#akamido drabble

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hi! if youre still taking requests with the prompts you rebloged, id love to see you write "cute kisses on the tip of their nose" (not verbatim but it wont let me copy paste it) for akamido (pre reformation akashi, basically "evil" bokushi) and/or murahimu. Thank you! Hope this made sense and was cohesive. Take care

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kisses. on. the. tip. of. the. nose.

Akamido (before Akashi went insane)

“I swear to God I have no idea how you do it”, Aomine screamed at him, pissed off, as Midorima entered the gym. 

This wasn’t something new at all. Ever since Akashi and he started dating two months ago, his friends have been throwing that type of comments at him left and right, sometimes with little to no context. Most days were exactly like this, just entering into a room only to be received with growls and complaints, like they truly believed he could do anything to save them. 

“What’s going on?”, he asks, as he avoids Kise’s attempt to say ‘hi’ to him with a hug, but he knows what’s going on. 

“Nothing, Midorima-kun. It’s just Aomine-kun being a baby”, Kuroko answered. 

“I’M NOT A BABY”

“Mine-chin might be a baby, but he’s right”. 

“I’M NOT A BABY, MURA. FUCK OFF”.

“What torture device are you testing on them now?”. 

“I have no idea what you are talking about”, Akashi smiled, playing innocent. 

“Seriously, I have no idea how you’re not terrified of his psychotic, sadistic head”, the teen insisted. 

“Who said he isn’t?”, the captain smiled again, raising an eyebrow, and Midorima had to swallow his laughter. 

He walked closer to him, the shorter teen still standing with his arms crossed on his chest, smirking at them like they were so much less than him. Midorima was simply a sucker for that kind of expression. He lowered himself, face to face, with a little smile, and Seijurou didn’t move, just stayed there, head looking forward, and Shintarou couldn’t help but to give him a little peck on the nose. 

“Hi”. 

“Hi”, Akashi murmured back. “Okay! Let’s start!”. 

Inspired on this glorious fanart

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Oh GOD now that was teeth rotting, i love it *-* Pouting, spoiled Akashi and understanding, blushing Midorin *-* I swear those 2 will kill me... I'm obsessed! Thank you very much admin-chan, daisuki yo! When you have time, I wouldnt mind reading AkaMido with 8th dialogue but please dont push yourself too much! You are more important, good luck!!^^

Here your sweet midoaka! Hope you enjoy it! ~

 SweetWorrywart

 Midorima heard a loud crash and jolted.

Blinking, he looked away from the computer and around;rubbing his tired eyes he realized it was already dinner time. How it was evenpossible? The last time he had checked, it had been eleven in the morning. Hehad disheveled hair, hurting body and a sleepy mind; he was unable to recollecthis days, but slowly his conscience kicked in.

Oh.

He had missed lunch. And he had stayed glued to his computerto finish the paper due in two days, without taking a break even once for eighthours. Since the crash had come from the kitchen, Akashi was already home. Hehadn’t notice him returning. He hadn’t even greeted him.

To sum up, he was screwed.

Damn.

Wobbling a little, Midorima stood up and walked awayfrom the desk, towards where he heard the other boy messing in the kitchen. Healready felt shivers running down his spine.

“Oh, so you’re still alive.” Akashi commented when hefinally entered in the kitchen, like a walking corpse. Midorima stiffened,looking at the red-haired boy. He was wearing a faint pink apron with bears anda matching kerchief around his head; in his hands, he had a pan and a ladle,probably sources of the noise that had scared him to death.

“Seijuurou what-” Midorima tried to ask confused, butthe boy hit the pan with the ladle another time and noise reverberated inMidorima’s throbbing head. That hurt.

“I was checking if you were enough conscious to comeand check on me if something happened. Since you didn’t bother to greet me orto say something or to even notice I where next to you.” He explained being creepilyangelical. His red eyes were glaring, very, very hard.

Midorima gulped, freezing on his spot. That was theEmperor’s anger.

“Come and sit here.” Akashi ordered shifting the chairfor him, in front of the set table.

“Why?” Midorima asked, taking a step back. Akashi wasstill smiling in that terrifying polite way.

“Just come here.” He repeated, tilting his head.

“No. I’m fairly sure you’re gonna hit me.” Midorimamuttered under his breath.

Akashi froze and his grip tightened.

“Shintarou,” repeated in a menacing sweet way, “Minewasn’t a question. It was an order. Seat here before being hit becomes theleast of your problems.” Threatened before giving him a death glare that madeMidorima shiver. In three seconds, he seated down, waiting for the worst.

