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By Chance
One more day, Sora. Tomorrow…
Sora shoved the maroon-notebook under his bed and exited his bedroom, not bothering to make the bed. The brunet figured that he would do that later when he was more awake and alert. Right now, all he wanted to do was go on Riku's computer and get something to drink. Then he'd probably take a nap or see what Riku wanted to do for the remainder of the day. That sounded like a good idea.
Today's the … fifth day, right? The fifth day I've been here. Sora then proceeded to briefly recap. The first day I found the notebook on the subway, I'm assuming. And then Riku and I got in an argument and I went to bed crying… The second day I met Naminé and Riku and I got into a real fight and then went to the café. The third day Riku suggested we try and be friends … and we both went to the café and I got to meet Roxas. Not the mention I had to wear a girl's outfit…The fourth day, yesterday, Riku told me about his friendshipwith Cloud… and I told Riku about some stuff…
"A lot happened in four days," Sora concluded as he walked quietly down the hallway. It was odd, the first three days he and Riku had spent bickering pointlessly. But they still had well over twenty days to become better friends. … At least… that's what Riku thinks…
"You're up early again," Riku said gently into the morning air.
It was eight and Sora had found himself unable to get back to sleep. Perhaps his sleeping patterns were changing? It was odd.
"Couldn't sleep," Sora answered austerely, as if his lack of sleep was beginning to bother him.
"I have sleeping pills if you want," Riku suggested with a yawn as he remained in the threshold to his own bedroom. Sora hadn't noticed before, but Riku was adorned in a dark-blue bathrobe that exposed a section of his chest down to his waistline.
Sora stared at Riku for a long moment, as if observing his appearance, before shyly retorting, "Nah. I'm fine, Riku."
"Your loss," Riku said with a shrug as he watched Sora make his way to the office. "What's with you and that computer?" he joked as a grin curled up onto his lips. "All you ever want to do is go on it."
"Eh. You know kids these days," Sora pointed out as he pushed the door open. The brunet hesitated before glancing back at Riku, as if wanting to say something more. When he didn't, Riku arched an inquisitive eyebrow.
"What's wrong?" Riku jumped straight to the point. The silver-haired male knew something was off, but what exactly?
"Homesick I suppose," Sora murmured as his fingers stroked the soft door before him. The room urged him to come in but his conversation with Riku was preventing him from doing such. Part of Sora wanted to have the conversation while the other half wanted to get onto the computer.
"What'd Cloud say when he called last night?" asked Riku as he shut his bedroom door and sauntered down the hallway to stand beside Sora. The very action caused the shorter to tense just a bit.
"He was just telling me what he and Leon did so far. Apparently they went swimming and clubbing and dancing and that sort of stuff," Sora mumbled as his eyes cast downward. A twinge of remorse clung onto Sora, weighing down his mood. "They sound like they're having fun."
"That's good," Riku said, trying to sound elated for his best friend.
"It is," Sora agreed as he looked to Riku, refusing to let their eyes to meet. Honestly, when he allowed that, a wave of warmth danced through his body. Sora pointedly ignored it.
"Want to go shopping after lunch?" Riku suggested as he tilted his head to the side. "I'll buy you loads of clothes. But first, I must ask you. Do you like bondage?"
Sora blinked and cleared his throat. "B-bondage?" he repeated hesitantly.
"You know, accessories, those pants with all those straps of material… and the chains. That sort of stuff," Riku explained casually before laughing and adding on, "unless you wanted me to mean the sexual kind of bondage? In that case, I meant whips and chains and handcuffs-"
"Stop there," Sora wearily said as a light tinge of color spread across the brunet's rosy cheeks.
"I suppose you're not into that sort of thing. Oh well," Riku sighed and nonchalantly smirked. "I'll just let you pick out what you want. How does that sound?"
"Riku… you don't need to do that," Sora reasoned with the silver-haired male. "The clothes I have are fine."
"I would have never guessed you to be humble and modest," Riku mumbled, more so to himself than his friend. Riku mused for a moment before cutting off his satire with a hardy chuckle. "Just get anything you want."
Sora exhaled, knowing full well that Riku was stubborn and wasn't going to accept a 'no'. "Fine."
"Good," Riku said with a satisfied grin plastering itself upon his face.
