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The first rays of sunlight were peeping curiously into BL dorm windows, and the head of BL Treasury had finally been lulled to sleep by a report that wasn't actually due for another couple of weeks, when a very disheveled-looking Shichijo Omi crept silently into the room, trying very hard not to knock anything over with an equally disheveled bunch of flowers.
"Oh, Kaoru," he smiled fondly, cautiously approaching his friend's slumped form, "let's get you to bed."
As usual, the exhausted genius complied without really waking up; pulling Omi along was a little less usual, but not entirely unheard of.
First thing in the morning Kaoru darted out of bed, pretending he hadn't spent the night snuggled into Omi's side like a ten-year-old while refusing to let go of Omi's hand. Then he started pretending he didn't give a damn about being seen with a bedhead of once again plain black hair, myopically screwing his natural greenish-brown eyes and wearing a formless, ratty and definitely Omi's T-shirt. That dealt with, he proceeded to colourfully – and rather loudly – recount what exactly he thought of Omi's stay in Boston, Omi's decision to fly back to Japan in the middle of semester, Omi's poor choice of airline, and Omi's generally insane ideas that never failed to backfire. Then he demanded a proper, if belated, birthday celebration, and set off to the bus stop.
Once in town, he made sure to stop by the appropriate places and got green and blue highlights in his now dark hair and a new charcoal-black gakuran to go with it.
Back at school, he collected all his class notes he could find, stuffed them into Omi's bag, and spent the ride to the airport ranting about how Omi'd better study hard, as they were both getting in Todai, legally this time, even if it killed them.
He spent the way back browsing through TOEFL sample papers – out of pure curiosity, of course. It's not like he ever considered studying in the USA.
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