Instead, Akashi just put in front of him a full plateof curry rice.

“I’m not that hun-” tried to argue, seeing theequivalent of three portions in his plate, but Akashi banged his glasses on thetable and seated in front of him.

“What?” asked calmly the Emperor and Midorima shut hismouth.

“Nothing, thank you for the food.” Complied beforedigging in it. He knew it was his fault and that Akashi hated being ignored,but that was too scary even for him; he was waiting for the moment Akashidecided to throw him something. Scissors, a ladle, a pan….

They were half-dinner, in complete silence, whenAkashi decided to speak again. The scary expression had left space to anannoyed and worried one.

“After dinner, you’re going to bed immediately.Tomorrow I’ll leave you a bento for lunch and I’ll check if you’ve eaten it.” Explainedstaring at his food, his lips twitched in a pout, “If you don’t greet meproperly when I come home, next time I’ll burn your computer.” Stated offendedand skewering a piece of meat with more force than necessary.

Midorima swallowed, but he felt his heart melting andguilt stinging him; as always, Akashi was only worried about his health and he wasthe only motive thanks to which Midorima hadn’t already died during exam’session. He always took care of him when Midorima forgot to function properly,like the perfect boyfriend should. And Midorima hadn’t still kissed him oncethat day. He felt the worst.

“I surely will eat it and will treat you properly, I’mreally sorry for today. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. To thankyou, when everything finishes, I’ll take you out on a date for an entire day.” Promisedfixing his glass, a slight blush on his cheeks.

Akashi immediately brightened up and showed him a reassuredsmile, the tension in the air vanishing due to his starry-eyes.

“I’ll look forward it.” Said happily, before resumedeating again.

Midorima chuckled, looking fondly at him.

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Hey again! I hope I'm not imposing on you on this one, but can I please have another AkaMido? It's right after the Rakuzan-Shutoku match, lots of angst, with the dialogue number 4. Thanks so much as always :)

Hi dear! You’re never imposing, don’tworry! I’ve also received the other ask and I’ve already an idea, but since Iwrite the drabbles in order of arrival it is going to arrive for the middle ofthe week! Talking about this, even this time I don’t know how it turned ou. Ibelieve I’ve exaggerated with the angst. It’s so angst that the dialogue you’vechosen isn’t even spoke by Akashi. Soeey, I hope you like it the same!

Enjoy dear! ~

 Nothingelse

 Midorima was staring at the wall, petrified in theempty locker room, jabbing hisnails in the skin of his tights.

Flashes of the match appeared in front of his eyes.

Red and gold eyes.

Superiority.

Intercepted passes.

The glowing numbers of the score.

The emptiness on his teammates’ faces.

Takao’s tears.

Midorima took a shaky breath, but he was stillsuffocating and his sight was clouded by salty humiliation. Why he couldn’t doit? Akashi’s final look at him was burned in his eyelids. Where did he have made amistake?

It had been his only chance and he had missed to useit.

Back in Teikou, he had abandoned Akashi. He hadwatched The Emperor taking the control and devouring his original personalityfrom afar, he had witnessed in silence and passivity Akashi cutting all theirbonds. He had been helpless. Now, he had the chance to change things. Kurokohad shown it to him: savouring defeat could change people. He had desperatelyhoped to be able to do the same.

Midorima obviously wanted to win with his team; he hadlearnt to care about them and still thought that they were worth the victory.However, part of him had just wanted to save Akashi. That match should havechanged everything, should have brought Akashi back. The one with whom heplayed shoji, the one who helped him to manage the Generation of Miraclesbetween exasperation and laughter, his captain and the rival he looked at.

But he had lost.

The Emperor had won, destroying him.

The Emperor had killed his Oushou.

 Desperation was eating Midorima from the inside. Norhis lucky items, nor his firm attitude and multiple efforts had been able doanything. He knew, he had read it in Akashi’s eyes: it was too late. His oldfriend wasn’t going to come back anymore, he had lost his only chance. He hadlost Akashi.

Other tears streamed down his cheeks.

He really wasn’t enough.

  A knock on the door called him back from his internalvoid. He stumbled up, trying to erase the traces of his cry, when the dooropened and Takao entered silently. He had puffy eyes too, but he was trying toshow him his usual grin.

“Shin-chan, let’s go.” He only said tilting his head,without ulterior mocking or playful remarks as his usual.

