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It’s the next day that Keiichirou sees the polaroid.
He’s pinning them up on the corkboard with thumbtacks, recalling every photograph that was taken, until he comes across one that’s vaguely familiar, yet not familiar at all. The polaroid is already pinned up on one corner, and he doesn’t want to mess with it now that it’s up, so he keeps it pinned up as he studies it, furrowed brows and all.
Keiichirou thinks they look happy—contagiously so. He can feel himself grinning as he looks at it: their temples pressed together, their eyes crinkling with the intensity of their smiles. Keiichirou greets his own stare before his eyes trail over to Kairi, who’s looking at the Keiichirou in the picture.
It’s when he sees the familiar scrawl that is Kairi’s handwriting that it clicks.
04/20XX: BEFORE THE MOVE
“Kairi!” he yells, and once he hears a shout of acknowledgment from behind him, he continues: “you weren’t even looking in the right direction in this one!”
Kairi laughs immediately, booming and loud. Keiichirou can just imagine it—his head thrown back, the column of his neck exposed. He shakes his head as he picks up another thumbtack, and fights back a smile once Kairi shouts back, his laughter in his words.
“Yes, I was! Because I was looking at you, Keii-chan!”