"You won't ditch me to stalk after someone attractive, right?" Sora worriedly asked as his fingers tapped the wooden door before him lightly.
"Why would I do that when I have someone attractive with me?" Riku retorted wittingly.
"Whatever you say, Riku," said Sora quietly as he entered the office at last. The brunet waved off his friend who hurried down the hallway towards the kitchen.
Once Sora was alone, he heavily sighed and closed the door. The teen then took a seat in the computer chair and stared thoughtfully at the screen, as if deliberating his next move. Rich blue eyes stared at the black-screen before the lithe teen finally galvanized himself to turn the device on.
Tomorrow…
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With a bowl of cereal (Special K; Riku liked to think that the healthy cereal was responsible for his gorgeous figure), Riku made his way back into his bedroom, not even sparing the closed office door a second glance. Riku resolved in his head that he'd give the brunet some time by himself. Smothering the teen with conversations and contact wasn't going to get either of them that far. So, therefore, Riku took residence in his bedroom.
And what else better to do to past the time than read Sora's diary?
My sixteenth year held no great surprises for me. I finally got up the nerve to tell Tidus that I was gay. I'm not sure exactly how he's taking it. He's been distant lately. I guess I should have expected it from him. I mean, why should he accept me? As far as I know, people like me aren't normal. I wish I was normal, though. I wish I could fit in. But, then again, that'd be boring and… I guess I just wouldn't like that either.
Anyhow, I'm seventeen now. Not much has changed over the course of a year and a few months. My brother started dating this guy, Leon, a few days ago. He had him over the house for dinner the other night. He seems nice. I'm glad that Cloud found somebody kind this time.
This is my last year of high school. My counselors asked if I was planning to attend college, and I blatantly told them that I wasn't.
They didn't question it.
Cloud urged me to try and find a college I was interested in. I lied and said I would. Honestly, I know we don't have the money. I don't want to be a burden on him, so I'll just tell him I'll wait a few years before jumping back into the world of school.
I need a break from people once this year ends…
Last night was the anniversary of our parents death … We went to their grave-site, which is an hour's drive from here. Cloud rented a car and took us up there (we don't need a car in the city; we can walk and take taxis).
I wish I knew more about my parents and their death. I wish I could remember every single detail of their faces. I can make out a blurred image, but nothing worthy of winning a graphics award.
I feel bad that I don't know how they died… Cloud still has never told me…
I figure that when I'm older he'll tell me. Maybe he doesn't think I'm ready? … I don't know.
Anyhow, I better stop this here before I ramble too much. Dinner's ready and Cloud is getting angry that I haven't reported to the kitchen yet.
Riku chortled at the last sentence and smiled fondly at the diary. This side of Sora was inquisitive and not afraid to ask questions. This side of Sora was honest and unique. Riku wondered, vaguely, if Sora would ever display this side, this true side, of him to his new friend. "Maybe by the month is over," Riku murmured to himself.
Honestly, Riku liked the Sora that emitted from the diary. Youthful and just sincere. This Sora possessed every trait that a good civilian had. In fact, Riku liked this Sora a lot. The way Sora's words made Riku's emotions change on a whim, the way Sora spoke bluntly but yet conservatively.
Riku laid his palm down on the page and took a deep breath. "He's had such a hard life," Riku whispered with a trace of sorrow.
Having such a hard life just made Sora stronger, as it appeared.
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Sora returned to his room after lunch. He had half an hour before Riku and he went off shopping. Just long enough to read another entry in the notebook. Sora grinned and tossed his body onto the bed before plunging into the clever excerpts, ready to submerge his whole being into the writings. By now, Sora was over halfway through the book and it never ceased to captivate the teenager.
I was sitting in my room today and wondering where my life was going… I haven't had a real relationship for quite some time … and it seems that every time I even dare to approach the matter, something shoots me down. The first time it was that the boy I liked didn't 'swing my way', as he stated. The second time was that he thought we'd never work out and he wasn't interested. The time after that I dated the guy, but he ended it because he didn't 'feel anything'. And then… then my best friend stabbed me in the back.
Sora scrunched his nose from the familiar wording. "Just like what happened to me and Riku…"
I'm starting to wonder if I'm going to die a lonely man. I mean, you'd never catch me saying that in real life. I can assure you that now. I'd never confess to anyone that I was lonely. I'd never confess that I wanted someone in my life to love me and show me the true meaning of love. I'd never say that out loud in fears of being labeled a sap. Or worse, that I had no backbone.
