(A/ N) OOOMMMGGG! I AM THE WORST PERSON EVER! I ALWAYS SAY THAT I'LL TRY TO UPLOAD FASTER, BUT THEN I LEAVE YOU GUYS HANGING!
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"Kise!" I call out, flinching at my not so blank tone. As I knew he would, Kise-kun starts towards me without hesitation. The others follow a bit behind him, but still come nonetheless. He storms up to us and lets loose.
"What the hell is this, Akashi? I thought you cared about Kurokochii!" Seijuro's eyes don't change as he looks Kise up and down.
"What do you mean? Of course I do." He claims with the usual nasty attitude. Kise blanches at his response, but continues.
"Well, that's obviously not true," he starts. Kise looks to me, who happens to still be trying to escape Akashi's hold. "And you need to let go of Kurokochii. Now." He demands. Akashi's grin curls up dangerously.
"And what position are you in to be demanding something of ME?" He asks sarcastically. His face leans forward to let his warm breath hit my ear. At this, I try harder to get loose. Looking around, Akashi sneers at the three team mates before suddenly letting his grip on me loosen. Of course, I wasn't expecting this, so I flail my arms out behind me in an effort to break the fall, and it succeeds... well kind of.
Kise's POV
I freeze as a whimper is heard. I'm confused as to what it is, but only for a moment. Akashi had let go of Kurokochii like I had asked, but not in the way I was thinking. Kuroko's yell brings me back to the scene, and my blood boils. He had broken his fall with his hand; the injured one. As I rush to him, Midorima starts towards Akashi.
"What were you thinking?!" He asks exasperatedly. "Kuroko sprained his wrist today and you just let him go like that?" Akashi's bravado falters for a moment before he asks.
"How did he get hurt?" Midorima is surprised by the question, but still replies bitterly.
"Apparently he went running earlier today, in the rain, and when I found him, he said he had fallen." Midorima then leans closer to the redhead's ear and hisses.
"You did something to him. Kuroko doesn't cry for nothing." This seems to make Akashi pause, and Midorima moves to check on Kuroko. A few steps away, Kise is kneeling next to him.
Kuroko's POV
Time seems to slow down as his grip on my wrist loosens. I quickly put my hand out, on instinct, to catch myself, but realize too late how bad of an idea this is. The moment I make impact, a sharp pain rips up through my arm, numb for a moment before resuming the sting. A string of incoherent curses leave my mouth as I roll off of the hurt hand and lay on my side. I cup my wrist to my side and wince, eyes watering. I can hear some exchange between Midorima and Seijuro, but I can't pick out the exact words through the ringing in my ears. I hear someone yell, and I move to see what's going on, but a flash of yellow makes me pause.
"Are you alright, Kurokochii?" Kise asks worriedly. I look up, seeing the concern in his expression, and correct my own.
"Yes, Kise-kun, I'm fine." I blink and move my gaze towards the ground, suddenly tired. I can practically hear Kise-kun pouting, and I chuckle softly, almost inaudibly.
"Hey, Kise-kun." I call out for him, even though he's literally right beside me.
"Are you sure you're alright Kurokochii?" Kise asks again. I can't deny the pounding pain in my wrist, but my mind is on other things.
"Yes, Kise-kun. I already said I'm fine, but I have a question." I state. His expression is one of curiosity and he shuffles in place.
"Okay then. What is it?"
"...Is the candy still at my house?"
"Yes-"
"In a safe place?"
"I guess s-
"And it'll be there when I get back?"
"Ha, yes Kurokochii, it'll be there."
"...Promise?"
"Totally." I pause momentarily.
"...Okay then." Before I can say more, Midorima kneels down next to me. Sensing him, I sit up carefully, keeping my hand cradled in my lap.
"Oi, you need to be careful! You could've broken it-"
"Yea, yea, whatever," Kise drones. "Is it okay now?" Midorima glares at Kise for the interruption, then looks to me. He gestures for me to give him my hand, and I do so, slowly. He takes the previous bandaging off and looks it over, sometimes placing pressure on certain points. He then starts to ask questions, probably about the level of pain I'm feeling, but I'm not paying attention. My gaze travels past Midorima and focuses on the redhead behind him. Our eyes meet, and some unknown emotion flashes briefly in his eyes before he smirks.
"What is it, Tetsuya? Can't make up your mind? Jeez one moment you're yelling at me in the middle of Maji Burger, the next you're looking at me like some lost puppy." He closes his eyes, hands in his hair, and laughs.
"Admitt it. You're lost without me-" He opens his eyes again to fin me standing face to face with him. I had gotten up while he was talking, and yeah. You know how my presence works, you've watched my show. He falters for a split second, before rolling his eyes.
"Sejuro. I've already given you many chances, but this will never work out, with the way you're going about this." I say it, and try not to cringe under his gaze. At my words, he smiles wickedly and sighs.
"Ooohh, look at Tetsuya getting all sassy with me. What are you gunna do next? Punch me in the face? With that wrist?" He laughs for a moment, only stopping when he notices that I'm laughing right along with him. I can feel the worried gaze of my team mates on by back, and I take a breath.
"Me? Punch you in the face? No, I was aiming a bit... lower."
VOTING TIME
Do we let Kuroko-Senpai do 'what he needs to do' or does someone stop him?
Yes? + Why
No? + Why