“How long have you been standing outside?” Midorimagrunted, but his voice was still shaky.

“More than you would like.” Takao smirked with ashrug, waiting for him to leave the room together.

“You’re a moron.” Midorima replied, fixing his glass.

“And you’re too kind…” Takao murmured in a fakecarefree way, narrowing his eyes.

Midorima opened his eyes wide and turned to look athim, embarrassed.

“Ehi Shin-chan,” Takao called his friend, locking eyeswith him, “You can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved.” Reminded him slowly,seriously.

Midorima averted his gaze, gritting his teeth. Ah,obviously Takao would have noticed.

“I know.” He muttered looking at the floor, air caughtin his lungs, “But I can’t stop thinking he wants to be saved.” Addedtrembling, broken inside.

Takao grimaced and sighed.

“I’ve told you: too kind.” Commented giving him areassuring pat on the shoulder, “Come on, I’m gonna pedal today.”

  Akashi was talking with his teammates about theprogram of the next days, outside the gym, when his eyes caught an orange andwhite movement, a little far away. He immediately individuated Midorima andTakao, leaving alone.

For a moment, he lost the thread of the conversation.

Midorima’s broken, defeated face flashed in his head.

Akashi had definitely defeated him. His former vicecaptain had challenged him and he had won, whatever Midorima wanted to achieveby doing that, was now lost forever. And he knew Midorima had understood thattoo.

“That’s notwhat I wanted.” A voice from the past echoed in his head, making him shiver andfeel hopeless for a second.

But then, Akashi shook his head and shut the voice up,starting to talk again.

He waswrong.

That’s exactly what Akashi wanted.

Victory and Perfection.

Nothing else mattered.

Nothing else.

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*blushes like crazy* I-i'm sorry for asking twice and bothering you *chuckles* I just, you know wanted to secure it so! Thank you so much, you have no idra how much I obsess over your writings :3 If I am not being too much already, can I request 8th dialogue for the ship -guess it- yes, AkaMido? Comedy this time? If I'm too much already please ignore me! ^^ have a good day, love you!!

Hahaha don’t worry, dear! I happened to do the same,so it’s fine! I’m really happy that you like my writing so much, it makes mefeel really excited, so ask what you want! If I can’t/don’t want to writesomething, I’ll still answer you. Moreover, don’t worry if it takes me a bit towrite, but during the week I have lectures, lessons, assignments…a living hell.So, I’m a lot slower, but I’m going to do it either way! About this…emh, sinceI was really busy, I made a mistake and made it based on the eight sentenceinstead of dialogue! I’m really sorry, If you want I’m going to write even thatone! Please forgive my clumsiness!

Hope you enjoy it either way!

 Overdoing

Now, a pouting Akashi was adorable.

 It was a worldwideknown fact that he was.

His usually polite smile melted in a tense line and hischeeks puffed up childishly; he stubbornly averted his gaze and crossed hisarms, shuffling his feet on the floor.

Actually, in any other occasion, Midorima would havegrinned and hugged him from behind, feigning exasperation at his cheekiness.

Not now.

Not when locked up in the airport police’s office.

“Please, Seijuurou, explain me again why we’re here.” Heasked, seated on an uncomfortable chair. They were shut in a small, blue roomwith only an intermittent light and a plastic table with two empty cups of coffee.Midorima fixed his gaze on the boy seated in front of him, still sulking, buthe continued to look at the table between them.

“I made a mistake.” He replied plainly, irritationwritten all-over his face.

“Saying you made only “one” it’s an euphemism.” Midorimahuffed, fixing his glasses. Good way to spend their special day.

Akashi immediately straightened his head and glared athim.

“I planned everything perfectly, Shintarou. It wasjust one mistake.” Repeated for the thousandth time in an hour. Midorima wantedto bang his head against the table. He was moved, truly moved by his intentionsbut…

“You decided to spend our first anniversary livingtogether in Paris, Seijuurou.” Reminded him coldly.

“It would have been romantic.”

“You planned everything secretly, on your own.”

“It was a surprise.”

“You kidnapped me from my lessons. No wait, you madeyour driver kidnap me from my lessons. In front of everyone.”

“I’m sure someone will lend you his notes.” As if thatwas the problem.

“You wanted to stay away for two weeks, in the mostexpensive hotel of Paris.”

“I like to do things properly.”

