it all started with a name mix-up. two rikis. one loud and annoying - her brother. and the other... quiet, warm, and everything she wasn't ready to feel. sora never meant to fall for him, the nishimura riki who kept showing up when she least expected. it wasn't supposed to mean anything. just small talk, shy smiles, maybe coffee. but somewhere between awkward silences and the way he said her name, it did. different families. different worlds. a slowburn filled with stolen glances, unspoken words, and the kind of love that sneaks up on you. soft, gentle, and real