A/N: I don't remember when or why I wrote this.
Their childhood was nothing like their current lives- uneventful. Riku chuckled, thinking that the sixteen year old version of himself would retch at the future he lived now. He stretched his toned arms over his head and sank into his favorite armchair, it had been three years since he last had to wield the Road to Dawn to a Heartless and for that he was glad. It was a feeling similar to when he set foot on Destiny Islands in over a year, filled with nostalgia and relief poring over him.
"I'm home." He had thought, noticing how vibrant the tropical plants were and the translucency of the water he was immersed in. He distinctly remembered breathing in, how the salt filled his senses. He never knew that the air was different in other worlds until he had left. Home was like Sora and Kairi- he never knew what he had until it was gone.
Sora and Kairi didn't take to comfort as much as he had. Kairi sometimes pouted during breakfast about the adventures she had dreamed about the night before, then mumbled that she wished that she hadn't taken a backstage role through the half of their real escapades. Sora on the other hand. . .was Sora.
Life was dull but the sex was far from mundane. No one was exactly sure how it started, they each had their own opinion, different memories. Kairi claimed that the bar from friendship to something more powder kegged when they reunited at The World That Never Was. Riku counted the start of the relationship when they first had sex half a year from returning to Destiny Islands.
Those were the awkward years- the first ones. Making up silly excuses, searching for hiding spots, and holding a hand over each other's mouth to muffle the moans. On the third year they bought an apartment and upon throwing their bags on the floor they set off to christen the rooms- and then anything else they found an excuse for to continue until nightfall.