IMPORTANT NOTE: well, not really but this is a DOUBLE UPDATE, yay! If you haven't already, please read the previous chapter (chapter 5) before continuing with this one thank you!
A soft beeping noise slowly brought Kuroko back to conscious.
Not opening his eyes, Kuroko could feel an oxygen mask cover his nose and mouth while his body slightly squirmed around in the soft sheets he recognized not to be his own.
There was a muted chatter surrounding him that feel into harmony with the quiet hum of machines.
Random thoughts swam through Kuroko's mind, not slow enough to focus but not fast enough to be a headache. A hazy field protected Kuroko from re-entering reality, so there he lied for an unknown amount of time. A body that was awake but a mind that was too scattered to function.
A shuffling disturbance to his left slightly stirred the blunette's attention. He felt the bed dip as something small wriggled its way under his sheets and snuggled next to him. Comforting warmth overtook the left side of Kuroko's body as a tuft of aquamarine hair peeked out from underneath the sheets.
Curious, Kuroko managed to get his body to open his eyes, only to snap them back shut at the piercing white light the penetrated his vulnerable pupils. After a few seconds, he tried again only one eye at a time, blinking to help adjust and clear his blurry vision.
A small white room with a curtain covered window and a few empty metal folding chairs welcomed his return to the material world.
His mind took a little while longer to completely reboot, but eventually he realized that he was in the infirmary. How he got there, the blunette didn't know, but just before his memory blanked out he remembered bone numbing pain and looking into Kuro's terrified eyes.
Speaking of Kuro.
Kuroko slowly moved his head to look down, ignoring the drum performance occurring within his skull. He felt more rather than saw Kuro curled up on his side, sobbing quietly into his hospital gown. Lifting his hand, Kuroko reached over to pat Kuro's head, but once he caught sight of the IV prompting sitting on the back of his right hand, the blunette quickly changed to the left.
He felt the small body stiffen once his hand made contact, but the sobbing only grew as the little body hidden beneath the sheets relaxed.
"Hey," croaked Kuroko who quickly cleared his throat and tried again.
"Hey," Better. Still a bit coarse, but after being unconscious for an unknown amount of time, it's be a bit much to ask for Kuroko to sound like Morgan Freeman.
"Why are you crying? There's nothing to be sad about,"
Kuroko pulled the sheets back a bit to face the tear and snot stained face of a seven year old Kuro.
"I-I-I-I w-wasn't able to s-save Onii-s-sama in time. I-I got there t-t-too late, and, and" the rest of the sentence warbled off into unintelligible sobs, but Kuroko could've sworn he heard "failed", "blood," and "scared," muttered a few times.
Pulling the small body up, Kuroko adjusted the hospital bed up right slowly and sat up. He rested Kuro's head against his chest and wrapped his arms around the quivering body. Small fists clutched tightly to the scratchy blue material of the hospital gown and Kuroko paid no mind to the damp feeling sensation of the gown starting to stick to his skin because of all of the tears and snot.
Shushing his softly, Kuroko began to rock Kuro back and forth, bringing one of his hands to stroke the soft blue locks of the younger.
A small feeling of nausea tumbled around in the pit of Kuroko's stomach, but he pushed it to back of his worries along with the drum demonstration growing in volume back in his skull.
"Everything's fine now, I'm safe and healthy, you're safe and healthy. No one's hurt and everything will be just fine."
Comforting words continued to stream from Kuroko's mouth, but they seemed to befall on deaf ears.
Sighing, Kuroko continued to rock and back forth and instead chose to softly hum a lullaby he often sang to himself when he used to live as a street rat.
There wasn't a clock in the room, but after what Kuroko assumed to be around an hour, Kuro's sobs simmered down to a small sniffle and hiccup every now and then. But the tight grip he had on the gown never lessened, as if he was afraid that Kuroko would turn into air and slip away from his grasp and disappear forever.
Kuroko ceased his rocking, helping calm his almost overwhelming need to empty his stomach and instead chose to hold Kuro closer. Continuing to run his fingers gently through Kuro's soft locks, he found a rhythm with his strokes and the soft pitter patter of Kuro's heartbeat. Focusing solely on that, the pounding in his head seemed to ease up only slightly.
Reaching his peak of tolerance, Kuroko gently unlatched Kuro from his frame, removed the mask from around his mouth and rushed to empty his stomach into the conveniently waiting bucket next to his bed.
Acid burned his throat and clogged his sinus, causing him to choke slightly before another wave of vomit coursed through him.
