Blush (Akashi Seijuro x OC) | Kuroko no Basuke

Chapter 3: Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain

Mika didn't blame Akashi Seijuro. She knew that forcing your ideals on someone who believes otherwise would only result in tension. How could she persuade the boy to change the council's decision now that she looked like she wanted him to be the bad one? He'd only stand firm in his belief. She'd been pestering him for days now since then but there still wasn't good result. Her painting brush strayed from the line, green paint smudging the blue-colored part of the panel. She sighed, tried to erase the paint using a white dye, then colored it blue again.

She and the other Shelter members were already decorating the narrow booth, nestled in one of the corners of the square, that was assigned to them by the student council. Just in case they fail to persuade the President to move Shelter's booth to another venue because a change of the council's mind was, honestly, looking more impossible each day that passed.

Just like them, the other clubs were also setting up and designing their booths. Mika envied them. It must be nice holding their event in the center of the roofed square; it must be nice not to constantly worry that their place could be drenched in the rain if it ever poured. She sighed again.

"There's nothing else we can do, Risa-san," Jun pushed his bangs away from his eyes.

But there was this tiny, tiny voice in Mika that refused to believe that. It kept on saying, Fight for it. Fight for it! She'd been pestering Akashi for days now but the boy wouldn't budge. Maybe she was just doing it wrongly. Maybe there was something wrong with the way she talked to him, the way she tried to persuade him. Or should she turn to the other council members, perhaps? No. Everyone in Teiko knew that it was Akashi's words and commands that ran the school. One word from him and they would follow. And, even if the other council members agreed to her, it would not be put into action without Akashi's approval. It should be him. But, what should she do? She needed a different approach.

Daichi stopped hammering a piece of wood. "Ooh, I know that look in Risa-san's eyes. You're thinking of something, aren't you?"

Of course, she was.

What else had she not done yet?

The alarm on Mika's phone rang. It was time to head to Angels' Place to practice with the kids.

Mika's eyes widened.

This.

This was it.

She abruptly stood up. "I am thinking of something and I think this would work this time."

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It was another sunny but breezy day. When afternoon came, the Teiko basketball club's first string players, dressed in their white and light blue uniform, headed to the second stringer's gymnasium to have a practice match against Genki Middle School. Seijuro had heard enough about them and he had Momoi collect their data. He was convinced that it would be an easy win for his team again. Nevertheless, a practice was a practice and they should do everything to ensure Teiko's supremacy in the middle school basketball circle.

"Stop eating, Murasakibara. We'll be playing a game soon." Seijuro heard. It was not the first time they heard Midorima command Murasakibara to be tidy and appropriate. The green-haired boy frowned while they walked.

The tall student eating responded by merely stacking a few more potato chips inside his mouth, saying that it didn't matter because they would win anyway.

Midorima grunted. "That's not the point. It's about being proper," then he halted, something catching his eyes.

The others stopped in their tracks too. Near them was a fat boy barely fitting into his tight school uniform carrying a 10-gallon jug and making a beeline for a route hidden in one of the corners of the school.