KnB (Akashi x Reader): The Queen’s Gambit - Part 5
A month and a half after the spectacular first date, the Rakuzan basketball team was still congratulating themselves on their matchmaking ability. Hayama liked to point out vocally and often that he was the one who’d initiated the whole thing, but Mibuchi insisted it was really his influence that sealed the deal. Nebuya didn’t care much either way, and was just glad the captain was no longer irritable.
It was quite the opposite, in fact. Akashi hadn’t really softened up since you started dating – the training regime was still unforgiving, the Interhigh was coming up – but he was less inclined to crack down on perceived errors and deficiencies. He would overlook it if someone collapsed and didn’t make it to the 100th push-up, or if someone wanted to leave a couple of minutes earlier on the last day of the week. Everyone was immensely glad for your presence, the rookies most of all. It didn’t hurt that you and your mother liked to bake every once in a while, and made enough to feed conquering armies. They had seen even the normally implacable Akashi flinch at the sound of Momoi’s culinary skills, so there was much to be thankful for.
Suffice it to say, the team was more invested in your relationship than both the people involved. So when you two eventually had a falling out, they scrambled to repair the rift, because they needed you more than Akashi did.
It all started when he asked you to the party. No, it was before that, when the truth came out.
It was one of those rare afternoons when both you and Akashi were simultaneously free to have lunch together. Your schedule was usually nowhere near as busy as his, but both the kendo and basketball tournaments were soon, so you often had to spend your free time on organization. Normally, if you didn’t have club practice, you’d wander over to watch Akashi and the team train, doing your homework on the bench and chatting cheerfully to whoever was taking a break (usually Hayama, until Akashi came over, eyes glinting), but recently you hadn’t even had time to do that.
That day, however, by some twist of fate, the both of you were leaning on a banister, out on the school roof, luxuriating in a moment of peace.
“It feels like it’s been too long since we’ve seen each other, Seijuro.” You tipped your head back, soaking in the sunlight.
“We saw each other this morning, ____.” He sounded vaguely amused.
You gave him a sideways look. “You know what I mean. We haven’t spent even a full ten minutes in each other’s company since our last date two weeks ago.”
You’d been on two dates since the Very Interesting Sunday (as you liked to think of it), once on a relaxed outing where the both of you wandered around a museum and watched a movie afterwards, and another where you’d spent a few hours letting Akashi teach you the basics of basketball. While there was no way you actually had a hope of beating him in a game, you still managed to confuse him by being unpredictable. He had been especially intrigued to find that ankle-breaks didn’t work on you – a side effect of not having a brain wired to basketball and of kendo training, which was designed to keep you stable on uneven terrain. That had been memorable, but also ages ago.
“I apologize, I have been busy both here and at home. It’s an especially hectic time of year…”
“I don’t blame you, I know you have a lot on your plate. I should be a bit freer now though, so I could come over to yours if you’re working at home and keep you company.”
He frowned slightly. “That wouldn’t work, I have to be at the company and tutorials on weekends…Unless you wanted to spend the night?” This last suggestion was accompanied by a suggestive smirk.
You felt yourself flush a little, not out of embarrassment, but at how quickly your mind ran with the idea.
Seijuro in a towel, caging me in on a bed, looking at me with those eyes…Stop this train of thought before you maul him on the roof.
You straightened, not looking anywhere near him. He was probably enjoying himself plenty, since he had telepathy down to an art.
“I’d love to, but I wouldn’t risk it. Your fan club is hard enough on me already. If it got out that I had agreed to a sleep-over, they’d probably lock me up somewhere for three days to teach me propriety.”
Akashi wondered if he should have been worried. Maybe he needed to interfere. He was largely confident in your ability to handle most situations, but teenage girls could be a vicious species when they put their minds to it.
“Have they been…cruel to you?”
You waved a hand in dismissal. “No, nothing like that. At first, a couple of the sillier ones tried the whole tacks-in-my-shoes thing and cornered me after school, typically dramatic. It didn’t work both times. The first time because they were watching from around the corner of the lockers when I opened mine, to see my reaction I guess. When I saw what they’d done, I just walked over and emptied all the tacks onto their feet. The second time because I was on my way to club, so even if there were three of them, they weren’t brave enough to take me on with a shinai in my hand.”
He was impressed by your nonchalance and how uninspired the bullies were. “Pins in your shoes, really?”
“I know, it came straight out of a manga, I’m sure. After that, the slightly smarter ones tried to discredit me through gossip, but that didn’t go well either.”
This was more worrying. How determined were these girls? “The females of our school can be very…persistent, I see.”
You shook your head. “It wasn’t just them. There are some senior boys who don’t like you, to put it mildly. A first-year that stayed student council president and basketball captain? There’s a lot of resentment from wounded egos.”
The situation had gone into downright alarming territory. He’d known about the seniors, of course, and suspected that the other members of the team tried to keep him insulated from the effects. It hadn’t mattered till then, because there was nothing they could do to damage him. But now…
He grabbed your wrist, eyes sparking. “What. Did. They. Do?”
You raised your free to his face, and gently brushed his jaw with your thumb.
“This is why I didn’t want to tell you, because I had a feeling you’d get worked up. Honestly, I wouldn’t have even known myself, if Reina hadn’t told me.”
His eyes only narrowed further, and his grip on your arm tightened. You sighed and continued reluctantly.
“They, and some girls, made some…interesting insinuations. About our relationship.”
“About what, exactly?”
“Something to do with my abilities in bed and how I seduced you. I’m not entirely sure.”
His face had gone completely expressionless, and his voice cold. You were a bit sorry for the gossipers, but you’d tried. It was bound to get out eventually.
“And you never heard this directly from them?”
You really didn’t want to tell him, but he’d know if you lied. “Just once, when I was leaving chemistry. Some third-year blocked the way and made a comment. That’s when I realized a smear campaign was going on. Reina and Takanashi-kun had been shielding me from the worst of it.”
His hand was going to leave bruises on your skin now. You tugged a little to see if you could get free, but to no avail.
“Seijuro, please, calm down. This starting to hurt a little.”
He let go of your wrist and chose to wall you in instead, trapping you against the balcony rail, forcing you to look at his face. It looked remarkably like the grim reaper before he delivered the news of impending doom. You bit your lip.
“____,” he said in a soft voice, “I know you won’t tell me his name, but that won’t stop me. If you want to leave anytime soon, you’re going to have to at least tell me what he said.”
You gazed at his icily calm face for a few more seconds, and gave in. He meant everything he said, and you had already come this far. You were never fond of lying anyway. You took a deep breath.
“I don’t know his name, truthfully. He…he said that I should go down on him the way I did for you, since I was obviously so good at it.”
When you finished, you couldn’t look at Akashi’s face any more, the aura was positively bone-chilling. How had you even ended up here? Trust your one moment of time together to go awry. You silently cursed whatever slip of tongue had landed you in this conversational mire.
For his part, Akashi hadn’t felt this kind of rage since his match at Teiko against Murasakibara. Several conflicting emotions had hit him hard. Guilt, at not paying enough attention to you. Fury, at having not known about the bullying. And most of all fear, that it would all take its toll on you, and you’d give up on him.
I cannot have her leave me. If she does, it will be like that time all over again, and that is unthinkable. No, what I need to do is make sure this scum cannot ever lift his head again. And anyone else that so much blinks at her the wrong way.
“No one is allowed to speak to you that way. This will end now.” This was said with an air of finality. A world of regret awaited some people.
