NOTE: Hello! Here I post one of my drabbles and I hope you like it. Sorry if you find some terrible mistake. I don't trust in my english :c Anyway, thanks for reading!

SCARED BOY

Kuroko Tetsuya's panting was less and less audible. The skyblue-haired boy was the quiet type. Always still, always calm. Almost nothing could destabilize him. Akashi Seijuurou was the only exception, of course.

Akashi was really strange. He had entered Kuroko's life like the savior of his days, like the one that would solve all of his problems. He had been the one who gave Kuroko his game style. Kuroko would always be grateful to him for that. He had admired Akashi. Sometimes, he had even considered him superior. He was the leader of the Kiseki no Sedai. He was almost a god.

But Akashi was not God.

And Kuroko discovered that the day he noticed the need of control of his partner had carried everyone to be something absolutely unrecognizable, the day Ogiwara's dreams had been trampled. The same day the promise he had helped to build with his best friend was shattered. Akashi wasn't God, because God knew how to love.

And Akashi didn't.

Nevertheless, yet still, Kuroko had been hurt. The fact that his object of admiration (and, secretly, love) did that had caused an injury in the skyblue-haired boy's chest. An injury that started healing when he saw Akashi lost, when Seirin defeated Rakuzan.

After that, Akashi had begun to be the same as before everything started, the one Kuroko had fallen in love with without notice, the savior. Akashi had treated him and the other members of the Kiseki no Sedai as friends again. And It was… wonderful. It was fantastic. It was… It was…

It was too good to be true.

So the day Akashi kissed him and wrapped him with caresses to be gone later, leaving him all alone, Kuroko said to himself he shouldn't be surprised for that action. Nevertheless, it hurt. Nevertheless, tears were falling. Akashi thought he knew everything but that was what demonstrated he didn't know a thing. He was just a scared boy who didn't know how to deal with his own emotions and much less with those of others. A boy who hid behind power and dominance for the world not to see his lackings. Kuroko knew all that, he had managed to comprehend it.

But, why did it continue hurting?

Kuroko saw his own reflection in the mirror of the bathroom, wiping his tears away and trying to regulate his breathing. He washed his hands and face and obliged himself to swallow hard. He knew that Akashi would never be at the same level as any deity, that he was a simple boy. A simple scared boy.

"Ah, here you were, Tetsuya," the red-haired boy appeared in the entrance to the bathroom, frowning when seeing Kuroko's face, "What's going on? Did something wrong happen?"

His voice was very soft, gentle as anyone's.

Kuroko tried to smile.

"Nothing, Akashi-kun."

And tried, too, to do as if nothing was happening, as if nothing had happened between them.

Akashi smiled with infinite affection, with a warmth that reached his bicolored eyes, and offered him a hand.

Kuroko stared at it, before accepting it. He was weak, he always fell again, he always believed again, and he always loved again. He was a simple human being. Like Akashi, he was a simple boy too. A simple scared boy.

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23/11/15