"Akashi-kun, let's go out."

"Okay."

If Kuroko was drinking his favorite vanilla milkshake, or another beverage for that matter, he would've choked on it upon hearing Akashi's answer which came out barely two seconds later; his heartbeat started to increase twofold as his eyes fixated on Akashi, who seemed unaffected of what was happening, and stopped in his tracks. Did he hear it right? Was Akashi really accepting his feelings? He didn't mean to spill out the beans, really, as he thought that Akashi didn't see him other than a teammate, and he only meant it as a harmless joke to break the silence between them—even though he really did like Akashi. But, did Akashi just say 'Okay'? Didn't it mean their feelings were mutual all along? "…Akashi-kun, are you serious?"

Sensing that Kuroko had stopped walking, Akashi turned around to see the bluehead's surprisingly startled expression. He unconsciously blinked at Kuroko, taking a step closer toward him, he then said in a serious tone, "Yes, Kuroko, let's go out."

Kuroko was speechless. He was sure that his cheeks were now tainted with the faintest colour of pink. Trying to calm down himself and keep his straight face on, he breathed out, "You're not joking around, right, Akashi-kun?"

"Of course," Akashi offered him a small smile, "Where do you want to go, Kuroko?"

"Huh?" What…?

"You said you wanted to go out with me; where do you want to go?" Akashi looked confused, "And why is your face all red? Is the cold weather starting to make you feel uncomfortable? If so, let's hurry then, so you won't catch a cold."

If Kuroko was speechless because of Akashi's choice of words before that had him interpreted them as the answer of his true feelings, he became speechless again that Akashi indeed wanted to go out with him as in going somewhere with him. He fought back the urge to facepalm.

"Kuroko, are you pouting?" Akashi asked as he studied Kuroko's face after a moment of silence, snapping Kuroko out of his thoughts. Seeing his captain's confused expression, he either wanted to smack his head or pinch his cheeks.

Kuroko deadpanned, "No, Akashi-kun, I'm definitely not pouting."

"…? Do you still want to go out with me?" Akashi asked again, and if Kuroko didn't know the real meaning behind his words, that he didn't ask him out on a date, he would've been really happy. "How about we go to the bookstore? I saw a new bestseller novel a few days ago and I thought the genre is to your liking."

"Yes, of course, Akashi-kun. I'd love to go out with you…" Kuroko whispered out the next sentence, "…to the bookstore, it is."

"…but you're still pouting, Kuroko."

Akashi-kun can't be this dense, can he?

"I said I'm not pouting, Akashi-kun." Kuroko was being defensive, "Let's just continue walking. You're right, I think I might've caught a cold."

Kuroko sighed. Even the smartest boy like Akashi, who had perfect grades under his belt and amazing brain, could be really oblivious and dense when it came to love. Sometimes, he wondered, how could he fall for Akashi, who obviously showed zero interest in him?

Disappointed, Kuroko decided to walk away first, leaving Akashi who seemingly didn't have any intention to chase after him, seeing him off instead.

Watching Kuroko's back slowly went farther, the image of a pouting Kuroko playing in the back of Akashi's mind; how his cheeks were reddening, how he looked like he was ready to punch someone awhile ago, and how he looked so embarrassed that he had to hold himself back to kiss him. Kuroko was really cute.

Akashi smirked.

He wasn't entirely dense, after all.

I didn't know what was I even writing, and I'm sorry if there are some errors, and thank you for reading! Happy akakuro week 2016!~