The mockingbird (Akashi Seijuro love story)

Say pretty please.

Shizuko's POV

This had already been a long and dreary day, I'd managed to get through all my classes by some miracle, without being called out by the teachers. It was rare for me to not skip any classes, but today I'd gone to every single one. I was pretty pleased with myself for it actually, and gave myself a mental pat on the back. School had just ended and I was just changing my shoes by my locker, as well as retrieving my stuff. Akashi actually hadn't bothered me all day either, he'd tried of course, but the horde of fangirls always trailing behind him had gotten in his way every single time. It was a rare treat for me, this day had actually gone pretty smoothly. If only my dad would also be in a good mood when I got home it would be perfect. Was a single day of normalicy once in a while too much to ask?

I was just about to pick up my bag and leave when someone came running past all the lockers. It was a rare for someone to run inside the school and it attracted my attention. The person came rushing past at an impressive speed but I still got a glimpse of the unmistakable red hair as he stormed past. What's he doing running around after school? It was odd, his sneakers squeaked as he came to a stop just after passing my locker section. A second later his head popped out behind the end of the lockers. I raised an eyebrow at him a bit dumbfounded at his appearance, his uniform was in total disarray from running. He had a look of slight desperation on his face which amused me.

"Hayame!" My amusement quickly went down the drain as he came over with fast steps stopping in front of me.

"You have to do something for me" I sighed heavily while rolling my eyes. Apparently I couldn't get by even one day without clashing with this guy. His tone was just as demanding as usual, but it didn't bother me as much as before and I simply ignored it. I needed to get home, and I needed to stay away from him.

"No I don't" I turned to leave but he slammed his hand into the locker beside me, cutting off my escape. 

"Yes you do." I glanced at him, he knew fully that I was more than capable of flooring him if I wished to, which would be a major blow to his massively inflated ego. Still he was willing to try and force me to do a favor for him? He must be pretty desperate then. I raised an eyebrow curiously and turned back to look up at him properly. The sound of several people coming down the stairs reached our ears and he tensed. 

"I think he went down this way" I couldn't help but grin sadistically at him, his fanclub was still chasing him even now? I leaned back on my locker, watching this might be entertaining enough for it to be worth getting home late. 

"Get them off my back" I snorted at him in a condecending manner, did he really think I'd do something like that for him? I crossed my arms over my chest, my curiosity peaked. Just how desperately did he wish for my help? 

"Why?" He groaned slightly as I didn't yield my services to him immideately. The frustrated expression on his face was exquisite. 

"Because they've been on my back all day and I'm going crazy! I still have basketball practise, but I can't stand having them around. Get rid of them" I laughed at him, he was obivously stressed out, and on his last straw. He frowned at my response. 

"And how do you suggest I do that? Want me to beat them up?" His eyes widened slightly, his shoulders sagged with relief as I didn't flat out regect him, but he shook his head at my suggestion. 

"No, no fighting." I scoffed at him a bit dissappointed. Not that desperate then. If he'd said yes to that I'd gladly do as he asked, only so that once the teachers found out I could blame it on him telling me to do it. He'd definetly get detention. 

"Then how?" He shook his head frustrated trying to think of something. 

"I don't know, just figure something out" He waved his arms slightly, I smirked at him, it was rare for him to be this unhinged, it was an interesting sight.