“Sei,” you said, frustrated that you couldn’t get through to him, “it doesn’t matter what they say. You know that. I don’t put stock in the opinions of people with nothing better to do, and everyone that matters knows the truth. It’s not worthwhile.”
It was what you had thought that day as well. When you heard the sleazy senior speak, you had raised an eyebrow at his complete lack of self-preservation. You had commented on how an obviously untrue statement could only come from someone who self-esteem issues arising from his own size. The senior had gritted his teeth as you walked off to meet Reina. And you had wondered if telling Akashi about this would be worse than not telling him. You had your answer now.
“Besides,” you continued in attempt to distract him from what were obviously plans that involved decapitation, “the fan club has given up on the drama and decided to mould me into the ideal girlfriend instead.”
This got his attention. “How so?”
“They’ve been giving me lectures on how to treat Akashi-sama. What I should wear. How I should conduct myself. What food I should put into bentos I make for you and – I quote the president here – ‘never wakame, because everyone knows Akashi-sama dislikes it.’ It was very illuminating sometimes, but almost worse than the tacks in my shoes.”
Akashi found this slightly frightening. There was a president for his fan club? And why were they so well informed?
“I hope you told them that it was pointless. I like you as you are. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here with you.”
Your heart swelled at this matter-of-fact statement.
Please, make it harder to love you. My body can’t take so much.
You gave him a bright smile. “I know, and so does everyone with a brain. That’s why the rumors didn’t fly. Because the great Akashi Seijuro would never be seduced into dating anyone.”
That last sentence was a misstep, because his face darkened again. You mentally berated yourself, but he didn’t look as angry as before. His eyes shuttered for a moment, and then he looked up again. Maybe he had decided to leave it alone after all.
“Well,” he said, stepping away from you after brushing his lips over your forehead, “we should get going. You have classes to attend, and I…have plans to make.”
You glanced warily at his face as you walked down the stairs. It was serene and his pleasant demeanour was back.
Oh boy, he’s even angrier than before. Apparently I made it worse. Can’t say I didn’t try, senpais. Nothing for it then, but to wait out the storm.
For their sakes, you hoped the seniors braced themselves.
The next day, you were searching for your favourite pencil, rummaging around in your desk, when Naota slid the classroom door open.
“____-san,” he called out, “the kaichou is looking for you. He said he’d meet you down the hallway.”
The whole class hushed in anticipation. Everyone knew Rakuzan’s student president and you were a couple, but no one had actually seen it in action. You noticed this, and gave an internal sigh.
A public declaration? Oh, Sei, what now? Please don’t scare everyone into hiding…
“Thanks, Takanashi-kun, I’m going.”
You stepped out of the classroom and walked down to class 2-3 where Akashi was supposed to be, but he hadn’t arrived yet. A crowd was milling around, partly since it was the end of class time, and partly because of speculative whispers. Footsteps from around the corner had you turning to the sound, expecting Akashi. Instead, the greasy senior from the unpleasant incident before ambled forward, followed by two equally unsavoury sidekicks.
From somewhere came a hissed exclamation: “It’s Sawamura-senpai! What’s he doing here?”
Your eyes narrowed as you took in the scene.
This looks very, very convenient. I don’t think I want to know what he’s up to. And just where is the conductor of this orchestra anyway?
Meanwhile, Sawamura stopped in front of you with a leering grin. His pals looked pleased with themselves. Obviously they had no idea of the shark-infested waters they were in.
“Hora, look, it’s the oiran girl. You still acting high-and-mighty ‘cause that Akashi bastard likes the way you look? That must be some fine ass you have then.”
The crowd stilled in shocked silence. You pursed your lips, pained by the whole thing.
Oiran girl? OIRAN GIRL? That’s what he came up with? Just how stupid is this guy?
“What, that smart-ass mouth of yours got nothing to say? Or is it too busy with other things?”
The sleaze’s cronies snickered on cue. Some of your classmates took a step forward, enraged. You shook your head at them and looked back at Sawamura. You took a step back and smiled slowly.
“Just one thing, senpai. That Akashi bastard? He’s right behind you.”
Sawamura and co whirled around to find that a dragon had descended from on high. The dragon was not pleased.
“Sawamura, was it? What business do you have with _____?”
This question was obviously for show, because (a) Akashi knew very well why he was there, having manipulated him to this point, and (b) Sawamura was gaping like a fish, caught in the hypnotic terror of Emperor Eye.
“I-err- “
Akashi, dressed in his jersey and carrying a basketball, strode forward. Behind him, Mibuchi and Hayama were similarly dressed, expressions hard. The third-year, who had lost all his bluster now, scrambled back to escape, but was cut short by the wall of muscle called Nebuya. The cronies tried to slink back into the crowd and disappear, but were also stopped by Naota and Taiyou, who looked positively gleeful. You leaned back against the wall to watch the fireworks happen.
Seijuro was speaking again, dribbling the ball slowly. “Did I hear that right? Did you just have the temerity to insult my girlfriend?”
Sawamura babbled some incoherent noises. The thump of the ball against the floor grew louder, harder.
“Because if you did, that would simply be unforgivable.”
The idiot decided to seal his fate. “I-it’s not like I really want that bitch, dammit!”
There was a blur of movement as Akashi moved up against Sawamura, executing a perfect cross-over. The ash-haired boy stumbled and fell on to the floor in a painful thud. There was a crunch and a yelp of pain as Akashi stepped on Sawamura’s hand, exerting excruciating pressure. You waited, face impassive.
A red head bent down slightly to survey the whimpering third-year. Akashi’s voice was low and weighted with contempt.
“No one who opposes me is allowed to look down on her. Know your place, insect.”
Sawamura’s breath came out in gasps. “Who do you think you are, you little- Do you know who my father-“
That quietly chilling voice cut him off. “Your father is not my concern. Though I wonder what he’ll say when he finds out his only son was the reason the Akashi corporation withdrew a merger worth millions?”
The senior’s face had gone completely pale. You winced a little, because this was Akashi, and he wasn’t done yet, not by a long shot.
Your terrifying, glorious, singular boyfriend pushed his foot down harder. There was a crack, followed by a howl of pain. Everyone else flinched, though they secretly thought it was well-deserved.
“Never show your face in here again. This time, you get off lightly. Next time…well, I know where you live, Reiji.”
Sawamura, whose hand had finally been released, staggered upright in fear. Just as he was about to say something, face twisted in anger, a third crony ran up.
“OYE REI! Get out of here!”
Everyone turned to look at this interruption, except Akashi. You were watching his face instead of the proceedings, so you weren’t surprised at what happened next.
Sawamura stared wide-eyed at the other third-year, who was panting.
“You better get out of here quick, Reiji. The principal just found what was in your bag, and he’s threatening to call the police!”
“W-what? There’s nothing in my bag!”
“There is now! Are you telling me you didn’t know you had the papers for the exams next month?”
“I never-“
“My, my,” drawled Mibuchi. “That would explain the broken-in safe the teachers were talking about.”
You were shaking your head now.
This might be overkill, Sei. Couldn’t you have left cigarettes in his bag instead?
Akashi smoothly inserted his own opinion. “I would take your friend’s advice if I were you. Leave before I decide that the teachers need to investigate you some more.”
The grey-haired boy staggered back, shaking. He caught sight of you out of the corner of his eye and pivoted toward you in rage.
“This is all your fault, you-“
Whatever he had been about to say got cut off as Akashi pulled him back with one fist, expression now one of unbridled fury. Unfortunately, this threw off the trajectory of Sawamura’s punch, which had been intended for you. You had already started moving to avoid it, but the sudden change in course caught you by surprise and so did Sawamura’s spiky ring, which cut sharply across your cheek.
