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lackyghost · 2 years ago

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Bakugou Katsuki whistles as he looks out the dorm window, taking in the flurry of white spread across the UA University campus. It’s barely noon, but it’s so dark that it already feels like dusk.

Classes have been canceled for the day and students are required to stay in their dormitories until the unexpectedly belligerent snowstorm runs its course.

So, Katsuki is currently hanging out in the first-floor common space with several of his dorm mates, people he has come to consider good friends over the past few years of school; Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Jirou Kyouka, and Ashido Mina.

Katsuki and Eijirou have known each other since high school, and they met Hanta, Mina, and Denki in their first year at UA and have remained friends over their now two-and-a-half years of college life.

Katsuki met Kyouka one year ago in a shared class and became friends (reluctantly on Katsuki’s part) over shared favorite bands. Their bond further grew when Kyouka invited him to see her own band, Class A, intro for her friend’s band: The LOV.

They’ve been Katsuki’s favorite band ever since.

Katsuki made up some decent hot chocolate, and the six are settled in with blankets from their rooms, curled up side-by-side on one of the large green sectionals, planted in front of the TV as they try to decide on a movie.

Katsuki, being the only one who doesn’t like close contact, has claimed the entire corner section for himself. Hanta has one of the armrests, Mina is curled up next to him, Kyouka on her other side, Eijirou is closest to Katsuki and Denki is hovering in the space between Eijirou and Kyouka.

“Action,” Kyouka says shortly. “You know I will literally always vote for action.”

“Don’t care, I’m gonna fall asleep anyway,” Hanta says with a shrug.

“We should do a romcom this time!” Denki declares.

“Oh?” Katsuki says with a dark smirk. “C’mon, Sparky, you sure you don’t want horror? Or are you too chicken shit?”

“How dare you, sir,” Denki says, feigning offence. “I will have you know that I love horror movies. I just happen to think a romcom would be better.”

“Is that why you screamed and hid behind Kiri when we watched that vampire thriller last week?” Mina taunts. “Because of how much you love it?”

“H-hey! Maybe I just wanted an excuse to cuddle my favorite beefcake!” Denki yells, jutting out his lower lip in a dramatic pout.

“Aw, you don’t need an excuse to cuddle me, bro,” Eijirou says with a laugh.

“Is that a yes to the horror movie?” Mina asks, clasping her hands in front of her face.

“You know what? Fine!” Denki says, crossing his arms defiantly. “Pick something!”

Mina chuckles maniacally and looks to Katsuki as she rises from the couch, blanket still pulled around her shoulders like a cape. Katsuki returns the expression and Denki gulps loudly.

Mina keeps her massive grin on as she moves to the case of films she brought from home. She flips through a few pages until she finds the one she wants. She pops the disc into the TV, turns the lights off, and grabs the remote from the coffee table before sitting back down between Hanta and Kyouka.

“Is this the one you were telling Blasty and I about the other day?” Kyouka asks.

“Yup,” Mina says, popping the ‘p.’

Kyouka throws her head back and laughs as Katsuki cackles loudly. Denki fails to hide a whimper and Eijirou pats his shoulder soothingly.

“It’ll be okay, man,” Eijirou says. “Promise.”

“If I die, it’s on you guys,” Denki whines. “My poor heart.”

The other five laugh as Mina starts the movie. The film is set around a house with a dozen friends trapped by a snowstorm, undoubtedly with monsters or murderers soon to come.

Denki whimpers pathetically and pulls his blanket up around himself like a shawl, tugging it over his blonde head and barely leaving enough room for his face to poke out.

Katsuki watches boredly, his pale blonde spikes in their usual disarray, the complete opposite of Eijirou’s dyed red tresses, which are purposefully gelled up.

Mina is leaning her head on Kyouka’s shoulder, and Kyouka’s purple-haired head is on the other girls’ pink curls, creating a weird mixture of colors where the strands tangle as they watch the movie with matching grins on their face.

Hanta is, as he had forewarned, beginning to fall asleep, his black hair limply falling across his slowly closing eyes, uncaring even as one of the characters is dragged through a window by a monster with glowing blue eyes.

Katsuki fucking loves horror movie. Even if the film is shit, watching how other people react to it is amazing and makes any horror movie worth it.

The movie reaches a slow part, only two of the initial group left alive. One of the characters is preparing to sacrifice themselves as a distraction after deducing that there’s only one beast out to get them.

They hand the keys to their truck to the other, telling them that it’s unlocked and parked at the end of the drive. They instruct the other to run like hell as soon as they give the signal.

The moment is quiet and dark, leaving the room feeling dense and heavy as the braver of the two characters pants with fear and adrenaline. They slowly open the door and look around, meeting only the sound of the bitter, cold wind whipping around. They nod to their friend and step out, quietly closing the door behind themself.

They take a deep breath and start jogging alongside the house, moving as far from the door and driveway as possible; the snow crunching softly under their feet.

They lick their lips and start running, slamming their feet down as hard and heavy as possible.

A snarl rips through the air, the padding of feet can be heard behind the braver character, but they keep running, refusing to yell out for their friend until the last possible second.

The beast is closing in, the snap of jaws can be heard as the monster’s jaws clamp around their shirt, ripping the back open. The character pushes harder, clenching their jaw as they force their legs even faster.

Their foot catches on a root and they go flying through the air, slamming down on their arm with a sickening crack as their wrist breaks when they try to break their fall. The character rolls onto their back and looks up as the dark shape looms closer, those shocking blue eyes glowing as the creature approaches…

BAM! BAM! BAM!

All six of the students scream and turn to look for the source of the very real sound. Katsuki leaps to his feet and moves toward the windows, Eijirou and Denki run up behind him. Denki clings to Eijirou’s arm, trembling as he walks half behind the redhead, using him like a human shield.

Denki sees it before the other two, and he screams bloody murder and points out the window next to the front door.

There, wrapped in a black hood and black scarf, is a pair of wide, turquoise eyes. Katsuki’s own scarlet eyes widen in surprise as he freezes, eyes locked on the ones out the window.

“It’s just a person,” Katsuki says with a scoff, but the electric blonde just tightens his grip on Eijirou’s arm.

The person outside would’ve normally stuck out amongst the snow in their all-black winter attire, but with the darkness of the storm, it’s hard to make out much about them.

They bang on the window again and Denki screams again and runs to jump on top of Kyouka and Mina, who immediately start rubbing his back to try to calm him down.

“No one should be out there right now,” Katsuki says as he and Eijirou move to tug the doors open.

The freezing wind and rush of snow that flies inside has them both shivering and Eijirou waves his hand quickly, “C’mon, man! Get inside!”

“What if it’s a murderer!?” Denki shrieks.

“Shut up!” Katsuki snaps.

The person steps inside, even under the thick coat, scarf, and gloves; the person’s entire body is shaking with cold. But they turn and shove the door shut with a grunt.

“Sh-Sh-Sh-Shou…” the person says in a deep, gruff voice, teeth chattering. “W-w-where’s Sh-Shouto?”

“Dude, you’re freezing,” Eijirou says. He runs to the couch and grabs his blanket before rushing back to the person.

“Take your fucking coat and boots off,” Katsuki demands. “Pinky, go reheat some of the hot chocolate.”

“On it!” Mina says as she pushes Denki up off her and takes off into the kitchen.

“Do you need help?” Eijirou asks the new person.

“F-f-f-fuck off,” they say as they lean back on the door to toe off their boots.

“Don’t be fucking dramatic,” Katsuki says, rolling his eyes. “It’s your own damn fault if you lose something to frostbite.”

He watches with annoyance all over his face as the person shakily removes their gloves, tossing them on the floor beside the door. They flex their blue-tinted hands before pulling at their coat zipper.

Eijirou reaches a hand out to steady them when they nearly trip over their own boots, but the person quickly slaps his hand away. They pull their hood back, revealing a mess of spiky white hair. They tug their arms free of their sleeves and drop the coat on top of their gloves before unwinding their scarf.

Katsuki’s brain momentarily malfunctions as he takes in the sight of the obscenely attractive man. He’s about half a head taller than the blonde and clearly fit and toned; his long-sleeved black under armor shirt clings to his defined chest and arms.

And the guy’s face, even as annoyed as he looks, is angular and perfectly proportioned. His jaw is strong, and face full of silver piercings across his flawless pale skin.

“Kiri, here!” Mina yells, snapping Katsuki out of his gay panic.

“Thanks!” The redhead yells back as he grabs the cup of steaming cocoa from her.

“Here, man,” Eijirou says as he hands the cup to the guy.

The mystery man tries to say something, but his teeth are still chattering, a fact that is obviously pissing him off. Katsuki gestures for the guy to follow him to the sofa.

He waits for the stranger to sit at the far end of the sofa, as far from everyone else as possible, before grabbing Eijirou’s blanket and tossing it over the guy. The mystery man takes a sip of the cocoa and hums.

“N-not b-bad,” the guy says before taking another sip.

“Oh, hey, Touya,” Kyouka says, surprised.

The guy, Touya, rolls his eyes and nods to her. “Kyouka.”

“So, who is it you’re looking for?” Eijirou asks.

“Shouto,” Touya snaps, the anger and cocoa combination apparently having chased away his chattering teeth.

“You came over here for your brother?” Kyouka asks, bewildered.

“He isn’t answering his fucking phone,” Touya says, annoyed.

“Oh!” Eijirou says. “You were worried about your bro!”

“What? No,” Touya says, scoffing. “He’s got the notes from yesterday’s lesson, and I need them.”

“You walked through a blizzard for class notes?” Hanta asks, now fully awake again, a mischievous grin on his face. “Man, you must really love school.”

“I’m a fucking sub here and I have to teach tomorrow, the old bastard teacher fucking sucks at digitally sending notes, so Shouto grabbed them for me,” Touya says, annoyance steadily growing. “Where the fuck is he?”

“I’ll go see if he’s in his room,” Denki says as he sits up, still eyeing Touya wearily. “My poor heart can’t handle this right now.”

“Just go, Sparky,” Katsuki grouses.

“Yup!” Denki says, nodding quickly as he takes off for the elevator.

“What do you sub for?” Hanta questions.

“Math and science,” Touya says before finishing his mug of cocoa and setting it down on the coffee table. “I make it better.”

“You fucking wish,” Katsuki says with a huff, crossing his arms.

“How long were you out there?” Eijirou questions.

“No fucking idea,” Touya says with a shrug.

“You’re in that apartment complex across from campus, right?” Kyouka asks.

“Yup,” Touya confirms.

“Damn, on a clear day that’s a half hour walk here,” Kyouka says.

“Dude,” Eijirou says, eyeing the white-haired man with even more concern. “You still need to warm up. Your jeans are wet, looks like your socks are, too.”

“So fucking what?” Touya snaps. “Just tell me where my brother is so I can grab my shit and go. I’m not in the mood to hang out with bratty college kids.”

“I’m not a fucking kid, you asshole,” Katsuki snaps.

“Sure act like one, Doll,” Touya grouses.

“Doll?” Katsuki hisses, face turning red as Touya’s annoyance morphs into a devilish grin.

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re pretty like a Doll,” Touya drawls.

“Fuck you,” Katsuki snarls, embarrassed.

“Well, I’m sure Katsuki can lend you some dry clothes and we can toss your stuff in the wash,” Eijirou offers.

“Okay,” Touya says as Katsuki barks out a firm, “Fuck no!”

“Aw, come on, Kats, my clothes would be way too big, and Denki’s and Hanta’s would be too small,” Eijirou says.

“I hate you,” Katsuki deadpans, turning on his heel and shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants as he moves for the elevator. “Hurry the fuck up, Metalface.”

The white-haired man ditches the blanket on the sofa and smirks smugly as he follows. Katsuki scowls to himself as they wait for the elevator to arrive. Touya snickers and turns to observe the dormitory.

The elevator dings and as soon as the doors open, a flurry of yellow-blonde hair zips out and slams into Katsuki’s chest. The spiky-haired blonde instinctively grabs Denki’s arms and steadies him before he can fall.

“Jesus, you’re like a fucking brick wall, Blasty,” Denki whines as he rubs his now sore nose. “Todoroki’s not here, by the way. I called him and he says he’s with Midoriya.”

“Of fucking course he’s with shitty Deku,” Katsuki grouses.

“But he says he left his notes in his room,” Denki chirps.

“Oh, that works,” Touya says as he steps into the elevator with the scowling blonde. “I’ve got a key to his room.”

“I’m gonna go look for some comfort food,” Denki says as he stumbles off toward the kitchen.

Katsuki rolls his eyes as the elevator doors close. He and Touya fall into an awkward silence that the blonde has no intention of breaking.

“So…” Touya says, “what’re you in school for?”

Katsuki grits his teeth. “Thermodynamics.”

“Oh?” Touya says, a wide grin tugging his lips.

“What about it?” Katsuki snaps, narrowing his eyes at Touya.

“Oh, nothing,” Touya says, chuckling. “It’s not an easy topic. You sure you can handle it, Doll?”

“Fuck off,” Katsuki snaps.

“I’m just saying, Thermodynamics takes brains,” Touya says, shrugging unrepentantly.

“I’m top of my fucking class, asshole,” the blonde snarls. “I’m smarter than any of the other shitty extras in those fucking classes.”

“So humble,” Touya muses.

“Fuck being humble, it’s worthless,” Katsuki snaps. “I don’t give a fuck how anyone fucking sees me. Doesn’t change a goddamn thing.”

“Damn, Doll,” Touya says, blinking at the shorter man. “Confidence is hot.”

“The fuck?” Katsuki says, giving Touya a bewildered form of snarl.

Touya just shrugs and the elevator comes to a stop on Katsuki’s floor. The doors slide open and the blonde leads the way down the hall to his room. He pulls out his keyring and unlocks his door, pushing it open and gesturing for Touya to follow him in. He leaves the taller man to look around his room as he digs through his closet.

Katsuki’s room is always clean; his double bed pushed up into the far wall, black and orange comforter neatly over his bed, grenade throw pillow in place. His small desk is next to his bed in place of a nightstand, the top of it neatly stacked with notebooks and an orderly pencil cup.

“Here you go, fucker,” Katsuki says, tossing a pair of oversized black sweatpants to the guy and a black shirt with ‘The LOV’ across the chest in bold red letters.

Touya takes the clothes and snorts out a laugh at the shirt.

“Got a fucking problem?” Katsuki says, narrowing his eyes.

“Nope,” Touya says, turquoise eyes glittering with mirth. “Bathroom?”

“Right there,” Katsuki says, pointing to the door next to his closet. “When you’re done, we can go up to your shitty Half-n-Half brother’s room. He’s down on the second floor.”

Touya shakes his head, still looking weirdly amused, which just has Katsuki growing steadily more annoyed. While he waits for Touya to change, Katsuki pulls his phone out and sends a quick text to the Half-n-Half bastard to ask where he left the notes.

The bathroom door opens and Katsuki looks up, cheeks heating up at the sight of Touya in his clothes, his wet items balled up under one arm.

Katsuki is shorter than the guy, but he’s bulkier and it shows in how loose his shirt is on the slenderer white-haired man. Katsuki can’t help but think that Touya looks cute as hell wearing his clothes.

“You good there, Doll?” Touya says, giving Katsuki an amused smirk.

