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They were strangely quiet. It wasn’t because Majima wanted to be, in fact, to him there was nothing more loathsome than a silence one thought they had to fill, and to Majima, every silence was begging to be cut through with laughter, shrieking, the thump of fists or metal meeting flesh. Sadly- and strangely- there was none of that right now. Instead, Kiryu was looking at the sky.
There was really no way to know what Kiryu was thinking. He was, at best, a private man. At worst, a ghost. But here he was, staring at the sky with something like wistfulness in his eyes.
Majima wanted to say something. He wanted to fight, to flirt, anything to break the silence. But he didn’t. He sat there, staring at Kiryu who was staring at the sky and neither of them said anything at all.
After what seemed like a very, very long time, Kiryu turned his head to look at Majima. His face, usually stoic, was relaxed enough to let a tiny hint of surprise slip through.
“Majima. I thought you would have left by now.” His voice was soft, a noise Majima was so unused to he didn’t know how to respond at first.
“You would have heard me leave wouldn’t you?”
“Hm. I was kinda deep in thought.” Kiryu was looking at the sky again and Majima wanted to scream.
“You shouldn’t leave yourself so vulnerable.” Majima wrenched his gaze upward, leaving the what if I attacked you unsaid.
Whether or not Kiryu understood this double meaning, his face twisted into a slight grimace.
“I trust you to protect me.” He said with a small hesitation.
This gave Majima pause. His eye widened to the sky, which suddenly seemed to be pouring in. The dusty pink and purple clouds of sundown were mocking him in that moment. “ We know what you don’t, we can see him and you can’t.”
“You shouldn't.” He wanted to say “ You can't.” But the words were stuck, caught in his throat. So instead he said nothing, just looked up at the sky.
Then there was silence again, but this time Majima had no desire to fill it. The longer he looked at the slowly darkening sky, the more his racing thoughts slowed until they were almost to a stop. A small but chilly breeze swept through the rooftops, freezing Majima before it got to Kiryu. They sat there for another few minutes before Majima got up with a groan.
“Wanna get takoyaki? I'm starvin.” He held out his hand to Kiryu, who looked at the hand, and then slowly to the face it belonged to, expression unreadable.
“Sure, but you're paying.” His voice and face we're back to their normal closed off state, but he took Majima’s hand anyway. As the two men made their way off the roof, the first stars on the night began to twinkle in the sky.