In his mind, he was running his hands through Kuroko's soft blue hair. His hands were roaming on his porcelain skin, and Kagami's lips were against Kuroko's trembling but eager ones.

"Taiga!"

A distance voice jerked him out of his reverie and his eyes focused on Himuro's figured in the distance. He tugged his scarf up and waved back half-heartedly. His mind wasn't really into it.

"Hey," he said gloomily from under his scarf.

"Hey! You look dead," Himuro observed.

"Well. I am," Kagami glared moodily at him.

Himuro gave a small grin that was barely noticeable and spoke again.

"So, I met this interesting guy..." He turned to his right and stopped suddenly. Kagami raised his eyebrows.

"Wait," Himuro stared intently at a spot on the floor, "he was just here two seconds ago..."

"Who?" Kagami muttered uninterestedly.

"Oh. This guy. His name's Kuroko Tetsuya, sits beside me in Language 102... What's with that look on your face?" Himuro prodded.

Kagami felt his jaw drop and saw his world spin slightly before his eyes. He wobbled a bit and regained his footing. He was done for. He had made a huge mistake. Kagami was utterly...

"Hey. Wake up," Himuro shook him fiercely.

"Shit," Kagami pressed a hand against his head.

"What's wrong?"

He weighed his choices and decided not to tell Himuro anything until he had mentally prepared himself for the utter shame that would inevitably follow.

"Huh... stomachache. Just ate lunch... Where's the nearest bathroom?"

He had to get away before Himuro read through his reactions. This guy was frighteningly perceptive. Kagami's palms sweated at the mere thought of being caught before he confessed.

"The Second Library's closest. And the cleanest."

"Okay. Catch up with you another time," Kagami turned and tossed a wave. He saw Himuro nod before he started to dash towards the library as fast as he could to escape the pounding headache that was chasing after him.

He didn't see Himuro beginning to grasp lightly at his sleeve. Nor did he see him dropping his hand wistfully and sticking his hands back into his pockets dejectedly.

"Crap crap crap crap..." Kagami cursed under his breath as he pushed open the doors of the library roughly. He entered and stood at the doorway, breath a tad faster than normal. He jerked his scarf off his head. The change in temperature from cold to hot made him gross and sweaty. Kagami stalked to the nearest table and plopped down exhaustedly in the chair.

He tore off his bag and dumped it onto the floor.

Kuroko Tetsuya.

Kagami slumped onto the table and placed his head onto the cold wooden table.

So he goes to this school... Fate is so twisted, he thought bitterly to himself.

What were the chances, anyways?

That wad of money he had seen on the bed stand and the empty spot beside him in the morning had brought him crashing back to reality. He had been used as a faux-prostitute. How lovely.

And now, they ended up in the same university. How lovely, as well.

He mussed his hair in frustration and flipped up his hood. He had a huge break in between his last class and next class, so he decided to take a nap. The exhaustion from the previous night was taking a toll on him. They had barely slept at all. Kagami focused on his steady breathing and the comfortable silence of the library. There was no one else at his table to bother him, and it was rather empty at this time of the day. He felt a tiny trickle of drool slide from his lips but he became too tired to bother wiping it up. Suddenly, he was unconscious.

The Second Library was the cleanest out of all the three libraries at the university because it was the strictest. Rules were posted everywhere, and the employees prowled around like ninjas, ready to lash out at anyone disturbing the status quo.

No sleeping.
No defacement of library property (includes books).
No eating or drinking (water is allowed).

There were certainly more, but those were some of the basic ones. Part of the reason why he had been hired here was because of his lack of presence. It was useful when he wanted to sneak up on people making out in corners, or eating noisily. He always found it fun to pop up behind a young couple and scare the wits out of them as they were locking lips.

They always thought they could get away with it if they hid in the Science section.

Kuroko dumped his back behind the checkout desk and started to stroll around. No one noticed him, off course, and he was keeping a close lookout for any disturbances.

As he paced across the library, Kuroko thought back to how he had silently slipped away from Himuro. Once he had been positive that Kagami had not seen him, he had fell back and started to hurry in the opposite direction. He had taken a detour to get to work, but it was better than being caught having sex with... What was Kagami, anyways? A stranger? An acquaintance? Kuroko's stomach felt queasy once more just thinking about his predicament.

He stopped in his tracks as he saw a tall figure in a grey hoodie slumped over a table. He was definitely asleep. Kuroko huffed irritatedly and marched up to the figure and nudged it with his elbow.

"No sleeping in the library," he hissed.

He got no response, so he decided to be more extreme. Kuroko shook the guy's shoulders and pulled back the hood.

"Wake up! There's no sleeping in the-" his jaw dropped as he saw the messy red and black locks atop of the guy's head. He stepped back slowly and quickly dashed back to the checkout counter with a pounding heart.

Holy shit, what is he doing here?

Kuroko hid behind the counter, realising with a send of dread that if Kagami turned his head to the left, he would be able to see Kuroko. He squeezed his eyes shut and willed for himself to disappear. It was funny, since this wish was usually granted.

Kuroko saw Kagami sit up, bleary-eyed, and confused. He looked around a few times (eyes skimming over Kuroko) and rubbed his head a few times. He watched Kagami take a large yawn before f fully straightening up in his chair. He rubbed his hair several times and Kuroko wondered how he managed such wild hair. Kagami extended his legs underneath the table, scrolled through his phone for a few minutes, before taking out a textbook and staring blankly at it. Kuroko propped his chin up on his fist and stared at Kagami's profile.

He has... such sharp features.

He sat back in his own chair and continued to watch Kagami for a few minutes before he felt himself nodding off as well.

In his dreams, Kagami had turned to the left and seen Kuroko. In his dreams. they were back in the hotel room.

After an hour or so, Kagami had given up staring mindlessly at his textbook. He had failed to get any work done (as usual) and his next class was mere minutes away. Kagami packed his bags and strolled gloomily to the entrance. His nap had been interrupted by some asshole employee and he wanted to see what the jerk looked like. Kagami walked towards the check out desk and froze in his tracks.

There was the boy, sleeping peacefully in a black leather chair, with a peaceful expression on his face. Kagami stood above him, memorizing the features of his face ass he calmed his beating heart. He stood there long enough before he was late for his class, but had walked away contentedly with a clear shot of Kuroko's sleeping face on his phone. Was he creepy? Maybe. Slightly.

It was almost as if Kuroko and Kagami were two particles in a environment where they found themselves speeding past each other, but only to turn around to collide with one another. The question was, when would they finally collide hard enough to react?

Please R&R ;)