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[angel06babysworld]

doctor!rafe x gf!reader

“Stay Inside, Baby.”

It happens fast.

Too fast.

One second she’s smiling up at him from the porch—sun-kissed and flushed from running errands in the ninety-degree heat—and the next, her words cut off mid-sentence. She sways, just barely, eyes glazing over. Her body lists forward like she’s falling into him on purpose.

But she doesn’t catch herself.

“Hey—hey, woah, baby,” Rafe says sharply, arms shooting out just in time. She crumples into him like her legs stopped working, her head lolling against his chest, breath shallow and uneven.

His heart seizes.

“Baby,” he says again, firmer now, panic already rising in his chest. “Hey, wake up. Look at me.”

She doesn’t respond. Her skin is clammy. Her body too warm, too limp. He feels the heat radiating off of her like warning signs he should’ve seen earlier.

He scoops her up immediately, his medical instincts kicking in faster than the fear can settle. He’s carried patients like this before—collapsed, overheated, unconscious—but this isn’t a patient. This is her.

His girl.

By the time he lays her on the couch and presses the back of his hand to her forehead, he’s already mentally diagnosing her—heat exhaustion. Low fluids. Probably skipped breakfast. Definitely didn’t drink enough water.

Stubborn. Sweet. Always putting everything before herself.

He grabs a cold towel from the kitchen and presses it gently to her face, murmuring her name over and over again like the repetition alone will anchor her to him. “Come on, baby. You’re okay. You’re okay, but I need you to open those eyes.”

She stirs a little, her body twitching before her lashes flutter.

“There she is,” he breathes, so relieved it hurts. “Hi, honey. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

“Rafe?” she whispers, dazed and confused. “What happened?”

“You passed out. You scared the hell out of me.”

Her brow furrows, hand weakly grasping at his. “I’m fine now. Just got too hot.”

He gives her a look. The look. The one that says, Don’t even try me.

“No. You’re not fine. You passed out in my arms. You haven’t been drinking enough water. I’m willing to bet you had one granola bar and iced coffee and called that lunch.”

She tries to sit up. He gently presses her right back down.

“Not a chance. You’re not moving.”

“Rafe…”

“No. No arguing. I’m a doctor. You’re not. And right now, I’m prescribing full rest, fluids, and me not letting you out of my sight for the rest of the damn day.”

She blinks up at him, throat dry. “You’re bossy.”

“You almost collapsed on the porch. You’re lucky all I’m being is bossy.”

He grabs a cold bottle of water, unscrews it, and holds it out to her. When she doesn’t move fast enough, he guides it to her lips himself, eyes watching her every swallow like he’s trying to track her pulse through it.

When she’s done, she leans her head against his shoulder and closes her eyes. “I just wanted to get everything done before you got home…”

“I’d rather come home to a messy house and a healthy girlfriend than see you like that again,” he says, hand cradling the back of her head. “You scared me.”

She’s quiet for a moment, the guilt creeping in.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know,” he murmurs. “Just let me take care of you now.”

So she does. She stays curled into his side, letting him press cold cloths to her skin and feed her sips of water and mutter things like “reckless little thing” under his breath even as his hands never stop being gentle.

And even hours later, when the color has returned to her face and the headache has started to fade, he still refuses to let her up.

“Rafe, I feel better. I swear.”

“Baby,” he says, pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders and tucking her against his chest. “You’re not leaving this house until I say so. In fact, you’re not leaving this couch. I’ll get your laptop if you want. I’ll bring snacks. I’ll even let you put on that trash reality show you like. But you’re not going anywhere.”

And with his heartbeat in her ear, his arms around her, and his voice soft and stubborn, she doesn’t really want to.

Not when she has everything she needs—right here.

dividers: @/cafekitsune

tags: @amelialovesrafe @alyisdead @illumoria @blissfulbutterfliess @sydneysslove @sc04 @matthewswifeyy @meetmeintheemeraldpool @icversvoid @honeyinthesummer @dolli333 @lolabunnyworldss @sabrina-carpenter-stan-account @rafessbaby @rafesbabygirlx

[angelfragil]

📔❤︎💮 forever a #𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 ✿ 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 🍏 ͙⃜

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午前0時、飛び出した、扉を蹴飛ばして

[moon3verland]

｡･ﾟﾟ･Falling Into Comfort･ﾟﾟ･｡

ENHYPEN HYUNG LINE FALLING ASLEEP ON S/O'S LAP

HYUNG LINE ★ MAKNAE LINE

❥ In which Enhypen find comfort in their s/o's lap after a long day

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ Hyung line x GN!reader GENRE! Fluff!! Tooth rotting fluff to be specific 『 ↳✧･ﾟ Warnings ; None!! 〘WC: 0.5K〙 ↳˳;; ❝ ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱʜᴇʟꜰᵕ̈೫

Lee Heeseung - Falls asleep after a long day of singing practice

Heeseung has a habit of looking at you with those soft, doe eyes before resting his head on your lap.

He mumbles something sweet like, “You’re so comfortable,” before fully settling in, his voice already heavy with sleepiness.

His hand instinctively reaches for yours, holding it loosely as if grounding himself in your presence.

As he dozes off, his breathing evens out, and you can’t help but admire the way his long lashes brush against his cheeks.

Occasionally, he lets out a soft hum or murmurs your name in his sleep, making your heart flutter.

When he wakes up, there’s a sleepy smile on his face, and he gazes at you with so much affection, you’re sure you’re his favorite comfort. MORE UNDERCUT!

Park Jay - Falls asleep while binge-watching your favorite show together

Jay hesitates at first, shyly asking, “Are you sure I can?” but his eyes light up when you pat your lap invitingly.

He sighs deeply as his head finds your lap, immediately melting into your touch like he’s been waiting for this moment all day.

As he starts to drift off, he mumbles little compliments like, “You’re the best,” or “I could get used to this,” his voice trailing into soft snores.

You’ll notice the tension leaving his body as he completely relaxes, his features softening into a serene expression.

If you gently run your fingers through his hair, he’ll let out the tiniest contented sigh, making your heart swell.

When he wakes up, he’ll give you a lopsided grin and tease, “So, do I pass the boyfriend nap test?” before pulling you into a warm hug.