A small hand rubbed soothing circles on his back as Kuroko dry heaved a few minutes later, nothing left to bring up except for globs of saliva.
Coughing slightly, Kuroko leaned back and relaxed into his pillows. The pounding had faded substantially to a small dull throb and the discomfort in his stomach was erased.
The cold touch of plastic startled Kuroko out of his reverie and he turned his head slightly, a small trail of water following the movement of his cheek as he turned to face Kuro who was holding a cup against his cheek. Condensation dripped small droplets of cold water onto his skin as Kuroko gingerly accepted the cup and took deep gulps.
The simple water was nectar on Kuroko's tongue, the sweet liquid leaving a trail of cold fire to the pit of his stomach, cooling it back down to normality.
Drinking the last drop, Kuroko shot Kuro a grateful smile as he placed the empty cup on the table next to the bed.
Relaxing back into the pillows, Kuroko lifted his left arm, inviting Kuro to lie beside him. The smaller eagerly accepted and snuggled back into Kuroko's side. His face was still a little red and eyes puffy from crying but the sniffles and tears had stopped, only cute little hiccups escaping his mouth every now and then.
After an empty but comfortable silence, Kuroko finally decided to speak.
"There's nothing else to worry about Kuro. I'm fine and within no time I'm sure I will fine. Even if I'm not expected to make a full recovery, we can always go to Daedalus or Avalon and go to a healer. Easily they could heal my injuries. I'll admit I was careless this time, but I assure you it won't happen again. Okay? I'm sorry for scaring you like that. Forgive me?"
A pregnant silence hung in the air before Kuro huffed.
"Stupid Onii-sama, I was really scared for you. You didn't wake up for two weeks and all of the dimensions faced all types of strange weather."
Kuroko chuckled as he acknowledged Kuro's version of forgiveness.
The bed shifted as Kuro wiggled out from Kuroko's arm and sat on his lap. The small boy reached out to gently touch Kuroko's forehead which was wrapped in gauze. Kuroko almost crossed his eyes following his hand and winced slightly as the small hand lightly touched his forehead.
Kuro quickly retracted his hand when he saw Kuroko's reaction.
Softly smiling Kuroko gently retrieved Kuro's retracted hand and instead placed it in his hair just above the bandage. "I didn't even realize there was a bandage," he confessed.
Kuro hummed in response and started playing with Kuroko's hair and the latter closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his hair being fiddled with.
Suddenly, voices could be heard outside of the closed door. And by the sounds of it, they were going to come in.
Kuroko snapped his eyes open and glanced at Kuro who seemed to pay the voices no mind. Seeing this, Kuroko sighed as he figured Kuro was going to stick around. He already considered this possibility because Kuro never liked leaving him when something big happened, but he also didn't like being seen by other people.
Which was fine with Kuroko because then there was no explanation needed for the presence of a boy that looked exactly like Kuroko. Not even Mayuzumi had ever met Kuro. Only Kuroko and some other unfortunate people who were no longer present on this Earth have ever seen Kuro.
Kuroko guessed that his lucky streak was finally coming to a close as he couldn't force Kuro to go away. The door opened and Kuro stubbornly continued to sit on his lap and absentmindedly continued to braid his hair.
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"Akashi-san, I assure you that Kuroko-san has stabilized. He is only asleep right now. It is unknown when he will awaken but the likelihood of him entering a long-term coma is highly improbable."
Akashi along with the rest of the group anxiously followed after the nurse. It's been a fortnight since the incident and only yesterday did the doctors finally give the okay for Kuroko to be allowed to have visitors.
The past 336 hours have been literal hell for Akashi.
He didn't eat or sleep until Nijimura stepped in and convinced him that starving himself wasn't going to help anyone, especially Kuroko.
Kagami had been overall pretty good with the situation and was careful with what he said because everyone he was surrounded with had clearly known Kuroko much longer than him and was closer. Momoi only provided minimal details when asked about the mysterious blunette, but Kagami guessed that had less to do with Momoi withholding information so much as she just didn't know.
In fact, most, if not all (because no way was he asking Akashi), knew very limited details about Kuroko. They didn't even know what his power was. The description they gave could just as well befit a stranger.
All that Kagami knew was that everyone first met Kuroko when Akashi first invited him to their table a few years ago, back then when everyone was fifteen. His birthday was January 31st, an Aquarius, and no one seemed to see him right away, even if he was right in front of them. Well, except for Akashi. He really liked vanilla milkshakes, borderline addiction, and mastered the arts of poker face.
