Kasamatsu and the 7 Miracles
Chapter Eight: The First Miracle
The next day, Kasamatsu was on high alert. He cursed himself for the fourth time since he woke up for ever suggesting that Akashi come to their 'after school practice', despite not even being a real club yet. Honestly, Kasamatsu did not know what he was thinking when he said that. All he knew was that he was feeling way to angry and confused to be thinking straight.
So when the raven haired teenager arrived in class with no problems – no one showing up out of the blue, no one to drag him away, and no one even saying anything to him – he figured that it might just be a good day after all. That is, until he remembered about 'giving Akashi an order', which he probably would not even follow. The only way to find out if he shows up after school is to wait for all his classes to end.
When lunch came, Kasamatsu stayed put, not wanting to chance running into anyone and getting another headache. He kept his eyes glued to his lunch but he could see the other students get up and leave out of the corner of his eyes. The third year was well aware of the whispers that came from his fellow students, as well as the side-glances and lingering looks that followed him. He was positive that rumors would begin to spread, but quite frankly, he did not care.
Kasamatsu finished eating his lunch and put his bento box back in his bag. He paused for a moment, noticing the book from a week ago still inside. He frowned, realizing he meant to leave it back at home but he forgot to take it out. The blue-grey eyed teen was just about to take it out and read it, but one glance at the clock changed his mind. He put his bag back and focused his attention back on the board.
There was still ten minutes or so left for their lunch break and Kasamatsu did not want to get lost reading. Again. He watched as students slowly began to file back into class, all talking to their friends or playing on their cellphones. He noticed Imayoshi enter, a smirk etched on his face. Kasamatsu narrowed his eyes and purposely ignored him.
His fellow third year walked by his desk, humming a song that Kasamatsu was sure he heard before, and sat down at his desk. Kasamatsu kept his eyes glued to the board at the front of the class, but he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, sending chills down his spine and a warning to his head. Still, the raven haired student did not relent and give in to what Imayoshi was after – his attention.
'I am not going to give that annoying guy the satis–' A faint, almost feather-light touch against the back of his neck nearly made Kasamatsu jump out of his seat. The most he did was jolt and bang his knee against his desk, cursing softly.
Kasamatsu immediately touched his neck where the ticklish spot was and spun around in his seat, cheeks burning from embarrassment and a glare firmly set on his face. "What the hell?" He grunted out, ignoring some of the students pointed looks.
"Hm? Oh, good afternoon, Kasamatsu-kun."
Kasamatsu gave Imayoshi's friendly smile a blank look, "Don't play dumb, idiot."
"Whatever do you mean?"
"… Shut up and stop bothering me." Kasamatsu said stoically before turning away from the taller raven head.
Just as Imayoshi was about to say something, the teacher walked back into class, chewing the rest of some sort of sandwich. Kasamatsu breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled out everything necessary for the following class.
By the time school ended, Kasamatsu was feeling positive that he was going to have a heart attack. Again he cursed himself for ever telling Akashi to come. At the same time, he thought it was brilliant; if Kasamatsu was going to be watched and spied on at his own school, it would happen on his own terms.
The black haired teenager clutched his bag to his chest, ignoring the way his heart hammered inside its cavern. He glanced at the clock on the wall as he passed by, getting closer and closer to the gymnasium. As he continued on his way, Kasamatsu found himself wondering if Akashi would even show up. He figured the monochromatic eyed teen would be too proud to even show up. On the other hand, maybe it would be his pride that would make him show…
Kasamatsu groaned and rubbed the temples of his head, feeling a headache coming on. He arrived in the gym just in time to see Takao tackling Wakamatsu. The pale, wheat-blond haired teenager stumbled but managed to stay upright, his face of surprise morphing into a feral sneer. "Takao!" Wakamatsu snapped, turning sharply as he tried to get the first year off of him.
Takao only laughed as he held onto Wakamatsu for dear life. The first year looked over and noticed Kasamatsu walking up, an expression that cleared read: What the hell are you two idiots doing?
"Hey, Kasamatsu-san!" Takao waved, finally jumping off of Wakamatsu's back.
Kasamatsu glowered, "It's-"
"Kasamatsu-senpai, I know." Takao grinned cheekily.
Kasamatsu twitched and dug his knuckles into Takao's head. "Then say so next time, you brat."
"Ow, ow, Kasamatsu-senpai, that hurts~" Takao whined playfully. Kasamatsu clicked his tongue and let the raven haired teen go. "Oh," Takao spoke, "Before you ask us why we're here, it's to play ball!" He announced happily, waving his hands in the air.
