Author's Note:
This is my first time writing here so please forgive me for my 'not-the-best' writing style. I am also sorry for any OOC moments... as well as how vague this prologue is (though it is a prologue for a reason c(｡･ɜ･)ɾ ...)
Thank you for expressing interest and please have faith in me (❁'◡'❁)
The sound of the bell resonates through the whole building, mellow and rusty but dignified. I guess it suits the prestigious Rakuzan High.
It's Wednesday, the bell has resounded to signal the end of today's classes. I would be happy, I was, but no longer. Actually, the first few Wednesday afternoons weren't so bad, but as of now I couldn't dread it more.
I find myself a seat in the library smelling of sweet mahogany and I'm not even sure whether or not I deserve to be in a place like this. I place my hand across my notebook, with a strong tendency to scrape the page with my nails just to watch the linear dents form across the matte white surface, though they are only visible under bright lights. Throwing that thought away, I rest my face against my books and sniff at the fresh white pages, a smell I have gotten used to every night from my homework progress....
"You're slacking off." A velvety voice travels towards my direction and I look up to see the one and only Akashi Seijuro leaning against the tall wooden shelves with his arms folded across his chest. I don't understand when and exactly why he started coming here every Wednesday afternoon, but I guess I'm the reason for it.
We have a mutual agreement with each other, but I also like to call it a deal. If I could prove myself to him he would promise me something, except he's reluctant to. He himself doesn't want to promise me anything but here he is, assisting me. If he is so hesitant to fulfill any promise he could always leave me alone and let me fail, but his actions speak otherwise.
"Why are you even trying to help me?" I ask, confused by his unpredictable actions.
"I'm gambling, but not exactly because even if I intervene the outcome will still be the same." His unpleasant self walks up and places himself on the seat opposite me. I scrunch my nose and look into his oddly coloured eyes, "Can you be more clear?" I ask as he leans in closer towards me, and I curse myself for feeling intimidated by his presence,
"It means I harbour no expectations for you."
Wednesday afternoons makes me feel like a loser and the bottom of a shoe, and to be precise, Akashi Seijuro's shoe.
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Wednesday Afternoons (Akashi Seijuro Fanfic)
Fanfiction"Wednesday afternoons, I'll grant you this stupendous opportunity to speak your mind, ask me anything. Otherwise, I see no purpose in our association with one another. I look forward to seeing you every Wednesday Afternoon." But... I don't. DISCLAI...
