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dailykiseki · 8 years

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To @riocu, Merry (late) Christmas, we apologize for the delay and for your Secret Santa’s absence. We hope that you’ll accept the story in its place. Have a wonderful 2015 and an even better 2016 <3

Pairing: Aomine Daiki/Kagami Taiga Rating: Teen and up Wordcount: 2482 Author: Admin Sam / @kisekinodrabbles

He had been alone in his apartment, waiting for the curry to brew in his pot. The room felt a little too empty without his teammates. All of them were gone visiting family, spread out all across Japan. But Kagami’s family? He wasn’t quite sure he even had one at that point. The tightness in his chest pissed him off. He’s man enough to handle this. Why should he feel pain over parents who felt nothing for their children?

Shit. Don’t cry. Goddammit, don’t cry.

Ding dong. His eyes moved up to the clock. It was a little over eight but everyone had already gone home at that point. He sucked up a huge breath before walking over to the door.

What the — his eyes blinked a few times just to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.

Aomine Daiki. At his doorstep. Carrying cake. Yawning.

The yawning he wasn’t surprised. But what was he even — “What are you doing here?”

“That’s a nice way to greet someone on Christmas.” He rolled his eyes, pushing the red-haired man out of the way and stepping into the apartment. He sniffed the air. It had become all too familiar for him to scent out Kagami’s apartment whenever he dropped by. It always smelled like something different. Sometimes he had cookies baking in the oven, other times ramen cooking in a pot. Most of the time, it was just his scent. Aomine didn’t mind that. He turned to Kagami who was still standing shellshocked at the door. “Are you going to just stand there forever, princess? Or are you going to feed me?”

It was his turn to scowl. “Why should I feed you?”

“A little bird named Kuroko told me someone was feeling lonely today so I thought I’d drop by. Got your red cake shit. You like this one right?” He lifted up the box. It was from Kagami’s favorite bakery. How in the world did he manage to get a cake on Christmas day when everything was closed? “I know a guy who knows a guy.” He answered the man’s unsaid question. “Now are we going to eat or what?”

“Don’t have a lot of food,” Kagami shrugged. “Thought I was eating alone tonight.”

“Well, you’re not.” Aomine ruffled his hair, earning another annoyed look from Kagami. But also a blush. “So hurry up and make something for me too.”

Despite their rivalry, Aomine and Kagami cozied up pretty well whenever they hung out. Two basketball fanatics in one room. What did you expect? Tōō’s ace always made himself at home whenever he dropped by — usually unannounced, which only pissed Kagami off more. He huffed then returned to the kitchen, adding more spices and meat into the dish because he knew how obsessed Aomine was with beef. His food bills always skyrocketed whenever Aomine came around. As he moved around the kitchen preparing food, Aomine kept throwing random questions his way.

“So how’s Seirin doing? You guys prepared for Inter-High yet?”

“Is the food in that new café downtown good?”

“Goddamn, why is Kobe retiring so soon? Do you know how much that pisses me off?”

“Did you catch Tōō’s game last week?”

All these things. Kagami moved the spoon around the pot and brought it up to his mouth for a taste. Not bad, not bad at all. However, the heat that pressed up against his back so suddenly made him jump. “That smells pretty good,” Aomine mumbled, his stomach rumbling. Damn. He had escaped his family’s Christmas dinner so fast that he didn’t get to eat much. He was famished.

Once he told his family that Kagami was spending Christmas alone, they all had shared knowing looks. That was before they practically thrown their son out to brace the cold for the man they expected to be their son-in-law soon enough. Then Aomine went to get cake.

“O-Oy, don’t stand so close.” Kagami stammered, attempting to shove him out of the way. But Aomine’s arms had trapped him in between, limiting his movement.

“Stop moving around like that, I’m just watching.”

“You can watch from the side.”

“I like it this way. Shut the fuck up and get cooking.”

“Why are you so damn rude—ow! What the hell? Did you just bite my ear?”

“Yes, so shut up.”

“You’re so damn weird.”

“You are too and I’m hungry.”

Then the two of them settled in front of the television, legs stretched out underneath the table, butts planted on the carpet, body side by side, shoulders brushing. Aomine kept picking at his food and Kagami had to smack his hand away a couple of times — well, more than a couple. Afterwards, Kagami lied down on the couch, a hand draped over his eyes. “Fuck, I’m so full. Why’d I make that much?”

For the first time in a while, Kagami heard Aomine’s laughter echo in the room. He quickly removed his hand to capture the beautiful sight of Aomine’s head thrown back, his mouth open with a smile into his memory. “Didn’t think you’d ever be full since you’re such a damn glutton.” He blinked a few times and tried to calm his racing heart. Dear God, what was he even thinking? This was his rival. He rubbed his eyes furiously. Maybe this was his emotions messing with him. “Oy, Bakagami.”

Kagami growled and opened his eyes, “What?” A bag appeared in front of his eyes. He raised an eyebrow.

“Take it, you moron.”

“Who says that when they give someone something?” Kagami muttered under his breath and accepted the bag. He pulled out a nicely wrapped box. Did he — impossible. Aomine couldn’t wrap gifts. He gently peeled the tape open and found a Nike box underneath. Inside the box was the pair of shoes he’d been looking for all over. His dream shoes. Goddamn. “What — how did you — when—“

“Saw them a couple of days ago so I thought I should get them for you.”

Bullshit. He called bullshit. This pair had sold out the hour it was released online. Stores barely had any of them and, wherever he looked, everything was gone. Shit. Kagami couldn’t help the smile from breaking across his face as he mussed up Aomine’s hair. “Thanks.” They weren’t sentimental but it didn’t mean that they didn’t have their own way of showing appreciation.

Aomine glared at him. “Open up the cake.”

After that gift, he didn’t care if he had to bake another cake for the damn man. They returned side by side once more, cake in front of them, nearly demolished. “Aren’t you spending Christmas with your family?” Kagami licked up his fingers, whatever remained of the cream cheese frosting on his hand.

“Already did,” Aomine burped and Kagami gave him a disgusted look. “Can’t let someone cry on Christmas day, can I?”

“I wasn’t crying,” he snapped. He almost did. But he didn’t.

“Well, whatever.” He bumped shoulders with Kagami. “Nobody should spend Christmas alone, alright. That’s all I was thinking. And fuck, can you turn up the heat in this place? It’s still so damn cold.”

