this boy was an impending twister ☀

Roxas thought about the words falling from Sora’s lips, weighted on his ears and chiming, crystal bright, echoing through his brain and reverberating from the dense curves of his skull. Roxas moved closer, the tips of nearly identical noses - identical if Roxas hadn’t broken his so many times - brushing softly against one another. Cornflower blue optics blinked at him, shining in the dim light, and Roxas could see his own gaze staring back at him, reflected in glossy blue. 

The blond had an obvious lack of boundaries, choosing to dive right in by being a mere hair's breadth away. He reeked of cigarettes, tar and ash but had a familiar scent of a spice beneath the layer of a dense nicotine. That humid air that coasted along Sora's lips tasted the very same and despite himself, the brunet's eyes narrowed just the slightest as his pupils dilated.

She was satisfied with his reaction to her tickling him. He was one of the few boys she knew who was still ticklish at his age, and to know that she just had to do something small to make him laugh made her happy. He was adorable whenever he did so. And handsome. But Sora was always handsome and - well, yeah.

They beamed at each other for a moment and Sora thought that the world had frozen. Her eyes locked on his this way caused his heart to stutter, and in fear of making a stupid move, Sora glanced away and moved to begin towards the shelf of DVDs to focus his attention there. His index finger traced the titles until he found the one he sought; he yanked it out of its place and held up to for Kairi to see as he turned around to face her again. With a bright smile in place, he opened the case and started towards the television, dropping himself on the floor in front of the old system he had set up.