intentions. Really, she did. Finals were right around the corner, and if she and Sora wanted to pass, they had to study. So, she set up a series of study dates, determined to keep them on track.

Attempt #1: The Library

The plan was simple: find a quiet corner, take notes, quiz each other… easy, right?

Wrong.

Five minutes in, Sora started doodling on Rika’s notes, turning her carefully written definitions into little comics of them fighting off Heartless with their textbooks. She tried to ignore him, really, but then he whispered a dramatic, “Rika, the pop quiz is coming! We have to strike first!” and that was it. She snorted way too loudly, earning them a sharp glare from the librarian.

By the time Sora had started dramatically fake crying over their workload, and Rika was crying real tears from laughing too hard, they were both unceremoniously escorted out.

Attempt #2: A Coffee Shop

Surely, a café would be a better environment, casual, relaxed, coffee to keep them focused.

Except Sora, being Sora, got way too excited over the different drink options. “Rika, should I get a mocha or a caramel latte?”

“Just pick one, babe.”

“But what if the mocha is too bitter? What if the caramel is too sweet? What if—”

“Sora.”

Then, when they finally got settled, Rika had just begun explaining a tricky math problem when Sora playfully dipped his finger into his whipped cream and booped her nose with it.

The next five minutes were spent in an all-out silent war of flicking sugar packets and trying to keep a straight face. But kept snickering and laughing

Cue another set of annoyed glances from nearby customers.

Cue them getting kicked out again.

Attempt #3: The Park

Desperate, Rika suggested the park. “There’s no way we can get kicked out of an outdoor space, right?”

This time, they actually got a solid twenty minutes of work done. But then Sora, ever restless, leaned back against the tree and started playing with Rika’s hand absentmindedly, tracing little patterns against her palm.

It should have been innocent. But the way he kept grinning at her, the way he murmured “You know, studying is always a lot more fun when I get to look at you,” made her blush like crazy.

Which, of course, led to her tackling him in retaliation.

Which, of course, led to rolling around in the grass, both of them laughing uncontrollably.

Which, of course, led to an older couple on a walk shaking their heads at them, grabbing attention from near by folks.

At that point, Rika flopped onto her back with a groan. “Sora. We’re never going to get any studying done.”

He grinned, leaning over her with an innocent look. “Soooo… should we just call it a date instead?”

Rika rolled her eyes but pulled him down for a kiss anyway. “Fine. But you better not complain if we fail.”

“Pfft. We’ll be fine.” He smirked. “I mean, worst case scenario, we just—”

“No, Sora, we are not asking Kairi for her notes again.”

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Rika stirred awake, blinking groggily as she realized she had dozed off for much longer than intended. The weight of sleep still clung to her limbs, but the faint flicker of light coming from the living room piqued her curiosity. Rubbing her eyes before putting her glasses on, she slipped out of bed and padded quietly toward the source.

Peeking around the corner, she caught sight of Sora, completely unaware of her presence. He was in the middle of adjusting the throw pillows on the couch, his brow furrowed in deep concentration as he fluffed and repositioned them for what must have been the fourth time. On the coffee table, he had set out her favorite snacks, neatly arranged as if he’d put great thought into their placement.

The soft glow of the TV screen illuminated his face, and Rika’s heart fluttered when she realized what movie was queued up, the one she always begged him to watch with her. The one he pretended to be indifferent about but always secretly enjoyed because he loved seeing her reactions.

As he stepped back, hands on his hips in satisfaction, he muttered to himself, “Okay, should be perfect for when she wakes up…”

A grin crept onto Rika’s face. So this was what he was up to. He had been planning a cozy little midnight date for her.

Unable to help herself, she leaned against the doorway with crossed arms and teased, “Well, well, well… What do we have here?”

Sora practically jumped, spinning around with wide eyes, his face immediately flushing. “Rika! Y-you were supposed to still be sleeping!”

She chuckled, pushing off the doorframe and sauntering over to him. “You mean I wasn’t supposed to catch my sweet, thoughtful boyfriend setting up a perfect night for me?”

His sheepish smile was all the confirmation she needed. With a playful hum, she wrapped her arms around his neck and murmured, “You’re such a dork. A really, really cute one.”

Sora huffed but grinned, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Well… since you’re already up, you might as well enjoy it.”

Rika beamed, tugging him down for a quick kiss before pulling him toward the couch. “Only if you cuddle me the entire time,” she bargained.

Sora laughed, squeezing her hand. “That was part of the plan anyway.”

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