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Note: I know I'm the worst for making this without updating my other story, but I just want to post it. I know this idea is common but just want to make this.
'It pumps your name.
It calls your name.
Listen to my heart you'll hear your name.
P.s Even from afar.'
Furihata Kouki felt like sighing. He doesn't know what to feel really. It was rather chaotic and unexplainable, with no right word to describe his emotions.
Previously, for the equivalent of seven consecutive weeks and counting, several different love phrases were being placed on his shoe drawer without him knowing who the sender was.
The mystery person behind this sickeningly sweet verses always states about the love for him, not excluding the one in hand, and occasionally making a few lame pick-up lines, probably, to please him.
Straight two days, since this event started, as he was expecting as a freakin' joke to make him look like a stupid fool, and he disregarded the letters and threw everything away. He may have been weak and gullible, but he wasn't dumb to be easily fooled. Expectantly, the third day came in ease, however upon cornering his drawer to change his shoes; he found new composed rhyme words on the same plain white sheet as yesterday. Thus perturbed over this, as the prankster didn't cease, the brunette decided on that same day to leave a reply saying that if this was all a stupid prank then this nonsense should be stop that instant. The next day Furihata received a respond:
'Are you a drug because I'm addicted to you.'
That made the brown-haired guy's eyebrows creased in a frown. The reply followed. The letters were neatly written as if the sender wrote the letters in delicate passion, as if wanted to impress him by its tidiness.
'Furihata Kouki, I know this is unexpected and unbelievable. But let me speak first, but at this point write. It depends on you if you're going to believe me or not, nevertheless I hope for the former.
Furihata after I lay my eyes on you I've never stopped watching you. I like everything about you, that's true. The way you move your eyelids provocatively (it's just me), as if you were seducing me. The way you speak, the way you walk to sway your hips, everything about you made me want to hug you in every way possible. And your smile, it never ceased to complete my day. I have to completely restrain myself to avoid hugging you in hallways or in any other places. You've made me like this Furi. I'm not blaming you because the fault was all in me. But partly you have your own faults, for being simply irresistible and pretty. For being you, Furihata.
But as of now, I can't reveal my true identity albeit I want it otherwise. Those things will be settled on the right time. I will settle this one thing though, that all of these aren't pranks or whatever you thought it is. I'm sincere and I'm betting my sexuality on the line.'
At the end of the letter Furihata's face was already consumed with red, heating furiously and mirroring the ripe tomatoes of its redness. He didn't expect those things to read. Literally, his heart skips a beat a hundred times as he continued reading until the end. The entire thing was a real shock to him to the point where he stayed rigid on his feet at that moment and if not for Kuroko (said the Shadow himself) who called him a few times already, he would possibly be staying in the same position for a long period of time.
Despite that, he couldn't whisk the feeling of suspicion towards the one behind it because it was rare for an ordinary guy like him to receive a letter composed of love confession. He conceded that with no hurt feelings, maybe, a little.
The Seirin player wanted but dreaded to ask the mystery sender when he could meet him since it was quite creepy for someone watching him everywhere but decided against it in the end, knowing the person would not reveal 'itself'. Therefore, he decisively buried everything about it inside.
But then some realization happened after then.
As I say earlier, Kuroko wake him from his shock stance, unfortunately by that same day, Kuroko had found out about the anonymous sender, or the bluenette labeled it as his admirer. But for Furihata it should be stalker, he shivered at his own thought. They'd been wondering of the sender's sexuality until rereading the last few words the unknown person used in his letter.
'I'm betting my sexuality on the line.'
With only that, Kuroko deduced the sender to be a male, which made Furihata almost choke on his on spit.
No way. Right?
With his new knowledge, Furihata was back to corner one; though not like the first time, he was reluctant to throw all the letters away knowing it was made with effort but then quickly dismissed as he was constantly reminded about Kuroko's assumption on regards to the gender of the sender. He made a short reply of polite rejection, telling the anonymous that he was not a homo thus he should forget about him. In fact, he had several crushes in the female population in his past school years so he doesn't need to do ― sending letters ― everyday. The brunette ended the letter with a huge 'thank you' for the admiration though.
Unluckily the proceeding day, the unknown sender didn't stop since Furihata found another verse of,
'If I can't love you from afar then I will love you from the bottom of my heart.
I won't stop liking you.'
...and strangely enough Furihata doesn't feel any disgust at all. He wasn't hypocrite to deny that he felt his heart skipped a beat after reading the message. If anything, he could almost image himself smiling a bit inwardly.
However, he as well was aware of how a rejection felt for the receiver. It was painful and beyond explaining, because rejection was never knew to him.
