you had promised him a good luck kiss before his match but no surprise, you couldn't make it to the match, his frown only deepened, he clutched his phone in his hand tightly almost smashing the device into pieces. you were playing dangerous these days, ignoring him, blanking him but not entirely on purpose.

in reality it was almost his birthday, the 9th of december just around the corner, you wanted to make the day special so you ran around town like a crazy woman, sprinting from shop to shop juggling fifty other tasks at the same time. by the time it was all over the front door swung open and in came a pouty and worn out riki. "you didn't come to the game" he grumbled plopping onto the couch. "the game" you down in realisation "riki I'm-" he stopped you with a raise of his hand.

"I'm starting to think you've lost feelings for me" he states, eyes colder than he intended.