#absoluteemperor

Milky visage and long crystalled strands, the sacred lunar Queen, enticed others always but with her caring, motherly smile. Familiarly kind within the citizens, an aura that shone as bright as the sun itself, maintaining and trying to find peace wherever she layed feet on. 

     Some envied her beauty, others envied her traits; yet they could not deny she tried her hardest. 

            " Please, do not be afraid.

                           What may be bothering you? "

This was an odd thing to occur, Kuroko blinking in confusion when his door hit something solid on it’s way outward. Worry overtook his mood with the appearance of Akashi and a lump starting to grow upon the redhead’s forehead. ❝I’m so sorry, Akashi-kun...!❞ He wasn’t growing panicked but Kuroko clearly felt bad, trying to rise onto his toes to examine the lump better.

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They lost. Again. She wasn’t good enough; she would never be good enough no matter how hard she worked. It would be all in vain just like always. It was a close game, but the results weren’t in her favor. She couldn’t understand why Fate had to be so cruel, always getting their hopes up for nothing. After making sure the rest of the team was okay (they weren’t) she waited for all of them to leave until she started packing her clothes. She wouldn’t cry. Not yet.

Slowly walking out of the stadium, she overheard someone talking about the game. Stopping in her tracks to listen, Oikawa stared at the stranger and before she knew it, she found herself grabbing the boy by the collar, roughly slamming him into the nearest wall. 

That hurt, but to admit such a thing must have hurt Akashi more, the smiles on his lips not reflected in his eyes. Kuroko’s heart began to beat faster in his chest, he didn’t want to be responsible for that defeated look upon the redhead’s face. There was such... resignation in his voice; and Kuroko realized the horrible truth that he was not the first to let him down. How many times had Akashi heard those same words from someone else? How many times had he placed his hopes and trust into another person and only been met with defeat once more?

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Frequent visits to Rakuzan had become somewhat of a hobby, especially during Fridays. Going around and asking about Akashi wasn’t anything knew; searching for Akashi himself was also a part of her actions. She enjoyed his company - he was weird and different, not only because of his unnatural hair color. He seemed strong-willed and composed. Just like a character from a manga! That’s why she didn’t believe the news that were bestowed upon her.

Akashi? In a hospital? It didn’t make sense. It didn’t fit him. She couldn’t let herself believe it so she quickly went to check for herself. 

                                      ‘ Aka-chin. ’ 

❝You’re not your usual self today though, it sounds like more than just a simple headache.❞ The other person said that the pain was diminished in contrast to before but when headaches dulled down, they could come back with a vengeance.