A/N: This has been in my drafts for the longest of time so I decided to finally edit & finish it. This was inspired by a prompt by @otpprompts. I canât find the exact post on tumblr but hereâs the link of where I found the prompt on pinterest.
âStay the night?â You proposed, nervously picking at the hem of your shirt as you turned your head to glance at Yoongi, who was sitting beside you on your couch. The two of you were watching a movie but you had caught his head lolling more than twice.
âItâs late and you look too tired to drive back home so I think itâd be better ifâwhy are you laughing?â
âYouâre so cute.â Yoongi told you with a smile. You were acting as if heâd say no to you. âYou donât have to make up excusesââ
âI was notââ
âYes.â Yoongi cut you off. He let out a yawn, leaning back in the couch and using it as a perfect excuse to wrap his arm around your shoulder, his smile widening when he caught your blush. âIâll stay the night.â
He could never say no to you, especially when you would look at him with those puppy dog eyes. He was too in love to resist you.
He had always liked you from the moment Seokjin introduced you two. You were one of Seokjinâs close friends from university and after helping him out on a huge project, he had treated you to dinner. It was just supposed to be you and Seokjin but that night all of the membersâexcept for Yoongiâhad plans to go out and not wanting to leave him at the dorm alone, Seokjin had dragged Yoongi along with him.
He knew he was falling for you when heâd obsessively check his phone every minute, even when his schedule was busy and tight-packed. A smile would form on his face every time he saw a notification from you. Everything seemed to remind him of you, even when he was on tour and miles and miles away. If he stopped at a coffee shop, heâd look at the menu and heâd imagine you beside him, clinging onto his arm, biting your lip deep in thought as you pondered on what to getâdespite the fact that youâd end up ordering the same thing every time. You were the first thing on his mind when he woke up and the last thing when he fell asleep.
He knew he was in love when three minutes with you was worth much more than a whole day without you. He couldnât even imagine a future without you. He wanted to be with you and always found time for you, no matter how busy his idol life could be.
Min Yoongi was in love with youâŠbut he couldnât bring himself to say it.
He tried to tell you over the phone while on tour last week but to him, saying âI love youâ for the first time was precious to him. He wanted to do it in person. But there was another problem. How was he supposed to say it? Was he supposed to plan a romantic date and then tell you? Was it too soon to say those three words? What if you didnât love him back?
When the movie had finally ended, you decided to call it a night, seeing as Yoongi was struggling to keep his eyes open. You were more than willing to head to bed earlier for his sake but Yoongi was stubborn and wanted to finish it. He felt bad that the two of you didnât get to see it when it first came out in theater and even though you understood his busy schedule, he still wanted to follow through with watching it with you.
âBaby Groot is so freaking adorable.â You mumbled, feeling your eyes grow heavy as you laid down in bed beside him. âHeâs too precious for this world. I love him so much I think I would die for him.â
Yoongi turned to lay on his side and face you, watching as you cuddled up to his chest and closed your eyes. âMe too,â Yoongi replied.
But he wasnât talking about baby Groot.Â
Despite being very tired, his eyes were wide and awake as he stared up at the ceiling, wondering how he got so lucky to be with someone like you. His lips quirked up to a small smile as your breaths grew even and gentleâa sign that you had fallen asleep already. Letting out a sigh in content, he closed his eyes.
He lightly traced random figures over and over with his fingers on your back. It was a habit of his that he now did it subconsciously, not fully aware that the figures he was tracing on your back werenât random at all tonight. They were eight letters. Eight letters that formed three wordsâŠ
âI love you, too.â You said softly, snuggling up closer to him.
Yoongiâs hand went still as it registered in his mind what he had been doing. He glanced down briefly at you to see you wide awake instead of sound asleep as he had thought you to be.Â
The corners of your mouth slid upwards, making your eyes sparkle despite the drowsiness. He swore his heart skipped a beat at the sight, his expression mirroring yours. Pressing a kiss against the top of your head, he realized he had been so nervous over nothing.
