Pretend this story starts w "that one time" phrase. Yes, AkaKuro this time.
Once in a while, Akashi would hold my hands. He doesn't say a word while doing so, he just kind of holds my hand softly into his as if he is afraid of breaking it. The first time it happened, I flinched. I was surprised, of course. However, knowing my face was incapable of expressing emotions clearly (or easily), I didn't think it showed. I wanted to pull my hand back. I wanted to ask Akashi what he was doing but when I saw the expression Akashi wore on his face, I just kept silent. For once, I knew how it must have felt when others looked at me. His face was unreadable. Then as sudden as it happened, Akashi withdrew his hand and left. Not a single word exchanged.
I can't remember how long this has been going on but it must have been long enough for now I know whenever Akashi wants to hold my hand. It's strange. Really it is. Sometimes, he walks toward me I can sense it's for basketball related stuffs; sometimes, it's books and sometimes, it's holding hands. We never mention anything about this to each other, or to anyone. By some unspoken agreement, it's our little secret. Kind of funny to keep a secret of you holding hands with your captain if you really think about it.
My specialty is observing people so I do what I'm best at, I observe Akashi whenever this happens. His half lidded ruby eyes are staring into empty space. Their gaze is softer than usual. His breathing slow and even. His eyelashes flutter whenever he blinks. His lips open a bit then close straight away, as if he wants to speak what is on his mind but decides against it. His red hair falls around his face beautifully, a gust of wind blows pass and they sway. His shampoo smells nice.
One day, I decide to hold his hand back. He seems to be taken aback but that lasts only for about 0.3 second then he is as composed as ever. I think the current situation we are in right now must be hilarious. Two emotionless face looking boys holding hands. Just imagine it. The wind is blowing again. Ah his hair smells really nice.
I often find myself staring at Akashi's hand from a distance, then at his fingers, then at his hair, then at his face only to find him already staring back at me. It makes my heart stops a beat before throwing itself against my ribcage. Such an uncomfortable feeling, how can I make it stop? He is still staring and my heart is still jumping.
Akashi doesn't hold my hand this time. He kisses my forehead instead. Then my cheeks. Yes, both sides. 'Why' I ask, 'Because I feel like it' he answers; he is still staring and the beating gets louder.
It is the loudest when his lips are on mine. I can't hear anything, my mind is blank, I can't think of anything, my hands are sweaty, I can't do anything, my heart is -
"Do you like me?" He breathes on my lips. His hand holds mine softly. The wind is still blowing and he is still staring.
"Yes." -stolen. My heart is stolen. Since when? I can't remember how long ago but it must have been long enough for me to desperately reach out to him with shaky fingers and uneven breaths and that stupid thumping sound of my heart drowns out everything else when he kisses me again.
Please shower me w this kind of love. Why doesn't this happen irl *cries* oh and I'll take up interesting request, they are fun to write so explore your mind and give me your wildest fantasy hahahaha