Hayoo~ ChiiRyeeBiee here with yet another fanfic :3 hehehe~ I came up with this one after waking up one morning, and so I drafted it out and tadaa! My first Kingdom Hearts RokuSora story! Yay~
I hope it's alright, harharhar.
Anyhow, this is a Roxas x Sora pairing, so yes, they are both boys, and yes this is shounen ai. I don't own Kingdom Hearts, and I do hope you, my dear reader, enjoy this story! Kindly leave a review for me to turn into writing EXP points!
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(...because ChiiRyeeBiee here treats everything like a game) Σ(￣。￣ﾉ)ﾉ Gotta keep levelling up, yo!
Alright then! Anata no hanashi, doozoo~!
Smile A Little, Will Ya?
Summary: All he wanted was to see a certain blue-eyed blonde smile. And so as of then, Sora Leonhart, sports athlete, official class clown and the school's very own ball of sunshine, vowed to himself with all the power vested in him to make Roxas Strife the happiest person he has ever been.
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Smile A Little, Will Ya?
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~Chapter One: Enter the New Kid, Roxas!~
Roxas Strife never smiled.
Sora Leonhart had never seen anyone look so serious before.
When the brunette first met the blonde, he wore a foreign black suited uniform, complete with a checkered tie and a professional-looking suitcase. The boy's hair, although spiky like Sora's, was styled and tamed with hair gel, not a stray blonde strand out of place. Cerulean eyes were constantly glossed over with utter boredom, his mouth forming a very thin but depressing frown. Roxas, to Sora anyway, was the perfect picture of a stoic, mature student who did nothing but study and stayed all by himself in the library out of introversion and lack of social skills.
He was right.
Sora's overall outlook of the world was optimistic and very cheerful. Even though there were times when he just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry, he hardly ever did. The sixteen year old was always smiling, because he believed the best way to tackle one's problems was with a positive attitude. He had his bad days like everyone else, but within no time he'd get back up to face his troubles with working solutions.
The brunette was a glowing ball of sunshine to others — he never failed to brighten everyone's day with his positive aura and spirit, and whenever he saw anyone cry or feel sad he'd take his time to cheer them up no matter what. He would constantly lend a hand to his fellow schoolmates and staff alike, earning himself the ridiculous nickname of "The School's Angel" for his neverending feat to give up his own time to help others.
"Hello Sora!" Young ninth graders all over school would greet the happy eleventh grader.
"Thanks a lot for your advice, Sora! I feel much better than I did last year and I can enjoy laughing with my friends now!" They would say.
"I think there'd be lots of people who would want to meet you, Sora! You're always smiling!"
"God bless you Sora. You are an angel."
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As expected, Roxas had remained silent in the classes he shared with Sora and always took notes regardless of the teacher's consent. He was always on time in school and from his punctual observance of the boy, Sora managed to figure out that the new exchange student preferred to settle in secluded study areas for the sake of being alone. He never laughed if the teacher made a crude comment in class; he never smiled if someone managed to make a big mistake. He was always frowning, frowning, frowning, and even when the lunchtime came around, the guy never appeared to be pleased with the idea at all. Everyone Sora knew would be overjoyed at the coming of lunchtime! What normal high school student wouldn't be? Roxas' pessimistic behaviour did not sit well on Sora's conscience, however peculiar and odd it may have seemed. And because he was Sora Leonhart, the school's angel and a happy-go-lucky boy whose actions spoke louder than words, the sixteen year old was inclined to make the angsty blonde smile.
"THAT'S IT!" The blue-eyed brunette cried exasperatedly, standing up from his chair and slamming a hand on the cafeteria table.
"What's it, Sora? Did Vanitas draw weird doodles on your Art canvas last period again?" A feminine voice replied, her straight red hair following as she tilted her head to the side.
"No." He admitted with a pout, sitting back down slowly to avoid drawing any more attention to himself. "It's just been a little frustrating for me, Kairi... You see, I've been watching Roxas lately—"
"Roxas? You mean the new exchange student from Twilight High?" The silver-haired boy to Sora's right interjected listlessly, swinging a fork around dangerously.
"—err, yeah... hey, get that fork away from me Riku! You're about to stab my eye!"
The silverette known as Riku ignored the fuming boy. "And why, pray tell, have you been watching him, Sora?" He smirked ten-fold at Sora's scrutinizing glare, revelling in his success of annoying the brown-haired boy for the day.
