I've returned and am on holiday! Goodbye Trimester 2! I'm hoping to write as many oneshots as I can this fortnight on top of my other responsibilities and before my November summer classes begin. Thank you in advance for waiting, ahaha! :) Another one in Sora's POV before it switches to Roxas for the next three I'm currently writing. Hope you like it!


Oneshot 3: Don't Cry Over Broken Glass

Summary: Roxas is going to be so mad at him when he gets home. Warning for endless kisses and domestic times.


Oh god. Sora is so, so… so screwed.

He doesn't even have to bend down and check for signs of further damage. It's blatantly obvious. The LCD screen of Roxas' beloved iPad is cracked from the bottom left corner to the top side of the device, ending just under the inner camera hole. Blinking statically at him like an old cable TV, the homepage is riddled with coloured bars, ink spilt across the last few applications and diffusing upwards.

Sora stands there momentarily, half-frozen from shock. One of his shaking hands flies to cover a gasp, the other reaching out nervously towards the device. Dear lord, what the hell is he supposed to do? Just touching the thing in its severely damaged state makes him feel like he'd just committed the worst sin on earth!

He squeezes his eyes shut, willing himself to CALM DOWN. It's n-not real. Sora hadn't just dropped his boyfriend's one-thousand-dollar iPad on the tiled floor in the middle of a Google search. He'd juggled it for a while after it slipped from his hands, indubitably missing and landing screen-up with a loud PLAACK.

Roxas is going to be so mad at him when he gets home.

He thinks about the different scenarios that could occur after this, bracing himself for the worst. Roxas would shout at him, slam their bedroom door at his face while he profusely apologizes. Then the blonde would stay silent; refusing to talk to him for DAYS. It's your fault, you should have been more careful, don't you know how hard I worked for this? We're already struggling enough as it is, god, Sora!

He'd be forced to withdraw the few hundred dollars they were saving up for a Christmas trip just to replace it stat and keep Roxas from taking his misery out on him.

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Or maybe he's overreacting. The only time he'd seen the blonde really angry was when he'd written a letter to Sora's coworkers to stop pinning all their dirty work on him. The brunette didn't really mind all the extra editing and re-printing, but Roxas was having none of it. "I won't let anyone bully you just because I'm not there," Sora remembers him saying. He'd spent the entire night typing away on his laptop, aggressively deleting and rewording his sentences to sound threatening but still civil.

Nevertheless, an angry Roxas is not a good Roxas. Sora cradles the broken iPad in his arms, placing it on the nearest table before contemplating his next move.

He decides to call Kairi for assistance. She has friends who work in technology firms. Perhaps Sora could hide the device somewhere, make up some excuse about not remembering where he'd placed it before taking it to repairs with a heavy discount the next day. He doesn't know how to grab the data from the iPad in case something happens so maybe she could tell him how to do that. For goodness sake, Sora can't even look at the screen. The glass itself isn't broken, but one look at its internal features and he'd be feeling sick to his stomach with guilt.

"Hey dear, how are you? It's been some time since you called!" his oldest friend says the moment she picks up.

"Uhh, hi Kairi. I'm— n-not so fine, to be honest. I've sort of found myself in a situation..."

He laughs it off at first, hoping he could at least be optimistic about it. Goddamn, Roxas took good care of ALL his things. Sora shouldn't have been using it because it wasn't his. Why was he using it? Damn him and his clumsiness!

"Oh. What happened, hun?" He can hear her walking in the background, plopping onto a seat and ready to listen.

"Don't... Don't laugh at me, okay? I'm having trouble figuring out what to do and I— I feel so awful."

"I won't. You know I won't. What's wrong, Sora?"

He inhales once, clenching a fist before admitting, "I accidentally dropped Roxas' iPad. I was taking it to the kitchen to bake something for dinner but it just fell and now the monitor is broken and I don't know what to DO, I don't know what I'd tell him, it looks almost irreplaceable and—"

"How bad?" she interrupts him before he ends up hyperventilating in the middle of his rant.

"It's— it's bad. The glass screen's fine and there are no outer dents, but the monitor inside is completely SMASHED and there's ink seeping out. I didn't even have it that high but I dropped it on the tiled floor and GOD—" he cries, stopping himself.

