Swap Rika is Rika, who lost her sun. She was great photographer before, but now she's blind.
Jaehee is her best friend since their childhood. But even she doesn't know the truth about Rika.
"V, you're my sun
And my only wish is to see you again”
When I was drawing it, I wanted to create ask art blog with MysMe swap AU characters. Idk, if someone would like to ask these cutie pies, let me know ^^
pairing: rika/mc
notes: sometimes doubts creep in. for day one of rika week: daily life.
It’s not until Rika reaches over to your side of the bed only to be met with empty air that she realizes that she's woken up alone.
Her hand falls with no small measure of disappointment. She smooths her hand over the slight indentation in the bed next to her. Still warm? Or, maybe that’s wishful thinking.
If she concentrates, she can hear water running over the soft hum of the air conditioning, though she can’t tell if that's the shower or the sink running. You could have been gone for moments, but you might have been up much longer.
There’s a strange twinge of sorrow at that thought. But, what, would she really have preferred that you woke her up before showering just so she wouldn't feel lonely?
...well. Yes, actually.
She has to push her hair out of the way so she push herself up to grab her phone from the bedside table. She huffs softly when she sees the screen, and sets it back down. It’s a good half hour before her alarm is set to go off, and she is alone.
She rolls and spreads out on the bed, pulling your pillow into her arms and resting her chin on it.
Rika hasn’t yet managed to shake the feeling that she has to soak up as much of this as she can, these moments of you -- the scent of you on the pillow, the knowledge that you were sleeping next to her until only recently, and you’ll be here again soon -- because if she doesn’t, if she lets herself slip even a little, that’ll be it.
Whenever she wakes up to find you gone, when you’re late to come home, she feels it -- the cold certainty settling in her stomach, telling her that you’re not coming back.
There’s never anger, never sharp terror, just... hollow resignation. Really, she should be lucky it’s lasted even this long.
She buries her face in the pillow, tightening her grip on it. The comfort of your scent seems to taunt her now.
It doesn’t matter how many times you take her hands in yours and murmur that you won’t leave her, not now, not ever. It doesn’t help to take note of your things intertwined with hers, the calendar you mark shared plans in with joy. It doesn’t stop even after the unbroken streak of you, coming home each night to hold her close.
She’s not sure if that fear will ever stop. Maybe that’s a fitting punishment.
She can’t say it’s not what she would deserve. What she should expect, for that matter, and --
Something new. She pauses, lifting her head and angling to better hear this new noise.
You’re... singing.
Well. Caterwauling, more like. Maybe not intentionally bad, but certainly very loud, and with not very much attention to keeping at a consistent pace, and not... good.
The water shuts off, and she can hear you clearer, now.
And... worse.
Something you’d heard on the radio the other day and couldn’t get out of your head, even though you had no memory of the name of the song, or the artist, or most of the lyrics. What a clever and... loud use of ‘la-dee-dah’s you’re using now.
She laughs into the pillow.
When the bathroom door opens, she turns her head quickly, as if by hiding her face she can hide her thoughts from you.
You’re still humming that tune as you pad softly across the room.
“Good morning, starshine.”
The bed dips as you seat yourself on the edge of it, and then you run your fingers through her hair, combing softly from behind her ear down her back, clearing a space to kiss her cheek.
She leans up into it, quickly winding her arms around you to pull you back when you begin to lean away. You laugh as she snuggles into your chest.
”Careful, babe, I’m still kind of damp.”
Rika only wraps her arms tighter around you, pulling herself closer so she's half in your lap. You resume coming through her hair with your fingers as you say, “I heard back from that bistro on the corner a little while ago. They think they can fit us in next month, a Friday around 6. I know it’s kind of a tight fit with your work, but I figured it might be worth a shot, so I said yes. What d’you think?”
She hums a noncommittal note and you laugh again. “Oh, don't tell me I’m lulling you back to sleep.”
You make as if to peer closer at her, and in that moment, she feels -- guilty, in the face of your easy joy. She averts her eyes.
She can hear more than see your frown. “...okay, babe, is something up? You're being awful quiet.”
She hesitates, and this is evidently enough to incite your worry. “Dreams again?”
Rika winces, but says, “mmm. No.” Not this night, anyway.
”But... something is bothering you," you say. And then you pause. “--me?”
You frown, and Rika wants to cry. She sits up, reaching for you with a faltering hand. “No,” she says, “it's not you, it's--” The idea of living without you. Who she would be if you disappear. The question of if she deserves you, if she deserves anything anymore. Why you stay here with her.
You close your eyes and shake your head. When you look at her again, your gaze is soft. “I love you.”
Her heart flutters, as it does every time you say it, as it might every time you say it from now until -- well, whenever you stop saying it.
You cup her face in your hands, smoothing your thumbs over her cheeks. “And I care about you. So... talk to me? When you're feeling like this...” She clasps her hands over your arms as you continue to stroke her face, a lifeline. “..you shouldn't have to be shouldering it alone. I don't know... what exactly is eating you up right now. But I love you, and I want you to be happy, and if there's any way I can make this easier for you, then -- well. It's always better together, right?”
