Kind

It'd been a landslide victory, but not for him. Naminé Ronsenburg, ridiculous surname aside, had completely and utterly stomped him into the ground with her majik lapin. Needless to say, Roxas was in a huff.

Munching on his third bar of sea-salt ice cream, he was annoyed to see Naminé trotting up towards him, a bar of delicious-looking brawlamari chars in hand. She sat down beside him on the ground wordlessly.

"What?" Roxas snapped, staring at the ground. "If you're gonna pity me, then leave me alone."

"I'm not saying sorry," she said, then shrunk away into her oversized white jacket. "I-I mean, I'd been training for months, and, um, I really wanted to win..."

"I've been training for years."

She took another lick of her lolly, then handed him a bar of brawlamari chars.

"Huh?"

"You were looking at it earlier..."

He hesitantly took it, unwrapping the packaging. "Thanks..."


Riku was, despite his appearance of looking like the grand king of all icebergs, surprisingly kind. It turned out that they sat near each other in a lot of classes, and he'd lend her a pen or pencil when she always forgot her own. Sometimes, she felt as if she'd forgotten it on purpose, just to see him roll his eyes as he took out another fancy pen, but that was ridiculous! She'd known him for, what, a couple of weeks? And he didn't hang around with her outside of classes... still, it was a nice feeling, to be appreciated by someone that wasn't her family.

"Shiki," Riku muttered, taking out another pen. "I swear you do this on purpose. I can't even give you one to keep, because you'll lose it."

"No need to hold such little faith in me, Riku!" she cried. Third blue pen this week, score!


Completed: 4/50.