When Aomine arrived, he had been covered from head to toe in snow. His midnight blue hair had gone white and his coat blanketed with a layer of snowflakes. Kagami grabbed a blanket from the couch and threw it at him. “Dumbass, this is why you wear more layers when you walk out there.” Aomine bundled himself up in the blanket until he noticed the tiny goosebumps rising on Kagami’s arms. He threw the fabric over his friend and brought him closer. Kagami’s face reddened quickly. “W-What are you doing?”

“You’re freezing too. Body heat will help warm us up so shut up.” He looked down at Kagami who was covered up to his neck and grumbling. His lips twitched. He looked cute like that. Like a burrito all wrapped up. Except… his thumb brushed on the corner of Kagami’s lips, embarrassing him even further. “Cake. You had cake.”

“Stop being weird, stupid.” Kagami frowned.

“Why do you think I’m being weird?”

“I don’t know, you’re extra touchy today.”

Pause. “You really are an idiot, aren’t you?”

“What?”

“Been months and he still hasn’t picked up on it.” Aomine sighed to no one in particular, irritating Kagami. “Anyway, I should head back.”

Kagami’s heart fell with his words. So soon? Damn. He didn’t like the idea of Aomine walking out alone in this weather, especially since they called for a blizzard in an hour. He also didn’t like the idea of his apartment being all quiet and empty again. Absentmindedly, he reached for Aomine’s hand before he could shrug on his coat. Aomine glanced down at him in surprise. “S-Sorry,” he cleared his throat, yanking his hand away. “Uh, thought you had something on your sleeve.

Aomine blinked curiously at Kagami before a smirk appeared on his lips. “Missing me already?”

“Fuck off.” Aomine plopped back down and switched on the TV. Kagami gave him a look of disbelief, “Weren’t you leaving?”

“I don’t have to.”

Kagami stayed quiet at that. It wasn’t fair to him, but Kagami wanted to be a little selfish sometimes when it came to the blue-haired man. So he stayed by his side, screaming at the television with every bad call from the referee, a good move from a player.

“Yo, when are you gonna get yourself a girlfriend?” Aomine suddenly asked, his eyes still glued to the team’s movements on the screen.

His heart stopped. Girlfriend, huh? He wasn’t sure. His heart was attached to basketball right now and he couldn’t imagine someone coming in between him and basketball. He needed someone who could be part of his life alongside of it. Someone who was just as in love as basketball as he was. He turned and found Aomine.

Aomine Daiki. The gods of basketball above had probably blessed this man with immense talent and unlimited potential. Kagami’s gaze traced his features from his dark blue eyes that glowed with every comment he made, to the shape of his strong jaw, and to the curve of his lips that parted with every word. Tempting. So tempting.

When he felt lips covering his own, Kagami nearly leapt back but Aomine kept him in place, hand on the back of his head and an arm around his waist. Kagami blushed a billion shades of red, his eyes darting around the room in panic. What the — what was going on — was this real — why was he — oh my God.

Aomine was kissing him.

Kissing him!

And he’ll be damned if he didn’t admit that the man was a damn good kisser. Fuck. Aomine pulled away when he didn’t feel Kagami respond. The redhead was breathless and speechless. “What — why — what the fuck?”

“You looked like you wanted me to kiss you so I did.”

“What made you think that?!”

“You kept looking at my lips.”

Well, that was true. And he did want Aomine to — but, fuck, this wasn’t right, was it? Two guys weren’t supposed to… but it felt so damn right. Someone as in love as basketball as he was. Someone who would never make him choose between the two. Someone who was here when no one else wasn’t. Kagami’s mouth opened and closed like a guppy.

“Guess I was wrong,” Aomine shrugged. “Well, this has been sufficiently awkward so, now, I should start heading—“

“No.” Aomine turned back to face him with a curious look. Fuck. Kagami’s face was all flushed, his lips parted in surprise. His dick stirred in his pants. Goddamn. “I mean, there’s a blizzard. So you shouldn’t go. It’s dangerous.”

“So I should stay because of the blizzard?”

“Yes.”

“No other reason?”

Kagami’s heart pinched. Why couldn’t he just admit it to himself? He liked Aomine. He fucking liked the man. He was rough and lazy as hell, he was crude and nasty most of the time. But he liked it. He liked all of it. “Well, I mean, I just — I don’t — I can’t really — I don’t know.”

Aomine sighed, flicking his forehead. “Stupid, don’t feel pressured to do anything. I wanted to kiss you so I did and you looked like you wanted it to. But don’t think that I’m going to be coercing you into doing something that you don’t want to do.”

No, no, he was wrong. He wanted it. He wanted to kiss Aomine. He wanted to cuddle with him. He wanted to cook for him. He wanted to scream over basketball with him. But the words couldn’t leave his mouth.

“Anyway, I’m tired so I’ll crash on your couch. See ya in the morning.” He flopped back on the couch, back facing Kagami.

The uneasiness settled in the depths of his gut again. It felt like Aomine was quickly slipping away from him. Why couldn’t he just say it? Three damn words. I like you. I want you. Stay with me. Be with me. Anything.

“Yo, stop staring. I can feel it.” Aomine muttered.

Kagami gulped down the lump in his throat. “Hey.”

“What?”

He didn’t turn. Dammit. “Hey.”

“What?”

“Look here.”

“I’m tired.”

“Please.”

“Go to sleep, Kagami.”

His heart wrenched again. “Aomine.”

Silence.

“Aomine, come on.”

Silence.

“Daiki.”

He turned and his eyebrows pinched at the center. “Why’d you—“ Kagami’s mouth quickly covered his before another word could leave his lips. Aomine was surprised to say the least but he liked seeing Kagami’s eyes closed, his cheeks pink, as he kissed him. He smiled and kissed him back. Their lips moved in sync and Aomine tugged him up so the two of them were pressed against each other on the couch. He mumbled against his lips, “You don’t have to do this, you know. I’ll work harder to make you like me.”

Kagami almost cried. Fuck. This man was something else. “I already like you.”

“You should’ve said so from the beginning,” Aomine rumbled.

“Can’t really do that.”

“Why not?”

“You would’ve left.”

“For you, I would’ve stayed.” Kagami sighed in contentment and buried his face in embarrassment in Aomine’s neck. Aomine just chuckled and wrapped his arm around him. “What? You gonna cry on me now?”