“And, on top of everything, you forgot to check if Ihad or not the passport. You brought me blindfolded at the airport and passedthe check-in leaving me with one of your men. Only then, when it was my turn topass, still blindfolded, you discovered that, in fact, I didn’t have one. Finally,panicking you illegally tried to climb over the fences again to reach me and,when blocked, had the courage to bribe the guards to let me pass withoutpassport.” Midorima summed up deadpanned, part of him still incapable to accepteverything that had happened.

At his words, Akashi grimaced and resumed looking atthe floor.

“A mistake, as I said.”

“Why do you have always to exaggerate?” Midorima huffedshaking his head. It should had been a quiet, normal and maybe a bit sweeterday. Not a stressing chain of absurd events that led them to be locked up bythe police.

“I wanted to do something special.” The red-hairedexplained quietly and that was true, Midorima knew.

“What have we said when we started our relationshipabout gifts, anniversaries and special occasions?” The other, however, didn’tflinch and continued with his lecture.

“Have we to talk about it now?” Akashi burst, finallylosing his composure and already eaten by his guilt.

“We wouldn’t be having this conversation if you hadjust listened.” Midorima reprimanded him, rolling his eyes.

His boyfriend huffed and muttered something under hisbreath.

“What have we said?” asked again Midorima, strict asalways.

“To not overdue, to not spend excessive amounts ofmoney and to think like normal, moderate people.” Akashi whispered begrudgingly.He was rich, alright? He wanted to dote on the boy he loved, he wanted to spendeverything for him.

Nonetheless, the truth was that he felt really sorryabout the whole thing. He knew he should have restrained himself. He knew heshould have explained to Midorima his plan, because the hated being unpreparedor confused. He knew he should have reacted in a different way when they hadsaid Midorima couldn’t come with him. It was common sense that bribing was theworst solution (at least in public) but he had…lost it? He didn’t even know howto justify himself. The plane was departing. He had planned that journey forweeks. He and Midorima had been really busy lately and hadn’t been with eachother properly for some time. He was just looking forward so much too it…

Akashi sighed deeply. He hated to mess up and latelyhe was doing it a lot. Only three days ago, he broke the washing machine tryingto do the laundry by himself. Sometimes, he got scared that Midorima could cometo hate this pathetic and imperfect Akashi. It was stupid, he knew becauseMidorima always repeated that he already knew Akashi was human and it was okay,but maybe he was only reflecting his worries on him.

“Well, now we can’t do anything about it, pleaseremember this for the next time,” Midorima concluded, finally relaxing his shoulders.He could see what Akashi was thinking and, now that he had realized his mistakes,he could easily forgive him.

“I apologize for my behavior.” Akashi added softly,but the faint smile on Midorima reassured him a bit. He felt his frustration lightening.

“So, for our anniversary,” Midorima begun to say andAkashi tilted his head curiously, haven’t he ruined everything already?, “Wecould go out for dinner tonight, after they release us, and…take the next weekoff to go to the onsen.” Proposed, a slight blush on his cheeks.

At his offer, Akashi blinked. Once, twice.

“You’re not the only one who wanted to spend some timetogether. I had already planned to ask you tonight.” Midorima specified fixinghis glasses, embarrassed in front of his incredulous stare.

Akashi brightened up, literally beaming, and showedhim a shiny, charming, prince-like smile. Without caring about possibleofficers coming in, he stood up and reached Midorima, who had reluctantlyopened his arms and waited for him stiffly. He seated on his laps and huggedhim tightly.

“I like this idea, we’ve never be to an onsen togetherShintarou.” He mused softly, nuzzling against his neck.

“I knew, that’s why please, next time let’s decidewhat to do together, okay?” prayed, trying to be severe, but his voice wasalready sweeter than usual.

“I’ll try. We could go to Europe during the summerholiday.”

“Seijuurou.”

“Well, maybe.”

“Thank you.” Midorima replied tiredly, but with asmirk on his lips.

“Thank to you, for having saved our first anniversary together.”Akashi smiled earnestly at him, “Not that I care, right now. I believe that ifwe can spend some time together, everywhere is fine.”

“Why didn’t you think about that before?”

“Shintarou.” Akashi threatened with a pout.

“Joking,” he defended himself, giving him a little, blushingpeck on the cheek, “For me it’s the same.” Added averting his eyes and Akashi chuckledsatisfied.

“About tonight,” the former emperor asked.

“Yes?”

“Can I choose the restaurant?”

“No.”

Feelfree to ask me anything! Headcanons, scenarios and drabbles for every ships forHq!!, KnB, BnHA, BSD and the others you can see in my page!

