It’s one of those nice, quiet moments where no shoes are being thrown, no Spanish is being screamed, and no wooden spoons have miraculously materialised. Lea has not been slapped or otherwise Riku’d in any way in the recent minutes. ‘Riku’ing’ has become a thing. A verb. An umbrella term for shenanigans that the former Nobody is otherwise incapable of explaining.Certainly, he wouldn’t even attempt to explain their peculiar relationship to anyone else. From the outside, they quite possibly appear to despise each other. Except when Lea smiles during their screaming matches. And except when they snuggle. He’s certain nobody’s figured that out yet. Lea doesn’t question any of it, because his life would feel unsettled without it.Today, Riku seems less done with Lea’s shit than usual. They’re watching the others train from afar. There’s laughter lingering in the air from some joke or other. Lea’s warm and affectionate and spontaneous, and he’s leaned over to brush a kiss against Riku’s temple before he’s even decided to do it.It doesn’t even feel like an odd thing to do. Not really.