"Well duh, why else would I watch him? The guy's a walking mood killer! The teacher tells a joke, he frowns. Someone makes a funny mistake, he frowns. Lunchtime comes around, he frowns. I can't stand it! The horror! The unmistakable negativity is killing me! Have you even felt his negative aura? How could someone be like that when there are so many things to smile about! This pessimism is utterly unacceptable and I refuse to let it continue." The blue-eyed teen finished, making crazy hand gestures to emphasize the grim crisis at hand.
"Tch. Sora, you selfless fool. You're always so concerned with other's people's business. Just leave the guy alone and maybe it won't bother you so much. You don't know what he's been through."
"Well I'm sorry that I'm not lazy and careless like you, Riku-bastard. The negativity shall end and it would start with me! How can someone enjoy such torture? I can't and won't allow it."
"Pfft. Says the guy who hardly does any homework. Worry about yourself first, you freaking weirdo."
"Hey! At least I don't make terrible excuses like you do!"
The red-haired girl named Kairi rolled her eyes as she listened to her two male friends argue amongst themselves. "Sora, if it really is a concern to you, then you should go hang out with the exchange student and do what you can to make him smile. Naminé here thinks so too. It's not like we can stop you from doing so anyway, since you're always doing nice things for other people."
Naminé, Kairi's twin sister who was currently sitting next to the red-haired girl, nodded agreeingly at Sora for confirmation.
The brunette gave his female friends one of his trademark smiles and hugs for being supportive of his side. Riku however, received none other than a shameful raspberry and a look that said, "can't stop me, bastard". Riku's basic reply was a huff of disinterest, shooing Sora away with a hand.
"I'm just saying, he's a stranger; he wouldn't care about your efforts so you shouldn't bother with him anyway." Riku scoffed. "But whatever bro, do what you can. You really live up to your name as "The School's Angel". It's a disgraceful and weird one, I tell you now."
With that, Sora smiled and threw a peace sign at the guy. "Thanks, Riku. Kairi. Naminé. You guys are awesome!"
And so as of then, Sora Leonhart, sports athlete, official class clown and the school's very own ball of sunshine, vowed to himself with all the power vested in him to make Roxas Strife the happiest person he has ever been.
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How to Make Roxas Smile by Sora Leonhart: A Tick-List of how to make the new kid happy!
1) Start off by becoming his friend. New friends always make me happy!
2) Compliment him and ask if you could assist him.
3) Sea-salt ice cream! The treat for all things positive!
4) Tell him funny jokes! There's always one that keeps you laughing for a while!
Commencing Phase One: The Friend Initiation Plan!
The next day, Sora was onto his new goal of making Roxas' day a cheerful one. He spent all his time the night before making a checklist of what to do, jotting down a few ideas for the meantime. His list was written in his handy reminder notebook which he carried with him everywhere, enabling him to add to it some more in the future (lest he failed to make Roxas happy with his current plans, which Kairi and Naminé highly doubted since this was the class clown they were talking about!)
Sora skipped merrily towards his desk upon entering the classroom, begladdening the others around at the sight of him in high spirits. He was whistling a television show theme song when the person he specifically wanted to see walked in, readying all his belongings for first period and sitting down to read a book. The brunette smiled to himself, inwardly contemplating on how to approach the introverted blonde and start a fruitful and fun-filled friendship.
"Err, Your name's Roxas, right?" Sora began, giving the aforementioned classmate of his his best grin.
The older boy looked up from his rather interesting novel with an apathetic expression. "Yes. What about it?"
The blue-eyed brunette took a deep breath before making the most elated outburst-for-an-introduction he could muster up.
"HI! I'm Sora Leonhart, but call me Sora for short! I was wondering if you wanted a little company, that's all. How are you liking Destiny College?"
Roxas' expression failed to change, and he looked a little annoyed for being disturbed from his alone time. But Sora had to make some attempt to talk to the guy — he'd never make him smile that way!
"Fine I guess."
"Aahh, I see. What's your favourite subject so far? Any new friends? Have you tried the cafeteria food? Unlike most colleges, our lunchlady Aerith actually makes the best served lunches in history!"
"Is that so."
"Yup! I'll treat you sometime!"
"...hn."
The blue-eyed blonde merely shrugged before turning back to his novel.
Feeling like he accomplished something, Sora looked around the classroom to see that Kairi, Naminé and Riku were already sitting at their desks, chatting amongst each other. The red-haired twin had looked up for a while and given him a thumbs up, reassuring him that he was doing great so far.