“Oh dear.” You touched your stinging cheek and it came away stained red.
Akashi took one look at your surprised face and dropped Sawamura face down on to the ground. Before he hit the floor, Akashi’s kick caught him straight in the face with a resounding crack. The third-year yelled and reeled backwards, clutching his bloody nose. Once they got over their shock, Hayama and Nebuya restrained Akashi. Mibuchi looked disdainfully at the third minion, telling him to pick up Sawamura and disappear before the principal found them, which he promptly did. You decided enough was enough and moved in front of Akashi, blocking his view.
“Sei,” you said, touching his cheek, “look at me. It’s alright now. He’s gone.”
He said nothing, jaw clenched tightly and eyes glittering. At your signal, Hayama and Nebuya reluctantly moved away. Reo just watched with a slightly mournful expression. You slid your arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug. The petrified audience practically applauded when Akashi finally hugged you back, arms cinching around your waist. At that point, all of Year 2 would have hugged him if it meant the tension would go away.
“Come,” he said after a while, “we need to get you to the infirmary and treat that cut.”
You nodded in agreement and picked up your bag to follow. It would probably be best to agree with everything he said for a while. Hayama gave you a toothy yet reassuring smile when you murmured your thanks to the basketball team. Akashi locked your wrist in his hand and dragged you off at a punishing pace, not slowing down until you reached the nurse’s office.
Once in the room, he gave an imperious order to sit down on a bed and deftly started cleaning the cut. You bit down on your lip at the sudden sting of the antiseptic. His eyes met yours, and he rubbed a thumb over your skin in apology. You put your hand over his, stilling his movements.
“Seijuro, I’m fine. I really am. It’s just a small cut. So let’s just take a moment, okay?”
Perhaps it was the fact that his blood was still pounding from the rage he’d felt when Sawamura had stepped closer to you, much closer than necessary. Perhaps it was the way his heart had dropped when the blood welled over your skin, and he’d realized you were fragile. Breakable. You could easily be here one day and gone the next.
I need to keep her safe. I can’t lose her. She’s mine.
Either way, he wasn’t exactly calm, which was why he did something he wouldn’t normally do.
“___.”
“Yes?”
“I need to touch you. Everywhere. Now.”
You hardly had any time to process the declaration before you were pushed back onto the bed and your arms locked above your head. In a smooth movement, Akashi pulled off your tie with one hand and looped it around your wrists, trapping you there. You blushed and your eyes widened, startled.
“Sei, this is not- Mmph!”
Your words got cut off as he brought his mouth down in a bruising kiss. You could do nothing but feel as he trailed fingers everywhere: down your neck, up the curve of your knee, across your collarbone. It burned everywhere he touched and you felt breathless, dizzy. He tugged down the collar of your shirt to kiss your shoulder, then your neck. You tipped your head back, overwhelmed.
Then his fingers came up under your shirt, tracing your side, and you came back to reality.
“Akashi Seijuro, stop! We can’t do this here!”
He froze abruptly, surprised. He blinked twice, trying to remember what he was doing. Then he looked down at you, taking in the sight of your hair in disarray, shirt unbuttoned and skin flushed. It was unreasonably tempting, and he realized what he’d almost done.
“Ah…what did I…”
You pulled yourself up to a sitting position as he sat back. He was doing the Akashi equivalent of dazed, which meant he had an unreadable expression. You huffed in laughter.
“That was certainly unexpected. I’m flattered that you think of me that way, but maybe the infirmary isn’t the best place to do this?”
Your gentle teasing seemed to bring him back to his senses. He lowered his eyes, mouth a hard line.
“I apologize. You were hurt, and I made you uncomfortable. You did not deserve that kind of treatment from me.”
How was I any better than Sawamura just now? Caging her in like that…I’ll be lucky if she ever looks at me the same way again.
You cocked your head to the side, amused. “What exactly was ‘that kind of treatment’? The kind where you defended me from a horrible person who insulted me? The kind where you care for me and patch me up? Or the kind where you kiss me senseless and make me feel like the luckiest girl alive?”
He looked at you, surprised again. You sighed in exasperation at his denseness and continued.
“Besides, if I have any complaints, it’s that I couldn’t touch you in return. That was extremely frustrating. Some day you can tie me up again, but not now. So could you undo this knot, please?”
There was a rush of heat at your words. You held your hands out to him. He gave a reluctant smile at your general audacity and pulled the tie loose.
“You shouldn’t make statements like that, you know,” he murmured. “I might take it seriously.”
You turned slightly pink, but stayed firm. “I hope you do.”
He gave your hair warning tug as he re-braided it, but smiled nonetheless. You pulled your clothes back into place and quickly knotted the tie. Akashi pulled something out of his bag as you finished.
“I meant to give this to you earlier, but the commotion distracted me. Here.”
You took the wooden box from him, glancing at his face curiously. He merely gave an inscrutable smile. You clicked the latch open.
Your breath caught in your chest. “It’s beautiful.”
The hair ornament was intricate, a masterpiece of craftsmanship. The long silver pins were topped by a delicate dragonfly in flight, surrounded by lustrous enamelled flowers. It looked like something a princess would own.
You looked up in wonder. “Are you really giving this to me?”
“I had it made for you, so yes. It’s yours. It was high time I gave you a present, and I’m quite fond of your hair, so a kanzashi seemed appropriate.”
No one had ever given you something this beautiful, and definitely not especially made for you. Your chest tightened with emotion.
“Then thank you very much, Sei. I’ll cherish it. I feel bad though, I don’t have anything to give you. Not something this wonderful, anyway.”
When you looked genuinely distraught, Akashi had to stifle a laugh.
Silly girl. You’ve already given me the most important thing. And I’ll cherish it too.
“Well, there is one way you could repay me for it. You made a promise, remember?”
“Of course. If it’s within my ability, I’ll do it. What can I do?”
“The Akashi manor will be hosting its annual summer party in a week. It’s a large event, with dignitaries and business magnates attending. In summary, it’s a venue for people in similar circles to meet, negotiate and build lasting partnerships. It’s part of the reason I’ve been so busy recently.”
You were thoughtful. This seemed to be heading down a dangerous direction. “I see.”
“This time, some corporations have taken an interest in sponsoring high school basketball tournaments, given the popularity of the Winter Cup. Rakuzan’s basketball team has been invited. That being the case, I’d like you to attend as well.”
I knew it. He wants to me to attend a party with high-profile guests and meet his family. There is no way this would go down well.
“I’m honoured, but is this a good idea? I have no practice dealing with such important people, and I don’t want to risk making a mistake that makes you look bad. And most importantly, from what little I know of him, I don’t know if your father will be pleased with this idea. With me.”
That was the spanner in the works. Akashi Masaomi, from what you’d deduced using snippets of information, was a traditional, high-expectation patriarch who most likely wouldn’t take kindly to a random teenage girl fumbling her way through important business deals. You weren’t going to blame him if Seijuro never wanted you and his father to meet.
Akashi Junior seemed to have none of your doubts. “I doubt it, you conduct yourself well already. And we’d be more at risk of Hayama or Nebuya causing a feud than you. I won’t force you, but I’d much prefer having your company for the duration of the party.”
When he put it like that…”You know I could never refuse you, Seijuro. I’ll join you. Thank you for inviting me.”
