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It was nearing midnight when Zexion decided he was hungry. He didn't want to get up and head to the kitchen, but he doubted anyone would be there at this ungodly hour.
He threw on his organization coat and softly padded down the halls in his bare feet. He flinched at every noise he made, expecting one of the other members to wake up and try to talk to him – something he didn't want to do, especially at this time of night.
As he neared the kitchen, he saw that the light was on, spilling into the hallway. Zexion almost turned back, but his night time hunger won over.
He slipped into the kitchen and groaned. Of all the people he could have run into, it had to be Demyx, quietly humming to himself.
At the sound, Demyx turned around, and upon seeing the slate-haired man standing before him, grinned.
"What are you doing up at this time of night, Zexy?" He said, walking forwards.
Zexion just stared at the spiky-haired blonde, trying to comprehend how he was still his energetic self in the middle of the night.
Demyx frowned. "Zexy? Zexion, are you even awake, or are you sleepwalking?"
Zexion blinked and shook his head, his voice quiet as he spoke. "Hungry."
The smile was back on the blonde's face. "Hungry? Why didn't you say so in the first place?" He turned back around, making his way to the fridge. "So what do you want? Not that we have much variety." He frowned. "Is a sandwich okay?"
His brain finally catching up with the situation, he shook his head a second time. "Demyx, I can make my own food. I don't need your help."
"But I don't want to go back to bed," Demyx whined.
"And how does me preparing my own food stop you from staying?"
Demyx paused. "Well… if I don't make myself useful, you'll just tell me to go away and stop bothering you." Zexion had to admit, the blonde was right for once. Apparently there was a brain in that head of his, no matter how small.
He started to walk past Demyx, towards the fridge, but he was cut off. Glancing up, he saw a solemn look on Demyx's face and an almost pleading look in his deep blue eyes.
"You know, sometimes I wish it doesn't feel like you hate me." He paused, looking deep into Zexion's eyes, searching. "You don't, do you?" He asked, leaning forwards.
Zexion, still half asleep, shook his head. "Not hate. You're just too energetic. And you slack off. Constantly."
Demyx jerked his head back, smiling. "Really? That's it?" He paused, calming himself down. "I don't have to be energetic, y'know. And I only slacked off so I could – never mind," he cut himself off, ribbing the back of his neck. "Just – I can change, Zex. You'll see."
With that, he stepped around Zexion, and exited the kitchen, pulling the door closed behind him.
What was that? Thought Zexion, trying to comprehend what had just taken place. Unable to come up with an explanation for the blonde's behaviour, he pushed the incident out of his mind. Grabbing an apple from the fridge, he walked back to his room, taking a bite from the fruit. Red Delicious. Not the best, But tasty enough, he thought as he opened the door to his room.