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Amidst knitting another row of stitches onto a new scarf, Sora heard the door to his house creak open. The entrant did not announce their presence, but the familiar shuffle of their footsteps down the hall brought a glowing warmth into Sora’s chest.
“Hey, Roxas,” Sora said cheerfully, without hardly a glance up from the turn of the needles through the blue and green yarn.
Roxas only groaned in response. He crossed the room to the couch where Sora sat and, flopping heavily down next to the brunette, promptly leaned his head onto Sora’s shoulder.
Sora slowed the rate of his knitting considerably, studying the mess of blond locks on his arm out of the corner of his eye. Then, carefully setting the partial scarf beside him, he rotated his arm upwards, opening an invitation for the contact between them to get closer.
Roxas seized the opportunity, and immediately Sora felt the other boy’s head move against his chest, pressed tight enough to draw forth the steady thrum of the heartbeat inside.
The whole interaction was equal parts troubling and endearing to Sora. “Um… You okay there, Roxas?”
“High school sucks.”
“Oh…”
“‘N’ I’m reporting back t’ headquarters,” Roxas mumbled into Sora’s shirt. “T’ recharge before the next mission.”
The instinct to ask more about Roxas’s day was quickly forgotten at this choice of words. Though Sora tried to fight it, a wry smile tugged at his lips. “‘Headquarters,’ huh?”
Roxas’s expression was hidden from view, but the way he rolled his eyes was palpable nonetheless. “I mean your heart. ‘t’s cozy. Makes me feel better.”
“Oh, sure, but… how does that work now? When you’re on the outside of my heart?” Sora tipped his chin, thoughtful yet a bit teasing, the smile on his face growing. “Don’t tell me you want to go back in there.”
“Sora.” Roxas groaned again and nestled tighter into the brunette’s embrace. “Just— I don’t want to talk. Just be here with me. Home with me. Please.”
Sora laughed openly now, unable to restrain his amusement any longer. Then, “Okay,” he said in earnest, “we can just be right now.”
Despite the annoyance Roxas had shown, Sora felt the other boy starting to smile into his chest, too.
In the quietude that followed, Sora made no further comment. He only ran his fingers gently through Roxas’s hair, and pondered to himself how their breathing seemed to slow into sync with the rhythm of his heartbeat.