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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Paper hearts ! NSH.R

Synopsis ୨୧ In which you've kept receiving Paper hearts in your locker with little messages written on it by a Person who goes by "R". Little did you know that they're from the Japanese Transfer student who always sits in the back of your class , keeping to himself.

Contains ୨୧ Highschool!Au, Riki can't express his emotions well, Reader is imagined to be shorter than him and dressing hyperfeminine, Family issues Crying , Romance , kissing

Wc ୨୧ 4.1k

(A/n) : not proofread so there will be grammatical errors. Comments, likes and reblogs are appreciated 💗

"Another one?", you quietly mumbled under your breath — a pink heart shaped piece of paper falling out of your locker as you opened it. You crouched to pick it up , turning it around and smiling softly to yourself as you read the message.

"Remember to drink some water today , make sure to eat some good food as well. Stay healthy - R"

In the beginning , when this all started , you felt a little creeped out — yes , the messages were cute but they were also implying that this person was watching you. They could be some creepy stalker , but they could also be someone who was just genuinely too shy to talk to you , so you just kept your guard up. It's been around 5 Months since you've started to receive those paper hearts , mostly having a message written on them and sometimes they were just empty — it's something small , but it was something you grew to look forward to. But who was this Person?

With a smile tugged on your lips , you put the paper hearts into the front pocket of your bag , making sure they won't get demolished before you took your books out of the locker and closing it. A small gasp escaped your lips as you turned around , being met by a chest right in front of your face as you almost bumped into them — looking up to see a pair of cold dark eyes staring into your soul , a shiver running down your spine. "Sorry...", you mumbled slightly embarrassed , a hum coming from them as you stepped to the side and let them access to their own locker.

You eyed him with a puzzled look before shaking your head and quickly making your way to your classroom. Nishimura Riki , he was like a riddle for you — he never talked to anyone in your class , he was quiet and kept to himself , he always had that intense glare in his eyes as if he doesn't want anyone to approach him. The only people he'd talk to were Taki and Maki — Taki from your parallel class and Maki who was a year under you. You couldn't read him at all , he was just so.... mysterious and intimidating.

You quietly greeted your classmates with a smile as you stepped into your classroom ,some of your classmates already being there as you made your way to your seat in the front — the bows in your hair bouncing with each step you took followed by the sounds of the keychains on your bag jingling. Riki soon followed after you , his headphones around his neck — putting them back on without uttering a word as your classmates greeted him to which he just nodded before plopping down on his seat in the back by the window. It was like , as if he wasn't even there.

"You're not going to eat lunch with us? But we have an one hour break! You'll have enough time to study after eating something", your friend tried to persuade you , her hand resting on your arm but you shook your head with a small smile. "I'll eat plenty after school , I really need to study for this upcoming exam so I should use my free time to do so", your friend just sighed at your response , her hand sliding off your arm. "Alright... but if you do choose to eat something , you know where to find us".

The library was quiet and almost empty as you entered it , looking around a little to find a spot and you swore you saw a familiar tuff of hair in the corner — black hair that appeared blue when the sun shone down on it , but you quickly shook your head, why would Riki be in here? He never really studied for the exams yet always aced them without much effort. You went to your signature spot and immediately started to study for the upcoming exam , being so focused that you failed to notice a pair of eyes watching you.

His eyes were intensively staring at you , his hand lifting the manga he was reading a little more up to make it seem like he was reading when he was actually busy staring at you. He felt like a creep , but you were just so pretty in his eyes , like a piece of art that pulled him into a trance. A small smile tugged on the corners of his lips as he watched the way your eyebrows furrowed , chewing on your pen as you tried to study all by yourself — that smile turned into a sad one , you always worked so hard , too hard. He wished he had he courage to approach you , but it always felt like as if he was losing the ability to speak or form proper sentences whenever you stood in front of him , just like this morning. A small sigh left his lips , pondering about what to do before he reached into his bag , a pink piece of paper in his hand — tearing it into a heart shape before he got his pen out and started to write something down.

He looked up one last time , making sure you weren't seeing him before he quickly disappeared into the hallways. His feet carried him to the snack machine with long struts , looking at all the different snacks to see what you might like and praying that he made the right pick — pressing the number and inserting coins into the coin slot , bending down to reach into the compartment and taking out the bar of chocolate. He would have done his usual routine , walking to the lockers , pretend to be on his own locker that was conveniently right above yours and secretly slipping the paper heart into your locker — but since the chocolate bar was too big for the slot , he opted to putting the note with the chocolate bar on your desk. Luckily , no one was in the classroom so no one will ever find out that it was him — quickly walking out of the classroom and going to look for his friends.

"Hm? Another one?", you mumbled as you saw the familiar paper heart on your desk, this time , with a chocolate bar — just what you needed. You gently picked up the note , your heart swelling as you read the message.

"I don't want to see you skipping lunch again , it's important to eat. Please stay healthy and also make sure to drink enough today :( - R"

Your curiosity only grew as you wanted to know who this person was , a small smile growing on your face as you sat down and unpacked the chocolate bar , letting the sweet treat melt on your taste buds as you chewed on it. Unbeknownst to you, Riki was looking at you through the open door as he walked past the classroom with Taki and Maki , a faint smile visible on his face.

You shivered as you sat on the swing on the empty playground, the moon shining down on you in the cold night — cursing to yourself for not bringing a jacket with you. Another fight with your parents and obviously , it was school related , like always — your parents only seemed to care about your grades , nothing else. Not knowing what to do after the fight , you just escaped even though you knew that you'd get another earful for going out late at night , but you didn't care as long as you got a little bit of freedom.

Your eyes were just looking ahead of you, spacing out as you enjoyed the night — until someone appeared in front of you , waving their hand in front of your face. You quickly snapped out of it , your eyes trailing up until you were met with their face , Riki? The two of you stared at each other until Riki awkwardly cleared his throat , looking to the side to find anything he could look at while his hands were nonchalantly tugged in his pockets. "So uhm.... what are you doing here at this time?", Riki mumbled , his voice so quiet that you almost didn't hear him. "Just enjoying the night..", you replied with a small smile , this was the first time he was actually talking with you. "Doesn't seem like that , something is bothering you", his reply surprised you , were you that obvious? The sand underneath Riki's feet made faint sounds as he walked over to the other swing , sitting down on it with his feet on the sand while yours were dangling a little above it.

