Okay, this time, I totally forgot to post it at my usual time. I have been so busy lately! This is not edited, btw, so just ignore the mistakes.

Anyway, please enjoy!

Forget-Me-Not

Chapter 4: In Which Nijimura Is So Done With Life

As the sun rose, casting its rays on the camp grounds where the Teiko basketball club was currently lodging in, a loud shriek could be heard. Akashi opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. There was a moment of silence before another shriek could be heard, followed by screaming matches.

"Nijimura-san, they're awake." Akashi stated flatly, still snuggled up in his futon, eyes not straying away from the white canvas of the ceiling.

The aforementioned teen lying in his own futon a feet away from him merely groaned as he tried to suffocating himself by stuffing his face down against his pillow.

"Nijimura-san—"

"Urgh…" Nijimura let out a muffled sound before turning his head to face the redhead. "I know, I can hear them." He growled, taking a few seconds to calm himself before turning over to lie on his back. "If you want, Akashi, I can give you the captainship right here, right now." He offered, staring at the same white ceiling.

"And be responsible for all of this, all on my own?" As if on cue, there was a loud crashing sound. Akashi let out a polite smile. "No thank you, Nijimura-san."

"You can take a vice-captain, maybe two." Nijimura coaxed. Screams echoed. "You'll have someone to assist you and everything."

Akashi hummed in consideration. The sounds of feet thudding against the wooden floor resounded. "Maybe so, but I don't think I can compete with your magnanimous self. I probably won't be able to tolerate someone trying to help by telling me what I should do."

"Isn't that what you do to me?" Nijimura deadpanned, remembering Akashi's recommendations.

"Is it?" Akashi blinked. A long, suffering noooooooo could be heard in the background.

Nijimura eyed Akashi, scowling. "I hate you…"

"No, you don't." Akashi turned his head to face him, a smirk spreading across his lips. Nijimura rolled his eyes before letting out a heavy sigh as he forced himself to get up.

"No, I don't." he responded as he threw his pillow towards Akashi, hitting him in the face. Nijimura couldn't help but smirk at that.

Nijimura held the door. "Well, I'm off to war." He said, already exasperated.

Akashi sat up, Nijimura's pillow in his lap. "Good luck."

Nijimura rolled his eyes and slid the door open just in time to see a second string member ran by clutching something in his hand followed by another member who was naked in all his glory.

Nijimura stared at the sliding door, preparing himself from all the headache he would surely get once he opened it. This was the last room he had to go in, he could do this. He inhaled, counting to three before he slid the door open and everyone froze.

Nijimura stared, eye twitching. The silence was deafening as everyone turned their attention to him. He closed the door, opened it again, and yep, he was seeing what he was really seeing. He let out a heavy sigh, making the people in the room wince.

"Now then…" He started, "Can somebody explain to me what the hell is going on?" he was talking about the mess the room was in. All the pillows were thrown everywhere, the futons were all in disarray, Midorima was kneeling by the corner where there were shattered remnants of a frog, Kise was tied up with blankets in the other corner, and Aomine was lying face down the ground with Murasakibara on top trying to choke him.

The only reprieve he had was that Haizaki slept like the dead and was undisturbed by the side of the room and that Kuroko was smart enough to disappear, both not contributing to the chaos. Nijimura directed his gaze at Midorima who averted his eyes. He had high hopes from him, he was sorely disappointed.

"Well?" Nijimura demanded.

The others all looked at each other before pointing at Kise in unison. "It was his fault."

Kise who was gagged with another blanket merely made a muffled yelp, eyes wide as he frantically shook his head in denial, wriggling against the blankets wound up around him.

Nijimura closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You know what, I don't care anymore. Get yourselves ready and gather at the dining hall." He commanded, pausing as he added, "And someone wake Haizaki up!" before promptly closing the door.

By the time he had finished scolding the more troublesome members and had sent them to eat and shower for practice, it was already one in the afternoon and he had already missed lunch. Nijimura entered the dining hall, empty except for a few lingering members. He glared at them, silently demanding why they hell they were still here instead of practice. The members were smart enough to run off to which Nijimura felt grateful of. He was already exhausted.

Since there wasn't any food left on the buffet table, Nijimura began to trudge towards the kitchen only to take a pause as the kitchen door opened and Akashi came out, holding a tray.

"Good afternoon, Nijimura-san." Akashi greeted before gesturing with a nod towards the tables. "Please take a sit." Nijimura blinked before shrugging as he complied, choosing a table near the windows.

Akashi followed and placed the tray on the table as Nijimura sat down. "I figured you haven't eaten yet, so I made you lunch." Akashi informed him.

Nijimura couldn't help but smirk at that. "What a perfect little wife you are!" he teased, anticipating a retaliation from Akashi's sharp tongue but was completely surprised when Akashi merely blushed and turned his head away. He couldn't help but stare at the redhead, completely thrown off. Usually, Akashi would be saying that he wasn't anyone's wife or that his husband would be lucky to have him or something along those lines. Nijimura just sat there staring, brows raised high.

After a while, Akashi finally spoke, face in his usual calm façade.

"As the vice-captain, it is my duty to assist you whenever possible. Making you lunch when you have clearly missed it by doing your responsibilities as captain merely falls under that obligation." Akashi smirked at the older teen.

Nijimura stared at Akashi, eyes briefly widening as he realized. "I know…" he stated gently, smiling. "Aren't I lucky to have you?"

There was another pause in the air and again, Nijimura felt that something was wrong but was interrupted before he could ask.

"Of course you are." Akashi stated promptly, nose up in the air. "Without me, you would most likely starve."

Ahh…There it was.

Maybe it was just him.

"Probably, yeah!" Nijimura laughed before he shook his head and calmed down. "This smells delicious by the way. I didn't even know you could cook." He was more the positive that Akashi couldn't cook.

Akashi smiled. "I didn't, not until two weeks ago."

"Oh…" If Nijimura recalled correctly, that was around the time he made him breakfast. Ah, how adorable was that? Nijimura thought to himself, smirking.

As if sensing that he was about to be teased again, Akashi immediately spoke. "If you'll excuse me Nijimura-san, I'll be heading to supervise the training now."

Nijimura chuckled before waving him off.

Honestly, that brat could be so adorable at times.

Nijimura stared at the food Akashi prepared for him.

Tofu soup huh…

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