Furihata got the phrase as enough answer. The other had chosen not to give up that easily. And Furihata could do nothing but sigh in disappointment. Despite that, he let the letter continued to flood.
As days passed, every word never ceased to amaze him. After sometimes, the letter was added by a few gifts such as chocolates or on rare occasion, flowers. Strangely, it would always bring a small smile to his lips and overwhelm his heart with unreadable emotion, but he doesn't want to duel anymore of that.
Lately, it became a routine of him to expect another letter from his shoe drawer everyday and excited to read the new message, making him giddy, though he desperately tried to hide it ― most especially Kuroko, who seemed to read him well.
Furihata could hear rather than feel the fast upbeat of his heartbeat producing a non-rhythm sound inside.
As the sixth week was approaching the turn of events became out of his control. The image of his dreams became rather erotic and more passionate than not as it continued to flow fluidly. A faceless figure was towered above him, and he knew the person was staring at him.
What's more difficult was the fact that he wasn't doing it with any female, more like a male. The details was vividly intact to his mind; the soft skin of the man felt like silk under his fingertips as it made his trip to the body, the man's muscles contracted as it move, the way their body swayed in the same rhythm, their combining groans and moans as the man moved inside him. It felt so real that sometimes he doubted if it really was just a dream.
It didn't help him mostly when he woke up with a wet pants and an obvious tent in his lower region and the annoying part that he desperately need a cold shower in the middle of the night. As those tantalizing nights proceeded to visit him, Furihata's emotions started to waver.
Questions started to construct about this happenings but had no answer, and it definitely confused him as the days became week.
As cowardly as it sound, Furihata doesn't want to know the answer. He was afraid to know of what might this sleepless nights all about, because perhaps, he might not like it or it may change his life forever.
Nowadays, the brunette was now debating of his own sexuality. For a few days, he kept on denying himself, mentally telling himself that he wasn't a homo. He tried hardly to focus his own attention to any girls to forget any remnants of memory about his weird dream. He tried, really tried, even the God above knew he tried, but it was to no avail. With the thought of kissing the girl he so long dream to experience didn't excite him like it was before. And by then he concluded and accepted it rather painfully that, maybe, he, Furihata... was gay.
More importantly, Furihata wondered, if he might have...fall in love with someone he doesn't know.
Is that even possible?
That is strongly one reason why Furihata was beginning to get irritated. He doesn't want to be blind for too long, and two months is quite absurd. How long will he be staying in the dark? It was quite frustrating to even think about.
Back to present, the brown-haired Seirin player couldn't help himself but sighed quite dramatically. He made his resolve this time. He decided to send a reply later in his lunch break to ask him to meet him this time, because he was tired with all of this.
"Good morning Furihata-kun."
The brunette jolted out of his musings, shoulders tensed for being startled and he nearly broke out a yelp of surprise upon hearing that monotone voice. He does have no idea why but he couldn't get use to Kuroko's presence at all, or lack there of. But he didn't comment more. He looked up from looking down on the paper and turned to the direction of the voice, greeting the blue-haired player with a faint smile.
"Morning."
Furihata trained his eyes to Kuroko as the teen changed into another pair of shoes mandatory for school. Before Kuroko could finish his deed, ― one hand outstretched to the rack to balance his body ― it seemed the bluenette caught the paper he held in his hand and muttered.
"Another one from him today." he stated knowingly. No one knew about this except Kuroko, Kawahara and Fukuda since they were the only person who he trusted to not spread this absurdity. His sexuality is out of the question though, no one had known yet, he was still hesitating to tell anyone about it.
He spared another glance at the paper for a moment before looking up at Kuroko again.
"Yeah," he said in a resign tone while releasing a slight breath.
"That person seems to be quite persistent for doing it every day. He must be sincere." Kuroko commented, straightening his body to stare squarely to Furihata.
"You think so?" the lingering doubt hinted on his voice.
"It seems to me. As we can see the effort that person puts in every letter, it was quite...precise," as if he was thinking for the right word to say, "and somehow in every word he write, every phrases he convey, it emphasizes each of his emotion that he kept inside him. That is aside from the sneaking into your shoe locker." the bluenette considered it deeply.
"What if this was all a joke? I don't wanna be a fool in this game." the last sentence was said under his breath and a clear exasperation could be hear, watching Kuroko with a frown if not a pout.
"What if it's not? What would you do?" The no. 11 player contradicted, not blinking.
Furihata didn't answer since he, himself was unsure of what to say. ― Yeah, what would you do Furihata, huh?, he mocked his own self.
"What did it say this time?" Kuroko inquired suddenly.