"Hey, hey calm down. Take a deep breath and let's think about this for a while, okay?" Kairi tells him firmly.

"Y-Yeah, I know..."

"We can get it replaced. I'm getting off work in less than an hour. Want me to drop by to keep you company?"

Sora looks up at the analogue clock hanging above one of their sofas. It reads six-thirty pm. "N-No, it's alright. I don't want to trouble you further. Plus, Roxas is coming home soon... I just need some advice on what to do." he replies sadly. "If he finds out, he'll be s-so upset with me and I... I d-don't exactly have the money to get a new one pronto. Is there... someone I can... l-loan from or do you know a place I can get it fixed for a few hundred dollars? Three-hundred is all I have..."

Kairi doesn't reply back for a while. Sora knows she's probably doing some research, pen clicking sounds and the rustling of papers audible from the other side. "You're in luck, hun. I'm friends with this guy named Pence. He's an engineer by trade but I'm sure I can ask him to do you a favour. He likes fixing all kinds of things. I'll give him a call to arrange a meeting the day after tomorrow. Will that work?"

"Oh man, thank you so, so much, Kairi. You— You're a lifesaver..."

"Don't worry so much now, alright?" she comforts. "I know you're a chronic worrier and it can take a toll on you sometimes. We've got a solution. As for advice... Just tell Roxas the truth. He'll probably be upset but, at least you were honest, hmm? Tell me how it goes. It's a difficult thing to do but you can do it."

"I had a feeling you would say that." Just as Sora thinks about hanging up, he hears the front door open and close. Oh boy. Time to face his fears.

Sora says his goodbyes to Kairi, breathing in nervously as he gets up from the dining table to greet his beloved. He'll come back for the iPad later... maybe. He completely forgot to make something for dinner in his anxiousness. Normally he'd be cooking by now, but he was too occupied...

The brunette sees him at the corridor. Roxas grins at him as he unlaces his shoes, plastic bags of his purchases at hand. There's a tell-tale smell of takeaway food from one of the bags. Once the blonde is empty-handed, Sora approaches him for a comfort hug.

"Hello sweetie. You were waiting for me?" Roxas mutters. He nuzzles him and kisses the top of his forehead once, then plants another two on his cheek. The brunette nods.

"You smell like canvases." Sora looks up at him, chin on Roxas' chest.

"I have been around them all day. Oh, I bought your favourite! I know we've probably overspent on food this month but I like treating you so... tadaaa." He gestures towards the bag he'd left on the floor. "We're having combination omelettes! Prawns and chicken and soft pork, mmm! Did you make something for dinner?"

That comment alone makes him slowly withdraw from the blonde, turning around as he deals with the knots in his stomach. Roxas is too good to him. He doesn't know how to break the bad news to him; he doesn't want to make his boyfriend upset.

God.

Why did it have to happen?

"No... Sorry. I was... worrying 'bout somethin'. Mmmhh..."

A pair of arms wraps around him from behind as he fiddles with his fingers guiltily. "Worrying about something?" Roxas repeats. "What is it? Something wrong?" His partner leans in to kiss around his neck, inhaling the scent of his clothes. The nerves are making Sora's eyes prickle with tears.

"I... I did something, Roxas. Something you won't like. And I— I d-didn't mean to, it j-just h-happened... I'm— I'm so s-s-sorry..."

After some time, Roxas stops his playing. He tilts his head to one side before placing both hands on Sora's arms, gently twirling him around so they're standing face-to-face. God, Roxas even raises a hand to cup his face and lovingly strokes his cheek with a thumb. The expression the blonde is wearing is kind but concerned, but that's about to change soon. "Honey?"

Sora's lip quivers. How... h-how to say? It's not that big a deal, he could just blurt it out and be done with it. He can be honest with the person he loves most in this whole entire world, right?

Could he not do that?

The latter takes the blonde's hand from his face and apprehensively laces their fingers together, pulling Roxas towards the dining table to show him his sin instead. Roxas is quiet when Sora pulls away once more, handing him the broken iPad.

"I d-dropped it." the brunette mumbles almost inaudibly. "The LCD's completely totalled. It was an accident; I was searching up for a good recipe but it slipped and... and..."