"Say uhh, Roxas?"
"...what do you want?" Cerulean eyes were trained on the pages of the novel, but the sixteen year old took this as a prompt to continue.
"Do you... err, wanna be friends? I can show you around the school and hang out with you if you need someone to talk to. I'm really nice and most of the students here are friendly too!" He beamed with utmost sincerity. Azure orbs sparkled with excitement, and Sora only hoped that Roxas would agree.
Roxas shrugged once again, his eyebrows twitching with annoyance. "Will you shut up if I agree? If you weren't aware, I am currently trying to read. Alone."
"Oh. Uhh. Yeah, sure. I'll go away if you say yes." Gee. This guy's negativity wasn't simply on the surface. Sora had his work cut out for him, at least.
"Hmph. Fine then. I'll be your friend." The new student muttered, disinterested.
Minutes later a particular blonde found himself engulfed within small but stable arms. "YEEEEEYYYY! I have a new friend! We're gonna have sooooo much fuuuun!"
It seemed that making new friends made Sora smile more than Roxas, who was still trying to figure out what in the world happened to Francis when his book went flying across the room.
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Commencing Phase Two: Operation Complimenting Shower!
Roxas had just finished returning a dozen of books to the school library when he was surprised by a brown-haired ball of doom who jumped at him as he exited the place. He immediately went into self-defense mode, taking the unwelcomed attacker by the arm and tossing him on the ground harshly.
"Owwwieee! THAT HURT! WHY WOULD YOU THROW ME LIKE THAT, ROXAS?" The attacker who was actually the happy-go-lucky kid named Sora complained unhappily, rubbing his sore head with a delicate hand.
"...Sorry. I thought you were a bully." Roxas replied impassively, closed lips which marked a frown evident on his face. He held a hand out to the boy on the ground, who took it and began smiling away like nothing happened.
"S'okay. Good throw though! You must be good at martial arts huh? That's so cool!"
"...hn."
"Hnn?"
"It's not that amazing. I learned it for self-defense, as you just witnessed." The blonde said gloomily, looking up at the sky to avoid meeting Sora's eyes. It was currently their lunch break so they had plenty of time to hang out, which Sora used as an advantage to carry on with his plan to make the new kid smile.
"Gaww! You're so awesome. And talented. And amazing and great and marvellous. I bet whoever's gonna date you in the future would be so lucky..."
"...excuse me?"
"Oh come on... you're an amazing guy! What kind of insane person wouldn't want to be with you? You already know the drill, Roxas. In the future, you're gonna like a girl, and she'll like you back, and you'll be very happy and she will be as well because she has such an amazing boyfriend who isn't only talented and handsome but who she knows could protect her! That kind of thing?"
Roxas rolled his eyes. "...Girls are not worth my time."
"Oh? But this is in the future though. You never know what will happen..." The younger boy singsonged lightheartedly, skipping ahead towards the grassy field beside the English blocks.
"...hn."
The two boys walked around the school as Sora droned on about how amazing Roxas was while the other remained silent, barely listening.
"I mean honestly, have you seen the way your hair looks compared to mine? Mine looks like a feather duster and yours... hah! It looks so perfect!"
"...ever heard of hair gel?"
"And your eyes! They're the lightest shade of blue ever, like the clear sky in a sunny weather. Free and calm... happy and bright... you just wanna stare at them everyday and get lost in thoughts of them..."
"...your eyes are blue too, you do know that."
"And you're so intelligent! I mean, I know you don't answer questions in class since you're so quiet and all, but you read so many books; I bet one day you'd be a famous multi-millionaire novelist!"
"...it's called a hobby."
"Haaaah..." The ignorant yet talkative boy sighed to himself, daydreaming about the many other good things that could come about to Roxas, including the blonde's election in presidency and of course, seeing the biggest, most sincere and heartwarming smile gracing Roxas' features.
"...I'd bet you'd look even more beautiful if you just smiled."
Roxas turned to the free-spirited boy with confusion blended in his eyes. He wasn't very appreciative of the flattery — he knew nobody ever said good things about him unless they wanted something, of course. Roxas didn't even know if Sora was being serious or not, but with the way the brunette's azure eyes have been sparkling, he couldn't say the boy was bluffing.
