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writerofcreativity · 2 years

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Don't mind me. I just want the Akashi siblings to have a bittersweet ending, it's a ending that they should deserve than just a sad one. Just ignore this if you're not interested in reading.

Possible spoiler? If it comes true in the manga.

"Haru-nii..." Senju sniffles as tears begins to fall down from her eyes.

Both sides of Toman and Kanto Manji gang are now settling. Takemichi is facing off against Mikey. As of now, they can only watch.

Haruchiyo feels his sister's tears splashed his face since she is cuddling him. He wanted to push her away but he is suffering injuries that prevents him from doing that. "Would you shut up and stop crying? You don't have to put on the water works." He sighed.

"I can't." Senju sobs.

"We need to get you to a hospital Haru." Takeomi said, looking at injury that his little brother had received from a stab wound by Hanma.

I do think that Hanma would do that to him because he can be unpredictable from times.

Haruchiyo scoffs "and now you're not scolding me? I must be losing a lot of blood already to hear things." He muttered.

Takeomi had arrived to aid Toman with former Black Dragon members. They really helped turned the tide but they couldn't defeat Mikey, in fact can not do any real damage on him.

"Besides, this injury is a death mark. I don't have much time." Haruchiyo can feel his body weakened, slowly becoming numb.

"Please Haru-nii! I'm sorry! Don't die!" She yelled.

He raised his hand towards her weakly. "I told you to shut up." He repeated, wanting her to stay quiet.

Takeomi, Wakasa and Benkei had thought Haruchiyo will attack Senju but are surprised to see her gently touching her cheek and wipes away her tears coming from her right eye.

Haruchiyo remembers now about the times he had watched his little sister when they were little and Takeomi nor their parents were busy. He took care of her and handled her injuries. He hated it because he couldn't have any fun doing what kids his age want to do. Of course he blamed Takeomi for taking that away because he wasn't around to watch their sister. Haruchiyo will admit that there were times being with Senju brought him joy.

"Haru...please." Senju tries to stop crying but can not. Then she did not feel his hand as it falls to the ground.

"Stupid girl. You should at least hate me for hitting you with a pipe than my own fists. If you really know what I had done then you will stay the hell away from me. I would have been fine with just serving my King." He does not regret his actions.

"No!" Senju yelled "You're my brother and I will always love you even if it means going to fuckin' hell! I want us to live as a family again! Don't die Haruchiyo!" Fresh tears comes out of her eyes.

Haruchiyo's vision grew blurry. His body refuses to move any longer and his heart is beating slowly than normal. "You're so annoying. Here's a penny for your thoughts. Why don't you consider living your own life and fuckin' live a happy one instead of living with the guilt that you thought you caused." That is one wish he is asking instead of her fretting over him after his death. He looks at where his brother is standing "I wished that you didn't scold me too much. What would happen if you didn't? Would I be in a different situation?" He questioned.

"Haru." Takeomi can only say his name. He didn't know what to say.

Senju wants to talk to him to stay but feels a hand on her shoulder. She looked at the person who have their hand on her and see Takeomi.

"Senju. Haru left our world." He said with tears coming out of his eyes.

She looks back at her pink haired brother and saw that his eyes are now blank. Meaning that he passed on. "Haru-nii..." She brings him close and hugs his lifeless body.

Takeomi got on the ground and hugs both his siblings.

Despite the fight raging on, these two want to spend a bit more time with their younger/big brother before going back to aid Takemichi.

Sounds ooc for Haruchiyo but I want him to have this moment with his siblings.

#tokyo revengers #sanzu haruchiyo #haruchiyo akashi #senju kawagari #akashi senju #takeomi akashi

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ultfreakme · 3 years

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Akashi’s horribly portrayed DID

KNB is a good show for the most part, but the overt homophobia by one of the main cast, the caricaturized representation of black people and the horrible, horrible portrayal of mental illness, very specifically Akashi’s condition, is just- No. That’s all I can say; No.

I want to ensure fic writers do not follow in those footsteps and hopefully do better than Tadatoshi(the bar is in hell).

Disclaimer: I am not an expert in Dissociative Identity Disorder, I am not diagnosed with it, neither do I have any friends diagnosed with DID and it’s pretty much consensus that anyone without DID will never be able to get it right without extensive research and actually talking to people with DID. But I do want some semblance of accuracy and want to motivate people to research so I’m writing this. Also it’s about a 99% guarantee that all of us will get the portrayal absolutely wrong unless we do some intense research and retcon some canon stuff.