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A/N: So, this is for the december 28 th  prompt of the Magnus Appreciation Month: red. I combined with an @ otpprompts prompt that is: Imagine person A walking into the living room and finding person B sitting on the couch before they realise B is wearing an oversized Christmas sweater. And nothing else.
I said prompt like 4 times lol anyways english is not my first language and Iâm just having fun writing this so happy holidays and reading bye!
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Surprisingly, it was still early in the night when Alec arrived at the loft.
It was the day after Christmas, and honestly Magnus thought he was gonna be all night chasing demons. Not that he complained; he rather having his boyfriend here with him. Â
It was also worth it, by the looks Alexander was giving him. He smiled as he stared to the rather heated look of his companion. The loft was warm and cozy, and Magnus decided to ditch the pants and curl on the sofa in front of the fire, with Chairman Meow and a blanket throw over his legs, drinking a warm cup of chocolate.
âIs that a new sweater?â Alec asked as he approached and sat next to him, kissing him hello.
âIt is. Do you like it?â Magnus asked as he put the cup down and got up to swirl around in his new Christmas sweater. It was a deep red, and had white dots all over it and a line of white snowflakes on the top.
Alec cleared his throat. ây-yes, it is very pretty. Is it um, the only thing you have on?â he asked as Magnus went to straddle his thighs and gave him a rather heated kiss.
âyesâ he whispered against his mouth. âis there a problem with it?â Magnus asked playfully knowing very well the effect he was having on Alec.
âNo, not at all.â Alexander gave him his favorite lopsided smile. âIn fact, I believe red is my favorite color. It looks very good on youâ he told Magnus with a faint blush over his cheeks.
Magnus beamed at him and kissed his temple. He intertwined his hands in Alecâs hair and stared him in the eyes. âIt appears to be the favorite color of your cheeks as well. I might have to wear it more often if this is the result it causesâ.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Senju Hashirama & Senju Tobirama, Senju Hashirama & Uchiha Madara, Senju Tobirama & Uchiha Madara
Characters: Uchiha Madara, Senju Hashirama, Senju Tobirama
Additional Tags: Tumblr Prompt, Subtle Madatobi, Cute Kids, World Domination, Well the Planning of Anyway, Best Friends, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fluff
Summary:
The prompt from @otpprompts: Imagine your OTP/OT3 laying on the floor at night, asking increasingly weird questions about the universe.
Bonus: one of them suddenly sits up and says "We should take over the world" and the other/s just roll with it. The discussion turns into planning world domination.
In which instead of a nice night stargazing with his friends, Madara is roped into taking over the world by Hashirama and Tobirama.
( One-shot set in the Lightkeepers Verse : based on this prompt / Content Warnings: Some language, and a couple of people in underwear. )
(( Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! This one's for you!! ))
Today was a delightful adventure as Remy was able to take the two men in her life to the 31st Century. The main itinerary was to check in on her former StarKnight unit--with the side itinerary being a stop at the square for some new corsets and waistcoats.
Lafayette and Simcoe both were quite elated to be in this particular time frame... not to mention having to deal with culture shock! But they both fit in quite swimmingly and even had a field day while in the specialty clothing store.
Once they had returned to their home in the Revolution, Remy went to the kitchen to prepare tea and crumpets, leaving the men in the bedroom that they shared. Now, earlier the two men were chuckling to themselves over God only knew what. Remy however had paid no mind. Boys will be boys, she thought to herself. Hell, last she remembered they were talking about some bright colors and... Major Hewlett's horse!?
What in the world...?
Remy made her way to let them know that tea would be ready in a moment or three. But she stopped just outside the door of the bedroom as she heard the familiar voices in a rather peculiar conversation...
"--non, M'sieur, I think it fits you just fine."
"Good to know, Gilbert. Although I do think you wear it well yourself."
