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"Whatever, I'm bored anyway." Riku stood up and stretched his shoulders. His muscles were well defined (let's not deny it) and his oh-so lightly sun-kissed skin shimmered in the daylight -a lovely contrast to his silver hair during the nighttime. His aquamarine eyes scanned his surroundings, and they just happened to stop on a certain brunet, not fifteen feet away.

Something about his neighbour was… intriguing. Three days ago, he had woken up in the clutches of the very boy he looked at. He recalled that moment for a while:

He woke up at around 7:15. Rubbing his eyes to adjust to the unfamiliar source of light, he looked around the room and remembered the previous night: Sora had had a break down about his family and that led 'comfort-Riku' to take the reins.

Riku looked down to his chest to find a very composed, very tranquil Sora, fluttering his eyelids on the precipice of alertness. The younger boy was half on him, half off him, clutching Riku's left shoulder. He knew he'd never find a more subtle opportunity than this, so his right arm cautiously drew up to Sora's soft back and began to pet, ever-so lightly with his fingertips.

He inhaled Sora's sweet scent with vitality, as if a drug to his morning sensitivity. Riku savoured this moment, for it was unknown when he would get this 'excuse' to be in such close quarters with his object of desire. My Desire. (He briefly cursed Yazoo for all those Victoria's Secret bottles he left out in the bathroom, with all their fascinating names.) Riku was touching his body with his own and he nearly got chills.

He looked at the nightstand beside the bed. Large, red digits read 7:23. School was in less than an hour. But oh, did he want so much to stay like this for many more hours to come. To enjoy the sight of Sora's serene expression; to lay under the very touch, weight, and warmth of his body was incredibly enticing.

Sora stirred.

He'd absolutely love to hear those small sounds all the livelong day! And that's when it occurred to him. That was when his mind was unwillingly thrown into the gutter.

Sora's legs were intertwined with Riku's, making a certain part of his anatomy rest near... a very similar part of Riku's. He blushed at the thought. He blushed even harder when he finally noticed a little 'activity' began to 'arise.'

Riku swallowed only to discover his throat had become dry. His attempts to calm his breathing were futile. He began to get a cold sweat from the situation mixed with the morning chill.

Grudgingly, he decided to wake his sleeping beauty. It was time for school. And school just always gets in the way.

It wasn't the fact that he was now seeing Sora half naked for the first time since they were scrawny freshmen that made Riku want to approach the boy. He couldn't put his finger on it, but no, it was definitely something else than what he was seeing now.

It was the way his deep blue eyes gleamed at him when he passed him in the halls. It was how cute he looked when he smiled back at him. It was all those times Riku had seen Sora in class or at his locker just being… normal.

Perhaps, more importantly, it was how Riku's blood suddenly began to pump faster at the thought (and up until three days ago, the very touch) of the boy.

He took a deep breath, made a fist and stepped forward with conviction. Sora was just getting up from sitting beside Vexen. "Thanks Sora!" The blond called overhead while writing his final answers.

"No problem." Sora turned around to see Riku approaching. His palms began to dampen instantly. His breath came in shallow and faster. He was now very aware that both he and the silverette before him were in swimming trunks…only. He swallowed. "Hey, Riku."

Riku cleared his throat to avoid any breaks in voice. "Hey. Spreading the academia?"

"Well, it will always astound me when someone that sleeps in the back of fifth period English, still manages to pull top marks." Sora laughed. Riku sat in the back left corner of the room next to the window, while Sora sat one desk forward and one desk to the right. And every time he looked back at the boy, he was always greeted by a pale face in silent serenity. The window brought in fair sunlight that bounced off each exposed curve of his fair skin.

The older boy chuckled at the praise. So he was memorable, eh? "Well, Jameson's got quite a soporific quality about her." 'Soporific.' They'd just learned that word last week in class.

"Oh yeah, if Shakespeare didn't already, she would." Sora rubbed the back of his head. Nervous habit. He looked around apprehensively while Riku could not keep his gaze from the more exposed view of the brunet's muscles. So lean, yet so strong… thus witnessed when throwing a volleyball.

Nervous silence. Should Riku ask him out? Or would it be too weird cause they'd been friends for a long time? Maybe he had waited too long and now all they could ever be was friends. But hold on a minute, Sora has never turned any of his motions away. He's certainly never given him any reason not to be asked out. Maybe. Riku snapped his fingers at his side a couple of times as a quench to the lack of movement.

"So, you hungry?" he tried to keep his tone nonchalant, casual; cool.

"Starving." Sora was surely in the mood to eat. Food or otherwise…

"How about I buy you lunch?" He flashed his signature smile that all the girls, guys (gay or straight) would find irresistible. Sora was no exception.

"That sounds g—" But the acceptance was never uttered.

Sora just felt a splitting pain behind his right eye and up into his forehead. He gasped out, falling to one knee, while holding his forehead tightly.

Riku knelt on the sand as well. "Sora! What's wrong?" He wrapped an arm around Sora's crouched back. Sora's blue eyes were shut tight in pain.

"Head… hurts." He got out. He knew this feeling. He'd gotten the same one three days ago only this time it was much harsher. It was pressure, needles, digging into the inner lining of your skull and rubbing alcohol onto it. It was paper cuts and grapefruit juice. Sunburn and burpees. Skidding your knees on a gym floor. Barbed-wire-dental floss. Sucking on candy until your taste buds are all scratched up and swollen. It hurt. "Eughh..Sympathy pains?"

Riku furrowed his brows. "Roxas?" He looked over to where the blond was sitting. And alas, he was in a similar position: Hands grasping his head and face contorted with pain. Only instead of Riku keeping the Strife boy company, there was Axel.

I'd be sympathetic too. He sighed and helped Sora up and walked over to the redhead and blond. "Well that explains it."


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