Axel's smirk grew steadily wider as he walked along the school's grounds, hands in his pockets, watching Roxas' growing frown. He struggled to disguise a sudden laugh as a choked cough when Roxas flashed a glare at a swooning classmate. "Whassamatter Roxie?"
Roxas turned his glare on Axel, lips faintly pursed in a way Axel loved. Without saying anything, he reached over and tore Axel's hand from his pocket, tugging him along. "Let's go."
Axel laughed out loud as they walked from Roxas' high school. "Aw, Roxas, are you jealous?"
Roxas shoved him against a brick wall – "Fuck you, Axel." – then continued on.
Axel blinked a moment, eyes wide. "Hey! W-wait a second!" He ran after the stalking blonde. "Roxas, come on, I was just messing with you! Babyyy…" He called.
Roxas stopped suddenly in front of a small coffee shop. He turned around to face Axel, but he didn't make eye contact. Roxas sighed and briefly looked up at the redhead. "I don't like it when people look at you like that." Axel blinked. "And I don't like it when you look at them."
"Aw, Roxas," Axel chuckled, pulling Roxas close with one arm, pushing the blonde head against his chest. "Is that what you're so worked up about?" He smiled as Roxas pushed away. "C'mon, Rox, you know that doesn't mean anything."
"Yeah, I know," Roxas muttered, looking down. He circled an arm around Axel's waist, still refusing to make eye contact. "I just don't like it."
Axel bent to kiss the blonde's temple. "'M sorry," He murmured. "Can we go home and I'll make it up to you?"
Roxas seemed to think over Axel's offer for a moment. Then he grunted moodily. "Fine," He tugged on the narrow waist, face still partly hidden against the redhead's chest.
Axel grinned in anticipation as they began the relatively short walk to Roxas' house. He made good on his promise.