The following chapters will be fluffish moments between the miracles and Shiro to better demonstrate her relationship with then, and then I'll move on to her evolvement.

So I know this is sudden but I've decided I'd like Shirona to use a certain suffix. After some research and verbal experimentation, i discovered that another accepted suffix in Japan is 'tan', which is both gender neutral and endearing.

Some others are pon, Yan, and Rin, if any of you would like some.

Guest - thank you for taking the time out fo your day to review. I'll take into consideration those things and make sure to keep her personality in the same lane from now. And as for the ability, there's not much I can do about you not liking it because I do. Sorry though. However, in future, perhaps just skip past a fanfic you don't like instead of attempting to being down moral with hateful words. While I would think you wouldn't see this, since you disliked the story, I feel that you will. Have a wonderful day.

Disclaimer; crimsonette and ivorette are not real words but they are now so suck it up and cope.


Fun fact; Shirona used to call people by (name)-tan, but it got her teased so she just stop talking to others.


Stretching backwards, Shirona raised her arms with a satisfying crack, followed by a just lovely popping along her spine as she arched.

The cracking of her bones earned her a gracious red eyebrow raised and side eye from her crimson haired partner.

The two had a study session together, as they were assigned as group partners. Turns out, Shirona had had a class with the crimsonette, but she simply had not noticed him.

Yawning, she turned back to her book on physics, concentrated on a paragraph she has read at least five times now, not yet registering the glancing her counterpart was sending her.


Akashi was intrigued.

That in itself said something, since the level-headed teen almost always managed to figure people out within minutes, picking them to pieces while they smiled unknowingly at him, as such the talent of the young heir.

And yet, when the girl walked into his classroom, he could tell their was a glimpse of registration in her eyes of him, much unlike his other peers. She hadn't ignored him, as that is only possible if you're aware they are there in the first place. No, she had simply been unaware of him, freely conversing with some other classmates.

Then, she made yet another appearance at his practice, slamming the door open and freely strolling, aura that of confidence and self-satisfaction. A complete different person the the laidback and kind girl in the classroom. Even more surprising was her blatant disrespect of her senpai.

Yet, nothing had him prepared for her instant and close friendship with his nonchalant teammate, even getting him to actually put effort into something outside of basketball.

Curious and curiouser, he was.

He got his chance to interact with the interesting ivorette after practice, only finding himself more boggled as she jumped from topic to topic, responding to herself and answering her own questions in a way that signified intellect, all while sitting lazily on Murasakibara's back, blinking and yawning tiredly, as she does now.

So, when the opportunity to get a deeper insight on the girl arose in the form of a group project, he took it. He learnt a few thing, though he supposed they weren't all that significant.

For one, he learned she was colourblind.

The had a stack of books in front of him, and she asked her to hand him the light blue on, which happened to be right next to a cyan one. She'd said okay, but he turned around from where he was facing his own book when it took about a minute.

The sight he was met with had been her holing the two blue books, brow furrowed and both confusion and concentration in her eyes as she gazed between the two of them.

Shirona-san? He had asked, delicate brow raised. The light blue one.

A bright blush had decorated her face as she placed the books back on the table, cradling her burning head in her arms.

"Aka-kun... I-I can't tell!"

Confused, he raised his head fully to look at her.

"What do you mean you 'can't tell', Shirona-san?"

"First of all, just call me Shiro. Secondly... ah I don't know! I'm colourblind to colours that look alike and it's the worst thing ever! I look at a flower and see a basically solid block of colour!"

"Oh. Okay then. The book on the left please."

Another intriguing thing has been her response to he nonchalance.

She raised her hands from in front of her face, staring at him confused.

"You aren't going to make fun of me?"

"Why would I tease you about something you couldn't control, Shiron- Shiro-san."

A broad grin spread across her face, but it didn't reach her eyes, the golden orbs oddly dark for someone with such a bright smile.

"That's a good point Aka-kun. That's a fair point."

Since then, the two had been in silence, aside from the sparse academic queries.

But, of course, Shirona broke that silence as if nothing had happened.


Shirona Kansai had an interesting middle school experience. Not only had she been constantly teased because of her unusual appearance, but because she hung out with a strange boy.

So of course, her bullies had taken every opportunity to have something else to bully her about. One time, one of them brought in some flowers, and came straight to her, asking her if she liked the pretty colours on the supposed green and blue flowers.

She had been sitting next to Makoto, who had leaned over and whispered that the flowers were, in fact, just blue.

Shirona was just sick of it. So, she had stood up picked up the blue Lillie's, and slapped them across the bullies face. Makoto burst out laughing, and she started crying, so of course the both of them got in trouble, while the girl got of scot free.

Since then, almost everyone she had told of her visual disability, they all made of handed comments about it.

Stupid, dumb even, she knew. But, such is the luck of an outcast surrounded by such... what's the word... dickheaded children.

But Akashi confused her. He couldn't care less, though he obviously stored the information in his mind. In fact, he had even specified the book he wanted in a different way.

It was basic human decency, but it was foreign. It should be the constant response, but since it wasn't she was sort of shocked.

So she broke the silence that had reigned.

"Say... Aka-kun. Would you mind is I referred to you as Aka-tan, instead?"

A healthy blush decorated her features as she glanced away, tired demeanour gone and instead replaced with a nervous or perhaps even shy young girl.

Akashi looked up in surprise. He knew 'tan' would be a nickname used for relatively close friends, as a cute nickname. He knew the girl didn't appreciate having to pronounce many syllables from their first converstaion, where she had referred to everyone with shortened names.

A small smile graced his face, a strange warmth filling him. The warmth made him wary, cautious even as he answered.

"You may. As retribution, may I refer to you as Shiro?" He had read in a book once that if someone refers to you warmly, then you should try and reciprocate that warmth. Very few had ever treated him as such, so he had never had the need to do the same.

It was an unfamiliar experience, thus one he had to research thoroughly and do correctly.

Momentarily, he found himself stunned at the smile she flashed him. Unlike the smiles she has put on until now, the half-assed, cocky smirks, she was genuinely happy. Although it only lasted a moment before her face fell back to that mask again.


Hah, there are nice people here. Fuck you, Makoto.