a/n: 1 week late. sarreh.

it's finally dooooone~ //shot. i probably won't update this one shot collection for a while. but there are two one shots just waiting for their endings to be typed. lol.

Also, I used Prince Akashi for this. because it's post-Winter Cup, and everyone knows he's back to the dreamy but still stern Akashi: in other words, Mama Midorima's Papa Akashi from Teiko Arc. 8DDD //stabbed. (akashi could be dominant. fight me. consider a submissive midorima before doing so.)

Aomine was suggested by @LivItYourWay 

Midorima was suggested by @IrishSeptember and @DreamsDoComeTrue

Murasakibara's is inspired by a chapter of Horimiya. Kise's by a scene in Acchi Kocchi. I apologize if they're OOC.

(really, i was supposed to make just three, but i can't find it in me to reject the midorima requests XD then, i didn't want to leave out yellow and purple XDDD)

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redamancy

(n.) a love returned in full

~♥~

Kuroko Tetsuya

"Hey, _______! Can you come here for a sec?!"

You turned away from your friends to meet the boyish face of Kagami Taiga, the expression on his face showing his excitement for something. Beside him sat the expressionless Kuroko, his deep blue eyes also on you after glaring slightly at his red-haired friend. Immediately feeling conscious and your cheeks donning a rosy hue, turned back to your friends and excused yourself. They let out supportive cheers, knowing full well that this could be it, the answer to your confession from a month ago. You shushed them frantically in worry that Kuroko could hear them, to which they responded with excited giggles.

"What is it, Kagami-kun?" you asked with a hospitable smile once you got to their place, bouncing back and forth on your heel and your toes. Though it was Kagami you addressed, your gaze was cast on the usually unnoticeable former Phantom Sixth after regarding the ace with a brief glance.

His ocean-like eyes were on you, unblinking, and you were almost ready to drown. Once you realized that you had been staring at each other for more than five seconds now and that Kagami was witnessing this, you turned away consciously, your cheeks in a deep shade of pink. 

"This guy 'ere wants to say something to you." Using his thumb, Kagami pointed to his friend before standing up and walking away to give the two of you some privacy, a large meaningful smirk evident on his face.

"Kuroko-kun...?" you called him, hesitantly peering into his deadpan expression as he stood up silently, his gaze on your face unwavering. 

He lifted his right hand towards, a rectangular present wrapped in a simple baby blue wrapper adorned by a circular ribbon. His eyes fell to the ground momentarily before they went back to look at you. "It's my return gift for last month's," he explained silently, his tone as monotonous as usual. 

It's obligatory. Your hopeful heart sank at your realization. You weren't getting your answer anytime soon.

You managed a wry smile as you took it, the wrapper's unusual surface pleasant to the touch. It wasn't the kind one would randomly pick up from a wide selection in bookstores. You offered him your profuse thanks, bowing as you did so. It's a book, you thought upon feeling its weight. Before you could straighten up, you felt a gentle weight on your head, so you blinked then looked up at where it came from. 

Kuroko has his hand on your head, his lips tugged into one of the smallest of smiles. "Please give the text some thought."

Holy vanilla milkshake. That smile.

"I will! Thank you!" You bowed lower before rushing back to your friends, you face on fire.

You fanned yourself as you struggled to keep your breathing even, both efforts to calm your raging heart. Your friends looked down on your present and urged you to open it. Apparently, they were more excited than you were. With a sigh, you complied to their requests. You were right; it was a book, a light novel at that. What surprised you was that it fell into the romance genre, and the story's synopsis at the back had you immediately interested in the story. The plastic wrapping usually found on new books wasn't there, but that wasn't much of an issue. Your friends, however, upon finding out that the gift you had been waiting for the whole day turned out to be some boring book, lost interest.

You flipped through the pages in curiosity, and what puzzled you was that there were words highlighted in bright neon yellow. Though you weren't the type to welcome spoilers with open arms, you just had the compulsion to look through them, regardless if they were essential to the story or not. You'd find out when you start reading, anyway.

In the first few pages, "I" was highlighted. Nothing remarkable.

You flipped through a couple of pages, and found "love" highlighted. It was the character thinking about love and if it really is necessary in one's life.

The next was "you", found in a dialogue of the main character addressed to a friend. Again, it seemed nothing special.

Really, what was up?

You flipped through some more, just regarding the words lazily as you didn't find meaning in the context where they were placed in.

