Fuck yes, I'm back into writing and by god does it feel wonderful. Well, I haven't done anything in a super long time in the means of fanfiction writing, but here is a little one-shot that I hope you all enjoy. It's pretty much fluff, and nothing too special, but eh, it's two in the morning and I felt I needed to write something.

side note-I don't own this stuff, etc, etc, you know the drill.

In the back of his mind, he had always known. The looks he got when Sora thought he wasn't looking, the way his face would radiate red whenever Sora saw him notice. The subtle clues that he had repressed for years, simply ignoring his feelings and the feelings of his best friend that could no longer be looked over. Which words was he to say? What did Sora want him to say? Questions, answers; at the moment, Riku couldn't decide which approach to take. It had started with one sentence, one sentence only and now he his tongue was twisted, his throat closing up.

I think I love you.

Think, love? Did they really belong in the same sentence as one an other? The thought had vaguely crossed his mind, but was soon answered; think and love go together when the heart was nervous. He had learned that from someone, who, he couldn't quite place, not that it mattered now anyway. Sora just sat, looking at him with robin egg blue eyes, waiting for him to say something, anything!

The room had been silent for over five minutes, and he knew it was up to him to break the uneasy tension; cut through it with a knife of some sort. Every second, the cloud of tension built, thicker and thicker still. His words would have to be meant, be loud, be. . .? He lost his concentration as words blurted out of his mouth. As if he were looking down at himself, the shell taking form and speaking all on its own.

"I think I love you, too."

The words spoken, never to be taken back. Did he mean them? A seventeen year old boy, did he know the meaning of love? He thought he did and what he felt for the brunette that sat across from him was the feeling he had associated to be love. He loved a lot of people, his parents, friends, all of them held a certain place in his heart and then, there was Sora.

His best friend he had known since the time he could talk, the one, who despite all the trouble he had put him through, was still there, ready to defend him if he could. But the feeling he felt was the meager love of friendship. It was deeper, crossing that line he had drawn between friend and lover, crossing into waters he hadn't thought he would ever find in his male best friend.

Without a second more of hesitation, Riku pulled the brunette closer, their lips meeting for what would be the first, but not the last. The rest had gone unspoken. The years of unclear feelings, cleared with one single kiss. No more questions without the answer. The word think was tossed from his mind, he didn't think, he knew. No longer, I think, it was, I know.

Those words weren't exchanged, but the message was clear.

Well, that's about as good as I get at two in the morning.