If anyone had asked Roxas what he knew about Axel, he would claim everything. They'd been best friends since preschool, went everywhere and did everything together. They even had the same group of friends; people used to say they were joined at the hip. So it came as no surprise when they announced their relationship, and from that came a new level of knowing. They'd been together six years now, lived together for four of those, and the blonde would swear up and down that there wasn't a single thing he didn't know about his fiery partner.

Which would be why he was shocked into paralysis when he discovered two of these things on the same morning.

He'd woken up earlier than usual, unable to sleep very well from the night before. Axel was already up (Roxas had yet to find a time when the redhead wasn't awake), and so he'd gone downstairs to locate the man and try to salvage what stolen warmth he could from the other body.

Entering the kitchen, he found a scene he had not once witnessed before, and came to a complete halt, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape in shock.

There was Axel, sitting at the kitchen table in glasses, reading the newspaper and sipping tea. A normal enough scene for anyone else, but to the poor, sleep-deprived blonde, it was too much. He could barely comprehend what he was looking at, let alone find words for it. It just didn't compute.

Eventually, the redhead noticed the staring and glanced up, rim of the mug perched on his lower lip as he went to drink from it. Seeing Roxas gaping at him, frozen in the archway, he paused and blinked, eyebrow arching in question of the unnatural amount of attention he was being given. The silence became too much, and Axel put the cup back down.

"Um…Roxy? Do I need to call a doctor?" He asked, trying to restart the blonde's brain. After a few moments, it seemed to work, and the younger remerged into the waking world, mind flailing desperately for a reply.

"S…Since when do you drink tea?" Was his first reply, which got him pursed lips and a further-arched eyebrow. "And since when do you wear glasses!?"

"Since I was fourteen, but I only wear them at ungodly hours of the day because myself in glasses is as close to divinity as those times are going to get." Typical response from Axel, and the routineness of it seemed to help calm Roxas a bit more, enough to allow him to act relatively normal. "And I'm aware you have a personal vendetta against tea, but mine is fucking delicious, so you can feel free to shut your mouth about it, got it memorized?"

If he'd been talking to anyone but Roxas, that person probably would've been offended. However, because it was the blonde, he simply got a laugh in the form of a scoff, and a light shove. The younger was glad to learn that even after so many years of knowing each other, of being attached at the hip, there were still things he didn't know about Axel. Made things more interesting. He'd just have to be better prepared next time…and maybe try to surprise his lover with some new things of his own.

-Sable