Day 23: Fashion Tastes and Toned Arms

Summary: When Akashi's fashion sense takes a turn for the worst, its up to Kuroko to fix the problem

"Akashi-kun?"

"Yes, my love?"

"What are you wearing?"

Kuroko's face deadpanned at the sight of his lover, sitting on the couch and legs laying relaxed on the coffee table. Akashi was wearing black skinny jeans, a red tank top, and a light blue half sleeve shirt, but the neckline was off-shoulder so that Kuroko could easily see the straps of Akashi's red tank top. In Kuroko's eyes, that look was a whole new level of ridiculousness.

Akashi just turns towards Kuroko, crimson eyes innocent and confused. "What do you mean?"

Kuroko frowned. "You look ridiculous," he blatantly answered. As his significant other, Kuroko wasn't afraid to comment on his lover's fashion choices, which can sometimes suck such as right now.

Akashi hummed, moving his legs off the coffee table and standing up, allowing Kuroko a much better view of his outfit.

He smiled innocently. "Which part of my outfit distastes you, my love?"

This little innocent façade that his lover was playing was starting to get on Kuroko's nerves. He takes a hand and tugs at Akashi's ridiculous blue shirt.

"This shirt makes you look ridiculous," he commented. Kuroko may not be in the fashion industry, but he still knows what looks good and what doesn't on his lover.

Akashi only continued his cute "innocent" smile. "Ah, so it's my shirt you don't like then? Would you like me to take it off, love?"

Kuroko stayed silent, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. Was Akashi trying to tease him? Was he amused by Kuroko's criticism? He had no idea and it bothered him.

"Just change into something else, Akashi-kun," he answered.

"Alright then. I'll take it off," which is exactly what he did. Akashi crosses his arms and pulls the stupid blue shirt off his head; Kuroko holding his tongue on the way Akashi takes his shirt off like a girl, and he merely watched as his lover stripped so he only wore his crimson tank top, one that matched his hair upon further inspection.

"There, does that make you feel better, love?" Akashi asked, tossing the discarded shirt somewhere in the room, Kuroko wasn't paying attention. His attention was focused more on Akashi's arms.

The sleeveless apparel allowed for Kuroko to clearly see Akashi's muscular arms. They were tone but had much more muscle packed into them than back in their high school career. Ever since he retired from basketball, Akashi had been working his arms more in during daily exercise, and the results showed from witnessing those flexed and well-built biceps that Akashi adorned. Kuroko had to admit that it made the man look very attractive, even hot, and that was a term that wasn't even in Kuroko's vocabulary.

"Kuroko, do you see something you like? You're blushing," Akashi added, snapping Kuroko back from his trance. He couldn't help but feel embarrassed by Akashi's comment, but now that he thinks about it, he could reply in one of two different ways.

Kuroko could play dumb, or he could admit to his lover of 4 years that he's attractive. Tough choice.

He plays dumb. "I don't know what you're talking about, Akashi-kun," he replies firmly, but the blood was coursing through his cheeks, the blush still apparent, and he wasn't making direct eye-contact with his significant other. There was no way that Akashi couldn't see through that obvious lie.

"Is that so? I don't think that's true, love. I think you're lying to me," Akashi stated. Yeah, Kuroko could see that coming from a mile away.

But still, he already dug his own grave. "I don't think so, Akashi-kun."

"Hmm, oh really?"

It was at this point where Akashi began walking closer to Kuroko. Confused, he tried to step aside, thinking that his lover was walking past him but instead, Akashi stepped aside too. Still remaining confused, Kuroko stepped back as his lover crept closer to him. Before he knew it, Kuroko's back hit the back of the wall and Akashi placed his hands on the wall on each side of Kuroko's head, trapping him.

Akashi's eyes lowered, whispering enticingly, "Why don't you take a closer look?"

At this point, the only thing Kuroko could clearly see was Akashi's admittedly attractive face, his crimson tank top, and the enticing biceps that pinned Kuroko where he stood. His pink blush evolved into red tomato, gaze flickering away from Akashi to his arms, then to his chest and back to his arms. Well, his gaze kept going all over the place. Everywhere he looked, he was surrounded by Akashi.

He chewed on his lower lip, the man that stood in front of him just looked so…attractive.

"K-keep your shirt on," he mumbled, almost to himself and Akashi didn't seem to hear it.

"My love, you're going to need to speak a little louder for me to hear," he replied.

Kuroko, blushing like a tomato, peered down at his tank top, taking a shaky and shy hand to tug at the hem.

"Keep this on," he mumbled again, this time a little louder. He could hear Akashi laugh softly before taking one of those built arms and place a gentle finger on his chin, lifting it so that baby blue hues were staring into ruby red orbs.

"Whatever Kuroko wants, Kuroko gets," he replied, an amused smile on his face before his leaned closer, locking his lips with Kuroko's. It didn't take long for Kuroko to accept the kiss, one arm wrapping around Akashi's waist and the other moved towards Akashi's biceps, stroking it softly. Their lips moved in sync, and Kuroko could easily feel the pulsing muscle of his lover's arm. Why did Akashi have to be so attractive?

They pulled away, face flushed before the kiss could become more passionate. Akashi smirked and Kuroko looked away embarrassed, yet he couldn't deny the fluttering in his chest.

"You never answered my question," Akashi remarked, causing Kuroko to look up. Oh yeah he almost forgot. After what had just happened, Kuroko had no reason to lie.

"Akashi-kun, why are you a handsome devil?" he asked, moving his gaze back at Akashi's. Said man froze for a second before his amused laughter returned.

"And why are you such a cute angel?" the redhead asked in return, causing Kuroko to blush even more, if that was possible.

Well he got me there.

"Seriously though," Akashi placed a hand on Kuroko's cheek. "You are way too adorable, love. You know I love you, right?"

Kuroko smiled in return. How he went from criticizing Akashi's fashion sense to almost making out against the wall is beyond him. But the only thing he cared about right now was how much he loved this handsome, attractive man in front of him. He loves everything about him; his arms, his eyes, even his fashion sense, no matter how horrible it is.

"Yes I know, Akashi-kun. And I love you too."

Notes: Here's a link to the outfit that I reference in this fanfic in case you were interested: /jworldtokyo/status/616231538057818112

This is probably the fastest I've ever updated this challenge but that's only because I'm going to be busy this afternoon and I wanted to get today's fanfic out of the way. Also I will be adding summaries to each fanfic starting tomorrow. :)

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