A/N: Because drabbles about little-squishy-kid!Sora and little-squishy-kid!Riku bring a warm, fuzzy feeling to my heart.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts.
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"It is a sweet thing,
friendship, a dear balm,
A happy and auspicious bird of calm..."
Shelly
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—because he is Sora, sweet, guileless, precious Sora with a heart made of gold and a gaze drenched in sea foam, sugared ice, and everything that is wonderfully nice. He is your friend – best friend - and it is because of this you endure the silly things he often does, will always do, because Sora just wouldn't be Sora if such were not the childish case.
So when you find him— wind-swept, sand-flecked, and clutching at your favorite toy in two jagged-horrible pieces, you want to yell at him, scold the living daylights out of him –I never want to speak to you again!- You promised.
But then you see the criss-crossed meshing of tape across the tiny, tear-dappled wooden thing, the dribbles of glue sticking to the crenelated edges, and the tragic state of Sora's little, little and oh-so-incapable hands. Anger wilting, annoyance melting, the world is softening evanesce!— because he's looking at you right now with a dazzling blue stare riddled with woe, remorse, and a heart-breaking sort of despair, and you find it is all you can do not to cherish him, not to kiss him, and not to love him.
He cries.
I'm so sorry, Riku. Look, I tried to fix it. P-please don't hate me, please.
Riku sighs; rests a hand against his sepia-downy hair and cracks a smile.
Silly Sora. It's alright, I forgive you.
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But only for him.
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