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Note: English isn't my home language, so you'll see mistakes. Consider that as I'll take full responsibility.
Warning: Gender swap, OOC. Read it for your own risk. I'll accept your comment, good or bad, but no flames.
Pairing: FemAkashi/Mibuchi.
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Chapter 2: Of Staring and Blinking
Reo looked into Seika's eyes. Scratch that, he was staring at her heterochromatic eyes.
She was watching him carefully, face expressionless, mouth fixed in a straight line. If he didn't know better, he would say she was amusing and trying to stop herself from laughing out loud. (She never laughed out loud.)
The two was sitting on the court across from each other, and Reo shifted uneasily. The cold floor started to irritate his skin, and who could ever feel easy under Akashi Seika's gaze? And the fact that he was, indeed, focusing on his captain, didn't make anything better.
God, how he disliked her eyes (or how interesting they actually were). How was it possible for anyone's eyes to shine like that? (He kept reminding himself that she was exception of everything ever existed in the world, though.) One crimson, one golden, they were way too bright. She could read him (and everyone) like an open book. Honestly, it scared him and pissed him off at the same time.
When she talked, no one could look away.
Those eyes were magnets.
They drove him nuts. (Everything about her drove him nuts.)
Of course, the long eyelashes made the image worse (better). It made her normally harsh and calculating eyes softer. Especially when she was wearing that blank and seemingly distracted (cute) expression.
Yes, Reo could always tell when she was unfocused. Perhaps she was thinking of her junior school time, of Generation of Miracles, or of her former captain, Nijimura or something. (Perhaps she was thinking of Rakuzan and those upcoming matches, but it wasn't the point.)
Someone came it the gym, but his gaze didn't falter from Akashi's face. No matter who it was, no one would question. But the noise seemed to bring her back to reality as she looked at him, slowly took in the features his face.
Damn those eyes.
A smirked tugged in the corner of her lips.
Turning his head slightly, he blinked in confusion (and fear). Because her smirk said nothing but trouble.
"Reo…" Her face was showing a very smug expression as the realization hit Reo a second later.
She'd won again.
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"You cheated!" He said in accusation.
"No, I didn't. You were being too careless, Reo." She strugged, smirking as if mocking him. She'd got him again, and he couldn't believe that he'd fallen into the same trick.
"Again." He declared.
"I always win."
"Sei-chan, you fear to lose?"
She shot him a look.
"Fine. Don't regret if I triple your training menu later for challenging me."
"As long as I don't defy you, it's fine."
He said, scrunching his eyes closed for a few seconds before fixing them on her face again. He'd let her experience the taste of defeat. He wouldn't fall into her clever trap again.
She would be the first one to blink.
Omake.
Nebuya grunted:
"If they don't start practice soon, I'll go home."
"Don't. Once they stop flirting, she'll skin you alive." Kotarou, for once, wisely advised his fellow Uncrowned Generals as he watched those two in amusement.
What was that? A tsundere and love-struck Reo?