Okay, I know the last thing I should be doing is making another story, but this has been in my mind for a while now. It's inspired by an episode of Lucky Star where to characters walk past one another and the charms on their bags hook together. Konata makes a comment that things like that usually happen in dating sims. My first try at Sora and Leon as a pairing, so don't be too harsh on me!

Now for some quick notes. The fic is set in Japan, but to save myself and others a lot of confusion, I won't be using very many Japanese words and slang, unless as a proper noun, or if the moment calls for it. I'll tell you the word and it's definition at the beginning of the chapter it'll be used in. This means you won't see a lot of 'Sora-kun' and 'Leon-chan' in this fic, if at all. I'll be referring to anime, MMORPGs, and videogames a lot, using their English names if they have one (Black Butler instead of Kuroshitsuji.). But I won't be explaining them every chapter unless it's important to the story—use google if you wanna know that bad.

A word I'll often use throughout the story is otaku; a Japanese word basically to describe someone that's obsessed with anime and games and the like. It'd be awkward to have Leon going around saying "Oh, you're an anime-freak!" At least, it seems awkward to me…

Another word is shotacon, which is commonly used in reference to a genre of anime/manga that centers around young/young looking boys. It's usually sexual, or with sexual undertones. To be blunt, you could say it's yaoi or hentai with little kids (Or a little kid and an adult, male or female). The version with young girls is lolicon, if I'm not mistaken. If any of this is wrong, please correct me!

When Sora walked past, he smelled a musky, earthy scent. Like burning wood and cinnamon. He'd never smelled anything like it. Odd it might have been, but it smelled so nice…

But he didn't get much farther before he felt himself being pulled back by his bag. "What the--?" The brunet's head whipped around, and he was surprised to get yet another noseful of that intoxicating scent.

It was like…like a dating sim, almost. The male love interest would walk by the female, the charms on their bags hooking together. After realizing what had happened they would glance back at one another, the female with a shy smile and a blush, and the male with a sure, gentle smile and eyebrows raised in curiosity. They would reach for their charms at the same time, hands brushing. After gazing into one another's eyes, they would kiss.

"What the hell, kid?!"

...Except this wasn't a dating sim, so Sora only squeaked embarrassingly, and was the only one to reach for the pokemon charm on his school bag. It was tangled with a circular charm, with a witty phrase that Sora wasn't paying too much attention to at the moment. The charm hung off of a briefcase, which struck Sora as a little odd. "I-I'm sorry…" Sora's fingers, usually so nimble, were shaky and clumsy as he tried to undo the knot. "Give me a moment…"

Silence passed between the two as Sora worked at the knot, somehow only making it tighter. He chanced a look up, wanting to gauge the man's level of annoyance, but instead he saw the man's handsome face turned away as he made a call. Apparently, he was apologizing for being late to a meeting, and Sora took this chance to let his eyes trace the man's strong jawline, the scar that ran across the bridge of his nose, the smoky gray eyes…

...Eyes that were now looking right at Sora.

Sora gasped and blushed, embarrassed at being caught, and looked back down quickly at his fumbling fingers.

The man sighed in exasperation, closing his phone and shoving it into the pocket of his slacks. "Let me do it, kid."

Sora, ever obedient, removed his hands while the man leaned down closer to try and make work of the knot. Sora inhaled deeply, enjoying the man's scent.

So it surprised him when, while he was in the middle of inhaling with closed eyes, the man suddenly spoke. "This isn't gonna come out…alright, kid. Follow me."

Sora blinked, then nodded. It didn't matter though, because the man walked ahead, briefcase in hand. This, in turn, pulled Sora along also. He couldn't tell if the man did it on purpose or not.

Eventually, they came to a stop at a large building that Sora recognized as being an apartment complex. "You're lucky that school let out, otherwise you'd be missing it. And don't they have a rule against decorating your bags?" The man grumbled, pulling out a keycard. He flashed it at the blinking light on the door, pulling the door open when it clicked.

"No…at least, I don't think they do…everyone does it anyway." Sora wondered aloud, tapping a finger of his free hand to his chin. Did his school have a rule? They certainly weren't being strict about it…

"So you did it 'cause everyone else did?" The man scoffed. "Typical kid behavior."

This angered Sora. The guy was calling him a kid, and a follower to boot! "I'm not a kid. I'm a young adult, and as a young adult I don't follow crowds." Sora said evenly, fighting the urge to stick his tongue out at the man's back as they entered the elevator. He couldn't help the smirk though when he spoke again, "Doesn't your job have rules against decorating your bags?"

The man smirked as well. "Funny, kid. But yeah, they do. I didn't do this…my bastard roommate did. Can't figure out how to take it off…" He trailed off, and Sora held back a laugh. How hard was it to take off a charm?

But then he registered all of the man's words. He had a roommate? It was kind of odd for a business man to have a roommate…didn't they usually have families? Or they were single… The elevator dinged—they had arrived at the fourth floor. The man led him to a door labeled 404, and much to Sora's surpise, he'd simply opened the door and walked in. What kind of person didn't lock their door?