Sim Jake - Falls asleep after playing with Layla in the park

Jake doesn’t even hesitate; he’ll plop down onto your lap with a playful grin and say, “This is my spot now.”

Layla will often curl up nearby, as if she’s part of the cozy little moment, her tail wagging happily.

Jake starts talking about his day while resting his head on your lap, but his words eventually slow down and trail off as sleep takes over.

He shifts slightly in his sleep, occasionally nuzzling closer to your stomach or clutching your hand like a teddy bear.

If you stroke his hair, he’ll let out the softest little whines, completely melting into your touch.

When he wakes up, his eyes are still half-lidded as he mumbles, “You’re the best pillow ever,” before pulling you down for a quick kiss, his way of saying thank you.

Park Sunghoon - Falls asleep while pretending he’s not tired

Sunghoon tries to act cool about it, casually lying down with a smirk and saying, “Don’t move. I’m comfortable here.”

But the second your fingers run through his hair, his façade melts, and his cheeks turn the faintest shade of pink.

He falls asleep almost instantly, his lips parting slightly and his brows relaxing as he leans into your touch.

Every so often, he murmurs something in his sleep, his voice soft and unintelligible but utterly adorable.

You’ll find yourself staring at his peaceful expression, his usually sharp features looking so gentle and angelic.

When he wakes up, he stretches lazily, flashing you a small, genuine smile before whispering, “Thanks for letting me stay here. I’m never leaving.”

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[edenfire]

✨️💎 my one and only wish 💎✨️

so i was STILL thinking about shuake in the p5r opening and crying and managed to produce this🥰🤲💗🌸💞

please never let me wake up from this dream🥺💘💞

I really like how this one turned out and im thinking about making it into an 8x10 print🤔 what do you think? would y'all want this one?☺️🌸

[ffashiion]

requested by: @zouriken

ᕱ ᕱ ⠀ ! Alma tumblr layout & graphics !!

⊹ ࣪ ˖ f2u w/ credits / reblog ,, no reposts or recolors ིྀ

credits ) inspo :: all credits go to original media !!

♬ notes ) extra :: ALMA IS SO ME CORE TRUST

[boybandposter]

[SMAUs: Petsitting]

part one , part two , part three

⤷𐙚 featuring: Nanami Kento 🤍

⤷𐙚 Nanami offers to watch a coworkers pet for a week since he knows you like cats

⤷𐙚 fine, fine I admit to it…. I think naming animals after objects is more endearing than “Snowball” 🙁

[fadedtoneverland]

hello I hope you are well, could you write Mingi x male reader who is androgynous and biracial, the reader is a soloist and his music style is city pop fluff and suggestive please 🫶

“pretty city boy” | s.mg

❤︎ synopsis — just some fluff headcanons of mingi with his amazing bf <3

pairing: idol!mingi x soloist!male!reader

theme: fluff ✿ , suggestive ❤︎

a/n: more ateez !! and with a male reader too! ugh, i love my male readers 🫶🫶 we need more of them in the fanfic space.

cw: suggestive jokes. innuendos (because it’s mingi). teasing from woosansang

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before the relationship

when you first joined the industry, you had no idea what to really expect.

making a fan base and career out of being a kpop soloist was scary, especially because you didn’t have a group prior to debuting to gain traction from

so of course, you were scared

but thanks to your amazing company and staff, they promoted you well enough to make your name known throughout all of korea, and even worldwide.

and of course, when fame comes, other idols start naturally hearing about you.

one of them being song mingi from ateez

as a musician himself, mingi had very high respect for the pretty boy with amazing vocals and stunning, unique visuals.

that pretty boy being you, of course.

so naturally, he got invested

mingi learned more about your company, and also the songs you wrote. he really liked the city pop melodies you’d incorporate, and some of the heavy themes you’d sing about in your songs.

so after diving into your discography, he begged hongjoong to get tickets to one of your seoul concerts

it took a lot of convincing, but joong eventually gave in

so now him, hongjoong, seonghwa and san all went together to watch your concert, and get the full experience of your performances

and it was totally worth draining the captain’s wallet

as a performance heavy idol, mingi takes live performances very seriously. his craft is impeccable, and here he was, starstruck by how easily you dominated the stage

you were made to be a star. it’s like god crafted your very being to make the whole world fall in love with you and scream your name

just like how mingi did in this moment

he was so in awe, that san took notice of this, and even waved a hand in front of mingi’s face during the intermission, trying to get his attention.

not like mingi cared, he still processing the adrenaline high from that insane performance. and it was only the first act

when mingi met you at send off, you were just as sweet as you seemed on stage. polite and courteous, even thanking your sunbaenims for attending your concert

to be honest, you were also fanboying a little upon finding out half of ateez was at your concert. you admired their work a lot, and were very happy to know they enjoyed your performance

safe to say, that wouldn’t be the last time you saw mingi. you kept seeing ateez throughout various award shows and promotions, and of course, you’d talk with mingi every chance you got

he was the member that captivated you the most. tall, handsome, charismatic, talented. just everything a guy should be.

and also he was like totally your type too but let’s not talk too much about that

one day after an award show and during an after party, you gave mingi your number, and soon you both started talking more

and of course, that blossomed into something more

during the relationship

mingi first confessed to you, and over text as well

he’s a busy man, so he never had the chance to do anything romantic as a confession

luckily, you accepted, and you both lived for this secret relationship you guys had.

obviously mingi told ateez, and they’re all very supportive

especially the hyungs, hongjoong and seonghwa. they do their best to assure that they support this, and will do anything to protect his relationship

kq also goes extra lengths to keep his relationship private, as does your record label.

the relationship itself is so cute

mingi likes to act all tough and hardcore, with his dude-bro shades n’ all

but the minute you’re around, he softens up like a puppy

you give him the princess treatment he deserves. surprisingly, you’re the one that pampers mingi more in the relationship, and he doesn’t mind at all.

more hugs and kisses from you, please and thank you.

he calls you his pretty boy

emphasis on the “his”, mingi is lowkey very possessive, and does not want to share his lover.

yeosang, wooyoung and san tease mingi endlessly for acting like such a simp around you.