You were rewarded with one those rare, genuinely happy smiles that reminded you of the sun coming out from behind clouds. “I shall look forward to it then.”
“Is there a dress code I should know about?”
“It is a formal black-tie event. The ladies can get quite creative with their dresses, but I’d like it if you didn’t wear anything too revealing. We wouldn’t want anyone to get any ideas.”
You rolled your eyes. “In a room full of rich, beautiful, older women, I doubt there’s anything I could wear that would make anyone even care I existed.”
“You underestimate your own appeal. That’s probably for the best though. You should wear the kanzashi.”
“I will. Though the idea of figuring out what to wear is already giving me a headache. Shouldn’t you be getting to practice around now? I’ve held you up long enough.”
“The same goes for you. Be careful not to over-exert yourself. Wait for me after you’re done. I will walk you home.”
He’s in overprotective mode. I should probably resign myself to this for a while.
“I’ll see you later, Sei.”
One week later, at the much-dreaded party, you stepped into the foyer of the Akashi manor. A stern looking woman in her late forties glided forward, wearing a dark kimono.
“____-san. Greetings, and welcome to the Akashi family home. Let me take your umbrella and shawl.”
“Thank you, Mitsue-san. It’s nice to see you again. I apologise for getting water all over your clean floor.” You exchanged conspiratorial smiles with the housekeeper. Though she projected an aura of strictness to keep the staff in line, she had a soft spot for Akashi. The first time you’d met her, you’d liked her instantly. And she seemed to like you as well.
“It is no trouble at all. Though I must say, this downpour is a bit unsettling. If you’ll follow me, the young master is in the ballroom.”
You took a moment to steel your nerves and followed Junko-san to where the party was underway. A peek through door revealed a truly intimidating sight: a gathering of Kyoto’s socialites, sipping champagne and chatting. Jewels sparkled under the lamplight, and light glanced off expensive watches as conversation became animated. There was an air of camaraderie, but also the tension of friendly competition. You hesitated, not really wanting to enter this arena. Mitsue gave you a reassuring nod and left. With one last deep breath, you entered.
Meanwhile, Akashi was trying to handle the boisterous personalities that were Hayama and Nebuya. Mibuchi’s gleeful enjoyment of his predicament was not helping. It had been a long day, and he didn’t need the added stress of wondering what his team would do next.
“OOOH, AKASHI, THERE’S SO MUCH FOOD.” The Thunder Beast was hopping from foot to foot in excitement.
“Thank you for pointing out the obvious, Kotarou.” His reply was dry.
“Say, Akashi, how long do we have to wait to meet these old guys? I’d rather be catching up on Slam Dunk right now.” Nebuya’s voice was a low rumble over the hum of conversation.
“Not much longer. My father is making the rounds and will be over with them shortly. And I’d prefer it if you didn’t call them old men, at least to their faces.”
Mibuchi took a moment to stop admiring his reflection in his phone and ask a question. “Sei-chan, did you say ____-chan was coming to the party? I admit, it would be a dull party with just these thick-headed fools. A young lady would add some much needed beauty to the atmosphere.”
Before Akashi could answer and Hayama could get offended, a happy shriek split the air. Some people almost dropped their glasses in surprise.
“AKASHICCHIIIIIIIII!” Kise bounced over, looking dapper in a black suit, hair half slicked back.
“Kise. I was wonder when I’d run into you.” Akashi’s greeting was fondly exasperated.
“Were we talking about Yuricchi? Is she here?” Kise was visibly excited at the prospect.
Hayama was confused. “Who’s Yuri? And why are you even here, Kaijo’s ace?”
Kise gave everyone a blinding grin. “It’s a long story, but Yuricchi is what everyone in Tokyo calls Akashicchi’s girlfriend! As for me- Oh, there she is! Yuricchi, over here!”
Everyone turned to look in the direction Kise was flapping his hand at. You stepped around a waiter and everyone except Kise sucked in a breath at the sight. Akashi stopped breathing entirely for a few seconds.
I should have been more specific when I said no revealing clothes. Trust ___ to follow the letter of the law rather than the spirit of it.
You were dressed in a red qipao, the silk a dark ruby that revealed subtle floral patterns under the light. The dress fell to your ankles, hugging your figure till your hips. From there, the skirt was straight with thigh-high splits, showing a flash of leg when you moved. Dangerously thin heels complemented the feminine allure of the outfit. Your hair was done half up half down in a complex interplay of waves, the pin from Akashi glinting against the dark hue. Finishing it all off was your make-up, which was very light except for the smoky cat’s eye effect around your eyes. Several people were blushing by the time you reached them.
You stopped just short of the group. “Seijuro, sorry I kept you waiting, the rain made it a little difficult to get here. Mibuchi-senpai, Hayama-senpai, Nebuya-senpai, it’s nice to see you again. Kise-san, what a wonderful surprise, I didn’t expect to see you here. Are you visiting Kyoto for a match?”
Hayama and Nebuya were staring at you wide-eyed. Mibuchi was smiling slyly, cheered by the aesthetic improvement. Kise just seemed as happy as ever. And Akashi, well, he was calculating the fastest way to get rid of this lot before things got out of hand.
Kise piped up again and made things worse. “I was just saying to Mibuchi-san that Akashicchi’s dad owns the company I sometimes model for. And those sponsor people wanted to meet me too, so here I am. But enough about me, you look so nice, Yuricchi! Do a twirl!”
“A twirl? Like this?” You hesitantly turned around, unsure of Kise’s intentions. When you did, Akashi’s face hardened and Hayama went completely red.
Forget letter of the law, she had no intention of listening to me at all. How difficult does she want to make this evening? Just look at that dress…
The dress was backless, cutting off near your shoulder blades and picking up again at the middle of your back. While nowhere near as daring as some other gowns on display, the contrast of blood-red silk and smooth skin was enough to wreak havoc. Akashi was almost of a mind to lock you in a room till the party ended, for public safety. He came back to the present just in time to hear you speaking to that infernal Kise again.
“Everyone looks really dashing in their suits. Hayama-senpai and Nebuya-senpai, those colours suit you well. And Mibuchi-senpai, stylish as always. I’m sure many girls at school would dearly love to see you dressed up.”
Mibuchi tossed his head proudly. “If it weren’t for me, these idiots would have turned up in their uniforms. Imagine, Eikichi didn’t even own a suit until I forced him to get one! The horror, I tell you.”
Kise had the face of a kicked puppy. “Yuricchi, how mean! I’m standing right here!”
“Ah, sorry Kise-san. Of course you look handsome. As expected from a popular model.”
Every word was sending Akashi further into a well of darkness. He hooked an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side.
“Hmm, darling, aren’t you neglecting someone? Or have you forgotten who you’re dating?”
You surveyed Akashi through your lashes. In his three-piece suit, he looked every inch the corporate heir, radiating power and confidence. The cut did wonderful things for the breadth of his shoulders, and the grey waistcoat hugging his chest was begging for you to unbutton it. It was a crime against womankind, the way he looked.
You tilted your head to whisper in his ear. “Let’s just say if you wanted to use your tie for creative purposes, I wouldn’t object. At all.”
His eyes darkened and his grip on your waist tightened. You touched your head to his shoulder and smiled, much to the envy of spectators. Since it was a happy moment all around, it was inevitably ruined in spectacular fashion.
“Seijuro.” A coldly imperious voice came from behind you. “I assume this is the basketball team?”
