Category: Mild Romantic Fluff

Characters: Sora, Jasmine

Requested By: cornholi4 (FanFiction)

Additional Tags: College AU

A dreamy smile was on Sora's face as he leaned over his desk with a lightly blushing cheek in one hand with the other slowly, methodically, absently twirling his pencil, hazy blue eyes currently locked onto the radiant young woman seated exactly two rows ahead and one seat to the left of him. A deep, admiring sigh exited his lungs as he sat there admiring her, not even paying attention to the droning of their history professor pointing at some map or another on the PowerPoint. Her name was Jasmine, and she was the most beautiful creature that he had even seen; thick, luscious dark brown hair that framed her face in flowing waves, beautiful caramel latte skin that glowed like the desert's setting sun, warm brown eyes with thick brown lashes that Sora so easily envisioned himself getting lost in. His elbow slid over the smooth surface of the desk as he craned his neck further trying to get a better look at her; all he succeeded in doing was slamming his head down onto the table with a loud smack! He flushed pink at the chorus of giggles that bubbled up around him, namely from one of his best friends that was sitting beside him- Roxas.

"Dude, would you just man up and get her number already?" the blonde boy snorted in derision. Sora growled lightly in response, peering through his spiky brown bangs up at the sneering guy.

"Shut up, Roxas, it ain't that easy…"

"You talking about Jasmine?" Xion asked from Roxas' other side, leaning forword so that she could be involved in the conversation. "Isn't she dating that Aladdin guy?" For effect, the raven-haired girl gestured to the Arabian man seated beside Jasmine who was feeding his totally illegal pet monkey apple slices under the desk. Sore grunted in a bout of triumphant laughter.

"Nah, they're just friends."

"You know that, but you don't know her number?" Roxas tutted with a shake of his head. "This is ridiculous. I can't deal with your groaning and moaning anymore," he muttered. Sora lifted up his head as Roxas scrawled something hastily on a piece of notebook paper, tore it free from his binder, and crumpled it up into a ball.

"H-hey, what're you- Oh my God, no!" Sora hissed in utter dismay as Roxas reared back and launched the wad of paper at the back of Jasmine's head. Roxas had a pitcher's arm, and the projectile smacked right into his intended target; she gasped lightly aloud and her hair whipped over her shoulder as she wildly glanced back, eyes darting through the crowd to see who would dare chuck the paper at her. Sora had slammed his head down on the desk again and was shielding it with his arms, whining miserably. Through the small gap in his arms, he saw Roxas motion to her to open up the paper. Warily, Jasmine did as bid, leaning down to retrieve the crumpled ball and, as quietly as she could, unwrinkled it to see what was written on the page.

"I hate you."

"You ain't about to in five seconds," Roxas laughed back. Whining with the pitch of a wailing jet engine, Sora could only watch in dismay as Jasmine's brown eyes danced over the penciled words. He jumped violently in his seat as they darted back to lock right onto him, so violently in fact that he kicked his backpack two feet forward and made the desk screech against the floor, making the whole back of the class snicker at him again. He shrunk down into his chair with a raging blush, wishing for nothing more than to melt through a hole in the floor and never return, as the girl's piercing eyes regarded him levelly. Slowly, note in hand, she turned around to resume listening to the teacher's lecture. Sora wasn't sure if it was a good sign that she gently laid the note down on her desk rather than crumpling it back up and beaming it right for his bright red forehead. "Relax," Roxas chuckled as he slapped Sora on the back encouragingly. "I got this."

Sora only responded with another wheedling groan. He would have to get the notes from Xion after this, because there was no way in hell he was going to be able to focus because he was too busy wondering which way Jasmine was gonna smack the hell out of him after class. Upside the head? On his cheek? Maybe she would go straight for an uppercut or a sucker-punch… Sora spent so much time spiraling into worse and worse probabilities that he didn't even notice class was over- that is, until the girl he was currently panicking over was standing right in front of his desk. When her pretty manicured nails tapped lightly on the surface of the desk to get him to lift his head, which was shoved down into his arms, he did way more than that; he jerked up like a rod, vibrating the desk as he quivered in absolute alarm. When she quirked an eyebrow at him, he felt like he was gonna explode.

"H-h-h-hey J-jasmine…" Roxas was bent over double trying to contain his laughter at the horribly pitiful display he was putting on. At least Xion tried to smile at him- at least, for all of three seconds before her cheeks bulged out and her hand flew to her mouth to contain the loud snort. Sora deflated, hand delving into the spiky tufts of his brown hair. "Look, Jasmine, I'm sorry. Ro-"

"Is it true?"

"Do wut?" He gaped owlishly at her. She flipped the note around and his blue eyes slowly drifted down to the messy writing scribbled across it basically admitting that he was totally over-the-moon for her. His cheeks turned the color of cherry blossoms as his startled blue eyes rose to her inquisitive but not judgmental ones. "Oh, hehehehe… Um…. Yeah…" he admitted in a teeny-tiny shy voice. He smiled sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "I guess you're, uh, gonna tell me to buzz off or somethin' now, right?" Of course she is! She's so pretty and outta my league… I totally fudged it about Aladdin, too; what if they are dating? I mean, I can take that guy, but still!

"No…" He looked up with bugging eyes as her pretty lips curled into a shy smile. "I was going to say that if you'd like, I'll meet you at Starbuck's at three to chat." Sora gaped stupidly at her while his little pea brain attempted to process what she had said. When it did, it didn't have nearly enough capacity to form coherent sentences, so he settled for wildly nodding his head instead. As she giggled girlishly and gave him a small wave before strutting off, Sora melted into a pile of lovestruck goo against the desk.

"Ah… No way… We're gonna go to Starbuck's 3" he cooed as he basically reached nirvana. The tingling that was traveling all over his body surely signaled the release of his soul from his material form. Well, he had to grab it and force it back in, because there was no way he was gonna miss his date! Now that the girl was gone, Roxas no longer cared about somewhat preserving Sora's dignity; with an unrestrained howl of laughter, he began beating his fist against the desk while he remained bent over from cackling so hard.

"Holy shit! You looked so uncool! You better count yourself lucky that she likes goofballs, because Jesus Christ!" With a deep gulp for air, he sat up, face flushed and tears at the corners of his eyes. Sora didn't know whether to glare at him or laugh with him, because loathe as he was to admit it, he probably did look like a big bungling buffoon. Par for the Sora course. Roxas continued chuckling as he wiped the tears from his eyes. "Ahhh, man… That was good… Ehe, you owe me ice cream for this one, Sora."

"Yeah, I suppose I do. Thanks. Though I coulda done without you laughin' at me."

"Look, I'm nice, not a saint."

"Heehee, you two… Sora, three o'clock isn't far off. You should probably hurry!" Xion told him. With a gasp, Sora leaped out of his desk. Well, he attempted to leap, but his foot caught on one of the desk chairs and he ended up sprawled out on his belly. Groaning, he stretched out an arm to retrieve his backpack and then hurriedly scrambled up, yelling good-bye to Roxas and Xion as he hauled ass out of the lecture hall. He could barely hear the shouts of protest as he barreled down the hallway and out the building, shooting down the sidewalk in the direction of the campus library. He didn't hear them, because his heart was singing with joy. He jumped up to pump his fist in the air with a hyped crow of his voice.

I got a date with Jasmine! Thank God for wingmen…