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“Holy shit.” Koutarou winces as Tetsurou smacks his arm and then smacks it a few more times when he doesn’t respond right away.
“You said that. ‘Holy shit’ what?”
Tetsurou points and Koutarou looks around, trying to figure out what has his best friend in such a state. All he sees is people.
“Him,” Tetsurou hisses. Koutarou looks again and shakes his head when Tetsurou looks at him searchingly. Tetsurou huffs and grabs Koutarou’s face in his hands and twists. “Correct me if I’m wrong. But isn’t that Ushijima? Like. THE Ushijima?”
“What?” Koutarou looks closer. “I mean it looks like him, yeah. But why would he be here?” Koutarou tries to turn his head but Tetsurou still has his hands tight around Koutarou’s face. “Why would a Prince of the Damned be here? Among the mortal peons and tradesmen?”
Tetsurou shrugs and finally drops his hands. Koutarou wriggles his jaw a little, rubbing it and pouting at Tetsurou; sometimes his friend forgets the power in his hands.
“Rumor is he’s looking for a companion of some kind.”
“Rumor?” Koutarou rolls his eyes. “Since when do you listen to rumors?”
“Since Tooru started telling them to me.”
Okay. That’s fair. Tooru’s rumors are less rumors and more the sheer veil of prophecy filtered through Tooru’s ridiculous mind and dropped from his lips like the leaves in autumn dropping from trees.
Koutarou glances at the sky and sighs. “Come on. We’re going to be late.”
“Are you Bokuto? Bokuto Koutarou?”
“The one and only,” Koutarou proclaims. “What can I do for you?” he asks as he turns around.
“That remains to be seen.” Koutarou can only stare as Ushijima looks around the tiny shop he and Tetsurou help run. He doesn’t know if he should be honored that Ushijima is here or terrified. “I have been looking for something for quite some time and I was told that this shop was the best place to go. I am pleased to say I believe they were right.”
Koutarou licks his lips and smiles when Ushijima looks at him. “What were you looking for?”
Ushijima holds out his hand, palm up, and Koutarou reaches out without even thinking about it. The moment their hands meet everything shifts.
He sucks in a sharp breath and watches Ushijima’s wings unfold and shimmer into existence behind him. He’s heard the rumors, both the ones from Tooru’s parted lips and those not from him. He knows what it means for a Prince’s wings to appear like this. He knows what sort of tales are about to be written, what sort of epics and ballads will be penned about them.
He also knows he has a choice. He can drop Ushijima’s hand and walk away. He can step back and pick the other road destiny has laid out for him.
He squeezes Ushijima’s hand and takes a step forward.
“I was looking for you,” Ushijima says softly.
“You found me,” Koutarou replies just as softly.