You turned to find the imposing figure of Akashi Masaomi looming over you, flanked by several equally important looking men. Unlike his son, Akashi Senior had dark hair, and his face was etched with the lines of his years. When he stiffened ever so slightly, you slid Seijuro a sideways glance.
There is so much palpable tension in the air. I’d love to be like Kuroko-san and disappear right now, but Sei’s grip is too strong.
“Father,” he said in a formal, correct voice, “allow me to introduce you to my basketball team.”
You missed the warmth of his hand as he moved away, making introductions, but settled for waiting in dread for the inevitable moment. Finally, Akashi Senior turned the weight of his gaze on you.
“And who is this young lady?”
“This is ___-san, Father. She’s the kendo captain in Rakuzan. ____ and I are…together now.”
You bowed deeply, moving gracefully. “Thank you for having me here today, Akashi-san. It is an honour to meet you.”
Masaomi’s eyes were narrowed when he looked at you. The younger Akashi slid a comforting hand over your back and you shifted into his touch. Behind you, the other adults were interacting with the team, though Kise and Mibuchi were monitoring the interaction out of the corner of their eyes.
Masaomi spoke again. “You must be a very different kind of girl then. So far all the other daughters of clients he’s had marriage meetings with have failed to keep my son’s interest.”
Akashi went rigid by your side, but you just inclined your head.
“That is a high compliment indeed, Akashi-san,” you said demurely, “since all these people you mentioned must surely have been very fine and accomplished young women. I am overwhelmed by Seijuro-kun’s regard.”
From somewhere behind you came a choked laugh, but everyone studiously ignored it.
“Hmm. We shall see how you fare. Seijuro, remember that who you fraternize with reflects on us. It’s one thing to carry on with the basketball team, but another to have a girl of questionable background around you. Do not disappoint me again.”
Looking at this confrontation brewing, you decided to interrupt. “I am sure you can trust Seijuro-kun’s judgement, Akashi-san. He is your son and the Akashi heir after all. One would expect nothing less than complete decisiveness.”
“At least you are not completely without sense. Seijuro, I will see you later.” With one last warning look at you, the Akashi head strode away. You let out a sigh of relief and turned to the son.
“I’m sorry, I don’t think I endeared myself to your father. I was less polite than I would have liked.”
Akashi gave a slight shake of his head and interlaced his fingers with yours. “You did remarkably well, given the circumstances. My father is not an easy man to please.”
“I can imagine. Are you sure it’s alright to be standing here like this? I don’t want to keep you from your duties.”
When he replied, it sounded world weary. “I will have to shortly, but first there’s someone I’d like you to meet.”
Intrigued, you took his proffered arm and let him guide to a table. A striking older woman stood in front of it, laughing at something her companion said.
“Sayaka obaa-san, good evening. I hope you are well. Are you enjoying the party?”
This is Sei’s aunt? She looks nothing like his father though.
“Ah, it’s my favourite and only nephew! You should know better than to spout platitudes by now, as if I care for those stuffy rules.”
Oh wow, I think we’ve found the Akashi equivalent of a unicorn.
“And you should know old habits die hard, obaa-san. Besides, there’s someone I want you to meet.”
She turned fully, taking you in. Her eyes widened speculatively when she saw your hair-pin.
“Sayaka obaa-san, this ___-san, my girlfriend. ____, this is Akashi Sayaka-san, my father’s sister.”
“Pleased to meet you, Akashi-san.” You bowed again and smiled at her.
“Why, Sei-kun, you never told me you had such a cute girlfriend! Good for you, you finally loosened up. And dear, call me Sayaka, please.”
I definitely like her.
“Then please call me ____, Sayaka-san. Do you work in the Akashi corporation as well?”
“Good lord no, imagine sitting in those stuffy board meetings, listening to someone drone on for hours about numbers. Positively dreadful. No dear, I work with figures of a different kind – I’m a fashion designer. But tell me first, are you a cat or a dog person?”
Unable to keep up with the abrupt change in topic, you said the first thing that came to your mind.
“Both? I like most fluffy animals.”
“Splendid! Never choose one when you can have the best of both worlds. Sei, I like this one. You should keep her.”
“I intend to, if we don’t scare her off first,” he replied dryly. You blushed a little at this.
“Sadly, I concur. Masa-kun can be overbearing. He gets it from our father, I think. Speaking of which, you should at least pretend to talk to some of those people. I’ll keep your young lady company.”
“Then if you’ll excuse me. Give my regards to uncle.” With a last brush of his thumb over your cheek, he disappeared into the crowd. You watched him go, heart twisting a little.
When you turned back, his aunt was considering you thoughtfully. She smiled suddenly and spoke again.
“My dear, I’ve been dying to ask. Wherever did you get that dress? My professional curiosity is killing me.”
“Ah, one my juniors, Shinohara-san, has an older brother who’s a stylist. He fitted the dress for me.”
Like that, you chatted easily with the older woman until it was time for dinner. She had a long and colourful history which included an elopement and several other activities which were all designed to induce a cardiac arrest in the Akashi family. It was a fascinating, if surreal, experience. At dinner, you were seated between Kise and Hayama, who collectively had enough sunshine in them to power a city, so that went peacefully as well. It was after dinner that things went awry.
You were preparing to leave after dinner, secretly relieved at the thought of being free of your shoes. Your ankles were already protesting when you spotted a low sofa next to a door and sank down on to it gratefully. Just when you were thinking to yourself that you should find Akashi and bid him good night, you heard his voice carry through the door.
“Father, I am not going through this again. I won’t leave ___, no matter what you say. It shouldn’t matter to you so long as it doesn’t affect my performance in any way.”
“But it already has, Seijuro.” The anger in Masaomi’s words made you flinch. “I just heard about your little stunt at school with Sawamura’s son. If anyone had found out, you would have jeopardised a lifelong partnership, and for what? Some girl? This one is already skewing your judgment.”
“__ had nothing to do with it. If anything, she tried to stop me. You know as well as I do that the Sawamura shares have been declining steadily for the past few years. There’s nothing to be gained by letting him defy me. And if his character is anything to go by, the son will not improve the situation. Also, in my place, would you have stood for Mother being insulted in public?”
Seijuro’s tone was biting. Akashi Senior didn’t let up on his rage, however.
“Do not bring your mother into this. Don’t think I didn’t notice that kanzashi she was wearing. Dragonflies and peonies, the Akashi family’s crest. Similar to the one Shiori had. You were all but announcing your betrothal to that girl.”
Your hands flew up to your mouth in shock. What was all this?
“And what if I did? We would be lucky to have her marry into the family. None of the girls I met before had half as much sense.”
You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at this statement.
Oh, Seijuro. I never meant to come between you and your father.
“I didn’t bring you up for these past 16 years so that you could throw away the Akashi lineage when you felt like it. I’m issuing a final warning: stop your association with that girl or I cut off your club activities for good.”
Your heart plummeted.
No. NO. You can’t make him pick, that’s too cruel. Basketball is the only thing he wants for himself. The only link to his mother. Please. Don’t do this. Don’t make me pick.
From the other side of the door, silence reigned. “Now, Seijuro. I don’t have time.”
You didn’t stay to hear his reply. Either one would be unbearable. You fled out the front door, brushing past a concerned Kise and Reo, wanting to be somewhere, anywhere but here.
Hayama stretched his arms above his head, working out the stiffness in his neck. Beside him, Nebuya had pulled off his bow-tie and jacket, similarly rolling out a shoulder.
“Man, it feels so good to be out of there. I couldn’t breathe with these people asking questions. No offense to him, but I wouldn’t want to be Akashi.” The blond stifled a yawn.
