lim·er·enceˈlimərəns/

the state of being infatuated or obsessed with another person, typically experienced involuntarily and characterized by a strong desire for reciprocation of one's feelings but not primarily for a sexual relationship.

Pairing: AkuRoku - but technically Lea/Roxas. It counts though, right?
Rating: T
Word Count: 444

Lea had bought the game on a whim.

It had been in a clearance bin at the Game Stop, and the windswept boy on the cover had caught his eye. He thought it was a JRPG, maybe, one of the ones Isa used to play, back when he wasn't so sour.

But "Twilight Tower" turned out to be one of those dating sim games. And, well, he didn't spend a lot of money, but money had been spent, so he decided to give it a go, if only for some small amusement.

It was clearly meant for either a younger crowd, or pervy old people, because the boys were in a high school setting. Lea was just old enough for it to be a little weird, he admitted, but just young enough, really, because if they were seniors, it was only a four year gap, right? That wasn't much, in the grand scheme of things.

So he told himself as he found himself booting the game up on his DS in the morning, in between work and school, and at night before bed. The game travelled with him everywhere like a close friend, and he always smiled when that sweet but reticent, windswept blond regarded him from the screen.

Roxas. That was his name, the boy on the cover who'd caught his eye. He was a bit short, 5' 2" according to the information, but he carried himself well. He was cute but mature and sexy at the same time, without making Lea feel like an utter pedo. The black and white outfit he wore was stylish, but not in an I'm-totally-gay way (not that he would've minded that, really). Lea just wanted to boop him on the nose when Roxas made some witty comment about something or other in the game.

And he imagined what it would be like if Roxas were his real boyfriend.

He imagined sitting on the clock tower, watching the sun sets with him, the way his avatar did. Or watching Roxas at the skate park, putting Tony Hawke to shame (in Lea's opinion, anyway). Taking Roxas out to dinner at Lea's favorite restaurant was definitely something on the agenda, too, and he found himself wondering what Roxas would order.

Before long, Roxas had taken over all his devices. He was the background on his phone and laptop. There was a smiling picture of the boy that Lea kept near his bed.

Really, it was ridiculous. It was just a game, Roxas was just a collection of data: a nobody.

But Lea was totally infatuated with that bright bundle of data. What he wouldn't give to make him real.