“Shut up,” Katsuki says, turning to the door. “Stop fucking calling me that.”

“Nope,” Touya says cheerfully.

“Asshole,” Katsuki mutters as he steps out into the hall.

Touya walks out behind him and Katsuki pulls the door closed until he hears the automatic lock click into place.

Katsuki clears his throat before talking again. “Down to the second floor, and then you can wash your shit and go away.”

Touya chuckles lowly as he follows Katsuki to the elevator. The blonde hums under his breath, trying to calm his annoyance. It’s the tune of one of his LOV favorites. He hears Touya snort quietly and turns to him, one eyebrow raised.

“The fuck’s so funny?” Katsuki snaps.

“Nothing, Doll,” Touya says, but the firm smirk on his face says otherwise.

Katsuki grunts, annoyed. Thankfully, the elevator dings again and Katsuki pulls his phone out to check for a text from Shouto as he leads Touya down the hall.

“Halfie says the notes should be on his desk,” Katsuki says before pocketing his phone.

“Fair enough,” Touya says, shrugging.

“Just make it quick,” Katsuki says.

He groans lowly in annoyance as he watches the taller man pull out his keychain. He flips through a weirdly large number of keys before finding the right one and unlocking the door.

“Why the fuck do you have a key to his room?” Katsuki asks, as he follows the guy inside.

“He’s my baby brother and he wanted me to have one,” Touya says with a shrug. “In case of emergencies and stuff, y’know?”

“Nope,” Katsuki deadpans. “Don’t fucking care, either.”

“Not surprising,” Touya says with a snort as he starts flipping through papers on his brother’s messily organized desk.

“The fuck’s that supposed to mean?” Katsuki snaps.

“You just don’t seem like the kind of person who likes to be close to people,” Touya says. “It’s not a bad thing, Doll.”

Katsuki clicks his tongue, but doesn’t respond, so Touya knows he’s on the nose with that one. Touya finds the correct notes and scans them quickly before nodding and moving to the door. Katsuki follows him out and Touya pulls the door until it locks.

“Laundry room is on the first floor,” Katsuki says.

“Laundry room is on the first floor in every dorm, Doll,” Touya says as he stalks up ahead to the elevator.

“Whatever,” Katsuki grumbles as he steps into the box, standing next to Touya.

When the elevator hits the first floor, Katsuki walks with the white-haired man, curious to see if he could actually find his way to the laundry room on his own.

Katsuki nods at his friends, still on the sofa, now watching a comedy to help cheer Denki up.

Kyouka looks over and laughs loudly before turning back to the screen. Katsuki cocks his head curiously before looking to Touya, who is smirking again.

“What the fuck are you laughing at?” Katsuki snaps.

“Oh, nothing, Doll,” Touya drawls.

Katsuki just gives him an uncertain look as Touya turns away from the common area, down the hall past the kitchen, and, to Katsuki’s disappointment, leads them straight into the laundry room.

Touya stuffs his clothes into an open machine and quickly scans the various laundry soaps before shrugging and grabbing one, tossing a little in before slamming the door shut and setting it to a quick wash.

“Does your kitchen have any food?” Touya asks as he turns back to Katsuki.

“It should,” Katsuki says. “I could probably make some stew or curry.”

“I’ll make curry,” Touya says as he heads out of the room.

“Fuck you, can you even cook?” Katsuki demands as he falls into step beside the older man.

“Wait and find out,” Touya says with a smirk.

“Whatever,” Katsuki says, rolling his eyes.

Katsuki leaves Touya alone in the kitchen, not even offering to help and instead rejoining his friends on the couch.

“Did I miss anything good?” Katsuki asks as he looks to the TV.

“Bakugou,” Kyouka says, sounding thoroughly amused.

“What?” Katsuki asks, turning to look at his purple-haired friend.

“So, you know my band, right?” Kyouka asks, eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Yeah, Class A,” Katsuki says, cocking a brow.

“And you know who we open for a lot?” Kyouka continues.

“The LOV, do you have a fucking point here?” Katsuki says, annoyed.

“Do you know who’s in their band, Blasty?” Kyouka asks.

“Psycho sings and plays bass, Split Face and Top Hat play guitar, and Chapstick plays piano, right?” Katsuki says.

Kyouka drops her head back and laughs, and Katsuki scowls harshly. At this point, Eijirou, Denki, Mina, and Hanta are also looking at her curiously.

“I feel like I would understand this if I’d paid more attention at your concerts,” Mina says, eyebrows raised as she looks at Kyouka.

“Seriously, I’m confused,” Denki says.

“Me too,” Eijirou says.

“Don’t feel too bad about it,” Hanta says. “I have no idea what’s going on right now, either.”

Kyouka rubs her hands over her face and takes a breath to steady her breathing before leveling her stare at Katsuki again.

“They also have a drummer,” Kyouka says, her lips twitching as she fights back more laughter. “The same drummer who has played with their band since they started.”

“Okay,” Katsuki says slowly. “Should I know who their shitty ass drummer is?”

“I guess I can kinda get why you don’t,” Kyouka says, licking her lips and huffing out another short laugh. “Their drummer usually sits pretty low and doesn’t like being under the spotlights. He also doesn’t particularly like hanging out with us outside of practice, but… Blasty, you’ve met their drummer.”

“I have?” Katsuki says, nose scrunching up. “Fucking when?”

“You were super drunk, I’m not surprised you forgot,” Kyouka says. “It was one of the first shows you went to last year, at that little arena near the café. I invited you backstage and you were practically tripping over yourself. We ended up sending you home in a taxi.”

“I remember the taxi,” Katsuki says, eyes narrowing as he nods. “Did I piss the drummer off?”

“Um, not exactly,” Kyouka says, and then she loses it and starts laughing all over again.

“I’m so confused,” Denki whines.

“Me too, bro,” Eijirou says, patting Denki’s shoulder.

“Kyouka, babe, can you elaborate here?” Mina asks.

“Fuck, did I start another fucking fight?” Katsuki says, grimacing.

Kyouka looks at him and starts laughing all over again, wheezing as she doubles over. Katsuki is about to ask again when the smell of curry reaches them and he sniffs the air as he gets to his feet

“That smells so good,” Eijirou says, grabbing onto Katsuki’s arm to pull himself up.

Katsuki and Eijirou make their way into the kitchen, Denki on their heels. Denki and Eijirou are both practically drooling as they watch Touya scoop the curry into bowls.

He turns and holds two bowls out for them, and Denki and Eijirou gladly take them and move over to the closest table.

“How spicy do you like it, Doll?” Touya questions.

Katsuki cocks a brow. “Hellfire.”

Touya grins wildly and scoops out three more portions for Kyouka, Hanta, and Mina before dumping more spice in and mixing it up.

He fills a bowl for Katsuki, who nods as he makes his way over to the table. He plops down at a chair, scoops up a heaping spoonful and pops it into his mouth, nearly moaning at how good it is.

“Fuck,” Katsuki groans.

“Right?” Eijirou says, wide-eyed and nodding fervently.

Mina takes a bite of her curry and immediately starts fanning her mouth. “Oh my God, this is already so spicy! I need milk!”

“Wimp,” Katsuki snorts.

“Thanks, Touya,” Kyouka says.

“Always happy to char some sinuses,” the man drawls as he fills the last bowl with some for himself.

Having scarfed his food down, Katsuki stands back up and goes to the kitchen to wash his bowl and spoon.

“So, Kyouka, about what Blasty did to The LOV’s poor drummer?” Mina asks, wiggling as she tries to contain her deep-rooted need for gossip.

“Ah, yes,” Kyouka says. “You remember anything other than the taxi, Blasty?”

“Um, no,” Katsuki admits.

He finishes washing up, turns the tap off, and dries his hands before walking over to the table. He grabs an empty chair and pulls it up to the open end of the table.

He gives his purple-haired friend a bored look. “No fucking idea what I did.”

“Well,” Kyouka says, clearing her throat before turning to look at Katsuki. “Do you remember your gay panic week last year?”

“I remember gay panic week!” Eijirou says with a loud belly laugh.

“Is that when you cried because your husband died?” Denki asks.

Touya chokes on his curry and Kyouka cracks up laughing all over again.

“Oh yeah!” Hanta says, turning to Katsuki with a huge grin. “Your invisible husband! What was his name again?”

Katsuki groans and drops his face into his hands, his voice is muffled when he says, “I’ve been trying to suppress those memories.”

“Sun God, wasn’t it?” Mina muses.

“Ah, yes,” Denki says, nodding sagely. “Your beloved husband Helios.”

“May he rest in peace,” Eijirou says.

“It would be a travesty to forget him,” Hanta says.

“Seriously, Kyouka?” Touya says, covering his face with one hand.

“Oh no, you didn’t have to hear it,” Kyouka says, her face splitting into an unusually large grin. “He called me the next morning, still off his ass and in a panic because he couldn’t find his husband.”

“Fuck all of you,” Katsuki growls.

“Okay, okay,” Kyouka says, holding her hands up in surrender. “Your gay panic week was brought on by The LOV’s drummer.”

“Right,” Katsuki says, lowering his hands so he can look at her skeptically.

Touya finishes his curry and stands up, shaking his head as he goes into the kitchen and starts washing his bowl.

“Go on,” Mina prompts, eyes locked on Kyouka.

“You asked him to marry you,” Kyouka says, and Katsuki groans loudly. “So, he dragged you to me and we called you a cab. And he went with you to make sure you got back to your dorm, and then left you on the sofa.”

Katsuki nods, remembering waking up feeling thoroughly confused. “That was the worst hangover of my life.”

“The LOV’s drummer… is Touya,” Kyouka says, biting back another laugh.

Mina gasps loudly and Hanta and Eijirou crack up laughing while Denki screeches. Katsuki looks into the kitchen, where Touya’s shoulders are jerking as he bends over the sink, laughing as he scrubs his bowl out.

“Oh my fucking God,” Katsuki groans loudly as he puts his face in his hands again.

The tap turns off and Katsuki can hear Touya walking over, even with the sounds of his other friends laughing at him and recanting more memories from that unforgiving week of shame.

“Thanks for the shirt,” Touya says.

Katsuki drops his hands to look up at Touya, spiky white hair softly illuminated by the kitchen lights, looking like a halo. His turquoise eyes are full of amusement, and the smirk on his face is both taunting and seductive as he stares down at Katsuki, hands on his hips, The LOV shirt hanging off him like a personal taunt.

“Fuck,” Katsuki croaks out.

He knows his face is as red as his eyes, but that isn’t even close to the most mortifying thing at the moment.

Because there, looking up from his seat at Touya, he knows exactly why he had called his ‘husband’ the Sun God Helios.

“More gay panic, Blasty?” Eijirou teases.

“You have no fucking idea,” Katsuki blurts out, and then groans yet again and drops his forehead to the table.

“Aww, Blasty,” Mina coos. “He’s been checking you out this whole time.”

“Of course I fucking have,” Touya says, scoffing loudly, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“What the fuck?” Katsuki says, lifting his head to give Touya a bewildered look.

“You’re hot,” Touya says bluntly and Katsuki's cheeks flush.

“Shut up,” Katsuki snaps.

Touya snickers and turns away from the group. “I’m going to go switch my laundry over.”

“What the fuck?” Katsuki says when Touya vanishes into the laundry room, but the words come out like a question.

“He called you hot,” Denki says.

“He’s asked about you a lot since that night,” Kyouka says with a smirk.

“You sat on that info for a whole year!?” Mina yells. “How could you do that, Kyouka!?”

Kyouka shrugged. “I was kinda hoping he would go talk to you himself.”

“So, was coming for notes today an excuse?” Hanta asks.

“Nope, just needed the fucking notes,” Touya says as he walks back toward them. He comes to a stop right behind Katsuki, and the blonde stiffens. “I’m subbing for the Thermodynamics teacher this semester while she’s on leave.”

“Oh, shit,” Eijirou says, snorting out a laugh as he looks at Katsuki.

“Lemme get this straight,” Denki says, face scrunched up like he is solving a difficult equation. “Touya, my dude, you are super smart, super good looking, in a band, and you think Blasty is hot?”

“Was that not clear?” Touya drawls.

“Oh, no, just clarifying,” Denki assures him. “I think you broke him.”

“Seriously, Helios, you broke my poor baby,” Mina says, leaning over to poke Katsuki’s bicep.

Katsuki’s head snaps up. “Huh?”

“Yeah, you broke him,” Hanta says, nodding somberly.

“Pretty sure that means you have to fix him,” Kyouka says.

“Seems fair,” Eijirou says, grinning wickedly.

“Works for me,” Touya says, and Katsuki swallows thickly when he feels the man’s chest press to his back as Touya leans forward and whispers in his ear. “I’ll be stuck here all night. Wanna have some fun?”

“Fuck yeah,” Katsuki breathes out, still not daring to move.

Touya chuckles, and Katsuki feels it as the man’s chest rumbles against his back. Touya straightens up and Katsuki turns to look up at him.

“Did you wanna head upstairs now?” Touya asks, that delicious, seductive grin back on his face.

“Fuck yes,” Katsuki says, standing up slowly.

Touya cocks an eyebrow, but waits for Katsuki to steel himself and lead the way to the elevator. His friends shout encouragements after him, but he just flips them off.

When he steps into the elevator, he turns and leans back against the wall, holding onto the support bar as he watches Touya step inside and push the button.

“Is this a fucking fever dream or something?” Katsuki wonders aloud.

The elevator doors close and Touya steps closer to Katsuki, putting his hands on the wall on either side of the blonde, caging him in.

“I have been waiting for this for a year,” Touya says, leaning in close. “But I’m not gonna push you to do anything, Doll.”

“Katsuki,” the blonde says quietly as his eyes flick across the older man’s face.

Touya is even more stunning up close. He has pale freckles over his cheeks and nose, long white lashes, and specks of silver in his turquoise irises.

His lips are plump and pink, and he is definitely staring at them when Touya slowly runs his tongue over his lower lip, enticing a small groan from Katsuki.

Touya hums and drags one hand down to cup the blonde’s jaw. “Only if you call me Touya.”

Katsuki hums and reaches up to grasp the back of the man’s neck, pulling him down for a biting kiss that the man eagerly returns. One of Touya’s hands reaches down to grab the man’s hip, pulling him closer before snaking back to grab his ass.

The sound of the elevator doors dinging open nearly drowns out Katsuki’s soft moan, but it’s enough to have Touya’s cock twitching, slowly starting to harden. He pulls away from the younger and lets Katsuki lead the way down to his room, fumbling to pull his keys from his pocket.

“Shut the fuck up,” Katsuki hisses when he hears Touya snickering, which just has the man laughing louder.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” Touya says with a hum.

Katsuki’s face scrunches up as he shoves his finally unlocked door open. “Fuck off, I’m not cute.”

Touya quirks a brow at the blonde as he steps inside, and he swiftly follows after, shutting the door behind himself and not even waiting to confirm that it’s locked before grabbing the man’s hips and pulling him backwards so he can kiss along his neck.

“Adorable,” Touya says, and when Katsuki growls lightly, he grins against his skin. “Hot, sexy, and very, very cute.”

“Fuck off,” Katsuki mutters even as he tilts his head to give the man better access.