"Why are you even out so late? It's almost 11pm", your voice was soft as you asked him, titling your head a little to look at him while your hands were holding onto the cold chains of the swing. "I got hungry and wanted a little snack , but don't switch topics", Riki replied , shaking the pocket of his jacket a little and you could hear the sound of plastic rustling. His eyes were intensively staring at you , sending shivers down your spine as they were almost piercing through you. "It's nothing much , really. My parents just bothered me again because of my grades", you gaze was fixated down to the sand , mindlessly leaning your foot down and drawing little patterns in the sand. "Your grades? But they're literally just straight A's ? Is that why you're always studying during lunch break?", he knew? You looked back up to him with a puzzled expression , his face emotionless until he realized his slip up and coughed a little. "Well I mean, I never see you during lunch break so I just guessed..", his voice trailed off a little , his gaze moving away from yours.

"But seriously , your grades are practically perfect", upon hearing his reply , you just sighed and shook your head. "Apparently not good enough", you could hear him muttering "ridiculous" under his breath , the sound of a plastic bag being opened rang in your ears , said plastic bag being held out to you with a small shake. "Want some?"

"Sure , thank you"

Ever since then , Riki started to talk more with you ,sometimes even keeping you company while you were studying during lunch break since in his words "it must be lonely to study all alone while everyone is eating". You've learned to realize that Riki wasn't like you thought , he just couldn't express himself well — he wasn't cold or emotionless , he liked to keep to himself because of shit that happened back when he was younger and blindly trusting people , he liked to play basketball and soccer , he held a strong affection towards cats and liked to microwave his strawberries. He was strange but in an endearing way.

"Don't you think that you've studied enough? You need to eat at least something", Riki asked as he had his chopsticks in his mouth , nudging his head a little towards your text book, sitting across from you. "It's fine , I'm not really hu—", as if on cue , your stomach grumbled making the two of you stare at each other in silence until he let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head a little as he slid his bento box in the middle. He picked up a small rice ball with his chopsticks , his other hand cupped underneath in case the rice ball would slip between the two sticks and drop down as he guided it towards you. "Open your mouth", he mumbled , the rice ball right in front of your mouth , your lips parting as you leaned your head a little forward and took the rice ball into your mouth — and god did it taste good.

"My mom makes the best food", he grinned slightly , watching as you did your little happy dance while eating the ball of rice while humming to yourself. "It really does taste good ..", You replied , your eyes gazing at this bento box, seeing him moving the bento box closer to you and holding his chopsticks out. "Have the rest of it , I don't really eat much", you gave him a bright smile followed by a small thank you , grabbing his chopsticks and digging into bento box. He watched you a little , his chin resting on the palm of his face before he looked away , a small blush spreading through his cheeks — you looked so adorable doing your little happy dance while eating and you ate from his chopsticks, his chopsticks that he previously had in his mouth making it an indirect kiss. An indirect kiss... Riki smiled a little to himself , internally kicking his feet and twirling his hair.

"Tell your mom that she's a good cook , I'm so full now", you patted your belly a little , your belly now filled and happy with the delicious food Riki let you eat — a small chuckled coming from Riki as he nodded and hummed before the bell rang. "Let's go", Riki nudged his head a little , signaling for you to grab your stuff as he stood up.

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"Wait , I need to go to my locker", Riki stopped in his tracks , turning his body a little to watch as you opened your lockers , his heart fluttering when he saw the smile spreading on your face as you spotted the note he left while he was gone "using the toilet" but he was actually writing and slipping another note in your locker — where his notes really making you that happy?

"I'm proud of you..", you muttered under your breath as you read the note , your heart getting warmer — if only your parents would say the same to you. You quickly slipped the note into your pocket to keep it secure , putting your text books into the locker before the two of you went back to class.

Your hands were shaking as you received your test back , your parents are going to be so mad at you. You felt the tears starting to well up in your eyes , sure , a C+ was a dream for others but for you , it would mean hell. Riki observed you from the back , his eyebrows a little furrowed in worry as he saw the way your hands were shaking and how you put the piece of paper on your table in a defeated way. He could see the fat "C+" written on your paper , wasn't that good? But from what you told him , your parents were really strict when it came to academics, but he didn't know that they were so strict that it left you trembling like that.

How he wished he could just hug you , but he didn't had the courage to do so. The teacher momentarily left the classroom to copy something , she'd be back in 15 minutes considering the printer was all the way on the other side — his feet carrying him over to you. His hand came in contact with your shoulder , hesitantly rubbing your shoulder gently as he crouched down next to your seat so he could see your face. Your hair was covering your face a little , his hand moving without thinking as he tucked the strands of hair behind your ear. "Please don't cry.. it's going to be okay", Riki mumbled , your eyes widening a little as his thumb rubbed against your cheek, wiping away the tears that started to roll down your cheek without you realizing. "They're going to be so mad..", you whispered , closing your eyes to stop yourself from crying while Riki gently wiped your tears away. "Do you.. want to go to my place after school? So you can be a little distracted ..?", Riki offered , your breath hitching a little by his offer. Honestly , it sounded nice but your parents might get even more mad if you don't go back home after school immediately.

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"Do you think they'll buy the lie?", You asked with a small sigh , feeling bad about lying to your parents but you really needed that distraction before all hell would break down on you — lying to your parents that you'd be going to the library to study more. "Of course they will , don't worry too much", Riki replied , glancing down at you , his arm bend back over his shoulder ,the strap of his bag hanging off his hand as his bag occasionally bumped against his back. His house wasn't far from the school , already reaching his home after 10 minutes — this was the first time you'd be at his place or even hanging out after school , realizing that his house was right across the playground.

He unlocked the door and held it open for you , stepping in after you and taking his shoes off as he loudly talked in his mother tongue — right , you forgot that he was Japanese. You followed after him and greeted his mother who was sitting on the couch with two other girls , greeting them as well with a shy smile before following Riki to his room. His room was surprisingly clean , there were a couple skateboards hung on his white wall, some posters off basketball players hanging on his wall , his bed was right by the window and pretty huge. He also had a gaming pc on his desk , a couch in front of the end of his bed and a TV hanging on his wall.

