umisabaku:

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On one hand, Furihata
knows he doesn’t have any reasons to feel insecure. Even though they have a
long distance relationship, he talks to Akashi and texts and emails him almost
every day, and no one could be more attentive or loving than Akashi. Akashi also
makes regular trips to Tokyo when he can, explaining that it is much more
logical for him to make the trip because he has better access to travel.
(Akashi has never flat out said, “Because I’m richer than you and also I have
private jets and chauffeurs,” but it is sometimes heavily implied).

But Furihata feels
it’s important that sometimes he is the one who makes the journey to Kyoto, and
he’d feel better about the whole thing if he didn’t get the impression that
Akashi didn’t quite like it when he was here.

And now, a few of
Akashi’s classmates have spotted him, and they’re talking to him, and Furihata
wouldn’t say he was jealous, exactly, but these girls are all incredibly
pretty and also wearing very fancy clothes with designer handbags and he can’t
but follow a certain train of thought along the lines of, “These girls are all
way out of my league, which is fine because I have a boyfriend, except these
girls all clearly like my boyfriend, and holy crap that probably means my
boyfriend is leagues out of my league.”

Trying to convince
himself that Akashi can’t be out of his league if they are actually dating
doesn’t seem to be working, and he seems to be running in so many circles in
his mind that he’s dizzy and distracted.

So he doesn’t notice
when he accidentally wanders into traffic until the car almost hits him.

*

The honking gives him
enough time to jump out of the way. He falls on his butt and scrapes his palms
and he thinks, “Holy crap I could have died.” He has just enough time to wonder
how many near-death experiences one person is reasonably allowed to have during
high school before they’re officially deemed too stupid to live before Akashi
is there, in front of him, touching him everywhere.

“Furi, Kouki,
are you alright?”

“I’m fine, really,”
Furihata says, laughing slightly. “Gosh, that was dumb.”

“Ooh, you’re
bleeding,” one of the girls’ says sympathetically. “Here, I have a handkerchief—”

Leave,
Seijuurou snarls, glowing bright red. “All of you, get out of here.”

The girls abruptly
turn around and leave, in a vaguely zombified manner.

“Seijuurou,” Furihata
says, slightly taken aback. Akashi—both versions of Akashi—is usually very
careful about when he uses Absolute Order.

“Are you sure you are
unharmed?” Seijuurou asks.

“Yes, it was just a
scrape,” Furihata says, showing him his hands. His palms are bleeding,
but the wound is shallow, it’s not anything worse than what he could have
received during basketball practice.

Seijuurou cradles his
hands carefully in his, rubbing his thumb along the uninjured side. “We are
going home,” he announces.

“What? We still have a
movie—”

“We are going back to
Tokyo,” he says more firmly, glowing red again for a brief second. And Furihata
falls silent, because if Akashi is trying to Order him he must be very
rattled. So he lets Akashi wrap an arm around his waist and walks silently
alongside him, very confused, and very concerned.

*

It is only Seijuurou’s
complete control over his own body that keeps him from shaking. He is furious
with himself and how unforgivably stupid he has been. He has been sloppy
and he didn’t think things through, and after all of training from Teiko and
Akashi Masaomi he should have known better.

He has come, for
better or worse, to depend on the Emperor Eye to warn him of danger. Gold had
whole premonitions—he could see a whole mission before it happened and warn of
every potential hazard. Seijuurou had only experienced that sense of clarity
once, when he knew for certain what would happen to Teiko if they all ran away.

But he does see
danger. His foresight has always let him know when a threat to himself or his
Generation was imminent. It had let him down only once and he hadn’t thought
about it (he hadn’t thought about it! Foolish and lazy and
stupid!). When he had been abducted he hadn’t seen it coming and at the time
he’d assumed that was because of something Teiko had done as a precaution—like the
collars they created that inhibited his abilities.

He is not sure he can
ever forgive himself for not making the connection sooner.

Furihata is immune to
his abilities. A trait that Akashi has been very thankful about because it
means he can never accidentally Order Furihata to do something against his
will.

It never occurred to
him that it also meant he will never know if Furihata is in danger.

A/N: OK! So! When I had
this sudden epiphany how I wanted to combine both of these prompts together
(plus some bonus jealous Furihata for the one anon-friend who asked recently) I
was super excited about this but then also realized it was probably better if
it appeared in the long story I have planned but I’d already written more than
half of it and I’m still super excited about it so I’m posting it anyway! But
it might also appear again in that longer story I have planned. Sooo, call it a
snippet into that story that isn’t written yet. Thank you so much,
anon-friends!! 

fucklovingmeme:

this line is honestly so interesting once you think about his actual relationships with his parents…

tags from op fucklovingmeme.tumblr.com

#akashi seijuro#kuroko no basket#kurobas#赤司 征十郎#akashi seijūrō#basketball in technicolor#my art me#like…#a) hes terrified of his dad like… he completely defers to him even up till rakuzan#and b) he loved his mom and misses her deeply#so does he not ‘forgive’ her because she left him alone…#familial death in tags#i love akashi lmfao