"Well thank you, John. Though I say we should let Rebecca have a say on the matter."
"And why not? She's ours, after all--"
"The bloody hell are these two going on about now?" she sighed quietly to herself, shaking her head before raising her voice back to normal. She would find out soon enough. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door. "Gilbert! John! Tea is almost read--"
But the rest of the sentence died as she would be greeted by the sight of the two--the both of proudly wearing certain... boxers. And nothing else.
Lafayette grinned excitedly, "Remy!! Look't what we've bought! Don't you like it?"
Simcoe grinned as well. "Personally I'm not too fond of the choice of colors, but it's not bad!"
But Remy simply stood there, blinking at the sight. She honestly had only seen them shirtless a couple of times but this? She was quite, uhm... stunned to say the least. Now don't get her wrong--she found them both handsome. Very handsome. But this was a wee trite much for her to process all at once. In fact, it actually rendered her speechless.
Lafayette took a step forward. "Wh-what happened, notre belle?" he asked. "You do not like them?"
"I think she's trying to figure out an opinion, Gilbert" Simcoe noted with a concerned glance.
"Yes but she's usually never like this, John" Lafayette answered him, his own face now showing concern as well. He and Simcoe looked back to Remy.
"...what the bloody fuck" she muttered to herself quietly.
"I mean, granted--the horses on these look like Bucephalus!" Simcoe then said to Remy, a grin breaking across his face. "We could have gotten a pair for Hewlett, now that I think about it--"
"Yes John but would he appreciate that?" Lafayette interrupted, glancing to him.
"I don't see why not, Gilbert--I mean, look at 'em!"
"...eh, fair enough--"
"My gentlemen" Remy interrupted calmly, raising a brow at the two.
Simcoe's face lit up as he and Lafayette looked back at her. "Yes, our lady?"
"...why... are you two... wearing unicorn boxers?"
The two men blinked before giving each other a quick glance. They then looked back at her. "They were on sale!"
"...oh" she answered, her face now flushed red. "R-right. Got it." So that was why the two were all sorts of chuckles back at the specialty clothing store. It made a lot more sense to her now but, still. It was all still a bit too much to take. Nevertheless...
"Remy, we even got you a couple of pairs!" Lafayette then said excitedly as Simcoe quickly got one of the pairs off of the bed to hand to her. "Hopefully we picked the correct size for you!" With a smirk, Simcoe placed the boxers against her waist, checking to make sure they picked the right size for her. Lafayette tilted his head curiously, "John?"
"I believe we got it right, mon ami" Simcoe answered him. "Perfect fit, I think."
Meanwhile Remy just stood there as all this was going on... crumpets were almost ready and she would still need to prepare tea and... she then raised a brow. Because while those two men had their moments, she ended up with an idea--
--------- moments later ---------
Remy proudly returned to the bedroom with the full tea tray. Kettle, three teacups with saucers, three small plates, and a platter full of crumpets. "Tea time, men!"
Lafayette grinned up at her, "Wonderful, notre belle--how do they fit?"
"They fit just fine, Gilbert" she replied with a chuckle as she sat down with her two men at the center of the bed.
"You wear it best, Michelle" Simcoe noted as he leaned to kiss Remy on one of her flushed cheeks.
"Thank you, John" she replied bashfully before beginning to pour the tea for her two loves. Because hell, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em... and dressed in just her chest bandages and boxers, that's exactly what Remy did!
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Prompt ~ Person A and Person B are asleep one morning. Person C tries to wake them up, excited about plans for the day. Person A: âYour datemate is awake.â Person B: âBefore the sun rises, theyâre your datemate.â
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You poke and prod at your partners, shove at their shoulders, and rip off the blanketsâanything to get their butts into gear!
Finally, you hear a gravely grumble, âYour partnerâs awake...â
âYours before sunrise,â Len palms for the sorely-missed blanket. No! Youâre going to wake them up if itâs the last thing you do!
Hey!
