The Jewel of Miracle -Kuroko no Basuke ff- (GoM + Kagami x Male!OC)

42 : I Forgave You

"What are you waiting for, Yū?"

The silver haired man sighed for the nth time that night. Grumbling while taking his bag and walked outside the car--with the car door opened by Akashi, as the gentleman he always was.

Never mind, let's take it back. How on earth can someone claim to be a 'gentleman' while also kidnapping someone?

"You're overthinking things again, Yū." Akashi said while gently nudging on the smaller man's knitted forehead. "I just want to make sure you're not overexerting yourself, I know how all-out you can be in times like this."

He struck a point, perfectionism running through his veins left him anxious, marking each days until the long-awaited match. His blood boiled at the memory of what happened earlier today, and he knew the others were just as furious.

"You're right." Amanogi exhaled as he made his way down the familiar hall from the living room to his designated room. He was quite ashamed to acknowledge how often he'd lived there, knowing the house's layout by muscle memory.

Peering inside, he noticed his violin case resting on the big sofa, with his music scores arranged neatly on the table. Off to the side sat his blue suitcase, unmistakably packed with a week's worth of clothes. Only God knows how effortlessly Akashi managed to convince his parents, as it didn't happen just once.

Amanogi scanned the room once more, trying to find a certain object he never failed to bring whenever he came . Of course, without the red haired man noticing.

"Do you need anything else? Did I forgot to bring something, Yū?"

The silver haired man quickly shook his head. "Nothing..nothing important."

But Akashi could see right through him, noticing every sigh and wary glance the man before him let slip. 

"Is it..your medicines? I asked them to bring the spares, or do you want me to get one immediately--"

"No no, it's fine Sei." Amanogi said as he shrugged off his sweater. He cast a quick glance toward the older man, who lingered at the door without entering. He had long wanted to ask why, for the red haired man usually strolled into his room as if it were his own--even lying down on his bed back when they're still kids.

"Okay..if you need me you'll know where to find me." Akashi smiled gently, his lips parting as though to speak further, but he let the words fade into a simple good night.

"Oyasumi..Sei." replied the silver haired man.

He didn't see the deep exhale that escaped Akashi as he turned, nor the red marks stains on his knuckles from gripping the door tightly.

Amanogi's breath escaped in a shiver. He reached for his violin, fingertips grazing the polished wood, feeling the familiar comfort of its curves. The instrument was more than wood and strings, as it was an escape from the chaos of his mind. Once he drew the bow across the strings, the room dissolved into harmonious melody. Akashi had built the room with care, padding the walls so Amanogi could lose himself completely, unafraid to be absorbed into the music carrying every unspoken thoughts.

He played without a thought for the world, lost in the swell of melody, until a sharp shriek from the clock above startled him. Its hands pointed straight to twelve, a silent command that it was time to pack up and prepare for rest.

Reaching out for his water bottle, he gave it a shake and frowned, its contents seemed nearly gone. Carefully, Amanogi lowered his wooden instrument back into its case, then quickly washed up before finally opening his door to fetch more water.

He froze, surprised to see someone still seated at the dining table. Blinking againts the dim light, he could instantly recognize the black yukata as the pajamas Akashi usually wore to sleep.