Pain and Stuff
Riku did NOT want to get up in the morning. Sora's bed was warm. Sora's bed was safe. And there, he didn't have to think about how horribly the previous night had ended. How his car was hurt, and he was hurt, and his boyfriend was hurt. How they were damn lucky that they weren't hurt more. And... Riku's feelings were hurt. How could someone be so horrible to another person? Just because they were different. It made Riku feel like he was going to have some kind of irrational fear, like not wanting to hold Sora's hand in public anymore, because one of them might get hurt. He hated feeling this way. They'd been so carefree, so normal in their public relationship. Why should they have to start worrying now? It wasn't fair.
Alright, he'd decided. He wasn't leaving bed today. In fact, Riku locked his arms around Sora's waist, to make sure Sora didn't try either. They'd say they were sick, or something. At the very worst Sora's family would think they had sex or something and couldn't walk. That was a lot better than letting them know they'd been attacked, in Riku's opinion.