Touya chuckles softly, trailing his hands down the blonde’s sides. He fiddles with the waistband of his black sweatpants for a moment before sliding his hands up beneath his shirt, humming a pleased sound at the firm muscle.

“Fuck, Doll,” Touya says, his hands raising up to squeeze the man’s pecs. “Top or bottom? I’m not picky.”

Katsuki’s face flushes, but he reaches behind himself to grasp Touya’s hips, pulling him against the globes of his ass in a silent answer. Touya grunts, rolling his stiffening cock up against the crack of the man’s ass.

Katsuki steps away from him abruptly and Touya lets out a small growl of annoyance, but Katsuki simply walks over to his bed, lifting his shirt up and tossing it aside before falling onto his mattress.

He leans over to open his nightstand and pulls out a small bottle and a blue foil packet that is all too familiar to the older man, but he’s curious to see what the blonde’s plan is.

Katsuki all but ignores the fact that Touya is even there, trying to act confident when truthfully, he simply can’t think when the man’s hands are on him.

He pulls his pants and boxers off, hissing when his erection meets the air, already painfully hard just from the promise of the man fucking him.

The blonde pours some lube onto his fingers, rubbing it together to warm it lightly before spreading his legs and reaching down beyond his cock and balls to press a finger inside, grunting lightly as he goes all the way to the knuckle.

Touya bites at his lower lip as he watches; pupils dilating and cock eagerly swelling up to almost painful levels as he watches the blonde finger himself open.

He pushes his hand down into his borrowed pants to grip his cock, just needing something to ground himself as he watches the lewd display. It’s almost like the blonde is opening himself up like a gift that Touya can’t wait to sink into.

A soft gasp has Touya’s eyes snapping up to the blonde’s face, scrunched up and twitching with pleasure, clearly having found his prostate.

Touya isn’t even aware that he’s moving closer until he’s right next to the bed, and then he harshly tugs the pants down, hearing the seam rip but not giving a fuck as he clambers up onto the bed.

Katsuki’s eyes fly open, and he lets out a breathy laugh. “Was wondering when you’d get your ass over here.”

“I was enjoying the show,” Touya says, reaching for the lube and flicking the lid open with his thumb.

He coats his own fingers and clicks the lid shut, tossing it up by the pillow and immediately leaning up over the blonde to look him over with lust-laden eyes as he presses his own finger in alongside two of Katsuki’s.

“Oh, fuck,” Katsuki gasps.

Touya groans and shifts a little so he can capture Katsuki’s lips, his finger picking up the pace in Katsuki’s hole, twisting and pushing to encourage him to scissor himself more.

Touya nips at his lower lip, encouraging the man to open up so he can thrust his tongue inside. Katsuki surprises him by sucking on his tongue and Touya groans, his hips rolling, dick rubbing along the sheets for some friction.

He pulls his finger out as he shifts back, reaching for the condom and haphazardly ripping it open, his lubed up fingers slipping and making him growl in frustration. He tosses the foil aside and rolls the rubber down his length.

Katsuki’s eyes slide to his cock, as if magnetized, and he finally notes the Prince Albert piercing there, which has him biting at his lower lip as he pulls his fingers free from his ass. His hole twitches around nothing and Touya groans at the sight, swiftly moving to press the head of his cock to the man’s hole.

Katsuki wipes his hand off on the sheets before reaching up to grasp Touya’s biceps, throwing his head back as the man starts to press forward, his cock stretching his rim.

Touya takes the opportunity to nip and suck along the column of his throat as he slowly presses in, muffling his own delighted sounds at the feeling of the man’s walls twitching around his cock.

Katsuki’s nails are undoubtedly scratching up his shoulder blades, but the sting just adds another layer of feeling to the pleasure. That, combined with the rattle of the blonde’s vocal cords beneath Touya’s lips has him bucking forward, sheathing the last couple inches of his cock in a swift movement that punches the breath straight from Katsuki’s lungs.

“Fuck,” Katsuki groans.

“Yeah,” Touya agrees, moving to capture the man’s lips.

He slowly pulls back and thrusts forward, testing the waters, and the annoyed grunt Katsuki lets out nearly has him chuckling. Instead, he picks up the pace, shifting his hips back and forth, steadily picking up speed until their kiss is nothing but open-mouthed panting.

Touya moves down to nip at his jaw as his thrusts get harder, groaning when Katsuki wraps his legs around his waist and tilts his hips until the man’s cock slides along his prostate with each movement.

“F-fuck,” Katsuki gasps out. “Harder, asshole.”

Touya lets out a breathy laugh, but reaches down to grasp the man’s slender waist, fingers digging in lightly as he pulls out and slams back in, tugging the man’s body down to meet the movement, slapping their bodies together harshly.

The moan Katsuki lets out borders on a scream and Touya is hooked on the sound, letting out another sound that could only be described as a growl as he continues to fuck into the blonde as hard as humanly possible.

Katsuki can feel the well of pleasure building up and he reaches down to roughly jerk his cock, not even caring how broken the sounds coming from him are—focused only on the intense pleasure.

“Fuck, Katsuki,” Touya groans, his own edge right there.

He bites his inner cheek, determined to keep going until the man beneath him comes first. Fortunately, he only has to thrust a few more times before Katsuki grunts out a gasped sound, cum squirting up over his own abdomen as his body twitches in ecstasy.

The sight is too much, and Touya loses it, groaning deeply, slowing down but smacking into the man’s ass just as hard as he fills the condom. He lets out puffs of air mingled with little moans, never having been one to get loud in bed.

Though he is delighted by the fact that the blonde beneath him is still breathing out pleasured sounds as he comes down from his high—something Touya can see himself easily becoming addicted to.

He slowly pulls his softening dick out and grimaces as the pulls the condom off, hating the feeling of the cool air on his sticky cock. He flops down next to the blonde and yawns exaggeratedly, which has Katsuki rolling his eyes.

“You’re fucking dramatic,” Katsuki grumbles as he sits up, nose scrunching up at the cum on himself.

Touya just hums as he watches the man walk to his desk, grabbing his water bottle before swiping a neatly folded washcloth from atop his dresser. He dumps some water onto it and uses it to wipe himself off, and then eyes Touya for a moment before walking over to wipe his dick off.

“Whoa there, Doll,” Touya says, a grin tugging his lips. “Not sure I can get it up so quickly again tonight.”

“Shut up,” Katsuki grumbles, tossing the dirtied cloth across the room to his hamper.

He slides back into bed and Touya immediately reaches out for him, pulling the man to his chest and humming contentedly.

He kisses the blonde’s forehead. “This doesn’t mean you’ll get an automatic pass in Thermodynamics.”

Katsuki tiredly swats his shoulder. “Fuck off, m’ the best in that class.”

“Well, as long as you aren’t too swayed by your handsome substitute teacher, we should get coffee together sometime,” Touya says and Katsuki lets out an exasperated breath.

“Will you shut the fuck up and let me sleep if I agree?” Katsuki grumbles.

“I suppose that’s what a good husband would do,” Touya muses and the blonde’s face flushes tomato red.

“Fuck you,” he spits out, trying to push him away, but Touya just laughs and tightens his grip.

“Aw, don’t be so embarrassed,” Touya says, still laughing. “It’ll be the right title someday anyway.”

Katsuki goes completely still and slowly tilts his head up to give the man an incredulous look. Touya just smirks; a smug, determined expression.

“You’re fucking confident,” Katsuki says, raising a brow.

Touya hums his agreement and cups the man’s jaw, pulling him in for a slow kiss. “And I always go for what I want.”

Katsuki sighs and curls closer to him. “I’m not gonna call you Helios.”

“Sun God is also acceptable.”

“Fuck you.”

#dabi x bakugou katsuki #dabibaku #bakudabi #dbbk #ao3 link #ao3 fanfic #dabi #crack fic #humor #my hero fanfic #my hero academia #smut

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Ice Cream and Fire Oven Pizza - Bonus Chapter 4

Pairing: Elsa x Lea/Axel || Side Pairing: Riku x OC

Summary: Modern AU. She's an introvert ball of nerves who works at Ice Palace, a mall food court ice cream shop. He's the outgoing, sassy goofball who works at the Pizza Planet across the way. Hilarity, snark, and fluffy romcom hijinks ensue.

Word Count: 16,518

FIRST CHAPTER || PREVIOUS CHAPTER || NEXT CHAPTER

Credit for super friggin’ cute and super friggin’ amazing cover art goes to the super friggin’ talented ky-jane here on tumblr!

Lea gave a low thoughtful hum as he zipped up the back of my dress. "Well lessee here… the sound of dry leaves crunching under my shoes… the smell of movie theater popcorn… that specific shade of deep red the sky turns at sunset…" A brief pause and another quiet hum as he gently finger-combed and played with my hair, eliciting a small shiver from me. "Oh! Let's not forget the feel of the first breeze of summer warming my skin."

My eyelids drooped as I shot a look over my shoulder at where he sat at the edge of his bed in skinny jeans and topless. "...I was more looking for things you liked that maybe, sort of… had a price tag?"

He chuckled, his arm hugging my waist from behind, pulling me back towards him so he could press a kiss to my shoulder. "Trynta figure out what to get me for my birthday, hm?"

"Now whatever would give you a silly idea like that?" one corner of my lips tugged up as my hand covered his, toying with his fingers. "Perhaps I was simply making polite and completely theoretical small talk."

"Oh-ho, I see. Well if you were theoretically fishing for gift ideas for the birthday boy, how 'bout this?" A tiny yelp escaped me as he suddenly yanked me backward, my spine hitting the mattress. He hovered over me now in all his shirtless glory, his hands finding mine as he pinned them to the bed to either side of my head. Smirking down at me with hooded eyes, the tip of his nose brushed mine and his breath warmed my lips as he purred, "You. Me. Locked in my room from dawn to dusk while I just worship every last inch of your body."

Face warming, I looked away, pressing my cheek to his comforter as I gave a small scoff. "This is for your birthday, not mine, remember?"

He did not hesitate to take advantage of the easier access I'd just given him to my throat, nibbling down it. "Funnily enough, I was actually thinking the exact same deal for your birthday as well. It's a win-win for both of us, really."

I cleared my throat, trying not to get distracted as he teeth now lightly nipped at my earlobe. "Come on, there's got to be something you want besides just… that."

"Honestly?" he pulled back a bit and my gaze met his once more as he playfully waggled his eyebrows. "Getting to see you naked is the second greatest gift you could give me."

Snorting, I narrowed my eyes up at him suspiciously. "...what would be the first then?"

Lea nuzzled our noses together as he cooed, "Your love," before capturing my lips with his.

I laughed against his mouth, breaking the kiss. "Have I mentioned what a sap you are?"

"Mm, it may of come up once or twice," he nodded solemnly before burying his face into the side of my neck again, only this time to blow a raspberry. I gasped and spasmed under him, managing to free one of my hands so I could swat at his shoulder. This only seemed to encourage him to do it again as his chest rumbled in amusement. But then his whole body deflated on top of mine as he released a soft, grumbling sigh. "Damn this motherfucking econ exam I hafta take today. I'd call in sick in a heartbeat if it wouldn't flunk me outta the whole course for missing it." With a groan, he planted a quick peck to my forehead before reluctantly pushing himself up off the bed and onto his feet as he began a hunt for a clean shirt.

Sitting up myself, my fingers set to work weaving my pale hair into a loose braid. "Seriously, I need ideas for what to get you."

"Seriously, I know you'll figure out something awesome on your own." He grabbed a tee that was hanging from the brim of his hamper, giving it a quick sniff. Guess it passed the smell test, for he then tugged it on over his head. The front bore a circle with a curved grid, yellow on the inside with a thick red ring border and large, bold but faded text wrapping around it proclaiming, THE POWER IS YOURS! Then he grinned big at me, "I mean, the first gift ya ever got me was perfect after all!"

My brow furrowed. "...my first gift?"

I'd gotten him something before?

Since when?

Both eyebrows reached for his hairline and he dramatically clutched at his chest. "Don't tell me you forgot about Bubbles!"

Um…

"...Bubbles?"

He snerked then moved over to one of his tall, cluttered bookcases where he plucked something from the top shelf - a spot of honor, no doubt - before holding it out in front of me. "Bubbles," he repeated by way of explanation.

In his hands was the toy from Wandering Oaken's Trading Post - the orca robot with a machine gun. A little derisive huff blew out my nose as I took it from him. "This? It doesn't count as a gift. I didn't even pay for it."

"Ya tried to. Not your fault if the cashier let it go for freesies." Snatching one of his Converse up off the floor, he started hopping up and down on one foot as he tugged it onto the other before setting to work tying it. "'Sides, spending munny doesn't necessarily make something a gift. Some of the best presents out there can't be bought in a store."

"But I didn't even pick this out for you," I continued to argue with a small sour twist to my lips. "You did."

Finished donning both his shoes now, he snagged his messenger bag off its wall hook and started hastily stuffing it with whatever supplies he'd need for his test. "But you saw that I liked it, thus ya got it for me. That right there was some superb gift decision-making! And I'll have you know outta everything in this room, it's my most favorite."

I wrinkled my nose and frowned down at the cheap toy in my hands. "...really?"

"Mm-hm! 'Cept for you, of course!" he chirped, bending forward and bracing his hands on the bed to either side of me as he pressed his lips to mine. I rolled my eyes but bit back a grin as he straightened back up. "And I have the utmost faith that you'll be able to find something else I like without even breaking a sweat, babe. 'Sides, whatever it's gonna be, I'll love it no matter what cuz it'll be from you!" Slinging his bag strap over his head to hang across his chest, Lea unplugged his phone from the charger and pocketed it. Then he squinted up at the ceiling and tapped a curled finger to his lips before snapping his fingers, "Ah! Mustn't forget Marshmallow!"

He crossed his bedroom to open the door only to be immediately greeted by the sight of Saïx standing on the other side. In his arms was the big ball of white fluff in question, poofy tail enthusiastically wagging as his tongue lapped away at Saïx's chin. The show of puppy-dog affection did not seem to be wholly appreciated, if Saïx's dull scowl was any indicator.

"Oh! Heh… mornin', big guy!" Lea said brightly. "Thanks for keeping an eye on the pooch last night! Hope the lil furball didn't give ya too much tr-"

His words were swallowed in a grunt as Saïx just shoved Marshmallow into his chest, then wordlessly turned to stalk off into his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him. Eyes fixed on where Saïx had just disappeared, Marshmallow immediately began to whimper and squirm in Lea's arms.

Struggling to maintain his hold on him, Lea grumbled, "Aw c'mon, what am I, chopped liver? Where's my doggy smooches? You're my pupper after all!"

Marshmallow's reply came in the form of gnawing on Lea's thumb.

Sighing, he put him down. "I tell ya, Mr D of W, I am this close to kicking your fuzzy ass to the curb where you'll hafta turn tricks for Scooby Snacks just to survive."

The threat fell on deaf ears as Marshmallow came running over to me, demanding attention. I hummed a laugh and reached a hand down to pet him, glancing towards Lea out of the corner of my eye, "I think Saïx is one puppy-sitting session away from murdering you with a Scooby Snack."

"Nah. He puts on a grumpy front, but he loves that lil slobber-factory. I saw the two together last night. There were cuddles. There were snuggles. There were even," here he paused, dropping his voice low for dramatic effect, "...belly rubs."