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I am like the happiest person when people write and talk the most because it makes me feel appreciated&taken seriously which doesnt happen often. So thank you!! I feel like I will hang out here for a long while ^-^ Can I request 7th sentence for MidoAka? My first time ever requesting anything to anyone so I hope Im doing it right

Hi dear! You’re welcome! I enjoy it too and you’refree to hang out as much as you want! I hope you enjoy this!

 Human

 Sometimes, people break. They have days when waking upis a torture, when everything seems to be falling down, when they just want tobury themselves in their room and shut the world outside. They feel insecure,weak, and anxious, not enough…They just crumble to pieces. It’s somethingnormal, even if everyone to think that it’s only them having something wrongand feel guilty about it. There’s no reason for it actually, with time they getused to the fact that from time to time they are going to feel like that. They’rehuman.

But for Akashi this was new.

He thought to be unbreakable, a born winner who couldn’tfail. He was the Emperor. But then he learnt the hard way that he was human too.Flaws and breaking downs included.

However, it was difficult for him to get used to it,to accept his weaknesses, to understand how to cope with it. He was scaredfeeling the “other Akashi” emerging from his consciousness, as if nothing had changed.He hated feeling lost in himself and didn’t want anyone else to discover it. Hefelt humiliated.

Therefore, he chose his own way to deal with it: onhis worst days, he just disappeared. Without traces, he would vanishes for afew hours or few days.

Now, unfortunately this didn’t affect only him, buthis boyfriend too.

When Midorima and Akashi weren’t still livingtogether, the first didn’t notice it particularly or took it more lightly. Heknew that his boyfriend sometimes felt suffocating or haunted by his past, or thatsimply didn’t feel well, but it seemed something so faint and ephemeral that hehadn’t to dp nothing more than what he usually did when they were together tohelp him out. Now that they shared the apartment, it was different. The firsttime Akashi had a crisis, he had just left a note on the table with written “Don’tworry. I’m going to return” and had escaped for three days. When he hadreturned, Midorima hadn’t talk to him for two weeks; he had thought he wasbecoming crazy during his absence: he didn’t know anything. Where he was, whyhe had left, when he was going to come back…Nothing.

In the end, Akashi had apologized first, a rare event.He had explained how he needed to be alone in those kind of moments, how hedidn’t want to hurt Midorima by dragging him down too and how he hadn’t to worry.The pointer, seeing his fatigue admitting his struggle, accepted his apologiesand didn’t push it further. He thought they had only to adjust, that thingswere going to change gradually by themselves. They trusted each other, theywere happy, right? But in five months that hadn’t happened yet and he wasfeeling consumed by this. Akashi’s nocturnal escapes made him feel worried,stressed and not enough for him. Why did he have to suffer alone? Wasn’t he theman he loved?

That’s why Midorima, that night, was waiting awake onthe couch. It was three in the morning and he was waiting sitting stiff with abook on his laps, wearing his blue, striped pajamas and the coordinated nighthat that only Akashi could ever find cute. The clock ticktocked loudly in thesilent room, but he was now used to it: after three hours he had stop countingthe seconds passing.

Finally, finally the door’s lock clicked.

Midorima didn’t raise his eyes, but his taped fingersstopped drumming on the cover.

Akashi padded inside the room, holding his breath tobe the most silent he could, but the light from the living room froze him for asecond. He sighed deeply, his attentions unnecessary, and closed the doorwithout holding back. Straightening himself, he reached the guy he knew waswaiting for him.

“Shintarou, I’m home.” He greeted in a quiet voice,the usual polite smile on the lips.

Midorima closed his book with a loud noise and finallymet his red eyes. He nervously pushed the glasses at their place, trying to notshow any emotion.

Akashi cautiously walked towards him, removing hiscoat and putting it on the seatback of the couch. Noticing the tense shouldersof his partner, he didn’t sit right away.

“Foe how many hours did you wait for me?” askedneutrally, still maintain his prince’s façade.

“For thirty-six hours, spent without sleeping,obviously.” He answered coldly. His words fell in the silent room heavy asrocks.

Akashi’s heart missed a beat, uneasiness filled him up,but his mask didn’t crumble.

“We have to talk, please have a seat.” Midorima askedformally, gesturing towards the armchair in front of him.

Akashi sighed deeply: he couldn’t even remember thelast time they had been so formal to each other. This wasn’t going well and hefelt already a grip around his heart. He felt scared.

However, he did as he was told, and sat down.