"Feel free to sit wherever you want", Riki said as he saw you looking around his room , seemingly looking calm but he felt like as if his heart was about to burst right out of his chest. "Okay..", you set your bag down and moved to sit on his bed , jumping a little as something popped up from the couch , a dog? The dog was curiously looking at you , it's tail wagging behind it as it was standing up on the couch with its front paws on the edge of it. "Ah , there you are Bisco", Riki walked over to the couch , picking Bisco up and setting the small dog down on the bed. The dog sniffed you a little before licking your hand which made you giggle. "Is it a girl or a boy?", You asked with a soft smile on your face as you gently pat the dog , looking up to see Riki just staring with a puzzled look. "ehh yeaaah let me ask my mom real quick", his reply made you giggle , he didn't know what gender his dog was? "I think a girl.... or a boy? Or was Bisco a girl..?", Riki mumbled a little before shaking his head. "Doesn't matter , Bisco is Bisco".

The next hours went by so quickly that it felt like as if only 10 minutes passed by the time it was 7pm, you wished you could stop the time. You didn't want to go back home yet but you knew that you needed. "You know ... you can call me if anything happens , i'm here for you", Riki said as he looked down to you , running a hand through his hair as stood by the door to his goodbyes to you. "I know , thank you. Also , thank you for inviting me over and distracting me", you smiled at him , your smile so pretty to him that he was almost swept away , mumbling a quiet "No problem".

His eyebrow twitched as he glared at the front , his glare so piercing that it could kill. "What the actual fuck" was what Riki thought as he watched that Ricky dude talking to you , pretending that he was the one slipping the heart shaped notes into your locker. What a scam. If he could , he would just go over to you and tell you that it was him and not Ricky — but he couldn't , he didn't had the courage to. Why was he such a wimp? He grumbled to himself a little , finally having enough when he saw that Ricky was about to your arm as he walked over to you. "Sorry , gotta steal her for second", Riki grumbled , taking your hand and dragging you away from Ricky. "Is something wrong?", You asked Riki , he never acted like that , worried that you did something wrong.

"It's nothing , I just feel icky with him around you. He's bad news", You titled your head a little at his reasoning , shaking your head with a small giggle. "Don't be silly , he was the one writing those sweet notes to me. He can't be bad news", Riki let out a harsh sigh , feeling a little frustrated. "No , he's not the one. I saw who put the notes in your locker and it certainly was not Ricky". "What? Then why have you never told me?". "Because they want to keep their identity hidden until they're ready to reveal themself to you", you nodded at his words a little , glancing back to Ricky with an unsure look. Why would he lie to you like that?

"Alright , thanks for telling me", you looked up to him , a small smile on your face before you froze slightly — Riki stepped closer to you , his hands reaching to your head as he fixed your ribbons. "Your Ribbons were getting loose".

.

Riki finally made his mind up , he clearly was having some competition with this guy — he decided to put his big boy pants on and finally reveal himself and confess to you. He quickly reached into his bag , tearing another pink note into a heart shape and quickly writing something down before secretly slipping it into your locker as he was pretending to do something on his own.

His heart was pounding as he did that , he just hoped that you would come.

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"Meet me by the cherry blossom tree after school :) - R"

Was it finally happening ? Where you finally going to meet the person behind all the notes? Your heart was pounding with anticipation as you got closer to the cherry blossom tree , trying to see if anyone was there yet. Pink petals of the cherry blossom tree were dancing around in the air as you finally reached it , looking around to see if anyone was coming until a hand touched your shoulder. Before you could turn around , they covered your eyes. "You came..", his voice was deep and familiar , your breath hitching slightly — was this Riki..?

It has to be Riki , no one else you knew had a voice that deep and wore the same cologne that was lingering in the air but before you could utter anther word, he shushed you. "I'm sorry for keeping this from you.. I'm not the best at expressing myself. (Y/n), i fell in love with you. You always seemed so intimidated by me so I was afraid that I'd scare you off if I had approached you just like that ; so I started to leave notes in your locker. Every compliment , every reminder , everything i've said , I mean them. Word for word. I'm sorry that I didn't had the courage to straight up tell you , I was scared that I'd fumble with my words and mess everything up", he slowly removed his hand from your eyes , letting you turn around.

Your heart was pounding as you looked up to him , your cheeks getting warmer as you saw the soft flush spreading through his cheeks, his eyes lovingly gazing down to you. "Do you mean it? What pushed you to suddenly reveal yourself to me now?", your voice was soft as you spoke , almost as soft as the soft pink petals from the cherry blossom tree. "I mean it , everything. That Ricky guy... something in me snapped when he pretended like as if he was the one behind all the notes. I guess that was the push that I needed , I was afraid that he would take you from me without giving me a chance to at least confess to you".

"You're so silly. Even if it would've been Ricky , I would've still chosen you. I'm saying that I feel the same , ever since we've been getting closer , I've realized that I was starting to fall for you as well", a soft smile grazed your lips , your words shooting cupid arrows right into his heart with the way it fluttered . "Can I ... kiss you?", his question was slightly hesitant , unsure if he was going too fast or not but he couldn't help himself , relief washing over him when you nodded.

His fingers found their way to your chin , gently titling your head up as he stepped closer and leaned his head down — your hands holding onto his arms to keep yourself balanced as sparks exploded in your belly. His lips were so soft and gentle , kissing you so softly that it was almost featherlight. Your lips were still tingling as he pulled away , his lips a little glossy from your strawberry lip gloss.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, I will never stop leaving those notes in your locker"

BEST FRIEND RIKI TEXTS

synopsis: riki and you have been best friends for as long as you can remember, but he may not feel the same way

warnings: cursing, kys jokes, riki a bit mean, chaemin mentioned, mentions of kissing, idk anth else errr

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𝜗𝜚 ༘⋆ ⋆˙pairing. boyfriend! nishimura riki x fem! reader. synopsis. after spending hours on getting ready for a date and riki then cancelling, you weren’t going to forgive him quite easily! genre. angst ,, fluff. wc. 1280. 𝐥u𝐧a notes ⋆.˚ how i love riki!! schools done for a week omggg. <3 🫧 — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂

