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For ten minutes, Kuroko bored his gaze on the coffee.

Sighing, he wrapped his fingers around the mug, hoping the warmth could ease his anxiety; it was futile, of course.

On the other hand, Akashi sat across him, cross-legged. Oblivious of the teal haired male's turmoil, he sipped his tea in a delicate manner.

Kuroko didn't know why he ended up sitting in the local coffee shop with the most problematic client he had ever encountered, Akashi Seijuuro. Whenever Kuroko closed his eyes, the scene from last night's events unfolded before him—that explained the new, black marks shadowed under his eyes; Kuroko couldn't get a good night sleep.

"Sensei, are you okay?" Akashi furrowed his eyebrows, his face bathed with concern. "You seemed to be so exhausted. Do you want me to order another coffee or tea?"

It took a moment for Kuroko to register Akashi's words into his fatigued brain. "Ah? No, it's all right Akashi-san. I am good."

Akashi didn't buy his statement, but the crimson eyed male nodded and continued sipping his tea, knowing it's best not to press the issue.

Kuroko believed his sleeping disorder or dealing with Akashi's DID didn't affect his wasted mental, but the fact that Akashi kissed him lustfully last night intrigued Kuroko. They had only known each other for twenty-four hours, yet his DID side—Seijuuro—expressed his questionable affection shamelessly. Honestly, what's with the two Akashis suddenly bothering Kuroko like a leech?

"Sensei, let's talk." Akashi suddenly spoke, placing his mug on the table. "I am calling you today so we can discuss my DID case in a different atmosphere. I think it's a good change of pace, what do you think?"

Akashi's words stopped Kuroko's train of thoughts. The therapist blinked confusedly, but then he finally read the situation and nodded half-heartedly. "I appreciate your consideration, Akashi-san," he muttered.

Why am I involved with him in the first place?

It all started two hours ago…

2 Hours ago:

Before Kuroko could take a moment to enjoy the morning air in his office, somebody knocked the door.

Kuroko peered at his wristwatch and grimaced at the unfriendly hour. As far as he knew, the clinic was still closed at seven in the morning, and patients were restricted to come. Kuroko presumed it would be Kise or Midorima, probably asking him another stupid errand.

As he swung the door opened, Kuroko couldn't believe the figure before his eyes.

It was Akashi—for god knows how and where he was able to enter the hospital without getting caught.

Suddenly, Kuroko's sleepy eyes jolted wide and awake. Still infuriated towards last night's event, Akashi was the last person he wanted to see today, but since it was part of his job to meet this man regularly, he went straight to the point to confirm his suspicions. "Who are you?"

A cute smile spread across Akashi's lips as he spoke. "It's me, Akashi."

Kuroko heaved a relieved sigh. Thank god, it was Mr. Charming instead of Mr. Aggressive. Kuroko found dealing with Seijuuro was the last thing he wanted to do before he dosed his brain with caffeine.

Despite his complaining muscles, Kuroko greeted Akashi as polite as possible. "Good morning, Akashi-san, what brings you here so early in the morning?"

Akashi nodded approvingly at Kuroko's attempt to hide his exhaustion. "I come here to ask you to join breakfast with me."

Kuroko couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Excuse me?"

"You don't mishear, sensei." Akashi put on his delicious smile that would make girls swoon. "I am inviting you to join breakfast with me near the city. Since patients' hour starts at eight, you still have one hour. What do you think?"

Before Kuroko could politely reject his offer, his stomach betrayed him by growling out of the blue. Kuroko flushed his face in embarrassment, and he swore Akashi chuckled at his misery.

"You can't escape sensei." Akashi took his hand and leaded him from the patients' ward to the lobby.

Kuroko, convinced that he had no chance to escape, gave in to the crimson-haired male. He couldn't seem to escape from both Akashis.

When Kuroko walked outside the clinic, his eyes flew wide in horror when he realized the hospital's entrance gate had been sliced into pieces. Slowly, he turned to Akashi with an alarmed expression. "Akashi-san, did you do this?"

Akashi stared at the wrecked metal gate before he replied with a good-natured smile. "Considering I never practice violence, I had Sei do it for me."

Kuroko's eyes widened, curiosity got the better of him. "Sei? So in DID, you can control your personality with your free will?"

Akashi chuckled skittishly towards Kuroko's meekness. "Not often, but Sei listens to me because we have the same objective coming here."

"And that is?"

"We want to see you."

Kuroko's palms sweated.

He peered at the wall-clock below the ceiling and scowled when it was still half an hour until eight. Kuroko didn't know thirty minutes could feel like an eternity.

