Author's Note: Eheheheh, I actually thought of this awhile back, but I wanted to save it for Valentine's Day, since I thought it was pretty fitting. Please enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!


Valentine's Day Chocolates

Continuity: Doki Doki Precure

Characters: Ira, Raquel, Rikka Hishikawa

Summary: Well, sometimes it's just the effort that matters.


"Exactly how did it turn out like this?"

The two boys exchanged uncertain looks with each other, before looking back down at the tray in front of them. The recipe had said that it was super simple to make- and yet, here they were, staring a burnt lumps of a thing that was probably chocolate. It gave off a strange odor, and it wasn't hard to tell that the thing they'd whipped up was completely inedible.

"It's your fault!" Raquel shot a look at Ira, crossing his arms in front of his chest. The transformed fairy heaved a sigh, shaking his head. "Normally my cooking isn't this bad! It definitely has to be your fault, Ira!"

"Why does it have to my fault!?" Ira protested, glowering down at the younger boy. "If your cooking's so good, shouldn't have that made up for my lack of skills?!"

"Your lack of skill is just that bad!" Raquel insisted, returning Ira's glower. Sparks seemed to fly between the two boys for a second- before they both sighed deeply, looking again at their disaster of a chocolate cake.

"At any rate, there's no way we can give this to Rikka." Ira frowned, scratching the back of his head. "We'd probably send her to the hospital."

"If it wasn't instant death." Raquel added, looking uncertainly at the thing they had made- did it just move?

"Ah, that's definitely a possibility." Ira heaved another annoyed sigh, grabbing some oven mitts and tossing the failure into the garbage. "Well, we've still got a lot of ingredients though. Should we try again?"

"Mm." Raquel nodded his head, tightening the straps on his frog apron. "This time we'll learn from our mistakes. There's no way it won't turn out better."


"...It's green."

"That's kind of hard to miss, yeah." Ira glanced over at Raquel, holding the pan with the cake on it as far away from himself as possible. "Do you think this pan is even safe to use again?"

"...probably not. I don't think cakes are generally supposed to be green. At least not chocolate ones." Raquel hesitated. "Are you sure we shouldn't just burn it?"

"No, who knows what that could release." The Selfish boy said seriously. "Probably death itself."

"Your cooking abilities are seriously scary, Ira." Raquel glanced over at him. It was true that Raquel was nowhere near the level of even Rikka- he was still learning and practicing after all! But Ira's inability to cook might as well have been one for the record books.

"I don't appreciate that sarcasm." Ira glowered at him, for now setting down the pan and shoving it aside. "Rikka's mom isn't going to be too happy that we destroyed one of her cake pans though."

"Not mention the mess." Raquel sighed, glancing over at the disaster zone that was the kitchen, before shooting a glare back towards Ira. "Remember, you're going to help me clean this up. You made at least of it, after all."

"Ehhh, that's too much work." He whined, his bat wings drooping a little. "Don't you like helping around the house to begin with?"

"Rikka will praise if you help me clean." The blue haired boy pointed out, quirking an eyebrow.

At that, a faint tint of red crept onto Ira's cheeks, his bat wings perking back up again. "W-well, I guess we should try again, huh?" He asked, changing the subject. "Now that we've got the worst out of the way, there's no way we can't do better next time, right?"


"Let's agree never to talk about this attempt again."

"Agreed." Raquel gasped for breath, leaning against the older boy's back. The two of them were slumped on the kitchen floor, taking a breather, chocolate splattered over the both of them- as well as the rest of the kitchen.

"There's no way the both of us can be this bad at cooking." Ira said, tension washing out of his shoulders. It would be a bit difficult to explain away the brand new hole in the wall- hopefully Rikka wouldn't be too angry. "We should have just called one of them over to purify it."

"Can you even purify something like what we made? I'm pretty sure it was pure evil." Raquel asked, closing his eyes. "At least you properly destroyed it. But I have a feeling it's going to continue to live in my dreams for the rest of my life."

"Ironically, if I had summoned a monster like that while fighting you guys, I would have probably won." Ira observed, staring at the ceiling- there was even chocolate splattered up there too, apparently.

"That's probably true." Raquel admitted. "So, what do you think? We have ingredients left for at least one more try- should we continue?"

"If we've come this far, we might as well go all out." Ira said, getting to his feet, wiping some chocolate off his face.

"That's probably true." The humanoid fairy said, getting to his own feet. "If it gets worse, well... the Precure have already stopped the apocalypse once before."

"Maybe we're aiming too high. Maybe that's the problem." Ira said, tilting his head a little. "Maybe we should change our plans from making something delicious to something at least vaguely edible."

"That won't hospitalize Rikka." Raquel added with a nod. "This time for sure."


"I'm home~!" Rikka called out, before frowning a little, hearing her words echoing through the empty home. "That's strange." She said, taking off her shoes, placing them at the front entrance, before heading further into the house. "Raquel and Ira should be here- did they go out somewhere?"

Glancing around, she paused to set aside a bag on one of the end tables. It was filled to the brim with received chocolates- even though it wasn't a regular school day today, and she had only gone in for student council work, somehow she had still ended up with a large amount of the sweet stuff- more than she could possibly ever eat by herself. For some reason, every Valentine's Day, she was always strangely popular with the girls.

Well, it was still flattering to know that people thought about her that way, even if it was kind of embarrassing.

A strange smell caught her nose then, and she cringed a little. It smelled like something burnt- had Ira tried to cook something again? "Ira! Raquel!" She called out again, wandering into the living room and heading towards the kitchen. She stopped in her tracks a little as she came in, her blue eyes going wide as she first caught sight of the appealing mess that was the kitchen- and the fact that there was now a hole in the kitchen wall.

"What happened here?" She asked out loud, eyes assessing the damage to the kitchen. Was that chocolate on the ceiling? How did it even get up there? Nevermind that- there was a hole in the wall!

Stepping into the kitchen properly, she paused, hearing the sound of steady breathing. Somehow in spite of the mess, she felt her shoulders relax, a tender smile appearing on her face. Ira had collapsed on the kitchen table, head resting on his folded arms, fast asleep and drooling slightly, his bat wings folded back in slumber. Raquel, having returned to his fairy state, was sleeping against one of his arms, resting just as peacefully. In spite of all the noise she had made, neither of them really stirred- they must have been very tired.

One look at the chocolate that still was splattered over Ira, and Raquel's abandoned frog apron and bandana, and she had a feeling about exactly what had happened here- if not exactly how it had apparently spun so out of control.

"Honestly, you two don't have to do something like that for me." Rikka whispered, fondness clear in her voice.

Sitting on the table in front of them was a rather sloppily made chocolate cake- it appeared to be more than a little burnt, yet was still crumbling in various places. Two bites had been taken out of it, as if the two boys had personally checked themselves that it was safe to eat.

Quietly, so as not to disturb them, Rikka pulled out one of the chairs, taking a seat on it. Brushing aside a stray hair, she took one of their spoons, digging into the cake and taking a bite. She winced a little as she did- it was so bitter!- but for some reason, she still felt herself smiling contently anyways.

She always got a lot of chocolates on Valentine's Day- but for some reason, this one made her the happiest of all.