Oikawa fidgets with the idea of it, wavering back and forth like he doesn't know what he wants.
He's been thinking of heading up to Tokyo, of paying Miyuki a visit — who is he trying to kid, though, he wants to go on a date — but he hesitates. Their first encounter had them already meeting in the flesh, but things are different now they have a new set of feelings to deal with, and neither of them are very good at managing their own. Still, it can't hurt to take the plunge. After all, if he's going to hit it, he's going to hit until it breaks.
So, he takes the first step.
Miyucchi, Miyucchi!!
that's rare isn't it
you not dragging my name out for once
what's up?
...
Let me call you?
The great Oikawa-sama has something to announce!
ohoho
a confession?
or perhaps
you're coming to Tokyo?
Miyuuuchiiii~ don't steal my thunder!!!!
Anyway!! Is now a good time?
go ahead
Kazuya picks up after the first ring.
"When and where," he says with a laugh coating his voice.
"Eager, aren't we," Oikawa fires back, but he's smiling so hard. It's not like he could be anything else when Kazuya is looking forward to seeing him. "Are you free on the 1st of July? It's a Saturday~"
"I dunno, I might be able to make the time." He pauses, like maybe he expects Oikawa to worry, then relents. "I'll pick you up from Tokyo Station — where we met, before."
"Miyucchi's such a gentleman!"
"But of course." A pause here that can only mean Kazuya's up to mischief. "Anything for the boy of my dreams."
Oikawa doesn't give Miyuki the satisfaction of hearing him splutter, but it's a close thing, pulling the phone away before ending the call, his heart so bouyant it's between his ears.
Kazuya texts Oikawa to find him at the Marunouchi side of Tokyo Station.
It's towards the far east border, a landmark famous for its looming presence. It's the kind of thing Kazuya finds beautiful with its vibrant blue bricks looming upwards. This view is the kind that he wants to share with Oikawa, too.
yo! u here yet?
Just got off the train!! Going up now~
Be there in 5 <3
Five minutes become ten, then twenty. Kazuya shifts back and forth, checking his phone and scanning the crowd to distract himself from Oikawa not being here. Then, a text.
Miyucchiiii I don't see any big blue building around!
Only a red one!!
Kazuya frowns at the message. He has no idea where Oikawa could be that he's messed up the directions that badly. On the off chance Oikawa just missed the landmark, Kazuya snaps a picture of his surroundings.
A second later, Oikawa sends one back. And that's when the world tilts.
Everything in Oikawa's picture is the exact copy of Miyuki's— apart from the building's colour: red.
As if the weirdness extends to Oikawa being clairvoyant, Oikawa texts again.
Something's wrong, isn't it.
We're at the same place except it's not exactly...
the same place.
Kazuya hits call. "Tooru."
Oikawa huffs. "Miyucchi, where are you standing?"
"By the vending machine, the red one," he replies, and he glances around, hoping against all odds that Oikawa will suddenly appear.
He gives up on that when Oikawa says, full of overdramatic despair, "I can't find it. There's just a blue one here."
"Ah." Kazuya's heart hasn't sunk this low in a long while. He'd forgotten how much it hurts. "Got an idea of what this means?"
"I suppose it means that the fates are playing a little trick on us," Oikawa laughs into the line, and Kazuya's relieved that he does, even if it is a little bittersweet.
"But," Kazuya stops, starts, swallows. "You've made it all this way, it can't be for nothing! I wanted to take you places, show you things." And make you laugh, see you smile.
"Well, we'll just have to make do with our phones as usual— to bridge the gap with the innovation of the modern day." Oikawa's tone is sombre, but it still takes on the hint of a challenge as he finishes with: "So, lead the way, Miyucchi! Let's show these worlds how much fun we can still have."