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YOU SAT IN THE CHATTER FILLED CLASSROOM, staring blankly at the board while your thoughts were churned with a mix of anger and frustration.

yesterday was supposed to be a special day. you had planned a cute date with riki, one you had been looking forward to the entire week.

you had spent hours getting ready, picking out the perfect outfit, curling your hair, and even doing a special make up look!

but just as you were about to leave, your phone buzzed with a message from your boyfriend,

"sorry, something came up baby :( , i can't make it today."

the disappointment had been like a punch to the gut. you tried to brush it off, and telling yourself that things happen, but it still angered you.

today, in class, you could feel the weight of that disappointment hanging over you. you had avoided riki all morning, not trusting yourself to keep your emotions in check.

when the door to the classroom swung open and riki walked in, you rolled your eyes, not being able to keep your pettiness inside of you.

he looked around, his eyes searching for you. when he finally spotted you, he gave you a small, shy and hesitant smile. you averted your gaze over to your notebook, pretending to be caught up in your notes.

he approached your desk, his usual playful and loud demeanour replaced with an unfamiliar one.

"hey, baby.." he said softly, taking a seat beside you. "can we talk? we haven’t spoken all day and it’s already last block…"

you nodded, keeping your eyes fixed on your notebook. "what is it, riki?"

his eye twitched as he grimaced at the use of his name, a look of hurt flashing across his face.

"i... i wanted to apologize for yesterday. i know i disappointed you, and i'm really, really sorry. something unexpected came up, but it’s no excuse. i should have told you sooner but it slipped my mind."

you took a deep, shaky breath, trying to keep your voice steady. "it's not just about yesterday, riki. it's about you not considering my feelings. i spent hours getting ready for you, and you cancelled last minute. it really hurt, and you didn’t even bother explain why."

riki reached out to take your hand in his, but you pulled away huffing. he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "i know, angel, and i feel terrible about it, i’ll punch myself if you want me to! i want to make it up to you. please, just forgive give me and give me a chance."

you finally looked at him, giggling at the use of his words, as your eyes meet his. there was genuine remorse and sincerity in his expression, and it tugged at your heart, feeling warm.

"how do you plan to do that, mmh?"

he brightened slightly, his eyes lighting up with a spark of hope, and it made you feel even warmer, how could he even have this pull over you when you’re mad? you thought.

"i have something planned for after school. it's a surprise, but i promise it'll be special. please, just come with me?"

you hesitated, the lingering feelings of wanting revenge still fresh in your mind. but the dedication in his voice and the way he looked at you like you were the only person in the world made it very very hard to stay mad.

"okay," you said finally, breaking the silence. "i'll give you a chance, i guess.”

riki's face broke into a relieved smile. "thank you. i promise you won't regret it."

the rest of the class passed in a blur. you were curious about what riki had planned, but you kept your guard up, not wanting to let your hopes get too high. when the final bell rang, riki was at your side in an instant, his excitement radiating off of him.

"ready?" he asked, his eyes shining as he looked into yours.

you nodded, allowing him to take your hand this time. he led you out of the school and towards the park nearby.

as you walked hand in hand, he kept glancing at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. when you reached the park, you saw a blanket spread out under a large tree, a picnic basket in the center, with a bow wrapped around a teddy bear.

"i know it's not much," riki said, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "but i wanted to do something special for you."

you looked at the picnic setup, your heart melting at the effort he had put into it. "riki, this is absolutely perfect."

his face lit up with joy. "really? i'm glad you like it, only the best for my princess."

he led you to the blanket and helped you sit down. the basket was filled with your favorite snacks and drinks, and there was even a small bouquet of flowers. as you started to eat, riki kept glancing at you, a nervous look in his eyes.

"are you still mad at me?" he asked quietly, almost whispering as he awaited your response.

you took a deep breath, feeling the last of your anger melting away. "no, i'm not mad anymore, riki. but you have to understand how much it hurt when you cancelled last minute."

"i do," he said honestly. "and i promise i'll do better. you're important to me, and i don't want to make you feel like that ever again, i love you."

you smiled softly, feeling the sincerity in his words. "thank you, riki.. i love you too.”

you said whispering as you caressed his face in adoration, your heart bursting with love.

he beamed, leaning closer to you. "does this mean i can hear you call me baby again? i really missed hearing you say it."

you gigged, the sound light and genuine, riki smiling at the sound he had oh so loved. "i don’t know if you've earned it..." teasing riki.

riki's eyebrows furrowed as he nudged at your arm. "please, say it. just once."

you rolled your eyes playfully but couldn't help the smile that spread across your face. "okay, baby."

he let out a sigh of relief, his shoulders finally relaxing from the stress in his body. "you have no idea how much better that makes me feel."

the rest of the afternoon was spent with laughter and lighthearted talks. riki kept finding ways to make you smile, his usual playful self making a full return. as the sun began to set, casting a beautiful sunset over the park, he reached out to take your hand again.

"i'm really sorry for messing up," he said quietly. "i know i can be a bit of an idiot sometimes, but i really do care about you."

you squeezed his hand, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "i know you do. just... don't forget our dates again, okay?"

he nodded vigorously. "never again. i promise."

“good” you replied, finally taking his face in your hands, kissing him softly.

you giggled into the kiss as you felt riki grinning as he let out a content sigh.

as you both sat there, two souls intertwined in love, watching the sunset with riki by your side, you felt peace settle over you.

the anger from yesterday had faded, replaced by the warmth of his love. you leaned your head on his shoulder, feeling his arm wrap around you in a comforting embrace.

"i love you, baby," he whispered, his voice filled with love.

you smiled, feeling your heart swell with happiness. "i love you so much, riki."

and in that moment, everything felt right.

