"Tooru, you know this sounds stupid, right?" Kazuya says into his ear. "Magic isn't even a thing."
"Of course not," he says and casts his eyes around. "But I suppose I'm willing to act a bit stupid for you, Miyucchi."
"That's gross," Kazuya says, to which Oikawa laughs.
"You might want to loosen up a little. After all, you're going to have me in the flesh soon!"
Kazuya gives a fond little huff. "If you're right."
"I'm always right!"
"That time you glued your fingers together on purpose?"
"That," Oikawa says, "was for science."
"God, you're the worst," Kazuya says, like he knows Oikawa is the kind of worst he deserves.
"I'm here," Oikawa says, as he reaches the platform where they first met. This time he has his breath intact, but he's too nervous, too hopeful despite himself, that maybe he's right and they will be able to see each other again.
He calculated it out, worked out which day would have the moon and the sun's gravity pulling them in just the right direction.
This time around, it's Kazuya running up his side of the platform. The sun's afternoon rays light up his hair and skin in a way that the selfies he took with his years old phone couldn't capture in the slightest.
"Miyucchi," he says, too nervous to even smile.
Kazuya can't believe he's going to be the one late for this. Though it's fitting, him out of breath and Tooru looking poised with that grin of his.
It's Tooru's fault, of course, distracting him and making his chest go tight with how convinced he is that they'll be able to meet.
He swipes through the stiles at the station entrance and checks the time as he half jogs past a clock.
He's late.
He breaks into a run, sprinting up the stairs to the platform they first met.