“Fuck off,” he mumbled.

“You should spend next Christmas with my family.”

“That’ll be awkward.”

“They like you.”

“How do they know me?”

Pause. “I talk about you a lot, I guess.”

Kagami jerked away and stared at him incredulously.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“You talk about me?”

“You come up from time to time.”

Kagami grinned.

“Don’t look so happy, stupid. How do you know I’m not shit-talking you to my parents?”

“Because your shit-talk is when you’re actually into someone.”

“True,” he sighed. “Why’d I fall for an idiot like you again?”

“God knows why.”

#dailykiseki #knbss15 #aomine daiki #kagami taiga #aokaga #fanfic #sam

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chesskaaaa · 8 years

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Opening his eyes, he sees some guy he’s never seen before looking at him with worry in his eyes. “What the fuck… Who are you and what are you doing in my apartment?”

Pairing: Aomine Daiki/Kagami Taiga Rating: Teen and up Wordcount: 2351

This is a bit late but this is for @chiyo-yo-chan as her KnB Secret Santa gift! Merry Christmas and I hope you like it!

#knb #aokaga #dailykiseki #knbss15 #aomine daiki #kagami taiga #knbfic #my writing #pfffrt

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thescenarioswhichhinawrites · 8 years

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So Sorry for the Wait, Lovi! Merry Christmas!

Pairing: KiyoKuro

To: @hostilovi

Hello there! I’m Hina, your Secret Santa! I am extremely sorry for the late gift, and I really hope you like it. ;_; Have a wonderful Christmas and New Years!

“Kiyoshi-senpai, please don’t hurt yourself.” Kuroko Tetsuya looks up from the small, black and white canine donning a blue sweater with white snowflakes littered all over the wool to see the tall brunette standing on a stool, and then on his tip-toes to reach the top of their Christmas tree. Kuroko had no idea how the Iron Heart had managed to find a tree that was somehow bigger than him, would still fit inside their shared apartment, and one that requires the 194 cm male to get on his tip toes, much less use a stool.

“I’m fine, Kuroko!” Kiyoshi laughs, making one more effort to get the glassy, star-shaped tree topper on the apex of the fragrant length of wood and pine. With one last lean and half-hop, he manages to just reach the top of the tree, placing the final ornament that would complete their Christmas decorations. They had originally a plastic star that Kuroko had brought with him from his house, but the topper had been a present from the rest of their former team to celebrate the two living together. “There, we’re finished! Just in time fo-”

“Kiyoshi-senpai! Watch out!” Seirin’s former center barely has time to register the stool’s tipping over as he pulls away from the tree, his field of vision changing from their festive Christmas tree to the tinsel covered ceiling in barely a second, before he lands on something hard and small.

“Ouch…sorry, I’m fine..” He looks over to where his powder blue partner was sitting, surprised to see Nigou barking and wagging his tail on the couch, with no Kuroko in sight.

“K-Kiyoshi-senpai…I can’t breath…” Teppei suddenly becomes aware of the thing, or rather person, that had cushioned his fall.

“U-Uwahh! I’m sorry, Kuroko! Are you okay? Are you alive?” The younger male was laying on the ground where Kiyoshi had fallen as well, (barely) conscious and chest rising up and down rapidly as his crushed lungs and racing heart restore circulation back to the rest of his body. Kiyoshi picks him up by the shoulder, shaking him gently, with the expression of a wounded puppy. Kuroko can’t help a gentle smile, sitting up and touching his head.

“I’m fine, Kiyoshi-senpai. Are you alright?”

“You’re the one who got more hurt, didn’t you?” Kiyoshi sighs in slight exasperation.

“And another thing, don’t call me ‘Senpai’ anymore. We graduated already, remember? We’re not just senpai or kouhai.”

“Ah, sorry, I can’t help it.” Kuroko doesn’t sound very apologetic, but Kiyoshi chalks that up to the fact that he had nearly killed the man by landing on him.

“At the very least, we managed to finish everything before Christmas…” Kiyoshi looks around the living room, smiling fondly at the result of weeks of work. Silver, gold, red, and green tinsel on the ceiling, snowflakes pasted onto the windows, even Nigou had his own little Christmas tree with bone shaped presents under it, right beside his bed. But perhaps his favorite part of their humble home was the Christmas tree. He and Kuroko had picked it out together, though Kuroko was reluctant to buy the biggest one they could find, since he wouldn’t be able to decorate the full tree, but now that it was dressed in glowing bulbs of assorted color, with glass ornaments from friends and family hanging proudly from its branches, topped by the glass star on top from Riko and the others, and with presents from all the people they’ve connected with over the years, the younger man seems to have warmed up to the idea.

“It’s beautiful.” There’s something moving about Kuroko’s expression, one that prompts Kiyoshi to wrap his arms around him and pull him close, his back pressing up against a strong, warm, and steady chest which expanded as he filled his lungs with the toasty air provided by the internal heating of the apartment. To most, Kuroko’s expression didn’t seem to be much different than how it always was. But for Kiyoshi Teppei, who had been watching over Kuroko Tetsuya since his first year of high school, he knew that Seirin’s shadow was pleased. The way his eyes softened, and the corners of his lips were turned up ever so slightly, so imperceptible that even Kiyoshi had to squint to see it, spoke volumes about how meaningful the setup was to him.

“Yeah. All the memories we’ve collected over the years are all hanging from the tree…the fun times with the team, the battles with the Generation of Miracles…the memories of how we came together…” Kiyoshi buries his face into the crook of Kuroko’s shoulder, closing his eyes and inhaling the subtle vanilla scent that wafted from the smooth, flawless skin. “I’m so happy right now, I wish moments like this lasted forever.”

“If that happened, Christmas would never come.” Kuroko looks up at the clock: 11:55, five minutes to Christmas. They had a busy day tomorrow. Kagami was coming back from America, and the Seirin team was going to get together once more and celebrate together. Then, the Generation of Miracles were going to join them, and they would all go to Kagami’s house, since it was the biggest, and celebrate once again. Kuroko felt so blessed that he had so many precious people in his life. He couldn’t ask for a different present.

“Kuroko? Can I ask you for something for a present?”

“It’s a bit late, isn’t it? The stores are already cl-”

“Call me Teppei?” This time, Kuroko blinks a few times, as if still processing the quesion.