I mock gasped. "The scandal."

"Right?" Removing the hair-tie that was around his wrist, he handed it to me before nudging Marshmallow over to make room and plopping down on the floor himself, using my knees as a backrest as he tucked his feet in under him to sit cross-legged. As I set to work running my fingers through his hair and gathering all his crimson spikes together, he went on, "Now I should only be gone a few hours. Dog food's under the sink in the kitchen and the lil fellah will probably wanna go for walkies soon. Bruni's already gotta full belly so all good there, but some time outta the terrarium might be nice and-"

"I know all this already. This isn't my first time watching them, you know," I snorted, finishing his ponytail and pressing my lips lightly to the top of his head to let him know I was done.

"Sorry, can't help it. I just take my responsibilities as a pet dad very seriously," he chuckled, standing up once more and spinning around to smirk down at me. "Unlike some people who strangle imaginary animals during acting class."

My hand shot out to pinch him, but he hopped back out of my reach with a laugh. I huffed, "Don't you have a test to be getting to?"

"Yeah, yeah. But first," he braved stepping closer to me once more, eyes crinkling as he reached down to take my hands in his, "c'mere and gimme some sugar, sweet thang." I let him pull me up to my feet as he brought my hands up to clasp behind his neck. Then he slipped his arms around my waist, pulling me close for a kiss.

Marshmallow circled our legs with a small growl. Pulling away, Lea stuck his tongue out at the dog, "Don't be jelly. I saw her first." Then he was turning a soft smile towards me, cupping my cheek with his hand as he rested his forehead against mine and murmured, "I love you."

Still wasn't used to hearing that. Still wasn't used to the way it made my heart jolt nor the explosion of butterflies it set off in my stomach. And definitely still wasn't used to saying it back.

And so…

Clap.

The sound of my hand flying up to cover his eyes.

"El, c'mon," Lea pouted.

My lips pursed to one side. After some hesitation, I slowly pivoted my hand so it was only over one of his eyes now.

It helped. Don't ask me why or how. It just did.

As he blinked it open and half his green gaze settled on me, my face grew uncomfortably hot as I mumbled, "Love you too."

There it was again. That big, dorky grin. "There ya go! Progress! Now I only hafta be a pirate for you to tell me that, yar!" Planting a swift peck to my cheek, he released me and headed towards the door. "Gotta run, wish me luck!"

"Good luck," I smiled after him as he closed the door.

Save for the sound of Marshmallow happily panting away from his seat next to my feet, the room fell abruptly quiet.

For a grand total of two seconds.

Then-

The door banged open and in Lea rushed once more. I tipped my head to one side, "Did you forget-"

He took me in his arms and dipped me backwards, kissing me long and slow and deep. I was breathless when he at last broke it off and straightened us both back up. "Kay, bye for real this time," he winked before bolting out the door, clicking it shut behind him again.

Fighting the upward pull I felt at one side of my mouth, I ran my hands down my dress to smooth the nonexistent wrinkles out and cleared my throat.

Right. Back to the matter at hand.

That matter being I still had no clue what to get Lea for his birthday.

Since the boy himself had been absolutely zero help, it might only be natural to assume the next best step would be to ask his closest friends and family. But Saïx had just gone to bed and as nice as he could be during his regular awake hours, the thought of disturbing him while he was just settling in to get some sleep seemed like a bit of a deathwish. Ruling him out for the moment, I supposed the next best options would be Xion and Roxas, but…

Was it wrong for me to feel so… self-conscious about going to them for present ideas? I mean, I was the girlfriend after all. Wasn't it my job to know these things? Shouldn't his friends be the ones coming to me for advice on what to get Lea, not the other way around? I know it was totally silly, but I couldn't help but feel embarrassed for not just… automatically knowing the answer. I simply wasn't quite ready to put my shame on display like that in front of his friends. Not just yet, at least.

Luckily, there was another I could turn to without any fear of judgement.

"So tell me," I began conversationally as I crouched down next to the terrarium, one elbow propped on my knee as I cradled my chin in my palm, "of the three of us in this room right now, you've known Lea the longest. What would you suggest I get for him?"

Bruni blinked back up at me. Then lashed his tongue out and flicked it over his eyeball.

I gave a soft snerk at that. "That's just your answer to everything, isn't it?" I sighed, straightening back up to my full height and setting the enclosure's lamps aside before opening it and reaching inside. Scooping the little salamander up, I turned and walked back towards the bed, Marshmallow trotting along behind me with his tail going a mile a minute.

"It's just… well, you know how Lea is," I told Bruni as I took a seat on the mattress and rested my head back into the pillows. "So impulsive… anytime he sees something he wants, he just buys it on the spot. It makes it very hard to find something he'll like that he hasn't already purchased himself."

As I stroked the reptile's head with a fingertip, a whimper from next to the bed drew my attention down to Marshmallow, who was staring up at me with forlorn puppy eyes. Smiling, I pat my free hand to the blankets. Needing no further invitation, the pup sprung up onto the bed and flopped his full weight down onto my belly, forcing a small grunt out of me. Making a noise that was half wheeze, half laugh, I said, "Marshmallow, I think you're getting too big for that."

He tilted his head at me with a tiny huff and doggy frown.

"Oh, well then, my mistake. Consider the comment withdrawn," I grinned softly, my fingers scritching behind his ear. The grin slowly faded however as I shifted my gaze up towards the ceiling. "...I suppose I've just never really been a fan of the whole gift giving thing. Don't get me wrong, I like the idea of giving something to someone you care about that you'll know they'll love. It's everything else around it that I dislike… the agonizing over hundreds of options in search of the perfect gift, the uncertainty that comes with finally making a decision of whether it was even the right one, the anxiety as they open the gift and the fear of a negative reaction… and even after all that's finally over and done with, there's a lingering wonder of if they even really liked the present or if they just said they did to spare your feelings when really they were disappointed with the absolute crud you gave them…"

When the only response I received was a soft snuffling noise, I glanced back down to see Marshmallow curiously but gently sniffing at Bruni. Nothing to be concerned over. Marshmallow had long ago learned that Bruni was friend, not food. Still, my eyelids drooped, "Hey, you even listening to me?"

Puffing out a low snort through his snoot, the dog blinked up at me.

"That's better," I lightly tapped his nose before depositing Bruni on top of his head. As the salamander began to explore his new white, fluffy terrain, the dog hardly seemed to notice or mind as he just rested his chin on my chest. Idly ruffly the fur at his cheek, I muttered, "Then of course there's also what to even do for his birthday. I mean, Xion and Roxas have that surprise party planned, but that doesn't start until mid-afternoon, so it's up to me to keep Lea busy until then. And not just busy… I want to do something nice for him. Something he'll really like." My teeth gnawed at my bottom lip. "...I mean, I've already made plans for something… and I think he'll enjoy it, but I don't know. It's so simple… maybe too simple… maybe he'll think I put little to no thought into it because I didn't really care enough…"

Marshmallow yawned deeply, lazily licking his chops while Bruni graced me with the sight of his tail-end as he started crawling down Marshmallow's back.

"Oh, I'm sorry, am I boring you two?" I chuckled, my hand moving to block Bruni's path before he wandered off too far. Then my face scrunched slightly before I conceded with a nod, "But you're right. I've made a decision there already. It's done, so no use second-guessing myself over it. My time and energy would be better spent on what I haven't figured out yet: the present."

Settling Bruni back on his throne - aka the spot between Marshmallow's ears - I then reached over for Bubbles, picking it up from where I'd left it lying on the mattress. I held the little robot up in front of my face, squinting at it. Lea had called it a great present, but…

...why?

"Reveal unto me your hidden and untold wisdom on picking the perfect gift, oh great and powerful plastic one," I implored Bubbles.

The toy just stared blankly back at me and remained stoically silent.

My eyes narrowed. "Fine then. Keep your secrets."

...was I really resorting to asking an inanimate object for advice now?

I really was hopeless.

But I couldn't help it, I was really that clueless when it came to gift giving, especially for a boyfriend. You'd think I'd have years of experience from when I'd dated Hans, but gifts between him and me had never really… mattered. There had never been any substantial meaning behind the presents, no real sentiment… it'd just been stuff like the most expensive, latest model of wristwatch for him, or some fancy, glittery bit of jewelry for me. It'd all been about putting on a show of looking like a happy couple, just like everything else had always been between us. But for Lea, I actually cared about getting something he'd like. I just really didn't want to screw this up. I just… I wanted to make him happy.

"Ugh, maybe I should just cave and ask Roxas and Xion for help," I grumbled under my breath.

Marshmallow snored, apparently having elected to take a nap.

Bruni had made a break for it and was halfway to the foot of the bed by now. The little fugitive.

Deciding not to disturb Marshmallow until it was absolutely necessary, I let the salamander continue his adventure. If it looked like the little guy was going to take a swan dive for the floor, then I'd leap into action. For now, I just glanced at Bubbles again with a tiny frown. "...what's your deal anyhow?" I whispered. "A firearm-toting, killer-whale-transforming robot must have some sort of story behind it, right?"

Putting the action figure back down on the comforter, I snatched up my phone. Pulling up Google, I pursed my lips to one side as I stared at the empty search bar for a few seconds before deciding the bluntest, most direct course would be best and simply typed in "orca robot with machine gun toy." It actually didn't take long to find exactly what I was looking for and-

My eyes widened and I gasped, sitting up straight and knocking Marshmallow out of his beauty rest with a disgruntled huff.

I knew now.

I knew exactly what to get Lea for his birthday.

"Now turning down Market Street. And directly on our left, dear sightseers, you'll find a candy store, accessories boutique, and local post office."

"Are you sure you can't see at all?" I grumbled as I stopped Lea's car at a red light, glancing at him dubiously out of the corner of my narrowed eyes.

"Yup!" he chirped, turning his head to look at me. Or rather… not look, seeing as how he was currently blindfolded with a black strip of cloth. "Blinder than a bat with vertigo after a twenty-hour bender at a tequila bar! But I know Twilight Town like the back o' my hand, babydoll! Could navigate these streets with my eyes closed." He smirked, pointing at the blindfold, "As demonstrated."

My lips twisted sourly as the light became green and my foot pressed on the gas.

The day had arrived. His birthday. I was currently chauffeuring him to the destination I'd picked out to kick off celebrating the big day. A destination that was supposed to be a surprise, thus the blindfold. A fat lot a good that was doing though. I muttered, "You should consider getting your own circus sideshow, your recall skills are so freakishly good."

"What can I say, I know how to get it memorized," he declared cockily, poking a fingertip to his temple. "'Sides, never can be too careful. This lil party trick could save my life one day."

I snorted as I checked the rearview. "Sure it could."

He waggled his index finger, "You scoff now, but just you wait. When I get kidnapped but know exactly where my abductors have taken me despite having a sack thrown over my head to keep me in the dark, we'll see who has the last laugh. We'll see," he taunted, pointing two digits at his covered eyes then pointing them at me. Well… more like at the space in front of me, aka the steering wheel. While he had the uncanny ability to pinpoint his own precise location on a map without the use of his vision, it seemed he was a little bit foggier on where exactly I was.

"When you get kidnapped?" I echoed. "Not if?"

"Trust me, it's an inevitability at this point."

A grin tugged at my lips. "...what if your captors take you outside of Twilight Town?"

"Well then, I'm fucked," he shrugged.

"Very well," I hummed a soft laugh. "If someone manages to overpower and get the drop on a behemoth like you, and if they put a bag over your head, kidnap you and throw you in a car, and if they take you hostage somewhere within the city limits... then and only then, in that absurd and oddly specific scenario, will I concede that you may have had a valid point."

"Thank you," he lifted his chin with a lofty sniff. "Oo, now we turn down Station Heights, huh? The plot thickens."

On seeing that the street sign we'd just passed confirmed his words, I said nothing, just growled low in my throat.

He chuckled. "I think we can both agree that this," his hands reached for his blindfold, tugging at the knot in back, "is really just a formality at this point and is doing jackshit, so may as well just-"

"Ah-ah! Leave it," I snapped, jabbing a warning finger in his direction, even though I knew he (allegedly) couldn't see it.

"Mm, love it when ya get bossy. Your wish is my command, mistress," he waggled his eyebrows with a click of his tongue, hands dropping back into his lap. "Gotta say, El, when ya started off the morning by handing me this thing, I thought today's activities were gonna be lil more hitting the sheets, lil less hitting the streets."

Shifting my grip on the steering wheel, I dropped a casual, "Who's to say that's not the plan for the blindfold later?"

Who me? Trying to distract him from mentally tracking our whereabouts by appealing to his baser urges? I would never!

"Woman, don't tease me if ya don't plan to make good on it."

"Who's to say I won't?" I quirked a cheeky eyebrow.

Lea "looked" towards me again with a toothy, lopsided grin. When he next spoke however, it wasn't to comment on that. Instead, he furrowed his brow and cocked his head. "...be mindful of that tram."

I blinked. "Okay, one, I was nowhere near that thing. And two, pretty sure you're messing with me and can one hundred percent see."

"Nope!" he said brightly before tapping his ear. "Heard the ol' gal chuggin' along. She has a very distinctive thrum. I tell ya, El, take away my sight and I become a regular Daredevil - what I hear is what I see, clear as goddamn day."

"Right," my eyelids drooped.

"Like that! Right there! From the skepticism in that one word alone, I can see the perturbed look on your beautiful face, Love," he cooed, leaning over towards me with lips puckered. Presumably, the intended target was my cheek. Instead, the smooch landed on the headrest of my car seat. He pulled back, "My, how leathery you taste today."

I snorted. "Huh. Must have forgot to moisturize this morning."

"Must've," he agreed. Then, "Hey, ever wonder where totes wackadoodle streets like Where Nothing Gathers Way come from?"

My left eye twitched as we pulled up to a stop sign at that very road. "Streets? As in, more than one?"

Lea beamed, "Oh yeah! There's loads of 'em out there in the world! Don't tell me ya've never heard of the infamous Bucket of Blood Street."

"That's a real street name?" I scrunched up my nose as I flicked on the turn signal.

"Mm-hm!" he nodded. "Over in Arizona. Named after a shootout in the 1800s at a saloon located there. Then of course, if you're lookin' for some class, we can skip our happy asses on over to Vegas and take a stroll down Hanky Panky Street."

I scoffed. "Now I know you're making these up."

"Am not! I'll prove it to ya!" he jammed his hand down his pocket, digging out his phone. I watched out of my peripheral as he swiped the lockscreen away before his thumbs became a blur of typing.

Okay seriously, if he could successfully google this while blindfolded, I'd eat my own braid.

Just as I pressed down on the brakes for a crosswalk, Lea shoved his phone in my face with an all too pleased, "Read 'em and weep, sweetcheeks."

I was greeted by the sight of the search results for a string of characters and numbers that were just a complete mishmash on nonsensical gibberish.

Kudos for actually being able to pull up the search app at all, but I think I could consider my braid safely off the menu.

To him, I just deadpanned, "I stand corrected."

"Bam!" he smugly retracted his phone, moving to sheath it at his hip once more. "Game, set and... shit," he hissed out under his breath as the phone missed his pocket and fell down the crack between his chair and the center console, followed by a muted thunk from somewhere below.

Shifting lanes, I lightly singsonged, "Gone forever."

