So, like, I wondered what kind of stress Akashi unintentionally gives everyone when he stops being THE Akashi Seijuurou for a moment.


Akashi's Classmate


Akashi Seijuurou never slept in class.

Until recently.

His head was tucked in his crossed arms on his desk, and no one could be sure when the teen fell asleep. Almost all of his classmates had to pinch themselves more than fifty times to prove that yes, their school president and basketball captain was passed out over his open book, and no, they weren't hallucinating.

The student behind Akashi received the most anxious glances from others, and he, himself, internally panicked.

Should he wake him up? Or should he not? How does one wake up an Akashi without getting murdered on the spot? Would he get killed? He had been acting a little weird lately, maybe he wouldn't...? Ahhhhh— maybe he should write a will instead and pray very hard—

"Akashi-san," the teacher called without looking up, "please read page 56."

There was a long beat of waiting.

The second the teacher finally looked, the student behind Akashi shot to his feet with his book in hand, nearly toppling over his chair, and nearly yelled in botched up English.

Akashi didn't even stir.

When the student finished, the whole room was dead silent. Their teacher's eyes were wide, staring directly at Akashi, then to the student, then back again.

"Thank you, Seihara-san," their teacher nodded. She pointed to the board and then proceeded the lesson as if nothing happened.

Because honestly—- nothing happened.

Well.

Until Akashi startled himself awake along with the bell.

No, Akashi didn't scream.

He really didn't.

But Seihara didn't miss how he looked ready to cry for some reason.

._._._._._.

It happened yet again.

Seihara wanted to scream.

His classmates were nervous as hell.

Akashi slept halfway through the history lesson.

Why no one bothered to wake the president was a mystery.

Why the hell that ugly cat stared so intently at Akashi from the window of the second floor was a bigger mystery.

"Tell me, Akashi-san," their history teacher called out, writing a date on the board, "Which important figure responsible of uniting most of Japan died in 1582?"

Seihara froze when all eyes (except their teacher's) dropped on him.

He knew this one— he definitely did, but that didn't stop him from sweating bullets.

Like— Seriously?

Was no one going to take the fall this time?

No one?

Yet again, Seihara stood up and hollered, "ODA NOBUNAGA!"

It was dead silent.

His teacher gave one look at Akashi and took everything else in stride, "Correct."

And class proceeded without further incident.

Needless to say, Seihara thanked every deity when the bell rang and their history teacher dismissed the class. Of fricking course, most of the students either took a photo and gunned out of the room, or stared openly at the still passed out president.

Seihara still looked like a deer caught in headlights.

(And he was probably a terrified idiot in the background of those perfectly taken pictures of Akashi. No doubt that it would sell for a lot.)

._._._._._.

In the time it took Seihara to blink, Akashi fell asleep in class for the umpteenth time since this all started.

He didn't know if he was supposed to be okay with this or not.

The anxious stares he received before slowly merged into looks of "did you study enough?" and "can you cover for him?" or even "do you need my notes?"

The teachers still called to Akashi, and Seihara was the only one apparently capable of covering for their knocked out class president. At this point— it seemed like everyone just took everything in stride.

For some odd reason, Seihara studied harder than he ever did before. Hell, he even photo copied his notes and slipped them into Akashi's desk after school (even though he absolutely knew that the other really didn't need it).

"Akashi-san," their math teacher called, not looking up from his answer book. All of his classmates sent subtle glances directly at Seihara. They knew that math was his weakest subject.

He would be lying if he said that he didn't look like he was about to scream.

"What is the answer for question eight in our homework?"

Still nervous as heck, Seihara shot up from his desk, "Se-seventy-nine!"

The math teacher finally looked at him with an arched eyebrow.

"Point four!" a classmate whisper yelled.

"U-uh! S-s-s-seventy-nine point four!" Seihara stammered.

"Good work," the math teacher said, then moved on, "See, if you use this formula…."

There was a collective sigh of relief that flooded the classroom for a moment, and he sunk right back into his chair.

Nothing else happened (thankfully) until the bell rang. As others got up to leave, Seihara glanced over to Akashi, silently debating if he should risk his life or not poking him awake.

Thankfully, he was saved from waking the school president.

A third year barged into their classroom, a hand high in the air as he practically yelled, "Akashi! Reo-nee has cookies!"

Akashi Seijuurou finally stirred. He sat up from his desk, slowly opening his red eyes into a seething glare (well, in Seihara's mind, but in reality, it was just a blank stare).

"What…?"

Hamaya freaking Kotarou yanked a chair out of the empty desk in front of Akashi, and plopped himself there. He had the said cookies in two cute red pouches, complete with pink ribbons.

"He gave you an extra— which is good because when was the last time you ate?"

"…Lunch. And thank you."

Seihara assumed that the class president took them, as he could only see the back of his head. He busied himself with throwing his books in his bag in a hasty retreat.

Like hell was he staying any longer than necessary.

("Whoa..."

"It's great right?!"

"Yes. It is good.")

The second Seihara got up to leave, someone caught the edge of his blazer. He jolted on the spot, spun on his heel, and met the red eyes of freaking Akashi Seijuurou.

Oh, he was dead.

And no, he didn't meep.

"Seihara-san," Akashi said, getting up from his desk. He gave a smile (why— why the heck was it so nice?) as he handed over one of the bags to him, "Please take this. Mibuchi is very good at making cookies."

Seihara gaped at him as he took it, "I-I'm sorry?"

"Thank you for covering for me," Akashi said. He grabbed his already packed bag and gestured inside it, "And for the notes. I'll… try not to fall asleep as often."

With a polite smile (that felt very nice and actually very, very kind?), Akashi gave a quick bow of his head and left the classroom. Hayama leapt out of his seat, grinning all the while.

"Thanks a bunch!" he said, patting a frozen Seihara on the shoulder as he left.

Seihara was rooted in his spot for who knew how long before someone poked his shoulder.

"Seiha—"

He spun on his heel and looked at the girl who broke him out of his stupor.

His voice was a hoarse, disbelieving whisper, "He gave me cookies."


To be honest, I think Akashi could sleep through any class and still pass because his dad is terrible.