DUE TO POPULAR DEMAND, I AM GOING NO PARIRINGS. I wanted that originally but I thought maybe you guys would want one? I'm happy to find that isn't true. Also, I will be hinting at all of them having feelings for him at one point, just not deep ones, and perhaps not romantic ones. Also (xD) I know he calls them by their first names. Relax and trust me.
"Just sit here, Tetsuya."
Akashi hadn't seen Kuroko since Christmas, and that was six months ago. No one had alerted him, but he could tell just from Kuroko's physique that he had improved in basketball, and confidence as well.
"Thank you, Akashi-kun. Why did you call me over? Not that I'm displeased." Kuroko said listlessly, moving to sit on the edge of Akashi's bed. Akashi placed his hands on his hips, swaying his weight from one leg to the other.
"It's summer break, and I wanted someone to hang out with."
Kuroko smiled as much as he ever did, and relaxed more on Akashi's covers. It was his first time in Akashi's room, and he wasn't surprised by its preciosity. In fact, Akashi's room seemed almost symmetrical.
"Your room is very neat," he complimented, digging his toes into the white carpet. He was about to take off his shoes when Akashi suggested they play basketball in the court behind his house. His parents hadn't known how significant this move would be in the course of Akashi's future, it was barely a block away in walking distance.
When they arrived on the court, they found three taller boys using the entire court. Akashi pulled a blue headband from his shorts pocket, and pulled his hair out of his face. It had gotten longer since it was the summer, as he had no reason to look presentable. His multi-colored eyes were revealed, and they shifted from boy to boy on the court. He walked forward, and the tallest boy punched his gang member's arms, signaling them to look in Akashi's direction.
"Why did they run away? We could have played with them."
Akashi smiled from beside Kuroko.
"They lack intelligence, of course."
Kuroko refused to ask what exactly Akashi did to them.
"Kuroko, show me your new shot."
But Akashi mentally slapped himself. Clearly Kuroko wasn't there yet, even if Akashi could predict that he would be—
"Okay."
Akashi 's eyes would've shot open, if he were anyone else.
"As always, you know everything, Akashi-kun."
Akashi mentally fumed. Kuroko was improving much faster than he had thought.
He watched as Kuroko performed his new-and-improved "Phantom Shot," which Akashi clearly could define as him shooting from his chest area. He was far more impressed than when Kuroko had introduced "Ignite Pass" to the court.
They played for several hours until the sun was settling, casting an orange glow onto their faces. Tiredly they walked back, with Akashi remaining victor of every one-on-one.
"Ne, Tetsuya, are you sleeping over?"
Kuroko wiped the sweat from his forehead as they reached the patio of Akashi's home.
"If I am invited too—I'll call and ask."
And so Kuroko was waiting for Akashi in his room, patiently doing nothing while Akashi took the longest shower Kuroko had ever known. He carefully stood up from the bed, as though Akashi had set trip-wires throughout his room. It was a possibility.
He sat in a wooden chair, and swung his short and pale legs under the desk. It was bare, except a few certificates neatly piled in the corner, and a container full of pens and three pairs of scissors.
Kuroko opened the bottom drawer to find a stack of crumpled game plays, red X's and O's jumbled across a quickly sketched basketball court. These weren't official, he could tell. These were plays Akashi had created by himself, and they were far more complicated than anything he had ever seen.
The top drawer held nothing except a crumpled piece of paper. It was more than crumpled, really. It looked burned, and scratched, and the edges were cut with scissors plenty of times, but Akashi hadn't gotten rid of it. It looked as though he wanted to, but couldn't. Curiously, Kuroko picked it up.
Akashi's shower water was still running, but Kuroko couldn't bring himself to unfold it. It was personal, it was Akashi's. He had no right to invade his personal space. He put it down and shut the drawer.
Akashi and Kuroko laughed drunkenly, despite having no alcohol. Kuroko had never been up this late in his life, although he'd be surprised if Akashi didn't lay awake all night.
"I'm so tired," Kuroko sighed, although he had had a very fun evening. Akashi's parents hadn't come home, so they had played board games on the kitchen floor, and when it got to be very late, Twister on the stairs. Kuroko had forgotten by now how they managed it. He felt like he knew Akashi more than he ever had before.
"Birds are chirping," Akashi said. He was starting to feel tired himself, but was glad he had gotten several pictures of Kuroko playing Twister on the stairs to blackmail him with.
"Can we sleep?" Kuroko asked, his eyes drifting between deep sleep and troubled attention.
Akashi laughed gently, throwing his water bottle into a miniature trashcan on the other side of his room. Even from his lazy angle, it clanked against the sides and went in.
"Yes, Tetsuya. Get into bed."
Kuroko crawled innocently into Akashi's bed, snuggling under the covers.
"Now I know everything about you, Akashi-kun," he joked.
"… There are some things not even you will ever know, Tetsuya." Akashi crooned sadistically, pulling up the covers and sliding in next to Kuroko.
Kuroko's mind tried to work through that, but failed in favor of sleep. He scooted closer to Akashi and leaned his head on his chest.
"Oh, come on, Tetsuya." Akashi tried to protest, but he watched Kuroko breathe gently in sleep.
He tried to be grumpy, but eventually just let Kuroko drift, feeling his chest rise in fall in time with his own.
"-SUYA!"
Kuroko groaned and rolled over, knocking himself into Akashi's thigh.
"Wake up!" Akashi prodded.
Kuroko sat up and sighed. He had had such a nice dream. His mind reverted to the previous night, and remembered something strange Akashi had said.
"I'm going to make us food, do you mind eggs?"
Kuroko shook his head and stretched, letting Akashi walk away.
"… There are some things not even you will ever know, Tetsuya."
Kuroko wasn't particularly one who cared about knowing someone deeply. But he had felt that, even if it was in the slightest, he knew Akashi a bit better than he had before.
He wasn't the jealous type, nor vindictive.
But he was curious.
He quickly flipped his legs over the bed, and didn't stop to look at himself in Akashi's mirror. If he did, he would have laughed at his own bed-head.
He went straight to the desk, opened the top drawer, and pulled out the paper.
He dropped it back into the desk.
He gently closed it.
He put on his shoes.
He walked back over to the drawer, and put the note into his pocket.
Akashi had flipped two eggs in the air, when he saw a blur of blue dash in front of him. His hair stood off of his head, and Akashi repressed the urge to laugh. But he didn't even feel like laughing when Kuroko grabbed his jacket from the coat rack.
"Where are you going?" He demanded angrily. He hadn't just fried two eggs for nothing.
"Sorry, Akashi-kun, I…"
"…forgot about practice today."
His voice inflection didn't change, so Akashi didn't consider it false. And Kuroko wasn't a liar.
"Don't forget important things next time, imbecile."
Kuroko dashed out of the door as quickly as he could, and ran to the end of the street. It was boisterously hot, and he stopped and dropped to his knees.
And, for the first time in a long time, he cried.