Mick rolls you under his squishy bulk. You squirm beneath him until his and Lenâs eyes crack open at last. Mickâs breath beats steadily upon you while Len glares you into submission, âI planned for us to wake up in one hour, seventeen minutes from now. You donât need to sleep; you just need to let us sleep.â
â...Fine,â you huff your surrender.
Mick rolls off you once they recover the covers. Actually, this is really warm...
Zzz...
You bolt awake when you feel your partners tickling you to death. Youâre up! Youâre up!! Youâre up!!! They smirk victoriously while you wheeze and untangle yourself from the blankets. You scowl at their smugness, which merely elicits chuckles and the dreaded how adorable instead the intimidation factor youâre aiming for. Jerks.
Summary: Based on the prompt: Person A is Person Bâs guardian angel. As kids, they used to look out for each other and be best friends, but only B could see them and feel them... (click for full prompt)
Authorâs notes: It turned out a bit different than the prompt though, sorry. Haha, please enjoy :) You can also view it in [ao3] and [ffn]. If you like it then please leave comments, kudos on archive and or ffn. Thank you!
Am I Real Enough For You?
âWhy am I the only one who can see you?â Kagami Taiga, five-years-old, asks as he chews on the ear of his stuffed rabbit. He turns big eyes towards the light haired angel beside him.
Kuroko Tetsuya looked like a kid but his age was measured differently in angel years. The time in heaven passes differently from earth and it couldnât be measured in years, not exactly. And angels grew not on time, but based on their experiences and skills. Still, if humans were able to see him, Kuroko physically looked like he and Kagami were close in age.
The young angel hums and leans against Kagami. Though he was light, Kagami still squirms and pushes him away to lean against the wall instead. When the baby angel did so, the red head pushes his stuffed rabbit on Kurokoâs side and then sprawls over his two most favourite playmates. Kuroko didnât mind, it was warm.
âWhy?â Kagami pouts up close, eyebrows scrunched together and Kuroko blinks at him.
âLight,â Kuroko tilts his head. âYouâre my light, Shirogane-san told me.â
âLight?â Kagami repeats, eyes wide. âLike the sun?â
Kuroko thinks about that and then speaks, âBrighter than the sun I think? Youâre special,â the angel says quietly, âThatâs why you can see me. You believe in me and it makes you special. Shirogane-san says our special people are our light.â
âOkay,â Kagami flops on the smaller kid, snuggling closer. Then he asks in a muffled voice, âDoes that make you my light?â
âIâm your shadow,â Kuroko corrects, not caring that Kagami was basically smothering him, he was an angel after all. He could take it if it meant he was always warm like this. âIâll always be beside you and Iâll protect you and Iâll help you be what you want to be.â
âI want to be a NBA player like the one on t.v.â Kagami yawns, eyes closing. âOr⊠or a fireman.â
âOkay,â Kuroko snuggles in closer, âwhatever you want to be.â
Kagami mumbles and turns sleepy red eyes at the other, âTell me a story?â
âA fairy tale?â Kagami nods at his side, âWhat about?â
âAbout you, about angelsâŠâ Kagami grumbles sleepily.
âOkay,â Kuroko thinks and then says, âHave you heard the storyâŠâ
Kagami closes his eyes.
ââŠabout an angel whoâŠâ
He falls asleep.
â-gami! Kagami!â
Thee redhead flinches and looks up at the first year trio from his basketball team. They had his desk surrounded and were looking at him in various degrees of worry.
âYou almost slept through lunch,â Kawahara explains his reason for waking him up, âYou okay?â
The red head pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to wake himself up, âYeah, just couldnât sleep well last night.â
Furihata frowns at him, âWhy? We donât have any games coming up and from what I saw at training camp, you can sleep anywhere.â
âWeird dreams.â Kagami shakes his head and stretches his arms.
