Oikawa clambers down off the platform and over the tracks at the same time as Kazuya drops his bag and jumps down.

They can both feel the tension they've been carrying for months dissipate as they stumble towards each other, and hug tight.

"Shit," Kazuya says, against Oikawa's skin with his glasses digging into his neck. "Fucking hell, Tooru."

"We should move off the tracks," Oikawa says, without budging an inch.

Kazuya laughs, releasing Oikawa enough to look at him. "Like I'd let you get your ass killed after you went to all this effort."

"Anything for you, Miyucchi~!"

Kazuya laughs again, and harder, supporting his weight against Oikawa. "You're even worse in person."

Oikawa reaches up and strokes his thumb across Kazuya's cheek, noting but not acknowledging the track of moisture running down it.

Kazuya smiles against the touch, even though he's trying to keep his cool, and mimics the action in a way that he can't even pretend is mocking.

"It's good to see you, Miyucchi."

"Yeah. You too, Tooru."

Fin.