Surprised, Furihata didn't respond and instead reluctantly gave the piece of paper to let Kuroko read the inside. Immediately, baby blue eyes motioned to scan the content.
"I'm certain this isn't made to play you." Kuroko commented after a good few seconds.
Shrugging, the brunette pondered over his next response, "Maybe...not, I'm not really sure about that..." he looked away.
He felt rather than see Kuroko's stare directed at him for a long time with hint of scrutiny, as if inspecting him skeptically like a villain in jail, which made Furihata's heart beats erratically in nervousness, fidgeting and looking elsewhere but the bluenette just to avoid eye contact knowing the guy had the ability to read people's mind by only looking on their expression.
"There is something else, right?" Kuroko's tone was comprehensive and the brunette tensed up. He just hope it's not what he think it was. "Aside from the fact that you're afraid that you would end up like a fool in the end, there was the doubt that maybe you're starting to like this anonymous person which only did the courting through paper, am I right to assume it that way Furihata-kun?" Kuroko ceased and Furihata's expression was enough for Kuroko to press the matter. "The fear to accept an emotion towards someone that even a speck of hair you haven't seen of?"
In an instant, Furihata's tongue cut in short. He froze on his position, unsure of what to respond.
His blue-haired teammate was partly right with all his deduction. Furihata was still uncertain of his feelings though. He felt confuse and curious, and the thought of being a play thing in this game didn't bode well inside him.
But he didn't accept it that easily to Kuroko. "You could be wrong Kuroko. That would be impossible. How can you think something like that, is that even possible?" he said, but even himself didn't believe on his words.
"Considering it had been two months, I guess it's possible." Kuroko insisted.
"No of course not." he denied.
"If that's what you think then I don't know other way to change your mind. Most especially it's your feeling we're talking about here, but what I see is what I believe Furihata-kun." the underlying meaning of his words were left out, there is more of that than what it says. "Did you ask him if you can meet him already?" Kuroko asked, staring critically at the silent brunette.
This time, Furihata took the courage to meet pools of blue eyes only to find determination swimming in there.
"You believe he would agree if I ask him to meet me?" he inquired questioningly.
"I bet."
"Yo Furihata!" a loud voice echoed through out the hallway, cutting their converstation. Turning to it, they found their tall teammate Kagami Taiga casually making his way to their direction.
"Good morning Kagami-kun." the brunette greeted back with a smile.
Furihata noticed the redhead blink before his face covered with a tinge of red very faintly, or maybe it was just his imagination talking when he saw it had vanished.
"Good morning Kagami-kun."
The Light bolted straight up in shock before relaxing and glared at Kuroko.
"Will you stop popping out everywhere like a fucking ghost." he gritted between his teeth.
"I'm here earlier than you and I've been talking with Furihata-kun since I arrived." a meaningful look thrown to Kagami that didn't go unnoticed by Furihata, though he didn't understand anything about that thus he only shrugged it away.
Kagami opted to turn to Furihata, maybe for some confirmation and when he nodded the tall teen sigh. The human-tiger glanced back to Kuroko to sneer.
"I told you I don't lie." Kuroko said bluntly.
"Don't lie my ass." the redhead scoffed.
"I'm telling the truth."
Kagami made a face at his Shadow, "Whatever you say idiot." he went to his drawer ― three rows down to Furihata's ― to collect his own change of pair. Then he added mockingly, "You're presence is priceless Kuroko."
"I accept that as a compliment Kagami-kun. Thank you." Kuroko replied flatly.
"It's up to you." but in a growl.
Furihata watched their banter until the bell rang off the entire building. Chuckling slightly at the two, Furihata straightened, "I have to go now." Furihata bid politely before walking away, leaving two people staring meaningfully at each other.
"You still have no idea who's the guy? Man, he really is discreet." Fukuda, the taller of the trio commented after Furihata showed them another letter from the mystery guy. Leaning his chin against his open palm, he yawned sleepily. "I'm sleepy." he mumbled to himself.
The group was hauled in one of the table inside the canteen to loiter their lunch break.
"Yeah, but I'm impressed with his guts to continue courting Furihata without introducing himself for this long." Kawahara agreed, glimpsing at Furihata who didn't look up from his food since they began eating.
"Guts? He doesn't even show himself, you still think he has guts? I don't think so." Fukuda contradicted the semi-bald raven against his words, huffing slightly.
"Possibly, one of his reasons for hiding was the fact that he was a guy! He's afraid that Furihata will get disgusted with him and would reject him. What do you think Furi?" Kawahara asked the brunette who kept silence the entire minute.