Hmm, so the Leonhart teen wanted to see him smile, huh? Well, tough luck there, Sora. If the guy didn't know already, Roxas Strife never smiled. It wasn't exactly a good, daily-basis kind of thing to him. The word "smile" did not even exist in the older boy's vocabulary. And sure, he knew what it meant, but he didn't understand why so many people had this fake, fake, fake expression of happiness on their faces. Just because one wasn't smiling, it didn't mean they were a sad, sad cause in the world who did nothing but curl up in a corner and cry, feeling sorry for themselves and their pathetic lives. Hmph. What a futile dream. It was more possible to see a flying pig than to see Roxas Strife smile.
"...I don't smile, Sora." The blonde said bluntly, already secretly annoyed with the loud-mouthed class favourite.
"WHAAAAT? But why?"
Roxas snorted irritatedly. "Because I just don't."
"But—"
"Look, I just don't, okay? Goodbye now, Sora."
And before the Destiny College student could finish what he was saying, Roxas stomped off the other direction, tired of being around the brunette and his blabbering self. Soon afterwards, the bell which marked the end of lunchtime rang, so Sora had no choice but to end it for the day and try again tomorrow. After all, he was making some progress, at the very least. Rushing things would just make the Twilight newcomer walk away like he did. He just wished Roxas wasn't going to be stubborn about it.
"Haaah. This is harder than I thought."
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Commencing Phase Three: The Ice Cream Bribery!
"Here. I'm sorry about yesterday. Whatever I did, I hope that doesn't stop us being friends."
A cold popsicle wrapped up in a frozen white packet was handed out to the blue-eyed blonde, who was sitting at the banks of the field listening in to people making aggressive shout-outs in a serious rugby game and reading yet another new novel. Roxas took the offering and stared at it, muttering a quiet "thank you" to his newfound brown-haired companion.
"What's this?" He asked as he unwrapped it, never before seeing a popsicle so... deep blue. He left his novel sitting on his lap as he eyed the ice cream bar, looking for any traces of chocolate chunks or whatever people put in ice cream nowadays.
"It's sea-salt ice cream, of course!" Sora cried enthusiastically, plopping himself next to Roxas. "Here at Destiny College, everyone goes nuts wanting to get their hands on it. It's usually limited-stock in the cafeteria but I got lucky and bought us some! Told you I'd treat you sometime, right? That time is now! Eat up!"
The Twilight High student complied and took a bite of the blue treat, which indeed tasted very good. Sweet, vanilla-flavoured, with a subtle, if not prominent, salty tang. Roxas should have some more of these — something with vanilla in it was a typical must-have for the Strife teen.
A pair of inquisitive azure eyes were focused on his face after Roxas finished eating the ice cream bar. Sora was very close to him, and as an anti-social introvert he began to feel uncomfortable with the personal bubble breach.
"Soooo, how was it? Was it good? Does it make you want to jump up and yell uncle? Does it? DOES IT?"
Uggh. So annoying. He contemplated on what would happen if he lied and said no, but Roxas wasn't too cruel a person as to offend a classmate of his who bothered enough to befriend him. Still, he would've preferred to survive the whole year without such an irritating excuse of a companion. This Sora person was annoying, but kind-hearted nonetheless. It was uncanny, how the hyperactive azure-eyed boy reminded Roxas of someone... very dear to him. It was immediately difficult to dislike the guy even if he tried.
"It's good."
"Whaaa~? Just good?"
"What, you asked me if it was good and I say yes." The quiet boy replied without a trace of emotion on his face.
"Not delicious or to-die for? Just okay?"
"I should have more of these. That a better reply?" He admitted honestly, pocketing the wrapper and popsicle stick for a later disposal before picking up his book to read where he left off.
The boys were left in silence for a while, and Roxas only noticed something was wrong after reading a page without interruption. He looked to his left to see Sora thinking about something, complete with a hand under his chin and the scrunched-up face for emphasis.
"I dunno what I did wrong... I was pretty sure sea-salt ice cream would do the trick... Maybe one wasn't enough..." The brunette muttered to himself, sighing. A tap on his shoulder brought him back to reality when he realized Roxas was trying to ask if he was okay.
"...huh? Oh, yeah. Yeah. I'm fine. You said you wanted more sea-salt ice cream, right?" Sora gave the boy what he knew was his best smile ever. For some reason, Roxas did not like this at all because he was frowning more pronouncedly, as if it was possible to do so since the blonde frowned everyday. Instead of making a comment, however, he closed his novel and stood up, ready to go somewhere. Sora was afraid he had failed again, hanging his head down in disappointment under the impression that the older boy was going to walk away once more.
