This part is only Chiara's memory. It's my fourth part of this story and I thought it's high time to properly introduce myself and maybe say something more about the story. I was truly amazed by Akashi's character and his development, that is why I decided to try myself in writing about him. I also hope that Chiara won't seem to you being too mary-sue. Oh, and I really want to apologize if Akashi is OOC. My plan for this story is quite long, so... Anyway, hope you'll like it, let me know what you think and see you soon! :)

"Chiara? What is that?" she heard a soft whisper next to her ear. She jumped on her seat shocked, only to see one of her teammates' face. The brunette tried to hide a piece of paper she had in her hand, but had no chance. Chris has already taken it from her. Unfortunately, Chiara was too short to catch her property.

"You're going to die on tomorrow's training, baka. Give it back!" she started calmly. She really didn't want to get angry. Her cheeks were flushing red. Why he wasn't listening to her?

"I don't care, Captain. You received a love letter and we're definitely going to read it. Do I have to mention we'll kick this guy's ass?" Paul materialized next to her, trying to calm her down. Chiara took a deep breath. It was useless. She'll show them her real anger in the evening. But for now... let them think they won.

"What do we have here?" The rest of the team showed up in the classroom. Sebastian took over the paper and started reading it out loud.

"Dear Chiara-san,
Sorry to bother you, but this growing feeling inside me wouldn't let me sleep at peace. Since the day you came to Teikou I've been noticing you everywhere. I found it quite irritating - that such a beauty would only spend her free time with a bunch of football players. But then you became more popular and I found out more about your cute features. It's not only about your look. I have to admit - my knees tremble whenever I get the chance to stare at your amazing, emerald eyes. And how they sparkle when you smile! No matter if you're angry, upset or happy - those small fires burn me from the inside. Your tiny silhouette makes me want to hug you tightly in my embrace and smell this overwhelming scent of vanilla you always spread. Unfortunately, I have to admire you from afar. But now, since I can't stand it at least let me tell you my feelings.
I like you, probably more than I should. And I know, you're not gonna response to my confession as I'd like to. But keeping this information for myself surpasses me. Anyway, if somehow you'd want to meet me, I'll be waiting today, beside the gym, after the classes.
I'm sorry if I caused you any trouble by those unexpected words."

"He didn't even dare to sign it? Geez, what a creep! You can't go!" she heard. Sebastian and the rest were looking at her concerned.

"I'm not going anywhere. I don't know this handwriting. Besides, we have a training, where I'll torture you till you reach your very own limits." the girl stated, finally catching the letter. She truly didn't want to know who was that. At least the redness of her face was becoming pale. Sending her boys to the right place she reached for her bag.
Chiara got used to many confessions. She looked different than any Japanese girl, well, that was obvious because of her descent. Being Italian had some pros, but not exactly. With her always tanned skin, long, silky hair, that she kept in a braid or loose, and perfect from constant training figure, she was the pure definition of a beauty. But mostly treasured feature of her were her eyes. Huge, almond-shaped, always shining with this weird, ambitious fire. Whenever she concentrated or scanned something, they were getting darker, like a freshly cut grass. But usually they were bright and gave this aura of calm and stability.
Said brunette never got into many relations with people from her junior high school. She had her teammates and two close girl friends, who quickly became attached managers of the team. Her classmates liked her a lot, and thanks to Nijimura she got a chance to get in touch with Generation of Miracles.

"Ouch!"

"You alright, Chiara-san?" she heard. Akashi was standing in front of her, looking at her with a worried expression. Chiara could do nothing but smile at him. She got up from the uncomfortable floor, taking his stretched arm beforehand.

"I'm fine, Akashi. As usual I was lost in thought. But also you are always ready to bump into me." brunette answered, blushing slightly. What did he want from her?

"I just passed by your overexcited friends, did you do something?" he asked, gently leading her toward the Student's Council room. Chiara smirked quietly. How did he know it was her fault? No wonder he became her vice-president. Someone once noticed, that they are incredibly compatible while working together. Both were this judging types, concentrated on analysing and thinking.

"Just received another written confession, that's all. They always make fun of me."

"What's so funny about being the object of adoration? Are they jealous?"

"No, they just love teasing me. They know that I'll only accept the confession that I can answer to properly." she smiled, sitting on the window sill. "But what about you? Did you let your girl know about your feelings?"

"Not yet, I'm waiting for the right moment." he answered, looking out at the streets. Chiara could swear he blushed a little bit. She would never admit it to anybody, but since she found out that Akashi has a crush on someone, she felt disappointed. Every time they mentioned this topic her heart was beating slower and hands got sweaty. Was it jealousy? She wasn't sure about that. But she knew one thing - whoever it was, that girl was incredibly lucky to be the object of Akashi's interest.

"You said she's from the third class, you've to rush a little. She'll be graduating soon." Chiara noted, preparing herself to come back home. She patted his head, smiling cheerfully and left him alone. Said brunette was too busy running away from this uncomfortable conversation that she didn't notice Akashi's eyes. They were burning with passion, as if he wanted to comment on her speech. But he only let out a sigh and made his way to the basketball practice.