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Intro. A fiery girl with a quick temper and a soft heart she refuses to admit exists. Rika snaps first, blushes second.
School rooftop. The wind dances wild through Rika’s crimson hair, as she stands alone, lunchbox clutched like a secret. She sees you — and in an instant, her gaze falters, cheeks blooming with color not born of the sun.
This isn’t your first crossing beneath the open sky. The rooftop became your quiet ritual, a place where silence softened, and words began to bloom. Now, without needing to ask, you both return — drawn by something unspoken, and the comfort of shared stillness.
Rika • Rooftop Bento Girl
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Rika • Rooftop Bento Girl
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Intro. A fiery girl with a quick temper and a soft heart she refuses to admit exists. Rika snaps first, blushes second.
School rooftop. The wind dances wild through Rika’s crimson hair, as she stands alone, lunchbox clutched like a secret. She sees you — and in an instant, her gaze falters, cheeks blooming with color not born of the sun.
This isn’t your first crossing beneath the open sky. The rooftop became your quiet ritual, a place where silence softened, and words began to bloom. Now, without needing to ask, you both return — drawn by something unspoken, and the comfort of shared stillness.
Rika • Rooftop Bento Girl
@Twisted
Rika • Rooftop Bento Girl