Watching a pair of heels click against the library's hardwood floor, Kamui wondered just what girls meant when they said that the shoes were the banes of their existence. Heels couldn't be any worse than regular shoes. But for someone that didn't even like wearing them to begin with, he didn't have much, if any, experience to base his theory on. And rather than type up the essay he had up on his screen, he struck up a conversation with Leo. Anything to put off the inevitable.

Glancing over the top of his screen, he lightly kicked Leo's shin to earn his attention. Resting his chin on his hand, he leaned against the desk. "Heels don't look that hard to walk in. Maybe it's a big fuss over nothing."

Flipping casually from page to page, Leo hummed, easily seeing through Kamui's attempt at avoiding making any progress on his assignment, and ignoring the fact that the other had just kicked him instead of speaking to him to get his attention. But he was already done with the paper Kamui was slaving over, and wouldn't be at a loss to humor the other. Shutting the book, a smug look crossed his face. "The only time you've been more wrong was when you chose Ryoma's team over ours for the competitive donut eating competition."

Scoffing, Kamui huffed. Leo knew the donut competition was a sore spot for him. He'd had a hard enough time picking a side in the moment, but the months of aftermath gloating after his team had lost was just more salt on the wound. Keeping his voice down, Kamui hissed, "How was I supposed to know you guys had Keaton? That man's a black hole. And you? Heels? You can barely keep your clothes inside out; you wouldn't know a heel from a wedge."

Feeling the back of his shirt with one hand, Leo made sure that the tag was on the inside end of the collar before answering. "With two sisters? Oh, I disagree; I've learned some things in my time." Trailing off, he stared down the rows of bookshelves, taking a long drink from his cooling coffee with conviction, a war torn look crossing his face.

Fiddling with the end of his straw, Kamui flicked his eyes from his textbook to Leo's face, the blond still clearly recalling his dress up childhood days. Curious, he prompted him to continue. "Are you going to elaborate, or?"

Blinking, Leo gripped the cup in his hand like a vice, the edges crumpling slightly under the pressure. "I've lived through it once. That was once more than I care to admit." And he'd rather be a dead man before he let Kamui know that before Camilla had dyed her hair lavender, he'd been the one to test out the shades.

"Does the headband have anything to do with it?" Perhaps a permanent reminder of an inescapable past. The accessory did suit the other at least. And Kamui thought it was nice, having memories of shenanigans of the past. He didn't have many to call his own, but it was easy enough to fill in the blanks that Leo refused to fill.

Leo let his hand go back towards his head, lightly running his finger against the band. "A souvenir." Leaning forward slightly, he used the end of his pencil to flick aside the hair covering the other's forehead. "You could do with one too; your bangs are a mess."

Swatting aside the pencil, Kamui mussed his hair back into its usually chaotic state. "I'll have you know it's an active choice."

"And for that, I worry for you." Tsking, Leo leaned back into his seat, pulling his laptop closer to him. Glancing at the time in the corner of the screen, he raised an eyebrow. "Also, don't you have lecture in three minutes?"

"Lecture? Sh-" Swearing under his breath, Kamui quickly swept the contents on the table into his open bag, losing a few sheets of paper in his haste. "Pick those up for me, thanks see you later." Exhaling the sentence, he bolted out of the library, praying that he'd get to class on time.

Snickering, Leo bent over to snag the papers, shoving them into his bag for later. But as Kamui dashed out, he noticed something odd. The sound of his feet against the floor wasn't the usual desperate sound of a student rushing to class. Leaning back down, Leo checked under the table again, and a bemused smile crossed his face. A pair of sandals lay abandoned, no doubt soon to be realized by their owner.

Sighing, Leo returned to his book, the grin on his face refusing to fade just yet. It never was dull with Kamui around.

Requested by Kisha KK.
A college au?