Nebuya made an indiscernible noise in agreement. The party was slowly winding down, guests collecting their belongings to leave.
Mibuchi and Kise walked over, faces looking strained. “Have you seen Sei-chan anywhere?” asked Reo in a clipped tone.
“Haven’t seen him since dinner. Why?”
Kise sounded subdued when he spoke. “We just saw Yuricchi leave, looking really upset. She didn’t even notice us there. Maybe she and Akashicchi had a fight?”
Hayama and Nebuya looked alarmed. If this spiralled out of control, everyone would feel the ripple effects, especially them. One look at Mibuchi’s grim face confirmed he was thinking the same thing.
Nebuya’s deep voice broke into the oppressive atmosphere. “We should find the captain and tell him what happened. He might not know about it. Anyone at the party could have upset ___-san.”
“We were going to, but Sei-chan is nowhere to be seen. I’m a little worried because it’s still raining heavily and ___-chan might not be careful.”
Just then, the subject of conversation came into view, speaking to his aunt. His face was as composed as ever, but subtle strain showed in the set of his shoulders and jaw. The group drew a breath of relief.
“Akashi! Do you have a second? It’s important.” Hayama’s voice carried clearly across the hall.
He glanced their way, taking in their worried faces, and excused himself. Sayaka waved him away, looking amused. Akashi approached them, senses on alert.
“Is something wrong?”
Everyone glanced at each other. “It’s about Yuricchi.” Kise started hesitantly.
“Have you seen her around? I’ve been looking for her. There’s something I needed to say.”
“Well, whatever it is, you better say it quick. ___-chan just ran out the front door a few minutes ago, looking very upset.” Reo’s eyes were narrowed.
“Akashicchi, I think…she was in tears. She looked very sad. Did you guys fight?” Kise looked as upset as the person he was talking about.
“No…I didn’t…where did she go?” Akashi was starting to feel the dread build in his chest as he catalogued all the possibilities. What could have happened?
“Probably to the gardens? She didn’t seem to be paying attention to where she was.”
“Then we need to spread out and find ___ before something happens. Kise, Nebuya, search the east side. Reo and Kotarou can look for her in the opposite direction. I’ll take the back gardens. Mitsue-san, get everyone some umbrellas please.”
The housekeeper materialized as per Akashi’s orders and soon everyone was searching the grounds. In the end, it was Akashi himself who found you, barefoot with eyes gazing blankly into the distance. The rain, which was now torrential, had plastered your hair and dress to your skin. Your eyes flickered to him when he approached, but you didn’t move.
“Sei.”
His voice was gentle when he spoke. “You shouldn’t be out here alone, ___. Let’s get you out of the rain before you get sick.”
You offered no resistance as he wrapped his jacket around you and lifted you off the ground in his arms. That lifeless demeanour scared him more than anything.
Please, say something. Yell at me, curse me. Anything but this interminable silence. I won’t know what’s wrong until you tell me.
When he got back to the house, Kise and the rest were pacing anxiously in the living room.
“Yuricchi, are you alright? We were worried sick!”
Your eyes turned down in guilt. “I apologise, Kise-san. You went to so much trouble because of me.”
“As long as you’re fine, it’s alright.” Hayama smiled kindly.
Mitsue-san floated in with towels, her normally steely expression tinged with worry. Akashi took one and started drying your hair with careful strokes. The gentleness of the action finally broke your control and you curled up with a broken sob. Everyone in the room froze, unsure.
“Could we have a moment alone?” The boys were glad to obey the thinly-veiled order and leave Akashi to deal with the terror of a crying girl. They didn’t go too far, however, opting to huddle outside the door in case he messed things up.
Oblivious to their concerns, Akashi kneeled in front of you, pushing a lock of wet hair out of your face.
“What’s wrong, love? Tell me so I can fix it.”
Your heart twisted painfully at the endearment. Deciding that you’d have to face it sooner or later, you spoke tiredly.
“Sei, I don’t think I can do this. Loving you…loving you is too hard.”
Akashi lurched back like he’d been struck. Outside the door, Nebuya muffled Kise’s screech of horror and Mibuchi had to restrain Hayama from jumping into the room.
You continued, your heart breaking little by little. “I’ve never hated myself so much before. I thought if it was for you, I could do anything. But there are some things I can’t do, no matter how much I want to.”
“I didn’t think you were the type to give up so easily, ____. I’m disappointed.”
It’s happening, the inevitable. No one can bear the pressure of the Akashi family. I will be alone again. She will leave. Though I’ll put up a good fight before she does.
The secret audience nearly groaned at Akashi’s words. Kise and Reo facepalmed.
“Geez, Akashi, even I know better than to say that to a crying girl.” Hayama shook his head.
“Ssh.” Nebuya’s expression was grim.
You cast your eyes down, feeling hollow. “I know, you have every right. A better person than me would have tried harder. Perhaps…someone else may be more suited to you after all.”
“If you think you can escape me that easily, you are mistaken. I told you, didn’t I? That once you said yes, there was no going back.”
I don’t care what the cost is. You are not leaving me. There is no alternative to this. If I have to lock you up, I will.
You curled in on yourself a little further. “That’s just it. A less selfish person would have been able to let you go, but I can’t. Even when it means you have to choose between me and the thing you love most.”
“What…did you say?”
The eavesdroppers were as taken aback as Akashi was. They exchanged confused looks.
You sighed. “I overheard what your father said. About the problems the Sawamura incident created. And about him issuing the ultimatum. Me or basketball.”
Kise was scandalized. “That’s horrible, making Akashicchi choose. How could he?”
Mibuchi was more concerned with other things. “Sei-chan, hurry up and reassure her. An upset lady is simply not beautiful.”
Meanwhile, Akashi was processing this abrupt turn in the conversation. The painful constriction in his chest had eased at your words.
So it’s not what I feared, then. She doesn’t want to leave. And she still loves me.
You spoke again, unaware of his thoughts. “I can’t live with myself at thought of being the cause of a rift between you and your father. And it hurts even more when I think I could have walked in and said that I’d leave, so you could continue playing. But I didn’t. I just couldn’t.”
He tipped your chin up, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Answer one question. It’s not my family or the pressure that’s making you say this, is it?”
“What? No! Your father doesn’t like me, but that is only to be expected. I can handle that. As for everything else, if you’re with me, I can manage. But I never thought I’d get in the way of your passion. That’s…I don’t know what to do about that.”
Akashi’s eyes glinted. A victorious smile curled his lips. “Then I’ll tell you what I said to my father.”
Kise speculated on the answer. “Probably something like, ‘I show no mercy to those who oppose me, not even my own parents’.” Hayama snickered at the thought. Mibuchi hissed at them both and strained to hear the rest.
“…that I am an Akashi, and we achieve success in everything we do. That I have been working for this family’s assets longer than some adults, and I am almost an adult myself. That he need not be apprehensive, because by the Interhigh, I would make victory a reality.”
What he didn’t mention was that he had also pointed out that Shiori would not have wanted this, and Masaomi had drawn back, shocked.
Your eyes were wide and hopeful in your face. “So you can still play? Because I love watching you play.”
“Yes. And you’re not going anywhere soon. I hope you’re prepared.” With that he leaned in and kissed you, taking away your breath for the hundredth time that day.
When he drew back, you rubbed your face, a little embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I should have had more faith in you. I worried you for nothing.”
“You should have. I can’t complain though; I’ve never had anyone get so upset on my behalf. Kise and the rest, you can stop hovering behind the door now.”