"Would you just please shut up and cooperate?"

Flip.

That's where Reizen wants to go.

Flip.

"The cat is out of the bag, eh?"

Flip.

With his blade, he slashes through the Shadows one by one, completely throwing them into the void. 

Flip.

"It was me! I did it! Blame his death on me! She did nothing wrong!"

You cursed inwardly. A character's going to die. That's one of the types of worst spoilers in the history of literature. You set down your book, different ideas on who would be most likely to die rushing through your mind. Ah, but that wasn't what's important at the moment.

What exactly did Kuroko mean with "give the text some thought"?

It was a random idea, but you decided to put the words together, and you weren't disappointed.

You jerked your head towards where Kuroko was seated, and you immediately locked gazes with him. His eyes widened for a second before he turned his eyes towards the black board, a light shade of pink tinting his cheeks.

~♥~

Akashi Seijuurou

"(L/n) (F/n), please proceed to the student council room."

Your classmates all turned to look at you, their eyes conveying their pity for your fate. You smiled nervously, trying to relieve the tension building up in your chest, before you walked out of the room and into the hallway bustling with activity. Lunch break wasn't the only cause; it was also White Day, when guys who were given chocolates from last month are obliged to give return presents to those givers.

But, knowing Akashi, his reason would be of more relevance. You inwardly scolded yourself for being delusional to even hope for a scenario where he'd reciprocate your feelings to happen.

A few knocks on the student council's door prompted Akashi to give you permission to come in. Though one deep breath wasn't enough to calm your senses, you turned the cool doorknob and hesitantly pushed the door open. You stepped into dimly lit room before you silently closed the door behind you. You were greeted with the intimidating sight of the redhead playing chess on his own, his hand moving a white pawn one tile closer to the black horse. He raised his crimson gaze to you, sending electricity all over your body. You held your breath.

Did he find out that it was you? 

Of course, he did! He's freaking Akashi Seijuurou!

He leaned back on his chair, probably to stretch his back, then straightened. "Take a seat," he gestured to the corporate-looking couches in front of his table. You complied stiffly, your expression as placid as you could manage in the nerve-wracking situation.

If he was ever intending to talk about White Day, that would be because you were the only female who dared to leave a honmei chocolate on his desk in his classroom with just a letter including a vague introduction, not even bothering to write your name.

"Let me get straight to the point. I regret asking this, but did you desire to put your language teacher to shame?" His tone was was impassive and formal, but you hoped you didn't hear that sliver of contempt hidden in his words.

You had no idea what he was talking about; you actually admired your language teacher but Akashi was not someone to make a mistake. You responded with a small shake of your head, not even sure that you wanted to tell him that it wasn't you, that he was wrong. "I did not..."

The sharp sound of Akashi's chair being harshly pushed back escalated the tension in the room. In a swift steady stride, he went to your area of the room then sat on the couch across yours. A familiar piece of paper was in his grasp, and it was soon placed on top of the wooden coffee table separating the two of you. The neat handwriting on the paper was more than familiar; they were yours. Oh, gosh. 

"Then, would you care to explain this?" He leaned back on his seat, his icy stare making it difficult for you to answer his question. "Did she not teach you the proper ways of writing a letter?" You tried your best, nonetheless, expecting the worst case scenario: a painful rejection.

A frantic apology was quick to leave your lips accompanied by a flustered low bow of the head, palms sweaty in anxiety. "I just wanted to confess before the school year ends," you elucidated uneasily, averting your gaze from his stony expression. "I apologize for my selfishness! I meant no harm!"

He let out a loud, audible breath. "That does not justify your inconsiderate actions."

"I'm sorry," you said once again, because, well, what else could you do? The harm was done, and he was almost making it clear that he does not have time to even consider being in a relationship with you. 

He did not reply. Deafening silence filled the room, until he got on his feet, walked towards a corner of the room and spoke. "You ought to make up for your actions."

"I promise I will," you replied with wavering conviction. "Just give me the word..."

"Good. I have something in mind."

A few seconds later he was beside you, but you kept your head bowed low. You gave his legs a sidelong glance before looking back at the polished floor in front of you.

He called your name, the coldness of his manner of speaking no longer there. Of course, it could be just you imagining things, but you were sure there was also a hint of warmth in it. You did not respond, only preparing for whatever he was to say. He called you once again, and this time, you lifted your head, only to be filled with surprise due to the bouquet of red roses and a heart-shaped tin can of chocolates in his arms. He bent down and placed the items on your lap. You were not able to utter a word once you saw the expression he was wearing on his face.

