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[Ahh-- The phone!]

Err- I ... [Sora's face lights up with a blush as he stares from the phone to Roxas.]

I didn't want you to forget about me. Are you mad? [He swallows a breath and fidgets with his pen.] I was really excited when you said we could be partners, so I thought it would be okay to keep checking in. Then I thought maybe you changed your mind.

[There's checking in and then there's this. Yet Roxas can't find himself capable of getting mad. Sora, do you not have friends? Or if you do, do you do this to them, too? Roxas would ask, but it seemed a little rude. He sighs with a soft smile as he sets his phone down.]

If I had changed my mind, I would told you instead of ignoring you. It's not really nice to ghost someone.

[It's rude beyond belief.]

How did you not get caught texting so much?

[Sora shrugs lightly trying to seem casual.]

I guess I was just excited to get to know you better too.

[He's admired Roxas for so long so for a chance at this...?]

And I'm pretty good at hiding things when I need to.

[See, that sounds a little strange...]

I don't get it. Why get to know me better if we're just working on a project together? It's not like knowing what I'm like will help with it...

[Does Sora have an ulterior motive?............. no, seems too innocent for it. Roxas wants to trust Sora enough to not feel he needs to be suspicious of anything. Though wasn't it the cute ones people needed to be careful of?

Stop thinking like it's a horror movie.]

You're better than I am. I get caught sometimes.

[Sora tucks his chin down for a moment. His heart is starting to beat faster and he's not sure he's able to calm it down this time.]

You say that like after the project you won't want to talk to me anymore...

[He looks up at Roxas through his bangs, blue eyes wide and curious.]

Isn't it obvious, Roxas...? Why I'd like to get to know you better?

[Wouldn't it happen that way? The project is over, they get their grade, and Sora would move on? Roxas isn't going to hold onto the hope they could be friends if in the end if all Sora wants is a good grade even with with the almost borderline obsessive texting.

That line of thinking is stopped when Sora looks at him.]

... no, not really.

[It's honest. Roxas is confused. There's something going on here he's not picking up on.]

Are you gonna tell me?

[Sora sucks in a small breath as he works up the courage to say something properly. Roxas really doesn't know just how much Sora loves him, does he? He should probably be more clear... Especially if Roxas has to love him back.

His fingers drift across to Roxas' knee. He trails his fingers there gently.]

I like you, Roxas. A lot.

[How would Roxas even know that? He didn't know Sora existed till today. Sora might feel like a bright person and just radiate like the sun, but the sun can be easily hidden. Roxas doesn't tend to look for someone sunny unless he has a reason to. Sunny people could easily burn you.

Then there's fingers on his knee. The reaction to that is a deep blush and a shiver. Sora, you're rather bold.]

You do? [He swallows hard and stares at the other.] Why?

What do you mean, Why? [Sora laughs softly, teasingly. It seems like such a silly question to ask. Isn't it so, so, so obvious?

Sora's fingers trail up Roxas' thigh slightly and he leans forward.]

You're amazing, Roxas. You're smart and funny. You always look like you have something you want to say. You always work hard and you're always sweet to people that deserve it. You collect toy animals and like plastic stars. And your eyes are the prettiest ones I've ever seen.

[That is a lot to take in... with how Sora is acting, the fingers on his thighs, Roxas has to admit to himself that he's having a hell of a time trying to keep his mind straight. This morning he woke up thinking it was going to be a normal day. Nothing like this could ever be imagined, even a confession seeming far fetched.]

.....

[He glances away to try and collect his thoughts.]

None of that except the animals and stars sounds like me at all. I study hard because the teachers think I'm a troublemaker. I don't believe in being mean to people unless they deserve it. [As for always having something to say? That's more of a temper and having opinions. It was just easier just to stay quiet and observe. And he's not funny.] And my eyes are just blue. Nothing special about them.

[The movement is swift in which Sora moves his hand from Roxas' thigh to his cheek. So quick that it seems almost desperate. He brushes his thumb over his skin gently, knuckles brushing blond locks as he does so.]

Everything about you is special. Don't say things like that.

[Sora's eyes are a bit wild. But there's that underlying love behind it all too.]

Even if you're trying to prove the teachers wrong, you're still smart. And you're fair to people. That's good. Why are you being so hard on yourself?

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[Eyes snapping back to Sora's, the hand on his cheek makes Roxas feel an almost painful flip in his stomach. He can't tell if the fluttering in his chest is from fight or flight response or potential happiness. Likely a mix of both. Sora is so earnest it's terrifying.]

I.... don't know how else to be?

[Being hard on himself was just something he's always done. Knowing there was better people out there was always being thrown around, so how could someone think well of themselves in that regard?]

Isn't everyone hard on themselves?

No, and you don't have to be, either.

[Sora frowns. It's not good for Roxas to think the way he's thinking. Not when Roxas is so perfect and amazing just the way he is. Sora wouldn't change anything about him. But how can he convince Roxas of all that?]

