Saved by Cuteness

Xion fiddled with his fingers. His back was slouched as he sat on the edge of his bed. Ah, correction. It was Rael's bed.

The difference between his assigned room and this luxurious one was the size. Bigger space, bigger lights, bigger bed, and bigger everything. Except for the ephemeral lodger of the room.

Rael was sitting on the chair in front of Xion. Their knees brushed slightly whenever Xion so much as shifted. Hence, he sat there stiffly, waiting for Rael to speak.

For the first time, Xion felt like a child who had done something wrong, while Rael was the adult about to scold him for his mischievousness.

Xion kept looking at his fingers. They were long, marred with a few scratches he had gotten from earlier tussle. The bloody gash on the whiteness looked more serious than they actually were.