you’ve been together for two years, and yet every day with him feels like something new. despite the serious expression riki shows to the world, with you, he’s all sweetness.

“my princess,” he says softly, with that gentle voice, almost like he’s sharing a secret. his fingers glide delicately over your face as he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “are you comfortable, love?” he asks, but before you can even answer, he’s already pulling the blanket up to cover you better.

riki has an endless collection of nicknames for you. sometimes it’s “my baby,” said with a smile as he pulls you into a hug. other times it’s “my little flower,” when he hands you the coffee he insisted on making for you, even if he didn’t sleep well. and then there are those moments, when it’s just the two of you, and he rests his forehead against yours and whispers, “my everything,” as if nothing in the world matters more than that moment.

he’s also full of little gestures that make your heart melt. like the time you were cold, and he took off his own jacket without a second thought, even though he was shivering a bit after. or when he comes back from the store with a bar of your favorite chocolate, even though you didn’t ask for it.

and when he calls you like that, with that affectionate voice that feels like a hug, you can’t help but smile. “riki,” you say, cupping his face in your hands, “i’m so lucky to have you.” he blushes, like always, and looks away. but then he smiles — that smile that’s just for you.

“mine,” he replies, touching the tip of his nose to yours, “i’m the lucky one.”