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YOU HAVE KNOWN NISHIMURA RIKI FOR AS LONG AS YOU COULD POSSIBLY REMEMBER.

from building sandcastles in the park to having sleepovers every weekend, your childhood was a tapestry of memories knit together with laughter, trust, the two of you were basically bonded for life.

it felt only natural when the both of you had realized the feelings of friendship had evolved into something deeper.

the transition from friends to lovers had been seamless and easy — or so you thought.

the first few weeks of dating were like your dreams come true.

every touch felt electric, every glance filled with unspoken words, you felt like the princesses you read about in your fairytale books and riki was your prince charming. — more under cut !

but recently, riki's behavior had changed.

he slowly became more disconnected with you, distant. his once bright eyes now clouded with something you couldn't quite put your finger on.

the texts that once buzzed your phone constantly had disappeared into thin air, and riki’s his usual warmth and radiant energy was replaced with a chilly indifference.

the anxiousness gnawed at you, each passing day a reminder of the growing distance between you two.

you replayed every interaction in your mind, searching for a clue, a reason for his changed behaviour.

one evening, as you laid on your bed, deep in your thoughts as you stared at the ceiling, you made a decision. you needed answers.

the next day, you met riki at your usual spot, a quiet park bench tucked away from the loud streets and protected from the world.

he arrived, hands shoved deep into his pockets, eyes avoiding yours. the sight of him, so close yet so far, made your heart even more jittery.

"riki, i think we need to talk," you said, voice trembling slightly with nervousness.

he looked at you then, surprise flickering across his face before he quickly masked it with that same look that was irking you for a while.

"sure, what’s up?"

taking a deep breath, you steadied yourself.

"do you...do you have romantic feelings for me still? it’s okay if not… i don’t want to force you to stay in a relationship you don’t want."

his reaction was immediate and telling. his eyes widened, and a flush crept up his neck to his cheeks. he stuttered, mouth opening and closing as if he was searching for the right words.

"w-what? y/n, why would you even ask that?"

"i don’t know riki, maybe because you've been acting so distant!"

you replied, voice cracking with all your masked emotions building up over the past few weeks.

"it's like you're not even here with me anymore, i miss my old riki."

riki's eyes wandered around, looking at everything but you, panic evident in his gaze.

he ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit you knew all too well.

"i... i didn't mean to make you feel that way."

"then why? why are you pulling away from me?" you pleaded, tears of anger pooling up in your glossy eyes.

before you could process what was happening, riki closed the distance between you in one swift motion.

his hands cupped your face, and his lips crashed onto yours with an urgency that took your breath away.

the kiss was filled with intense, unspoken words filled with a desperate need that left you dizzy.

when he finally pulled back, you were left gasping for air, absolutely speechless and your heart pounding in your chest.

"does that answer your question?" he whispered, eyes wide with vulnerability.

you blinked, still reeling from the kiss.

"riki, i—"

but before you could finish, he stepped back, the flush on his cheeks deepening, his ears and neck turning the same shade.

"i-i have to go," he stammered, turning on his heel and practically running away from you.

you stood there, stunned and breathless, watching him retreat as you held back a giggle threatening to spill out.

the kiss had been passionate, over pouring with love but also overwhelming, it left you with more questions than answers.

why was love so hard for riki-kun?

© won4kiss 2024

tl open <3 @luvlyhee @sjyunnsworld @suneng @pnghoon @laylasbunbunny @shawnyle @privareum @briefsaladfun

Also, if some of my tall girl followers could help me. What's your main insecurity as a taller girly. (Even though y'all are gorgeous and shouldn't have any) I'm gonna glorify your insecurities in this tall y/n x riki fic.

THE PREMONITION OF LOVE ⸺ RIKI NISHIMURA

genres! fluff, implied enemies to lovers, soul mate au, bad boy x good girl, high school au

word count! 2323

warnings! minor profanity, mention of underwear but nothing weird I promise

synopsis! in which you once again find yourself in detention with the school’s most notorious bad boy and things soon take a turn for the worst… or maybe not

link! pt. 1 (koi no yokan)

author’s note! I rewrote this a couple times and I’m pretty satisfied with this version so I hope the ppl who asked for pt. 2 aren’t disappointed 😭🙏🏽

“I can’t believe I’m in trouble again because of you,” you fumed, harshly sweeping the broom across the hardwood floor of the classroom, minuscules of dust particles flying into the dustpan as Niki held it in place for you.

The rangy boy rotates his eyes at your dramatics, “Don’t blame me for your violent tendencies, you lowlife criminal.”

You halt your actions upon hearing his choice of words; the same insult you used against him a few weeks ago in this very room, since then the boy had been relentlessly teasing you throughout the days, eventually sending you into a fit of rage, causing you to hurl a newly sharpened pencil his way, but of course, the agile troublemaker was able to swiftly dodge your attack, ultimately leading to the yellow-coated stick of graphite to strike another student.

You weren’t sure of Niki’s reason for being here but due to his reputation of being a devil-child, you weren’t surprised to see him serving after-school detention.

Your eye twitched in irritation at his smug expression, clearly proud of himself for always being able to get a reaction out of you, he seemed to find solace in getting under your skin.

You kiss your teeth in annoyance before going back to cleaning just as the principal had ordered, “Whatever. Let’s just get through this detention and never speak to each other again.”

Niki smirks at your proposition, finding it bodacious how you habitually attempted to boss him around despite his notorious reputation for being formidable, it’s what made you incontrovertibly interesting, why he was so drawn to you despite the fact you were two worlds apart.

He knows he shouldn’t, people like you and him don’t associate with each other, but he can’t help himself, it’s as though a cosmic force lives inside you and it’s pulling him in against his will—albeit he doesn’t particularly find himself resisting in the first place.

“No thanks, I’m good,” he simpered, looking pleased with himself.

His artificial smile leaves you breathing fire as you drop the broomstick with a huff, narrowed eyes glowing with malevolence, “And why not?”

“Hmm…” Niki furrows his eyebrows comically, eyes darting around the room while pursing his lips, pretending to ponder your question before responding, “Because I don’t want to.”

“Besides you should be glad I’m here to help, Miss President,” he continues, “this is a pretty big classroom. How is your little self supposed to take on this big mess all by yourself?”

“And what about these desks?” He walks over to one of the desks, gliding his slender fingers over the wooden surface before gripping the sides. “Won’t you need a big strong man to carry them for you?” He continues his condescending act with a sneer.

In one swift movement, the bottom of your shoe meets the edge of the desk in a vigorous kick, the piece of furniture slamming into his knees, causing the boy to hunch over in pain, hands rubbing them to soothe the twinge.

“Don’t patronize me, Nishimura,” you seethe.

He glares at you in return, regaining his composure. “Do you always have to be so stuck up?”