But I found that you find strength in your moments of weakness, you know?
I've moved on since my friend, really I have… but I often wonder what would have happened if I had overreacted to the rejection. What if I had done something drastic? I guess it's not worth worrying about right now.
You see, that brings me on another subject. Everyone says that you have a soul mate or whatnot. Here's the thing … how do you know you've found them? Is it a sudden love at first sight? Or does it just hit you at random? How do you feel around that person? I wish I knew… it'd make things a lot easier.
All I know… is that the guy I want to be with would have the following traits… He'd be honest. Perhaps bluntly honest, but nonetheless, honest. He'd emit happiness and would always find a way to brighten my damper moods. He would never hesitate to affectionately hold my hand or hug me-- I wouldn't mind initiating kissing and whatnot. He would have gorgeous eyes and a beautiful voice. I really don't care what he looks like.
Shyness is a nice trait, you know? I mean, I'm compulsive and assertive, so I'd be nice to have someone who's timid and whatnot. Not to the point of holding his tongue about something he feels strongly against, but you know what I mean. I know what I mean.
Who knows… maybe I'll find this guy? … Is he even in existence?
Sora flushed a dark red. "It... kind of sounds like me."
Sora didn't give the journal entry much thought as he turned to the next page.
The excerpt that he read next…. Well, it was probably the most explicit and well-written thing he had ever had the pleasure to read. The brunet's ears burned along with his cheeks. Sora felt the entirety of his body blushing from the writing. Gulping down a lump that had formed in his throat, Sora stuffed the notebook under his bed and sat there in complete stun. His whole body was on fire.
And, of course, Riku just had to walk in.
"Sora, we're leaving in a few moments and-" Riku began informatively but paused when he noticed how flustered and … aroused the brunet look. Riku took a moment to dwell on that thought. "Sora… you're awfully red…"
"HiRiku!" Sora slurred, his words blending together as he squeaked and rose his gaze to meet Riku's. Frantic blue eyes met aquamarine.
Riku stared at Sora for some time before finally asking, "Sora, were you looking at porn?"
"What?!" Sora demanded in a stunned and uneasy holler. "I don't look at that stuff!" Sora stammered quickly.
"Then what's-" Riku began questioningly, grinning from ear-to-ear at how adorable Sora looked in this current state. And, admittedly, provocative.
"I'm just… feeling sick!" Sora declared vehemently, throwing his arms up in the air.
"What kind of illness gives you an erection?" Riku wondered, more so to himself. Sora, obviously, must have heard him because the brunet squeaked and lowered his gaze in embarrassment. Could they get any more awkward?
"I don't!" Sora answered bluntly.
"Uh… unless you shoved a piece of wood or something in your pants, then yeah, you do," Riku replied smartly, leaning against Sora's door-frame with amusement.
"Do not!"
"You do," Riku refuted calmly.
"Wait! You're looking?!" Sora stammered as his gaze snapped back up to Riku's, just as flustered as before.
"It's kind of obvious and distracting," Riku confessed, a smirk playing onto his lips. I love how innocent he can be. He probably doesn't even realize he's turned-on. But by what? … Was he just day-dreaming or something? Or did I interrupt something?
"Stop it, Riku!" Sora pouted loudly and grabbed his pillow and pulled it over his head.
"You know if you don't take care of that, it's going to be really painful to walk around with," Riku informed Sora with a weary smile. Poor kid.
"I don't!" Sora tried to argue again with yet another pout on his boyish face.
"The bulge doesn't lie," Riku hummed good-naturedly before laughing and walking over to Sora. "Don't worry about it. It'll go away in a few…"
Sora refused to look at Riku right now. Instead, he looked down at the ground, ashamed of himself. How could he let that anonymous writing get to him this much? Sora mentally sighed and told himself that he wouldn't read that anymore unless it was at night. Yes, that would be a safe time.
Riku smiled sympathetically at Sora. "Hey kid, relax."
"You're making fun of me again," Sora murmured in a pout, still feeling embarrassed.
"I was joking around," Riku corrected and took a seat beside Sora. "We'll leave in a half an hour."
