The previous chapter is marked as 5, but is actually .5, sorry!
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"Hey Aerith." Sora stopped Aerith after Riku had left for his locker, and they stood alone outside the school. "Can I... can I borrow your perfume for a second?"
Aerith blushed, then smiled. "Sure. But... what would you need it for?" She handed him a tiny pink bottle, and Sora shoved it inside his backpack and sprayed. He coughed as the nostalgic smell hit him, and he handed the bottle back.
"Nothing." As Aerith seemed to ponder why someone she barely knew would ask to use her perfume, Sora interrupted her. "You like Riku, right?" Aerith flushed and looked down at her hands.
"Is it that obvious?" She toyed with a loose strand of hair, her voice low and cautious.
"No, of course not." The warning bell rang and Sora walked off, smiling warmly back at her. Her smell emanated from his backpack, still strong. "I'm sure he feels the same way."
Sora ran, leaving the tiny seed of hope within her. He was finally going to grow some plants, he thought.
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Sora grinned. He hadn't even shared his sinister plan with Kairi- she thought he was gay.
But didn't she also hint that he should date Yuffie? His brow furrowed before Riku came into his view.
Sora back away a few inches, trying to peek over the wall while not being noticed.
Though, for a school filled with students, Sora was sticking out like a sore thumb. He ignored the whisperings of "What an odd freshman.." and "Freak" as he studied what Riku was dialing in as his locker combination.
Riku's voice echoed as he stared at his locker. "If you wanted my locker combination, you could've just asked." Sora glanced around. If Riku wasn't talking with anyone, then...
Sora sighed and pulled himself out from behind the wall. "How'd you see me?" Riku smiled, and ruffled his hand through Sora's spikes.
"Next time you try to hide, account for the large spikes too." Riku winked and pulled out one last textbook before disappearing among the crowd of students hurrying to their next class, leaving his locker wide open to Sora.
Sora stared at where Riku stood, dumbfounded. He felt his body flush with warmth at Riku's pat.
No one had touched him lovingly since... since he turned 10.
Sora shook his head, trying to disperse such stupid thoughts. Why the hell was he thinking about Riku touching him? He glanced around to make sure the coast was clear, and he delicately placed a pink letter that smelled horrendously girly inside of Riku's locker, and closed it.
This was also payback for Riku's insult to Sora's writing- he bet that Riku wouldn't be able to tell!
At this rate, he was going to be the best man at Riku's wedding.
And no one was going to suspect a thing, he thought smugly.
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Yuffie stared at Sora's wide spikes. They were parted by Riku's hand... the hand that belonged to a body that smiled warmly at Sora, and the hand that disappeared as Sora dropped a love letter in Riku's locker.
She was going to be strong, and finally ask Sora to the dance.
But Riku... and Sora...?
She didn't know what to do.
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