Kasamatsu rolled his eyes from Takao's over-enthusiasm and nearly jumped from his skin when he felt something bump into his butt. "What-" He fell silent, staring down at the cart full of shiny, new-looking basketballs – all unmarred and pumped full of air, ready to be used. "Where did this…"
"I brought it." Kasamatsu whipped around to see Kuroko standing next to Takao.
"Kuroko, where did you come from?" Kasamatsu asked, choking down his shock.
"He's been here the entire time."
"I've been here the entire time." Takao and Kuroko looked at each other after their simultaneous reply, before looking back at Kasamatsu.
Behind them, Wakamatsu shook his head as he grabbed a ball from the cart. "I can't even explain what you two are."
"They're idiots. Simple." Kasamatsu said in reply to Wakamatsu, the smallest of smiles on his face. He fell quiet when he realized that he was supposed to be waiting for Akashi to show – or, not show. 'How could I almost forget?' The steely-blue eyed teen asked himself, putting his bag down on the floor, right next to one of the benches.
Kasamatsu took a seat, his eyes glued to the entrance of the gymnasium. Five minutes has passed since he last glanced at the clock and Kasamatsu could swear he could hear it ticking loudly with each passing second, just to spite him. Another three minutes slowly edged by and just as Kasamatsu was convinced Akashi was not going to show – the door opened.
Kasamatsu stood up, his eyes widening in shock, "Midorima?" He exclaimed, staring at the tall, green haired first year.
Midorima had his eyes focused on his feet but at the sound of his name being called, he looked up. "Good afternoon, Kasamatsu-senpai." He greeted Kasamatsu formally, albeit his voice sounding strained and awkward.
The raven haired third year jogged over, looking over Midorima's body. He sighed in quiet relief when he saw no obvious wounds on the first year, but he gasped when he got a better look at the green eyed boy's face. "What-… Did Akashi do that to you?" Kasamatsu asked, his voice wavering as he reached up to gently touch the dark, blooming bruise that covered Midorima's cheek.
Midorima stayed still, not flinching away from the third years touch. He shook his head a moment later, "No." He replied simply.
Kasamatsu gave him a look, "Well?" He pressed.
"I got into a fight." Midorima explained as minimally as possible. The green haired teenager felt Kasamatsu move his head a few centimeters to the right, watching the intense, blue-grey eyes scan the bandage that covered the small cut on the other side of his face, just under his eye. Midorima tore his eyes away from Kasamatsu, a small frown on his face as he mumbled, "I don't see why you're so concerned."
Midorima pushed Kasamatsu's hand from his face, just as the older teen responded, "I don't get why you ask such weird questions." The third year shook his head. "Are you sure Akashi didn't do this to you?"
"I'm sure." Midorima said softly.
Kasamatsu hummed to himself as he crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes surveyed Midorima. "Right. So, why are you here?" He asked out of curiosity. Kasamatsu assumed that Akashi must have sent Midorima in order to give him a message or something, since the red head tended to do that.
"Actually, I'm here to join…" Midorima muttered, as if reading Kasamatsu's thoughts.
Kasamatsu faltered, "I'm sorry, what?"
Midorima rolled his eyes and adjusted his glasses. "Akashi sent me in his place. He said he is too busy to play childish games and that I am at least capable of watching you and giving him reports."
The steel-blue eyed teen let the information sink in and scoffed a moment later, "I'm really starting to hate that guy." He decided.
Midorima gave a small shrug in response. "It's not entirely his fault." He whispered, causing Kasamatsu to give him a confused stare.
"What are you talking about?" Kasamatsu asked with narrowed eyes.
Midorima broke eye contact, "It's nothing." He spoke, walking past Kasamatsu and grabbing a ball from the cart. He rolled it between his hands and looked at the furthest hoop, across the gymnasium. He raised his arms in a fluid motion and shot the basketball.
The basketball soared through the air and went straight through the hoop, the net swishing from the force. The gym was silent from the sudden three-pointer from the green haired student and in the next moment, Kasamatsu smacked the his arm.
"You didn't tell me you were this good!" Kasamatsu exclaimed, unable to help the smirk from blooming on his face. 'This must be why Takeuchi-sensei wanted me to recruit these brats.' He thought, suddenly feeling more and more motivated.
'I think we could do this… I can do this.'
Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Life really enjoys screwing with me… But not to worry because I haven't forgot about this story at all, just wanted to say that! C:
~WinterAssassin~