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The bruising around Sora's eye was beginning to disappear and turn a more normal yellow colour by Wednesday after Roxas punched him on Monday night -the brunet had played on his brother's fear of spiders to untangle him from his redhead boyfriend and had been attacked by Roxas' fist as a result (which he should have expected really but at least it got the blond to leave)- and he walked to his class in somewhat nervous spirits, his picture wrapped in a cloth and held in place against Sora's chest with his death grip, the board tapping against his knees as he walked. "I still don't get why you're so nervous dude," Hayner commented as he walked

The next morning Sora couldn't have possibly been any happier… ok so he could have been a little happier, he'd performed a miracle but Roxas had still decked him for it, causing Sora's nose to bleed and ultimately cutting their night (and Sora's time with Riku) short, however he'd still woken up refreshed and with a smile on his face and for the first time in weeks he joined his family for breakfast –or at least the part of the family who hadn't left for work yet- humming to himself while he grabbed a bowl and the box of cereal from the kitchen cupboard. Roxas and Cloud both silently watched their brother, the oldest blond with his

It had become some sort of strange obsession. Roxas had never seen anything like it from his brother before and honestly… it was starting to creep him out. How long had it been? Two days. Two days since the gig and Sora had managed to draw the silver haired performer in every media from pencil to oil paints twice. Yeah, if nothing else the blond knew that bordered on obsession. Not only that but it also meant that Sora had locked himself in their shared room for said two days, becoming a recluse once again. Roxas couldn't deal with this. It was like when they were kids and Sora discovered The Power Rangers, he'd sweet talked their mot

He'd been staring at the blank canvas on its wooden perch for an hour now, his In Your Honour album almost finished in the CD player and all Sora could do was frown. The space around him had become suffocating since his conversation with Roxas the previous day and now all the brunet could think about was taking some time out to relax. He had been vehemently refusing himself such a luxury since he woke up but once he'd started sketching stick men on his canvas he gave up on fighting and agreed to go with his brother to Axel's performance (Roxas had grinned and clapped him on the shoulder for seeing sense) but that didn't stop the brunet from

It was a mess. If he didn't know any better the blond standing in the doorway would have thought the place had been ransacked by burglars looking for some kind of valuables. Of course the most they'd find was a battered skateboard –which had been put through years of torture since its owner was 7- and a DSi hidden somewhere in the dump of a room (but that was all beyond the point). Luckily for him this blond did know better and understood that the cause of the forest of papers littering the floor (and he meant forest in a literal sense because the mountain of paper could only have such an equivalent) and upturned drawers of oil pastels

Roxas had always loved to travel. He spent his time travelling the world from Twilight Town to Radiant Garden, Agrabah all the way to Neverland and he never got bored or tired of it. His heart would swell when he saw such beautiful, busy and sometimes even lonely places, he loved it all, the bright sunsets that spilled across golden sand dunes captivated him, stars shooting across a black backdrop and disappearing behind crooked mountains made his eyes shine with awe. The smells, the sights, the sounds… he lived for it all and there was one thing his friends would always say about the blond; he never failed to have a story to tell and th

Roxas swallowed and tried to rid himself of the lump in his throat. This was it, the moment of truth, the moment he'd been dreading since Axel had brought it up three months ago. One simple question had turned his stomach upside down and into knots of fear; 'do your parents know?' Roxas could say with confidence that no, his parents did not know that their youngest son was gay, he'd been very careful to make sure they stayed oblivious to it and so far he'd done a pretty damn good job of it, but a factor arose that Roxas knew would change everything, and that factor was Axel, his boyfriend of almost a year –who Roxas' parents didn't know