like one minute, he’ll be arguing with wooyoung about who ate the last pack of ramyeon, but the minute he gets a call from you, he stops the argument and is like “hiii babyyy!! :33”

leaving wooyoung dumbfounded, and mocking mingi in the background with his other two besties

“ewwww look at the simp.” “gay behavior smh.” “get a room you guys”

those are some cool phrases from the trio

your dates consist of composing songs together and visiting cafes

the idol life is demanding and hectic, so your downtime is spent with nice, calming activities

whenever mingi’s stressing about something or experiencing bad anxiety, you kiss his knuckles to make him feel better

and following it by peppering his face with a bunch of kisses to let him know he’s loved <33

mingi’s love language is physical affection.

whenever you’re over at the ateez dorms, which is not often, he’ll take it upon himself to throw his body over you, and cuddle you all day.

mingi will also slap your ass a lot

like, a lot. and you can’t do anything to stop it.

sometimes he’ll straight up grab your ass from behind and whisper not so pg-13 things in your ear

“y’know it’d be really easy for me to just bend you over right now on this kitchen counter.” “mingi i swear to god-“

he’s a shameless little fucker whenever it’s just the two of you.

mingi is not the most horny guy in the world, but damn does he know how to keep you screaming all night

one particular night you guys went at it a little too hard in the ateez dorms… and accidentally kept a few people awake.

the next morning, you limped into the kitchen to see a very… very agitated choi san, with his arms crossed and bloodshot eyes

you would’ve been terrified if he didn’t look so goofy in the moment.

“.. pfft— hey san-“ don’t talk to me.”

you apologized to him of course, and san forgave you.

mingi then later walked in the kitchen with visible hickeys on his neck, and shot a smug ass grin to san. a grin that basically said “yep. i bagged that pretty boy.”

overall, the relationship is very sweet and loving, and you couldn’t be happier to have a man like mingi <3

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[kyunyu3]

[velvetyssweetcafe]

꒰ discord requests ♡ part 2 ꒱ nyo portugal!! i wonder how hetalia would look like today if hima kept this portugal design..

[dollywons]

ive sent you two asks now, one being two months ago and one being three or two days ago. it is a shame because i just made a oneshot that was perfect for the chocolate-coated strawberries dividers request i sent you. you're never going to answer me anyway, are you? ive already had a bad enough day.

thanks for nothing

- 🍓

I literally have hundreds of requests so your first one was probably lost :/ And your second one was literally just sent a few days ago. There’s been times when people wait months for a request and I answer them and they’re still grateful because they know it takes time and I’m not always online everyday! So please kindly block me because saying ‘thanks for nothing’ is so rude and unneeded ♡︎ You’re literally the ONLY person who’s complained like this which is insane because I have hundreds of asks, that’s very telling

[infectedrpd]

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[angel06babysworld]

https://www.tumblr.com/angel06babysworld/785837310470209536/my-new-obsession-is-greys-anatomy-so-here-i-am?source=share

THAT WAS SO SWEET !!!!! i would love to read how he would handle giving reader an injection 'cause i know she would be the biggest drama queen about it 😭😭

doctor!rafe x gf!reader

“It’s Just a Shot, Baby”

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Rafe had warned her.

All week, he’d been gently reminding her about the vitamin injection she was due for. He brought it up at breakfast, mentioned it casually while rubbing her back as she laid on the couch, even offered to do it himself so she wouldn’t have to go into the clinic.

And she had agreed — a little too quickly.

So now, here she was: sitting on the edge of their bed in one of his t-shirts, legs swinging, arms crossed, and a pout firmly in place as he prepped the syringe on the dresser beside her.

“I changed my mind,” she announced, eyes narrowing suspiciously as he flicked the cap off the needle. “I don’t want it anymore.”

Rafe didn’t even look up. “Too bad.”

“I think I’ll just take vitamins. Like pills. Chewables. Gummy bears, even.”

He chuckled under his breath, rolling the syringe between his fingers to warm it slightly. “You’re not five, sweetheart.”

“Then stop treating me like I’m five and let me skip it!”

Now he did look up — slowly — and she immediately shut her mouth. His expression was calm but serious, the way it always got when he was in doctor mode. But under the cool professionalism was that little crease between his brows — the one he got when he was concerned.

“You haven’t been eating properly,” he said softly. “You’ve been exhausted, getting dizzy, and the pills upset your stomach. You need the injection. You know that.”

She groaned, flopping backward dramatically across the bed like she was being sentenced to death. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” he replied, smiling as he sat on the bed beside her. He patted her thigh gently. “Come on. Roll over.”

“No.”

He raised a brow. “Are you really gonna make me wrestle you, princess?”

She looked at him, offended. “Yes.”

But he was already slipping his hand under her hip, effortlessly flipping her onto her side like she weighed nothing. She yelped in protest, squealing into a pillow as he tugged the hem of her t-shirt up to expose the top of her thigh.

“Rafe!” she screeched. “This is so undignified!”

“You’re getting a tiny injection, not a spinal tap.”

She kicked weakly. “You’re gonna stab me!”

He leaned closer, pressing a warm kiss to her lower back before gently gripping her thigh. “Baby,” he said patiently, “I stitch gunshot wounds with less whining than this.”

“I’m sensitive!”

“You’re dramatic,” he corrected, still smiling.

She buried her face deeper in the pillow, one hand reaching back to grab his wrist with a death grip. “If it hurts, I swear—“

“It won’t,” he said, already swiping the alcohol pad over her skin. “I’m the best damn doctor in this building.”

“We’re not in a building,” she snapped.

“Still counts.”

And before she could argue again, he slipped the needle in with one practiced motion. She froze.

“…Wait. Was that it?”

“That was it,” he said smugly, capping the syringe. “And you were about to fake your own death.”

“I was not.”

“You flopped like a soccer player.”

“I hate you.”

He leaned down and kissed the spot he’d just injected, then her hip, then her spine. “No, you don’t.”

“…Fine,” she muttered. “But I’m not talking to you for ten minutes.”

“Make it five,” he said, already pulling her into his lap. “And I’ll rub your back until then.”

She huffed dramatically, still pouting — but her arms went around his neck anyway.

“You’re annoying,” she mumbled.

“You’re impossible,” he murmured back, pressing a kiss to her temple.

