This is the first time I ever posted in other language, my teacher has said that I should practice before my final exam, so I hope you can help me kindly with corrections (˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ ) ... and is a AkaFuri because I love them.
These drabbles were posted in the past in Spanish, I have decided to translate them into English and re-upload them. Please, enjoy c:
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It was not love at first sight, nor something that was in the stars. Their fate was not yet written, nor did their souls merge into one the first time they met, in fact it was something more like intimidation and terror.
Because Seijūrō Akashi thought he was pathetic.
And Kouki Furihata thought he was scary.
Akashi didn't even stop to give him the importance that Furihata deserved, he had continued to ignore him during that winter cup Game. Furihata was too busy trembling at the overwhelming effect of the situation.
There was no touch of hands or gawking gazes.
If Akashi had paid attention he would have realized that despite all the boy had a barely lively determination and very nice brown eyes. And if Kouki had looked beyond the intimidating aura of his opponent, it would have evoked the time when teenagers had that fetish for romances clichés between the popular boy and the shy girl, with lavish cars and cashmere sweaters included.
The odds of meeting a second time were nil. The options for falling in love didn't exist. But there are times in life where everything seems to be aligned so that two people inevitably cross into a sweet and memorable encounter. That was not one of those times, or at least it was memorable for the wrong reasons.
When Akashi and Kouki did talk for the first time, it did not turn out to be more romantic than the first time they met.