A small smile gracing his lips made you want to slowly melt into a puddle of unidentified goo. 

"This is how you can atone for last month's incident, _______: go out with me."

~♥~

Aomine Daiki

"Where are we going?!"

"Just freaking follow me!"

"Don't you have basketball practice?!"

"Do I look like someone who cares?!"

"But you should at least come, Ahomine!"

"You--! Just shut up and follow me, woman!"

You clicked your tongue in irritation as you glared holes into his back, his hand holding unto your arm as he had you in his tow. The two of you hurriedly weaved through the crowd of people also walking on the sidewalk, bumping into a few shoulders and backs and being sent glares in the process. You wanted to pour all the blame on the indigo-haired player but he was obnoxiously agile enough to avoid each person who came his way, making you the one be the object of the sharp looks. The bastard's going to pay, you swore to yourself.

He lead you to a nearby establishment meant for karaokes, earning an incredulous look from you. Aomine raised a brow and made a lopsided smirk as he paid the cashier for a private room. "Wait and see," was the message you got from the smug look he gave you just now. You sighed inwardly as you trailed behind him into the room he rented for a hour.

The seat was unbelievably comfortable, but that did not ease your suspicion and annoyance for the arrogant male you were with at the moment. If this had something to do with the White Day present he obviously forgot, you were not thrilled. Just his forgetfulness for such an important occasion ruined your mood and your expectations. He waited by the door until the snacks he ordered arrived. Shutting the door behind him, he was welcomed by the expression on your face demanding for a valid explanation.

"What?" he asked indifferently as he took the rectangular machine to set the first song on the machine. 

The scowl on your face deepened. "Explain, Ahomine, or I'm going to leave."

Loud mellow music immediately filled the room as he carelessly threw the remote-like gadget back to the sofa. It bounced before settling on its place. The lyrics were now on the screen and the countdown begun, but the mic wasn't even in his grasp. His hands, instead, were busy fiddling with his red necktie. At first, you thought that he was just loosening it to let him move more freely, but he was actually taking it off. He threw it to you casually before he started unbuttoning his white top. Was he really going to stip---

"What the hell?!" you exclaimed. He turned to look at you, the smirk growing on his lips, as his fingers continued unbuttoning his shirt. They were already on the second to the last button, revealing enough of his well-toned torso to make blood rush to your face. You cursed to yourself. Shoot. Those abs. Forcefully shaking off the thoughts from your mind, you reprimanded yourself that this wasn't the time to internally fangirl over his body.

And his shirt was now flying to your face. 

Oh, your virgin eyes.

You tore your gaze away from the fanservice taking place. The mellow music continued. Did he just pick a background music?! "AOMINE! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" you screamed over the song as you fought the urge to look at those tanned muscles.

"What do you think?" he asked, the victorious grin on his face obvious in voice. His presence was growing closer, so you decided to send him a sharp glare, but that was a wrong move. The bastard was dancing seductively to the slow rhythm with only his upper body.

"M-Making a fool out of yourself! Get some clothes on!" you demanded, throwing his shirt to him. It hit his waist, but he made no effort to catch it or pick it up when it fell.

"Haaa?" He raised an eyebrow, his body now straightened but still open for display. "Don't you get it?"

"Get what? Your stupidity?"

He ignored your insult then placed his hands on his waist. "This is your White Day present, idiot," he pointed out, like what he was doing was anywhere near normalcy. "Or, do you want me to take this," he gestured to his pants, "off too? I don't mind~"

You frowned as you gathered every bit of your shattered composure, choosing to ignore his remark regarding his pants. You did not even want to think about it; you were ready to call the sexual harassment hot-line if ever he really intended to take the said clothing off. "Where the heck is the present here? The chips?" 

"No." He leaned back, making his muscles more pronounced, while his hands slowly presented his body from top to bottom. "Me."

The next second, a remote was flying at high velocity to his face.

~♥~

Murasakibara Atsushi

"_______-chin, this is for last month's..."

Surprise overcame your features. One, because he actually remembered, and two, because he actually had the willpower to hand over one of his prized chocolates. It was more expensive than the usual sweets he always bought, you could tell, and that immediately brought a joyous smile on your face. You took the small box of chocolates from his hands shockingly easily; you were expecting him to fight for it even just for a little instead.

