[they couldn't exactly spill out of the closet and start making out outside. or rather, they technically could... but on second thought, the closet will do. they don't need to endure any more teasing than they're already probably going to get when they emerge, anyway. when is that even supposed to be?, Sora idly wonders in the back of his mind, as the rest of his efforts are focused on Riku. he can't tell if it's been seven minutes or seven hours or what—in this space, time seems to have frozen for everyone but the two boys.
in a weird way, even if he will never consciously say—or even realize—it, he almost doesn't want it to end. he doesn't know if he'll get to have a moment to explore his teenage feelings like this again, because their more important responsibilities will always be looming in the future. he doesn't know how their friendship will be affected, because as much as he'd like to think otherwise, a kiss between even the best of friends will do something afterward. he just doesn't know.
so instead, he presses his body firmly against Riku's, letting his instincts guide him rather than his thoughts. they're easier to deal with, at least in the short term, and when does Sora ever plan for the long term?]
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in a weird way, even if he will never consciously say—or even realize—it, he almost doesn't want it to end. he doesn't know if he'll get to have a moment to explore his teenage feelings like this again, because their more important responsibilities will always be looming in the future. he doesn't know how their friendship will be affected, because as much as he'd like to think otherwise, a kiss between even the best of friends will do something afterward. he just doesn't know.
so instead, he presses his body firmly against Riku's, letting his instincts guide him rather than his thoughts. they're easier to deal with, at least in the short term, and when does Sora ever plan for the long term?]