You're perfect the way you are, you don't ever have to change.

But...

[Wasn't there anything about himself that Sora didn't like? Or was he just content with how he was?

Roxas doesn't get it. He really doesn't get it. How could someone who is a complete stranger find him perfect. Or expect people to never change. With a sigh he leans into Sora's hand.]

I find that hard to believe. Perfection is hard. I'd rather be imperfect.

[No. This isn't right. This isn't right at all!]

Stop it... Stop saying things like that, Roxas...

[Sora seems to tremble slightly at Roxas' words.]

Why? Does it make you uncomfortable? I'm not perfect, Sora.

[Far from it. Far, far from it.]

I didn't know your name until I asked someone else. I skipped my third period because I didn't want to do math by pretending I didn't feel well so I could sleep in the nurses office. My room's usually messy but my brother bugged me to clean it. And the stars? I'm afraid of the dark. That all makes me far from perfect.

Stop it...

[Stop it. Stop it. S͛̆̄̍tͭ͢o͌ͩ̔̇̊̾p̀̀̑̓̑͋̔͜ ̾͂ͮ̉͝i̔̆̔̊t̷̏̓ͥ̈̎ͥ̐̚]

I don't want to hear those things... Roxas...

[Sora's hand slips from Roxas' cheek and down to his chest. He wants to feel his heartbeat. He wants to count how many times it thumps. His fingers curl into the fabric of Roxas' shirt.]

You're perfect... You really are!

[A nagging feeling that maybe this was turning into a dangerous situation sat in the back of Roxas' mind. Sora wasn't happy. Sora could be potentially harmful.

Roxas is pushing that down as much as he can, wanting to give Sora the benefit of the doubt. This is... this would be fine. Yeah. Maybe. Sora wouldn't do anything. It's hard not to look nervous.]

You're going to keep saying that, aren't you. [He sighed, looking down at the hand curled into his shirt.] And nothing I do or say will ever change your mind?

Because I know the truth. I know you.

[Sora's heart won't tell him anything different. The denial is strong. There could never be anything wrong with Roxas. Ever. His sweet soul, his pretty eyes, the sound of his voice. Everything is wonderful.]

You just have to believe it too.

[He leans forward to catch Roxas' lips in a kiss. It's tender and sweet despite Sora's sudden forcefulness against Roxas' shirt. But his grip is still tight on the fabric.]

You know me?

[How? Just how? The nagging was getting stronger, almost a dull ache now. This was a situation he can't apparently talk his way out of. Sora just seems... passionate? That's a good word. Maybe.

Roxas wants to complain when it's cut off. Lips against his is an unfamiliar sensation. It takes a minute for his brain to catch up enough to scream at him about what's going on.

So... he'll kiss back and see if that calms Sora down. ~~this might be the only kiss he'll ever get so why not~~]

[Roxas is lucky (or maybe not so lucky) that the returned kiss is enough for Sora's grip to loosen on Roxas' shirt. He still holds on but it's not as tightly as he had been before.

While his head is still spinning with the argument that Roxas is wonderful the way that he is his head is also getting cloudy from the feel of lips against his makes him dizzy. He presses for more, tongue peaking to get a swipe of what Roxas' mouth tastes like. Soft, yet gently desperate.]

[So a kiss has calmed this potential tiny beast down. Not that Roxas would ever call Sora that, but he remembers that in the animal kingdom that some of the cutest animals were some of the deadliest. It's calming down his own fear as Sora keeps going.

Until Sora decides to use tongue and Roxas panics. He's not ready for that kind of kiss and he pulls away fast. He puts his hands over his face as his cheeks go scarlet.]

S-Sorry... too much, too fast...

[Sora ends up giggling when Roxas pulls away, a short breathless noise from his lips as he wipes a bit of wetness from his bottom lip.

Roxas is too cute when he blushes. He can barely handle it.

He leans forward again even if he heard Roxas' words. But this time he leans in enough to press a kiss to Roxas' ear, lips brushing the shell of it gently.]

Just a bit more...

[Don't giggle at him! It's embarrassing that he can't handle more. Roxas is more than a little mortified that this is how his first kiss went. Sora is so confident in what he's doing...

The next kiss is the most startling. It makes a breathy yet high pitched noise escape from the blond's lips. Immediately the hands are moved from covering the face to muting any potential sound coming from his mouth. The blush is deep and extends to his ears, though Roxas is sure that it's all over.

He stares at Sora with wide eyes. How much more can he take? And should he act or keep being a passive recipient?]

[~~there's a fine line between confidence and obsession~~

Sora is purely delighted at the reactions he's getting. Sora's heart flutters like a tornado in his chest. He continues to trail his lips over Roxas' ear and eventually leaves a small nip at Roxas' earlobe.

He finally leans back a little. His fingers tickle over Roxas' chest as he still feels for that thumping heartbeat. He watches Roxas with wide eyes.]

Heh. You should see how nice your face looks right now.

[He could take a picture right now.]