"You mock - quite cruelly, I might add - but it actually very well could be, " he grumbled, sticking his hand down there after it to blindly fumble around for the thing. "People think the Bermuda Triangle is in the Atlantic, but nope. Nu-uh. It's here, right under my goddamn car seat. You don't even know half the crap that's disappeared down here, never to see the light o' day again."

Alright, I'll bite. "...like?"

"Does the name Amelia Earhart ring a bell?"

"Please," I rolled my eyes with a soft huff, fighting a grin. "There are no historically famous female pilots lost in the black void beneath your car seat."

He razzed his tongue at me, hand still rooting around under his chair. ""Scuse you, but outta the two of us, pretty sure I'd be more the authority on what important figures from history may or may not of gone missing in my car, thank you very much."

Shaking my head, I reached a hand over to gently squeeze at his shoulder. "You can stop, I'll find it for you after we park."

"Spoken like the black hole below's soon-to-be next victim," he harrumphed, giving up on his search and straightening back up in his chair. "Now lessee, where were we?" he muttered, tapping his chin as he "stared" up at the ceiling. Then he brightened, snapped his fingers and pointed at me, "Psychopath."

"Uh…" Both eyebrows shot up my forehead as I slowed for a pedestrian. "...pardon?"

He held up a pair of digits, "Two words. Psycho..." insert pause, "...path. Psycho Path. 'Nother weirdo street name out there."

I tipped my head to one side, one corner of my lips lifting as I drove forward once more. "Okay, that one's pretty clever, actually."

"Right? Definitely way more fun and interesting than dumb, boring ol' Sunset Terrace."

I scowled.

Guess what road I'd just turned the car onto.

Go on, just take one look at Lea's shit-eating grin and guess.

...let's see what we can do about wiping it off that dumb, gorgeous face of his, shall we?

The tires loudly screeched as I made a sharp turn without warning into a massive grocery store parking lot, ignoring the blaring honks from the vehicle I had cut off in the process. Lea yelped as the momentum threw him into his car door. "Crap! The hell?! El, wha-"

I jerked the steering wheel into another hard left and his words were swallowed in a grunt as his shoulder hit his door again. Pressing my lips into a flat, determined line, I said nothing, just zoomed down the parking aisle. Now Lea laughed, "Oh-ho, I see how it is. You're trynta discombobulate me, get me all turned around so I dunno left from right, up from down. Nice try, but I gotta mind like a steel trap, babe. Ya won't get me lost that-"

Another abrupt turn tossed and silenced him.

We'll see about that, bucko. We'll see.

I weaved the car in a high-speed, winding path around the parking lot, making sudden jerky stops here, driving in reverse through empty parking spaces into the next aisle there, just constantly and unpredictably on the move. Lea remained quiet now, a crease forming between his eyebrows just above the blindfold - most likely concentrating on keeping his sense of direction and where we were intact. After a minute or two of this - right about when I saw what looked to be an annoyed employee emerging from the supermarket, probably aiming to put a stop to my recklessness - I maneuvered the car towards a different exit than the one we'd come in through and floored it, propelling us out of the lot and back onto the streets.

"That all ya got?" Lea shot me a half-smirk.

My eyes settled on what was coming up on the road ahead. Then a wicked grin twitched at the corner of my lips. "Hardly. We're just getting started."

That's when I drove the car into the roundabout.

A risky move, yes. There probably weren't a lot of roundabouts in Twilight Town and given his track record thus far, there was a good chance Lea knew every last one of them.

Didn't mean he'd know which direction I'd exit out of it.

Not if I raced around it eight times, anyhow. Or was it nine? Honestly, I'd lost count.

"Devil woman," Lea hissed, bracing one hand on the dashboard and the other to the door, steadying himself against the centripetal force.

My nose crinkled in amusement as we started our tenth (eleventh?) lap. "You like it."

"I really do."

Finally I picked a road at random and turned off the roundabout onto it. From there, I swerved down a few more lanes and side alleys for good measure, hoping to further throw his internal GPS out of whack. At last, I puffed out a sigh as I started driving like a sane person again, glancing towards my phone. The map app (sound muted so Lea wouldn't hear street directions from it) was going a bit haywire trying to adjust and correct course for our destination after that wild ride I'd just taken us on.

Lea chuckled, interlocking his fingers behind his head and leaning back in his seat. "Ya got moxie, kid, I'll give ya that. Tell me, is the rest of Red Nocturne Avenue as in awe of you right now as I am?"

I was this close to smacking his shoulder when I caught sight of the street sign and my hand froze.

This wasn't Red Nocturne Avenue.

This was Dragoon Drive.

...had I really done it? Did he actually not know where we were anymore?

I gave him a sideways squint, holding my tongue as I steered us into a right turn.

"Speechless, huh?" his grin ticked wider. "Yeah, the pure and unadulterated awesomeness that is yours truly has a tendency to do that to the ladies. Not to mention all o' the pretty sights Powerwild Court has to offer."

Wrong again. We were now on Dancer Boulevard.

Smiling as I basked in the glory of my tiny victory, I did my best to mask it with a soft hmph. "Fine, you win. Guess there's no fooling you."

"Damn skippy!"

It didn't take much to get us back on track and heading in the right direction again. From there, it was just a few minutes and several more incorrect street names from Lea before we'd arrived at the final address.

"Conduit Way? Really?" Lea arched an eyebrow as I finished parallel parking. "Ain't nothing here but sewage treatment facilities. Babe, I love ya, you know I do, but hate to break it to ya… a tour of one of those icky places isn't exactly my idea of b-day fun."

Luckily for him, we weren't on Conduit Way. I merely smiled, "You'd be surprised. Out… and ah, not yet! Blindfold stays."

His hands dropped from where they'd been trying to remove it again and he just grinned and shrugged before unbuckling his seatbelt and opening his door over the sidewalk. By the time I'd made my way around to his side of the car, he'd managed to climb out without tripping over the curb.

I pressed a quick peck to his cheek before turning and crouching down to start patting my hand around under his chair, trying to locate his phone. My fingers finally bumped into something, closing around it. I frowned.

...whatever it was, it was most definitely not a phone.

I pulled the object out to discover a tiny troll doll with neon pink hair, goggles and a little scarf wrapped around its neck. I held it up to Lea, "And this would be?"

His hands fumbled with it for a second, feeling the thing out before his face lit up. "Amelia Earhart! Ya found her!"

I shot him a small, withering look. Though it was more so only for my benefit, since he couldn't see it. "You're just messing with me. I refuse to believe that it's actually named that."

"You don't know!"

I gave a snort and shook my head as my hand plunged into the dusty shadows beneath the car seat once more. This time I successfully fished out his phone.

"Thanks, boo. Dunno what'd I ever do without ya," he chirped as I handed it to him.

"Probably not be blindfolded and thus dropping your phone in the first place?" I suggested, rising to my feet once more and dusting off my dress.

"Touché." Then he bent down to reward me with a smooch, right smack dab on-

"That was my eyeball, thanks," I deadpanned, screwing my face up a bit as he pulled back.

He beamed. "Meant to do that! Peepers need love too, ya know!"

"I'll take your word for it," I shook my head as one side of my mouth quirked up. Taking the troll doll back from him, I set it on top of the car's dash before closing and locking the car. Then I tucked my hand into Lea's elbow and began leading him over towards the building's entrance. Halfway to those doors, something on the sidewalk caught my attention and my eyes crinkled. "Little to your right," I told him, gently veering him with my grip.

The sharp crunch of brittle leaves being crushed beneath his Converse filled the air. He perked an ear up at the sound, then he flashed his dimples down at me. "D'aaawww, you remembered!" Again, he was ducking down. I think this time the aim had been to press his lips to mine. Instead…

"And I suppose nostrils need love as well?" I half grimaced, half grinned as I swiped the back of my hand across said nostril that had been the unwitting recipient of his affections.

"Absolutely! But what's that?" he cupped a hand to one ear. "...do I detect a note of discontent to my maiden fair's lovely voice? What oh what could the problem be, I do wonder!" Then he snapped his fingers with an evil smirk. "Ah! Not enough tongue. Gotta fix that," he started bowing towards my nose again, mouth open and tongue snaking in and out of it.

A clamped a hand over his whole face and shoved him back, grumbling, "Dork."

"Mm-hm!" he hummed, kissing my palm before freeing his head from my grasp. "And proudly so!"

We reached the entrance and I pulled open one of the doors with my free hand, using the other to tug Lea over the threshold. Once inside, I directed him off to one side so we wouldn't be in other people's way before pulling us both to a complete stop. His head pivoted to and fro curiously, even though the black strip of cloth was still covering his eyes. Then he sniffed the air, "...popcorn?" He cocked one eyebrow then pointed to his blindfold, silently requesting permission.

I bit down on my bottom lip, chilly uncertainty spiking in my chest, tiny but sharp.

This was it.

The moment of truth.

Time to find out if this had been a halfway decent plan or if I should just be crawling under a rock already to die of embarrassment over what a pathetic idea my useless brain had come up with.

I gave him a tentative nod. A full two seconds ticked by before I remembered he couldn't see it. Reaching up to squeeze at my braid, I voiced a small, "Yes."

He untied and removed it, blinking a couple times as his eyes adjusted to the light. Then he glanced around, taking it all in: the massive lobby we stood in now with its walls regally embellished with gold, curly trim. The plush red carpet beneath our feet leading to a wide, old-timey looking concession stand that looked like it'd been yanked straight out of the 50s. The noisy, vintage popcorn maker behind it, paired with a retro yet newly-polished soda pop machine. The black-and-white posters lining the walls boasting popular movies from various decades long past. He squinted at one of those in particular, right between Giantland on its left and Mickey's Circus to its right. "Classic Kingdom Theater?" he read off slowly.

"Mm," I hummed in confirmation, giving my braid one final yank before releasing it and instead fidgeting with the pendent on my necklace. "It's a movie theater, but not a normal one. It only screens old films. Every week, they pick a few from a certain decade to play. This week is the 90s which is apparently the cut-off for what they'll consider a classic, but some weeks they'll have movies from as far back as the 30s."

"This is… How did I not know about this place?" his forehead wrinkled as he glanced over his shoulder towards the glass doors that led back out onto the streets. Then his eyes widened slightly as a lightbulb seemingly flashed in his brain. "Wait… we aren't on Conduit Way. Which means we're… hang on, gimme a sec, I know this place..." Another pause as his eyes swept the room with a thoughtful frown before he tapped the side of his fist into his palm. "Got it. This used to be that defunct and abandoned tram lot warehouse."

Nodding, I said, "It only had its grand opening a little less than a month ago. Apparently some local billionaire bought the place and renovated it into this." I smiled softly, "Looks like there's someone who might quite possibly like the classics more than you, if such a thing is even possible."

"Local billionaire, huh?" he rubbed his chin. "Not a lotta those running around. Betcha it's the same one that owns Le Grand Bistrot."

"And Ice Palace too, I think," I agreed. Then I hesitated, licking my dry lips. "...so… what do you think? ...do you… like it? I hope you like it. I mean, you should like it." I blanched at my word choice, then hastily amended, "N-not that I'm telling you what you should or shouldn't like, I just meant that you, uh… you like… movies." I winced, fingers fiddling with my necklace more frantically. "Of course you like movies. Duh, everyone likes movies. Wait… no, not everyone exactly, I suppose, that's a bit of a broad generalization…"

Please like it.

"...but what I'm trying to say is that you in particular… you like the sappy classics. Although…" I frowned, tucking in my bottom lip,"...not even sure if they're showing anything sappy this week… but they're still classics, so that's something at least, right? Something you'll… like? Hopefully? Or… was this a bad idea?"

Please be happy.

" ...what am I saying, of course this was a bad idea," I was quick to answer my own question, saving him the trouble. "Such a bad, awful, uninspired idea. I should have come up with something else. Something to do with… dogs! Because you love dogs. I should have taken you to a dog… show. Yes, a dog show. Or… or a toy show, or a… car show? Because you like your car, so you'd like a car show, right? Do they even host car shows in Twilight Town? If they don't, then something else to do with cars, like… go-karts! Yeah, we could've gone to Disney Town Speedway or-"

Lea's hand cupped the nape of my neck, yanking me forward and shutting me up by otherwise occupying my mouth with his.

...fudge, I'd been doing it again, hadn't I? The whole anxiety-fueled rambling thing?

Lea had learned fairly early on in our budding relationship that sometimes this was the only way he could get a word in edgewise.

I gripped at the front of his shirt and he inhaled deeply before finally pulling away, but only by about an inch so he could press his forehead to mine. His fingers brushing my bangs behind one ear, he murmured, "You're right. It was a huge mistake bringing me here."

My heart plummeted and I stared hard down at my feet. I knew it. This had been such a dumb idea. Stupid, stupid, stupid-

"Cuz now that I know this place exists, I'm gonna be dragging ya here all the time. So when you inevitably get sick of it, just remember this is all your fault."

My eyes snapped up to meet his, which were crinkling at the corners. "...really? You… actually like it?"

"Like? No. I love it. Thank you for bringing me here, couldn't think of a better way to kick off my birthday," he pressed his lips to the tip of my nose. Then he straightened up, lacing our fingers together with a big grin and tugging me towards where tickets could be purchased. "Now c'mon, let's go find out what flicks you're treating me to."

I snorted, arching an eyebrow, "Wow, you're going to actually let me pay for you for once?"

He chuckled, "Course! Today is Lea Day after all and on this most blessed and holy of days, you're supposta spoil me rotten! Plus, I'm yo date and like I told ya before, I ain't a cheap one. You'll see that for yourself soon enough when we head on over to concessions. Now let's have a look at our options here…" he scrutinized the movie listings overhead. "Clueless… The Sandlot… Oo, Edward Scissorhands…"

I watched him as he idly rattled off a few more movie titles, slightly tipping my head to one side.

...he'd meant it… right?

He actually liked that I'd surprised him with this? He wasn't just saying that to calm me down or so that I wouldn't feel bad? I mean, I guess I never really could be sure when it came to stuff like this and I'd just have to learn accept that and take people's words for it, but-

"Holy shit, The Mummy with Brendan Fraser?! Oh hell yeah!" he excitedly tugged at my hand several times, pointing. "Babe, that's it! That's the one!"

...okay, I actually think I could be pretty sure in this case he was being genuine.

Don't think it would be possible to fake that much enthusiasm for a cheesy action-fantasy blockbuster from the 90s.

A pleasant tingle bubbled inside my chest and I couldn't hide my growing smile as I stepped forward to buy our tickets.

Guess I could consider the morning birthday activity a success.

Now to hope I would do even just half as well on the birthday present later.

We actually managed to squeeze in seeing two movies, considering we'd gotten there early enough in the morning. Good thing too seeing as how I don't think I would have gotten much say in the matter anyway, not with the way Lea had all but dragged me into Groundhog Day once he'd found out I'd never seen it after we'd exited the first movie. By the time we were finally leaving the theater, it was getting close to 1PM - perfect for lunch. Not that we were starving. We'd both filled up plenty on popcorn and candy, Lea especially. But now we could get something more substantial in our stomachs, or so I'd told him. Thus once we were on the road again, I couldn't help a tiny smile as I checked my phone and confirmed we were right on schedule for-

"Turning off Mako Lane onto Avalanche Street, huh? Must mean it's time for the surprise b-day bash Xion and Rox planned for me at 7th Heaven," Lea clapped and rubbed his hands together, a smirk emerging beneath where the blindfold was tied firmly in place once more.