He had only met Kuroko thrice, once when he first arrived at the asylum, twice when he appeared out of nowhere after missing apparently for a week and thrice the next morning in breakfast when Akashi kissed the blunette.
Kagami had no problem with homosexuality. Himuro was aware that he wasn't attracted to females since a young age, so Kagami grew up with him knowing he was gay. Kagami wasn't the same, but he never understood why society looked down and was disgusted by people who loved the same sex. What was the difference between them and heterosexual couple? If loving the same gender was considered gay, then wasn't everyone a little gay? Because when given thought, parents loved their children no matter what gender as did friends.
Kagami understood that family and friendship love was different from romantic relationships, but still, the boy didn't understand the disgust.
Although he didn't really talk with Kuroko, Kagami assumed he was a pretty nice guy.
Once, and just once Kagami slipped and said something insensitive during dinner, five days after the attack. Midorima simply stilled, but the grip on his utensils tightened noticeably and Takao's face went blank. Aomine outright snarled and Kise closed his eyes and bit his lip, visibly trying to reign in his temper. Himuro shot him a sympathetic look while Murasakibura glared daggers at him. Momoi's eyes froze over and clasped her hands tight together.
But Akashi, Akashi had been downright murderous.
It took the effort of all of them aside from Kagami to hold Akashi back, his gold eye flashing and body lit aflame. The shorter red head burned nearly all of them, but a quick visit to Nurse Yixing and his healing abilities, another former Teiko patient from China, removed all signs of the fire.
Only Himuro talked to him for the next two days before he apologized to everyone and things went back to how they were before. But the look Momoi gave him made something inside his chest squeeze in the painful way.
He understood that Momoi was exceptionally close to Kuroko, and while he also knew that Kuroko was a thing with Akashi, something shifted uncomfortably inside him whenever he thought back to that morning when Momoi clung and declared her love for the blunette. Kuroko didn't even deny her, not that he responded either though.
Frustrated, Kagami pushed aside the pang within his chest in favour of paying attention back to the nurse that had now stopped in front of what Kagami assumed was Kuroko's room.
"Supposedly only five people are allowed at a time, but I trust that you all will be well behaved and only crowd around him once I finish changing his bandage. His eyes are closed, but that doesn't mean he can't hear. But do not, and I repeat, DO NOT, argue or chatter all at once inside the room. This could bring unnecessary stress to Kuroko-san because like I said, there's a chance he can still hear us.
"I will leave once I finish changing the bandage, but I will be at the nurse station right over there," she pointed a manicured nail at a large desk surrounded by people wearing the same uniform. "and trust me if there is something I don't like going on in there, I CAN hear you and I will kick you out. Understand?"
"Crystal," replied Takao.
Nodding, the nurse grabbed the handle and opened the door.
The nurse gasped in surprised, and everyone looked over her to get a peek at what she was seeing.
To put it simply, jaws dropped.
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Kuroko donned his infamous poker face the minute he heard the handle turn and the door silently open. Kuro had adjusted himself to a more comfortable position by completely lying down on Kuroko's chest, resting his head in the crook of Kuroko's neck and continued fiddling with the edges of Kuroko's hair. The injured blunette wrapped his arms underneath Kuro's bottom, keeping him in place while giving his arms something to hold on to.
The door opened a bit more and in walked the nurse. She looked up and gasped, surprised to see Kuroko awake and a stranger cuddled up on her patient. It was a boy she had never seen before and had an almost identical resemblance to Kuroko.
She heard the group behind her gasp as well, so she assumed that they didn't know who the stranger was either.
Clearing her throat, the nurse continued into the room, the group of youngsters trickling in after her. Kuroko followed them with his eyes and quickly glanced at Akashi.
For lack of a better description, the red head looked like shit.
Dark purple circles stood out prominent on his pale skin beneath his eyes. His usual silky smooth complexion looked pasty and unhealthy, like he hasn't slept in months. Kuroko couldn't be sure, but his clothes looked a bit big on him and Kuroko knew that before the accident they fitted him to a T. His hair shone slightly, indicating he probably didn't shower recently and his usual vibrant heterochromia eyes seemed to lack its usual intensity.
He looked…tired.
Understatement of course, but out of all three years that Kuroko knew the red head, not once did he ever look anything less than superior, dazzling, higher class, and just…perfect (of course Kuroko is also extremely bias).
Did Akashi look so terrible because of him? Kuroko knew it's been two weeks since the incident, but one look at Akashi made seem like yesterday.