The people in question waltzed in without a shred of remorse.
“Yuricchi, I’m so glad you’re smiling again. It’s great that you guys made up. I have good news for you!”
“What is it, Kise-san?” You wondered how there could be anything left to say at this time of day.
Nebuya decided to speak, for unknown reasons. “The rains haven’t stopped. At all. There’s a flood warning issued, so we’re all stuck here for tonight.”
Mitsue-san suddenly appeared. “Young master, I’m afraid Nebuya-san is right. The roads are impassable, and it seems like no one will be able to leave till morning.”
Akashi briefly shut his eyes in frustration. Then: “Everyone, you might want to call home and tell them about the situation. Have you prepared rooms for everyone, Mitsue-san?”
“Indeed, young master. If you would all follow me.”
The housekeeper led them all to the second floor, stopping in front of a row of lavishly appointed rooms. “Unfortunately the current number of guests is too much for the household to accommodate without some adjustments. So I will have to trouble you all to share rooms in pairs. My apologies for the inconvenience.”
“That’s alright, Mitsue-san,” said Reo cheerfully. “Kise-kun, you’re with me.”
Hayama had an expression of betrayed horror. “BUT WHY?”
“We all know Eikichi is like a bear in his sleep. Actually, he’s like a bear awake as well. Either way, he’s your problem. Come, Kise-kun.” The bear growled a little.
Kise looked vaguely uncomfortable with this, but said nothing. Hayama sighed.
Akashi gave them a marginally suspicious look and turned to the housekeeper. “And what about ___?”
“Ah. That. I’m afraid young master, that ___-san is going to have to share with you.”
One could hear a pin drop in the silence that followed. You looked down at your toes, wondering how you got yourself into these things.
Kise was biting his cheek hard to keep from laughing, and the others were slowly backing away.
Akashi finally spoke, the words heavy. “I see.”
“My apologies again. The alternative was to put ___-san in with“ -there was a meaningful glance here at the other boys – “someone else.”
He gave them all a suspicious look. “That certainly would not do. Hayama, was that disappointment on your face?”
“Only in the sense that I have to share with this guy and you get ___-san for a roommate.”
“Anyway, I need a shower after all that. My clothes are drenched. Yuricchi, Akashicchi, good night!”
As Kise turned to leave, you caught his sleeve, stopping him. He looked at you in question.
“Thank you,” you said softly,” for going through so much trouble for me. All of you.”
All the boys smiled, features softening. “You can pay us back with cookies, ___-san.” Hayama’s grin was infectious in its brightness.
“I will.”
They trooped off, bickering amongst themselves and leaving you alone with Akashi. He held his arm out, ever the gentleman.
“Shall we?”
As you walked away, smiling a little to yourself, someone approached the housekeeper.
“So,” said Sayaka-san, “I can think we can congratulate ourselves on a job well done. Did you make the preparations I requested?”
Mitsue-san bowed slightly. “It has been done as you asked, Sayaka-sama.”
“Then we can just kick back and watch the fireworks. Those boys did a good job of keeping their poker faces. Now the rest is up to Sei-kun.”
You looked around Akashi’s room in interest. It had the expensive décor you would associate with a mansion, but not many personal belongings. There were a couple of framed photos over the mantelpiece, and some books on the bedside table. One particular photo caught your eye.
“Is that everyone from the Teiko basketball club? It looks recent.”
Akashi walked over to inspect it. “Ah yes, we took that on Kuroko’s birthday in January. Momoi arranged a friendly game as a birthday gift.”
You smiled, tilting your head at the photo. “She looks happy. You all do.”
He smiled slightly as well. “You should take a bath first, you were in the rain for a while. The bath is through that way. You should find towels and something to wear on the dresser.”
“Thank you, I’ll try to be quick.” You shrugged off his jacket and returned it to him. “I’m sorry I got your clothes wet.”
“Don’t worry about it. Now go, unless you want to watch me change? I wouldn’t mind.”
You had to hide a smile behind your hand. “Don’t tempt me, Seijuro. Here, would you keep this safe for me?” You pulled the kanzashi out of your hair and held it out to him.
Both of you stared at it for a moment, recalling the evening’s events. You looked back at Akashi, who had a closed expression, and sighed.
“I do wish you had told me about the significance of this, but I’m not dwelling on it. So neither should you.”
His voice was soft. “I did not wish to burden you with expectations. At the same time, I couldn’t let you go without it either, because it is a symbol of our protection.”
“I understand. This is the reason I wasn’t bothered today, wasn’t it? I’m not blaming you…it’s just that if I’d known your mother had one like it, I would have treasured it more.”
You pressed a kiss to his jaw and moved towards the bath. Then, abruptly, you returned. He raised an eyebrow at you. You turned your back to him.
“Could you unhook the neck of my dress for me? It’s difficult for me to do myself.”
His eyes turned predatory, but he did as you asked. Fingers deftly undid the clasp, sliding the dress partway down your shoulders. His touch moved lower down your back in a feather-light caress. You shivered at the sensation.
“Now, temptress,” he whispered in your ear, “hurry to your bath before you get more than you bargained for.”
Sensing the danger, you left as fast as you could. Akashi sighed and loosened his tie. Making his way to the wardrobe, he tried not to imagine peeling that dress off your body or joining you in the bath. This was going to be a long night.
Twenty minutes later, you were drying your hair in front of the mirror and trying not think about what would happen next. Like everything else in the bathroom, the mirror was huge, reflecting your towel clad body about halfway down. If it weren’t for the fact that Akashi was waiting, you could have soaked in the gigantic tub forever. You sighed.
This is not going to be awkward at all. Nope. Just sleeping really close to the guy I’m insanely attracted to. That will be completely fine.
It got worse when you shook out the clothes that had been set out for you. You eyed the fabric sceptically.
What on earth on was Mitsue-san thinking, giving me this to wear? If my other dress wasn’t soaked through, I’d have worn that instead. This seems like a prank someone would play…Ohhh.
There was no choice but to wear it. You poked your head around the bathroom door, reluctant to step out.
“Seijuro, I should…” You trailed off, stunned into silence.
Akashi’s shirtless back was turned to you, muscles flexing as he towelled his hair. His pine and citrus scent hit you and your mouth suddenly went dry.
Have I died and gone to heaven? That must be it. I probably caught pneumonia and I’m hallucinating now.
You were startled by his voice. “Is something wrong, ___?”
Dazed, you blinked at him. “Err, no? That is- you know what, this is too distracting. Just put a shirt on.”
“Pfft. Alright.” When you looked back again, he was in a t-shirt, smirking. “So why are you hiding behind the door?”
“Because – and I say this respectfully – I think Sayaka-san decided to make our lives more interesting by swapping out my clothes.”
“It can’t be that bad. There’s limits to what even obaa-san can do on short notice.”
“Suit yourself.” You stepped out from behind the door, sweeping your hair over one shoulder. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Akashi’s eyes widened. “How did she…”
“I don’t even want to know. I’m just glad Mitsue-san washed your jersey before she gave it to me.”
Without the breadth of his shoulders, Akashi’s jersey came to mid-thigh on you. He swallowed hard as one sleeve threatened to slip down your arm. He didn’t dare look down to see how your legs looked.
I swear there is some deity out to get me. My aunt is a danger to humanity. No wonder Father nearly disowned her. Now think of shogi openings. Violin scores. The Winter Cup. Anything but how that jersey will look on the floor.
He let out a long exhale. “Some people are determined to test the limits of my patience.”