Now, let’s start with everything KNB got wrong about DID, or fell into stereotypes to describe it.

1. The Eye Colour changing thing

Yes KNB is unrealistic as fuck about basketball with streaks of lightning come out of people’s eyes but Akashi’s eye colour changing is actually a portrayal of a huge stereotype/myth about people with DID. Eye colours do not change fr for people with DID.

2. Akashi Emperor Eye ‘powers’

Emperor Eye borders on supernatural as a skill, honestly all of Akashi is portrayed more like a supernatural entity than a high school boy. Emperor Eye falls into the “Alters/parts have superpowers” stereotype. They don’t, but I guess it’s a little dismissable because all of GoM have ridiculous supernatural b-ball skills. If you are writing Emperor Eye, please write it the way you write Kise’s copies or Midorima’s 3-pointers, it’s just another skill and not a side effect or rooted in Akashi’s DID.

3. Alters are not violent

This one sucks because Akashi’s introductory scene is him trying to stab Kagami. Alters are not predisposed to violence or inherently violent. Alters have reasons for their actions. They don’t just go around threatening people and being imposing to strangers. If, IF you want to show this, make it have purpose and give it real good cause.

4. Alters are not ‘other selves’

Alters/parts of individuals with DID are note different versions of the ‘original’(inaccurate term btw). They are whole people by themselves. Write alters like you do regular people. They have their own likes, dislikes, hobbies, preferences. They also have different sexualities, gender, etc.

5. It is almost impossible for people to detect that a person has DID

Most likely you will never be able to tell if something is wrong with a person with DID, especially that they have HAVE DID. The disorder develops as a way for individuals to make it through life more easily so if the disorder is causing lots of trouble with living, then it defeats the purpose. People will notice that something is off about the person, but they won’t ever be able to tell what’s up.

Added to that; switches are mostly never dramatic, you won’t be able to tell when it’s happening. You’d probably barely notice it as an outsider.

6. DID development

It happens with repeated and consistent trauma during childhood and develops around 4-9 years of age. Any older than that and it is probably not DID. So Akashi must have had this disorder even before middle school and it went undiagnosed(in canon it’s still pretty much undiagnosed). We know Akashi grew up in a very harsh environment with his dad constantly expecting perfection, so it makes sense. But falling behind in b-ball was probably not what....’started’ it. Midorima does note there was something up with Akashi even before, There’s no...set point of time where there’s a dormancy and there isn’t. DID just exists. The match Murasakibara might have acted as a trigger but it wasn’t the only thing.

I think I touched upon the major points?

The biggest problem with Akashi’s DID when writing for it in fics is that we never ever get a concrete label for it. It doesn’t fall into DDNOS but it isn’t exactly DID either so we have to work with what we have. One thing that we all probably need to address is that we should stop calling Akashi-gold-eyes as the ‘other self’ or ‘other Akashi’ because alters generally have different names or identities. They can be very similar to the host’s name but from what I’ve seen, they’ve never shared a name.

Bokushi and Oreshi doesn’t work as different names because that’d be like calling someone named, let’s say ‘Oscar’, as I-scar and Me-scar.

(I tried to give them more distinct identities by giving who the fandom calls ‘Bokushi’ the name Seiichi but idk, I’m just trying here and it’s difficult to portray this disorder.)

One thing that was sort of gotten close to correct was Oreshi referring to Bokushi as his brother.

Another important thing is people can't just switch on request. There's minimal control over who fronts.

One advice I do my best to stand by when writing Bokushi is I write him as if he were a different person. Write Bokushi the way you write Kuroko, Kagami, any of the GOM, etc.

Do not take just this as anything useful but use this as a starting point to learn about DID so we could all just do a little better. Here’s someone who has DID with a channel dedicated to educating people: They are DissociaDID and they are so freaking informative but also calming and genuinely entertaining to watch.

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC6kFD5xIFvWyLlytv5pTR1w

Let’s all try to do better.