But she didn’t fight him when he tucked her against his chest. Didn’t protest when his hands started gently rubbing her back in slow, soothing circles.

She just stayed there, warm and safe and very, very full of drama.

And he wouldn’t have her any other way.

tags: @amelialovesrafe @alyisdead @illumoria @blissfulbutterfliess @sydneysslove

[violetteshoneybee]

so, I've noticed an alarming shortage of male!Reader with Kíli, I've found very few on AO3, most of which are gender neutral, none on ff.net, and thus far couldn't find any on tumblr, if possible, I'd really love to see a slightly awkward male!reader who cooks for the company slowly courting Kíli

⊹♡⊹A Spoonful of Love⊹♡⊹

Summary: in which male!reader court Kíli with a particular present

Fluff

Word counts: 857

Note: thanks for requesting, darling! i hope you'll enjoy it. i struggled with this one tbh. it's my first time writing from a male!reader POV so i hope it's not too bad. from what i found, love spoons are a welsh tradition (i'm thinking celtic in general, as there is an allusion to it in Téir Abhaile Riu) (yes, i'm a celtic language student)

don’t forget that feedback and reblogs are the best way to show support on this website! thanks!

The summer evening breeze blew softly on the camp as the dwarves of Erebor walked around, busying themselves with building their home for the night. You enjoyed slow evenings like that. The ones where everybody is too tired from the journey to bother anyone. It was a rest. As a hobbit you often found yourself missing the calm of your home at night. You loved your comfort and your little kitchen, which was perfect for your lonely dinners. You didn’t miss that loneliness, though. You had never had many friends, preferring to learn how to cook the best fish around or make a casserole of vegetables, a ratatouille or just the perfect omelette. All those fancy words meant nothing for the dwarves – except for Bombur. But you took it upon yourself to cook for this joyful company and found that your dishes always tasted better when making them for the dwarves. Or was it all for only one dwarf?

You shook your head, dissipating this questioning. You already knew the answer, of course. After all, the dwarf prince was always the sweetest with you. Kili always made sure you were safe and comfortable in any situation. And you would lie if you were to say your heart didn’t threaten to burst out of your ribcage every time he did this.

The pleasantly warm breeze gave you confidence. You had been wanting to ask Kili to court you for the longest time but never managed to find the right moment, constantly tripping on your own words. Maybe words weren’t your forte? Maybe there was another way of making Kili understand you? And you thought about an old hobbit tradition. There was a time when lads would carve spoons in wood pieces, often with intricate designs, to show their lovers how much they cared about them. You remembered your mother showing you the one your father carved for her, and your mind was made with that. You would show your feelings to Kili through this gift.

For three days, you carved and carved. Often breaking the wood pieces and having to start again. But it didn’t bother you. You wanted your spoon to reflect exactly how you felt, and that meant taking proper time to make it perfect. You had asked Dwalin to cut a beautiful oak tree for you to use. The wood was like amber, and you couldn’t help but think of Kili’s eyes while carving. The glow it had after a few polishings was like diving into the softness of his gaze.

Kili had noticed your work. You focused on it for days, and the poor dwarf thought maybe you were bored of him and that you had found wood carving a more interesting subject of focus. But the dwarf prince couldn’t tear his eyes away from your thoughtful and focused expression while you worked the material in your hand. The way strands of hair would fall before your eyes without you noticing, or the soft biting of your lips every time you broke the wood piece. You were so handsome, and he wasn’t ashamed of thinking that. Kili had always thought what his lover might have between their leg was unimportant if the feelings were reciprocated. So, he didn’t think much of it when you caught his attention the moment he saw you. You were so different from dwarf-kinds. He had never seen such a joyful face before.

He thought about this when he was on watch at night when everybody was asleep. He was surprised, however, when he felt a hand on his shoulder on tonight’s watch. Kili looked up to meet your jewel-coloured eyes.

“Not too tired?” You asked, sitting beside him.

“Not more than usually.” He smiled at you. “Can’t sleep?” You shook your head, fidgeting with your pockets. “Is something wrong?”

You took a long, calming breath and turned to look at him.

“I’m sorry we haven’t talked in a few days.” Kili adjusted in his seat, concern splattered across his face. “But I have a good reason.” You smiled, watching Kili’s brow furrow.

“Pray tell.”

“Well, you see… There’s something I’d like to give you.”

Kili’s face relaxed as you handed him a small present wrapped in fabric. His rough fingers quickly pulled the tie holding the fabric, and he was surprised to find a spoon-like stick with heart-shaped knots on the handle. His heart skipped a bit as his fingers brushed against the careful designs.

“That’s what you were making?” He asked, lifting his head to look at your nodding figure.

“It’s a love spoon. It’s a tradition in Hobbiton.” You smiled, looking at the carved object, a crimson shade covering your face and ears. “It’s a way for someone to show their love.”

Kili smiled brightly, putting the spoon to his lips as in a religious prayer.

“I’ll cherish it forever.”

“Don’t feel like you have to.”

Kili’s lips prevented you from finishing your sentence as they crashed on yours in a soft kiss. You couldn’t help but gasp a bit at the suddenness of the prince before melting into his embrace.

“I will cherish it forever, my love.”

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[moon3verland]

Winning You Back N.RK

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳Bad boy!Nishimura Riki x Fem!Reader ✎GENRE! Angst with happy ending ✎SYNOPSIS! 〘WC:5.5k〙 『 ↳✧･ﾟ Warnings ; moderate use of profanity,Underage drinking ↳˳;; ❝ ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱʜᴇʟꜰᵕ̈೫

Riki Nishimura leaned casually against his motorcycle, the roar of the engine still reverberating in the dimly lit alleyway. The night was alive with the low rumble of laughter, the hum of conversations, and the thick smell of gasoline and burnt rubber. This was his world—the underground racing scene—a space where the rules didn’t matter and every risk was worth the reward. It was here, under the flickering streetlights and the cover of night, that he felt most alive. More Undercut

Riki’s leather jacket clung tightly to his lean frame, his tousled hair falling over his eyes with a careless elegance. His posture screamed rebellion, the way he leaned back with an easy grin, exuding a confidence that came from winning races and never looking back. The streets were his domain, his playground. Here, he didn’t have to pretend or fit into a mold. Here, he could just be.