"O…kay," Sora drawled with a nervous nod. Blue eyes quizzically willed themselves to peer at Riku. The silver-haired male was smiling reassuringly at him, as if he wasn't fazed by the random encounter he had just had. "Thank you."
"Welcome," Riku said with a grin as he arose from his placement on the bed, but not before ruffling Sora's hair.
Riku made sure to memorize the earlier lusty look in Sora's eyes. Why? … Well, he wasn't quite sure himself.
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"Have you ever been shopping at the mall up this way?" Riku asked.
Sora followed faithfully by the taller male's side. Curious blue eyes glanced around them as they made their way into the mall. People rushed by, clinging to their bags possessively. Couples, especially, passed them by. Some were holding hands… Others were snuggling, and some were just talking with an affectionate tone. Sora's lips automatically fell down into a frown. Everyone looked so happy with another. Perhaps he would be happier if he had a boyfriend?
Sora quickly banished that thought. Who could he possibly trust to be his boyfriend? It was risky, dating… Sora knew about those guys that killed their girlfriends over a breakup. It was always all over the news. Sora wasn't really in the mood to die over a breakup. Or get abused. Either, or. They both seemed like terrifying things.
"Sora, I asked you a question," Riku said in a serious tone, gently tugging on the shorter's sleeve.
Sora snapped out of his thoughts and glanced up at the silver-haired male with an apologetic look written across his face. "I'm sorry, Riku. I was just … spacing out," Sora answered in a mumble.
His thoughts took a turn to an entirely different topic this time. Was Riku's kindness going to last? Was everything really platonic? It didn't seem to be possible. This friendship that had formed … he was missing something. It wasn't like Sora was upset that they stopped fighting… it was just that it was a bit awkward. Sora wasn't accustomed to Riku being kind, nor was he used to having a friend other than his brother or Tidus.
"Still haven't answered my question," Riku nagged and then stopped walking altogether. The late teenager placed both his hands squarely on Sora's shoulders, turning the brunet so that their eyes could meet. "You feeling okay?"
Sora blinked. "Of course," he said quietly.
"You look really out of it. Like you're going to be sick," Riku noted with underlying worry.
Sora vigorously shook his head and looked off to the side at the shops that lined the mall's interior. "Just taking in the sights, that's all," he explained.
"Well, that was a roundabout way of telling me that you've never been here," Riku said with a slight chuckle. His brows remained furrowed as he allowed his hands to slip off Sora's scrawny shoulder. Riku then proceeded to tug on Sora's sleeve, informing the brunet that they were going to go into a shop.
Sora nodded briskly and followed. His mind, yet again, slipped off into more pressing issues. That diary. That journal. Who wrote it? Were they on the subway that day? Sora tried to wrack his brain for details. All he remembered with a blonde girl and a man next to him. That guy must be the author. Sora couldn't conjure up any details about the man. Not even a hair color. It disappointed Sora immensely.
Sora then tried to remember where the man had gone. Sora remembered that he got off on his stop. Of course, Sora had stopped to look around once he was on the streets for ten minutes, so he probably never saw what way the man went. Maybe if I didn't dawdle on going to Riku's I would have seen who that guy was…
"Try this on."
Riku's voice cut through Sora's troubling thoughts. The brunet blinked and glanced wearily at the clothes being shoved in his face. A black pair of pants with sporadic scraps of fabrics. Was this what Riku called bondage? "Okay," Sora answered softly and entered the changing stall that was on their right.
As Sora removed his pants, his mind took another adventure. This time… about his brother and family. Why did Cloud never tell him about his parents? What was Cloud hiding? Sora winced and then whispered, "I'll know tomorrow… it doesn't matter."
"Did you say something?" Riku called impatiently from the other side.
"No!" Sora hollered from the small-room, hoping that Riku hadn't heard what he said. "Just… trying to get these on," Sora explained and sat down on the small seat in the room once he had the annoying pants on.
"Riku's gonna hate me come tomorrow…" Sora spoke, his voice barely audible. He spoke so softly, in fact, that he barely heard himself. Blue eyes stared at the ground as he hugged his arms to his chest, trying to will his thoughts away. He couldn't allow the thoughts to damper his good mood. Riku had offered to bring him shopping, and he was thankful. Now if only he'd act like it.