"So sensei, I have a conversation in mind," Akashi said suddenly, taking a piece of chocolate soufflé with his fork.

Kuroko tried to keep his cool façade. "Y-Yes? What do you want to talk about, Akashi-san?"

Akashi cleared his throat before speaking. "I've looked at your name last night from the hospital's bio data book. I realized that our age gap isn't that far."

Oh my god. Kuroko wondered which Akashi had done such a thing that didn't help with his inner sexual frustration.

Knowing Kuroko wouldn't answer, Akashi continued. "Can I just call you Tetsuya?"

Kuroko felt heat traveling to his cheeks, and he found himself speaking. "Please, don't mind!"

Akashi's brows arched; he didn't expect the immediate response. "Very well, then I will call you Tetsuya." He tossed the cake into his mouth and chewed it gracefully.

Kuroko slapped his head inwardly. This was going to be a long thirty minutes!

"So Tetsuya, I noticed that you haven't gotten over your inevitable sexual frustration," Akashi batted his eyelashes and moistened his lips, hoping the therapist would feel aroused by his actions.

Kuroko swallowed, trying to resist Akashi's charm. "I really think we should discuss your DID case, Akashi-san."

"Nah, I think you're on the right track, there's no need to discuss them further." Akashi forked another piece of cake before rolling his tongues around the silverware, sucking the latter. "Let's try to heal you by initiating mundane conversation."

Kuroko died inside as his gaze fell upon the silver fork coated by Akashi's slaver. "A-Akashi-san, trust me I am fine—"

"So tell me Tetsuya," Akashi started and placed the fork back on the plate. "Which university did you attend before becoming a therapist?"

Kuroko looked lost by the sudden normal words coming from Akashi's mouth. For some reason, this kind of conversation slowed his heart rate greatly. "Tokyo Psychologist Hospital sir, it was recommended by my friends in high school."

"Oh, which high school did you attended?"

"Seirin," Kuroko smiled as he reminisced his days in the basketball club. "I was once a member of the basketball club."

Akashi's eyes crinkled with interest and said. "Wow, care to elaborate, Tetsuya?"

For the next thirty minutes, Kuroko found himself rambling and ranting his high school days to Akashi, but the charming red-haired returned the favor by telling a little bit about himself. Kuroko learned that Akashi came from one of the prestigious, basketball school in Japan—Rakuzan. Kuroko found it fascinating. As time went on, the two started discussing their perspective matches back in high school and sharing the struggles they had been through.

But the best of all was, Kuroko found himself starting to feel a little less nervous around Akashi.

"…Your misdirection sounds interesting," Akashi said, sipping his second cup of tea. "Where did you learn it?"

"It involves observing people's eye movements," Kuroko said, scratching his chin. "I diverted their gaze to somewhere else so they won't see me."

Akashi nodded, smiling in satisfaction. "You're an amusing man, Tetsuya. What makes you want to learn it in the first place?"

Kuroko froze. For a moment, the teal haired male racked his brain for words while Akashi fixed his gaze on him.

Finally, Kuroko spoke. "I think it's because I want to be useful in the court."

Akashi stared at him for a long moment before turning away from Tetsuya. "You're a wonderful man Tetsuya. I can almost admit that you make my heart swoon."

Kuroko stifled a gasp and stammered. "T-Thank you Akashi-kun! You're a wonderful person too!"

Before Akashi could reply, Kuroko's phone vibrated in his pocket. Mumbling an apology, Kuroko fished out his android and scrolled the screen upwards. It was a message from Midorima.

I just arrived on the clinic this morning. One of your clients left me a note that he is not going to make it today, so technically I believe you have nobody to attend to. How are things going with Akashi? The director also left a note that he will be absent today, so if you want to rest, you can stay at home.

It's not like I care though. I don't want your exhaustion to be an inferior to my work. By the way, Aquarius ranked second last, so watch out nanodayo.

Kuroko almost laughed at the last one; Midorima was as sentimental as ever.

"What is it Tetsuya?" Akashi asked. "Your face is in the verge of laughter."

Kuroko couldn't help but smile. "It's my colleague. He told me to stay at home for a rest."

"What a considerate friend you have there." Akashi commented, smiling.

Kuroko entered into a fit of a giggle as he spoke. "Well, Midorima-san is always like this. He is trying to not care but he does, it's very funny."

Suddenly, Akashi hauled up from his seat as his chair made a screeching noise. "Well then Tetsuya, that means you're free today."

Kuroko's eyes traced across Akashi's features and nodded. "Y-Yeah, sort of."

