Chapter 2: Please Don't Hate Me

The only thing that could be heard was the clanking of dishes and low murmurs of content as large piles of food were consumed. Chatter was quiet as most of the teams focused on the delicious food being consumed, but there was a few things that Furihata did over hear. Like the fact that the first years beat the Shuutoku first years, or the fact that Kagami was an amazing cook and was being teased about being a good wife. Either way none of the chatter around him kept his attention. He was in a turmoil.

What could he have possibly done to anger Akashi so much? Did he say something? Do something? He honestly couldn't figure it out and that was what bothered him the most. He was usually able to tell what was bothering the red head to a degree. It was usually his father or his team mates, but none of those seemed to be the problem this time. If anything, he was really acting like he was a waste of space. Something the old Akashi would do.

Sighing again as he scooped his rice in his mouth he turned his gaze from his bowl to the table across from him in the Inn's mess hall. What he found surprised him, for piercing red eyes were staring at him. The very eyes of the person who had been ignoring him the entire day. It shocked him to see that Akashi's gaze was quickly reverted back to his bowl of miso a frown replacing his usual bland expression, it only made the brunette all the more depressed. As Furihata shifted his gaze back to his plate he never noticed the piercing red gaze look back at him or the almost embarrassed expression Akashi wore when someone called for his attention.

"Furihata-kun?"

Hearing his name snapped Furihata out of his daze, his chopsticks slipping out of his mouth. "Mm?" He responded as he turned his gaze to a pair of light blue eyes.

"You seem upset. Is there something bothering you? Are the first years giving you trouble again? I can always have Hyuuga-kun yell at them. Or Kagami-kun do it." Kuroko spoke as he put a piece of broccoli in his mouth watching as the mousy haired boy jump up and frantically reject the idea.

"N-no no it's nothing like that! The first ears are doing really well and are giving me no trouble at all! It's just…" Furihata mumbled as he looked down at his plate again.

"Yes?"

"You're close to Akashi-kun right? Do you know why he has been avoiding me lately?" He asked timidly expecting the worst possible answer.

"He hasn't said anything particular about it." Kuroko said but when Furihata glanced up at him his expression seemed almost amused if not a little bit annoyed.

"Oh." Furihata mumbled his shoulder slumping as he nibbled on his fried piece of squash, "If he does mention anything will you tell me?" He asked he took another bite from his steamed fish getting a nod in return he finished up his meal. After he finished eating he picked up his plates and a few empty ones planning on cleaning the dirty dishes. When he reached the kitchen he was mildly surprised to the purple giant washings plates.

"Muro-chin, can I go now? I hate washing dishes." The child like teen whined as he lazily cleaned a regular sized bowl that looked small in his grip.

"I'll get you those vanilla strawberry candies you wanted if you finish them though." Himuro smiled his eyes crinkling slightly as he dried the many plates that were given to him, and soon turned to face Furihata. "Oh Furihata-kun, just hand the plates over to Atsushi. He'll clean them."

"No I don't mind cleaning them." The brunette insisted as he stood next to the purple giant smiling hesitantly, waiting for him to move.

"Muro-chin I'm going to go get snacks." Murasakibara said plainly as he dropped the sponge in the sink and patted the brunette's head lightly.

Hearing a sigh Furihata glanced back to the raven standing next to him. "What am I going to do with you?" He chided as he watched the retreating back of the purple haired boy and then turned his gaze back to the boy in front of him. "I'll stay and help you then."

"You really don't have to Himuro-san"

"It's fine." He said and grabbed the plate that the brunette placed onto the dish rack.

With a small smile Furihata went back to washing the dishes and soon got lost in his thoughts. He wish he knew what he had done to upset the red head and it was truly bothering him. He thought they were close enough where they could talk about their problems to each other but it seemed like he was wrong, and now he didn't know what to do.

"Is there something on you mind? It's rare to see you with a long face." Himuro suddenly asked breaking the silence that previously blanketed them.

"Oh! I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to be so gloomy." Furihata jumped getting a few suds on his cheeks, making him quickly wipe them away in distress. He only received chuckling in return and silence accompanied with a reassuring smile.

"It really is nothing, I'm sorry to worry you." He said quickly before finishing the dishes and walking out of the kitchen wanting nothing more than to go into the TV room and drown his thoughts with mindless TV. But of course nothing ever goes his way and as soon as he stepped into the room he walked in on something he rather have not have seen, should not have seen.