Startled, Furihata looked up from his food and watched them with questioning eyes.
"Perhaps." he answered. "I don't have any idea either. I don't know what's in this guy's mind." the discomfort on his voice was apparent, as if he was thinking something differently.
"You're right, but ― " Kawahara cut himself all of a sudden. Noticing the brunette's pensive state, his eyebrows rose as he asked him in curiosity. "What's on your mind?"
"I didn't reckon you to be nosy." the taller male replied occupying the blank space of Furihata's silence.
The shorter boy didn't take the offense and instead waited for his other friend to answer.
When it passed five seconds and Furihata still said nothing, he took action. "Hello? Earth to Furihata?" he waved his palm in front of his face.
Somehow awakened, he only uttered an incoherent answer. "Huh?"
"You're very queit the entire talk, we're wondering what bothers you?" he inquired with tilt on his head.
Blinking, the brunette smiled. "Nothing."
"It doesn't seem to us." the taller brunette joined the conversation despite his snide remark he made with Kawahara a while ago, which made the other teen stared at him with a look saying 'see, you're on?'. Fukuda ignored it.
"I'm alright. I was just wondering who is behind this." he directed his eyes around the massive people loitering around the canteen.
"So, what are you going to do?" the brown head prodded.
"What do you mean?" Furihata's brows knitted in confusion and lips pursed in thin line as he turned to him.
"What would you do if you meet this person, knowing his a guy? Would you accept him?" Fukuda explained for Furihata to understand.
"Well, we can't be very sure about that, you know. We got neither confirmation nor denial from the guy, so we can't be very certain regarding the gender." Kawahara interjected, still considering the situation, making the brunette bit his lower lip.
"You said it yourself, 'the guy'. And with all the hints, no one will doubt. Girls won't make very plain letters, guys do, and that's one." the taller male expanded his point.
"Maybe she doesn't like making so much attention for her letters. She wants plain and ordinary... perhaps?"
"You're saying I'm plain and ordinary, I know it was me your targeting." Furihata said in a pout, a bit offended but not too much. He was used to that.
"Let's accept it Furi."
"But girls do effort." Fukuda cut in, continuing with his point.
"Well, yeah...but-"
"So why argue?" Fukuda intervened again.
"I'm not, I'm just expanding the possibilities, at least, we won't be easily deceived." Kawahara said, shrugging.
"You're right." the no. 12 player replied while nodding his head in somewhat apprehension. He pondered over the situation and end up with a conclusion that maybe, perhaps, probably, that this person really is serious towards him. And he wasn't the only one who was afraid with all of these events, even the mystery guy was. He was afraid Furihata would reject him knowing he was on the opposite gender. Right? Could it be? Is that it?
But, how about his own feelings? Would he really reciprocate the man's feelings if he come to him and personally ask him? He doesn't know his identity. But Furihata knew, inwardly, he wanted to know the guy better, in person and not only in paper. Thus with great resolve, he made a decision.
Suddenly, the brown haired teen got up from his chair, scraping the tiled floor in the process.
"Where are you going?" his friends asked in unison, taking them out of their argument.
"Ah, have to go I've got to do something, excuse me." Furihata explained, rubbing the place where his pockets resided and sighed slightly upon feeling the slight mount on it.
"What is it? Maybe we can help you with that before lunch break ends?" Kawahara offered, turning to Fukuda to ask an affirmation from his other friend.
"No, you don't have to, but thank you." he smiled, "Excuse me." he then walked away from them.
"Are you sure?" Fukuda asked a bit louder for him to hear.
"Yup," he half-turned his body and smiled.
As he walked away the two stared questioningly at Furihata's retreating back.
Furihata sighed heavily as he stood in front of his shoe drawer, doubling over decision again. Reluctantly, he slid the paper and placed it beneath his shoes to avoid it from falling away, but enough to let the mysterious sender saw the white sheet.
It wasn't wrong, right? He just wanted to meet him, to know him more.
Sighing again, he tried to calm his erratic beating heart, counting softly from one to ten in every breath he breathe. Tightly clutching his palms, he stalked out of his drawer's vicinity robotically before he could change his mind.
He hoped he was doing the right thing.
Note: You know the pairing already because of the characters. Actually, I was dueling inside whether I should post the pairing or not. But in the end... you know which wins XD. For once I want to make a KagaFuri, and here it is. This pair actually was my two most favorite characters, that's why I have the urge to make this. You can't blame me right? I'm just a simple fangirl who wants her fav characters to be together. However, my OTPs would never eveeeeeeeeeeer change. On the other hand, I promise to update my other fic ASAP. Thank you so much for reading. Comments?