Hiraeth

Rumi fought the strong urge to smile, "I'm still angry at you for not putting effort into the day I planned out for us, you know."

Two arms suddenly wrapped around her from behind, startling her. She could slightly feel his heart's steady beating as she tried to calm her own. Warm lips touched the back of her ear gently, "Are you really? Are you angry?"

Rumi dropped her angry act and smiled widely, "No."

"That's good," Sora mumbled, playing with a piece of Rumi's cherry hair. Rumi closed her eyes and sighed.

He watched her carefully, "You're not enjoying this, are you?"

Rumi opened her eyes and blinked in confusion, "I am."

Sora sighed and pulled his hand away, making her frown. He sat back down onto the chair and picked up the book from earlier. He pulled out a red bookmark and continued reading.

"Sora-"

"You shouldn't."