I heaved a low sigh through my nose but chuckled as I steered his car into the parking lot. "You know what? I'm not even going to fight it anymore. Just please at least try and act surprised when we get inside?"

"Always do!" he flashed his pearly whites.

After pulling his car into a parking space close to the bar and shutting down the engine, we both climbed out. I went to the trunk first, pulling out the present I'd gotten for him - a tall box covered in ice cream print gift wrap. I'd snuck it back there earlier this morning after the blindfold had first been donned. Holding it against my hip, I then took Lea's hand in mine and led him towards 7th Heaven, carefully guiding him up those wooden steps onto the wraparound patio and through the front entrance.

"Golly gee, I wonder where it is you've taken me now, El, cuz I really haven't the foggiest!" Lea announced as we walked in, delivering the line loudly and with all the emotion and believability of cardboard.

My eyelids drooped at him before I shook my head and glanced around. Gosh, Lea had a lot of friends, all of them gathered here right now, shushing each other and struggling to stifle their giggles as they watched us step further into the room. Saïx could even be seen off to one side of the group, looking positively pleased as punch (not) at being included in the festivities - guess his brother's birthday was one of those three days a year he begrudgingly endured daylight. I also spotted Anna and Kristoff, his arm draped around her shoulders as she excitedly yet quietly waved to me from the crowd. It came as little surprise to see Riku and Rayne next to them, along with Kairi and Sora.

And of course, standing front and center of the small mob were the masterminds and orchestrators of this little shindig themselves: Xion and Roxas. I glanced towards them, arching one eyebrow in silent question. Both grinning ear to ear, they nodded their heads rapidly, giving me the okay. Temporarily setting my gift down on the nearest table, I then moved behind Lea and reached up to undo his blindfold. Just as I slipped it off him and his eyes fluttered open-

"SURPRISE!" erupted from every corner of the room accompanied by party blowers and poppers, filling the air with a whole rainbow of streamers and confetti.

Lea dramatically clutched at his chest with both hands, gasped and made choking noises, then fell over backwards, collapsing to the floor with a loud THUMP!

I blinked, then squeezed my eyes shut and hung my head with a sigh, pressing my fingertips to the spot between my eyebrows.

For the love of… I'd said to act surprised, you big doofus, not like you'd had a friggin' heart attack.

As everyone else around us devolved into laughter and chatter, Roxas's shoulders sagged and he groaned, "Goddamn it, Lea, you knew again?!"

Xion glared at his prone form, stomping over towards him. "This happens every year, you stupid jerk!" she huffed, kicking his foot with hers.

"Rude!" Lea harrumphed, sitting up and crossing his arms as he shot a flat look up at her. "Is that anyway to treat your friend who just suffered cardiac arrest, not to mention is the birthday boy?"

She threw up her hands, so done with him as she turned to walk away, "That's it! No more surprise birthday parties for you since you always ruin them!"

"What?!" He scrambled to stand now and chase after her, "Aw, but I love surprise parties!"

"How would you know, seeing as you've never really had one? Not one that's actually surprised you, anyway," Xion grumbled as she rejoined Roxas and matched the pouty scowl he was shooting at Lea for the double whammy.

"C'mon, kiddos, ya almost had me this year, I swear! No doubt you'll get me good next birthday, I'm sure of it!" Lea did his best to placate them, but judging by the zero change to their sour expressions, they were unmoved. He chuckled sheepishly, rubbing at the nape of his neck for a second before his face brightened as he seemed to recall something. "Hey! Guess who turned up?" he asked them as his hand dove into the pocket of his skinny jeans, pulling out-

"Amelia Earhart!" Roxas's eyes immediately lit up on seeing the troll doll emerge.

Seriously?! Okay, no, I still wasn't buying it. This had to be a bit. The three of them had to have planned the whole silly thing at my expense. There was no way that thing was actually named Amelia Earhart.

"You finally managed to rescue her from the Bermuda Triangle!" Xion laughed, taking the little toy from him.

"Actually, it was El." Just as I had my gift for him in hand once more, he reached back towards me to snag my other hand and tug me forward to join the three of them. Smiling down at me, he went on, "She fearlessly braved the dreaded unknown beneath my car seat, sticking her hand under there and risking life and literal limb to bring our tiny, intrepid heroine home and-" He abruptly stopped mid-sentence, seemingly noticing for the first time that I was carrying something. "Hey, what's that?"

Holding it behind me and out of his sight, I asked innocently, "What's what?"

"You know what," he smirked as he stepped closer to me, bringing us toe-to-toe and invading my personal bubble while he tried to reach around my side for it. "The thing you're hiding behind your back. The suspiciously birthday present shaped thing."

I stretched my arm away, keeping it out of his reach as I grinned back at him, teasing, "Well if it looks like a present and is shaped like a present…"

Crooked smirk twitching wider, he caught me around the waist with one arm, pulling me up against him - all the better to reach the cheerfully wrapped box with, of course. I don't think he was trying all that hard however, not really. His arms were easily longer than mine, so if he really wanted the thing he should've had no problem getting it. And yet I was able to keep it out of his grasp. He didn't seem to mind, his eyes hooding and his lips a breath away from mine as he murmured, "But I thought the blindfold was your gift to me."

I snorted softly at that. "Really? What kind of gift would that be?"

"A fantastic one. Or so you'll find out later tonight," his eyebrows slyly bounced.

"It certainly doesn't take much to make you happy," I crinkled my nose at him, one corner of my mouth curving up.

"It really doesn't," he agreed, pressing a lingering kiss to the hollow where my neck met my shoulder that left a little tingle in its wake while at the same time his hand casually reached for the present again. "Now gimme."

An audible gag at our antics - courtesy of Roxas - reminded me that we weren't alone. As Xion sniggered, I cleared my throat, disentangled myself from Lea's grip and took a step back. "You'll just have to wait and open it up with the rest of your gifts later."

"But-"

"Happy birthday, Lea!" Anna suddenly appeared at my side, clinging to my arm with a giggle and almost making me drop the present.

"You're getting old, Red! How's that social security treatin' ya?" Rayne beamed cheekily as she latched onto my other arm, which did make me drop it. She was quick to catch it for me however and once I had it back, I hugged it protectively to my chest.

Lea scoffed, "I'm not old, ya twerps, I'm-"

"Decrepit, we know!" Roxas supplied, barely ducking in time as Lea took a swat at him and coming back up with an impish gleam in his eye. "Now grab your walker and c'mon, ya old coot, cuz it's time you make your rounds and receive all your birthday punches!"

Fingers waggling as his hands reached for the precious cargo in my arms once more, Lea said, "Be with ya in just a sec, I just wanna-"

Xion stepped forward, putting herself between him and his coveted prize, "But you're the guest of honor! You can't leave all your adoring fans hanging like that, for shame!" She shoved the troll doll into his face, "Amelia and her glorious flamingo hair judge you!"

He snerked at that, brushing the toy aside. "Amelia should learn not to get her non-existent lil panties in such a twist."

The troll immediately snapped back up, nose to teeny, plastic nose with him now as Xion coaxed in a light singsong, "Come with us. You know you want to. You'll be the center of attention." She gave the thing a slight wiggle for emphasis.

"...I do love being the center of attention," he slowly, almost begrudgingly allowed as he glanced past her, still eyeing the gift in my hands.

"We know ya do, big guy," Roxas slugged his shoulder - the first of the aforementioned birthday punches, perhaps? "And just think… the sooner the whole meet-and-greet is done, the sooner there can be cake!"

That caught Lea's full attention. "Cake, you say?"

"Mm-hm! Your favorite, bud: strawberry and sea salt ice cream cake!"

"Well, why didn't ya say so? Musn't keep my public waiting!" Turning to the face everyone else in the bar, Lea grinned big, threw out his arms wide and called out, "Who here's ready to celebrate the birthday boy?!"

The crowd cheered as he strode forward, disappearing into the throng with Roxas hot on his heels. Xion shot me a tiny wink before she went after them. Anna and Rayne - still hooked to either of my elbows - laughed as they spun all three of us around into a rather sloppy about-face and all but charged us towards the presents table, me stumbling to keep up with them.

Once I'd deposited mine with the others, I glanced around 7th Heaven with a small smile. "The place looks great. Do we have it all to ourselves?"

"Yup!" Rayne said brightly as she handed Anna what looked to be a big box of party favors to unpack and distribute. "We've rented it out for the rest of the day and beyond. Trust me, this party is gonna be going until the wee hours of the night."

I crossed my arms as I continued to take it all in. "Roxas and Xion really did a wonderful job with everything."

She quirked an eyebrow at that with an odd little smirk. "Did they now? Like what?"

My head tipped to one side. "Um… well, like the-" I was interrupted by a squeal of delight from Anna, who'd just finished opening the box. She pulled out a brightly colored conical hat with a tinsel poof at the top and swiftly put it on my head. Wincing as the elastic snapped under my chin, I then pointed up at the thing, "Like the birthday hats?"

"I brought those," Rayne grinned, seemingly pleased that they were already such a hit.

"Oh? Well, then the streamers and par-" once again, I got cut off, this time by Anna shoving a party horn in my mouth that furled out and whistled. Rolling my eyes at my sister as she bit back a snerk, I removed the thing and finished, "Party blowers."

"Me as well," Rayne declared chipperly yet also somewhat distractedly as she started rearranging the presents into a more aesthetically pleasing display.

My brow furrowed, then I looked around the room again. "...the decorations?" I asked, pointing to where the giant, prismatic cut-out letters declaring "Happy Birthday!" were strung up across the back wall, surrounded by dancing fairy lights.

"Me yet again."

"Huh… guess that'd explain that one then," I gestured towards where another string of letters were hung, these ones spelling out "It's a boy!" Seemingly as a last minute afterthought, a sheet of bright red construction paper had been taped up between "a" and "boy" with the word "birthday" scrawled across it in sharpie.

Rayne shrugged, patting her swollen tummy, "Bought that before we knew jellybean here was a girl. Had to find some use for the thing!"

A low huff of amusement escaped my nose before I shook my head. "So why did you end up being prime party planner?"

"Why else?" she chuckled. "Practice for my own baby's future birthday parties! I volunteered and Xion and Rox were only too happy to let me take over."

I snorted as Anna continued to pile party favors on me. I was now also sporting several cheap, beaded necklaces, some glow-in-the-dark bracelets, and a pair of comically large sunglasses with lenses that were almost as big as my head. I was basically a walking advertisement for a party store at this point. When Anna had been given the job of distribution, I somehow got the feeling she wasn't supposed to distribute all of it to me. Ignoring her for the time being, I said to Rayne, "I don't think throwing a party for your kid and throwing a party for Lea are quite the same thing. Not unless you're planning on giving birth to a fully grown, twenty-six year old man."

She pulled a face at that. "First of all, ouch. Painful. Don't even joke about that. Second of all, pffft, you. Trynta act like your man isn't basically an oversized toddler."

"Hey!" I tried to be indignant for my boyfriend. But then my lips pursed to one side, "...alright no, that's fair." Then I frowned slightly, "Why didn't you tell me you were organizing the whole thing? I could have helped."

"Don't worry about it!" Rayne brushed off. "You had your hands full with keeping him busy for the first half of the day."

"Yeah, keeping him busy," Anna echoed, suggestively waggling her eyebrows as she slipped a "Party Girl" plastic headband onto my head behind the birthday hat.

I narrowed my eyes at my sister. I think the humongous sunglasses made it lose its impact however. "I took him to the movies."

"Is that what the kids are calling it nowadays?" Rayne sniggered with a wicked smirk. "Well I'll be taking Riku to the movies," she made air quotes with her fingers, "later tonight, if ya know what I'm saying. Taking him to the movies all night long."

Ew.

TMI, Rayne. TMI.

"What about the movies?" Riku (speak of the devil) grinned at his wife as he walked past carrying a box of what would presumably be more party supplies, slowing to a stop beside her.

"Nothing, hon. You'll find out later," she winked at him, planting a kiss on his lips.

A slow grin spread across his face as he murmured back, "Alright, looking forward to it." Then he turned to call back over his shoulder, "Hey! Am I the only one working on getting all this stuff inside?"

Sora suddenly came running past carrying a box almost as big as he was, huffing and puffing out a hasty, "Sorry!"

"And you're just as lazy as he is," Riku grumbled to Kairi as she came in next with two smaller boxes, one stacked on top of the other.

"So you noticed!" she giggled as she too jogged past him, spotting the top box was about to topple off and shifting her hand up to steady it as she went.

Rolling his eyes, Riku just readjusted his grip on the container he was carrying so he could secure a better hold on it before following after the other two.

"I see you've put the hubby and the hubby's friends to work," I snorted dryly as I watched them go, before turning my attention on my roomie once more. "Did Xion and Roxas actually end up doing anything to help with party prep?"

"They usually take care of it all in previous years, just this time they were nice enough to let me be in charge of everything so I could get as much birthday planning experience as possible! I wanna be the mom that throws the best parties!" She paused thoughtfully for a moment then. "They did pick the place though," she gestured around the pub, "and also helped blow up all the balloons."

"I brought the cake!" Anna happily announced as she tried to press a "Make a wish!" sticker to my cheek. My hand caught her wrist, stopping her in her tracks as I drooped my eyelids at her.

Had to draw the line somewhere.

"No, I brought the cake," Kristoff abruptly appeared at her shoulder to correct her. Come to think of it, strawberry and sea salt ice cream cake did sound like something that could probably be custom ordered from the Ice Palace. He playfully grinned down at her, "You I had to keep from eating the thing on the whole ride over."

Anna gave an offended gasp, "Hey! So not true!" One side of her mouth lifted as she threw up her dukes before him, "Them's fightin' words, buddy!"

He grunted out a laugh as she socked his shoulder. "Woah there, Feisty Pants. Easy," he caught her fists, one in each of his hands, and used his hold to spin her around so he was now hugging her from behind.

"I helped," Anna insisted with a halfhearted pout.

"You most certainly did. You helped by successfully not eating the cake before we could get it here," he agreed, pressing his lips to her cheek. She cracked a smile then, seemingly mollified.

"Today's the day, Tifa!" Lea's voice suddenly cut through the hubbub of the festivities all around us. We turned as the crowd parted to reveal the redhead, cocky smirk twisting his lips as he thrusted a finger towards the person standing across the table from him, none other than Tifa herself. "That bottomless ale for a year is mine!"

She chuckled, cracking her knuckles. "Don't think I'll go easy on you just cuz it's your birthday, beanpole."

"Would never expect ya to," he shot back as he threw himself down into a chair, slamming his elbow on the table and holding his hand up, fingers curled and smirk widening.

"What's that all about?" Anna asked quietly as a hush fell over the room. She'd set to work on getting Kristoff all decked out now in birthday finery, complete with stickers. Surprisingly (or maybe not really) he let her.

"Tifa - the woman he's challenging - owns the bar and has a deal going where if you can beat her at arm wrestling, you get your drink of choice free of charge for a whole year," I whispered back, not taking my eyes off the two contenders.