Update: Someone in our fandom did do a comprehensive run down of Akashi’s DID: Links’s here: https://akashi-obsessed.tumblr.com/post/173473977394/an-analysis-on-akashi-seijurrou

#knb #kuroko no basuke #akashi #akashi seijuurou #knb akashi #I might do something longer and more elaborate in the future based on what I've learnt because this only touches the iceberg

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bokunobaesket · 7 years

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Can I have drabbles/scenarios of the GOM playing with their daughter please? It could be a range between playing house, tea party, or fairytale story where their daughter's the princess and the GoM member is the prince saving her from dragons. I thought it'd be really cute :3 Thanks (*^ -^*)

OF COURSEE!

Akashi:

Because he had far from a perfect childhood he tries very hard to keep a balance between work and bonding time, so when his daughter asked him to repeat Alice in the Wonderland for the third time, he sighed but relented to her command.

By the time he got to the final chapter, she yawned.

“Are you tired?” Akashi asked, setting the book aside. His daughter shuffled in the blanket and looked up at him with big eyes. He didn’t need anything else to know that the answer was no.

“I want to draw the Cheshire cat, father.” She said before excitedly jumping off the bed.

“Okay.” Akashi glanced at the clock. It was still early but he knew young children must have their rest. “Not with paint, though. It would take a while to clean up.”

“Deal.” His daughter eagerly grabbed the water colours from the table before sprawling herself on the floor. Akashi made his way towards her, his eyes shifting around the room.

The walls were lined with pictures and artwork – he wanted a reminder of every memory, every significant moment. Because he wanted his daughter to have what he never did. Love, affection, appreciation.

Akashi watched ink spill onto paper as they both individually worked on their art piece. He finished his in a short while.

“How is your art going, darling?” He asked, but earned no reply.

Confused, he tore his eyes away from his project only to see his daughter’s head on her arm and the steady rise and fall of her body.

He smiled to himself before picking her up and tucking her back in the bed.

“Goodnight, my angel. Sleep well.”

It was back to work for him now.

Akashi switched the lights off before exiting the room. Ever since he met you, everyday had felt like a blessing. Especially now that they had a daughter who he promised to give everything to.

He had everything he could have hoped for.

A family.

And he could not be happier.

Aomine:

Aomine looked down at his robes made out of old curtain and how it wrapped loosely around his pyjamas. It smelt a little odd but he had worn it for long enough for his nose to get used to the smell. Then he looked at the wooden horse next to him, rocking gently. He never fully sat on it, afraid that it was going to break from his weight.

Then finally at the little girl in front of him, with radiant eyes that sparkled as she jumped from one couch to another.

“Wait I forgot!” She stopped in her tracks and skipped towards him.

The young girl placed a paper tiara on top of her father’s head. Aomine positioned it so that it circled his head comfortably, but no matter how much he shifted it, it was made way too small for his liking.

“Now you’re a real prince!” She clapped her hands and giggled, taking her place at the top of the couch again. Then she slipped.

“I’m falling!”

Aomine’s hands were still on his paper crown, adjusting and shifting when his little girl face planted onto the floor. He choked.

“Gaaah!” He rushed over to her, picking her up.

“I’m okay!” She held her thumbs up and grinned. He let out a sigh of relief.

He wouldn’t know what to do if his daughter was seriously hurt. And he wouldn’t know how to deal with your fury.

“Again.” She declared, taking her place.

He was ready this time. He watched as she purposefully twisted her foot so that she’d fall.

Now!

“I’m falling into the- the…” She trailed off and tapped her chin as she struggled to remember the right word.

“The…” Aomine’s eyes darted around, scanning for words in his head, “The lava!”

“Yeah, the lava!”

He watched as his little girl flailed her arms around. Her eyes grew wide as she pointed at a still bolster.

“No! Watch out for the dragon, Prince Charming!”

Aomine had a bit of trouble visualizing the pale white bolster as a fire breathing dragon but he went along with it, grunting as he lurched forward, tackling his daughter onto the couch.

“Watch me slay the dragon, Princess of the… Uh… The East!” Aomine found himself shouting, grabbing a pen and stabbing the bolster repeatedly. It folded before falling off the chair it was placed on.

“Hooray!” His daughter exclaimed excitedly, jumping onto her father’s back. She too, was filled with energy and adrenaline – just like he was when he was a child. He could never just stay still.

“Hooray.” He echoed with a smile. She was his pride and joy. At first he was hesitant, but once he saw how her eyes were an eerie but beautiful reminder of yours and her hair a perfect imitation of his, there was nothing he was more sure about.

Kise:

He loved being the stay home dad because of his modelling career. Because that meant he had time to spend with his daughter. The centre of his world.