These little actions fortified your belief that your boyfriend indeed loves you, and that you were just not someone to kill his time with.

"Thank you, Atsushi-kun!"

He nodded.

"Can I eat this now?" you asked with pleading eyes. He just gave the return gift during lunch break, when it was just the two of you eating on the school's rooftop. It was just the perfect dessert, and, surely, it would give him a sense of satisfaction when he sees you enjoying his gift---his efforts were well-rewarded. 

"It's yours... You can do whatever you want with it," he replied, his eyes shifting from the chocolate on your hands to your now smiling face.

"Thank you for the food!" You opened the pack and took one of the chocolate balls into your mouth, the sweet flavor of the chocolate sending your taste buds dancing in glee. "It's delicious, Atsushi-kun!" you remarked with a large grin as you chewed then swallowed.

The laziest of smiles was briefly on his face, until it disappeared after a moment or two. Maybe it was too much effort for Murasakibara to maintain. "I'm glad you like it..."

You gave him an enthusiastic nod as you extended your arm with one of the chocolates on its hand's open palm. "Eat some, too!"

His purple eyes stayed on it for a short while before he turned away, obviously troubled. "No," he responded firmly, further shocking you. Since when did Murasakibara refuse sweets? Was that Murasakibara abducted by aliens and replaced by this (also) tall but adorable cutie with a better hold on his self-control? "It's _______-chin's..."

You hummed thoughtfully before scooting closer to him, your shoulders now touching. Your hand now atop of his, you laced your fingers through his larger ones. He raised his hand from your grasp, and for a moment there, you were disappointed until your hand was under his, his fingers entwined again. Unable to stiffle a giggle, you had to fight the urge to tackle this adorable giant.

"Atsushi-kun~" you cooed, rubbing your thumb against the side of his hand. He looked down on you, but his gaze were momentarily on the chocolate on your other hand before turning to the grin on your face. He tilted his head in question.

"You know, you don't have to restrain yourself." You popped the chocolate ball into your mouth, chewing a little. "All you have to do is ask."

He looked conflicted for a second before his decision was easily made. He stared into your eyes, his own filled with sudden conviction, before saying, "Then, can I have some too...?"

You nodded, about to give him the box, only to be stopped short by his lips now on yours. His kiss seemed needy, and since this was one of the few times your boyfriend initiated and intimate action, you responded almost immediately. What you didn't expect, however, was that he'd force his tongue into your mouth, making your lips part in startlement, which gave him more freedom to move. His tongue moved in one swift motion around your mouth before he immediately pulled away. 

What just---

Oh.

The half-chewed chocolate was no longer in your mouth.

You puffed your cheeks, pouting. Murasakibara looked down at you, a victorious smile now on his face as he slowly chewed his treasure. Really, he suddenly looked like a kid who was rewarded with a toy for doing something easy.

"It does taste good, but _______-chin tastes better~"

~♥~

Kise Ryouta

You haven't talked to your boyfriend for the whole day.

Which was okay, since you were supposedly the understanding girlfriend who was more than aware that he was not just your boyfriend, but he was also a model and the ace of the basketball team, which meant that he was extremely popular. He received tons of Valentines chocolate last month, so he had to give gifts to all those girls today.

But who were you kidding?

Your growing jealousy was starting to be difficult to control, accompanied by the disappointment due to the knowledge that his return gift for you was stolen for a fangirl, and he was not able to to retrieve it. Several times of the day did you had the strong urge to take off your shoe and throw it to a fangirl who squealed his name. To avoid this from happening, you kept your distance away from today's everyone's Kise.

However, your boyfriend wasn't as tactless as you thought he was.

A firm grip on your hand out of no where jerked you out of the hallway and into the tight storage room. Not even having enough time to react, a pair of lips kept yours from screaming for help, because who wouldn't if some unknown being suddenly pulled you into a small space? The person's golden hair and topaz eyes were enough to let him continue kissing you passionately, until the two of you were out of breath. 

"What the heck, Ryou--"

He instantly pressed his lips against yours, but, this time, it went shorter. He placed his pointing finger to his lips then made a frantic expression. "Shush!" he hissed. You frowned. 

His arms found their way around your body and pressed you tightly against his, a gleeful grin playing on his lips. "Uwaaah~ I missed you, ______cchi~" he said softly as his placed his forehead on top of your shoulder, his embrace tightening. 