“Excuse me?”

“You always call me Kiyoshi-senpai, or just Kiyoshi if you feel a bit more affectionate. I’ll call you by your first name, too, so please, just this once?” Kuroko turns himself around to look the brunette in the eyes. Warm, the color of melted chocolate, with the same amount of sweetness. Kuroko lets go of a sigh.

“Mou, what a troublesome child you are.”

“Hey, now, that’s not very nice!” Kiyoshi pouts at this, though the annoyance is feigned. “You don’t have to call me Teppei all the time. There will be time for that later down the road. But I want to be selfish tonight…” There’s a long moment of silence that lasts until the long awaited chiming of the clock, indicating that it was now not only midnight, but also Christmas day. Kiyoshi glances at the clock only once, smiling at the beginning of one of his favorite holidays, spent with one of his favorite people.

“Merry Christmas, Tetsuya.” A rosy color blankets Kuroko’s cheeks, extending all the way to the tips of his ears as he glances at the carpet. Nigou, who has somehow read the mood all this time, barks to break the quiet as he leaps off the couch, climbing into Kiyoshi’s lap, placing a tiny paw on the man’s bright red Christmas sweater with the dorky reindeer waving its hoof at all who laid eyes on it. Kiyoshi laughs, affectionately stroking the canine’s head. “Aha! Merry Christmas to you too, Nigou. Good boy…”

“Merry Christmas…Teppei…” Kiyoshi’s eyes go wide as they snap right back up to meet Kuroko, who is suddenly much closer than he was before, their noses almost touching. Kuroko is embarrassed, but this quickly changes to shock as Kiyoshi’s eyes fill with tears, which the gentle giant immediately attempts to wipe away in a frenzy.

“I-I’m sorry, ahaha, I’m just so happy right now…” Kiyoshi scoots closer to the Kuroko, placing a large, but careful hand on the smaller male’s cheek, leaning in closer and closer, until their faces are just centimeters apart, though for the both of them, a single centimeter is almost a world away. No more words are spoken as their lips meet, the encounter warm enough to melt away the frigid cold of winter.

The memories we’ve made thus far hold not a single candle to the memories that will come as I embrace this gift of you.

#dailykiseki #knbss15 #hostilovi #kiyokuro #fanfic #secret santa #hope you enjoy #i suck for being late #but i have my computer again so #merry christmas #and happy holidays #kuroko no basuke

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kingtetsu-blog · 8 years

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Two/One [Midorima Shintarou x Takao Kazunari]

Prompt: n/a

Word Count: 1331

Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke

Pairing: MidoTaka

Summary: Two times Aomine thought they were dating, and one time they actually were. He thinks.

Notes: Hello, @kurooto! This is really late, I’m super sorry about that, but at least it’s here, hehe. Saw that you liked Aomine and MidoTaka, so I figured, why not both? Plus, Aomine is precious and I love him. Hope you enjoy this, and Merry Christmas, ho ho ho(mo)! Ehem... I mean, what?

Also available on ao3.

i. Morning

Although it might have been somewhat his fault, Aomine still blames Momoi for the whole mess. If she hadn't forced him to go buy chocolate for her, he wouldn't even be here in the first place.

Well, it might be easier to start at the beginning.

The cold morning air drifts amongst the town, little white snowflakes delicately taking their time coming down from the grey sky. He takes his time walking to the convenience store, kicking up snow halfheartedly. You know, for Christmas spirit or whatever they call it nowadays. Hashtag holidays?

Well, whatever. Even if it is Christmas Eve, the only thing on his mind was how he would rather be at home than here right now. It is cold as fuck. Aomine already has his hands shoved in his pockets, but to no avail. Maybe should have brought that scarf after all. He shivers slightly. Thank god it's just around the corner.

Until he sees the CLOSED sign.

"No way," he groans, sighing as loudly as he possibly could. "I'm not gonna go all the way to the other store! Damnit, Satsuki.." One angry phone call later, he's on his way to the other one, freezing just as much as before.

Stumbling along, it is all the wonder that he even makes it there without freezing his ass off. Although opinions may differ on that matter. Anyway, he ends up forgetting about the temperature of his butt once he spots two figures he didn't want to see today.

Well, one of them specifically. Midorima Shintarou. It is part of his policy to avoid every single one of his ex-teammates, considering they probably all hate him, except for maybe Tetsu. Either way, he had no interest in assimilating with those losers anymore, and so promptly ducked behind a small tree.

He is kind of curious about what the green-haired man is doing outside on such a cold day like this - he would have figured that he wants to preserve his precious fingers from the cold, or whatever sort of shit he’s into at the moment. Especially with someone else. Especially with Takao.

He strains his hearing to see if he can pick up on their conversation.

“....sure you’re not cold, Shin-chan?”

Midorima pushes the rim of his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Classic move. “Don’t be silly. I am fine.”

Takao tilts in, a speculative expression on his face. “Doesn’t seem like it to me! Here, take my scarf.”

“I said, I don’t need--” But said scarf is already being wrapped around him, and he sighs. “Fine.”

“There we go!” He chirps cheerfully, grinning widely. “You look good in it.”

“Shut up, Takao.” They exchange a few more words before leaving the convenience store’s front.

Aomine stares at them as they walk away. Never had he expected to witness Midorima bending to someone’s will other than Akashi. And that was no surprise, considering all the rumors floating around during middle school about them being more than friends... Wait...Is he onto something here? Are they dating?!

He finds a smirk starting to inch onto his face. If he can catch them in the act, not only will it be great blackmail material, but it’s a lot more fun than just buying chocolate for Momoi. He resolves to follow them.. after he buys that stupid chocolate.

ii. Afternoon

Aomine wonders if the chocolate has melted already, considering the fact that he has been hiding behind this bush for a good part of an hour with it behind his coat. There are more important matters to attend to, however.

Targets are currently at the small cafe in town, he reports to himself. He is determined to take notes to make sure he doesn’t miss anything. Not that he actually has anything to take notes on.. that was just fun to say.

Ehem. Back on track. He swivels back to spy mode, watching them with the discount microscope he got at the convenience store. They didn’t have any binoculars, so this was the closest thing to it... Whatever. If it worked, it worked. At least his hearing was pretty decent, and that was something that was probably worth more than superior vision right now.

