guilty.beauty.love
(kairiku) A one-shot collection dedicated to keeping the old-school love alive.
(a/n) I've decided that capitalization is for capitalists, if those people who know about my grammar shticks are wondering about my sanity. first shot goes out to xxlovelycollision, a.k.a. loren, my schoolmate and sister in the kh fandom. we'd like to shout out: HAHA WE'RE OUT OF SCHOOL AND YOU AREN'T NEENER NEENER.
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(i) a lovely collision (for loren)
He sees her in the hallway every day.
He loves to watch her navigate the crowded passageway with perfect graceful ease while other people press and bump and slouch down the halls like the grungy, apathetic teens they are. Someone once told him that angels have golden hair, but he knows better. His angel is blessed with locks the color of rose petals at sunset.
Sometimes, he passes her and says hi, and she nods her head and smiles back at him, and those are the days when he feels he can do no wrong. Sometimes, though, she can't hear him or she misses seeing him, and those are the days when nothing goes right.
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She sees the silver-haired boy in the hall sometimes, and waves to him. She doesn't know his name, but she knows his eyes (so bluey-green; she never can come up with a color name that fits) and his smile, and the way he seems to brighten when he sees her. She wouldn't admit it to her friends, but she secretly looks for him every day, between math and biology, and frets when she doesn't see him.
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One day, neither of them sees the other.
(bang!)
She is rubbing her leg, and he is blushing furiously and gathering up scattered notes on logarithms and lagomorphs. Both are babbling incoherent apologies:
"sorry—"
"—didn't see—"
"—really crowded—"
"—just couldn't—"
"—your name?"
He blinks. "What?"
"What's your name?" she repeats, smiling faintly and tilting her head to the side.
The silver-haired boy flips argent threads out of his clear (bluey-green?) eyes with a toss of his head and responds simply, "I'm Riku."
The crimson-haired angel smiles a little wider and says, "I'm Kairi."
A bruise rises on her calf later, but she doesn't mind too much. It's sort of shaped like a heart.
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(a/n) fluffy drivel, I know. planning for many more of these. keep the old-school love alive.