Surprisingly, he saw a hand extended out to him, which Roxas waited patiently for him to take. "Come on. Let's go. We'll get more ice cream to wipe that fake smile off your face and replace it with a real one." He said, presenting his hand once more to Sora. How the blonde knew he was faking it, he did not know. His smiles were never see-through; he was the class clown for goodness sake! The brunette began to grin as he accepted the hand and stood up, wondering how their roles reversed in a time span of one minute. He was supposed to make Roxas smile, not the other way around...
'My plan needs some desperate measures,' he concluded inwardly as the two eleventh-graders made their way towards the very crowded cafeteria at the other side of the school.
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Commencing Phase Four: I'm The Joker and I'll Put a Smile on Your Face!
Okay, okaaay! Here's another one; I've been taught this when I was small and I just couldn't ever ever forget it! There was a little four year old who wanted to go to school, and so he asked his mom if he could, and she said if he could give her four different and interesting sentences on a piece of paper, then she would send him to school. He took a pen and a pad of paper then went outside to walk around the streets, when he saw one of his friends exit his house in a Batman costume. The boy's dressed-up neighbour was so ecstatic about being a superhero that he kept on shouting, "I am Batman! I am Batman!" The little four year old wrote this call down as the first interesting sentence to give to his mom."
"Oooh! Oooh! What happened next?" A random girl from Sora's class asked while she and all her friends listened to the class clown tell another one of his daily, I'm-here-to-make-you-smile kind of jokes. It was nine in the morning and Sora and his classmates were waiting for their homeroom teacher to arrive, who was already ten minutes late as of the moment. Instead of sitting around there doing nothing while they waited, the happy-go-lucky brunette decided to draw everyone's attention to listen to his anecdote-of-a-joke, Roxas Strife included.
"Well, what happened next was the little four year old went walking along the streets of his neighbourhood like he planned to, when he stumbled across the nearest convenience store and went inside. A woman at the counter was waiting for her items to be scanned when she asked the cashier how much one of the items are. "2.50, absolutely!" The cashier replied, and this was the second sentence the little four year old jotted down on his pad. It was getting sort of dark so he had to get home soon, and when he arrived at his house he found he really, really needed to go to the toilet." Sora voiced out narratively, looking through the crowd gathered around him to see if a certain blue-eyed blonde was listening in. Much to his intentions, Roxas was at his seat, a book in his hands which he closed to pay attention to his story. Hehehe, of course. Roxas loved stories. Sora better tell this one extra carefully then.
"Oooh, and then? And then what happened?" Another girl cried, starting the chain of giggling girls who pleaded to him to continue.
"Okay, okay... So the four year old rushed towards their bathroom frantically, but the door was locked and he realized someone was inside. "Open up please! I need to go!" He demanded desperately, knocking on the door for all it was worth. The only reply he got though was from his sister who was shouting, "I'm in the toilet!" But as the boy was in utter pain, he only heard her saying, "...in the toilet! In the toilet!""
The sound of laughter rang around the classroom, and Sora was pleased to see all his classmates look so happy and smiling back at him. When he looked at Roxas on the other hand, the blonde still looked as serious and unhappy as ever, which disheartened him a little but he promised he'd keep on trying to make him smile. 'I won't put a smile on his face if I give up! No way!'
"Anyway, what happened next was that the four year old was able to go to the toilet after waiting for his sister to come out. After washing his hands though, he decided that he'd write down what he heard as the third sentence to give to his mom. This of course left him with only one more sentence to find, and so he began his search for the last sentence which would soon be the key to send him to school. He was looking for his dad to ask him for help when the four year old found him in the living room, sprawled up and over the couch with a bag of popcorn in hand. His dad was watching an action movie about robotic cars, and on television was the fight scene between the good and the bad robot. The good robot won of course, and the bad robot flew away somewhere, saying, "I SHALL RETURN!" before he went off-scene. The little four year old was happy about that sentence so he wrote it down as well before going off to his mother and showing her his amazing accomplishment."
This time around, his classmates drew closer to him as his dramatic pause indicated he was about to deliver the punchline. Roxas was still listening, thankfully, and their homeroom teacher was still nowhere to be seen.