It’s Rika turn to take your face in her hands now. She studies you, from your sympathetic eyes to the slightly-awkward tilt of your lips, unsure if you've said the right thing. She feels fit to burst with love, and she leans her forehead against yours, closing her eyes against the sudden sting of tears.
“Okay,” she murmurs. There's an urge to stay there, to just hold you as long as possible, but she pulls back with reluctance so she can look you in the eye. “I love you,” she says, barely audible, and her chest aches at the way your smile blooms. “And I’ll... try.” The thought of telling you just how much she fears you leaving is -- not a pleasant one. But... together.
She can't say she's not still worried, at the least, but here, with you, she feels safe and warm.
”...now,” you say, “if you're really angling to spend all day in bed, I can think of something a little more fun to do here--”
And Rika laughs.
“No,” she says, “too much to get done to stay cooped up in here all day.” It's with no small measure of reluctance that she pulls back from you and rises from the bed.
And then she narrows her eyes at you with a smile. “But, maybe later tonight...”
“Oho, is that so?” The hand she presses over her mouth isn't enough to suppress the start of a smile as you perk up in interest.
She tosses a wink over her shoulder as she heads to the bathroom door.
I have this strong headcanon that once Rika forgive herself, she would cut her hair to take a fresh start. This is half after ending, half AU for the Rika week. ^^
pairing: rika/reader
notes: for day 7 of rika week, free choice.
It's everything you've ever dreamed of here. You're safer and happier than you've been in a long while. And loved -- loved beyond belief.
Rika has her book held before the pair of you as you press your back against her front, enjoying her warmth.
You rest between her legs, and the sheets draped across you and the pillows you both recline against make for a cozy scene, but you're too alert to doze off.
As she reads, she trails a hand idly down your side, nails drawing shivers from you so that you shiver, and you squirm against her when she passes over your hip.
You've been her darling pageturner when she needs assistance, and while she's certainly been appreciative of your help, you're growing impatient with the lack of attention you've been getting.
You turn in her embrace, pressing yourself against her, nuzzling into her neck as you begin to drag your nails gently down her back.
You hear the soft sound of the book hitting the pillow, and then: “darling, that tickles.”
Her voice is a little breathy already, and you smirk to yourself at how easily you've succeeded.
“Could you stop with that touching? I want to read right now,” she says, but you wriggle ever-closer to her and wind your arms tighter around her.
“Mmn,” you protest, uncaring of how childish your voice sounds. You drop a kiss at the junction where her shoulder meets her neck. “Don't wanna.” You raise your head and pout, meeting her eyes and trying to look as sorrowful as possible. “I just wanna keep touching you.”
Rika chuckles softly, low and lovely, looking at you with fond wonder. “Just where on earth did you learn how to whine so lovely like this…?” She reaches out to brush a strand of hair away from your face. “Alright,” she concedes with a laugh, “you have a minute… but the next minute is mine, okay?” She levels a stern look at you, but you're too delighted by her permission to feel even the least bit intimidated. Not that you ever really needed to be, with her.
Her arms come to rest around your waist, and when you drag your hands down her sides, she shivers. “It tickles when your hand touches me. But it also feels good…” You repeat the motion and her eyes flutter shut. Her breath catches. “And it also… makes me chill.”
And that's exactly what you're hoping for. As you continue your caresses, her sighs become shakier, and when you begin to trail kisses down her neck, you can feel her fluttering pulse.
“I love you,” she sighs, and you blossom with warmth. “I can't imagine my life without you.” Her arms unwind, and she rests her hands on your hips. “I can't even remember how I endured all those times without you. Is it the same for you?”
“Of course,” you murmur. Your caresses slow so that you can meet her gaze. “We need each other. I can't imagine ever being without you. I love you too much.”
“Haa…” Her head tips back in relief, and she lets her eyes slide shut as she smiles. You place a kiss at her collarbone and she threads her fingers into your hair. “I feel so at ease.”
The next kiss must tickle, because she giggles, sweet and soft. Her laughter is the most beautiful music you've ever heard. “When I'm with you, I feel so comfortable, so at ease, I think I'm going to forget how to breathe.”
You can certainly see your effect on her breathing now -- shaky, shivering, deliciously quivering.
“You're the only one I can share my darkness in completion with.” You straighten a little now so that you can gently trace up her face, using your thumbs to make little circles against her jaw as you go, then you kiss her eyelids delicately.
Rika opens her eyes again at last and catches both your wrists in her hands. Voice stronger, she says, “I love you.”
And you believe her.
You move to continue your caresses, but she keeps hold of your wrists, shaking her head. “Now, I believe your minute is up.”
You pout, but she laughs, and begins to slide her hands up your thighs and under your nightdress. When she smiles, you shiver with anticipation. “There's no need for a face like that.” She draws closer, so close that she sends tingles down your spine as her lips brush yours as she speaks. “Won't you show me more of your lovely whines?”