“Watch your mouth.”

“You first,” he shoots back.

The animosity in the room thickens with each passing second you and Niki shoot daggers into each other's eyes, neither of you willing to let up.

Until you hear a faint click of the door, a sudden sense of impending doom settles in your gut, and Niki seems to share the same intuition as your eyes widen, both of you frantically rushing towards the door.

You reach for the knob and it’s just as you dreaded; it’s jammed, the elderly janitor on the other side is oblivious to the muffled banging and shouting behind the door, happily whistling along to “Secret Garden” by IU as he continues to prance his way down the halls.

“Hey! We’re still in here!”

“Open the fucking door, you prick!”

As unlikely as it seemed—maybe not that unlikely, it was you who made the latter statement causing Niki to raise an eyebrow at you with a tilt of his head, “I thought I was supposed to be the bad one here.”

“Shut up, Nishimura,” you grumble, kicking his shin, but Niki won't take that from you a second time.

He takes advantage of his strength to grab your wrists, pinning them against the wall on either side of your head, and even in his angry outburst he reminds himself he's still a man, careful not to use his full vigor on you, after all his goal wasn't to scare you, but to assert his dominance.

“Are you done?” he interrogates, his usual mischievous and playful aura now replaced with sternness.

You attempt to break free from his restricting hands before giving in to the thought of having to answer to him but it was of no avail, his grasp like iron.

“Answer me,” he demands, jaw clenching at your silence.

You roll your eyes still not meeting his harsh gaze, “Yes, now can you let me go?”

Niki might have granted your wish had you asked politely, but it was clear he wasn't satisfied with your tone of voice, his hold on your wrists staying firm, and he decided to command something he knew you'd hate, “Say please.”

You scoff as you finally meet his eyes, opening your mouth to retort but the grim expression on his face makes you decide otherwise, You swallow your pride and it feels like acid down your throat, “Please.”

And just like that, he’s back to his usual abysmal self, a smug smirk plastered on his peachy-pink lips whilst he realises you, petting your head as a form of damage control which surprisingly seemed to work because you make no move to swat his hand away, although you still curse him under your breath.

Almost an hour passed with occasional bickering from you and Niki as you continued cleaning the classroom followed by small gaps of comfortable silence until you finally completed the task, allowing yourselves to rest.

You don’t comment on the fact he chooses to sit right behind you once again, assuming he’s only doing it to annoy you.

“I wonder what time it is, it looks like it’s getting kinda late.” You say, gazing out the window at the dusk sky, the sun beginning to set below the horizon painting the vast atmosphere in a calming blue fading into a deep golden decorated with white clouds.

“Just go to sleep, they’ll find us in the morning,” he remarks, before using his forearms as a cushion for putting his head down on the desk.

You nod in agreement, chin resting in the palm of your hand, eyelids heavy as you feel yourself drifting off into dreamland.

Wait.

Your eyes widen in realization, quickly whipping around to face the sleeping boy, roughly grabbing onto his arm and jolting him awake, “It’s Friday!”

The irritated scowl on his face dissipates at your initial action when he registers your words, his expression now mocking your own, “Oh shit.”

You cross your arms over your chest, tapping a foot impatiently, “Geez, Nishimura. What happened to your tough-guy act earlier? You can’t even open a goddam window.”

For the past ten minutes, the poor boy had been struggling to open the classroom window and your nagging certainly wasn’t helping his frustrated state, he ceased his movements with a heavy sigh, eyeing you from his peripheral vision, “Should we use your head instead? I bet it’s as hard as a rock, we could bust this thing open in no time,” he responds, tapping the knuckle of his middle finger against the cold glass.

You refrain from smacking the back of his head, “Just get out of my way, you imbecile.” You retort, shoving him backward with your shoulder as you step forward, upon further inspection of the framed translucent aperture you find an aluminum screw lock, with a roll of your eyes you twist it, removing the small object from the tracks and opening the window.

You turn back to the boy standing behind you, knee slightly bent as a hand rests on your hip, a proud smirk donning your lips, “Shouldn't you show me a little gratitude, Nishimura?”

Niki remained poker-faced, grumbling out a “Thanks” and stepped onto the window sill in a crouched position, jumping off in a fleet-footed method.

“Holy shit,” you lean your upper body out the window, palms resting on the sill, checking if the gremlin was still alive after his reckless act.

You breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of him staring up at the window, “What are you? An old lady? Hurry up.”

You zeroed in on the height with a thick gulp, a sensation of vertigo beginning to linger and it only grows more intense the longer you look down, “It's fine, don't wait for me.”

Niki sighed and gestured up at the pale moon contrasting the navy blue sky, “It's dark out. I can't let you walk home by yourself, it's not safe.”

If it wasn't for your loss of equilibrium, you might have been appreciative of his solicitude, howbeit in this predicament you can't seem to focus on anything else.

He stays silent for a moment, taking in your expression, and then it dawns on him, you have a fear of heights.

Instead of teasing you like you fully expected he would, he opts for a more sympathetic approach, “Just look at me, ok? Don't focus on what’s scaring you.”

You scoff, “I'm not scared, what the hell are you talking about? I'm just waiting for you to move out of my way.”

The boy sighs in vexation at your stubbornness, doing his best to maintain his benevolent tactic, “I’ll catch you, just jump and I'll handle the rest.”

You bite at your bottom lip, an obvious sign of your timorous feelings, and Niki implores you further, “Look, I know we aren't exactly the nicest to each other but that doesn't mean I'm out to hurt you.”

Your eyes surveyed him, having an internal battle with yourself about whether you should have faith in the brown-haired boy or not.

“It's ok, you can trust me,” he coaxed.

“Fine.” You huff, stepping on the window sill in a crouched position. “Just don't look under my skirt.”

Niki only responds with a shrug which slightly concerns you but you decide to ignore it for the time being, you take a deep breath, scanning the distance between you and the ground once more.

“Hey, what'd I say?” He reminds you gently, “only look at me.”

And you do, forcing your eyes away from the patterned concrete and only keeping your sights on him, you let yourself fall, your body feeling weightless in mid-air as you wait for his arms to catch you, and they do.