But away from the intoxicating rush of the race tracks, his life was far from glamorous. At home, his reality was a far cry from the freedom he felt on his bike. Riki’s apartment was a tiny, cluttered mess—an explosion of takeout boxes, crumpled clothes, and motorcycle parts strewn across the floor. The walls were thin, and the hum of city life outside was a constant reminder of the life he couldn’t escape. His mother worked double shifts at a local diner, often coming home too tired to even speak, leaving Riki to fend for himself most of the time. It was a lonely existence, one that pushed him further into the arms of his motorcycle and the reckless abandon of racing.

Tonight, as he lingered in the shadows of the alley, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Pulling it out, he saw a message from Minho, his closest friend and fellow racer.

Message from Minho: “Tonight’s race is going to be wild. You in?”

A grin spread across Riki’s face. His fingers flew across the screen.

Riki: “Count me in. Let’s make it unforgettable.”

Shoving the phone back into his pocket, he took a deep breath, relishing the familiar surge of adrenaline. This was where he belonged, not in a cramped apartment with walls that felt like they were closing in on him, but here, where the night stretched out like a canvas waiting to be painted with speed and danger.

He hopped on his motorcycle, revving the engine. The crowd parted for him as he rode toward the makeshift racetrack—an abandoned strip of road lit by neon lights and surrounded by eager spectators. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of oil and asphalt mingling in a way that made his pulse race.

Minho was already waiting for him, leaning against a rusted car with a mischievous grin on his face. “Riki! Just in time,” he called out over the noise. “New challenger tonight. You ready to show them who’s boss?”

Riki nodded, his smirk widening. “Always ready.”

But just as he was about to mount his bike, his phone buzzed again. This time, it was a message from an unknown number. He glanced down, his brows furrowing slightly.

Message from Unknown: “You think you’re untouchable? Prove it. Date the student council president for a month, and you win. Fail, and you’re out of the gang.”

Riki’s smile faltered, but only for a moment. He read the message again, a slow grin spreading across his face. A bet. Not just any bet, but one that involved (Name), the picture-perfect student council president. He’d seen her around—always so put together, always so in control. She was the exact opposite of everything he represented, and that made the challenge all the more intriguing.

“Who sent this?” Riki wondered, glancing around at the faces in the crowd. He had his suspicions, but it didn’t matter. A bet was a bet, and he never backed down from a challenge.

Minho’s voice cut through his thoughts. “What’s that?” he asked, noticing the flicker of curiosity in Riki’s eyes.

Riki slipped the phone back into his pocket, his expression returning to its usual confidence. “Just something interesting,” he replied vaguely. “I think I’ll have a little fun.”

The race went on, and Riki dominated the track, his bike weaving in and out with an ease that came from years of practice. But even as he crossed the finish line, his mind was elsewhere—already plotting his next move.

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The next morning, the school was buzzing with its usual energy. Students filled the hallways, moving in every direction, clutching books and murmuring about their assignments and social plans. At the center of it all was (Name), the school’s student council president, moving with purpose and grace. She was known for her impeccable academic record, her commitment to the school, and her kind, approachable demeanor. She was a natural leader—someone who commanded respect without demanding it.

Riki watched her from a distance, leaning against the lockers with a nonchalant posture, his leather jacket still clinging to his shoulders like a second skin. He didn’t often come to school on time—if at all—but today was different. He had a new goal in mind.

He pushed himself off the lockers and sauntered over to where she stood, talking with a group of student council members. He waited until there was a lull in the conversation before making his move.

“Hey, (Name),” he greeted, his voice smooth and confident.

She turned to him, surprise flashing in her eyes for a moment. “Riki?” she replied, eyebrows raised. “What are you doing here so early?”

Riki chuckled. “Can’t a guy come to school on time once in a while without raising suspicion?”

She smiled politely, but there was a cautious edge to her gaze. “Sure, but you don’t strike me as the type to care much about school rules.”

He shrugged. “Maybe I’m trying something new. Besides, I heard you’re pretty good at keeping people in line. Thought I’d see for myself.”

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “I’m not here to keep anyone in line, just to help where I can.”

“Well,” he said, leaning in slightly, “I could use some help with something. How about we go out for coffee, and you can tell me all about what makes you tick?”

She hesitated, caught off guard by his directness. “I don’t know… I’m pretty busy with student council and everything.”

He flashed a charming smile. “Come on, it’s just coffee. What’s the harm?”

There was a beat of silence, and then she nodded, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. “Okay, fine. But just coffee.”

Riki’s grin widened. “Deal.”

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The coffee shop was bustling with activity, the low hum of chatter blending with the hiss of the espresso machine. Warm light spilled from the overhead fixtures, casting a golden hue over the worn wooden tables and mismatched chairs. The scent of freshly ground coffee beans and sweet pastries filled the air, creating a cozy atmosphere that seemed worlds away from the school halls.

Riki leaned back in his chair, eyes never leaving (Name) as she sipped her drink—a caramel macchiato with extra foam, a detail he’d noticed after just a few meetings. She was smiling, but there was a hint of something beneath it, like she was constantly measuring him, trying to figure him out. He couldn’t help but feel amused by it; most people didn’t bother trying to look past his exterior.

“So, what’s it like being the student council president?” he asked, swirling his black coffee absentmindedly. He didn't usually drink it like this—he preferred something stronger, something with more kick—but today felt different. He wanted to seem… approachable.

“It’s a lot of work,” (Name) replied, her smile warm but practiced. “But I enjoy it. I like being involved and making a difference.”

Riki raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “And you’re always this… perfect?”

(Name) laughed softly, the sound light and genuine, catching him off guard. “I wouldn’t say perfect. Just dedicated.”

He leaned in a bit closer, intrigued. “Dedicated, huh? To what, exactly?”

She paused for a moment, her eyes drifting to the window where the rain pattered softly against the glass. “To my responsibilities, to the people who trust me… to making things better, I guess.”

Riki studied her face, noting the way her brows furrowed slightly when she talked about things she cared about. He could tell she wasn’t used to talking about herself this way—she was always so composed, so… controlled.

“But what about you?” she asked, breaking his train of thought. Her eyes narrowed slightly, playful but curious. “Why do you do what you do?”

