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Five years from now, when Kiyoomi is 22 and Wakatoshi is 23, they’re going to meet at a party through a common friend. Tendou has been Wakatoshi’s best friend of ten years and Kiyoomi only came into the picture when, through rekindled friendships, their families became close.
Kiyoomi will meet up with Tendou. “Hey, Satori,” Kiyoomi will greet him. They’ll jump into animated conversation, Tendou completing it with hand gestures. In the midst of it, Tendou, who will be standing in front of Kiyoomi, will move ever so slightly to the left, and Kiyoomi’s smile will drop because his eyes will meet Wakatoshi’s for the first time in five years.
Wakatoshi will have just arrived to greet their friend.
“I didn’t know he was here…” Kiyoomi will whisper awkwardly to Tendou, trailing off.
Tendou will send him a questioning look, raising his eyebrow. And then it will dawn on him so he will laugh. “Of course he’s here!” he’ll exclaim, amused. “It’s my farewell party.”
Kiyoomi, however, will not smile, because there will be nothing amusing about seeing the boy he left behind five years ago. The same boy who didn’t fight for him, and who easily let him go.
But he will be 22 then and Wakatoshi, 23, so Kiyoomi will manage to pluck up the courage to speak to him.
For the first time in five years.
“You gained weight!” Kiyoomi will say, not knowing what else to.
Wakatoshi will smile weirdly at him, as if he will have grown two heads. “Yeah, well, Kiyoomi,” Wakatoshi will begin in that mocking tone of his that holds no bite. “The last time you saw me was five years ago.”
“Keeping count now?” Kiyoomi will tease, laughing.
But Wakatoshi will only shake his head. His tone will grow serious. “Sure, whatever you say,” he’ll say.
“Don’t be a killjoy, Wakatoshi-kun,” Kiyoomi will exclaim, desperate to keep the conversation going. Kiyoomi will not like how his mind will be flashing back to that fight five years ago when Wakatoshi was hurrying to dismiss him. Wakatoshi didn’t want the drama then and Kiyoomi didn’t want to fight for him, either.
Wakatoshi will grace him with a small smile. “Let’s get you something to drink,” Wakatoshi will offer, grabbing Kiyoomi’s hand and dragging him towards the bar.
“Five years later and you still won’t take ‘no’ for an answer,” Kiyoomi will say, happy that, for the first time in five years, Wakatoshi’s hand is meeting his again.
And as is his habit, Wakatoshi will grin at him in response.
But, right now, five years have not passed and, right now, Kiyoomi’s hands are lacking the warmth of Wakatoshi’s. Right now, Kiyoomi is looking at Wakatoshi’s retreating back, taking every step there is further away from him.
Kiyoomi looks down at his hands now, wondering how he ever found the strength to let go.