Okay, so I've missed the date by two hours (because FF was having issues with the document manager, gah), but still- Happy Valentine's Day! Sorry I'm late, but enjoy this lovely V-day update. Hope you guys find it just as sweet as I did- it's the sequel to Airplane, by the way. ;]

Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts is not mine.

Sora was working on his English paper in silence when a heavy weight landed his shoulder. "Sora! You sure you don't wanna go?" The spiky-haired man turned his head to frown at Roxas and his lips had barely parted when another load dropped on his empty side.

"It'll be fun. C'mon." Hayner flashed him a brilliant smile, which would've been observed as sweet had his eyebrows not been waggling so suggestively.

"I'm having a blast with this damn paper, so you guys go on and enjoy yourselves, okay?" Sora jokingly answered, although inside he was screaming. He swiveled around in his chair to smile reassuringly at his whiny roommates. Hayner was a full-fledged American, whereas Roxas was Japanese but had only lived his childhood back home. Man, did Sora miss home. He missed Riku even more, though . . .

He gave his head a little furious jerk to the side as if the thoughts were water clogged in his ear drums that needed to be shaken out. No negative thoughts- he had to remain strong and maintain his composure like he knew Riku was. Just one more year, and he'd be back in Riku's loving embrace.

Too bad today being Valentine's Day didn't really help Sora out that much.

"I have to finish this up so I can get it out of the way. Besides, isn't it a couple event thing?" Instantly, the pair's faces fell, shame clearly evident on their faces; they felt like assholes. They both had their significant others, but Sora's was thousands of miles away. Startled, Sora laughed nervously and hurriedly said, "Don't feel bad! I know you guys weren't thinking about that- not that you guys think at all, anyway . . ."

Roxas faked a wounded gasp and Hayner's eye twitched violently; ah, the cheery atmosphere was back in the air.

After Sora guaranteed them that he'd be fine by himself the rest of the evening, his roommates dressed up and prepared for their dates and minutes later, Sora was waving them off.

"Don't stay on the computer all night!"

"It depends- I might distract myself from the paper."

"No porn, young man."

"Ew. Hayner!"

Sora made faces at the two until they turned down the hall and out of view. Then he slithered back into the lifeless abode; he could care less about his college work now. All he wanted was Riku . . . The young man sighed loudly and preceded towards the small kitchen to get a drink when he saw Roxas' wallet lying forgotten on the counter. "Ah, crap." He quickly snatched the black leather and hurried back to the front door. He was in the midst of putting on his other shoe when he opened the door.

The wallet slipped from his suddenly limp hand.

Sora stared at the person standing before him, his eyes the size of dinner plates and his jaw hung open (his dorm room resided on the fourth floor, and he was sure his jaw would've dropped all the way down to the ground floor had it the ability to unhinge from his head). Long and shiny silver hair contrasted greatly with formal, all-black attire, and that solid gaze of green-ish blue almost made his knees buckle together and his balance nonexistent. Slowly, he straightened himself up and stood still in front of the man.

"Riku."

A sweet smile broke out on Riku's face; the many times Sora said his name through their phone calls couldn't measure up to the immense joy he felt towards hearing it in person. And seeing the very object of his affection before his eyes- the world could be ending and all he'd give a shit about was Sora. He stepped closer to his dumbfound lover. "If I had a rose for every time I thought of you, I'd be walking through my garden forever." The older one brought his arms around to his front to reveal the beautifully wrapped bouquet of roses he had been holding behind his back. "But I only have a dozen with me, so I hope these are good enough," he added, smiling sheepishly. He stretched his arm out to pass the bouquet to Sora, but they were forgotten as the brunette tackled Riku the instant his arms were open.

Sora buried his face into the crook of Riku's neck, his lover's familiar scent lulling him in like a missing addiction. His fingers tangled in the silky locks that he missed playing with absentmindedly, and his body clicked together with Riku's perfectly like a puzzle. Riku hugged him back just as tightly, nose in Sora's hair and arms around his waist like a lock; after all, Sora did only belong to him.

"You're really here," Sora stammered, slightly choking on his words. He hated to bawl like a baby (or, like in this case, a lovesick high school girl), but Riku always made it so frustratingly difficult not to; the tears that were swelling up in his eyes were threatening to gush down his cheeks like waterfalls. He brought his hands up to his face to wipe the stubborn tears away and to cover the shock from Riku's surprise, the embarrassment from his stupid sobbing, but overall the happiness that was bursting inside of him more and more with each passing second. Riku was really here. "Riku-"

Before he could furiously rub the living daylights out of his eyes, Riku fastened his hands onto the younger man's wrists and lowered them from his face before kissing him. It was gentle, soft, all-too-familiar- but it wasn't enough. Sora's fingers gripped tightly at Riku's jacket as he melted against him, the kisses that had started out sweet and innocent turning more passionate, desperate- hungry. It didn't occur to him that Riku had been shoving him back into the desolate dorm until his back hit the wall and his hands were pinned on either side of his head. They were immersed in their fervent battle for a long while, both pulling away to breath for only a second or two before diving back into the game.

The finally broke apart, lips swollen and breaths ragged as they rested their foreheads together. Gently, Riku pulled one of Sora's hands towards his mouth. "Happy Valentine's Day," Riku murmured lovingly. He brushed in lips against Sora's knuckles in a soft kiss, his eyes locked with puffy blue ones that now smiled along with the wide upwards curve on his lips. There was no need to say "I love you;" their actions, their eyes, everything portrayed those three words enough. And moment Riku lips parted from Sora' hand, they were captured by Sora's once more.

The roses lay at the door, forgotten at the moment, but forever a part of an endless garden of love.

. . . GAH. FAIL.