Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine. They belong to Square Enix.

I woke up the next morning with a smile on my face, despite the uneasy feeling in my gut. I didn't know what to think about what happened last night. I'd always assumed Sora was straight. To come in and find him like that… and take advantage of him like I had… had probably been the wrong way to go about it. Well, that made me feel like the biggest dick in the world. At least he still had no idea it had even really occurred.

I glanced over at his still, sleeping form before leaping out of bed. Today was Thursday, which meant that we would both be taking our last class of the week in about two and a half hours. After a quick shower, I decided to make breakfast for him as a sort of unknown, silent apology. I'd had no right to do what I did to him last night. Sure, if he'd really been willing and we were both in our right state of mind, something like that could have happened. But he'd been half asleep and I'd convinced him he was still dreaming. He probably would never have agreed to it otherwise. There was no sense beating myself up over it now when it was all said and done. Besides, it hadn't been all bad.

I sighed as I heard the shower start up again. Well, there was no turning back now. If Sora really did have any sort of physical attraction for me, I would get it out of him sooner or later. I grinned and looked down at myself. I was wearing a pair of loose-fitting blue jeans and a white t shirt. I chuckled and shrugged out of my shirt, throwing it toward the living area for later before tugging my jeans down a few inches to where they just barely showed the top of my hip bones.

I smiled when I heard Sora step out of the bathroom, nonchalantly flipping pancakes as he came into view. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him stiffen, his eyes going wide at the sight of me, and had to bite my lip to keep from laughing.

"Morning, Sunshine," I said, waving to him as he pulled up a stool at the kitchen counter. "Breakfast?"

"Blueberry pancakes?" he asked, eyeing me suspiciously.

"Yep," I said with a smile as I pushed a plate of his favorite breakfast delight toward him.

"Hey, Riku?" he asked, not looking me in the eye.

"Yeah?" I asked, raising an eyebrow and trying to look genuinely curious, though I pretty much knew what was coming.

"Last night…" he began, pulling his lips together. "Did anything… weird happen?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, looking puzzled.

"Never mind," he said with a nervous chuckle.

"What's up, Sora?" I asked, leaning across the counter toward him.

He shifted away from me and quickly said, "Nothing! It was… uh… just a dream I guess."

"Alright," I said, forcing myself to suppress a chuckle.

I made my way around the counter to sit next to him with my own plate. He gave out a tiny shiver as I brushed past him and I would have given anything to know what he was thinking right about then. I could tell that I was going to have so much fun with this. I'd made up my mind. It would be quite a challenge to get him to admit his attraction to me aloud, but once he did, I would make him mine. I'd sat up for a while last night thinking about it. I wasn't sure when the attraction started for me, but it was certainly there. Our friendship would never be the same again now that I knew about it. It didn't matter if he acknowledged or even knew about his own attraction. I would never be able to look at him the same way again.

I was halfway finished with my pancakes, lost in my own thoughts, before I realized that Sora hadn't even touched his. He was staring down at them intensely, probably caught up in his own mind.

"Hey, Sora?" I asked, reaching over to him.

He looked up at me with wide eyes and breathed, "Yeah?"

"Are you alright?" I asked, placing my hand on his shoulder. "Aren't you going to eat?"

"You know…" he said, quickly standing up with his back to me. "I'm not really feeling very well. Could I save them for later?"

"Sure," I said, walking over to him. I stood very closely behind him as I reached up to feel the side of his neck. "Are you sick or something?"

He turned suddenly and said, "I don't know. I… uh… I'll be in the bathroom."

"Will you be able to make it to class?" I asked. "We have to be there in an hour. Last class of the week, Sora, and he's giving us our grades on the test we took last time."

"Uh…" he said, backing toward the hallway. "Yeah. I should. I don't know, Riku. Just give me some time to think."

"Alright," I said with a nod, watching him swiftly turn and all but run into the bathroom.

Oh yes, I thought. This is going to be real fun.

Class that day was as exciting as ever, and when I say exciting, I mean boring as hell. We got our grades and went over the next section. Classical conditioning, Pavlov's dog… blah, blah, blah… basic psychology stuff.

I kept one eye on my notes and the other on Sora. I noticed how he kept glancing over at me every once in a while. I always caught his gaze and smiled, causing him to blush in turn. It was overall very amusing and got me through class without too much boredom.

When class was finally, thankfully over, I drove Sora to the Groceria, like every Thursday. Both our part time jobs began at noon and ended at five on Thursday so we could both get up bright and early Friday morning to go to work at six (for me) and seven (for Sora).

"You feeling up for work or do you still feel sick?" I asked as we pulled into the parking lot.

"I'm fine now," he said, waving at me as he rushed to get his apron on.

I chuckled knowingly and said, "What a cute little deli worker you are."

He faltered and tried to hide his enflamed cheeks as he said, "Uh… sure, whatever. Bye, Riku."

I chuckled again as I pulled away, heading toward the bookstore where I worked. I always got there a few minutes late on Thursdays, but the shift manager understood about school.

My old friend and coworker Selphie was there clocking in as soon as I walked through the door. She noticed me and waved.

"Hi, Selphie," I said with a smile. "How are you doing today?"

"Riku…" she said, tilting her head and eying me suspiciously. "You look different today. What's up?"

"Huh?' I said, puzzled. "Nothing…"

"I know what it is," she said, a knowing look on her face. "Who's the lucky girl?"

"What?" I asked, taken aback. I knew that my cheeks had to be the brightest shade of red right about then.

"Come on," she said, leaning on the counter. "You can't hide it from me. What's her name?"

"Selphie…" I started, not quite sure what to tell her.

"I'm pretty sure you're not dating me," she laughed.

"It's…" I said, looking around at the currently empty store. "It's actually… not a girl."

Her eyes went wide and her cheeks filled with color as she excitedly said, "I knew it! I knew it! Ha! Oh, please tell me… It's Sora isn't it?"

"What…" I blanched. "How did you… Why would you… What?"

"Oh please," she said, taking me by the arm and leading me deeper into the store. "So tell me… who asked who?"

"We're not… actually together," I said. "It's a bit of a story."

"So tell me," she said. "I'll be right with you, sir," she said as a customer entered the store. "Come on!"

"Well…" I began, not knowing really how to tell her. "I came home last night and Sora was having a dream about me, okay?"

"Okay…" she said, releasing a breath. "Was it a dream… or a dream?"

"Selphie…" I said, not wanting to talk about this anymore.

"I see," she said. "So… does he know that you know?"

"No," I said, "and it's staying that way."

"Alright, alright," she said, holding up her hands. "We'll talk about this after my shift is up. I have a customer to take care of right now."

I nodded and watched her walk away as I went into the back room to go through the new shipment we just received. I supposed there was no harm in Selphie knowing a little about what had happened, as long as she didn't know the whole story. She might like to know things herself, but she wasn't the kind of person who would go around telling other people. I would let it go this time, but she would probably be ragging me for more information or new developments, if there were any.

Of course, there would be new developments. Once I set my mind to something, I wasn't easily deterred. I would make Sora mine one way or another, and I had a pretty good idea brewing in my head right about now.

When Selphie was done helping her customer, I tapped her on the shoulder and said, "Hey, Selphie? I might need your help with something."

"Sure, Riku," she said with a puzzled look on her face. "What is it?"

I smiled down at her. Yes, I think this was going to work nicely.

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