"The next day, his mother kept her promise and told him she'd send him to school early in the morning. The little four year old was so happy, he lost track of time and ended up staying awake past midnight. He woke up late the next morning and rushed as fast as he could to prepare himself for school. His mother dropped him off at the school gates and said goodbye, and the little four year old soon found himself standing in front of a really tall and scary-looking guard. "What's your name, son?" The guard questioned, hands in his pockets as he waited for a reply. The four year old panicked as he didn't know what to say, so he said the first sentence that came to his mind instead. "I am Batman!" He said proudly, hoping his answer was right. Maybe this was a test to get in school? Thank his mother for telling him to find those sentences; he'd never know what to do otherwise!
The guard rose one of his eyebrows before he smiled at the little kid, thinking to himself that the kid must have had really big dreams. "I see... but seriously? What is your name, son?"
"I am Batman! I am Batman!"
Apparently the little boy was persistent about his name being Batman. "Fine then," the guard said, opting for a different question. "And how old are you?"
"2.50, absolutely!" The four year old answered, smiling to himself as he believed he was doing well.
"Heh, 2.50 huh? Never heard of it. Are you sure?"
"2.50, absolutely!"
The guard was not sure this kid was even a student and was probably just joking around with him. "And where do you live?" He asked, waiting for the boy to answer seriously.
"...in the toilet!"
"You... live in the toilet. Really?"
"...in the toilet!"
The guard was not amused any longer and so he told the four year old to go back home and stop playing games with him as politely as possible. The four year old, concerned this was once again another test, collected himself into the best retreating stance he could do, and with the strongest voice he could use, shouted, "I SHALL RETURN!" before ninja-running back to his house."
His whole classroom erupted with chuckling and uncontrollable laughter. The boys were clapping like retarded seals and slapping each other on their backs while the girls modestly had a hand over their mouths to soften their giggles. Riku was shaking in amusement, repeating the "I am Batman" phrase all over again while Kairi and Naminé tried hard not to burst out laughing and embarrass themselves.
'Another well-told story,' Sora praised himself, proud and glad he was the cause all of his classmates' merriment. Unfortunately, the one person he wanted laugh the most was somehow still frowning like a stubborn stain never wanting to go away.
Sora walked up to his desk and beamed at the blonde tenaciously. "Hey Roxas, knock knock!"
The Twilight High student looked at him pointedly, drilling his confusion into shining azure orbs.
"This is when you reply 'who's there', and when I say something, you say whatever I said with a 'who' in the end, then I deliver the punchline!" Sora instructed, still freaking smiling like his life depended on it. Seriously, the guy was an ocean of happiness!
On the other hand, Sora was thinking about how on earth Roxas has never heard of a knock-knock joke before. Was Twilight Town a place for sad people? If it was, he oughta go there and knock some happiness into everyone! The world was a good place! Everyone should be smiling and thankful they're alive!
After sometime Roxas finally spoke up, hating the fact that everyone in class was now staring at himself and the ever-so-irritating Sora. "Who's there..." He droned on with the most boring, lackadaisical tone ever.
"Sora!" The aforementioned brunette cried, throwing a peace sign at the air with glee. Roxas swore he was so much like... him. It wasn't until he found his eyes starting to water that he became aware of his depleting self-control. The older boy clenched his fists to refrain himself from crying, opting instead to play along with Sora's game.
"Sora who?"
With this, Sora grinned at him even more; positive aura covering all four corners of the classroom. The Leonhart boy first waited for extreme silence before delivering the punchline of his joke.
"Why aren't you smiling? My heart feels Sora't seeing how sad you look right now..." He claimed dramatically, a hand over his chest and kneeling like a prince begging for a girl's hand in marriage. The rest of the class started snickering and laughing at the corny joke, as well as the comical scene between their favourite classmate and the new transfer student.
"Hah! Kiss him now, Sora!" Someone said, which started the chant of "kiss him, kiss him, kiss him!" and "Sora likes the new kid" echoing around the classroom. The azure-eyed boy immediately blushed ten-fold, flustered with the misunderstanding of his classmates and the implication that he had a crush on Roxas.
"No you got it all wrong, guys! I was just trying to make Roxas smile!"
The cerulean-eyed boy was unfazed by the commotion, but he angrily left the classroom before Sora could even stop him. His leaving made the class roar up with "aww"s and "go after him"s, all courtesy of Riku-bastard, Sora's highly aggravating supposedly-best friend. 'I'll kill him later,' Sora decided, before he too exited the classroom in search of Roxas, bumping into their extremely-tardy-it's-not-even-funny homeroom teacher along the way.