49. Dice (1/1)

-dice-

their whole friendship had arisen from chance, tsuna realizes one day as kahiro sits on top of his desk talking to him, her moonstone necklace hanging loose from how she's leaning dorwards to talk to him.

if kahiro had bumped into someone else in that dance lesson and stolen them as her partner instead, if she'd perhaps been faster or slower in her vi

ant movements then maybe they wouldn't have become aware of each other's existence beyond classmates. maybe she would've clasped hands with one of those boys who wanted desperately to be her friend and spun around with them, she might've even bumped into yamamoto or gokudera and strived to get to know them instead.

somehow the latter options put a bad taste in his mouth although he didn't know quite why, because, if that had happened, then would he have cared that a girl that only could have become close to him wasn't? would he have cared that she was laughing with yamamoto and constantly messaging him or teasing gokudera and being likeable enough to get him to be fond of her in his own way? he'd have blissful ignorance after all, unaware that kahiro could've been sat like this in front of him with her feet almost touching his knees, their physical proximity practically representing the closeness in their friendship.

to him who knew though, the idea felt like being stabbed in the back.

what if kahiro hadn't danced so erratically in the first place? what if she'd simply gone in time like she was supposed to and stayed with her first partner the whole time? she could've easily done it properly; her motor skills were high enough for her to have done it all perfectly but, for some reason, she hadn't.

both of them could've easily stayed in their lanes so to speak, continued life with the same circles of friends (although that wasn't quite true since kahiro would always be making new friends, always making people enamoured with her).

the chances of them being friends didn't just hang on who she'd bumped into or how she'd danced however. kahiro could've easily just not stolen him as a dance partner. she could've easily just apologized, easily just taken her original partner's hand again, easily danced off in the same crazy manner and ignored the new path she could take.

but she hadn't.

she'd danced vi

antly, bumped into him and then stolen him as a partner.

this all reminded him of when she'd flipped that coin and dragged him off to that cafe that he so adored now.

we're teenagers! we've got to be spontaneous sometimes! anyway, if you don't do something completely different, you might never find something great.

the dice (not just a coin, the chances of them being friends were far smaller than fifty-fifty) had been in his favour that day it seemed.