Their eyes met and Kuroko saw them reignite. The blunette couldn't find it within him to look away from the embers that slowly began to relight in those red and gold eyes.
However that was quickly pushed aside when he heard a soft growl near his ear.
Kuroko glanced down at Kuro who had stilled in his movements. Usually doe like eyes were hardened and piercing as Kuroko watched them cautiously follow the movements of the nurse. She was walking towards Kuroko with a tray carrying clean bandages and antiseptic. Everyone else formed something akin to a semi-circle around his bed, giving the nurse as much space as they could.
"Hello Kuroko-san, how are you feeling?"
Louder and more noticeable growls escaped from Kuro's lips but Kuroko quickly shushed him.
"I'm fine, thank you. I woke up around an hour ago but no one else has come in until now."
The nurse nodded her head. "Pardon me for asking, but I do not remember leading this little boy into your room. Is he a friend of yours?"
Kuro outright snarled at her, lifting his head to sit upright and glared at the nurse and everyone surrounding her. His pale blue eyes burned with a ferocity that even had Akashi slightly feel the effects. His eyes held suspicion and were guarded as he slowly analyzed everyone in the room.
Kagami found himself cowering slightly behind Aomine who happened to stand next to him. The little boy sitting with Kuroko reminded him of a wild wolf and if there was one thing Kagami was downright terrified of, it was anything related to the canine species.
The nurse flinched and slowly backed away from the bed.
Kuroko resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Kuro's childish behaviour.
"Kuro…."
The said boy turned back around to face Kuroko and gave him the widest puppy eyes possible. Unaffected, Kuroko gave him a pointed look and Kuro pouted.
"But Onii-sama, they could hurt you! They could be in league with the people who attacked you two weeks ago!"
Kuroko sighed through his nose. Kuro was being stubborn, but at least he had the decency to complain in the native tongue of Eden.
"You're being ridiculous Kuro. I've been around these people for three years and never once did they show any signs of ill will towards me. They don't even about you or my abilities. They're my friends Kuro, you know that,"
Kuro remained unconvinced. "Quite the dangerous friends you have there,"
Kuroko tilted his head slightly. "As if you're the one to talk. Tell me, how is that world of your doing? Last time I checked, it only recently began to rain blood."
Kuro's pout deepened. "That's different." He half-heartedly glared at Kuroko, to which the latter gently patted his head.
"I know it is. How about this, you let them act normally and as they usually do without hurting them and I will give you a month's supply of vanilla milkshakes."
Kuroko watched with amusement as Kuro's body stiffened with temptation.
"And if anything goes wrong, I will give you full and complete permission to kill."
Kuro peeked at the older. "You won't get mad?"
Kuroko nodded.
Sighing, the small boy slid off Kuroko's torso and instead sat cross legged on his left side. The glare never left his features when he looked at the other, but it didn't hold the same bloodlust.
"My apologies," said Kuroko, returning to Japanese. "I'm afraid I can't tell you who he is, but he is allowed to stay with me. If there are more questions you would like to ask, please go to Mayuzumi-sensei. He will answer them more willingly than I."
The nurse slowly nodded, still a little confused.
Akashi and the rest however watched with curious eyes. Never once in his entire life had Akashi ever heard the language Kuroko spoke with the younger child. This was something considering Akashi was quite the polyglot. The red head wasn't even aware that Kuroko knew more than just Japanese and English. It was never a question he ever thought about asking. It seemed pointless due to the fact that Kuroko was clearly of Japanese descent and that most people were bilingual in the asylum due to the diversity of ethnicities.
And the boy.
He looked exactly like the blunette except younger. Immediately Akashi was reminded of the strange man that was holding Kuroko when he found him in the bloody hallway. There was the possibility that the two boys were related, but Akashi never remembered Kuroko ever mentioning of having a sibling. And besides, this was the first time Akashi had ever seen the boy before. Never once before.
Now the red head knew that he didn't know all of the kids in the children's ward, but he too spent time there before he moved to the adult ward. He wouldn't call it a perfect memory, but Akashi was certain that if he saw the boy before in the past he would've definitely remembered.
But what was more confusing than anything else was the fact that Kuroko told the nurse to talk to his psychiatrist if she had more questions. Did the boy have something to do with Kuroko's past? Was he somehow related to Kuroko's powers?
What was the relationship between the boy and Kuroko?
