Title: Stupid Love Letter
Author: Daisy
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Setting: AU, Highschool
Pairing: Riku/Sora
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: M
Chapters: 1/12
Word Count: 376
Type of Work: Chapter Fic
Status: Incomplete
Warnings: Riku POV, Sora POV, Third Person POV, Underage Sex, Riku = 18, Sora = 17,
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: So I took all night to write this stupid love letter to you, yeah, you, from me to you.
AN: So… I was trying to go to sleep and Stupid Love Letter by Friday Night Boys came on. The story won't end the same as the song does, but it inspired this. I've been wanting RikuSo all day, so I suppose that it's gonna come out one way or another.
Chapter One: So They Say That Love Is Blind ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Dear Sora, I don't exactly know how to say this, and we all know I'm not the best with emotions, or feeling them, or any of that stuff
Every word of that stupid letter kept replaying itself behind my eyelids. Even when I opened my eyes, I could hear my voice reading it back to me, and my hands shook with sheer will not to club myself to death before I could give it to you. It's so full of 'I don't's that I'm sure you'll know it's from me… But still, I forced myself to give it to you. Hands shaking, I shoved it into your hands and disappeared like a whisper into the throng of other students, gone without a trace.
During the entire school day, I was sure I was going to explode. Calculus is hard enough without feeling like your heart's about to beat out of your chest. I hope you appreciate what I went through, because it was the most difficult eight hours of my life.
During lunch, I caught you and Kairi walking in as I was leaving, and you two were laughing about something. When I questioned it, you just told me it was something funny that I'd have to be in your class to get. Somehow, I didn't believe you. So, my anxiety spiked and I nearly ran to my class like a kid trying to hide from something.
Focusing on my work was more difficult than I ever imagined, and I don't think I heard a word of the lecture during my last hour. It was crunch time; you'd tell me your answer after school, you promised and you always keep your promises.
Walking from that last class made me feel like an inmate on death row, marching to his eternal seat in the electric chair. My body was on fire, and I was certain I was blushing. I never expected your answer, though.
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