âNightmares?â
âNah, just stuff,â Kagami vaguely explains, before he gets up and yawns again. âIâll go buy something from the cafeteria before the bell rings.â
âYou have ten minutes!â Fukuda yells after him. Kagami waves at them in thanks as he makes his way out of the classroom.
Kagami-kun.
The redhead turns abruptly, eyes wide, but the halls were basically deserted since classes were about to start. Kagami shakes his head and slaps his face a bit to wake up. He keeps walking feeling uncertain.
It wouldâve been more worrisome if heâd seen something. If he did see something then he was halfway to being crazy.
After all, Kuroko was nothing more than a childâs imaginary friend.
âIâm getting worried. Heâs ten, shouldnât he have moved on from having imaginary friends?â Kagami hears his mother argue with his father out in the living room.
âYouâre thinking of booking another appointment, arenât you?â
âThereâre some good therapists in New York.â Kagamiâs mother insists, âI donât want my son to grow up crazy.â
His father sighs, âHeâs not crazy, heâs just a kid. Heâll grow out of it. Youâre traumatizing him with all these visits to the doctor.â
âThatâs easy for you to say when youâre rarely home and you donât have to pretend with him!â
Their voices were getting louder and Kagami crawls under his bed, covering his ears.
âKagami-kun,â Came a soft voice from beside him. Kagami sniffles, too sad to be surprised.
âKuroko, I donât want to go to the doctor again.â Kagami whispers.
Kuroko doesnât say anything, blue eyes sad.
âThey keep telling me youâre not real. They said youâre imaginary, that youâre all in my head.â Kagami continues, eyes locked on the floor.
Kuroko shakes his head, he seems almost luminous in the dark. He was like Kagamiâs own personal nightlight. âYou know thatâs not true. Remember how I helped protect you from that dog? Iâm real.â
Kagami closes his eyes, âBut if you are, then why canât anybody else see you?â
âBecause youâre special,â Kuroko explains, eyes sincere. âYouâre my light.â
Kagami doesnât look at him, he turns instead to look at his closed door where his parents were still arguing. âOr maybe Iâm crazy.â
âKagami-ku-â
The redhead starts to tremble, he really wanted his stuffed rabbit back but his mother told him he was too old to sleep with stuffed animals, just like how she told him he was too old to have imaginary friends. Because, maybe that was what Kuroko was all along... Not an angel like he said, but an imaginary friend, something Kagami made up in his mind because he didnât have any friends back then.
âDonât think about that right now,â Kuroko tells him, a sad smile on his face. âLetâs play instead or we can tell stories. I can tell you that fairy tale again, you know the one about the angel who-â
âKuroko,â The tone in Kagamiâs voice stops Kurokoâs words. The angel could feel heavy dread weighing on his chest. âMaybe momâs right.â Kurokoâs breath hitches and he starts to shake his head. âMaybe I just made you up because I didnât have any friends. But I have a friend now. Iâm not lonely, I have mom and dad and- and I even have a few friends nowâŠâ Kagami stutters as he breathes, âKuroko, I donât think youâre real.â
And when Kagami turns his head towards Kuroko, to see what he thoughtâŠ
It was dark and no one was there.
âWhat did we tell you, Tetsuya?â Kuroko straightens in his perch. He was standing by Kagamiâs window, looking down at the boy hidden beneath his bed and crying because he thought his parents was right. Kagami was crying because he thought Kuroko wasnât real.
âAkashi-kun,â Kuroko murmurs quietly, âNow is not the time for your lectures.â
Akashi ignores him, as he usually did these days, ever since Sanada replaced Shirogane as their Guide Angel. âWe warned you that playing with humans would only hurt you.â
âItâs not his fault.â Kuroko says firmly, âBelieving in me was hurting him, itâs only natural that he doubts.â
âYou donât have to make excuses for humanity, theyâre below us. We may be ordained to protect them but itâs not necessary to interact with them. Itâll be for your best interest if you distance yourself from this child, Tetsuya.â Akashi proclaims in an imperious tone. âLet him continue to believe that you are a mere figment of his imagination.â
With that, Akashiâs presence vanishes from behind him and Kuroko is left alone to watch over Kagami as he always has.