Midorima was taking his time to recollect what he hadto say and Akashi observed his trembling finger, the dark circles under his tiredeyes, the funny horse plush seated beside him…He had missed Midorima a lot andcouldn’t help feeling a more genuine, caring smile taking the place of his politeone.

Midorima finally cleared his throat.

“This can’t go on.” He stated, words forming nervouslyon his lips as he repeated the discourse he thought during that too long wait.Akashi paled, the fear became terror and he felt something breaking inside ofhimself.

Everything but not that. Not again.

The face he was showing must have been reallyterrified, because Midorima blinked surprised and rapidly corrected himself.

“I’m not breaking up with you!” he hurried, toneoffended about his insinuation, “If I had wanted to break up, I would have justmoved out without saying anything.” He explained bluntly ,fixing his glasses ina nervous tic.

Ah.

Akashi took a breath, feeling stupid for jumping thegun so soon, and showed a faint smile.

“I’m sorry for misunderstanding. Please, continue.” Askedgently, clenching his fist to fight the instinct to get up, reach him and plopon his lap to cuddle.

“I was actually referring to your nocturnal escapes.” Heclarified with a tired huff, “We have to talk about it. This is not how weshould deal with it.”

The red haired one bit his bottom lip and tried tosmile reassuringly.

“I’m sorry If I had worried you Shintarou, I’ll try toreduce the number or to return more quickly; but I feel fine, there’s no needfor you-“ he repeated words Midorima had heard a million times and that madehim explode.

“That’s not what I’m saying!” he exclaimed loudlyclenching his fist and glaring angrily; Akashi shut up startled and finally showeda hurt, confused expression.

“I apologize but-“

“Let me talk, Seijuurou.” Midorima interrupted himagain and, when the boy nodded, continued, “I know why you do it. First, you’retoo proud to ask for help or to show your weaknesses; second, you don’t want tohurt me.”

Akashi didn’t even try to deny it, it was the plaintruth. Shintarou knew him better than anyone else ever could.

“And it’s true that there’s only a limited number oftimes I can watch you breaking before I start to crack.” Admitted regretfully,knowing perfectly his limits, “But knowing that you’re suffering alone, farfrom me, it’s ten times worst. I’ve shown you my tenacity all those years, I’mnot going to break from this. So please, rely on me more, let me be by yourside. We can deal with whatever is torturing you together. I don’t want to endlike during our second year in middle school. So please, Seijuurou.” The pleain his words was so strong that Akashi felt his eyes dampening. Midorima nowwas just looking at him in silence, bended towards him as if he was ready toreach him out, green eyes scrutinizing his soul.

He wanted to answer, but his mind was blacking out andhe felt even breathing as difficult. He knew that this was what he wanted to heardeep down, but he had been to scare to admit it. He had been egoistic all overagain, hadn’t he? Being human and fragile sucked.

“I apologize…” he murmured trying to get a hold ofhimself but his emotions were swirling in his heart like crazy, “I wanted toprotect you, I didn’t want to hurt you again. I thought this was the bestsolution, but I made a mistake and I was too scared of your reaction to rely onyou. Im deeply sorry.” He admitted straightening himself.

“I’ve imagined it.” Midorima huffed rolling his eyes,feeling the knot in his stomach loosening, “When you need something, especiallyhelp, tell me it clearly as when you want to buy something absurd.” He commentedironically, the air between them finally getting lighter.

“If you don’t mind “Akashi gave him a soft glance andplayful smile, “Right now I would need a hug. And cuddling, if possible.” Asked,trying to be honest with himself.

The request made Midorima blush like crazy, much to Akashi’samusement, but he stood up and offered his boyfriend a hand.

“This is a good first step.” Admitted gladly that hiswords came through, “I’m here for this.” Assured confidently, fixing hisglasses.

Akashi smiled fondly and took his hand.

“Thank you, Shintarou.”

The boy sighed, averting his eyes embarrassed.

“You’re too spoiled, Seijuurou.” Mumbled before guidinghim towards their bedroom.

Akashi chuckled softly. He truly was, but only withthe guy he loved and only because he knew he wasn’t going to abandon him justfor that.

  Some hours after, laying down in the bed cuddle up toeach other. Midorima asked a question that had always weighted on his mind.

“Where did you go during your escapes?” he asked curiously,his fingers tangled into Akashi’s scarlet hair.

The boy looked at him earnestly and answered immediately,without even thinking about it.

“Horse riding in my father’s estate.”

“Never mind.”