Notes: I originally posted this fic under an old account between March 15, 2012 and January 15, 2013
00. and when we look back
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"So it has come to this."
"Come to what?"
"You. Me. This moment."
Takasugi paused and stared at Kamui as if the latter had just said, "Let's go breakdancing." He furrowed his brows. "You stole that from somewhere."
Kamui flashed a smile and moved away from the window, crossing the room to join Takasugi on the floor. "I'm bored and you're doing homework," he said, glancing at the open textbook and the sheets of paper on the low table. "How did it come to this?"
"You didn't want to go home," Takasugi pointed out. "And the problem set is due tomorrow."
"No, I mean..." He pressed their shoulders together. "How did we end up like this?"
Takasugi stiffened and gave Kamui a long, sideways look, searching the blue eyes for a hint of mischief but finding hesitation instead. He jerked back and caught Kamui's hand as it reached for his face.
"There's something on your face."
Takasugi darted a glance at the warm hand in his grip and retorted, "There's nothing on my face."
"There's something on your face," Kamui repeated. "Just like there was something on your face back then, except it's different now."
There was a beat, and Takasugi looked away, loosening his grip on Kamui's hand. The sound of rain drumming against the window suddenly filled the room, erratic as the wind came and went. It'd been raining that afternoon too, when they met for the first time outside the gates of Gintama High.