Generation of Celebrities [KnB]

Captivated & Perseverance

How do I answer his love letter? The jacket that hangs from your doorknob fell as Akashi opens the door. He picks up the jacket, folding it. He places the light-colored jacket on the bed.

He messages your shoulder which gives you a sudden surprise. "[Name], did you not hear my voice?"

"Sorry, Akashi-kun. I'm writing a song." You were unable to meet his eyes. You were so focused on writing beautiful music, you couldn't help but to talk fast.

"What for?"

"For the drama. It's an answer to Kuroko-kun's love song." You smile happily. He was getting provoked by the fact that you weren't meeting his eyes.

"Can I review it?" Akashi asks. You handed to him, still not looking at him, turning around to write another song.

"You can throw it away." You continue to scribble out the music sheet and pick up another sheet and wrote another one.

"This song is really outstanding. You should reconsider it."

"Throw it away. It can't compare to his."

"His?" Akashi was angered. It was first Kuroko then who else? He was tired that you weren't looking at him.

"Sorry Akashi-kun. Can you leave me be?" He wraps his arm around you.

"You didn't want to take on this project in the beginning," Akashi smiles, realizing how grown up you are.

He kisses you on the head, placing his chin at the mark on where he did. Akashi started to move you right and left. You didn't have the urge to push him away. He lets go and places both hands on your shoulder. He lets go and places both hands on your shoulder. He kisses you once more on the same exact spot and not look you in the eye.

"Good night." The door closes and you continue to work on your music sheet without any emotion.

"This is no good." You felt like you haven't been frustrated in a while. You scratch your head as midnight began to pass. The moon was probably the brightest that covered the town. You could hear rain falling down. Cars began to drive by, a bright light passing your room, leaving in a couple of seconds.

Feeling tired, you laid your head on the desk. For just a moment, you felt like having some shut eye. Suddenly, someone you knew, you couldn't tell because it was blurred out but it was warm. That person made you felt warm and happy-go-lucky.

By early morning--before the sun could shine its radiance in the room, you decided to have a walk outside for inspiration. You had already walked out of the neighborhood.

A bell had chimed. You look back, stepping out of the way for the mail boy. He glanced at you, astonished that his favorite celebrity was in front of him.

You weren't wearing your disguise. It was exhausting to put on so you looked normal.

You receive a phone call. When you check the Caller ID, you were puzzled by who Hanamiya Makoto[1] was. The name sounded familiar. You decided to pick the phone up.