Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. I am not profiting off this fic. This is a work of fiction. You know the drill.
A/N: Originally, I wanted to write a KagaTaka fic but my shipper heart is leaning towards other things. Let's see what happens :)
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Prelude
Just to show that there is no escaping fate
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Takao clutches at his stomach, air squeezed right out of his lungs as near-hysterical laughter spills into the evening. It's one of the coldest winter nights but he's comfortably warm.
"Oi, stop laughing, damn it!" The reprove is ineffective, considering the humor underlining the half-hearted attempt to quiet him.
One look at the matching twitches on Kagami's lips and brows hauls even more raucous laughter from Takao. A couple of passersby look at him funny but he ignores them in favor of slapping Kagami's back. "But that's just freaking hilarious! I can't believe he flat out said it! And the nerve of those guys to back him up!"
"It must be senioritis," Kagami says, grinning as he gives in. Noticing Takao's confused face, he explains, "It's a thing, you know, when third years get close to graduating and they can't think straight so they start spewing weird stuff."
"Can't think straight," Takao snickers.
"Then again, Tatsuya probably has it out for me." Kagami shoots a balled-up Maji Burger wrapper into a waste bin. He'd been carrying it with him from the store where they had a late dinner.
Takao whistles as the balled up paper goes in. "Two points to Seirin."
"Shut up," Kagami mutters as they turn the corner, entering the last stretch of road before the train station. At the lack of a witty comeback, Kagami looks over at his companion - Takao's eyes are glinting with mischief. "What?" he asks, heat creeping over his cheeks as Takao shows him his phone with the camera app at the ready.
"Why don't we give them something to really talk about?"