Sitting down next to Kuroko, you held your throbbing head in your hands, rubbing circles above your eyes in attempt to alleviate the pain. It was a very small moment of relief, but it was well worth it. All of this was beginning to take its toll on your head. Akashi, Kuroko, Kise, Aomine...all were hard to believe as it was, but there were still the other “miracles”. What else could there be? And what exactly were Kuroko and Aomine? Kise and Akashi had been simple to find out; they were about as frank as they could possibly be.
Looking down, you found Nigou staring up at you from his position on the ground with his twinkling eyes and wagging tail. It instantly brought a smile on your face, so you reached between your knees and picked the mutt up from the ground. He let his tongue cascade of his pointed teeth, his putrid puppy breath wafting into your nose. Making a muffled choking sound, you set him down in your
Heart still racing, you walked along the sidewalk with no aim in your direction, just the constantly replaying of the scene that had just unfolded. Kise had been so close to you, so intimate. Your cheeks burned crimson at the thought of his traveling hand and the flame that trickled down your legs towards your-
“(Name)-san, can we stop for a moment?”
You froze, your thoughts suddenly being pulled from your rather impure imagery. Turning around, your (color) eyes were met with Kuroko’s ghostly appearance, his skin almost as white as the clouds floating above you.
“Kuroko, are you feeling alright?” you asked him, watching as his eyes appeared droopy, his forehead breaking out into a sweat as his cheeks were flushed. Stepping closer, you were mortified to see that he was almost translucent looking, as if weak mirrors were reflecting the light around him.
Like a real misdirection.
“W-what’s going on?” you couldn’t
Eyes the size of dinner plates, jaw practically on the floor. You couldn’t even get close to comprehending the situation before you.
In front of you, Akashi Seijuro was bend over the poor unsuspecting pizza delivery boy, blood covering the lower half of his face as his narrow eyes glowed with an ominous crimson aura. They were locked onto you, more specifically, your neck.
Scampering with all your speed, you bolted towards the front door of his colossal home, fearing for your life.
‘Please be a dream! Please be a dream!’
The cold hand on your wrist, like touching a cold metal bar, would have awoken you. Unfortunately, this was not a dream. Akashi had really attacked the delivery boy, had really sank a pair of fangs into the boy’s throat, and had really drank his warm life fluid before your very eyes. You suddenly felt the urge to faint.
“(Name).” The way he said it, in such a commanding tone. It was like he was daring yo