Note: I apologized for the mistakes.

And so this day has arrived, he thought gravely upon spotting the unmistakably red hair of Akashi Seijuuro walking just a few meters away from him.

He was nervous.

He was nervous at the thought that he might not get out of this in one piece. Is he going to be alive by time this was finished? He wasn't sure about that.

The thought that he was walking to his impending doom is not really helping to calm his nerves.

Oh, the things he will do for his friends. You owe me this one Kagami.

Taking a deep sigh, Furihata hastily trudged his way to where he could sight Akashi and got closer before the red head could slip inside the school's building.

"G-Good morning Akashi-san," he cleared his throat as he stuttered for a second when greeting. He slipped beside him. Close to make a proper conversation but not close enough to occupy the guy's personal space. He could feel bullets of sweats dripping all over his body.

Whether it happened or just his mere imagination, he wasn't certain but he noticed Akashi faltering on his steps for a second.

The student council president spared him a glance with a cold gaze, which sent shivers down through the teen's spine. He gulped absently.

"Good morning Furihata-san," he greeted back in his calm voice.

He hoped Akashi didn't detect the force smile on his face, "I hope you wouldn't mind if I take your time for a minute. Ugh…just wanted to talk to you Akashi-san."

This caught the other's attention. He halted his steps and turned to face him. Furihata did as well, smile not wavering from his face.

"What is this all about?" His face was bare with any emotion but the calm tone awhile ago was replaced by a serious voice that expresses he wanted nothing but an immediate answer.

A sigh mentally helps him composed his self. "Can we talk some other place?"

"I have no time for this," Akashi replied, turning around to walk away but Furihata ceased his movements by grabbing his forearm. It was on reflex, he defended inside him.

"Fine, we can talk here. A minute, just a minute," he asked, not plead.

A set of piercing red eyes met the determined brown ones. Furihata forced himself not to blink at the sharp gaze he was receiving. He smiled nervously. He had already anticipated it to be tough to befriend Akashi but never this hard. He could feel himself cowering under those cold eyes. He was here already he can never back down now.

"I don't have free time to waste here," Akashi said, taking his arm off of the brunette tight grip. Furihata realized quickly let him go.

"It's not going to waste," he smiled and straightened his shoulders.

"Start," Akashi spoke firmly, checking his watch for a second.

"Uh…well." Now that he was given a chance he doesn't know where to start.

"55."

"What?" he asked in confusion, not really getting what Akashi was up to.

"50 seconds."

Then his eyes widened upon understanding the situation. The redhead was counting down.

"O-okay," he stammered, "Well, I…I know you're still angry about yesterday and…" he gulped, "I can't blame you. I am sorry for my attitude but it still doesn't mean I agree with you." He heard something snap, but he wasn't sure what.

"40."

"Anyway, that's not the point. I just want to clear this out. I don't want to have any ill-feeling, and vice versa, to any person I meet. I don't really like going to school knowing I angered someone. It doesn't really feel good to me." he said in one breath, releasing a deep breath after.

His silence answered Furihata, he doesn't care of what he thinks about.

"So I wanted to talk to you that…" he wasn't sure how to continue his words.

"You're almost up," Akashi reminded him.

"Okay, I just wanted to ask you out!"

Furihata didn't plan…didn't expect…didn't want to shout those last words, but he did. And end up letting the other students – who were busy doing their own businesses – to hear him and look at him in shock. A loud murmuring coming from other crowd of students didn't go unheard by the brunette who wished to the gods to open the ground and eat him alive. He wanted to run and hide where people doesn't exist.

Even to his ear, the words he uttered seem to be wrong, unbelievably wrong. That is not what he was supposed to say. The underlying message was clear to them, even to him. He made a terrible mistake.

And because of that he didn't saw how Akashi 'stared' at the people around them, making the students to cower away from them.

His inner monologue was interrupted when the sharp voice sliced through his thoughts, he could feel goose bumps literally at the back of his neck. God, help me.

"I am not here for your jokes Furihata-san," he started in a very cold tone, "You're times up, now I need to go. And if you –"

"No, listen, let me finish, I'll explain okay," he muttered in haste. Akashi's lips twitched at being interrupted. "I am not joking…I really wanted to ask you out but not in the way everyone was thinking about. I mean I wanted to treat you as a compensation for the entire dilemma I've caused about your book." He finished.

Akashi could kill someone just by gazing those eyes. He almost felt himself out of breath.

"You need not compensate for that Furihata-san. You returned the book and that was enough."

"No, I can't have that. It was a stupid mistake and I'm not really happy about it. So, I hope to treat you, if you don't mind," Furihata sighed, "And I hope we could be friends." He smiled at the end of his explanation.

Silence met the brunette's words. Akashi was looking at him, as if asking if he was serious or just being dumb.

"Uhm…I'm serious."

"I did not say anything."

"But your expression says so," he reasoned out.

Furihata noticed how Akashi's expression changed from seriousness to blank, "So you can read me now," the redhead commented rather than questioned.

"Uh…n-no, that's not it…I just guessed? Ugh!" he groaned when he could not think of other explanation. He averted his eyes for a moment to avoid Akashi's calculating gaze, only to return to an amuse face of the red haired president.

"You're really interesting Furihata-san," the red head commented. He pasted a small smile, although it looks more like an evil smirk in Furihata's opinion.

"So are you going?" he asked in expectation. His own smile reflected in his face.

"I will accept your offer," Akashi said in a calm tone, gone the sharpness he heard awhile ago. "When and where is the place?"

Furihata suddenly bit lower lip and straightened his pose, remembering that he doesn't have any particular place where to treat Akashi. The red head seemed to detect his inner dilemma when he spoke next.

"You can tell me later if you're finished deciding where to go. You can find me at the office. Now if you'll excuse me I have lots to do," Akashi motioned to turn around, walking towards the entrance of the building.

"Okay, I'll tell you the details later. Thank you so much Akashi-san," the brown haired sophomore bit his inner cheek, feeling giddy for a moment.

Becoming friends with Akashi. Check.

The only problem now is where he should bring Akashi. He hoped the guy would be okay to some cheap family restaurant, he was not rich thank you very much.