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The nurse's visit took longer than expected because she found the bucket full of vomit and ended up taking some samples from Kuroko to run some tests on to make sure it wasn't anything serious. The bandages didn't take that much time to change, but everyone aside from Kuroko and the nurse winced at the long line of stiches running down from the crown of his head to just beneath his eyebrows. The closed wound was bright red and bleeding a little bit when the nurse removed the old bandage and gauze.
Quickly and efficiently, she cleaned the stiches and wiped away the blood before rewrapping Kuroko's forehead with clean white gauze and a new bandage.
After asking a few medical questions and jotting down things on her clip board, the nurse left the room with the vomit filled bucket and gently closed the door behind her. Well, not before she turned to face the group and threateningly reminded them that "all the previous rules still apply".
Once alone, no one moved or said a word. Kuroko just then realized that no one had said so much as a word ever since they walked into his room.
An awkward silence befell on the group and Kuro decided that this would be a great moment to take a nap. The shuffling of sheets was the only noise heard throughout the room as Kuro once again covered himself in the blankets and snuggled himself right against Kuroko's side, using the other's chest as a pillow. Instinctively, Kuroko's arm wrapped around the small body and his fingers traced circles on the outer edges of Kuro's thighs.
A weird gurgling noise was heard in the background while Momoi frantically scoured the room for a tissue to help her sudden nosebleed. One Kuroko was cute enough for her, but another mini Kuroko snuggling against the first Kuroko was just too much, because good lord her feels.
Everyone watched Momoi as she held a fistful of tissues to her nose, face flushed and hearts literally visible in her eyes.
"Okay then…" Kuroko attempted to start a conversation, but no one really seemed to be in a talkative mood.
Suddenly, as if a wall just broke, Kise wailed "KUROKOCCHI!" and three of them jumped onto his bed, capturing him in a painful group hug.
Kuroko maneuvered Kuro out of harm's way as Kise, Momoi and Takao continued to wail and cry big fat crocodile tears whilst holding him in an iron grip.
Kuroko shot a pleading look to Akashi, Aomine, Midorima, Kagami, Himuro and Murasakibura, but instead of helping, Aomine, Himuro and Murasakibura decided to join in on the hug.
Laughing, Himuro managed to squeeze along Kuroko's side while Murasakibura just wrapped his extremely long arms around all five of them. Aomine thought it was a good idea to jump into the hug unlike a normal person and ended up knocking Kise over, angering the still crying blonde.
"What the fuck Aomine!"
"It's not my fault your balance is shit!"
"My balance is perfectly fine asshat! What on earth compelled you to jump on us!? You could've smashed poor little Kurokocchi!"
And so the argument continued and Kuroko was still trapped in the bear hug.
Eventually the door slammed open and in walked a very pissed off looking nurse who kicked out everyone except Kagami, Akashi and Midorima who were still standing in the corner of the room.
Kuro grumbled about the noise before he returned to his previous position against Kuroko's side. The loud scolding and screaming of the nurse could be heard through the thin walls and Kuroko felt nothing but amusement when he heard Kise, Momoi and Takao talk back.
"Here."
Kuroko looked up to see Midorima give him a small cute pink unicorn plushy.
"It's today's lucky item. Not that I'm giving it to you or anything. I'm just getting tired of holding it,"
Kuroko softly laughed before taking the plushy before him. "Thank you Midorima-kun."
The green haired man scoffed. "For what? Like I said, I'm just getting tired of holding it."
Once again, the bright crimson that painted his ears gave him away.
As the bespectacled man exited the room, the remaining four shared the same thought.
Tsundere.
Unsure of what to do, Kagami followed Midorima's lead. "Uh, I'm glad that you're awake now Kuroko-san. Um, get better soon?" It came out as a question and Kuroko resisted laughing at his awkwardness.
"Thank you Kagami-kun,"
He nodded and left the room.
Now the only people left were Kuroko, Kuro and Akashi.
Clearing his throat slightly, Kuroko gently nudged Kuro. The smaller opened his eyes to look up at Kuroko puzzled. Motioning to the door with his eyes, Kuro groaned before reluctantly detaching himself from the older.
Jumping down from the hospital bed, kuro walked to the door, but before he left he turned around and looked at Kuroko.
"I'll be back in two hours. Get all the fricky frack done by then please."
Kuroko forced down the blush that threatened to bloom on his cheeks at the implications of Kuro's words. Smirking, the small blunette quietly closed the door behind him.
Once again silence reigned over the room.
Kuroko could feel the burn of Akashi's gaze upon as he searched for anything but the red head to focus on. He felt shy and exposed under the scrutiny of Akashi's stare, even though Kuroko knew no judgment was taking place.