"Really?" Anna's lips formed a tiny 'o' as she paused mid-snapping a hat onto her boyfriend's head. Then she glanced back towards Tifa. "...wouldn't that put her out of business?"

Rayne made a noise through her nose that was somewhere between a snerk and a scoff. "Please. The woman hasn't lost to a challenger yet."

"Hafta warn ya," Lea was telling his opponent now as she settled into the seat opposite the table from him, "I've been doing extra reps at the gym. Gotta new trainer too. Name's Phil… perhaps you've heard of him?" The last part came out a touch smug.

"That old, washed-up has-been? You should demand your munny back," she flashed a half-grin as her elbow planted on the table as well and she clasped his hand with hers. "You sure about this? Not too late to back out. Hate to make a grown man cry on his birthday."

He barked out a laugh at that. "It's my party and I'll cry if I want to. 'Sides, it's a matter of manly pride to me at this point. You're going down, girl. Now go!"

WHAM!

That, my friends, had been the sound of Tifa taking a grand total of zero-point-three seconds to totally and utterly obliterate Lea's "manly pride.".

"Better luck next time, beanpole," Tifa winked as she stood up, dusted her hands together and walked away.

"Crap, can't believe ya'd humiliate a guy like that on his birthday of all days!" he called after her, sulking and hissing through his teeth as he shook some blood flow back into his hand.

His moping was short-lived however as Roxas and Xion rolled out the ginormous cake a minute later. The customary song was sung, the candles were blown out, and presumably a wish was made. Then slices were divvied out, Lea of course happily taking the largest piece whereas I opted for what was quite possibly the smallest, given that I still wasn't exactly sea salt ice cream's number one fan. I will admit however, the strawberries helped.

Shortly after that, karaoke started up. And shockingly, I may or may not have been the one to get the karaoke ball rolling. Willingly, no less! It'd even been my own idea, no one had to drag me up there or anything this time! Perhaps taking part in Wicked has gotten me more comfortable with performing on stage. Or maybe that college acting course I was taking with Lea now was already starting to work its magic on me. True, the semester had only just begun and we were just a couple classes into it, but hey… every little bit helped, didn't it?

In any case, I went with a song I'd picked out especially for this occasion and especially with Lea in mind… Jodi Benson's Happy Birthday, Princess. I thought it suited Lea quite perfectly actually as I smirked over the mic at where he sat in the audience, cheering me on. Of course once I was done, I was quick to exit the stage to avoid any sort of encore performance.

One song was enough for lil ol' awkward, misanthropic me, thanks.

But still… baby steps. I count this as a win.

From the relative safety of the back of the room, I watched as several more people took their turns at the mic next, each with varying degrees of success. As I now fought a small smile watching Anna lug Kristoff up to karaoke so he could sing Ain't No Mountain High Enough with her, I felt arms slip around to encircle my waist from behind while a faint but familiar boyish cinnamon scent reached my nose. "So here's where my lil hermit disappeared to after her big number, hiding tucked away in a dark corner," Lea's voice murmured against my ear, his breath tickling a bit.

My hands covered his as I leaned back slightly, settling comfortably into his chest. "I wouldn't say hiding so much as… enjoying the ambiance."

"Mm," I felt more than heard his hum of acknowledgement as he rested his chin atop my head. "Why're you all by yourself? Where are Raindrop and Riku?"

"They slipped off a few minutes ago in the direction of the restrooms." My face scrunched up a tad. "There's a good chance they've locked themselves in one and are making out like a pair of hormonal teenagers in it."

"Shit, they beat us to the punch," he chuckled and I elbowed him in the ribs for the comment, which only seemed to make him laugh harder. "Can't believe they left ya alone like this though. They're fired, let's find ya some new friends to hang out with."

I smiled, knowing he was only joking. "I'm good, thanks. Anna and Kristoff will be done and back in just a few minutes anyway."

His fingers idly played with mine, weaving and unweaving them only to weave them together again. "Aw c'mon, lemme help ya find a new posse, it'll be fun! Lessee, who do we got here…?" He used his hold around my middle to pivot us both, forcing my gaze away from where Anna was having no shame getting overly flirty with her lines on stage which in turn was causing Kristoff to get all flustered and horribly butcher his half of the song. I instead glanced about the room now, which was still quite packed - I think even more people had shown up since we'd arrived. Many were faces I recognized from Friday night drinks or laser tag or just from around the mall in general. There were also several that were unfamiliar to me sprinkled in amongst the rest.

It was one such stranger that Lea now directed my view towards with a, "Ah-ha! How 'bout that guy? Mr Broody McBrood Face over there with the blonde, spiky hair doing the cool-mystery-guy lean against the bar. That's Cloud. He and Tifa go waaaaay back.

"And that other dude that he's angrily eye fucking from the across the bar?" He steered us now to look at said dude. "The one with the long, white Fabio locks and looks like the whole Halloween Town store threw up on him? That's Sephiroth, or Sephy for short - take note, he's a real huge fan o' that nickname. Anyhoo, the two of 'em are locked in an eternal battle to be the one true champion supreme over Darkness."

I blinked. "...Darkness?"

Now Lea turned us to face the pub's small arcade section. "Name of one of the pinball machines over there. Those knuckleheads are always fighting over who holds the high score. Currently, Sephy is top dog on the scoreboards, so he's standing guard to make sure Cloud doesn't steal the number one spot out from under his nose. Yeah, they take that game way too seriously… so whaddya say, do they sound like prime bestie material for ya or what?"

"Or what," I wrinkled my nose and shook my head. "Think I'll pass."

"Alright, not your cup of tea, got it. Maybe this next bunch will be more your speed. See that gang over there, butting heads with Hayner, Olette, and Pence?" He swept me around to point me in another direction now, causing a tiny laugh to escape me. I spotted four people - a guy (who appeared to be the leader) with a scar across his face and wearing a beanie engaged in what looked to be a rather heated debate with Hayner, a girl with red eyes and half her face hidden behind bangs, a tan muscle-bound guy, and… well, I really couldn't make out whatever the deal was with the fourth one. Not with that large coat they were practically drowning in and the large brimmed hat shrouding their face.

"That's Seifer and crew," Lea went on to explain. "Or the Dusk Town Center Disciplinary Committee, aka the fancy lil title they gave themselves that basically means glorified mall security. Don't let the sneers fool ya tho, they're a real sweet lot… all warm and friendly-like. You'll fit right in with 'em!"

"Shut your mouth, chicken wuss!" Seifer suddenly shouted as he grabbed Hayner by the front of the shirt, who shoved him away with a snarl.

"Oh yeah… super friendly..." I deadpanned. "Not sure they're exactly my crowd though."

He gave a low chuckle, his arms tightening around my waist. "No? Dang, thought they'd be a shoe-in for sure. Hmm, who here can meet your impossibly high standards?" he teased. I would've reached back to tickle him for that remark if it weren't for his fingers gently squeezing mine now, holding them captive. He then turned us to face an occupied booth across the way.

"Got it this time for sure! That guy right there is Tarzan. He works over at that jungle-themed café at the mall. And the chick he's with? His girlfriend, Jane. She's hella smart, like step-aside-Einstein-there's-a-new-brainiac-in-town kinda smart. She's an anthro major over at Twilight U. Dunno what that girl sees in her neanderthal boyfriend. Don't get me wrong, he's nice and all, but dude's a total ape. Seriously, I legit think he was raised by gorillas." As if on cue, the man in long dreads grinned and proceeded to stand and beat his chest with his fists, cracking up the brunette he was sitting with. "See? See?" Lea pressed triumphantly.

I snorted softly as I watched the couple. "They do actually look kind of sweet… but no thanks. Wouldn't want to be a third wheel."

"Fine then, guess there's just no pleasin' ya, Lil Miss Wallflower," he cooed, nuzzling his nose into my cheek. I squirmed, closing one eye against it as I fought a grin. "If making friends is off the table, we'll just hafta find something else for ya to do. Hmm… oh! You can come sing a duet with me!"

"Sorry," I shook my head, "but I've already performed my one song for the day."

"What?! Aw man, I didn't know it was a one-and-done kinda deal, no fair!" I could hear the pout coloring his words. "C'mon, I love your voice. Just one more for me? You can't deny me on Lea Day, that's sacrilege!"

An amused huff escaped me. "I think I'll take my chances."

"The impudence! You're lucky you're so cute, otherwise there'd be a reckoning," he gave a halfhearted harrumph. Then, "Fine, ya don't gotta sing. Just come up on stage with me while I devote a love ballad to you."

"No thanks."

Ugh, so cheesy.

I could already feel my face warming at the very idea.

"C'mon, it'll be romantic. Let me serenade you," his voice dropped low as he started trailing light kisses down the side of my neck.

Well… I guess maybe… one lil song wouldn't h-

Hold it!

Oh-ho, no. Nu-uh. Nice try, bucko, but you're not going to get me that way!

"And I'm sure it'll be just as romantic if you serenade me while I'm sitting at a table in the audience," I said sweetly back.

A chuckle hummed in his throat. "Alright then, have it your way," he released me so he could spin me around and plant a smooch to my forehead. There was a wicked gleam in his eye now. Perhaps it should have set off warning alarms in my head.

But it didn't.

"Just remember… you asked for it," he smirked and winked before disappearing into the crowd in the direction of the karaoke stage.

Maybe his parting words should have filled me with a sense of dread and foreboding.

But they didn't.

Ah, what a naive little fool I was. It's true what they say. Ignorance really is bliss.

Anna and Kristoff soon finished their song and I clapped with everyone else as they stepped off the stage, making their way back towards me. It was just as we were finding an empty table that my blissful ignorance was shattered and tragedy struck.

It struck in the form of Lea's voice coming through the overhead speakers singing, "Oh-oh-oh-oo-OOH!" to the opening notes of Lady Gaga's Bad Romance.

My face paled, my spine snapped rigid, and I whipped around to see him standing on the karaoke stage now with the cordless mic up to his lips. He made direct eye contact with me and flashed a wide cheshire grin as he kept crooning away at the song's intro, beckoning me with a crook of his finger. It seemed my presence was requested on stage.

I gulped, rapidly shook my head and crossed my arms as I sat down in my chair with more force than intended.

Nu-uh. No way. Not on your life, pal.

He was undeterred. In fact, his toothy grin only broadened as he hopped down off the stage, singing the gaga-ooh-la-la's now as he came charging straight across the bar towards me.

So I, of course, did the only logical and mature thing I could do in response.

I squeaked and scrambled to try and hide under the table.

Problem solving at its finest.

Unfortunately, I wasn't quick enough and he'd snagged my wrist before I could safely get under full cover. As he dragged me back out into the open, I snapped, "You said it would be romantic! This song is not romantic!"

"You lost your chance at romance when ya refused to come on stage with me, babydoll! Now suffer for the birthday boy!" he cackled as he pressed me back down into my chair. I tried to stand up again, but his hand on my shoulder held me firmly in my seat. Then he raised the mic to his mouth once more, picking the lyrics back up as if he'd never been interrupted in the first place and started to dance around me in a way that was… hrm… how shall I put this? ...provocative, but... so exaggerated to the point of extreme silliness and absolutely absurdity. As people around us started clapping in time with the music with whoops and whistles, I looked down and buried my face in my hands.

Don't worry, I wasn't feeling mortified…

...merely homicidal.

I was seriously going to murder him for this.

But no. I couldn't. Not today. Not on his birthday, of all days. Surely, I could give him a pass, just this once.

I'd slaughter him tomorrow instead.

That's right, yuck it up while you can, you giant dork. Your days are numbered.

Also, I didn't know whether to be disturbed or impressed by the fact that he seemed to know this song by heart and didn't need that little karaoke TV to remind him what the next line was going to be.

As the chorus began now, he straddled my legs for a crude approximation of what might be considered in the very absolute loosest sense of the term a lap dance. He whipped his free arm around over his head - oh gosh, was that dope doing The Lasso? - and Anna managed to wheeze out between her peels of laughter, "Oh my gawd, just how friggin' hammered is he?"

"Pretty sure he hasn't touched a single drop yet," I turned my head away from Lea, bringing up a hand to shield my face as I pretended I was anywhere but here right now.

"You mean this is him sober?!" she busted up all over again and nearly fell out of her chair, clinging to Kristoff's arm for support.

Any retort I might've made to that was swiftly forgotten as Lea, still singing away, spun around to give me a front row, up close and personal seat to his gyrating rear end. Rolling my eyes, I used both hands to shove the thing out of my face. A sharp gasp from Anna had me looking at her again. Swallowing splutters and snerks, she chided, "Sis, behave yourself! You're in public!" She tsked, still struggling to keep a straight face. "Groping a guy like that, so unladylike… what would Mom and Dad say?"

I blinked. What was she even-?

...oh.

Oh god.

I basically, technically, for all intents and purposes and with the whole world to bear witness (or at the very least, the whole bar)... had just grabbed my boyfriend's butt.

Okay. Now I was mortified.

Thanks a lot, hands. You little harlots, you… you… jezebels, you-

Whump!

Annnnd now Lea had flopped over backwards on top of our table. Just where exactly was he going with this next? Did I even want to know? I mean, really?

Whether I did or not, it seemed I had little choice in the matter. It was kind of like a scene out of a classic black-and-white film, where a sultry bombshell in a slinky dress would be stretched out seductively on top of a piano while sing-schmoozing the pianist. Except there was a table instead of a piano, Lea instead of the bombshell, leaving me as the sing-schmoozing recipient.

All still to Bad Romance, mind you.

Which is just every girl's dream, am I right, ladies?

My eyelids drooped as I fixed him with a dull stare. I was determined to not give him anything. Zero reaction. Zilch. Nothing. There was a tiny gleam to his eyes now as they crinkled, sending a clear message: Challenge accepted. In the end, it actually didn't take much to break my resolve. Just him hooking a finger into my necklace, drawing me close so he could "whisper" (if it could even be called that, considering the mic was still broadcasting his singing) into my ear the lyrics, "You know that I want you… and you know that I need you… I want it bad, your bad romance."

That's when it happened.

A mutinous little snort rushed out my nostrils. Then I was cracking up laughing and shoving his face away. Beaming in victory, he hopped up off the table to resume singing and dancing around me like an idiot. And for the record, he seemed to take way too much delight in the parts of the song where he got to shout, "I'm a free bitch, baby!"

The buffoonery thankfully only lasted another minute or two before the song came to an end. After he gave several flourishing bows to the loud round of applause for his performance, Lea handed off the mic to someone else. I did not envy the next person up for karaoke who had to follow that act. Then Lea flashed a grin as he leaned over where I was still seated, bracing himself with a hand on the table. "Well now, I hope we learned our lesson!"

I crossed my arms, smirking up at him. "We most certainly did."

"Good. So next time I wanna serenade ya on the karaoke stage, you…" he trailed off, waiting for me to fill in the blank.

My smirk widened. "...barricade myself in the bathroom until the song is over."

He gave a soft pft at that. "It's adorable that ya think I couldn't just bust that door straight off its hinges and-"

"Lea! Get your ass over here!" Xion suddenly came bursting through the crowd, skidding to a stop in front of him with a giggle. "It's that time at last!"

He whipped his head towards her, blinking a couple times. "Huh?"

She snerked, "Don't gimme that dumb look! It's Present Time!"

