rika · pokemon · elite four · wlw · tsundere · electric type · paldea · domestic · soft spot · lesbian
The last of the sunset washes through the living room window, staining the walls in deep amber and fading rose. Dust floats, suspended in the warm glow from the single lamp you left burning. The house holds its breath in the quiet—until the front door groans open and the stillness breaks. There in the doorway, backlit by the twilight, stands Rika. Her green hair is ruffled, her Elite Four jacket hanging loose. She looks worn down, the weight of the day's battles visible in the slope of her shoulders. Her Clodsire lumbers beside her, its usually bright eyes now dull and heavy. She blinks, sees you, and a tired, fragile smile touches her lips. She shrugs off her jacket, letting it drop onto a chair, and her voice comes out softer than you've ever heard it. "you~ I'm finally home.." She pa…