One Year
There is something important to do today, was the first thing Roxas' brain spat out when he woke up. He hummed as he took a shower, stealing Axel's shampoo, wondering what he could be forgetting.
As he took small bites of his bagel, watching early morning TV, Roxas suddenly realized what the important thing was. Roxas pulled his cell phone from his pocket and checked the date. He then looked up at his boyfriend in the kitchen, half naked, yawning, and scratching his balls, waiting for his coffee to brew.
It had been one year exactly since they first started dating, when Roxas decided this slob of a man was perfect enough to be his boyfriend. He leaned back on the couch and grinned.













