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...
̲T̲h̲e̲y̲ ̲d̲o̲n̲'̲t̲ ̲u̲n̲d̲e̲r̲s̲t̲a̲n̲d̲,̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲y̲ ̲d̲o̲n̲'̲t̲ ̲u̲n̲d̲e̲r̲s̲t̲a̲n̲d̲ ̲u̲s̲~ Not Gonna Get Us - t.A.T.u
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Sora is at least courteous enough to leave the room so Roxas can change back into his clothes before he even tells the brunette to get lost. This whole thing with him...it's just weird. I mean, he randomly decides to slash his arm then turns around and says he can't remember anything? Is this some kind of sick, twisted joke? Sora can't help but wonder if Roxas is lying, and if the golden blond is... which part is the lie? Is he a self-harmer, or some kind of... selective amnesiac? Sora doesn't know which of those would be easier for him to believe. Or harder to live with.