The mockingbird (Akashi Seijuro love story)

The Maid and the Captain

Trischia's POV

"Here" I spied the small black devise suspiciously as Seijuro held it out to me. What was he scheming now? I turned to look at him with narrow eyes while accepting the phone.

"Why are you giving me this?" He shrugged indifferently for a moment, not fully able to hide the amused smirk as he studied me.

"You've been behaving very nicely the past days. This is your reward" My eyes widenened slightly, a reward? My eyes fell back to my phone for a moment and I frowned.

"I'd rather be able to wear something else instead" Seijuro chuckled lightheartedly at me, leaning in to place a kiss at my forehead.

"I know sweetheart, and you do have a choice. You wear that uniform, or nothing" I gripped the phone tightly, growing annoyed again. As if making me wear this for a day hadn't been bad enough.... Seijuro had decided he liked my appearance so much in the maid uniform, I now had to wear it all week.

"I refuse to walk around naked for an entire week, I'll catch a cold" Seijuro laughed at me while going to sit at his bed instead. I was still stunned at how lecherous he could be if he wanted to.  I turned my attention to my phone, still a bit offended at him. Once he entered his room and seen me in the uniform for the first time he'd buckled over in laughter.  

"Suit yourself" He commented back and I sent him a halfhearted glare before turning back to my phone. I'd recieved a single message from my dad and I snorted as I read it. 

"Did you survive your homecoming?" I shook my head nimbly in exhaspertation, it felt kind of strange to have this lighthearted way of comunicating with him. But it was a nice way to not be bothered by the gloom of everything before we finally got introduced. I snapped a quick selfie and sent it in response captioned. 'Still alive, for now... He's not done with me yet.' I turned to my chat with Yuuki, only to see she'd sent several messages. 

'Hey, how was Korea?'

'You're supposed to be back by now right?' 

'Are you allright or did something happen?' 

'You're going to watch the Interhigh right? Mind if I tag along?' I furrowed my eyebrows as I wondered which of the questions I should respond to first. I'd been chatting with my classmate for a couple of minutes when a response from my dad ticked in.

'Isn't that one of the Maid uniforms?' I frowned at my phone and sent the redhead a half-hearted glare from the corner of my eye. He was too busy reading to notice.

'Trust me.... You don't want to know....' a small smirk toyed at my lips for a moment. I'd admit that despite the fact that having to wear this was quite embarrassing, it did look good on me, and it was surprisingly comfortable. So for the moment I'd hold back on my complaints. As far as I was concerned I only had one more day where I had to obediently endure all the shit Seijuro put me through. Including this attire. I'd come to discover this past week just how creative he could be with his punishments. I'd make sure to remember it the next time I considered going against him. It infuriated me that he got his will no matter what. If I disobeyed, he got to do stuff like this, and if I did as he told me, well, self explanatory. 

I was pretty bored with being hauled up in his room at this point, and I'd really love some fresh air. I hadn't been able to even go for a run, or play music and it was making me quite testy. Which of course also worked to the redheads favor. Calculating bastard. Yuuki and me agreed to meet up the day after tomorrow, when I was once again granted my freedom. Don't get me wrong, getting to spend all this time with Seijuro was amazing after the incredibly busy exam period and then me going away. But it would be nice to see someone else as well. As well as having the opportunity to vent my frustration at his controlling attitude, and the fact that I'd had to call him 'master' the entire week. I hated it.