Riki was the type of guy to wear hoodies even if it was 30 degrees outside, his rough and bruised hands always styled with expensive chrome heart rings while chains dangled around his neck

it was impossible for a guy like him, someone who always got into fights, smoked cigarettes and constantly lived his live on the edge to fall in love with someone as pure and innocent as you, right?

you were the complete opposite of him, energetic, always smiling and your closet strictly consisted of cute pastel clothing

and while people didn't believe it, your girly pink dresses hung proudly next to his hoodies and leather jackets. Your makeup was scattered over his bathroom counter while hair was plastered on the shower wall. The apartment that once smelled like smoke and expensive Cologne now smelled like strawberry and vanilla

Riki never understood how he fell in love with someone who was the complete opposite of him. But no matter what people said he loved waking up to the sight of you sleeping on his bicep, or how you'd stick around and take care of his wounds with such tenderness after every fight.

he'd find himself smiling like an idiot everytime you'd send him a picture while his friends stared at him like he was going crazy.

Riki wasn't just a guy who got into fights just for the thrill of it or smoked cigarettes for fun. He was also a lovestruck idiot who despite his cold and nonchalant nature would do anything for his girlfriend