06: Unfairness

Footsteps echoed in the silent hallways; the fresh air of the morning giving life to the waking residents of the establishment. Kise turned on his heels, stopping and giving a glare.

"What do you want now, Kasamatsu?" He made sure to give an extra dose of venom on the older teen's name.

Kasamatsu's eyes widened a fraction before he regained his obviously pissed-off look, "I should be asking you that, Kise," He returned it just as loud, but the resentment was not there, "You got a problem? State it now."

He really can't bring himself to hate the brat, after what he just learned from Takao. Him, as the sempai, had to do something about this. Kise isn't just their Ace, he's also (he hated to admit it but) a close friend of his. And Kasamatsu isn't the type to leave out a friend in need. Not when they have a personality switch defense mechanism like Kise.

The blond feigned a smile, "How about getting off your high horse about the 'Sempai' stuffs?" His shoulders sagged as he leaned on the nearby wall.

Kasamatsu stared for a while. Kise was reading him.

He stays adamant, "We talked this over, if I remember kicking some sense into you back then." Kasamatsu said bluntly, trying to hide the rest of his emotions. It was easy most of the time, hiding it behind his anger and kicks: Especially to Kise. But now those whiny yellow eyes seemed to see through him.

Kise sighed heavily, dragged on by the conversation. He steps towards the shorter male, catching how Kasamatsu stepped back a bit. He smirked as he towered over him, "How about I kick some sense into you now?"

"Brat," Was all Kasamatsu could say. Honestly, glaring- more like trying to not falter- up at the blond who suddenly had the aura of Akashi, or maybe even more, was already getting painful to do. He swallows the lump in his throat and adds, "That's my job,"

Kise's smile widens, "Ah, right. Your 'sempai' responsibilities."

Before Kasamatsu could retort anymore about Kise belittling the name, he found himself harshly shoved against the wall, a hand pressed dangerously against his throat.

"How about you be a good sempai and shut up before I knock the living daylights out of you?" The wicked smile wasn't even helping.

This isn't Kise. This isn't that blond idiot who proved to be their unyielding Ace.

Kasamatsu struggles to steady his breathing, or atleast lessen it against the strain on his neck. He didn't want to look weak, not infront of the Ace who depended on him so much.

He wouldn't do something like this. He wanted to ask the blond that, but he can't.

He already knows the answer.

This is unfair.

"Well?" The blond asked again, pressing his hand harder against his throat.

The elder teen closed his eyes, counting. This isn't the time to be angry. There's much more things to worry about than getting angry at Kise's actions. That's right, he should be worrying.

If Kise can do something like this without an inch of regret, who knows what other horrors this once-a-delinquent player can do.

"That's a no," Kasamatsu said after a brief pause, pushing himself off the wall and swatting Kise's hand away. He was lucky Kise didn't push him back again, merely stepping back as his sempai walked past him.

"I could've sworn you were going to hit me," Kise chuckled as he put his hands in his pockets, "Guess you're finally growing up,"

"You," Kasamatsu glared back, "Are the one who needs to grow up,"

Kise smiled again, not caring about the comment as he strided past the shorter teen, "Better get going." He said, "Don't wanna taint Kuroko's eyes now,"

Once he was out of sight, Kasamatsu breathed out, looking around, "He noticed you?" He asked.

The teal-haired male shrugged, "Did you?"

"Not until he mentioned it," Kasamatsu groaned out and checked the wall clock. It read quarter to 8. What a way to start the morning.

"The Kise-kun now is..." Kuroko looks from him to the floor, not sure how to phrase himself after witnessing the blond's actions.

Kaijo's Captain sighed for the umptenth time this day, scratching the back of his head, "I know," And there's nothing they could do. Well, for now.

"Kasamatsu-san, we should go," The younger one suggested.

After a short while, Kasamatsu nodded back and follows him to the cafeteria. He traces his neck, feeling the stinging sensation drop a bit, but the malice is still there.

TBC

A/n:

Aaaand I'm alive! I'm so sorry for the long wait! College kinda killed me, but hey! I'm back from the dead with fresh new ideas!

I hope you're still keeping up with this hehe!

I might be a bit hard-up thinking of a plot on this story, since it really just came up as some random idea, but I swear, I'll make a concrete plot somehow. Please bear with the dramas for now~ ^^

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