Prompt: Hello there. May I get a Sora x reader where the s/o is mad at him and gives him the stubborn silent treatment, For always having to leave and go to different worlds when they need or want him the most, and feels he puts the worlds and his friends above them so they feel sad and angry.
Pairing: Sora x GN!Reader
Summary:
Word Count: 1.1k
“I’m sorry I have to leave. But I need to save these other worlds, They need me.”
No matter how many time he told you the same line, It still felt like the first time. The overwhelming feeling of neglect and loneliness fills your body more and more with each step he takes towards the door and away from you.
It felt as if whenever you needed him most, when you just wanted to hear his voice calm you or have his arms embrace you in a comforting hug - is when he decided to leave.
You know he can’t control when the heartless decide to attack, he could however just decline for once. You knew he wasn’t the only keyblade wielder. You wished for the brunette to call on one of them for once. Instead with Donald and Goofy by his side - he walked off towards the awaiting gummi ship, not matter how much you plea him to not go.
It always takes you a few days become use to being solo again. Making meals for one just when have gotten use to making for two yet again, rolling over and making contact with the cold, flat surface of the mattress instead of Sora’s warm body.
When you ultimately felt the feeling of sadness overwhelm your mind, the loneliness quickly joins in after you glance around and find nothing but darkness surrounding you.
You wish to see the bedroom light on, walk in and see Sora sitting on the bed inspecting his keyblade - like he’s done so often before. Finally let him comfort you until happiness replaced the dread that once filled you
Sadly, you have no of that.
Instead you sat alone curled up in your bed with a blanket wrapped around your sobbing frame. The sound of your weeps and the clock ticking fills the room as the minutes slowly pass by as you eventually lull yourself to sleep.
♡♡♡♡♡
As you awake the next morning, you begin to stretch out your tight, cramped up muscles but stop when a noise coming from inside your home stops you. Your movement stops as your listen in to make sure it’s not just the old house settling. You quickly realize it’s not - as a loud bang comes from the kitchen.
Before leaving you grab the nearest object for a weapon and creep out of the room. Halfway down the hall you begin to hear a whispered voice speaking.
“Shh. Please don’t wake up. I really want to surprise you.”
Once the words became clear, so did the voice’s owner. Sora. A sudden jolt of happiness runs through your body at the sight of the brunette. But the memories of last night comes rushing back, replacing all your joy with dread.
Your eyebrows narrow as your drop your impromptu weapon and march towards Sora’s voice. Your footsteps clearly heard as they echo off the empty walls.
As you turn the corner Sora’s head turn towards you. A wide smile quickly spread across his face. The spatula in his hand was dropped on the counter as he rushes towards you. His arms instantly wrap around your frame.
“I’m sorry I woke you. The mission was shorter than we though and I wanted to surprise you with breakfast but I forgot how to make it and then I kept dropping things.”
Rushed words filled your ears. Your first instinct was to glee with joy and return his enthusiasm. Instead you gently remove his arms and silently walk towards the fridge to get yourself some water.
Sora, being the optimistic person he is, brushed off your action as you simply being grumpy from lack of sleep and continued on talking.
“I’m making your favorite. I hope it’s right.” You nodded along while wandering off towards another room. Confused by your dismissal, Sora walked after you. Following behind you as you continue to your favorite chair and have a seat after you pick up the book your currently reading. While you get to the spot you last spot at, Sora continued trying to get you to talk.
At first he asked you simple question like what you did when he was gone or how your book was going. Though all inquiries resulted in the same as before, nothing.
A loud groan escaped the brunettes lips as he drops to his knees. “Please talk to me! I wanna hear your voice!”
A large part of you wished to join him on the floor and embrace him in a warm, welcoming hug. Yet you stay silent as the plea reached your ears and let him stew in silence for a while longer.
“Just tell me what I did wrong.” His plea came out a whisper, yet you still heard every syllable.
Your eyes close as your lips finally part to loud out an audible sigh, the first noise Sora has heard from you since his return. His head perked up at the sound as he waits in anticipation.
“You left.”
At first Sora was confused. He couldn’t understand why him leaving would upset you so much. Sure he didn’t expect you to be happy he was leaving you. His brown eyes drifted from the hard wood floors to your frame. Then he understood.
Your blood-shot eyes, the tear stains on your crumpled up nightshirt, how upset and needy you acted the day he told you he was leaving.
“I needed you here with me. You didn’t even let me speak, you just told me goodbye and simply left.” You took a moment to breath and fight back small tears that were creeping up, threat to spill out the corners. The moment he noticed, Sora jumped up and rushed towards you, only to stop when you hold up a hand.
“Sometimes I feel that you put others above me. How many times has Riku or even Yuffie called and you run off to them, leaving me here alone? How many more times will it happ-” “None!”
Your eyes widen when Sora’s voiced boomed over yours.
“I promise I won’t leave you again. I don’t care who asks me I won’t do it. If I need to go to another world, you can come with me. Who cares if Donald gets mad?”
You couldn’t help but smile at his over-exaggerated yet thoughtful promise. You knew no matter what he did, Sora still cared deeply about you - and everyone else in his life.
“Promise me one thing?”
Sora’s question broke you of your thought as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You failed to notice how close he had gotten. You return the contact and hum in curiosity.
