disclaimer: i don't own kuroko no basuke, nor any of the characters used in this work.

originally posted as a submission to BPS' otp battle on tumblr.


clear;
no matter how strongly you feel in your heart, it's meaningless if you don't convey them.


Furihata is a bad liar, Akashi learns over time. Whenever he lies, his expression tells Akashi all he needs to know: his eyes will dart to the side or he'll stare at his feet like it's the most interesting thing in the world, obviously in an attempt to avoid any form of eye-contact, and he'd chew on his lower lip in apparent nervousness. Sometimes Akashi lets it go, other times he confronts Furihata about it. Akashi can differentiate between the brunet's many lies; he won't question a lie told to surprise him, merely following along with Furihata (and he wouldn't admit it aloud but the surprises often left him feeling butterflies in his stomach), but Akashi absolutely loathes it when his lover lies to hide his pain and/or worries.

His lover, Akashi deduces, is like an open-book. He doesn't even have to try to decipher the brunet's moods as Furihata wears his feelings on his sleeves. It's evident in the miniscule movements, from the way the corner of his lips twitches in an attempt to hide his amusement to the way a grin stretches widely across his face when he's overwhelmed with joy, and his eyes—oh God, his eyes.

They say the eyes are the window to one's soul. Akashi can't agree more.

Those hazel brown eyes leave nothing unsaid; they're extremely transparent when it comes to conveying their owner's feelings. Akashi doesn't think the brunet even needs words to express his thoughts.

"I know you know I love you," Furihata says, blinkingly confusedly at the redhead's sudden question. "But sometimes no matter how strongly you feel in your heart, it's meaningless if you don't convey them."

Akashi doesn't have long to ponder over his words as Furihata flashes him a breathtaking smile that leaves his heart racing faster and thumping louder than ever.

"Besides," he continues, "these feelings are too overwhelming I can't not convey them."

As much as Furihata is transparent to Akashi, the brunet too believes he can read his lover like an open-book. It's true he struggles to understand what goes through Akashi's mind, and he's given up trying in all honesty, but Furihata understands how meaningful each and every one of Akashi's actions are.

"I love you," Furihata confesses with a gentle smile, like he does every other night when they're snuggled together in bed.

And when Akashi leans in and kisses him tenderly on the lips, the brunet knows precisely what he means. Furihata doesn't need reassurances in the form of fancy words; after all, for Akashi Seijuurou, actions speak louder.

As such, Akashi's next action catches him off-guard.

"I love you too," he replies, for the first time.

Because sometimes it's necessary to convey these feelings out loud, Akashi realises with a start as he watches Furihata gape stupidly before turning a deep scarlet and hiding his face behind his hands. It takes a while to pry the fingers away, but once he does Akashi's eyes widen slightly at the sight of tears flowing freely down the brunet's cheeks—yet, there's a broad smile plastered there, threatening to split his face in half.

Maybe, Akashi thinks as he affectionately wipes away the tears, he should do this more often.


/END.


31st July 2014