He chuckled, running a hand through his tousled hair. “You mean why do I race? Or why am I hanging out with you?”

“Both,” she shot back, surprising him with her quick retort.

He leaned back again, crossing his arms over his chest. “I race because it’s fun. It’s freedom, speed, adrenaline… you can’t understand unless you’ve been there. And as for why I’m hanging out with you…” He trailed off, letting the question hang in the air.

Her eyes flickered with a mixture of interest and suspicion. “Yeah, why are you hanging out with me?”

“Maybe I’m trying to figure out if you’re really as perfect as everyone thinks,” he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smile that spread across her lips. “Or maybe you just want to get on my good side.”

“Maybe,” he admitted, his voice softer. “Maybe I like being around you. You’re different.”

She blinked, clearly taken aback. “Different how?”

“You’re not afraid to call me out. You’re not scared of what people think, or maybe you just don’t care what I think,” he replied, his tone sincere for once. “It’s… refreshing.”

For a moment, they sat in silence, the noise of the coffee shop fading into the background. Riki found himself drawn to her in a way that felt both familiar and strange, like he’d known her for years and yet was only just beginning to understand her.

“So, what’s the real reason?” she pressed, her gaze piercing.

He hesitated, considering his words carefully. “Maybe I just like being around you,” he repeated, a small smile playing at his lips.

She blushed, looking down at her coffee. “Well, I guess I don’t mind having you around either… sometimes.”

They both laughed, the tension breaking for a moment. He felt a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the coffee.

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Over the next few weeks, they continued to meet, always at the same coffee shop, always at the same time. Their conversations flowed more easily with each passing day. They talked about everything—his racing, her responsibilities, their families, and their dreams. Riki found himself looking forward to these moments, to the way she made him feel lighter, more open.

One afternoon, after a particularly grueling day at school, (Name) arrived at the coffee shop with her hair slightly disheveled and a look of fatigue on her face. Riki noticed immediately, his playful grin fading into concern.

“Tough day?” he asked, sliding her favorite drink across the table.

She nodded, letting out a deep sigh. “You could say that. The charity ball is next week, and everything seems to be going wrong. Half the decorations haven’t arrived, the caterer canceled last minute, and I’ve got two teachers breathing down my neck about late assignments.”

Riki tilted his head, watching her with a soft expression. “Sounds like you could use a break.”

She laughed humorlessly. “A break? I wouldn’t know what to do with one.”

He leaned closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Maybe I could help with that.”

She raised an eyebrow, curious. “And how would you do that?”

“I’ve got an idea,” he said, a mysterious smile spreading across his face. “Trust me?”

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded, a small smile forming on her lips. “Alright, Riki. Surprise me.”

He stood up and offered her his hand, which she took with a bit of reluctance but also with a hint of excitement. They left the coffee shop, the rain having stopped, leaving the air crisp and fresh. Riki led her to his motorcycle, his pride and joy. She looked at it, eyes wide with a mix of awe and trepidation.

“You’re not seriously thinking I’m getting on that, are you?” she asked, crossing her arms.

He grinned, handing her a helmet. “Scared?”

She huffed, grabbing the helmet. “No, just… cautious.”

Riki laughed, a sound that made her stomach flutter. “Come on, (Name). Live a little.”

She hesitated for a second but eventually climbed on behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. The feeling of his body against hers sent a thrill through her, something she wasn’t quite prepared for. The engine roared to life, and they sped off into the city streets.

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The wind whipped around them as they drove through the city, the lights blurring into streaks of color. (Name) held on tightly, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never done anything like this before, never felt so free and alive. There was a wildness to Riki that was both terrifying and intoxicating, and for the first time, she understood why he loved racing so much.

They eventually arrived at a secluded overlook on the outskirts of the city. The view was breathtaking, the entire skyline spread out before them, twinkling like a sea of stars. Riki stopped the bike and helped her off, watching her face as she took in the sight.

“Wow,” she breathed, her eyes wide with wonder. “This is… beautiful.”

Riki smiled softly, pleased with her reaction. “I thought you might like it.”

They sat down on the hood of his bike, the city stretching out below them. The air was cool, and the only sounds were the distant hum of traffic and the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze.

(Name) turned to him, her expression thoughtful. “Why did you bring me here?”

Riki shrugged, looking out at the view. “I wanted to show you my world. A place where I feel… at peace.”

She studied his profile, the way his eyes softened as he looked at the city. “And do you feel at peace now?”

He turned to meet her gaze, his expression serious. “Yeah, I do… with you.”

Her heart skipped a beat at his words, a warm blush creeping up her neck. She looked away, flustered but pleased. “I… I’m glad.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying each other’s company. Riki felt something shift in him, a realization that he was falling for her in a way he hadn’t expected. It wasn’t just about the bet anymore; it was about her—her kindness, her strength, her ability to see through his defenses.

As the evening wore on, they talked about everything and nothing, their words flowing like a quiet river under the stars. When they finally left, Riki felt lighter, more at ease. He knew he was in deep, but for once, he didn’t mind. He just wanted to see where this would go.

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The clock struck midnight, and the world outside was quiet. Most of the town was asleep, their windows dark, curtains drawn. But (Name) lay awake in her bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to happen—something she couldn't quite put her finger on. The cool night breeze blew gently through the slightly open window, making her shiver.

Suddenly, a soft tap sounded against her window. She sat up, listening. Another tap, then another. Curiosity got the best of her, and she slipped out of bed, tiptoeing over to the window. She peeked out, and her breath caught in her throat.

Riki was standing below, a small pile of pebbles in his hand. He grinned up at her, his eyes glinting with mischief under the dim streetlights. He looked completely out of place in her neatly trimmed, suburban front yard, his leather jacket catching the moonlight.

“What are you doing?” she whispered loudly, opening the window wider.

He chuckled softly, tossing another pebble up just to tease her. “Hey, are you going to come down, or do I have to keep throwing rocks all night?”

(Name) rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips. “You’re insane, you know that?”

“Maybe,” he replied, a playful grin spreading across his face. “But you like it.”

She hesitated for a moment, glancing back at her bedroom door, then back down at him. Her heart was pounding in her chest, a mix of excitement and nerves.