His whole face lit up before he glanced towards me slyly. "Oh goody, and I know exactly whose I'm gonna open up first!"

...fudge.

My hands were already reaching to tug and twist at me braid as I frowned. "Or, uh… or maybe you could start with… some of the other gifts? That way-"

-I could secretly compare what other people had got him to what I'd got him and then-

"-you, um… you wouldn't be playing favorites! Yeah! And, er…"

-if I thought my present terrible by comparison, I could maybe covertly remove it from the pile and-

"...that just wouldn't be... fair! You know… to the other gifts!"

-sneak out, buy him something better, return and slip the new one into the stack with everyone here none the wiser, least of all Lea!

"...which might hurt their… their feelings! And you wouldn't want to go around hurting the other gifts' feelings, now would you?"

Wait, what was I going on about?

Ugh, mouth… I leave you unsupervised for two seconds and this is what I come back to?

Well, at least you tried. A for effort… No, you know what? C-minus. Do better next time.

Lea pressed his lips to my cheek and ruffled my bangs. "Well, all the other presents will just hafta put on their big boy pants and suck it up," he playfully teased before going with Xion to where his treasure horde awaited him. I grimaced slightly before slowly following behind.

Most of the partygoers had already gathered in a circle around the present table. I squeezed into a spot between my sister and (a somewhat disheveled but thoroughly satisfied-looking) Rayne. The chatter around us was shushed as Lea approached the small mountain of colorfully wrapped boxes. He immediately zeroed in on mine, yanking it out and raising it high over his head to be met with cheers from the whole room. Then he held it up to his ear, giving it a little shake and arching his eyebrow with a grin.

Oh gosh, what if he didn't like it?

I mean, I'd felt so… so sure when I'd first laid eyes on it. So confident in my decision when I'd made the purchase. So certain as I'd wrapped it, zero doubt in my mind that he'd absolutely love it - which was so out of character for one such as myself who'd second guessed every gift decision I'd ever made in my entire life. Well, now I was second guessing this one too. Up until a minute ago, it'd seemed so perfect. But now all of a sudden, it just seemed so… so stupid and-

-and oh god, he was ripping it open!

I couldn't watch!

My hands flew up to cover my eyes.

Ahhhhh, much better! Now I had absolutely no clue what was going on!

...except now I had absolutely no clue what was going on. Oh dear, had he finished removing all the wrapping paper? Had he opened the box? Was he looking inside this very second? What was his reaction? Was he happy? Confused? Indifferent? Underwhelmed? Disappointed? Crestfallen? So unimpressed by what a mundane, thoughtless gift it was to the point of taking offense and throwing it in the nearest trash can, lighting it on fire and- dear lord, not knowing what was going on was worse. So, so much more worse! Why wasn't he even saying anything? If he'd just say something, maybe I could at least get some sense of his-

"Holy shit."

...yeah, I didn't know what to do with that.

Was that a good "holy shit" or a bad "holy shit"?

Or maybe a wow-this-present-sucks-so-much-that-I'm-breaking-up-with-you "holy shit"?

Perhaps if he just said one more thing-

"Holy shit."

...preferably something else and that was maybe a bit more descriptive.

Ugh, screw it. I couldn't take this anymore.

I parted my fingers ever so slightly, just enough so I could peek between them. There he stood now with an action figure in molded plastic packaging in one hand while the other reached inside the open cardboard box on the table in front of him, still with bits of shredded gift wrap taped to it. Out came a second toy similar to the one he was already holding and just as brightly packaged. Other than both of his eyebrows reaching for his hairline, Lea's expression was unreadable as he glanced from one to the other.

"He's part of a set," someone suddenly blurted out.

Took me a second to realize it was me.

As Lea's gaze locked on mine, I bit my bottom lip and wrung my hands together for a second. Then, "Bubbles, I mean. He's… They're… all of them together, that is... they make a set." I hesitated for another beat before finally stepping forward to reach inside the cardboard box, pulling out the third and final one so I could hold it up to him as well. Heart thudding in my ears, I hastily began to explain, "Besides the orca you already had, there's also robots for a great white shark, a dolphin and a whale shark. And they all have machine guns too!" I tacked on with a bit of nervous excitement, then frowned. "...for… some… bizarre reason." I shrugged, "Anyway, now you have them all. Bubbles has, er… has been reunited with his brothers! Or… sisters, maybe? I mean, far be it from me to assume the gender of a," I paused, squinting at the toy's packaging for a second and slowly reading off,"...royal sea dinosaur deformation robot." I wrinkled my nose. Yeesh, what a mouthful. Clearing my throat and suppressing a tiny grimace, I then uncertainly asked the question that I was dreading the answer to. "So… what do you think?"

Still, Lea said nothing, just pursed his lips to one side as he scrutinized the action figures again. But then he uttered one single, solitary word. "Riptide."

I blinked. "Uh…?"

...was that a good "riptide" or a bad "riptide"?

A smile broke out across his face now as he tapped a fingertip to the plastic encasing the one in my hands - the whale shark. "Riptide," he said again. Then he lifted the great white, his hand giving it a little wiggle, "And this one's Whirlpool."

Oh! He was naming them.

That was a good sign, right? Was the present a success? Had I done it? Had I achieved the dream?

"This is great, now the kiddos and I can play with 'em all together!" he laughed. "Xion will be Riptide, Rox Whirlpool, and I of course will control Bubbles."

One side of my mouth quirked up. "Then I guess that makes that one for Saïx," I nodded towards the dolphin.

"You kidding? Saïx wouldn't be caught dead playing with toy robots," Lea razzed his tongue in his brother's direction, whose only reply was to fix him with a dull stare. "Then again, who knows, once in a blue moon he might surprise us. In that case, he can borrow it, but only if he asks ya nicely first."

"Me?" I furrowed my brow at him.

His infamous dimple emerged. "Course! Cuz that's the one you'll normally play!"

"Oh." I'd been assigned one of the robots. Was it odd that that made me a teensy bit giddy? Trading him the whale shark for the dolphin, I inspected it with a small grin. "So what's this one's name then?"

"Craig."

My eyes snapped up to meet his again and I echoed incredulously, "Craig?"

He nodded firmly, "Mm-hm. Craig."

I cocked an eyebrow at him. "...so their names are Bubbles, Riptide, Whirlpool… and Craig."

"What? He looks like a Craig!" Lea defended.

"Don't be silly, how on earth could an aquatic robot toy possibly look like a-" I cut myself off as I glanced at the little figurine in my hands again. I blinked once, then twice. "...actually, he kind of does look like a Craig." My head tipped to one side with a thoughtful frown, "Huh."

Lea then hooked his finger under my chin, lifting it and drawing my attention back to him so he could kiss me before murmuring against my lips, "These are amazing, El, I love them. Thank you."

My face warmed as I bit back a small smile and nodded. "You're welcome. Glad you like them."

Tucking them all with care back into the big cardboard box, Lea called out, "And now, the show must go on! So lil time, so many presents to get through! Onward to the next tribute celebrating the greatness that is me! Minions!" he pointed to Roxas and Xion. "Bring me the next offering forthwith! Chop, chop!" he clapped his hands together twice.

They both just drooped their eyelids at him as Roxas deadpanned, "Yeah, no. Not happening."

"Ugh, fine! Guess the birthday boy's just gotta do everything himself!" Lea harrumphed before walking over to pluck the next gift from the top of the pile and thrusting it up above his head again for another round of cheers from everyone gathered to watch.

I observed for a while longer with everyone else as he gradually made his way through the stack. Amongst other things, he got a video game rated M for extreme violence, blood and gore from Roxas, a DVD box set for some series that looked old, sappy and right up Lea's alley from Xion, and a big, heavy hardcover book from Saïx that was difficult to discern from the title whether it was a novel or some sort of academic text. Lea quickly hid the flicker of a grimace at the last one, thanking his brother all the same. Towards the end as the heap began to dwindle, the crowd and press of people started to get to be a little too much for me and so I decided to slip outside for a few minutes for a quick breather. There were only a few presents left anyhow, so I was sure I wouldn't miss much.

Dusk was beginning to fall as I stepped out onto 7th Heaven's deck. I was the only one out here as I moved to take a seat at one of the picnic tables, closing my eyes and relaxing on the wooden bench. After all the hubbub inside, the solitude and quiet was a welcome change. The cool autumn gust felt good on my skin and I breathed it in as it toyed with my braid.

Not sure how long I stayed like that. Probably only a few minutes before I could hear the murmur from the festivities once more as the bar's door opened briefly before closing again. Then the sound of approaching footsteps on the patio before the bench creaked under the weight of someone taking a seat next to me, their knee brushing against mine.

"You all good?" his voice reached my ears.

I opened my eyes now, turning my head to look at Lea. He was slouched comfortably where he sat, propped up by his elbows on the tabletop behind him, flashing me a gentle grin. I smiled warmly back and nodded. "I'm fine. Just wanted some fresh air. You should get back to enjoying the party, I'll be right behind you."

The corner of his eyes crinkled before he slung an arm around my shoulders, hugging me tightly into his side. His teeth lightly nipped at the tip of my nose before he rested his cheek against my hair. "Lil fresh air sounds good. I'll head back inside in a minute."

As I settled my head into the crook of his neck, I hummed a contented sigh. Then I pointed out towards the sunset, simply telling him, "Look."

I felt a small chuckle rumble through his chest. "That certainly is a lovely shade of red."

"Mm," I agreed softly. "...I unfortunately can't do anything about a summer breeze for you though. Not until next year anyway."

"Don't worry 'bout it. Three outta four ain't too shabby."

I gave a low snort at that. Then, "So… you having a good birthday so far?"

"The best," he nodded against my hair. There was a smirk in his tone as he added, "I mean, course it's no locking us in my room together, worshipping every last inch of your body, that whole shebang, but still… pretty damn good."

A blush creeped into my cheeks as I hesitated before saying, "Good thing that's the plan for tomorrow then."

I felt him tense beside me. Then he was lifting his head off mine as he pulled away slightly to fish his phone out of his pocket. He tapped his thumb to "Work" under his contacts before bringing it up to his ear as he beamed big at me.

"Welp," he delightedly chirped, "Looks like I'm callin' in sick for tomorrow!"

Author's note: BE WARNED! Extra long chapter gets extra long Author's Note! Keep reading at your own peril xD It's all just basically fun facts and me explaining the random inner workings of my oddball brain as I wrote this chapter, so if none of that interests you, then just skip it all, no skin off my nose xP

Early on in writing "Ice Cream and Fire Oven Pizza", I decided I wanted to figure out when Lea's and Elsa's birthdays were for no other reason than just because I could! So with the help of several "what the day you were born on says about you" websites, I spent days poring over the meaning of more birthdates than I care to admit before finally deciding on (insert drum roll) August 3rd for Lea's bday! It was a really silly thing to spend all those hours on cuz at the time I had no plans for their birthdays to ever come up in the story at all, it was just a random fact I wanted to know about both my characters xD But then as I was writing these bonus chapters, I suddenly remembered figuring out those birthdays and realized Lea's big day was coming up between 2 chapters I had planned and I was all, "well shit, I should probably write it!" And whew, I tell ya, for starting out this chapter having absolutely ZERO CLUE what to write, I certainly came up with a lot of BS to fill it with, making it my longest chapter yet xD Hehe, guess I overcompensated, oops! Hopefully it was all fun to read tho! I'll probably get around to writing an Elsa bday chapter too, but hers isn't until February 5th, so we have a lil bit before we get there. Also, timeline is getting a lil vague, wibbly-wobbly with these bonus chapters, but if I try to line this chapter up calendar-date-wise with whatever the date was exactly that Elsa ran away at the start of this story, pretty sure at this point I have to say that Oaken ALWAYS has a big summer blowout going on in his store, no matter WHAT time of year it is xD

Hopefully strawberries and sea salt ice cream cake sounds good :P According to the internet, it should be delicious, I'm just not sure if it SOUNDS delicious to the reader haha! I just thought plain old sea salt ice cream cake would be too basic bitch for someone like Lea on his BIRTHDAY of all days, so I went too far in the other direction at first (still sea salt cuz DUH, but I think there was also chocolate and blackberries involved? Again, the internet said it would taste PHENOMENAL, but it didn't SOUND phenomenal xD) before toning it back to just strawberries xD Anyhoo, another chapter jam-packed with references! Some might have been more subtle than others tho, so I wonder if you guys were able to catch them all? I brought Tifa back for a proper cameo this chapter, since I didn't really do her justice back in chapter 12 - hopefully this made up for it xD I even came up with a lame twist on Cloud and Sephy's whole Darkness bit from the KH games - I know it's a lil off since Sephiroth is supposed to BE Cloud's darkness, but shhh, close enough, dang it! On another note, I spent way too long trying to figure out what song Elsa would sing at karaoke, especially for what amounted to just one friggin' sentence lol! I wanted a birthday song that wasn't the standard one, but everything I could find was either too sexy or too sappy for El, either of which would have made her too flustered to sing in front of a bunch of people xD I almost went with one of the birthday songs by either The Backstreet Boys or NSYNC cuz she actually probably would have been the most comfortable with their lyrics, but I just couldn't bring myself to write Elsa singing goddamn Backstreet Boys or NSYNC x'D Just when I'd been about to give up all hope of ever finding the right song, I happened upon "Happy Birthday Princess" sung by Jodi Benson, which I felt Elsa would not be embarrassed singing to Lea while at the same time letting her be a lil cheeky about it xP It's a song on an album entitled "Disney Princess Tea Party" and Jodi Benson is actually Ariel's voice actor! Fun Fact: I imagine in the "Ice Cream and Fire Oven Pizza" universe, people like Jodi Benson and Idina Menzel still exist just instead of being voice actors, they're singers equivalent to Christina Aguilera, Beyoncé, and Lady Gaga fame. Speaking of Lady Gaga… xD THAT happened cuz, due to circumstances beyond my control, Bad Romance has been playing on loop in my household almost constantly for like 2 weeks while I was writing this chapter haha! You'd think I'd get sick of the song, but actually it got me pretty hooked - and I'd liked the song before, but you know I never actually LISTENED to the lyrics until I heard it nonstop and lemme tell you, that is one surprisingly HORNY song xP In any case, my brain eventually warped it into me totally being able to see Lea singing it at karaoke and being a total dope about it too xD But hey… at least I didn't include the full lyrics to the song this time! We've finally reached a point in the story where someone singing isn't pivotal to their character growth and thus I can gloss over it, huzzah! On one final note, those action figures are real! I think I mentioned that about the orca robot back in chapter 30, but the whole set is a real thing! And I know, honestly maybe it would make more sense as a gift you'd give to Demyx since they're all sea life themed, but I could definitely see Lea going totally bonkers over them too just cuz their weird AF which, let's face it, is Lea's brand xD

Thanks for reading, I super duper appreciate it! And an extra BIG thank you to those of you who’ve liked, reblogged, and followed so far, seeing those lil notifications always brings the biggest, goofiest smile to my face!

Next bonus chapter is once again gonna be focused on Lea and something going on in his life, but is gonna be a lil less mindless nonsense and a lil more serious… but still flavored with my odd brand of humor tho, cuz it's me and that's just how I roll! And the hint will be… car keys! Ooo, how are THOSE involved?! Stay tuned!

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