He heard footsteps come closer and closer to his bed, until finally the bed dipped and another body's warmth tingled near his own.
"Tetsuya,"
His stilled his search at the sound of the silky velvet voice, slightly deep and sending shivers down his spine every time.
Slowly, Kuroko turned his head until he was facing Akashi. The breath caught in his throat as he gazed into the burning irises. Such worry and passion overflowed from the midnight black pupils; it surrounded Kuroko like a comforting cocoon.
The blunette's eyes trailed down, looking at the worrying dark rings sagging beneath the eyes. Staring at shades of purple, Kuroko could see the sleepless nights Akashi lay curled up in his sheets yet never being able to close his heavy eyes. The internal torment with his own demons refused to put his mind to rest, stressing and wearing him thin. Purple bags stood as battle wounds from the mental war the red suffered through for the past two weeks.
Hesitantly, Kuroko cupped one of Akashi's cheeks; soothingly stroking it with his thumb as if his touch could wipe away all of worries, all the stress.
Mismatched eyes widened in surprise, staring at the emotionless blunette. Easily he could see the well concealed concern swimming within pale blue eyes, like ghosts lingering in the world they no longer belonged to.
Slowly, Akashi closed his eyes and leaned into the soft touch of his lover. Encouraged, Kuroko continued with his ministrations. His eyes took the time to trail over the features he burned into the deepest crevice of his brain.
Smooth pale skin glowed softly in the artificial light. Shadows extenuated the sharp features sculpted on a flawless visage. Merlot slender eyebrows curved just above long, elegant lashes that framed the covered blazing red and crystalline gold eyes. Plump dusty pink lips rested lazily against each other as the occasional contented sigh escaped.
Bringing up his other hand, Kuroko cupped Akashi's other cheek and ceased his stroking in favour of outlining the features Kuroko loved so much.
Unconsciously the blunette had leaned in closer, their noses only a breath away. Blue eyes languidly followed the movement of his fingers against the warm flesh.
Akashi reopened his eyes not flinching in the slightest at their close proximity. Eyes catching each other's, Kuroko's hands paused in their movements. Silent words were exchanged as Kuroko could see the hauntings gathered in the depths.
Inching forward, Kuroko closed his eyes as their lips briefly touched.
There was no raging fire burning within them or a lust induced haze over their minds. The white infirmary room seem to bear over them as the beeping of machines became the only noise heard throughout the dull room, the only colour in the room belonging to its two current occupants.
Their minds were clear and calm as the crushing reality finally settled on Kuroko's chest.
He almost died.
Never again would he have seen Akashi or anyone else. Only the quiet empty space would await for him. The suffocating fear engulfed his lungs as he realized that he was a breath away from never again seeing the light.
Kuroko finally felt what Akashi felt whilst waiting for the past fourteen days, unsure if whether or not Kuroko would ever wake up. Or if he was too late and Kuroko was already past the point of return.
Kuroko slowly pulled away first, looking at Akashi with heavy eyes. The red head met his gaze and understood.
Pulling the blunette flush against him, Akashi crashed their lips together. All the desperation and fear he felt poured into the kiss as if Kuroko could feel how scared the red head was of the possibility that he wouldn't awake.
Kuroko gave into the kiss easily and responded just as greedily. He needed to show Akashi that everything was okay again. He was fine and they were going to be just fine. There was no more need to worry because the storm had finally passed, leaving its scars but room to heal.
It's okay.
Kuroko wrapped his arms around the red head's neck, trying to pull him even closer.
Everything is okay now.
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Your remedies only fuel my cause.
Just curious, but how many people caught that cameos i put in Chapter 5 and 6? If you spotted them, please say who you think they are in the comments and I'll tell you next chapter! Most are kpop (sorry, i've past the point of return T_T), but there is an anime! (and it's pretty obvious T_T)
Also, can i just rant about how jin's hair (from BTS) during the I NEED U era reminded me of Midorima? His green hair, or whatever colour it was just made my heart bleed because OMG JIN JIN JIN JIN YOUR HAIR IS GREEN AND YOU LOOK LIKE SHIN-CHAN ! *dies*
Also, i just realized that i didn't put a link to the Thai Translation that my wonderful translator Pyxis is doing for WTW. It's on my AO3 account, but not here and i want to hit myself for not doing it on here. Anyways, here's the link!
Thai Translation
okay, I'm done now, see you guys in the next chapter!
-BrokenWings66