No amount of bracing himself is going to prepare him for the amount of mental stress that hits him. "I'm sorry, honey. I know you had a lot of precious memories and work in it and I d-don't know how to get it back. I don't even have enough in my account unless you count our Christmas trip funds and we're already so busy with jobs. I... aaaaah... I feel terrible." Sora barely catches the tear that escapes his eyes, smudging it against his face with the heel of his palm.

His boyfriend keeps his mouth shut in front of him. Probably thinking about what to say in response, tch... of course he is. He's not yelling at him yet, and that scares Sora even more.

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The yelling never comes, though. Roxas barely even looked at the device. Instead, he abandons the iPad back on the table and reaches for him, holding him close and caressing his hair. "Oh sweetie. Don't cry. Sora, don't cry. I'm not mad."

"You're... y-you're not...?" a confused Sora confirms.

"Nope. It's sad that it broke, but. No." the blonde shakes his head. "Not even a bit."

...

...Thank god.

He wouldn't say it out loud, but hearing those words has liberated Sora from the terrified state he'd found himself in. He even sighs into Roxas' sweater, the nerves slowly going away.

"Was that what was worrying you, honey?" Roxas inquires. "That I'd be upset about it?"

"Mhhmm..." he nods, and this time his hands aren't free to wipe away the second tear that falls. "I already arranged an appointment with Kairi to get it repaired. I just had to tell you, and I thought you'd be really angry. Why aren't you angry... It's your most prized possession..."

Grinning, Roxas cuddles with him some more, kissing around his ear, his temple and his closed eyelids. "Aww. If I had gotten mad, then you'd be even more upset. I don't like seeing my honey cry. Are you alright now? You okay? Hmm?"

Sniffing, Sora decides to kiss him back. His boyfriend's lips are always so soft, but his are frequently chapped from incessantly worrying them with his teeth. They rub noses when they pull away, two pairs of blue eyes watching each other closely. "I'm o-okay."

"Great." the blonde whispers. "Don't even think about it, alright? It's just a thing. An expensive thing at that, but not priceless." Another kiss on his cheek. Roxas leaves some more trailing towards his neck, then another just over his pulse point. "You, on the other hand—" Kiss, kiss... "are my most prized possession. I can always get another iPad, but... I'll only have one you."

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Tease.

Sora unwillingly melts into his arms, wriggling weakly to pull away. "Hmmmnn, you're making me blush."

"As you should be! You're so cute when you're flustered." Roxas half-argues. They touch their foreheads together and steal each other's lips once more.

I'm sorry, Roxas."

"I know, love. I forgive you. No more crying or I'll be sad too. Yeah? Are we all good?"

"...We're all good."

He grabs at one of Sora's hands and kisses the back of his palm, laughing at the brunette's embarrassed expression. "I love you, Sora... Never forget that. And even if you do..." the blonde leans forward again with an arm around his beloved, dipping him towards the ground and kissing the top of his ear, "I'll just constantly remind you that I do."

"I won't forget."

And he can't. Because Roxas is the best thing that's ever happened to Sora. No matter how many complications and dilemmas they run into together, they'll slowly work things out in the end. The brunette always asks himself and wonders what he did to deserve such an amazing person in his life. He still doesn't know the answer to that.

The kissing and cuddles somehow evolve into casual dancing and twirling. Minutes later, his partner brings him up and hugs him one last time, light blue eyes beaming with love and endearment.

"As much as I want to dance with you in our living room the entire evening, I reckon we should eat something first before our food gets cold. What do you say, honey? Food break?"

Sora agrees. "Yes, food break. I'm so hungry. Thank you for bringing home my favourite. You're the best."

"Anything for you, Sora. I think we should also rebudget our savings so we can still enjoy the little things. I can live without an iPad for a while."

They return to the entrance corridor to retrieve the plastic bags. While Sora sets the table, Roxas puts away his things over at his studio. A dinner plate replaces the broken device's place some time later, sweet-smelling omelettes filling up their apartment.

Technology can be loved. It can entertain, bring happiness and make our once-difficult tasks unbelievably easier. But why cry over broken glass, when you can enjoy the things that really matter? Sora mouths a fond, "I love you" at the boy in front of him before taking his first bite of rice and juicy chicken. Two more bites later, Roxas mouths it back.


I will never NOT write anything so cheesy and sweet. Ahhh, love.