Due to popular demand, here's AkaKuro. Warning: I tried really hard.
She woke up to the feel of someone stroking her hair, making her sigh in content. Such soft fingers caressed and smoothed out her teal locks, it was soothing.
"It is not wise to sleep in public." Came a reprimanding voice that was all too familiar.
Blearily peeling her eyes open, Tetsumi found her former captain, Akashi Seijuro, sitting next to her, his facial expression stoic and demeaning, stating his disapproval at her napping in public, but his eyes says otherwise, they were clouded with the softest mien, something he rarely shows to anyone but her.
"Akashi-kun," she says softly, rather sluggish from sleep.
The former captain said nothing, momentarily paused in caressing, heterochromatic eyes locked on her.
Sitting a bit straighter, she lifts her hand from her lap to rub at her tired eyes, taking notice his varsity jacket draped over her. No question, Akashi's doing. He was always mysteriously caring like that.
A chuckle escapes his lips, gentle fingers massaging her scalp. "As always, your bed hair is as atrocious as ever." He comments, inching especially closer.
Tetsumi pouts, brows knitting together, her cheeks tinting into the slightest of pink.
His calloused fingers gently returned to smooth her teal locks, calloused from playing basketball, shogi and whatnot. The gentleness of his touch, and the display of such gentle actions were enough to touch her heart.
After all, almost everyone would wonder if Akashi Seijuro was ever capable of being someone so gentle.
Akashi-kun has such gentle hands, she thought, staring up at her former captain. Now that I think about it, Akashi-kun's always been so gentle when dealing with me.
He could feel her eyes on him, but didn't once regard her. His attention was solely on the small girl before him, and how naïve she could possibly be to the world sometimes. Well, she's not particularly naïve when she's terribly blunt and direct, but because of her weak presence and stature, one could not help but wonder if she's truly capable of herself.
Which is why the rest of the members of Generation of Miracles (including one Momoi Satsuki) were particularly protective of her, she was just too precious for the world.
Akashi, in particular, who viewed her as someone very dear to him, someone akin to being the closest to his cold heart. Only she had the capacity to thaw that heart of his, to see through him as Momoi would to Aomine, only Kuroko Tetsumi could tame someone like Akashi Seijuro.
Once her hair was settled and kept, the teal-haired looks up to the red head, a small smile on her tiny lips.
His walls came tumbling down for her, he couldn't help not smiling back.
A hide of black and white curiously caught her attention, and when she turned, she found Nigou – her pet Alaskan Malamute – no longer on her lap, but on Akashi's, his tail wagging side to side.
"It seems as though Nigou has taken a liking towards you." As if on cue, her puppy barks happily, bringing a smile to both their faces.
"I would have never guessed," the red head says, rubbing the backs of Nigou's ears. Nigou's jaw slackened, leaning against Akashi's touch. "it's as though your pet has taken an immediate liking towards me the moment it saw me."
"Where has Akashi-kun been?"
"The usual, playing street ball," he answered, letting the black and white puppy lick at his fingers. "by the way Tetsumi," Akashi suddenly called, "what brings you here?" he asked, gently handing the puppy back to her.
With her Alaskan Malamute in her arms, Tetsumi lodged on recalling why she was there in the first place while blinking owlishly.
"Actually, there was a book sale downtown and I happened to purchase a few good books. However, I was feeling a bit drowsy over yesterday's tutoring with Furihata-kun and the rest, so I couldn't resist taking a nap."
He hummed in reply, his diabolical mind already coming up with a plan to get back at a certain Mr. Furihata-kun and friends.
Elsewhere, a certain Mr. Furihata-kun and friends suddenly felt a shiver running down their spines.
"Shall we go then?" Akashi invited, making motion to stand up. "It's getting late, and I'm thinking that you might want to eat."
Tetsumi wordlessly nods, Nigou already jumping off her lap and unto the ground, yapping for his owner to follow.
"He really resembles you," Akashi couldn't help but comment, watching as Tetsumi languidly stood off from the bench, smoothing wrinkles from her dress and adjusting her shoulder bag. Akashi stared, awed by what he's seeing.
"That's what everyone tells me." She says in return, holding out his varsity jacket.
Instead of taking it back, Akashi takes it upon himself to drape the thing around her shoulders. The jacket was too big for someone of small stature; it fell just by her mid-thighs.
"Wear it," he insists, answering her before she could question. "the weather's gotten awfully chilly. Also, you have terrible health." He jokes at the last, of which Tetsumi pouts at. She looked so cute. It was too much.
Because he can't control himself any longer, Akashi bent over, hastily bringing his lips to her forehead. "Do you know how precious you are to me?"
Shyly, she shakes her head, dazed from the kiss.
He smirks, wrapping an arm possessively around her small waist, "Well, now you know."
Elsewhere, Murasakibara, who was backed away the moment he saw his former captain's red hair, was joyfully watching them with a bag of treats in hand. It was as if he was watching a movie.
"Mommy and Daddy look so happy together."