“Come on,” he coaxed, “let’s go for a ride. Just you and me. I promise I’ll bring you back before dawn.”

She bit her lip, her mind racing. She knew she shouldn’t—she had a test tomorrow, and she was supposed to be setting a good example as the student council president. But there was something about the way Riki looked at her, like she was the only person in the world who mattered, that made her want to throw caution to the wind.

“Alright,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Give me a minute.”

She quickly threw on a hoodie and a pair of jeans, trying to be as quiet as possible so she wouldn’t wake her parents. Her hands were shaking with excitement as she slipped on her sneakers and crept down the stairs. She made it out the front door without a sound, her heart racing as she stepped into the cool night air.

Riki’s smile widened when he saw her, and he held out a helmet. “You ready?”

She took the helmet, her fingers brushing against his. “Yeah,” she breathed, trying to sound more confident than she felt.

He mounted his motorcycle and patted the seat behind him. “Hop on.”

She hesitated for only a second before climbing on, her arms instinctively wrapping around his waist. The moment she felt his warmth, her nerves settled. The engine roared to life, and they sped off into the night.

The town blurred past them, the wind whipping through her hair. She pressed her cheek against Riki’s back, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat against her skin. Despite the speed, she felt oddly safe with him, like she was exactly where she was meant to be.

They rode for what felt like hours, the stars above them and the road stretching out endlessly ahead. Finally, Riki slowed down, pulling off onto a secluded road that wound up a hill. At the top, he stopped the bike and turned off the engine. The silence was almost deafening after the roar of the motorcycle.

“Where are we?” she asked, climbing off the bike and taking off her helmet.

“Just a place I like to come sometimes,” he said, his voice softer than usual. “Away from everything.”

He led her to a small clearing at the top of the hill, where the town sprawled out below them, a sea of twinkling lights. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over everything.

“Wow,” she whispered, her eyes wide with wonder. “It’s beautiful.”

Riki smiled, watching her face. “Yeah, it is.”

They sat down on the grass, and for a while, neither of them said anything. The only sounds were the rustling of the leaves and the distant hum of crickets. (Name) felt a strange sense of peace wash over her, a calm she hadn’t felt in a long time.

“So,” he said finally, breaking the silence. “I’ve been thinking.”

“Oh?” she replied, glancing at him.

He nodded, his expression serious. “I like you, (Name). I know I’m not exactly your type, but… I want to be with you. For real.”

She blinked, surprised. “You’re asking me out?”

“Yeah,” he said, a bit more softly. “I’m asking you out.”

A smile broke across her face, her heart swelling with emotion. “I… I’d like that, Riki.”

He grinned, leaning in closer. “Then it’s a date.”

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The next few weeks passed in a blur of laughter, stolen kisses, and late-night phone calls. Riki and (Name) were inseparable, their worlds colliding in a way neither of them had expected. He began to show up to school more, not caring that his friends teased him about spending time with the ‘goody-two-shoes’ student council president.

(Name) felt herself falling for him more with every passing day. He wasn’t what she had expected—underneath the tough exterior was a guy who was funny, thoughtful, and surprisingly sweet. He made her feel alive in a way she hadn’t felt before, and she started to wonder how she had ever been content without him.

They spent their days together, talking about their dreams and fears, sharing secrets they hadn’t told anyone else. (Name) found herself opening up to Riki in a way she never had with anyone before. He seemed to understand her in a way no one else did.

Riki, on the other hand, was completely smitten. He found himself doing things he never thought he’d do—like turning up to school on time just to see her in the morning, or skipping a race because he knew she had a big presentation and he wanted to be there to support her. His friends started to notice the change in him, but he didn’t care. For the first time in a long time, he felt… happy.

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But secrets have a way of surfacing, especially the ones you want to keep buried.

One day, (Name) was heading to the school library when she overheard a conversation between two of Riki’s friends, Kaito and Jun. She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but their voices were loud and they didn’t notice her standing around the corner.

“So, is Riki still going through with that bet?” Kaito asked, laughing.

Jun snorted. “Yeah, man. Can’t believe he’s actually dating the student council president for it. Guess he’s really desperate for that money.”

(Name)’s heart froze. She felt the ground shift beneath her feet, her mind spinning. A bet? The words echoed in her head like a cruel joke. She felt a sick feeling in her stomach, her chest tightening with hurt and anger.

“No way,” Kaito continued. “I thought he’d back out by now. He must be going soft.”

Jun laughed. “Maybe. Or maybe he’s just playing the long game. Either way, I can’t wait to see how this plays out.”

(Name) didn’t wait to hear more. She turned on her heel and walked away as fast as she could, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. She felt like a fool—like her whole world had just crumbled around her.

Riki had asked her out because of a bet. The realization hit her like a punch to the gut. All those moments, all those words… had any of it been real?

She couldn’t stay at school any longer. She needed to get away, to think, to breathe. She rushed out of the building and started running, not caring where she was going, just needing to escape.

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Riki was at his locker when he saw (Name) run past, her face pale and her eyes red. His heart dropped instantly. Something was wrong. He slammed his locker shut and took off after her, his mind racing.

“(Name)!” he called out, his voice frantic. “Wait!”

She didn’t stop. If anything, she sped up, tears streaming down her face. She felt so stupid, so betrayed. How could she have been so naive?

“(Name), please!” Riki yelled, his footsteps echoing in the empty hallway.

She finally stopped, spinning around to face him, her expression a mix of anger and hurt. “Was it all a lie?” she demanded, her voice breaking. “Was everything between us just a joke to you?”

Riki’s eyes widened in shock. “What? No, of course not!”

“Don’t lie to me!” she shouted, her voice cracking with emotion. “I heard your friends. I know about the bet!”

Riki’s face paled. He hadn’t meant for her to find out like this—he hadn’t meant for her to find out at all. “(Name), please, let me explain—”

“No!” she interrupted, her voice trembling. “I can’t believe I trusted you. I can’t believe I… I actually fell for you.”

She turned and ran again, and this time, Riki didn’t chase her. He felt like he’d been punched in the gut, his chest tight with panic. He had to make this right, but he didn’t know how. He had genuinely fallen for her, and now he’d ruined everything.