Takao is currently directing all of his attention to the small gourmet cake they received from said cafe. Aomine snuck in earlier, hood on and not looking suspicious at all, and he confirms that Midorima bought it for him. Score one for the blackmail material.

Midorima, meanwhile, looks annoyed for no visible reason. Not that Aomine can tell, exactly - it could be that it’s his normal face, but honestly, it really makes no difference, does it?

Suddenly, Midorima speaks up, and Aomine strains his hearing once more to listen in.

“Takao.”

Takao looks up, looking a bit confused. “Whatcha need, Shin-chan?”

Aomine leans in a bit closer. Yep, Midorima is definitely annoyed - his eyebrows are leaning down more than usual, and he’s staring daggers at his friend. “You...”

He picks up a napkin and wipes off the side of Takao’s mouth. Now that Aomine is actually looking, he sees crumbs on his face. He clucks to himself - what a day. Not only did he witness Midorima listening to someone, but also care about something other than himself? Legendary.

Must be that holiday spirit. Didn’t kick up snow for nothing after all!

“If I’m to be seen with you, at least make an effort to look presentable.”

Takao had been looking surprised, but soon recovered into a bright smile, a small chuckle leaving his lips. “Thanks for that, Shin-chan.”

“It’s nothing.”

Aomine nods to himself. Yep, definitely dating. Now.. why can’t they just kiss already? Get rid of all that sexual tension, and then he can burst in and laugh at their faces. He was starting to get pretty chilly.

Maybe he’ll eat some of that chocolate. It’s sure to be nice and warm.

iii. Evening

Not gonna lie, Aomine is getting pretty tired of it all. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea - not only has he been watching them all day to no avail, they never outright stated their love for each other the entire time. At this point, even he was rooting for them - just kiss already, damnit!

That’s a big reason why he’s still here, hiding behind a wall as he watches them walk around in the park. The sun is starting to set, and honestly, if they didn’t kiss this time, he was going to smash their faces together -- Well, okay. Maybe not to that extreme. But still, it was really frustrating not seeing their.... admittedly, they do have chemistry, and it wasn’t going anywhere.

He squinted towards the two with his trusty sidekick, the microscope, hoping that they’re engaging in some sort of romantic talk that would lead towards his blackmail being complete.

“-- give you something,” Midorima finished, stopping in his tracks.

“Huh?” Takao didn’t realize the shooter had stopped, and turned around to face him, a quizzical expression crossing his face. “What is it?”

“....here.” Midorima quickly shoved a small box in his hands.

“I told you already, Shin-chan, you don’t have to give me my lucky item everyday anymore--”

“It’s not that.”

“Okaaay...” Takao opens the box carefully, and his eyes widen a bit as he discovers what it is. “This watch looks way too expensive! I can’t take this!”

“Just accept it.” Midorima looks away nervously. Aomine stares at him - is that a blush? Is Midorima Shintarou blushing? Truly, today is a day of miracles.

“..Well, if you insist! Thanks, Shin-chan, you’re the best!” And in what must be the shock of the day, Takao goes onto his tiptoes and kisses Midorima on the cheek.

...And even though Aomine had been planning this all day, he realizes he didn’t want to ruin it after all. It’s Christmas Eve, anyway, and even Midorima deserves happiness.

He leaves them be.

#knbss15 #dailykiseki #kurooto #kuroko no basuke #midotaka #midorima shintarou #aomine daiki #takao kazunari #knb #my writing

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KnB Secret Santa 2015

After much blood, sweat, and tears (in the span of four hours, no really 70% of this had been speed-written in four hours), I’ve finally fINISHED THIS BEAUTIFUL THING.

BUT I AM LATE. ｜−・;）

SO I MUST APOLOGIZE. OTL

My only excuse is... life hates it when I ignore it, so it drowns me in responsibilities. .-.

(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻

But anyways, this gift is for Friend #19, who is pantsu a.k.a. @weirderes~! :D You haven’t answered my anon asks (which kind of made me wonder if this is really your url...) so I have no idea how you’re doing, but hopefully, you’ll see this someday--and if not, we’ll at least some AkaKuro fans will be entertained by this! ;D

So anyway, this is an AkaKuro oneshot set four years after the canon story (the GoM are in their second year of college) and the two Akashi personas are practically bros now. It’s December 23 and Akashi is hosting a party for his old friends in his apartment. Unfortunately, he gets incapacitated before the party starts. Σ(￣ロ￣lll)

I’ve taken up pantsu’s second request, which is “AkaKuro Christmas fluff”~! But since I was mad with sleeplessness, I’ve also somehow incorporated the first and third requests in, as well! What are they? You’ll see. >u>

To the AkaKuro fans, feel free to review this! (Though watch out for it in FFNet and AO3 next Christmas, as I missed my chance to post it there...) And I hope you guys like it, especially you, pantsu-chan~! ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

Word Count: 3,911

Note: This is actually my first time officially writing Akashi and his point of view. Hopefully, I won’t disappoint. And also, it might sound like the author has not been sleeping lately. .-.

@kurokonosanta please do your thang! (づ￣ ³￣)づ

Also, we should thank the admins of the secret santa affair with fanfics and fan art.

Of Handcuffs and Candlelight

When Seijuurou woke up, he hadn’t expected to feel so cold. After all, it was always in his habit—ever since he could remember things—to properly bundle up when sleeping, as his body temperature was quite sensitive. And so he couldn’t help shivering and being confused as he groggily turned on his… bed?

Seijuurou blinked away the last of his sleepiness and observed his surroundings. There was a scent of jasmine in the air. The scenery outside his window was dark and the room was dimly lit, so it was safe to assume that it was past sundown. It seems that he was currently in the bedroom of his own apartment, after several moments of calculation—and this was his bed; he couldn’t mistake the fluffy-lumpy-ness of the pillows for any other than his own—but for some reason, the place didn’t look like his usual bedroom. The walls were decorated with festive red berries, the floor had ribbons, clothes, and gift wrappers strewn all over it, the ceiling had red and green balloons stuck floating up there, and—were those real burning candles on his dresser?

God, maybe this was just a dream. The pounding in his head still hadn’t gone away and he felt sore all over. The redhead was about to sit up when something held his wrists back and made him flop back on the mattress. What on earth…? Seijuurou stared blankly at the object tied on him.

It was a handcuff.

Seijuurou turned to his other wrist.

Another handcuff.