"Hey, Sora." That was followed by a knocking on the door. "Come out so I can see what they look like on you. I want to make sure I didn't give you a size too big," Riku concluded his explanation.
Sora arose from his seat and stared into the mirror briefly. No matter what, I can't let Riku know. I just can't.
Sora nodded and exited the dressing room, sheepishly looking to the silver-haired male.
Riku took in Sora's sight with greedy eyes. Sea-green hues scanned the way the pants fit. Definitely not too big… they might, actually, be a bit too small… Riku noted mentally how tightly they fit his brunet friend. Sora's usually skinny frame looked much more accented in those pants. In fact, Riku had to shift his gaze away after a moment of staring. Damn. It must run in the family.
"They look horrible, don't they?" Sora asked worriedly as his fingers poked the pants with a frown.
"No," Riku answered honestly and quite quickly. "They look great."
Flattery sounds weird coming from Riku… especially directed to me, Sora thought as he eyed the silver-haired male sheepishly. "Really?"
"I'm sure you'll find all the guys staring at you," Riku joked with a forced snigger. The silver-haired male playfully ruffled Sora's hair, to which he received a pout from the brunet. He doesn't look like Cloud… I know that… and he doesn't act like Cloud at all … so why do I feel like I did when I was around Cloud? Is it just the fact that he's his brother?
"Like you?" Sora teased with the first grin of the day appearing. Just forget about tomorrow, Sora. Just for now.
"Uh…" Riku cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed. "I was inspecting the pants. Not you. Don't get smug."
"My brother would kill you if you were," Sora sang with a small laugh.
"I know he would," Riku chuckled and shook his head. "He even told me, before you came over, that if I laid one finger on you inappropriately that he'd have my hands cut off so I couldn't do such a thing ever again."
Sora laughed, regardless of the morbid detail. "You wouldn't do that anyhow, Riku."
Wanna make a bet? "Eh," was Riku's answer given with a shrug.
"So these pants don't look horrible on me, right?" Sora asked again, this time twirling around to give his older friend a three-sixty.
Riku winced, trying hard not to stare. You can look but you can't touch. So I guess… Riku allowed his gaze to fall upon Sora's spinning body. "Your ass looks good," Riku commented offhandedly.
Sora scorched a bright red. "Um… th-thanks?"
"Take 'em off and I'll buy them for you," Riku said as he brushed past Sora, headed towards the counter with other clothing to purchase.
Sora watched Riku walk away. The brunet blinked a few times and then stared questioningly down at the pants he wore. They were awfully tight. Not at the point of being unbearably uncomfortable, but still. Sapphire hues took another moment to stare at the pants and then Riku in the distance before he scampered back into the dressing room to get changed, all the while repeating under his breath, "He said I looked good…"
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After what felt like years of clothes shopping, Riku brought Sora down to the food court. Riku set the bags down on under the table and took a seat across the table from where he figured Sora would sit. The brunet, who was still repeating the earlier spoken phrase in his mind, chose the seat beside Riku instead of the one across the way.
"And you're looking dazed again," Riku teased as he poked his friend in the shoulder.
Sora snapped out of his 'daze' and shook his head. "You know, I'm just recapping on my life. I do that a lot. I… used to do that a lot when I had my diary. But now that I lost it I sort of have to rely on my memory," Sora murmured, a tinge of obvious sadness in his voice.
Riku's heart sank. This was the first time Sora spoke of the diary to the other. And it made Riku feel horrid. "I wasn't aware that people kept diaries anymore," Riku replied aimlessly, temporarily forgetting his own journal.
"They do!" Sora countered, not really in the mood to mention the journal he had been reading.
"And how did you lose yours?" Riku asked with a tilt of his head.
"I …" Sora thought about it. Maybe he had dropped it on the way to Riku's. To say that he had left it on the subway wouldn't really be justified. "I lost it when coming here. Not sure exactly when."
"Ah," Riku murmured. I already knew that. You lost in when you came in and made a rush to your bedroom. That's the only way that I could possibly have it.
"Now you think I'm some sort of girl for having one," Sora grumbled as he cutely crossed his arms to the chest. Beautiful blue eyes stared up at the vast ceiling above them, fascinated by the panes of glass and the light they let in.
"Eh. I sort of had one," Riku pointed out with a shrug of his own.
"You did?" Sora curiously looked at Riku.