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For the rest of the week, (Name) didn’t come to school. She didn’t answer his calls or texts, didn’t even leave her house. Riki felt helpless, every passing day a torture. He knew he’d messed up, and now he had to find a way to prove to her that what he felt was real.

He spent every day trying to think of ways to get through to her. He stood outside her house, hoping she’d come out, but she never did. He wrote letters, but they were returned unopened. His friends told him to let it go, but he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He loved her, and he was going to prove it.

Finally, he had an idea—a big one. It was risky, but he was willing to do whatever it took. He borrowed a speaker system from a friend and set it up in front of her house. It was late, almost midnight, but he didn’t care.

He picked up the microphone, his hands shaking slightly. “(Name),” he called out, his voice amplified through the speakers. “I know you’re in there. I know you’re angry, and you have every right to be. But please, just listen to me.”

There was no response, but he continued anyway.

“When I asked you out, yeah, it started as a stupid bet. But it’s not a bet anymore. It hasn’t been for a long time. I… I love you, (Name). I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, and I’m not letting you go without a fight.”

The neighbors’ lights were starting to come on, people peeking out their windows, but he didn’t care. This was for her.

“Please,” he begged, his voice breaking. “Just give me a chance to make it up to you. Let me show you that what I feel is real.”

For a moment, there was only silence. Then, slowly, the front door creaked open, and (Name) stepped out, her face tear-streaked but determined.

She looked at him, her eyes searching his face. “You really love me?”

Riki nodded, his heart pounding. “More than anything.”

There was a long pause, and then, finally, she nodded. “Okay,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “One chance. Don’t blow it.”

He grinned, relief flooding through him. “I won’t. I promise.”

And for the first time in weeks, he felt like everything might just be okay.

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From that night on, everything between Riki and (Name) was different. Their relationship, once built on a shaky foundation of deceit, was now raw and real. Riki was determined to show her that what he felt was genuine, that he was willing to do whatever it took to win back her trust.

Every morning, he was there, waiting outside her house with a smile and her favorite coffee, even if she pretended not to notice him. He walked beside her to school, carrying her books even when she insisted she didn’t need his help. Every moment, he found little ways to show he cared—leaving handwritten notes in her locker, each one more heartfelt than the last, telling her things he was too afraid to say aloud.

He didn’t give up. He didn’t falter.

(Name) tried to resist, to guard her heart. But every time she looked at him, saw the sincerity in his eyes, heard the tenderness in his voice when he spoke to her… she felt herself start to soften. She couldn’t deny the warmth spreading in her chest when he smiled at her, that familiar flutter in her stomach whenever he leaned a little too close.

One afternoon, she found him standing outside her student council meeting, waiting for her with an uncertain look in his eyes. “I know you’re busy,” he said quietly, “but can we talk? Just for a minute?”

She hesitated, but something in his expression made her relent. “Okay,” she replied, nodding. “Let’s talk.”

They walked to a quiet corner of the school, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows on the ground. He turned to her, his gaze intense but filled with vulnerability. “I’ve messed up a lot of things in my life,” he began, his voice steady, “but I don’t want to mess this up. Not with you. I’ve never felt this way before, and it scares me… but I’m not going to run from it.”

(Name) listened, her heart pounding in her chest. She had heard these kinds of confessions before, but there was something different about the way he spoke, the way his voice trembled with emotion. “Why me, Riki?” she asked softly. “Why now?”

He took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly. “Because you’re the first person who made me feel like I could be better,” he confessed. “Like I could be someone worth loving. And I don’t want to lose that… I don’t want to lose you.”

There was a long pause. She searched his eyes, looking for any trace of deceit, any sign that he was playing with her heart again. But all she saw was sincerity and fear—the fear of losing something he had only just realized he couldn’t live without.

“I’m scared too,” she admitted finally, her voice barely more than a whisper. “I’m scared of getting hurt again. But I… I want to believe you, Riki. I really do.”

A slow smile spread across his face, his eyes lighting up with hope. “Then let me prove it,” he said, his voice filled with determination. “Give me the chance to show you how much you mean to me.”

Over the next few weeks, Riki did everything he could to prove his love. He took her on surprise dates, each one more thoughtful and creative than the last—picnics under the stars, late-night rides through the city, quiet moments on the beach where they talked about their dreams and fears. He showed her parts of himself he had never shown anyone before—the parts that were scared, the parts that were broken, and the parts that loved her more than he ever thought possible.

Slowly, (Name) began to let her guard down. She saw the way he looked at her, with a mixture of awe and adoration, like she was the most important person in his world. She felt the sincerity in his actions, the way he always put her first, even when it meant sacrificing something he loved. She realized that he was trying, really trying, to be better—for her.

One evening, after a quiet dinner at a small café, Riki walked her home, their hands brushing against each other as they strolled down the street. She stopped suddenly, turning to face him. “Riki,” she said, her voice soft but firm, “I need to know… why do you love me?”

He paused, taken aback by the question, but then he smiled. “I love you because you’re strong,” he said, his voice filled with admiration. “Because you’re kind. Because you make me want to be a better person. And… because you see me. The real me. The one no one else bothers to look for.”

Her heart swelled with emotion, and she took a step closer, reaching for his hand. “I see you, Riki,” she whispered. “And… I think I’m ready to give us another chance.”

Relief and joy flooded his expression, and he pulled her into his arms, holding her tight. “I won’t let you down,” he promised, his voice thick with emotion. “I swear, I’ll spend every day proving that to you.”

And from that moment on, their love was real—built not on a bet or a lie, but on trust, forgiveness, and the promise of something more. They had found each other in the most unexpected way, but they knew, deep down, that they were meant to find each other.

They had come full circle, from strangers to friends to something more, and now, they were ready to face the world together. Whatever challenges lay ahead, they knew they would face them side by side, hand in hand, with the unbreakable bond they had forged through heartbreak, redemption, and love.

As they walked down the street, the city lights casting a warm glow around them, Riki leaned down to kiss her forehead. “I love you, (Name),” he whispered against her skin.

She smiled up at him, her eyes shining with tears of happiness. “I love you too, Riki,” she whispered back.

And for the first time in a long time, they both felt like they were exactly where they were meant to be.

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I kinda wanna post my bunches of lest headcanons cus why not:3

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