OK so this one isn't technically inspired by any music, although I could probably find a song that fit's it in several ways if I had the time. Which I do not, because I really need to be working on the animation I have to have finished in like... two weeks. So this one is actually inspired by the stuffed raccoon i have. Sometimes when I curl up with it I think about this little idea so I figured I would write it and post it here, even if it's not really about a I wanted to do something quick and fluffy.

Also, my fingers have this bad habit of typing form instead of from all the time, and of course spellcheck doesn't pick that up. So I apologize if I miss any. Feel free to let me know, I edited this pretty quickly.

Roxas was not a girl, and he most definitely was not a 10 year old girl. So why his boyfriend was currently sticking a stuffed fox in his face was beyond him. It was about 3 feet long, with stubby stuffed legs and soft red fur. It was also not any kind of holiday were gift giving could be expected, and Roxas knew for sure that it was not their anniversary of any kind.

So why was his boyfriend of several months (and best friend of most of his life) trying to shove a stuffed fox up his nose?

"It's supposed to remind you of me." Axel finally tried to explain. "You know, same red hair, same green eyes, same amazingly cunning personality." His crooked smile could be seen from behind the fluff. "It even smells like me."

Curious, Roxas leaned forward far enough to sniff the stuffed fox and sure enough it smelled like Axel: his specific brand of cologne as well as the smell of burnt out matches. All it was missing was the undertone that was completely Axel, but he thought Roxas wouldn't appreciate him rubbing his armpits all over a gift such as this one.

"I almost set it on fire a few times trying to get it to smell like burnt matches." Axel admitted, chuckling nervously. When Roxas simply continued to stare at it, Axel finally broke, "Well?"

"If this is your way of telling me you're dying or breaking up with me, I am going to set it on fire for real and throw it through your window." Roxas answered calmly.

"What? Noooo." Axel shook his head, finally pulling the stuffed animal back towards himself and out of Roxas's face. He was clearly very nervous now, shifting from one foot to the other and avoiding eye contact. "I just- I talked to your… therapist, about me going to college on the other side of town? And uh… how I won't be there for you when you… have uh… p-panic attacks."

Ah, that was why he was so nervous. Roxas had frequent panic attacks and the subject was somewhat taboo because he hated talking about it. They all knew it was there and that he was dealing with it, but he didn't think they all needed to talk about it. Talking to a therapist once a week was bad enough, he didn't want to ruin his time with friends and family, and of course his boyfriend, talking about his mental issues. Roxas growled lowly in the back of his throat, deciding to allow it this once, "Spit it out already, Axe."

"Well uh, he said being available for you to call during an a-attack was good, but it would be even better if you had something to hold onto that smelled like me, since, you know, I always hold you during an a-a… yeah." He shifted on his feet for a second before reaching down into his backpack at his feet. "I got you a small one too, that you can bring with you? I-if you want." He held out a little red fox, only a few inches big really.

Roxas continued to stare for a while longer, considering it. Axel was two years older than Roxas and was going to college on the other side of the city, so he wouldn't be there for Roxas like he had been since the panic attacks started two years before. Axel had always been the one that Roxas called, even before his own brother. Axel was the one that was with him when he had the very first attack, and although he flailed around for a few minutes, not knowing what was happening or what to do, he quickly pulled himself together and managed to calm Roxas down. It was the panic attacks that got them together in the first place, after a particularly bad one when Axel whispered a few too many things to Roxas, leading to an awkward conversation that mostly consisted of "Did you really mean that?" and "Well yeah, really," and finally ended in "I think I love you too."

Axel had been really unsure about going to college and being mostly out of reach of Roxas. He considered taking a two year break so he could just go to college with Roxas, but a few smacks over the head by said blond made him reconsider. He still refused to leave the city though and decided on the tech school a half hour from home. He contacted all of his professors as soon as he could to inform them about the situation and that he might need to leave class for a few moments every now and then to answer his phone. Most of them had no problem as long as he didn't disturb the rest of class, one grumbled that it was his grade that may suffer and his money he may be wasting, while another practically cooed over how adorable it was that he wanted to help his boyfriend that much. One of them unfortunately told him no. He switched to a different professor as soon as he could.

Roxas took the stuffed fox, burying his nose in it again (it really did smell quite a bit like Axel) and looked up at Axel with those big blue eyes. "Thank you."

Axel was sitting in the back of class, only half paying attention to the professor read over the syllabus. Really, did they need to read it for them? Were they not capable of reading a few pages of words? Whatever. Axel scribbled on the corner of the paper, hoping to get out early so he could hang out with Roxas for a little while tonight.

His pocket vibrated.

"Shit." He whispered under his breath. Everyone that called him knew he was in class and not to call him, so the only person it could be was Roxas, and the only reason he would call in the middle of Axel's class was if he was having a panic attack. Axel quietly got up from his seat, slipping out the door he had wisely sat right next to when he entered the class.

"Roxas?"

"A-ax…Axel." On the other side of the city, curled up in a ball on his bedroom floor, was Roxas, clinging to the stuffed fox Axel had giving him a week before, his eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to imagine it was Axel he had his arms around.

"Roxas. It's all right, I'm right here." He could hear Axel's soothing voice over the phone. It wasn't quite the same as having him in person, but it would have to do. "I'm right here. I won't leave you. I'll be over there later tonight, right? You're all right, Roxas." Axel continued to rattle off soothing words and promises. Promises that he would never leave Roxas, that he would be over later, that he loved Roxas, that he would always be there for him, while Roxas fought his own breath. Finally after what felt like hours to the blond, but was probably only a few moments, his breathing smoothed out, and his heat rate slowed down to normal. Still clinging to the stuffed fox, he let the tears fall. He hated this. Hated feeling so weak, so out of control of his own body. He hated having to rely on someone else to help him, to assure him he was safe. He hated pulling Axel out of something so important to deal with his boyfriend's mental problems.

"I'm sorry," He whispered over the phone.

"It's alright. Those were not empty words, Roxas."

"I know." They were silent for a moment more. "Thank you."

Axel chuckled softly, "Anytime. I love you, Roxas."

Roxas sniffled softly, running his nose over the soft fur of the security fox, taking in the comforting smell of burnt matches and cologne. "I love you too, Axel."

I apologize if I got that all wrong with the panic attacks. I did some quick research but most of that was just me assuming things. I don't get panic attacks, and I have never been in a situation with someone who has or was having one, but I like to get out of my comfort, and knowledge, zone.