Disclaimer: If I owned Kurobas, it wouldn't be a shounen manga anymore.

Characters: Fem!Furihata, Akashi.

Note: have been wanting to write that, and I think someone has requested it… English isn't my mother tongue.

Setting: College AU.

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Let's get this straight. He's an Akashi, and an Akashi doesn't get startled, remember?

She's not even looking at him as she wanders by, head buried in the books of her (something about astronomy, he notices.) and he's not really paying attention either, to focused on his mobile because of a message from his former teammate. (note: punish Ryouta later), so the collision is entirely unexpected.

He catches her arm before she falls.

"I'm sorry!" The brown hair girl says, managing to keep her balance. "I wasn't look…oh.."

She stares at him, wide eyes and every level of emotion appears. He raises an eyebrow. Truthfully, she seems familiar…

Furihata Kouko is terrified, utterly terrified. Of course, it must be him of all people. Of course it must be her to have such rotten luck.

Akashi Seijuurou. The feared captain of Kiseki no Sedai and Rakuzan. It has been a long time since she last saw him, anyway. He has changed, she supposes, especially after his loss after Winter Cup.

But how on earth that they have gone off to the same university?

She prays to heave above that he will never remember her. (A bitter feeling left at her mouth at that thought. Who is she for him to remember?)

His voice brings her back to the reality:

"I apologize for the trouble. I wasn't paying attention. Are you sure you're alright?"

Still a gentleman, huh?

"I'm alright…" Again, she isn't able to finish the sentence as he puts the phone in his pocket and examining her head – it's aching, she realizes, but his fingers are refreshingly cool against her hair and the pain begins to disappear, slowly.

"You should go to the infirmary." He tells her firmly.

"It's unnecessary!"

He sends her a look, and Furihata admits her defeat.

"Good." He smiles in approval. "You need checking, just for good measures. Have we met before?"

Oh.

Fate must really, really hate her.

"We…" She is about to tell a lie, because it will be easier, and he'll forget, anyway. But something stops her, as if her voice has disappeared. "We…" Furihata breathes. "I'm Furihata Kouko, Seirin's manager."

"Oh? It's nice to meet you again."

She stares at him, again, and opens her mouth to ask, but he has already turned his back to her, expression unseen and says:

"I'll accompany you to the infirmary."

For an intelligent girl, Furihata really doesn't know what's going on.

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a/n: Happy birthday, Furihata.

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