He wasn't sure how long it had been going on. A glance here, a lingering hand there. All Akira did know was that a very green eyed Shindou was staring at him from across the Goban. And Akira was staring back.
It was wrong, all wrong. They were rivals for crying out loud. They were so different, Akira calm and reserved, Shindou loud and abnoxious. It would never work. It couldn't work.
And yet, Akira knew it would work. There would be troubled seas, hurricanes and downpours, but in the end, there would be sunshine.
The realization flickered in his eyes, and Shindou's eyes widened. Akira felt the pull as Shindou leaned forward over the Goban, the forgotton stones falling to the floor. Akira's heart skipped a beat, and he returned the gesture, their lips looming ever closer.
There's no escaping gravity.