âWatch out!â Kagami snaps out of his thoughts and turns just in time to see bright headlights and hear a loud honking noise. He closes his eyes on instinct, bracing for impact.
ThenâŠ
Then⊠nothing.
âTaiga,â Kagami grumbles and opens his eyes. He squints at the bright light and turns his head to see Himuro frowning by his bedside.
âTatsuyaâŠ?â
Himuro sighs in relief, âThank God, Iâm so glad youâre okay.â
âWhat⊠happened?â Kagami asks, trying to sit up. HImuro grabs him a glass of water and hands it to him when he finally manages to right himself.
âThere was a drunk driver who ran the red light. You and your friends were crossing the street when it just came out of nowhere.â Himuro explains. Kagami snaps his attention towards the Yousen player, eyes wide.
âWhat? Are Furi and the others okay?â
âTheyâre fine, not even a scratch.â He assures him, âThe car was heading your way and thankfully, you donât seem injured. Just a few scratches, not even a bump on your head. But you lost consciousness, so they called me. I came as soon as I could.â Himuro says an upset look on his face.
Kagami sighs in relief, âAll I remember was something bright and a loud beeping noise. I remember I frozeâŠâ
Himuro nodded seriously, âYour friends in Seirin were really worried for you, they thought for sureâŠâ He shook his head, âAnyway they donât remember it clearly, probably from the shock, but the next thing they knew you were by the side of the road, unconscious. You werenât injured much, so they thought: maybe you were able to jump away.â
âYeah⊠maybe.â Kagami agrees absently, a frown on his face. Somehow that didnât sound right.
Kurokoâs hands were clenched into fists, unable to take his eyes away from Kagami sitting up on the hospital bed. This wasnât the first time heâd saved Kagami from something. It wasnât the first time he interfered before the redhead could become gravely injured. Heâd lost count how many times heâd protected Kagami, always watching over him, keeping him safe. But he knew this wasnât the last time Kagami would be in danger. He tried to imagine it, he could see his future laid out in front of him if he continued as he was: invisible in Kagamiâs eyes, always watching over him.
Kagami would grow old and Kuroko would remain unchanged. He truly believed deep in his heart that one day, Kagami would be able to see him again.
But that might take some time and maybe, when they meet again, it would be too late.
Kuroko watches silently as Himuro leaves the room and Kagami lies back down, eyes open and turned towards the window where Kuroko stood. It was unnerving to see Kagamiâs gaze go through him.
Kagami closes his eyes, drifting off to sleep. Kuroko comes closer to his bedside and places a hand over the redheadâs forehead. He imagines Kagami could see him now and that his touch was the reason the other relaxed further into sleep.
âKagami-kun,â Kuroko whispers, âDo you remember the story I used to tell you when we were younger?â
Kagami didnât say anything but Kuroko told him anyway.
Kagami was dreaming. He knew he was, because the person in front of him was Kuroko, his imaginary angel friend. He was amazed by his own imagination, the Kuroko in his memories was a child and he had never been able to picture Kuroko as a grown up, but for some reason he could see it perfectly in his dreams.
The angel was dressed in some sort of chlemys-type of clothing, colored white and light blue. His wings werenât visible, just that there was some sort of bright light on his back making him look hazy in Kagamiâs dreamscape. His light blue hair was longer, his face had matured, but his eyes were sad.
âKagami-kun,â Kuroko says and even his tone was sad. âIâm glad youâre okay.â
Kagami jumps, âHow did you- oh, right, youâre in my head. Of course youâd know.â
At those words, Kuroko frowns, âI know because I was there. I saved you.â
âRight, of course you did.â Kagami plays along, looking away.
âIâm real.â Kuroko says.