“Can I look now?” Kise opened one eye, only to earn a hard but playful slap on his head.

“No!” His daughter shrieked.

“Ow!” He complained, reaching out to rub his head only to feel her slap his hand away.

She reminded him of you, even at this young age. The adoring smile that made him so happy but also how it would disappear when things don’t go as planned.

“You’re taking longer than usual, you know.” He huffed, forcing his eyes back shut. His daughter had been playing with his hair for who knows how long – something she very much enjoyed doing.

“I’m trying something new, dad.” She said. He couldn’t see her but her voice was full of concentration.

Kise sighed, “You expect me to do the same to your hair after this?”

“Yeah, of course.” His daughter was grinning. She knew of his Generation of Miracles stories and his ‘super power’ that he was so proud of.

Then, she spun his hair around so that he was facing the mirror. He took this as a cue to open his eyes.

“This is what’s called the diamond weave.”

It never failed to amaze him how she could do such a thing with his medium length hair.

“It’s so pretty, ____-cchiii!~ I’m so proud of you!” He gushed, engulfing his daughter in a hug.

“Now you do mine dad!” She had a wide grin as she sat cross legged on the floor. “I expect it to be a bazillion times better!”

“You set way too high expectations, ____-cchi.” Kise studied his own hair in the mirror, every curve and every twist. He never wanted to disappoint his daughter.

“I only set high expectations because I believe in you.” She replied and Kise chuckled because that was something you always said to him.

“Well I’ll exceed those expectations. Every time.” He promised before starting to work on her hair.

Midorima:

“Marry me?” Midorima’s 7-year-old daughter said in a deep voice as she held a Ken doll in one hand, and a Barbie doll in another.

“Of course!” She said in a higher pitch, rocking the Barbie doll side-to-side.

Midorima watched with his eyebrows scrunched together, a confused look written all over his face.

“Now, dad!” His daughter whispered, and he snapped out of it. He picked up a toy bell the size of two fingers and sounded it. His daughter gave him a long hard look before groaning.

“Daaad! This is where you say the husband and wife part.”

“Right. Sorry, I was a little distracted.” He apologized before proceeding with the ceremony.

He cleared his throat, “Barbie, do you take Ken as your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do!”

“Ken, do you take Barbie as your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do!”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Midorima finished, but his daughter was frowning.

He immediately wondered if he did something wrong.

“I don’t want to make them kiss, it’s… yucky.” She shuddered, earning a laugh from her father. He remembered what he thought of marriage and affection when he was her age.

Unnecessary.

“What do boys and girls do after marriage, dad?”

Midorima paled. You should be the one to have the birds-and-bees talk with her. Not. Him.

Mostly because he would fumble with his words a lot and would not know how to explain everything in proper terms without sounding like an awkward mess.

And the fact that his daughter just turned 7.

“Well t-they live together, li-like your mother and I.” He stated simply, adjusting his glasses frame. He cleared his throat again.

“And…” She urged.

He gulped, before standing up hurriedly. He knew you would do a much better job in his current position.

“Well, I suppose we have to find your mother now.”

Murasakibara:

The house always smelt of cinnamon, vanilla and sugar due to Murasakibara’s love for pastries and food. One day he decided that store bought snacks weren’t cutting it anymore.

He was more than ecstatic when his daughter started to show the same passion as him. His eyes gleamed when she told him she wanted to be a pastry chef as well.

“It’s tea time!” He heard a cheery call from the other room. He headed over, carrying the sweets he had made all morning.

Sometimes they would make cream puffs and tarts together before setting them on an elegant silver afternoon tea table. Then they would both take their places facing each other, surrounded by a stuffed brown bear which she called Almond, a broccoli which she called Broccoli and last but not least, a furry unidentifiable toy named Snowball.

But today she had slept in, and it was up to him to work on the treats.

“Would you like some tea, Papa?” The little girl questioned. She had a tiara on her head and a tutu skirt.

“Ah? Yes, I do. And some scones, thanks, ____.” Murasakibara said.

She placed a scone on her dad’s plate, and then on her own. She took a bite and made a sour face.

Murasakibara’s eyes grew wide at the reaction.

“Weak vanilla flavour, I don’t like this brand of milk and you need more sugar, dad.” Her eyes were closed as she swirled the food around in her mouth.