Hours later, the Akashi heir would deny that he had broken into a cold sweat at that precise moment.

Seijuurou tried desperately to reign in his growing panic at the situation. It wasn’t unusual for him to feel the emotion—there were several instances in his young life in which the redhead encountered it like any average person—so it was fairly easy to keep his cool, but the strangeness of his current position planted dread in him. Why was he handcuffed to his own bed? Why was his head pounding so hard? And why were there Christmas decorations inside his room?

Calm yourself, big brother.

Despite the pain, Seijuurou couldn’t help lifting his eyes heavenward at the sound of the familiar inner voice. Thank you for stating the obvious.

I am merely trying to help, said the voice similar to his matter-of-factly. Your anxiety will not be of aid in ridding those cuffs, after all.

“I know,” muttered Seijuurou dejectedly, testing how far his hands could reach his side tables. They succeeded, but not by a large margin—Seijuurou could only touch the edges of the furniture, and even that strained the metal against his wrists. Damn queen-sized bed.

His head still hurt, but the rest of his body was awake enough to start moving. Gingerly, he tried to retract his legs, but found something tugging them back. Seijuurou craned his neck to see what it was, and almost whined a curse when he did.

Two pieces of rope—handkerchiefs?—were the culprits.

Am I really a prisoner of my own home right now?

I do believe so, yes. But fear not. It would seem that this is a gift for you.

Seijuurou frowned, fighting the urge to tug at the handkerchiefs restraining his feet. And just how is this a gift, little brother?

Look down at yourself.

When Seijuurou did, he couldn’t help but gape. No wonder he was shivering—he was clad in just his boxers!

Hands and feet chained to the bed, semi-nakedness, dim lighting in a bedroom… Surely you can see where this is going, brother.

The pounding in Seijuurou’s head worsened into dizziness as he flopped back down on the pillows. Oh, good lord... He shut his eyes close and groaned in frustration. I’m going to be violated. In my own apartment.

Oh, will you—can you please refrain from jumping to conclusions? We are not going to be raped.

The conviction in his other self’s voice made Seijuurou’s eyes slowly open and his body relax against the downy mattress. Sometimes, his “little brother” was actually a good ki—

Not while I’m awake and there’s a fountain pen by our alarm clock.

Dual red orbs stared blankly at the balloon-covered ceiling. After a beat, Seijuurou sighed in resignation. Never mind.

What? It’s a viable idea, isn’t it? snapped his brother, sounding affronted. Hearing his tone almost made Seijuurou chuckle in tired fondness. More often than not, he still found himself amazed at the fact that the other voice residing inside him had gradually fleshed out into a real identity during the past four years, since Seijuurou’s return to the surface, by just becoming more talkative and open as the days pass. “Little brother”, as he’d come to address him—since they both agreed on that fateful match against America that they weren’t truly separate from each other to ever need different names—was nothing if not virtually his twin in almost every aspect. They both loved their hobbies, which stayed the same, and the same intelligence and determination they poured into everything they did was never lost even if they switch places.

Funnily enough, his brother rarely desired to take over these days. Seijuurou had always offered, since they were sharing the same body and he also had a right to use it, but the heterochromatic-eyed version of himself found no incentive in doing so. It would seem that after their first defeat, a huge part of their soul had been freed and comforted and his brother no longer felt trapped under all that pressure. He was content enough to watch most of the time. And Seijuurou quickly found that he liked getting to know his other self better throughout these years. He had even gotten used to his “extreme” tendencies. But still…

Can we please not discuss this right now? groaned the monochromatic-eyed Seijuurou. My head still feels like it was split into two and I am really not in the mood to talk you down about maiming whoever did this with a writing tool.

Fortunately, his other self opted to grumble a petulant response and otherwise let him be. Now, to figure out what happened to him before all of this and how he got this hangover—

Brother, you didn’t get drunk.

Seijuurou blinked in confusion. “What?” What do you mean? If I’m not, then what is this pain?

“You’re finally awake.”

The familiar voice both froze the redhead’s breath and quickened his pulse. He could even feel his other self’s pleasant surprise. Attraction truly was a strange phenomenon—just a small reminder of how mortal and imperfect Akashi Seijuurou actually was, no matter how much he had to delude himself into thinking the opposite for the sake of coping up with his harsh and strict life.

Seijuurou turned to the window, where a door leading to a small balcony was placed next to and the door to the bathroom stood. Out of the dim shadows and dark-colored curtains emerged one Kuroko Tetsuya, with his signature pale-blue hair, matching eyes, and that soft, creamy-looking skin.

A heartbeat later, the redhead realized that he had noticed the other young man’s pallor more clearly because of his state of undress.

Brother, are you sure we’re not drunk? Or high? Or dreaming? asked Seijuurou almost desperately, trying not to ogle at the low-riding shorts on Kuroko’s hips—how the glow of the candles casted such tantalizing planes on his skin.

I am quite certain. Besides, if Tetsuya wanted to seduce us, he would not want us to forget that he did, would he?

Despite the gravity of the situation, a tingling spark shot through Seijuurou’s nerves.

Tetsuya didn’t know whether to laugh or jump in joy. The fact that he was right here—in Akashi-kun’s apartment, with him and Akashi-kun in only their underwear—was a beautiful miracle, alright. A Christmas Miracle that almost made him weep.

And what’s even better was that they were all alone!

Several resounding thuds and dull yells suddenly echoed from behind the door to the rest of the apartment.

Well, not exactly.

He watched as Akashi start at the sounds and stare confusedly at the door. Tetsuya had to stop himself from inwardly squealing. That cute frown and pure-looking red eyes were just too much for his heart.

“Kuroko, what is going on?” asked Akashi hesitantly, glancing at him. Suddenly, a shiver passed through his half-naked form and the action snapped Tetsuya out of his reverie.

“Ah, forgive me. You must’ve been freezing.” The blunette hurried to cover his redheaded friend’s body—much to his dismay—with a blanket and a comforter. He then placed the back of his hand against the other’s neck. Understandably, Akashi flinched and tried to move away.

“You’re cold,” remarked the redhead, wincing.

“No, you’re just hot.”

Akashi’s eyes widened.

“I mean, warm,” corrected Tetsuya hurriedly, relieved that his voice hadn’t wavered from its usual monotonous tone. “You’re warm. Not surprising since you have a fever.”

Now Akashi looked even more surprised. “A fever? When? How?”

