A/N: Ignore my grammar mistake and enjoy.
"You make all of this?" Daiki asks.
Kuroko nod his head as he place two bowls of rice on the table for Ryota and Daiki, then he continue to do the dishes.
Daiki is still surprise to see the house is clean, he never know someone can clean this dirty place in a short time. He is quite impress and for Ryota he is quite please with Tetsuya and grateful as well.
"Thank you very much Tetsuya." Ryota thanks him and suddenly he give a soft kiss at Kuroko cheek before taking his seat.
Kuroko doesn't know how to react at all, he never been kiss before except by his real mother but no else kiss him before. The twins smirk at him which makes the uneasy feelings inside of him rises. What is wrong with those two? They're quite mysterious compare to Ryota and Daiki.
It was then Ryota cover his mouth and start to cough again, quickly Kuroko pat his back and give him a glass of water and a medicine.
"Are you sick Ryota?" Tetsuya finally asks.
"Well . . ." Before Ryota continues Daiki cut him off. "Ryota has a weak body ever since he is little and can't do much activity." Daiki explain as he begins eating.
Now that explains why the blond keep fainting, also . . .
"Aren't you guys supposed to be at school?"
Everyone except for Daiki froze and look down not wanting any eye contacts which worry him a lot.
"Guys?" Kuroko calls them but they don't answer.
"They hate school." Daiki answer for them.
It was then Kuroko feel something wrong, his instinct never been wrong before. As he keep thinking the twins that has finish their food poke Kuroko at both side.
"Ouch!" He shouts.
They both laugh and run away as they laugh.
"They both are playful, please forgive them."
"Okay . . ."
The boy flip the pages of the book, he is studying everyday and now has become his normal routine. Because of that he is getting bored with doing the same thing every day. He wishes something different will happen for once.
"Akashi sama." His maid calls.
"What is it oka san?"
Ever since his mother die the maid take care of him just like he is her son and that's how he starts to call the maid oka san.
"Here's an envelope from your father." She says as she gives it to him.
He thanks her as he took it from her hand and look inside.
"This is the boy who father talk about."
Akashi looks closely at the picture, he remembers that this boy is the son of his father friend, he doesn't know the reason his father introduces him to that person but everything has its reason right?
"Kuroko Tetsuya." He says as he read the capital letter above the picture. "He looks younger than I thought and we're the same age."
The maid looks at the picture too and she look surprise.
"Oh . . . That's the smart boy who my sister talks about; he's the boy who graduate school four years early than the other kids."
"Is it true?"
The maid quickly nods her head.
"This will be interesting." He smirks. "Since we will be classmates tomorrow."
Kuroko is about to clean the upstairs until his phone start ringing and quickly pick it up since his father is the only person that knows his phone number.
"What is it this time?" Kuroko asks.
"I have good news!"
'OH NO!'
Every time his father says there's a good news it is a bad news for him.
'Please don't let it be a nightmare, please don't let it be a nightmare.' Kuroko prays.
"Well from now on you will attend a school the same school with Ryota. Isn't it great?"
"Dad, I already have . . ." Before Kuroko can continue his father has cut off the connection.
He knelt on the ground and drops his phone. "NO!" He shouts.
Now all this entire time of studying has gone to waste, his study so hard so he doesn't have to go to school anymore. There's no way he want to go to that hell again.
Without him realizing the other four is watching him from afar, wondering why he is shouting.
"Ryota are you sure he is alright?"
"Well he seems funny and cute." Ryota says. 'Very interesting as well.'
"And independent which is very useful." Daiki continues.
The twins simply look at Kuroko and both smirks, then they run away before Kuroko know they're watching him.