Now normally, if anyone said that to him, his response would be

“I’ll crush you.”

But since it was his daughter, his eye only slightly twitched before he pushed himself off the chair.

“Are you challenging me to another cooking competition?” He questioned. He was sure he put exact ingredient servings.

“Bring it on!” His daughter declared, getting up on her feet too. “Race you to the kitchen!”

She made a quick dash before Murasakibara could reply. He ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled. She was a lot to handle, especially for a lazy bum like him. But he wasn’t at all troubled, not even one bit.

He tied his hair up into a ponytail, which reflected that he was getting serious before following his daughter into the kitchen. He saw how she had already gathered her ingredients into a small circle on the counter. The ingredients she had assembled told him that there would be a lot of cleaning up after this.

“Get ready to lose again, dad!” She exclaimed.

“Me? Lose?” He pointed to himself, “We’ll see.”

The score was 3-2, not in his favour.

They both didn’t like losing.

Like father, like daughter.

Kuroko:

“Number two, go, go, go!” The young girl squealed, flapping her hand everywhere to get the fur ball to move.

Kuroko’s ears perked up at the sound of his daughter’s voice echoing throughout the hallway. His lips tugged into a small smile.

Number two spotted him and wagged its tail, barking cheerily as it ran towards him. Kuroko placed his pointer on his lips, and the dog quieted down.

“Where could ____ be, Number two?” He wondered out loud.

A stifled giggle followed.

He wasn’t sure why the young girl liked this game so much. She could never stay hidden for more than 30 seconds, but sometimes he would drag the game out longer for her entertainment.

He tiptoed towards her hiding place and thought he saw something flash to his side. He took a momentary glance but saw nothing. Kuroko took a rapid final step, “Got you!”

And how confused he was when there was no one behind that corner.

“Got you.” Kuroko jumped at the voice behind him.

“I … didn’t see you there.” He stated.

“I know. I read your books.” The little girl had a smile as she held up books on magic tricks and lines of vision.

In that moment Kuroko felt nothing but pride and happiness. He had never, ever been startled by anyone – especially because he would always notice them before they noticed him.

“You didn’t get to catch me this time. Are you proud?” She was smiling from ear to ear.

Number two chimed in with a bark and a tail wag. She picked him up.

Kuroko patted his daughter’s hair, “Yes. I am. Very, very proud, in fact.”

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codename-bewareofthefangirl · 7 years

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Hi hi!! Can I ask for 14th sentence for AkaMido? Please with extra angst, happy ending and with vulnerable Akashi?

Yo, fellow fangirl! May your ships be canon. Can I request #14 sentence from the prompts for AkaMido? With extra bit of angst, happy-ish ending and vulnerable Akashi? #kthxbye

I don’t know if it’s the same fangirl or my writing triggered the same emotions in both of you, but I’m happy to comply! However, here it is. It took me a bit because I’ve always read that sentence as ironic, so I had to imagine a different angsty scenario! I hope you enjoy it!

BROKEN

Midorima couldn’t say that he was unhappy or thattheir relationship wasn’t going well. It was just…lacking. They had never had areal fight. It’s not that he wanted to argue with Akashi, but disagreementswere useful to grow, to understand how to synch with the other one. However, theystill couldn’t do it.

When Kise and Aomine fought, everyone in the cityprobably knew: one usually cried and screamed escaping away from the apartment,the other growled angrily and coldly, punching everything on his way to venthis anger. When he and Akashi fought, they had calm and collected discussions:they talked about the problem and resolved it in few days, sometimes after alittle cold war. That would have been perfect for Midorima, if Akashi had everstarted one. But he never said anything, never made a complain. Sometimes,Midorima could sense that he was unhappy or mad about something, but hewouldn’t voice his anger. He would plaster on his face that disgusting, fake,polite smile and say it was nothing. How they could grow together if he alwaysbottled everything inside of himself? It was like he was bearing theirrelationship and not enjoying it. He never relied on him for help, he neveraccepted to let himself fall or crumble. He still tried to be the perfect Emperor,someone who could do everything alone. But a relationship involved two person.

Midorima had reached his limit.

Akashi was frozen on the spot in front of him, fakesmile at his usual place. Caught by surprise by Midorima’s explosion. He wascooking dinner while talking with Midorima, when an unpleasant thought hadcrossed his mind and he knew he had showed an irritated, forced smile, but hehad thought he had been enough fast to conceal it. However, Midorimahad slammedhis hand on the table and stood up glaring angrily at him.