His arms circle tightly around your midriff, and your arms wrap around his neck in return, the tips of your shoes just barely hovering above the ground, his foot slightly lifting causing him to stumble backward a bit but thankfully he's able to balance himself, adrenaline coursing through both your veins as you let out chuckles of relief, gaping at each other.

Your breathing evens after a couple of seconds but Niki still hasn't let you out of his embrace, the novelty of the situation creating a stark contrast to your usual deep-seated aversion towards each other with the way your gazes soften subsequent to your eyes locking.

He'd never looked at you like this before and you aforementioned him, this tension was different, even from the tensity a few weeks ago when you landed right on top of him, you fixated on the windows to his soul, their deep brown seemed more balmy now, like a cool summer night when the weather wasn't too hot and not too cold, just pleasantly warm.

You suddenly thought of a phrase your grandmother would often say, mostly when talking about how she met your grandfather; koi no yokan.

“What’s that?” your eight-year-old self asked, eyes gleaming in curiosity.

Her lips curl in a tender smile, “It's the premonition of love. You'll feel it one day when you meet your soulmate, you won't love them right away but something in your heart will tell you that’s the person you're supposed to love for the rest of your life.”

You snap out of your reverie when Niki sets you down, patting your shoulder, “Next time I'll have to push you out.”

You roughly place your hand on his shoulder as a counter, “I’ll take you down with me, Nishimura.”

He chuckles and ruffles your hair, “Whatever, nerd. Let's go, I still gotta get you home safe.”

“And I gotta make sure you can read the street signs,” you quip as you begin walking alongside him.

Niki gives you a light shove on the shoulder which you return, and he shoves you again only this time the pad of his index finger meets your forehead causing you to nearly fall over but he's quick to clutch your upper arm, ceasing your fall, and you both laugh.

Even so, you can't help but psychologize your peculiar relationship with the boy, Riki Nishimura was the most beautiful, complicated thing. He was the genesis of your ire and ataraxy, he made you laugh when you didn’t want to, and he made you emotional even though you were well-known for your stoicism, you wanted to punch him and at the same time you wanted to understand him, you hated being around him but your heart skipped a beat whenever he got too close, he was your paradox.

Riki Nishimura was your koi no yokan and as he walked you home that night, you were both blissfully unaware of the Red thread of fate that interweaved your souls together for an eternity, tied around your pinkies in adamantine knots.

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delicate | nishimura riki

౨ৎ ## love so delicate like yours, synopsis: you've realized how far you've gotten with your boyfriend now that both of you are adults.

includes: 1.9k words | soft fluff | yn is anxious asf but riki comforts them | we love reassurance | movie notebook reference 😎 | yn got a tattoo and it makes riki fall in love with them more 🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️ | coming of age¿?

extra: at this point, all of the members are taylor swift coded | soft love is the best love | yn is me because im also 18 and i dont wanna pay taxes D:

likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated! <3

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you sighed as you laid yourself flat against the blankets. you smiled in delight as if your troubles and worries left you. 

“school’s over.” you said, feeling your chest heavy. you recalled the school memories that you’ve experienced; both happy and sad, now that you’re taking the next chapter of your life; college. 

it’s leaving a bittersweet feeling on your whole body. 

“it is.” you looked over your shoulder, to see your boyfriend, riki fiddling with his yearbook. his fingers spotted towards the back of the book, heartfelt messages and inspiring words that his friends wrote for him. 

you’re in riki’s backyard, inside of a treehouse both of you built since children with the help of your parents. you’re so lucky your dad is a constructor. 

riki is sitting, one leg sticking out and one knee bent as he leans into the wooden walls. this position allows you to admire him from below as the sunlight flashes on his beautiful features. 

he’s reading every single message with sincerity and care, from his senior friends that he will probably never see again and his younger juniors that he can’t annoy anymore as he pleases. despite hating waking up early every morning and him dealing with tiring lectures, he has to admit he made memories and friends that’s worth a life time.

“i can’t believe we’re gonna be college students now. where we have to pay off debts, start our career paths, those people who are gonna be closer to 20 than 16 - it’s just,” you took in a breath. “surreal. surreal that we are growing up.”

you had always had a fear of growing up. not wanting to achieve the things and goals you’ve planned on time. you felt like you’re rushing to do everything at once before it becomes too late. you always wanna stay 16 forever; forever naive to understand the real world. how you’re closest friends will separate from you. how everything you’re experiencing right now will be just a memory. 

riki glanced down on you where you’re staring off of space. he can sense the anxiety in your tone. 

he closes the book after he was staring at a picture. a picture titled, “best couple” and it’s a picture of the both of you standing next to each other, smiling widely. he smiled at how adorable you looked next to him.

he scooted closer to you, making himself comfortable once he lays down next to you. his back lays flat, mimicking your position. 

“are you scared?” riki likes to question the obvious, but it helps you reflect on your feelings; how fear is just a feeling and to understand your emotions a bit better.

“just a little anxious just all,” you confessed, looking at riki whose eyes never left yours. “i’m sure it will disappear soon. i mean, everyone experiences this.” you reassure yourself and riki sense it, enjoying your honesty.

“mhm,” riki mumbles. “it’s okay to feel anxious, the future is scary.” he looks down. “it’s only a matter of time how you’re gonna handle it. you create your own future.” 

his words ring in your head. he’s right.

riki took your silence as a way that you agree with him. 

he then glanced down towards your arm, a black-inked drawing that attracted him. riki scooted closer, his body turned to yours. he propped himself up with his elbow.

no matter how close the proximity is between the both of you, it still makes you nervous til this day. especially with how much older and mature-looking your boyfriend of 6 years is. 

“your parents aren’t mad about this?” riki gently poked on your arm, eyes analyzing the art in your arm. it’s only been a week since you decided to get your first tattoo.

it’s beautiful, he thinks. 

“not anymore, i’m 18 now.” you huffed out. you remembered the horror on your parents’ faces but a sigh of defeat when they realized you’re now responsible of yourself. it makes you chuckle about their panicked expressions, slowly making themselves aware that you’re not gonna be their little 4 year old reckless daughter anymore. 

“i can imagine your mom shrieking.” riki giggled which made you scoffed because he wasn’t wrong. 