"Mhm," Riku answered with a nod. "I'm not sure when I lost the thing. It… didn't matter to me that much, anyhow." Well, that's an obvious lie. I had everything I ever wrote in that damn thing, and now some random person has it. And… and damn.
"I guess we're both clumsy," Sora laughed and then added on, "and we both misplace things."
"That we do," Riku said with a nod as he arose from his seat. "What do you want to eat? I'll go get it for you."
"Uhm…" Sora quickly glanced around the food-court. "Pizza?" he suggested with a childish look, and a bit shyly. Sora never liked asking for things to begin with.
"Sure thing," Riku said with another nod as he left the table to get their meal.
Sora was just glad that Riku hadn't held anything against him so far. It eased the restless brunet.
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Sora got off the computer a few minutes before nine. With one last glance over his message, he logged off and exited the room, feeling a bit sick to his stomach. And of course, Riku had to come waltzing down the hallway at that exact moment. Sora began to wonder if Riku had a tracking device on him or something. It was always so coincidental.
"Okay, seriously, what's wrong?" Riku asked, this time blocking Sora's doorway to his bedroom.
"I'm fine," Sora lied, shaking his head. Don't do this, Riku.
"You've been acting weird on and off today. Are you coming down with something? Or are you still worried that I'm going to make fun of you for earlier this morning?" Riku questioned, crossing his arms to his chest nonchalantly as he stood there, demanding an answer.
Thanks for the loop-hole… "Yeah," Sora lied again.
"I won't," Riku promised, shaking his head with a laugh. "There's far worse things than that. Now if you, for example, were taking-" Riku began but Sora cut him off.
"Uh, please don't go on," Sora said with a cringe, not really being in the mood for anything vulgar or perverted. Blue eyes fell to the floor as the brunet waited to gain entry into his bedroom.
"You okay?" Riku asked with a cautious tilt of his head.
"Mhm," Sora lied for the third time, timidly raising his glance. He didn't allow their eyes to meet. He knew that if he did, Riku would see right through him. He would know his plan. Somehow, he would just know.
"Hm…" Riku looked quite pensive for a moment. "Today was good, regardless of your random spacing out, which I pretty much can understand. New places, new people…" Riku trailed off and stared at Sora. "I was actually surprised that I had such a good time with you. Really surprised."
"Heh," Sora said with a sudden blush appearing. "I'm… not that interesting…"
"But you're kind and fun," Riku pointed out. "Someone I can easily talk to without looking like a complete idiot." Riku chortled at this, grinning flirtatiously as his thoughts drifted off momentarily.
"Well... you're easy to talk to also," Sora said. It wasn't a complete lie. Riku was easy to talk to, but just not about everything. "Thanks again for the clothes."
"No problem," Riku answered with another grin. "You look good in them."
"T-thanks," Sora stammered, still not accustomed to compliments. Is he… f-flirting… with… m-me?…
Riku moved a bit to the side, allowing Sora to enter his room. The silver-haired male placed an arm on Sora's shoulder, turning the boy so they could face each other again. Riku appeared suddenly hesitant. Their faces were close, and he had every intention of kissing the beautiful brunet. After all, kissing seemed like a good idea after such a good day. And those lips of Sora's were … so appealing. And it felt like an attraction towards the brunet was growing inside of him.
But the words of the diary halted him. He's never had a real … kiss before. Who am I to steal it and mean nothing by it…?
Their breaths mingled and Sora found his whole body heating to the touch of Riku's hand on his shoulder. Part of Sora was uncertain of what Riku was doing, but another part was patiently waiting what he knew was to come.
Riku pulled away at the last moment, their lips only being a few inches away. Instead of kissing the brunet, he brushed past Sora, purposely allowing their hands to brush for a few seconds. The taller's fingers lightly curled around Sora's splayed ones, almost interlacing with one another. But before he could do that, those fingers fell away as he walked on by.
Sora blushed even darker before looking down at his fingers that felt like they were on fire… or had electricity on them. Did he…. Want to… k-kiss me?
Do friends… kiss?
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Riku went to bed earlier than usual that night without reading Sora's diary. Maybe if he had… he would have caught note of the last entry. If he had just looked at it, looked ahead, he would have saved them such a hassle.
For when tomorrow came, things were going to go from good to bad.
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