“For how much time we have to go on like this?” hehissed, trembling for the anger.

Akashi took an unsteady breath and tried to smileagain.

“I don’t und-” tried to ask calmly, but Midorima shuthim up with a growl.

“You don’t understand? Are we even in the samerelationship?” asked bitterly, fixing his glasses.

The redhead boy stopped, turning completely to facehim. A grip tightened around his throat and he felt like chocking, but attemptedto hide it again.

“Shintarou, if I have done something that hurt you,please allow me to apologize.” Said in a low, soft voice, clenching his fiststo hide the trembling. The disappointed look in Midorima’s eyes was digging ahole in his heart. Where did he make a mistake again?

“You haven’t done anything Seijuurou! That’s the damnproblem!” replied Midorima in a cold, menacing voice, “You never do. You alwaysseem to put up with me, like a damn charity service. I should be your boyfriendbut you never rely on me, you never complain, you never open. Are we reallytogether or I missed something along the way?” asked ironically, lifting hishands to the air.

Akashi tried to reply, but his throat was dry andpanic was filling him. Had he messed up again? Why he couldn’t do it right likeeveryone else? He had tried his best. Why it wasn’t enough?

“I don’t need a babysitter. You know, sometimes it’slike we’ve never changed from Teikou.” That words paralyzed Akashi, red eyeswide open, but Midorima continued, “You’re going on alone, distancing all thepeople you’ve around from yourself. Me, included. You’re still the selfish Emperorand I start to doubt you’re ever going to change. You seem perfectly happy withhiding everything from me and with dealing with it by yourself. Well, I’m not.I can’t bear this treatment anymore. I can’t. I’m tired.”

A heavy silence dropped in the room.

Midorima stared at Akashi, waiting for a reaction.Anything was okay. Screaming, punching, insults, blaming, threatening, swingingscissors…anything. He just had to voice his anger. Midorima wanted to know whathe had closed up in himself, he wanted to see the mask fall. He had corneredhim now, he couldn’t escape.

But Akashi has stopped working, those words sinking inhim like heavy rocks and sharp blades. Fear and self-hatred had takenpossession of him. He had messed up again, for real this time. He truly felt ashe was still at Teikou. Still not able to understand people around him, failingon and on. He could never save himself, he just dragged the people he cared aboutthe most down with him. He was the egoistic Emperor.

Tears spilled from his read eyes and he couldn’t stopthem this time, streaming down his pale cheeks. He heard the laughter of hisother-self, ringing in his ears.

Midorima opened his eyes wide, startled, and froze inhis place. He had never seen Akashi crying.

“I’m sorry…” the boy murmured, voice cracked by pain,and, before Midorima could do anything, he escaped from the kitchen. He openedthe door of the apartment and tumbled in the corridors, running down towardsthe exit. His mind had gone blank, the beating of his heart deafened him andevery inch of his body was hurting and shaking. He rushed out the building insearch of fresh air but it didn’t made him lucid like he hoped, the raindrenched him immediately. A hard, mocking slap against his lost face. The skywas crying with him, the wind was as cold as he felt inside. He ran away,desperate and without knowing where to go. He just didn’t want to hearMidorima’s voice pronouncing the words of his nightmares: “We’re done.”

Midorima remained paralyzed for a few seconds more. Infront of his eyes, he was still seeing the pained expression of Akashi, hispleading, scared eyes. The trembling lips, the clenched fists. The regrets onhis face. It was like he’d stabbed him, right in the heart.

This is not what he wanted.

He wanted to force him to open, to vent his anger.

“I broke him…” whispered, realization kicking in. Arush of nausea hit him. He didn’t want to make Akashi cry, he didn’t want tobreak him…he just wanted to know how to help him, how to support him, how tomake him happy. He wanted to be scolded and to be taught how to be by his sideproperly. He wanted Akashi to open up with him.

“Fuck!” he muttered, finally moving. A rush ofadrenaline flowing in his body. He ran out of the apartment, chasing hisboyfriend. The rain hit him hard in the face, clouding his visions but hedidn’t even bothered cleaning the glasses. He looked around, but Akashi wasn’tin sight anymore.

“He can’t be too far…” he mumbled breathlessly, hopingwith all his might to be right. A confused and shattered Akashi couldn’t bereasoning or functioning properly, so he had to be near. Trusting his instinct,he started running left.