"Leon! Hey, man! You're home early, don't you usually stop at the café for a coffee?" A redheaded man peeked out from the kitchen, grinning impishly when his bright green eyes landed on Sora. "And you brought a gift! I'm not into shotacon, but I'll make an exception for cutie over there!"

Sora blushed, surprised that a random stranger would say something like that to him. The man, Leon, rolled his eyes and tugged Sora by his bag to the kitchen. "Shut up, Axel. I didn't bring him for anyone. Our bags got snagged together thanks to your stupid charm."

Axel smirked. "Then that means it worked! It's a pretty lucky charm." He came over to inspect the tangled charms, then gasped. "That's Jirachi, right? From Pokemon?" He asked, pointing to Sora's innocently dangling charm.

Sora blinked, not expecting that question. "Yeah…" He was just waiting for the "Aren't you too old for Pokemon?" question.

"I have the same one!"

Sora didn't expect that either. "Really? I have Pikachu, too…more than just Pokemon actually…" Sora began, smiling.

"Yeah, same! Like I have a charm of Bonta-kun, and even a plushie…"

"From FUMOFFU? Me, too! I got mine from this shop downtown, and it was actually really cheap…"

"I know the one! My favorite manga came out down there too, for half the price it was at this other store! And—"

"What you two are saying is sounding a lot like some foreign language." Leon interrupted, pulling out some scissors.

Sora panicked. "No! Don't cut it! They don't have anymore Jirachi charms, and the string's too short to retie…" He frowned, covering the charm with his hands. Leon sighed tiredly; he really didn't feel like dealing with this.

"The kid's right, just do this." Axel moved Sora's hands, and went to work on the knot. Not a minute later, both bags were separated, and the charms were in pretty good shape.

"Thank you!" Sora smiled, untying the charm from his bag. He held it to his chest, then kissed it. "I guess I should keep it somewhere else for now…" The brunet thought for a moment, then fished through his pockets. He pulled out a blue flip-phone, many logos from different anime and manga littered the hard cover. From the phone hung an assortment of character charms and bells, big and small. He didn't hear the choked noise Leon made. "Oh…but I barely have room…" Sora pouted, going to work trying to fit the charm in the crowded space.

"Oh god…" Leon breathed, grabbing the counter as if to steady himself. "Don't tell me you…you're one of them…" Leon began to massage his temples, and Sora took this time to discreetly admire the man's slender, muscular figure.

"He means an otaku." Axel shook his head. "You'd think after having an otaku as a roommate, he'd warm up to our kind…"

"Hey…I take the word otaku to offence!" Sora pouted. "I just like anime and manga and games…a lot." He smiled.

"I like you, kid. What's your name?" Axel asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the refrigerator.

"Sora. You're Axel, right? And Leon?" He smiled to each respectively. "Nice to meet you both. I go to school not too far from here." Sora looked to Leon then. "I'm so sorry about this, by the way. I never thought something like that would happen to me…you usually only see stuff like that in—"

"Dating sims." Axel finished, and Sora looked up in surprise.

"Yeah…you play dating sims too, then?" Sora asked.

Axel nodded. "Usually though, either the girl gets taken to the guy's place and they do it, or the girl and guy just stay looking at eachother until they kiss and then they do it."

Sora blushed, and couldn't help but look over at Leon. The man was shaking his head, as if he was used to Axel saying things like that (He probably was).

"Well, anyway…we're not exactly fit for company at the moment, so you should come back another time." Leon said, doing his best to keep his tone even. He wanted to settle down quietly after a long day of work, but didn't want to seem rude. The kid seemed nice despite being one of Axel's kind, and he didn't want to scare him too badly.

"O-oh! Sorry…don't let me disturb you! I'll take my leave now…thank you again!"

"Wait, Sora!" Axel ran to the door just as the brunet made to step out. "What's your number?"

Axel and Sora exchanged numbers, Leon fighting to keep down...something. He felt something stir in him when he watched Sora and Axel smile at one another. He didn't know what feeling it was, and he didn't exactly want to delve into it.

"Lucky, Leon! Snagging a kid like that on the street…or should I say, lucky for me? You don't seem too interested in him…" Axel spoke when he'd closed the door.

"I'm not interested in kids. If I get a partner I want them to be mature, like myself." Leon sighed, knowing it was useless to tell Axel that it wasn't any of his business. Leon gave another tired sigh, walking over to the refrigerator and getting the carton of milk. He took a glass from the cabinet, pouring himself some milk. "What was the purpose of getting his number?" Leon asked, sipping from his glass. Hopefully it hid his frown.

"No special reason. Don't you usually get numbers from people you like? I'm gonna invite him back soon, and maybe next time we can even play some games."

Leon didn't like the devilish smirk Axel tagged onto that. "No. Not here. Take the kid to a love hotel or something. But not here."

"You're such a cock-block." Axel stuck his tongue out and, after a little more teasing, retreated back into his room.

Leon didn't voice how he'd rather Axel not take the kid anywhere now that he thought about it. He wanted to know why he cared so much about this boy, when they'd only just met. Maybe it was bcause Sora was a nice kid, and he really didn't want to see the boy corrupted by Axel. But was it just because Sora was nice? Leon sighed tiredly, leaning back in his chair. He needed a nap, and maybe a drink.