At fourteen, Sora feels like he's reached a dead end. Another year of bad grades means the possibility of repeating a hellish year of middle school. Dealing with the fallout from his classmates and cold, strict mother only makes matters worse.
So, w...
ʜᴏɴᴇꜱᴛʟʏ ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ~Brave - Sara Bareilles
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When Sora is suddenly startled awake in the middle of the night, He is shaking from head to toe. It's getting seriously cold in here. If it were lighter, Sora is sure he would be able to see his breath. The brunette pulls the covers up to his shoulders and curls uptight, nuzzling into Roxas's chest. Huh... I'm pretty sure Roxas wasn't facing me when we first went to sleep. I wonder if he'll get all weird if I huddle in close...
☁️You awake?☁️ Sora asks, out of some dumb hope that he'll be up for a post-midnight chat. Roxas doesn't stir at all, instead of shifting to throw an arm over Sora. And just like that... warmth! Sora is quick to return the favor, sliding an arm around the blond, brushing against something sticking out of his pocket. That's right--he picked up those papers earlier, and I have no clue why. The idea of sneaking a peek while he's snoozing away is pretty tempting, but Roxas's faked him out before with his whole sleeping thing. Some dumb curiosity isn't worth pissing him off like that. Besides, Sora does really Roxas want to trust him.
And dear god did Sora want to kiss him, but maybe the trusting thing will need to come first.
