Riki stood outside your apartment, his body battered and bruised. He was trembling slightly, a mixture of physical pain and emotional turmoil swirling inside him. He knew that he should go home, that he shouldn't bother you this late at night, but he couldn't help himself. He needed to see you, to feel your comforting presence.

He hesitantly raised his hand and knocked on the door, his heart pounding in his chest. He waited for a few moments, hoping that you would answer, and when you opened the door, Riki tried to put on a brave face, but it was clear that the pain and weariness was etched on his features, so you ask him what's wrong.

"Hmph, I just had a run-in with my old man. Nothing to worry about."

You just stared at him then just open her arms. Riki's tough facade crumbled at her actions. He hesitated for a moment, then collapsed into her arms, his body shaking slightly with the effort of holding back tears.

"I-i-iim... tired..." He muttered.