“Just this morning. We let ourselves in to start preparing for the party, but when we decided to check on you, we found you burning up with fever. So I watched over you while the others did my part.” Admitting what he did the whole day felt quite embarrassing, but the blunette also wanted to let Akashi know that he was the one who did the job.

He watched as Akashi frowned some more, until finally, his expression settled into one of discernment. Tetsuya couldn’t help smiling softly. It looked like he was speaking to his other self once again. The blunette was really glad that Akashi’s senses had been dulled by his fever, otherwise, he wouldn’t get away with his incessant staring. Akashi didn’t even notice that Tetsuya was watching him the whole time he was awake. Who would’ve thought that leaving Akashi Seijuurou to his own devices would be that adorable?

“How did I get sick, though…?” mumbled the redhead, staring up at the ceiling.

“I believe it’s because you overexerted yourself yesterday at our game.”

Akashi turned to him. “Our game?”

“You don’t remember?” asked Tetsuya, surprised.

The redhead shook his head. “Everything’s still quite hazy and my head is throbbing. What happened?”

At the question, Tetsuya had to look away from those glossy red eyes. He sat down on the bed next to Akashi. “We lost a bet to Takao-kun, so we had to play one basketball game while cross-dressing.” Powder-blue orbs sneaked a glance at the corner of his eye and Tetsuya found himself blinking at the image of Akashi Seijuurou looking away to the side, with a bit of dark color dusting his cheeks. The blunette couldn’t ascertain it because of the dimness, but he was sure the redhead was actually blushing.

And now, the thought was making him blush.

“Ah…” began Akashi, clearing his throat. “Now I remember. And the cold had most likely seeped into me because of our outfits, yes?”

Tetsuya nodded, looking at anything besides the other young man. “Yes, I believe so. The game had left you exhausted and more vulnerable to sickness. We shouldn’t have let Akashi-kun linger any further after it ended.”

“It’s alright,” waved off the redhead. “Unless you think I’m still sick and can’t join the party tonight…?”

Tetsuya then let himself fully observe the other. He couldn’t tell much about Akashi’s pallor—again, due to the lighting—but he seemed to be okay now, judging from his steady breathing and lack of sweat. “It seems you’re fit to join the gift exchange, at least.”

“That’s good,” sighed the redhead. “Now, I have a few questions.” At Tetsuya’s nod, he continued. “First, what happened to my room?”

Tetsuya had to chuckle at that. “Aomine-kun, Kise-kun, and Kagami-kun made a mess of the decorations, so they decided to dump all the extra decor and trash here for now.”

“They’re going to regret that. Did they put those candles there?”

“No, I did, but they’re from Momoi-san. The scent is nice, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is. I must remember to thank her. Why am I only in my boxers?”

“I had to give you a sponge bath a while ago. I’m really sorry I hadn’t immediately tucked you in. I accidentally spilled juice on my clothes after I had just finished on you so I had to take a bath first. I was hoping the air would help stabilize your body temperature while I was away.”

“It’s no big deal,” said Akashi, glancing away with that darkness in his cheeks once again. “But now that brings us to the main questions.”

“Which are?”

This time, Akashi looked dead-serious at him. “Why am I tied to my bed and when am I going to be released?”

Despite the entrancing glow of Akashi’s eyes, the slight pout of the redhead’s lips caught Tetsuya’s attention more and before he knew it, he was laughing mirthfully at the image.

Akashi’s frown deepened. “Really, Kuroko, you were actually going to let me suffer in this position for several more minutes? My wrists are hurting already.”

Tetsuya laughed some more, before starting to climb onto the lap of a startled Akashi. “You’re tied to the bed,” answered the blunette as he sobered up, “because I wanted it so, and you’re going to be released when I want you to be.”

… Good god…

I told you this was a gift.

Beneath his nonchalant demeanor, Tetsuya was panicking. He was on Akashi-kun’s lap—covered by the comforter, unfortunately, but still—and he was actually starting his attack on the redhead right now. So far, Akashi was undoubtedly shocked and there was no trace of disgust or horror in his expression. In fact, he seemed almost pleased...

The blunette had to swallow at the piercing gaze he was given.

“You did this?” asked Akashi, his voice lowering. Tetsuya felt like he might shiver at the reverberation it evoked.

“Yes, since it’s about time you stop running from me and start talking,” replied Tetsuya, eyes hard with warning.

But Akashi looked away. “What are you talking about? And why are you naked?”

“Three months ago, Akashi-kun. Three months ago, you kissed me on the mouth while I was asleep.” At the mention of it, the redhead’s eyes flickered and his brows slightly creased.

“And yes, I hadn’t actually been sleeping that time,” he added when Akashi was about to reply.

“So?” said Akashi after a while, at a loss with what to say.

“So what does it mean?” countered Tetsuya.

For a time, both of them were silent. The muted noise from outside the bedroom did little to interrupt their individual reveries. Midorima could be heard lecturing Kise and Takao on the finer points of gift-wrapping. Momoi’s voice echoed as she reprimanded Aomine about him drinking so early in the evening. Kagami and Murasakibara were bickering about the cake while Himuro acted as the referee. The other guests were laughing and shouting about something, and both of them knew that Akashi’s apartment was packed with people tonight.

“It means I like you.”

Tetsuya whipped his head up to meet Akashi’s eyes, softened by the candlelight and lamplight.

“You haven’t given up on me in high school, Kuroko,” continued the redhead, smiling softly. “And even after that, year after year, you would continue to reach out to me. I’m not quite sure when it all started but once we had graduated, I already knew what I was feeling for you.”

“So then…” Tetsuya could feel his heart beating faster. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Akashi’s eyes looked up at the ceiling. “Because it’s not easy being with me. If I told you what I felt, what would happen to us?”

“That doesn’t sound like the Akashi-kun I know of,” teased the blunette softly.

Akashi stared back at him with apprehensive eyes. “If we got together, then what about my father?”

Tetsuya fell silent at that. He had a point. While he knew that Akashi-kun was mostly free from the pressure of being perfect in his father’s eyes now, he still can’t escape the duties of an heir. The redhead can hide here in his apartment all he wants—wanting to be free from his father’s presence was the reason why Akashi bought this place for college—but he still can’t ignore that his father controls a part of his life. And while Akashi-kun is not yet his own man, with his own money and own successes, he has no choice but to answer to the older Akashi.