Every step he took without seeing his red hair was aneedle stabbing his heart, every turn taken without any idea of where he wasgoing was another regret. Why he had to explode like that? Why he couldn’t dealwith it like always? Why they had to arrive at this point? What if it was thepoint of no return?

They had been two idiots, but Midorima wasn’t ready tolet got. He had already done it in the past, he didn’t want to lose Akashi’shand to his demons again.

Finally, he saw Akashi, staggering on the walkpath asif he was going to collapse soon. The gods had to have taken a likening tothem, since Midorima didn’t even know where they were. But it didn’t matter, hejust rushed towards the boy.

“Seijuurou!” he called, wet clothes glued to his bodyslowing him down.

Akashi, at the sound of his voice, jostled and triedto steady himself, running faster; luckily for Midorima, his body didn’trespond the way he wanted and the boy could catch up. He wrapped one arm aroundhis shoulders and the other around the slender waist, caging Akashi against hischest to stop him from running.

“LET ME GO!” Akashi shouted crouched, struggling andstartling Midorima, who had never heard him screaming like that; but the greenhaired boy didn’t let him go, tightening his hold.

“I’m sorry Seijuurou, I’m sorry.” He repeated in hisear to calm him down, resting his forehead on his shoulder. Akashi didn’t stopwiggling out of his grip, but Midorima was too strong in that moment and he tooweak-willed. He started sobbing though his teeth, cursing himself. What was heeven doing?

“I didn’t want to break you,” Midorima continued,hoping to reach him in time, “I didn’t want to make you desperate. I wished foryou to be angry with me, to vent your anger. You never complain aloud aboutanything, even when it’s clear you have something to say, but I can’t read yourmind. And I can’t be a better boyfriend if you don’t talk to me properly, Ican’t understand what to do to make you feel better. Please Seijuurou, stopfighting. I don’t want to lose you.” He whispered desperately, finallyloosening his hold. If he still wanted to run away, he was free.

Akashi held back his breath, the words of his guyfinally sinking in. Blinking, he did as he was asked, relaxing his limbsagainst his chest. Relief washed him over, finally understanding they were notgoing to break up, and a new stream of tears flowed out of his eyes. Or, maybeit was the heavy rain, he didn’t know anymore.

“I thought,” explained in a faint voice, “That youwanted to break up with me.”

Midorima growled.

“No, thank you.” Answered without doubts. Akashi couldfeel his heartbeat pounding against his back. Slowly, he turned to face him andgripped his drenched shirt, resting his head against him. The words escaped hislips in an angry, desperate, confused flow.

“I hate when I woke up and you’re not with me becauseyou’ve gone outside to buy the lucky item of the day. I hate that I’m always toone to take the initiative. I hate that you never say if you like my cooking ornot. I hate that you never take me to a basketball date. I hate that I’m stillbounded by the fear of losing you, of being abandoned because I’m not humanenough. I hate that I’ve not changed.” Confessed trembling, letting every,single thing had ever annoyed him roll down his tongue.

Midorima showed a faint smile, resting the chin on hishead and let him talk freely.

“Forget what I’ve said about you not changing, I wentoverboard because I was mad.” Explained softly, “And every time you feelinsecure, say it aloud. I’m never going to abandon you again. I love you toomuch.” Added with flushed cheeks, in an embarrassed whisper.

This brought, finally, a warm smile on Akashi’s lips.Those words were the balsam to his shattered soul.

“For the rest, I’m going to work on them. I promise.”Midorima continued, loosening his grip around him and pulling away to hold hishand, delicately interlacing their fingers.

“I’ve more.” Akashi warned him with a tentative,amused smirk and Midorima rolled his eyes, fixing his glasses; then he startedwalking and pulled him by his side.

“I guessed. We’ve all the time we want when we’rehome. And dried and warmed, if possible.” Reassured him, finally feeling thelong awaited calm and relief filling him, “W-we can take a bath together i-ifyou want…” offered blushing heavily, but trying to “take the initiative” tomake him happy.

Akashi let out a soft chuckling, beginning to findabsurd all the motives due to which he had always restrained himself withMidorima.

“I’d love too.” Answered genuinely giddy.

“T-that’s good.”

“Shintarou?” from his voice, Midorima could alreadytell that he was smiling wide.

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

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