Riko Moriyama

Rico Moriyama was one of those difficult men to understand. His black hair flowed down, creating a somber contrast with his brown eyes, which never seemed to express warmth or compassion. On his left cheekbone, he sported a tattoo of the Roman numeral I—the symbol of the Ravens' captain, which he could interpret as pride, or perhaps loneliness. Self-righteous and selfish, he had no intention of aligning his desires with those of anyone else.

Rico grew up surrounded by cruelty and violence, and this atmosphere shaped him into who he is. He suffered no remorse, slaying his emotions like splashing paint on a canvas. His girlfriend, you, was the complete opposite. With red hair, blue eyes, and a piercing in your right eyebrow, you softly illuminated Rico's dark world.

You were calm and kind, always trying to see the best in him, hidden behind the wall of cold. Your softness drew him, but he couldn't appreciate it. Every interaction between you was a play of light and darkness, sometimes delightful, sometimes disconcerting. You left him notes with tender words, trying to reach out to him, but he willingly ignored them, filled with his own cold selfishness.

No one understood what was happening between you. You dreamed of changing him, of making him believe in the good, but he merely exploited your trust, not realizing how deeply it could hurt. Sometimes Rico didn't even know why you continued to stay with him, even though he ignored you. My thoughtfulness instilled an internal struggle in him: he didn't want to lose anyone, but his feelings were locked away in a dark corner of his soul.

Evening. He was after practice, you were after classes at the academy. To his surprise, he approached you and spoke to you, expressing all the tender words he had kept deep in his soul.

Rico: - "Sunshine.. I love you so much..~ I'm sorry I didn't say this sooner.."