A/n: I'm sorry I've been meaning to only make one shot and it is beyond my expectation to find someone who would fav or follow this story. I will now make this a series of possibly unrelated short stories for my otp
Summary: He reads each word as if she was telling him all that she's meaning to say for this past few years. He understands and he decided to tell her his feelings too.
Warning: Unbeta, Akashi x fem Kuroko. Please bear with my worst grammar.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
The Fictional Writer
He was having trouble resting his mind that night and he was not quite sure why. When the clock hits 12, he concluded that a forgotten task is the only logical reason for his involuntarily disturbance.
He recalled every task that he carried out that day, from council tasks to the scheduling of games for his basketball team. Being a council president and basketball team's captain has its fair share of shortcomings too. His schedules are too packed that he might forget some tasks behind and as an Akashi, he could not afford that.
He searched his mind but he could not think of any until he remembers a certain teal head girl. That day, he saw her holding a bright golden-yellow flower that he recognized came from an acacia tree. He remembered spending a minute or two to discern why she was carrying something like that. There is no way she caught the manners of some Oha-asa crazed shooting guard.
To rest his mind though, he stands up and turns his laptop on. He looked for the definition of the acacia flower. His search leads him first to the definition of acacia (yellow) which meant secret love. His heart twinge a little for the thought that someone might have given the teal head that flower as a confession but he was sure that he was the only one who set his eyes to the girl.
He continued to stare blankly to the screen and then his eyes caught something strange.
Reserved Acacia by The Phantom
He hesitates to open the link because he was not fond of fictional stories but the author's pen name and the first sentence of the story caught his interest.
He, who would always top on all his games, could not make an instance for someone like me.
He reads the story about a girl's secret love to someone that would not even look at her in the eyes. He finds the story uninteresting because the author is too poignant for his liking. Yet his mind is highly disturbed by the fact that the object of her affection resembles him too much. He clicks the author's pen name to visit her profile.
There is not much of a description about the author. He reads that the author has already written 24 fictional stories. She is interested in basketball and she is in the middle school just like him.
He started reading her other stories from the date she published them. The first story is about a first encounter which is set from the first day of middle school.
His eyes are cold and unreadable. His voice is reassuring and full of confidence. I have never met someone like him and I think I never would...
He could not make a mistake that he knew who she likes and who The Phantom was. The way she described their school and her choice of words, he knew it was Tetsumi and he was sure it was him that she was describing.
He smirked from the thought and then started clicking her other stories too. There are different universes to the stories but he clearly imagined the two of them taking the flights in every word that she had written. He would laugh when the stories would turn out to be fun and smile every time they would have some fluff scenes. As he continue to read, he would remember every minute he spent with the teal head. He never knew the teal head could imagine so many things for him.
The last story published 9 days ago makes his heart pound harder.
Futile Confession, his fingers felt cold and his heart propelled hard when he saw the title. He was nervous by the thought of the teal head finally confessing to him.
I am waiting for him in the rooftop. When he came and saw me, I handed him the white rose from my tensed hands. My eyes are wet from tears and my throat felt dry but I collected every courage that I have to utter the words I have been meaning to say in these past few years.
The author did not finish the story. From the author's note at the end she said that she will continue the story after some time. He knew that he was waiting for the boy's answer so she could not continue the story yet.
He could no longer afford a sleep because he is excited to go to school tomorrow and see the ending of the story himself.
The day comes and he acts as if it was an ordinary day but deep inside he was nervous and excited to see the teal head.
After class he saw the teal head leave first. Her expression is still blank as usual but he knew she was uneasy ever since that morning. He waited for a couple of minutes before heading to the roof top. He knew what to expect but then there was a part telling him he was only speculating from the things he only read in the net.
He slowly climbs the stairs. His foot felt colder every step he makes. When the teal head girl came into her view, she saw him holding a white rose just like what he read from the story. He could not contain his excitement as he makes his way up. He saw her eyes are wet from tears and the setting sun makes her pale skin looks blushing.
Before he could make the last step a tanned blue head came into his view. The teal head is currently talking and then she hands him the flower. He saw how he accepted it and was saying something to her. The teal head then smiles and wipe the tears from her eyes.
He turns his back and cursed his mind for contemplating too fast. He remembered her words in the story, always at the top of all his game, Aomine is the ace of their team and his voice is full of confidence, Aomine's voice though arrogant could be confident too. He was so in love with the teal head that he assumed hastily. He was disappointed with himself.
Love's logic is incomprehensible especially to those who are blinded by it.
Who is him to crush the teal head's heart? If she would be happy with Aomine, he could only let her happiness to be his own happiness. He could no longer continue to watch how the climax would unfold and he already knew how the story would end. He is not living in the fictional world now.
Her confession failed for the tenth time that day and she could only cry for her unrequited affection. Aomine who noticed how she would go to the rooftop everyday confronted her. She said that she just like to see the sunset from above. She then handed him the rose and just said that she was interested in growing flowers like that. He noticed her eyes are wet but she commented that it was only hurt by the rays of the setting sun.
She always waits for Akashi up there but she knew it was a futile attempt. She could not say a word to him because she knew he wasn't interested in things like this. She knew he was very busy and could not afford to waste his time for her but she is still waiting.
I will keep waiting for you here.
Days already passed but she could not update her story. From the rooftop she could only watch as the red head leave the gates every night.
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