“your birth flower?” riki asked, his fingertips gently tracing the traces of your birth flower. 

your eyes widened a bit at his sudden touch then you looked down at how focused riki was. his eyes were staring at it as if your tattoo was a museum. 

your heart beat quickened at the sight. 

“the flower that i drew for you in your math notebook in 6th grade.” riki smiled, realizing how much time flies since you guys called it official since middle school. you’ve remembered the nervousness riki’s hands were, fiddling the bouquet of origami flowers. flowers he made for each that day that he fell in love with you. you thought it was silly. riki has always been caring and kind to you so it was natural for you to reprociate the feelings back. and so, without any pressure or doubts, you guys called it official.

“i thought you threw your old notebooks away..” his voice still remains soft and delicate, still smiling at your tattoo. he started to reminisce the times he would doodle on your notebook without you noticing. like a surprise.

“i ripped the page and kept it since.” when you were going into your freshman self, you looked back into the notebooks to reminsince your middle school memories. you’ve came across a drawing — no other than riki’s in one of your notebooks. you ripped it out and hid it in a safe spot until you get a tattoo of it ever since.  

some people thought you guys weren’t gonna make it past middle school — even you too, but since both of you got in the same highschool, it remained strong. a strong string holding your relationship tight.

yes, with hormones acting up and puberty getting in the way, there were times where you guys had fought and argued together to the point it was nearing breaking apart but both of you shouldn’t let it slide. not when it has reached this far. and how much you love each other.

although your boyfriend has grown up, there are occasionally times where he teases you and becomes childish around you, it makes you soft-hearted at how he still has a soul of his 12-year old self. especially moments where he look similar to a duck, which made you think about how much duck plushies you have on your bed because it reminds you of riki. 

you’re happy that you’re growing up with him.

“what are you thinking about pretty girl?” 

you gasped lightly, realizing that you’re spacing out. you looked at him and you see a small smirk implemented on his face, curious of what your pretty head is thinking about.

your face relaxes, trying to calm yourself. you’re nervous over nothing.

you looked down at your hands, then glance at riki’s hand comfortably resting, then back to your hands. your fingers slowly creep upon riki’s fingers, slowly rubbing them with yours. you smiled at the sight.

“it’s insane to think about how much we’ve grown.” you paused. “together.”

riki’s eyes looked at the sight, his heart beat echoing and growing louder. no matter what you do, you always make him think irrational. he then glances at you smiling when you’re playing with his fingers. “not many people believed in us lasting this long, not even me. i was worried if one of us lost feelings, found someone else better, or get something in our way, but im glad that we didn’t give up.” you looked at riki where his attention was diverted to you. he raised an eyebrow to indicate that he was listening.

“i’m happy that i’m dating you, i can’t express how much i adore you, how much you mean to me, i’ve never felt love this strong before — you’re just everything to me. i can’t imagine laughing harder than with anyone else, smile so much with anyone else. with you, it’s different. thank you for loving me.” 

you’re cringing on the inside at how much you confessed in such a short amount of time. you’re met with silence from your boyfriend who seem atonished from your words. you’re embarrassed, pulling back your fingers to cover your blushing cheeks in front of your boyfriend.

riki’s lips twitched, happy for you to express your feelings more comfortably now compared to the past situations. (one of the reasons that you’ve guys argued before) his chest felt light, his grin becoming bigger when you’re hiding from him.

you hear the blankets rustling, you felt riki’s arm slowly snake around your wrist to lightly remove your hand from your face. you removed your embarrassed hands and your eyes followed his hand clasping onto yours. the sight of his veiny hands makes you silent.

you admire the two of you holding hands. your stomach was feeling butterflies just as it was the first time riki confessed his feelings to you. riki twists your wrist, allowing you to see the sight from all angles. it looks so perfect. your hand perfectly structured to hold his. 

“you’re just as perfect as to what i am seeing right now.” riki spoke with a soft tone, chuckling when he kept twisting and turning your wrist. “you have a place in my heart no one else could ever have. my heart is so full of you i can hardly call it my own. i choose you. and i’ll choose you over and over. without a pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat, i’ll keep choosing you. as long as i’m alive, you will always be loved.”

you’re speechless at your boyfriend’s words to the point you feel like crying. riki still kept smiling at you, giggling. you saw the crescents formed in his eyes whenever he smiled at you and it never fails to make yourself love him more.

riki took this opportunity to lift himself up, hovering above you. he pecked your forehead. you felt his warm lips touching your skin and the goosebumps always forms whenever he makes you flustered.

you looked up at him, surprised. he looked down at you with his head tilted and a scrunched nose like a puppy, as if he was proud to do that.

nothing but an exchange of loud heart beats matching with one another and genuine giggles back and forth. 

riki then leaned in towards you. you closed your eyes at the expected action. his lips touching with yours. electricity flows when he rubs his fingers on your hands. it always make you feel all tingly on the inside. 

riki then pulls back, “cute.” he teases you, making your cheeks grow hotter. “shut up.” you rolled eyes, earning a little laugh from him.

riki still doesn’t let go of your intertwined hands as he returns to his original position where you’re laying flat on the ground, shoulder to shoulder. 

“so your summer plans?” riki asked casually. he lifted his head as his arm was under his head to act as support.

you then touched your bangs, realizing that you still have that caramel-like highlights since march. you were starting to get bored of it.

you pursed your lips. “maybe dye my hair next week back to black.” 

riki’s eyes shined. “match with me.” he spoke without thinking. you turned your head to him, realizing that his hair is black now. 

your boyfriend likes it alot when both of you match. 

“if you bleach it next month to some color then what?” you pointed out because sometimes your boyfriend makes impulsive decisions on his hair whenever he sees a cool hairstyles. you’re not angry whenever he does this because he’s good looking with whatever hair color he has.

“i won’t bleach it, i promise. i’ll follow you.” riki spoke and it makes you chuckle that he probably doesn’t realize the importance of his words. “red? blue? silver, i’ll do it for you.” you froze at his sudden deep voice erupting from him. your heart beat also freezes when his lips touches the location of your tattoo. you looked down and see his lips pushed forward. your heart flutters once again.

“you’re dumb.” you spoke, eyes softening at what you were hearing. 

gosh, you really love this man.

riki smiles against your skin, looking up and your heart twists at an umfamiliar sight. “i can be that.” he whispers like it was a promise.