“Then I’ll just have to prove to him that I’ll be invaluable to you and to him.”

Akashi’s eyes widened. “Kuroko, that’s—“

“I like you, too, Akashi-kun.”

When the redhead couldn’t reply just yet, Tetsuya surged on. “I can’t offer much right now and we’re still a bit young, but I’m going to work hard so that I can prove myself to you and to the world that I can proudly stand beside you. Because I like you, Akashi-kun, and I want this, and if you want this, too, then why can’t we try this?”

Akashi was still staring by the time the words escaped Tetsuya. All he had left to say was that, “Don’t you ever just want to take a leap of faith and see where it lands you?”

It took a while but slowly, Akashi’s serious expression morphed and he started smiling. “Taking the jump doesn’t sound so bad every now and then.”

Tetsuya couldn’t help but return the expression as his heart swelled. They stared at each other’s eyes—magenta red and powder blue—studying their reflections in them. The blunette didn’t know who started moving first, but before he knew it, he was inches closer to the redhead. He put his hands against Akashi’s covered chest and leaned ever closer towards his face.

“Kurokocchi, we’re gonna eat now! Is Akashicchi okay now?”

The knocks and muffled shout startled the two young men on the bed, and they both stared at the door in the process. Tetsuya was cursing his blonde ex-teammate for ruining the moment.

“Oi, don’t shout. He might still be sleeping,” said Kagami’s voice in response to Kise’s.

“He’s taking a while, though. Ya think he’s doing something to Akashi already?” commented Aomine jokingly, joining the two.

“Like what, you idiot?” Now that was Midorima.

“Taking pictures of Aka-chin, maybe? He doesn’t usually get sick. This is Kuro-chin’s chance.” And now there’s Murasakibara, with a bit of crunching in his words.

“Guys, stop crowding here. You’re going to wake Akashi-kun up!” scolded Momoi in a furious whisper.

“If I open this door and you are all still next to it, I will kick you out.”

Tetsuya flinched at the loud commanding voice, turning to Akashi to find his left eye yellow-gold instead of the usual red. Then, a sudden scampering of feet sounded off behind the door, accompanied by nervous bickering.

The heterochromatic-eyed Akashi huffed. “Honestly, they have no tact.” Strangely, the action made Tetsuya chuckle and out of fondness, he couldn’t help kissing the other’s cheek. It surprised Akashi, but he quickly leaned forward and the last thing Tetsuya’s sight noticed was the gold shifting to red.

Dry lips slid against his, but the blunette could care less about its texture. What mattered the most in that exact moment was that, after months of pining and wishing and making himself more visible in Akashi-kun’s eyes, he was finally right here in his arms.

A clinking of metal and creaking of the bed called his attention and Tetsuya opened his eyes to find the redhead fluttering his at the same time. “So… do you have any immediate plans of releasing me yet?” asked Akashi in a suggestive, playful tone.

The blunette blinked and looked up to see that other’s wrists were still in cuffs.

Well… almost in his arms.

“And really, why are you half-naked?”

He laughed softly at Akashi’s slight pout. Did the redhead even realize that he was pouting? “Well, I was hoping to have my way with you as punishment for letting me wait all those years…” confessed Tetsuya with a wicked glint in his eyes. To his credit, Akashi-kun’s brows raised a fraction, surprised at his boldness, and he dared to ogle at his undressed form. “But seeing as people are still around us, I guess this game can wait.”

Akashi, with his head clear, was finally feeling himself back in his element. “But what if you can’t chain me next time?” he asked with a smirk.

Tetsuya leaned over and rubbed his nose against Akashi’s, resting his forehead against his. “You’ll let me catch you, since I’m your Christmas gift,” he whispered, his heart swelling in happiness.

It swelled even more when the redhead captured his lips once again.

No fair, big brother! I was the one who scared them away.

Shut up and wait for your turn.

Seijuurou sighed in relief as the last of his guests finally left the building and the Christmas party was officially over. Looking around, he was glad that he had guilt-tripped them into cleaning his apartment.

You should’ve let me do it. They would’ve moved faster, I’m sure.

Cut them some slack. You’re too frightening, brother.

He walked around to check all rooms—sweet, sweet freedom after being tied to his own bed—and soon enough, found himself standing in front of his bedroom. He had let Kuroko sleep inside since he had been kind enough to take care of him while he was sick.

Technically, he did that because he was scheming something…

Details, details. Just go already. You know you’ve been impatient to see him since we left the bedroom.

Steeling himself and lightly squeezing the wrapped box he had in hand, Seijuurou opened the door. The room was still in the same mess—albeit no more trash on the floor—and the same dimness and jasmine scent in the air, but this time, there was something different on his bed.

Or rather, a certain half-naked someone who was clearly wide awake and smiling coyly at him.

Seijuurou suddenly remembered all the times someone in his party had looked at him and Kuroko with a smile or a meaningful look during the past few hours. He couldn’t say he was bothered much about it. In fact, it gave him a sense of peace and security knowing that they really were friends who cared about him.

“So, are you ready for your gift, Akashi-kun?” asked Kuroko, twirling those damn handcuffs.

Seijuurou chuckled and crawled onto the bed until he was kneeling atop the blunette’s form. He couldn’t help smirking mischievously when Kuroko gasped softly at him.

“If you’re ready for mine, Tetsuya.”

End

OMG I AM SORRY WAS IT TOO CORNY I’M REALLY SORRY THIS IS MY FIRST TIME I HOPE I HADN’T RUINED IT TOO MUCH I WAS REALLY SLEEPY WHEN I WROTE THE BULK OF THIS BUT I’M GLAD YOU READ THIS I CAN DIE HAPPY NOW AS THE TRASH THAT I REALLY AM OKay i should stop yelling

Bonus:

“H-Honestly… A-Akashi-kun… you’d… mmmn… do… well to l-learn… ahh … p-patience…”

“I’ve have enough of that in the past four years I’ve let my idiot other self wait for the ‘right moment’. Now let me have my kiss.”

And to think that you had been planning to stab our little perpetrator here with a fountain pen…

Don’t worry, brother. We can stab him with something else as revenge for looking far too delectable in that game’s maid outfit yesterday.

… Huh. Something to consider.

How do they say it again? “Pretty please”?

Belated Merry Christmas and Happy New Year~! ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

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