A/N: Hey, everyone :D So, here's a Kingdom Hearts advent calendar for you all. This one is being done by both me and mylife9, who you can find here: .net/u/1654425/mylife9

I've never done anything joint with her, so this should be fun :D I love you, honey 3

These ficlets are an accumulation of both mine and hers.

So here's some fluff for you all! :D

Characters/Pairings: Sora/Riku

Warnings: Mild yaoi, or boyboy love.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, nor do i own a soccer ball. This is a Kingdom hearts ficlet by me (not mylife9 :D )

ENJOY.

[December 1st: Perfect]

The sun in the sky was sharp with heat, scalding on his head and his neck and his nose, and sweat dripped down his brow, stuck the brown bangs of his hair to his forehead and at his temples, made his shirt stick uncomfortably to his back like it was permanently attached to the skin there, but he didn't really care. There was a ball at his feet, and thick drying yellow-green grass underneath them, and it was just him and the ball, him and the goal, him and the sun in his eyes and the bangs wet and stuck on his forehead. And that was perfect.

His breath huffed hot on his cheeks as he ran, feet digging into the grass and kicking at the ball, swerving it to the side because there was an invisible opponent, there, kicking the ball back under his feet and spinning on his heels because there was another one with a foot in front of his and waiting, ready. Swerved again to catch the ball before running like he meant it, dribbling like he meant it, field clear of invisible opponents and invisible goalie taking up its stance, at the ready. And in one, fluid motion, he kicked the ball past the goalie's hands and into the goal, no pause in his step, and it rebounded off the net before thumping feebly onto the grass.

He threw his arms into the air, smile big and bright and triumphant on his face. "He scores, and the crowd goes wild!" He shouted into the air, hot wind on his face, and he let out crowd-like sounds from his throat, harsh whispered aaaah's of an invisible mass cheering at the invisible sidelines, and it was perfect.

Someone was clapping behind him.

He froze like that, arms left in a half-wave in the air, face smiling up at the sun, one foot held precariously off the ground in a sort of victory dance he saved for when he was alone, and all he could think was why someone would possibly be in the park, in the heat, at seven in the morning. He let his foot fall to the ground, pathetic little crunch of the grass under his shoe, and he turned around, hands still held up in the air, like he was caught.

Silver hair caught his eyes, and then aquamarine eyes smiled at him.

"R-Riku!"

Riku's smile grew, and it was enough to say that yes, that was his name, thank you for remembering, and why are you jumping around like an idiot?

"What ... I mean, what you doing here?" Sora stammered, hands falling ungracefully to his sides with a thump.

"Watching you make a fool of yourself, obviously."

"That's not what I'm talking about," Sora glared, dignity up and in the air and never to be seen again, but he felt a little more composed when he glared at Riku, and figured he would find his dignity later.

There was a pause as Riku's eyes flickered to the ground, like guilt. Watched Riku as he shuffled, little "Yeah, I know," whispered it into the air, like an apology, and then pale arms were wrapping themselves around his waist, hot through his sweaty soccer shirt but he didn't really notice it. Concentrated more on Riku's body up close to his like this, not touching but he could still feel it, like a presence, like a brush, and he figured Riku meant it. Felt Riku's chin rest comfortably on his shoulder, and his nose pressed into Sora's neck. Nuzzled the skin there, and he shivered, slightly, returned the gesture by curling his hands into the fabric of Riku's shirt and pressing his face into his chest, and he accepted the apology because he meant it, too.

A period of time elapsed and he couldn't help but notice that it was awfully hot hugging Riku in the heat like this, but it only made it feel more real. Only made him appreciate the fact that Riku was there, in front of him, on the same soccer field and standing on the same yellow-green grass, and he held back a pathetic whimper that had made itself to his throat.

"You're supposed to be in America now," he whispered into the warm fabric of Riku's shirt, throat burning with something like sadness and something like happiness and something else that made it hard to talk. Riku's arms wrapped themselves around his waist tighter, and it nearly felt like a second apology, because maybe he thought he needed to say it again.

"But I'm not," he murmured.

Riku seemed to be dodging the fact of why exactly he was here and not in America, but Sora had no desire to argue with him, not at that moment, so he decided to ask him about it later, when he wasn't so hot, and his throat didn't burn so much.

"Hey," Riku started, jaw moving against his shoulder and it nearly tickled. "What's the date today?"

A frown tugged at his brows. "The first. Why?"

He yelped when he felt his bare sweaty arm being pinched and punched, and he couldn't rub it away when he was hugging Riku like he was, so Riku rubbed it away for him. "A pinch and a punch for the first day of the month," Riku chuckled into his ear, tickling like that, and he would have shivered if he wasn't so thoroughly annoyed. "And no returns."

Hs eyes were only starting to develop a playful glint when Riku pulled away, all cheeky smiles and crescent-shaped eyes, and he could have looked beautiful, could have looked beautiful enough to stop Sora's train of thought, if he weren't so intent on making him regret ever doing that.

"Hey, you're not going to do anything rash now, right?" Riku beamed, hands raised in the air in surrender, and his feet were walking themselves backwards.

The flash in Riku's eyes told Sora that he totally wanted him to do something rash, anyway, and that it would later be rewarded with a couch and an air conditioner and an empty house and Sora moaning his name, because rash things had to be properly punished.

So, of course, he totally went and did some rash things to Riku, and he knew he didn't mind a few bruises. Not when they were together.

He figured perfect came in varying degrees.

Because this was perfect, too.

A/N: HAHAHA. Fluff.