“It’s a good thing you’re absolute, then. Should we hunt for something less…sportsy?”
Though if you were being honest, you liked the way he was looking at you. You almost wanted to thank Sayaka-san for her thoughtfulness.
“That’s probably for the best. There should be-“
“Akashicchi! Is this your room? Yuricchi, you- Whoa.” The explosion that was Kise stopped short, causing Mibuchi, Hayama and Nebuya to barrel into him. Your face heated up as they took in your appearance.
Akashi swiftly moved in front of you, blocking their view. “If you don’t want to be buried where you stand,” came the voice of hell, “you will shut that door behind you now.”
Kise emitted a squeak and slammed the door shut. You buried your face in Akashi’s shoulder, caught between laughter and tears.
“I am never going to live that down.”
“You won’t have to.” His words were a silken promise. “They’ll all join obaa-san in the afterlife shortly.”
“Shall I go get something else to wear while you ask them why they burst in? I can still hear them outside the door.”
“Check the third drawer from the top. And I’m only going to talk to them because there will be no peace otherwise.”
While you searched for something suitably loose and comfortable, Akashi subjected the others to his flat stare.
“Mind explaining your lack of manners, Kise?”
“It’s too early to go to bed, and we’re all here, so I thought we should spend some time together. Let’s play a board-game!”
Akashi glanced back as you returned, dressed less provocatively. You shrugged at the unsaid question. “I don’t really mind.”
And that’s how it turned into a strange slumber party, with Kise regretting his choice of board-game very shortly.
“How unfair! Is there a single game you haven’t won, Akashicchi?”
A slight smile was his only reponse. You on the other hand, were incredulous.
“It’s Monopoly, Kise-san. You can hardly expect to beat Sei at something he’s had lifelong experience in. I doubt there’s a single strategic game we could play and win. Unless we all ganged up on him or something.”
Everyone looked at Akashi, considering the idea. He narrowed his eyes back. Mibuchi shook his head.
“It wouldn’t be worth the consequences.”
There was a collective nod in agreement. Your eyes lit up with mischief.
“That said, I do have one idea…” You leaned over to whisper into Kise’s ear. He brightened and nodded in excitement. Akashi had to restrain himself from pulling you into his lap and throwing Kise across the room. His eyes narrowed some more when the whole group put on an expression of angelic innocence.
“Whatever you’re planning, it won’t work.”
“Who said we were planning anything?” No one was looking directly at Akashi any more.
Hayama cleared his throat. “So, does anyone know any spooky stories?”
Half an hour later, the boys had run the gamut from downright silly to nightmare inducing tales of horror. Nebuya in particular had a gift for turning mundane incidents into psychotic episodes. Akashi noticed you stifling a yawn and decided to put an end to the festivities. He was still suspicious of you and Kise, which is why he didn’t notice when Hayama and Mibuchi slid behind him.
Your sleepy expression was suddenly replaced by an intent look. “Now, senpai.”
Crimson eyes widened as Akashi’s arms were grabbed and pulled back, pinning him. Kise approached, golden eyes gleaming.
“Ne, Akashicchi, I bet you’ve never been tickled before, have you?”
“Ryouta, don’t you dare-“
“Too late.” You trailed your fingers up his sides, finding the spots that made him flinch. Kise was equally wicked, and possibly more brutal than you.
Akashi’s shoulders shook with the effort of restraint, but eventually he caved into helpless laughter. Hayama and Mibuchi sat back in amazement at the sound, and Kise had an expression of wonder. You just grinned.
“Sei-chan, you really should do that more often.” Mibuchi tutted.
“So he can have more fans than he already does? I don’t think so.” Kise pouted a little at the idea.
Akashi flushed a little and straightened. He turned to look at you. “You will regret your actions very soon.” The words were a vow.
“Hmm, I’d like to see you try. Besides, they were in on it as well.”
The others cringed as you threw them under the bus. Suddenly, there were comments on late it was, and the need to catch up on sleep, it had been a long day. The room was suddenly quiet as everyone left.
Akashi shut the door and turned around with a hunting aura. You backed up as he prowled forward, eerily reminded of a lion waiting to pounce.
“Now, Seijuro, it’s been a long day…”
“I did warn you, ___, that you would you repent shortly.”
You dodged left, Akashi saw it coming, tripped you up and caught you around the waist, all in one movement. Your breath left you in a huff as you dropped on the bed. You blinked as he caged you in with his hard frame.
“So precisely what part of this am I supposed to regret?”
“This.” He dipped his head towards yours slowly. Your eyes were half shut, warm in his embrace.
Then you choked as his fingers found the most sensitive spot near your ribcage. Somehow his tickling was the worst you’d experienced, as he had an uncanny knack for finding all your weak points. You struggled a bit, but there was no getting out of his hold.
“Stop, stop! I yield,” you gasped in between bouts of breathless giggles. “I’m sorry for everything! Now please let me go.”
Akashi was tempted to continue for a while, your laughter was intoxicating and it felt good to have someone he could be himself around. But he relented, moving away so you could sit up. You pushed your hair back out of your face and surveyed him.
“You’re evil. And somehow that makes me happier.”
His face, while composed, gave off an air of amusement. “I aim to please. Now, we really should attempt to catch up on some sleep. I’ll take the couch.”
You looked at him in dismay. “You mean you’re not going to let me take advantage of this golden opportunity to cuddle up to you?”
He let out a controlled breath. “That would not be wise. This is difficult enough already without you in such close proximity to me.”
You bit your lip. “Are you saying all that absoluteness and willpower was a lie?”
“Do you have any sense of self-preservation at all?” His exasperation was beginning to show.
“Not when you’re involved, no.” You were unrepentantly cheerful.
He closed his eyes in concentration. When he opened them again, you were still gazing at him hopefully. He conceded defeat.
“Very well, remember that you asked for it.”
“One of us needs to not have a sense of propriety, and apparently that person is me. Just learn to enjoy it.”
“Oh, I certainly will.”
He slid under the covers, instantly making you warmer by just being there. Never one to waste time, you moved closer immediately, settling your head on his chest and entwining your legs. He hummed at the back of his throat, a contented sound.
The heat of his skin and the feeling of safety soon made you drowsy. The soothing movement of his hand over your back didn’t help.
“Sei,” you said, half asleep, “are you really sure it’s okay to say no to your father? I don’t want you to get into trouble.”
“I’m sure. And if it’s not, I’ll find a way around it.”
“I hope so. I just want you to be happy.”
Soon your breathing evened out and you were fast asleep. Akashi looked down at you, chest warm with happiness.
“I know. I love you too.”
Author's rambling:
So that was cringe-inducingly cheesy. I swear, I just set out to write one party chapter and it turned into this monster. What is my life.
One picture that I used for inspiration is this one from the Last Game trailer, to give you an idea of how they were dressed. A qipao, also called a cheongsam, is a traditional Chinese dress - like this one. The boys are dense, so they didn't notice, but the dress was the color of Aka-chin's hair.
Also, before I forget, the scene where Akashi's father says all the other girls failed was inspired by the response to an ask on a scenario blog. In the original post, Akashi responds that the reader is the girl he chose and he likes her the way she is. Unfortunately I can't seem to find this post, but if I ever do, I'll link it.
Since this is a very long fic, there are lots of things I could talk about, but it would be easier if readers just commented on the things they want clarified. I will definitely answer :D
On the next episode: No angst, just fun as the entirety of the cast goes out to the beach. Possibly I will manage to keep it short and sweet. Possibly.
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