"Then Tetsuya," Akashi offered a hand to the bluenet. "Would you like to go on a date with me?"

Kuroko felt pink, sparkly flowers glittered on the background as if he was part of a shoujo manga.

The teal haired male gazed at the hand before him. Dramatically, he reached for Akashi's hand until Akashi yanked his and squeezed it gently. Kuroko blushed. Akashi's warmth overwhelmed him, and he wished time could just stop forever.

Again, Kuroko questioned his attraction towards Akashi Seijuuro. He just met this man twenty-four hours ago, yet his affection was no different that a man who had loved his partner for many years. Their fingers, lips, and eyes—all of them locked perfectly as if they were made for none but each other.

For the next few hours, the couple visited various places such as arcades, restaurants and malls. Honestly, Kuroko found Akashi's generosity quite intimidating, especially the crimson-haired male occasionally pampered him by offering him expensive, materialistic products. Those Chanel satchels and Rolex wristwatches cost a penny to Akashi's wallet, but Kuroko found them too lavish for his taste.

On their fourth dining in a fancy restaurant, Kuroko gaped when Akashi informed him of their next destination—the amusement park; an affordable, mundane place, even though Kuroko thought that Akashi was made of money and luxury.

Kuroko questioned Akashi twice about their destination, and Akashi just nodded without a word.

After taking the cab with comfortable silence, the couple reached the fantasyland.

Since night had fallen, the amusement park scarcely filled with people, but Akashi shoved a ten thousand yen to the park's director to activate the Ferris wheel. Kuroko could just stare at the horrified expression brimming the director's face.

One of the bright workers willingly helped them to set up the ride. As they slid off inside their designated gondola, the staff beamed at them and closed the door before scurrying off to spin the wheels.

A few moments later, Kuroko felt his stomach dropped as the gondola ascended, slowly hovering them above the rest of the passenger seats. When they reached the peak point, sparkling city lights and the navy-blue expanse of the sky reflected in Kuroko's eyes. His lips parted in awe, marveling at the view.

Akashi sat across him and smiled at the overjoyed therapist. Slowly, he took Tetsuya's hands and intertwined their fingers together. Kuroko stiffened. He smiled back and the red-haired male and squeezed their hands together. Damn, Kuroko wished he could skip work often just to see Akashi's genuine, gentle smile…

Then Akashi kissed his palms.

Kuroko stifled a surprised gasp. The moment those delicate lips contacted with his skin, Kuroko knew he couldn't deny his strong feelings towards this man before him. He couldn't help the grin that split across his face.

"Akashi-san," He found himself giggling. "This is embarrassing."

"Nah," Akashi muttered, shaking his head. "Well, it's just the two of us."

Kuroko felt his heartbeat caught on his throat. "W-Why are you being so nice to me, Akashi-san?"

"Tetsuya," Akashi said. "I have something to tell you."

Kuroko nodded obediently, anticipating for Akashi's response in bathed breath.

But...

…

…

Umm….what was taking him so long?

"Ano, Akashi-san?" Kuroko finally asked, concerned "Are you okay—?"

Suddenly, Akashi lunged at him.

He crashed Kuroko's back against the seat behind. Kuroko inhaled sharply, feeling the air deprived of his lungs. Akashi's fingers clawed on his sides, causing aching pain on his hips. Kuroko thrashed and kicked, but it was futile to escape from Akashi's aggressive grip.

"Akashi-san—!"

"Why did you let that peasant kiss you?"

Kuroko froze. His eyes slowly widened—Oh shit.

Seijuuro squeezed his eyes shut before opening them wide, revealing his heterochromatic pairs of eyes. His lips pulled into a ludicrous snarl, and his yellow iris glowed in fury. "Answer me Tetsuya! Why did you let that bastard touch you?"

Kuroko's lips trembled, stuttering. "Sei...you come back."

Seijuuro mumbled profanities under his breath before barking. "Don't you get it Tetsuya? The reason I want you to meet Akashi so you can heal my DID! But in the end, you play lovers' spat with my alternate self instead of performing your duty"

Kuroko grinded his jaw and sunk his nails to Seijuuro's rigid shoulders. "You don't get it Sei! Based on my observation, Akashi is the one who has DID because you're the one invading his identity!"

Seijuuro looked taken aback by the statement. He gritted his teeth and hissed. "So, you think I am Akashi's parasite? Not the other way around?"

Kuroko retaliated. "Wait, No! This is not what I meant—!"

"Then answer me Tetsuya," Seijuuro grabbed his cheeks while smirking. "If you need to kill one person, which one would you kill? Would it be Akashi or Seijuuro?"