âYouâre not.â Kagami sighs and crosses his arms, âYouâre not real. Youâre something I made up when I was a kid. A story I told myself when I didnât have any friends. Youâre a fairy tale and I donât believe in fairy tales.â
Kuroko looks at him, face carefully blank but his eyes remained sad. He took a step forward and Kagami took a step back. The angel reaches out and brushes Kagamiâs bangs to the side.
âEven fairy tales are based on reality.â Kuroko says instead, âOne day, youâll see Iâm right. For now, all you have to know is that Iâm with you and Iâm watching over you like I promised.â
Kagami stands firm in his belief, âBut youâre not real.â
âBut I am.â Kuroko says and he doesnât explain further, doesnât try to defend himself or give proof of his words. Instead he says, âYouâll see.â
Kagami shakes his head but Kuroko merely drops his hands to take Kagamiâs into his, âDo you remember that story I used to tell you a lot when we were kids?â
âYou told me a lot of things,â Kagami says, resigned, âI donât remember most of them.â
âIâm glad youâre okay.â Furi whispers to him during their Japanese history class together. âWe really thought you were done for.â
âI donât really remember much,â Kagami admits, âItâs all just a blur.â
âFurihata, Kagami! Face front!â The two athletes straightened automatically as their names were called.
âRight! Sorry!â Furihata apologizes, looking down at his book in embarrassment. Kagami grumbles a half-hearted apology before he turns to the window, getting lost in his thoughts again.
âHey, weâre heading out for lunch,â Fukuda pats him on the back, âWanna come with?â
Kagami just hums distractedly. The first year trio exchange looks before they reluctantly left Kagami to his brooding.
Iâll remind you. The words rings clear in his head despite it all being nothing but a dream and Kagami huffs, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
âAngel my ass,â He grumbles. âHeâs not real, just some stupid imaginary fri- ow!â Something sharp, like someone elbow poked him on his side. Kagami jumps and startles, turning bewildered eyes at-
âAm I still an imaginary friend, now?â
Kagami chokes, taking in startled breaths, because this was- he was-
It was Kuroko. It was Kuroko in their Seirin school uniform and he looked like how he did in the dream. Sad blue eyes, light blue hair, an impassive expression on his face.
Kurokoâs expression gave nothing away but his eyes seem to be glaring at Kagami anyway. Then he raises his hand and pokes Kagamiâs eyes with two fingers.
âARGH!â
âYouâre an idiot.â Kuroko says as Kagami covers his eyes, groaning exaggeratedly in pain. He turns towards the front where the teacher was packing up his things. âSensei.â
âWah!â The teacher jumps in surprise, âOh, Kuroko-san, itâs you. Wait, did you just come in now?â
âNo, Iâve been in class the whole time.â Kuroko says patiently and Kagami finally looks up.
âWait, sensei, you-â Can see him? Kagami wanted to ask.
The teacher gives Kagami an unimpressed look. âIf you were paying attention earlier Kagami-san, youâd know that I told the class we were getting a transfer student named Kuroko Tetsuya.â He closes his bag with a snap, âStop sleeping during class or youâre getting detention.â He said before leaving the classroom.
Kagami turns wide eyes at Kuroko who just looks back at him. âAre you reallyâŠ?â Kagami asks hesitantly.
âReal? Your teacher can see me. Am I real enough yet?â Kuroko answers quietly.
âBut youâre an-â
âAn angel? I was.â He verifies, eyes still locked with the redheadâs. It was making Kagami blush and he looks away first.
Then he realizes what Kuroko said, âWait, was?â
Kuroko smiles sadly and says, âThereâs this story-â
Kagami looks startled and then he glares, âThis again?â
Kuroko continues, âDo you remember it?â
The redhead shakes his head, âJust that itâs about an angel.â He mumbles and then he jumps in surprise when Kuroko leans in.
âThen let me remind youâŠâ Kuroko says, blue eyes intent and Kagami blushes in surprise. âBecause now, that story is my story too.â