A/N: I refuse to accept Riku's hair cut in Dream Drop Distance. Oh, and Kingdom Hearts nor it's characters belong to me.
Long, Long Hair
Sora has never been able to explain is his innate fascination with Riku's hair.
Perhaps it's the simply the fact that it's silver and shiny. But even on dull days, Sora has to practically hold his own hands to prevent them from touching it. It's soft ninety-five perfect of the time too, which could explain his urges… but even on the days that it's not, Sora's eyes follow the sways while his best-friend-gone-lover speaks. The silverette's low, soothing voice only lulls him to further entrancement.
But one morning, while Sora sipped his coffee by one of the kitchen counters, he discovered why he adored the silverette's hair so much; it's length.
So, the exhausted Riku came stumbling into the kitchen only half-way through Sora's first cup, breathing deeply and saying nothing as most tired individuals do. But Sora, being a little more awake than his companion, instantly noticed the silverette's long locks.
They weren't straightened, or shiny, or combed. It was a standard bedhead, yet it still managed to go past Riku's shoulders. Slightly wavy, it complimented his pale skin and defined the curvature of his back and shoulder blades in a way that made Sora want to latch onto him. It was a simple beauty that made Sora's breath stop for a couple moments, just staring at his boyfriend's hair, back, and exposed chest. If you asked him what pants Riku was wearing, he would have no idea. That's how distracting it was. It was just so perfectly... Riku.
Eventually, the sleepy lover caught him staring. In his grogginess, he asked curiously, "What are you looking at?"
Smiling, he obliged, "Just you." Riku tilted his head to the side. "Hn…." The refrigerator opened and closed.
"What about me?" He carried the milk to the counter and poured a glass. Caffeine disagreed with him, so milk was his healthy substitute.
"Oh…" Sora said, with a spark in his eye, "Just everything."