"Whose fault do you think this is?!" you scolded him under your breath, the irritation you kept bottled up for today being slowly released. You glared at his blonde hair, since you couldn't really see his face.

"I'm sorry~!" he whined. "But keep quiet for a while, ______cchi..." He slowly made a trail of kisses from the exposed skin of your neck to your lips, taking a short detour on your earlobe with a teasing bite. He placed at least ten brief kisses on your lips before he pushed you out of the room, making you almost fall out of balance when you got out. Curious people stopped to look at you, but that was the least of your concerns at the moment. You shot daggers at the door, before bowing your head to hide your strawberry red face and walking back to class. 

Your lips now tasted of chocolates.

Damn that Ryouta.

~♥~

Midorima Shintarou

With a friendly and reassuring smile on your face, you gratefully took the small present from a close male friend into your hands. You gave the wrapping a quick look, inferring that he either spent time for your present especially or he had someone to wrap it so nicely. "So pretty~" you commented, your eyes on the detailed ribbon. "Thank you so much! I appreciate it!"

The male in front of you nodded, his cheeks in a deep shade of pink. He uneasily scratched his cheek before looking into your eyes. "Um... You see..." A heavy breath left his parted lips then he closed them, his eyes now burning with determination. "______-chan, I think I li--" he suddenly halted his words as his eyes widened and blood drained from his face. He trembled, looking away, before excusing himself then frightfully scurrying away.

Your eyebrows crumpled in curiosity. Before you could even muse over the reason why he suddenly left, a deep, stern voice called your name from behind. All of a sudden, a marching band started playing a quick and lively tune in your chest. You knew who that was. Your chirpily turned on your heel, facing the green-haired male who was wearing a menacing look on his face. 

"Is there something wrong, Midorima-kun?" You could tell that he was in a bad mood. Did you do something that made him approach you?

His stoic expression returned. "No, there isn't," he replied. 

Nodding, you soon took notice of the items in his hands. On his left was a pink alarm clock, while in the other was a medium-sized rectangular pink box with a red ribbon on top of it. Despite the girl items he was currently holding, his face remained stony, as if this type of thing was perfectly normal, through his brows were slightly crumpled.

You hummed thoughtfully. "Do you need something?" you inquired, tilting your head slightly, your hair concealing a small part of your face.  Your eyes wandered back to the box in his hands, clearly a present for someone who gave him chocolate last month, and you couldn't help but be curious on who'd be the present's receiver. Hopefully, it's you. You unconsciously squeezed the small gift in your suddenly sweaty palms at the thought of him giving it to another person, a constricting sensation gripping on your chest.

"(Your zodiac sign) has the lowest ranking," he stated, his emerald orbs looking off to the side for a moment before turning back to look at yours.

The thought never surfaced on your mind; checking your horoscope was more of a thing you do when you're reminded of it, which happens not that often. Simply put, you weren't as much of a fan of astrology as the male in front of you. You gave him a thoughtful nod, him remembering your zodiac sign and checking it being not much of a big deal. "I think I'm doing fine, though," you reassured him, just in case he was concerned.

"That is not enough," he reprimanded you sternly, his lips narrowed into a thin line. Suddenly, he seemed hostile, so you didn't find the courage to tell him that you'd be okay.

"I'll be careful, then... Thank you for your concern," you said stiffly after a few awkward seconds, your voice coming softer than usual. About to bow politely then excuse yourself to escape the tense atmosphere you brought to yourself, he shoved the pink box into your hands. You looked up to him in confusion, and, my oh my, what a glorious sight to see.

His cheeks were of the same hue as the present's ribbon and his gaze was anywhere but your face. "Take it. It's your lucky item. Also my return gift," he growled under his breath. You carefully took the box with your dominant hand. Through the small opening in the middle of the box covered by transparent plastic, there were three frosted cupcakes, one short word written on each of them.

'I love you.'

You lifted your head to look at him, but he was already walking away in an unusually quick manner. Not really sure what to reply since the cupcakes' design could be of mere coincidence, you called out, "Thank you, Midorima-kun!"

He stopped for a second, making a small nod, then continued on your way.

When you got into your classroom, you checked Oha-Asa out of curiosity. To your surprise, your zodiac sign was ranked third, and your lucky item was a Doraemon figurine.