Title: Red as Wine
Anime: Kuroko no Basket
Character: Akashi Seijuro

*don't worry this isn't horror, even I wouldn't do that for his birthday XD
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As much as you hated it, your English teacher liked to distribute essays around the grade for the students to mark each other's. She says it's good practice for the students, but she's just lazy in your opinion.

And all the English Gods in Rakuzan didn't help boost your self-esteem.

"This person is amazing...." You muttered to yourself in envy as you put a big red '100' on the top of their paper. You literally couldn't find any mistakes and believe me, you were being extra picky.

You put the paper into the pile at the teacher's desk. You never bothered to read the name of the writers, you probably didn't know them, anyway.

"(L/N)-san." Your teacher called for you get your own paper. You dragged your feet and mumbled a quiet 'thanks' before going back to your seat. This paper is double embarrassing since it's creative writing on a love story. 

'Which Rakuzan God destroyed me this time?' You thought as you opened the clenched papers and took a peek. 

You blinked, surprised, at the '95' on the top. That's really high considering the '70s' and '80s' you received before. Turning to the last page, you see a long paragraph of feedback written in red pen in an incredibly elegant handwriting that shouldn't belong to a high school student. You read through it carefully. Whoever marked your paper really understood you and your way of expressing yourself. They also never made fun of your cheesy story.

Evaluated by: A.S.

This is the third time this same student marked your paper. And honestly, who the hell does that? Who writes their initials?! Do they think it's cool? Well, it's very inconvenient! 

Unfortunately for you, the bell just rang and the teacher stepped out of the classroom to distribute the marked essays to another class. Ugh, maybe you can ask some other time. You absolutely need to know who it is now, since this person really gets you. You could tell from the long feedback they always write for you.

Shame. You thought as you spun a pen in your hand while you walked down the hallway to the washroom. The pen flew out of your hand when you failed to move your ring finger in time. 

Someone in front of you picked it up. Your gaze followed as he stood back up. 

"Thanks--" You reached out. However, he pulled his arm back. Confused, you took a look at the person's face for the first time. He had alarming heterochromatic eyes and flaming red hair, those traits made you recognize him right away.

A-A-A-Akashi...! 

You knew him as the student council president and teachers would sometimes bring him up to set an example for all the other students. Other than that, you knew nothing about him, not even his first name.

"Pen-spinning has been prohibited because of various concerns voiced by staff members." As soon he spoke, you forgot to comprehend words. His voice was so... velvety. 

"...I would have to confiscate this, come see me in the student council room after school." He finished, and before you could react, slipped right past you down the halls.

Your heart leaped when he said that. You had never gotten detention before, you really didn't want to start there. He never even told you why pen-spinning was prohibited! And you always did it in class, too!

"His powerful presence disabled my ability to speak!" You said out loud, making other students look at you weirdly.

You read your essay over and over during lunch. Many parts were underlined, meaning they liked how you phrased your thought into this sentence. One particular sentence was underlined many times.

After school hours, you headed to the student council room. You've never been there before, so it kinda took you twenty minutes to find it. By then, most people were out of the building.

"Come in." The same voice answered after you knocked on the door.

You closed the door behind you and mentally prepared yourself for a scolding session. You sat down across from him as he uncrossed his legs and pulled open a drawer. He tossed the pen to you and you caught it.

"You're not in trouble." he said with a sly smile, "I made the rule up so I could call you here after school."

"What? Why?" You questioned, slightly angry that you got all nervous for nothing.

"You've perked my interest. I like you." 

He walked around the table and leaned closer, making you lean back in your chair sideways. You didn't know what to say. Nobody has told you that so straightforwardly before. 

"What's my name?" He asked, confusing the hell outta you, but you answered anyway.

"Akashi-kun?"

He smiled. Everyone was buzzing about his presence in Rakuzan, about how he's the captain of the Generation of Miracles; about how he's perfect at everything he does; about how he's the top of the grade and probably even the whole school. But here you are, barely knowing two things about him and looking him in the eye when he spoke to you.

You yelped and blushed when he pushed onto the back of the chair and made you fall down with it. So now you're in a very uncomfortable situation while he hovered above you like nothing at all. The pen fell out of your hand when he pinned your wrists down.

"Go out with me. You don't have a choice." He says while his forceful side is in power and his yellow iris glowed in dominance. 

"B-But I really don't know you that well..."

"Lovely lips red as wine. May I claim them as mine?" He stated despite his tone being a questioning one. That phrase sounded familiar, but he stopped you from thinking altogether.

He kissed you. You couldn't believe he did that. When he tried to do it again, you frantically turned your head, making him land his lips on your cheek. But that proved to be a wrong move when you realized you gave him full access to your nape. 

"Akashi-kun, stop it!" You protested and tried to wiggle your arms out of his grasp. (Welp, I wouldn't complain if I were you XD)

"Call me Seijuro." He says simply, ignoring your protesting. 

"I--"

He cut you off by blowing a short breath on the side of your neck. He chuckled when you yelped again and quickly bit your lip to stop yourself. More heat rushed to your face uncontrollably when strands of his hair brushed against your face.

"I look forward to seeing you tomorrow, (Y/N)." With a smirk plastered on his attractive face, he finally pushed himself up. You sighed in relief, if he kept that going for any longer, your heart could've just exploded.

"By the way," He added while you're still a mess on the ground, "Thanks for giving my paper a perfect score. I am never good at romance, but I suppose I will get better at it."

As he slid closed the door behind him, you slowly came to realization. 

"Lovely lips red as wine. May I claim them as mine?"

You recalled the phrase he said and why it sounded familiar. It's because you wrote that in your creative writing love story. That sentence is the exact one that was underlined several times in red.

Which means... Akashi Seijuro marked your paper. And he is exactly the one whom you wanted to meet since he understood you.

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HAPPY BDAY TO MAH BBY

Honestly, the second I set my eyes on Akashi, I would've stalked every single one of his social media and followed him around school. There is no way I wouldn't even know his full name XD but ah well. 

Akashi = Love
Akashi = Life

December 20, 2016

Another year with Akaaaaaaaashee <3

(warning: author may be mildly obsessed with him)

:D