Weightless Phantom

Chapter 10: Sleepover

Soft. Rolling over to his side, Kuroko brushed his fingers over the soft silky fabric wrapped around his body. It wasn't just unusually soft; it was warm too. He was warm, which was a rare occurrence. How was it so warm?

Groggily he opened his eyes and stared into the space in front of him; unfamiliar space. Wherever he was, he had never seen it before. The room would be pitch dark if not for the soft glow of the fire in the fireplace and the light of the moon leaking through a large window framed by red curtains. Adjusting his head, he noticed he was placed on the side of a very large bed four poster bed covered in bedding the same shade of red as the curtains.

He could only think of two people who might own such a room and only one who would have so many red things. A blush dusted his cheeks and his hand rose to lay over his eyes as he groaned. This had to be Akashi's room. He was in Akashi's room.....sleeping?

Kuroko pushed himself up to his elbows only to mourn the loss of a bit of the warmth he had felt when the blankets fell away from his shoulders. Pushing himself up further so he didn't need his elbows for support, he gripped the largest blanket to pull it to his chest and realized it was heated. That explained a lot. He took a moment more to savor it's warmth before pushing it off and throwing his legs over the side of the bed. His feet brushed against a soft rug and his toes curled enjoying the sensation.

Bracing himself with a hand on the wood side table, he forced his body to a standing position. He swayed side to side as the spinning settled. Once his vision cleared, Kuroko took an assessment of his current state. He was still in his uniform, though it was wrinkled now and the top button of his shirt had been undone and the tie was missing. Maybe he did that himself though? Well it wasn't important anyway.

Checking the side table for a clock, he noted the red numbers of an alarm clock read 7:15. He'd been asleep for quite a long time it seemed. The last thing he remembered was going to the bathroom after lunch like he usually did and then......

Shit!

Kuroko didn't curse very often, even in his head, but now felt like an appropriate time to do so. He couldn't think of a better time to curse actually. How could he have forgotten, even for a second, what had transpired earlier?

Slumping back to a seated position on the bed, Kuroko buried his face in hands pressing the heel of his palms into his eyes. His friends knew. Maybe not everything, but they knew he was throwing up. Sure, they might have though he was sick but Kuroko knew that wasn't the case. He remembered the looks on their faces and the way Aomine wouldn't even glance at him. He remembered how Akashi had held him....oh god...Akashi probably carried him again too and now he was in his room and what if Akashi was disgusted by him, by his overflowing flesh, by his weakness, by everything? What if he was kicked off the team? What if they hated him? What if.....

No. He needed to get a hold of himself. He could feel the burn of his eyes from the tears that would be flowing down his cheeks if his hands weren't pressed against his eyes so harshly. He could feel himself losing control of his breathing too. He needed to calm down.

With a final press against his eyelids, he removed his hands and took a deep shuddering breath. Whatever happened from here on out was going to happen. It was too late to escape that. Once his eyesight recovered from the abuse, he stood again and waited for the spinning room to settle and the double objects in his vision to merge back into one. With hesitant steps he made his way towards the double doors where a light shone from underneath and pressed his ear against the wood. Surprisingly, he could hear his teammate's voices as though they were directly on the other side. Were they waiting for him in a hallway? Or was there another room connected to this one? Kuroko wasn't sure. He knew nothing about mansions, which he was pretty sure this place was, in fact, a mansion. Where else would the great Akashi live?