A/N: This is the first fanfiction that I have ever published (though not the first that I've written). Constructive criticism – so long as you are kind – is welcome, but if you troll me, I won't be happy with you.
Axel couldn't deny it; he loved being around them.
It was kind of funny. He was a Nobody; he couldn't feel happiness or affection… but around them, it seemed like he could. The clocktower – their refuge – was the only place where he could genuinely smile and laugh. His fondest memories were there – his best times. It was a place to tease, chat, relax, a place to be himself. He hadn't had a place like that for a long time.
They had an odd effect on him, it's true. He was… different around them. But that didn't bother him at all.