There in the middle of the room in front of the TV was a rather large dark skinned male leaning over into the personal space of the blonde boy sitting next who seemed to be rather flushed and confused, the television only adding a white noise to the atmosphere. Aomine didn't seem any better his dark skin concealing his redden cheeks slightly but in no way erasing the red from his face. It seemed like Aomine was whispering something important to Kise and with every mutter his face grew redder, and oh my god Furihata should not be here. They were soon kissing and it sweet and soft, something he could not picture the usually brash teen doing and Furihata quickly covered his mouth in shocked. His own face was red in embarrassment for intruding on such a tender moment and he stepped back only to crash into door and make a loud banging noise followed by himself falling onto the ground with a groan as he tripped over his feet.

"I'm so sorry!" Furihata jumped up quickly his arms spread out in front of him as he waved them around himself unsure, ignoring the pain in his lower back. "I promise I didn't see anything! I-I'll―I mean…Ah! Don't mind me!" He shouted as he tried to salvage not only his dignity but spare the budding couple form their own embarrassment.

With another squeak of an apology and a quick bow Furihata rushed out of the room, ignoring the embarrassed expressions of not only Kise but Aomine as well, but he couldn't help but feel happy for them. Those two were fit well with each other, it was like when one moved the other was quick to follow, and Furihata would be calling himself a liar if he didn't say he saw that coming. He bit his lip as he walked outside of the Inn, and sighed heavily as he held on to his chest willing his beating heart to calm down. Well at least the night was beautiful, it was warm and the moon was shining bright reflecting of the small pound that was located in the back of the Inn. Without a moment hesitation the brunette sat down and looked at his own reflection. He couldn't help but worry for his delicate friendship with Akashi, he cherished it like many of his friendships, but the one he shared with the red head was special. He greatly admired Akashi and he knew that he was a nobody, and didn't deserve the time off day of someone so interesting, he was nothing special he was extremely ordinary. Yet he somehow managed to make friends with someone extraordinary and he wanted to keep this friendship as long as possible. He just wished he knew what he did wrong.

"Akashi-kun. Why did you call me over so close to curfew?" Furihata heard Kuroko's voice in the distance and stiffened in nervousness and did the most logical thing any human being would do. Hide. He hid in the nearest bush that so happened to a have a good view of the opposite side of the pond where Kuroko came from quickly followed by Akashi himself.

"For a specific reason." Akashi plainly said staring down at Kuroko, who looked mildly annoyed at the fact. Not too long ago they were nearly the same height but now he was a good few inches taller than him.

Furihata nearly shivered in anxiety, he really should have left as soon as he heard Kuroko now there was no escape. He peaked over the bush when he didn't hear any more talking and noted the stare down that was going on between the two. If he didn't know any better he would say that the bluenette looked annoyed with the increased of silence and tensed when Akashi soon decided to speak again.

"Furihata Kouki." Akashi started before clenching his fists and hardening his gaze at Kuroko.

"You've been avoiding him." Kuroko responded evenly before leaning on a nearby tree.

"Yes…" Akashi trailed off. Furihata bit his lip as silence over took the two again should he leave now while they don't realize him being there, or should he wait until they leave themselves?

"I can't be near him." Akashi says quietly with much difficulty and breaks his gaze away from Kuroko looking into the bushes near the tree. Furihata's earlier anxiety grew and a sinking sensation quickly followed along with choked back tears. Being as quiet as he could he took a peak at the basketball players and noticed that they were looking at an opposite direction than his own and ran back into the Inn. Missing the rest of the conversation as he ran back into his room and dove straight into his futon. Ignoring the poking and prodding of a worried Kawahara and Fukuda.

It was really as he feared, Akashi hated him. He couldn't even stand the thought of being near him, he was nothing but a nuisance to him. Akashi wanted nothing more to do with him, he said he couldn't be near him. What did that even mean? Was he that disgusting to be around? His confusing thought only enhanced the shaking of his shoulder as he tried to suppress his sobs, and it irritated him even more. He did not understand why this was affecting him so much. There were many times people had told him he was annoying or boring but nothing ever hurt this much. He didn't understand, but he just wished Akashi didn't hate him.

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Sorry bout such a late update! I hope this chapter was ok? Does anybody feel bad for Furihata? lol he so oblivious xD

Anyways excuse any mistakes please! And please comment and review! Here's a secret :o Next chapter will be in Akashi's POV :3