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Day after day after day yet another picture with that boy.
That boy; Messy unkempt black hair and big curious and intelligent brown eyes, skinny but clearly not experienced life as with every new picture, he had a new band aid somewhere on his frame, be it his face or his body, and the evidence of blood staining under the band aid plastic did not make the cuts look slight either, so even if the kid was incredibly rich, as every new expensive gadget in every new selfie seemed to imply, he was good and hard working in his heart and deep down Riku knew the boy called Hiro would not be a bad influence on Sora.
Riku knew this in his deepest heart of hearts but as he scrolled through his Instagram feed, he could not deny a second feeling coupled with that acceptance.
Hiro was a perfectly good kid by the looks of it. He and his native friends both.
It was just, oh why was it so hard to say, something about how every picture on Sora's IG featured the kid, almost to the point where he could not tell who really owned @SoraDestinyHeart2005 anymore or how he began to get tagged even more rarely in the photos, almost as though Sora, one of his closest friends since childhood, didn't really care whether or not Riku even saw the pictures or not.
Did it really matter to him? Would he mind if he even stopped hearted any and all his posts all together. But Riku frowned knowing full he would not do that and would continue to heart all his posts for the days to come.
He just wished the frequent appearances of Hiro would not make him feel this way.
Was it jealousy? No, no, no way, that could not be it.
Honestly, why did his Majesty buy him a smart phone anyway?
Riku was pretty sure the radiation was frying his brain cells.