#seijuro

You looked around the library. There were plenty of other empty tables. Your eyes narrowed suspiciously,“Why?”

The man didn’t seem bothered by your tone.

“The lighting is best here,” he replied calmly,“And you appear to be using only half the table.”

You stared at him. He stared back. Completely calm. He didnt smirk. There was also no teasing. No weird tone. It was weird. Just… direct.

“…Fine,” you muttered finally, shrugging. “Do whatever.”

“Thank you,”He pulled out the chair across from you and sat down gracefully, placing a few books on the table.

You watched him for a second: Weird guy.

Then you returned to your notes. Five minutes passed. Ten minutes. The only sound was the quiet scratching of pens and the turning of pages.

Eventually, you looked up again. The red-haired guy was reading a thick economics textbook like it was the easiest thing in the world.

You squinted at him,“…You’re in economics too?”

“Yes.”

“What year?”

“Fourth.”

You blinked,“Oh your a senior?”

“Yes.”

You leaned back,“Then why are you reviewing second-year statistics?”

He closed the book gently and looked at you,“I tutor them occasionally.”

“Oh,”You stared at your page again. Your brain hurt. The formula made absolutely no sense. You groaned quietly,“…This is stupid.”

Across the table, the red-haired senior glanced at your notebook,“You substituted the variable incorrectly.”

Your head snapped up,“…Excuse me?”

He pointed lightly at your paper,“That step should be divided by n, not multiplied.”

You frowned, looking down,“…No it isn’t.”

“It is.”

You glared at him,“…You just trying to sound smart?”

He didn’t react. Instead, he calmly reached for your pen,“May I?”

You hesitated. Then pushed it toward him and muttered,“Fine.”

He rewrote the line neatly. When you followed the steps again…The answer suddenly worked. You stared,“…Oh.”

Silence. Then you cleared your throat,“Well…Thanks.”

He nodded slightly,“You’re welcome.”

You studied him again. He was back to reading like nothing happened. Still, no smug comment. Still no teasing. Why was he like that?? Boys usually only talked with or/and about you about your though antics.

Besids knowing more than you did, he didnt go: “see, I told you.”

Weird.

“…What’s your name?” you asked suddenly.

He looked up again,“Akashi Seijuro.”

You nearly choked,“Wait—Akashi?”

“The one from the student council?” you blurted.

“Yes,”he simply smiled.

“…The top student?,” you asked surprised.

“Yes.”

You stared at him like he had just told you he was the emperor of the world,“…Why are you sitting with me?”

His expression softened just slightly,“Because I wanted to.”

That answer made even less sense. You leaned back, crossing your arms,“You know people say I’m loud, right? Rebellious even...”

“I noticed.”

“I fight with guys a lot.”

“I noticed that as well,” he grinned.

“…And you still came over here.”

“Yes.”

Your eyes narrowed,“…Why?” Now he got you being curious. Akashi was quiet for a moment. Then he said calmly,“Because you are interesting.”

You blinked,“Interesting?”

“Yes.”

He rested his chin lightly on his hand,“On the first day of the semester, you marched into the principal’s office.”

Your eyes widened,“God…You saw that?”

“I was inside at the time.”

Your brain scrambled. Oh god. That day. You had stormed in complaining about the sports club guys hogging the basketball court and harassing first years. You had been furious. “…Wait,” you muttered. “You were there?”

“Yes.”

“And you still decided to talk to me?,” now it was your turn to look even dumber. You just couldnt figure out what exactly was his why? His reason? What did he see in you?

Akashi’s lips curved into the faintest smile,“You were the only person willing to argue with the principal without fear.”

You groaned and covered your face,“…That’s embarrassing.”

“I found it admirable.”

You peeked through your fingers,“…You’re weird.”

“Possibly.”

Silence settled again. But somehow…The silence didn’t feel awkward. You studied him again. You wanted a solution to this riddle. He was calm. Composed. Elegant. Completely different from the loud, arrogant guys you were used to dealing with.

“…You don’t make fun of people much, do you?” you asked.

“No.”

“…Why not?”

“Because it is unnecessary.”

Your shoulders relaxed slightly,“…Huh.”

Akashi returned to his book. But after a moment, he said quietly, “You are also incorrect about one thing.”

“What?,” you asked curiously.

“Not all boys are awful.”

You snorted,“Thats VERY Debatable.”

He looked up at you again. Those crimson eyes were gentle now,“Then allow me to prove otherwise.”

Your heart skipped,“Uhm excuse me…What???”

Akashi closed his book,“Would you like help studying?”

You blinked,“…You offering to tutor me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

His answer came without hesitation,“Because I would like to spend more time with you...and you needed a reason. Otherwise you wouldnt believe me talking to you."

Your brain froze. Your face warmed instantly. He was right. You did wonder why he talked to you. Why he talked to you like that,“…You’re really straightforward, huh?”

“I prefer clarity.”

You stared at him. Then laughed softly despite yourself,“…Fine, Mr. tutor.”

Akashi’s eyes softened at the nickname. You didn’t feel like every boy in the world was against you. Across the table, Akashi Seijuro simply smiled faintly. And thought to himself—She truly is fascinating.

Kuroko and Kagami, the dynamic duo who had spearheaded Seirin's triumph, were beaming with pride and exhilaration. Their radiant smiles mirrored the joyous atmosphere, infectious and impossible to resist. You couldn't help but join in, a surge of elation filling your heart as you hugged them tightly.

"We did it! We actually did it!" you exclaimed, unable to contain your excitement. "All our hard work paid off!"

Kuroko, ever composed, nodded with a small smile. "Yes, we gave it our all, and it paid off in the end."

Kagami, his adrenaline still coursing through his veins, laughed boisterously. "Hell yeah! We're the champions!"

Amidst the cheers and laughter, the bond between the three of you grew stronger. As the victory sank in, you realized just how much this team meant to you. They were more than just teammates; they were your friends and family. Together, you had overcome countless challenges and now stood at the pinnacle of high school basketball.

The court became a stage for shared stories, memories, and dreams. The euphoria of the moment seeped into every word, every smile, and every embrace. This was a time to savor the taste of victory and to revel in the camaraderie that had brought you all together.

Little did you know, this was only the beginning of a new chapter. The Winter Cup victory had opened doors to new challenges, new adventures, and perhaps even unexpected feelings.

As the celebration roared on, your eyes were drawn to Akashi Seijuro, standing alone in the midst of the jubilant chaos. His usually confident demeanor was replaced with an unfamiliar expression of shock and disbelief. It was evident that losing was a foreign concept to him, and the weight of defeat hung heavily on his shoulders.

Excusing yourself from the group, you made your way towards Akashi, curiosity burning in your chest. Kagami and Kuroko exchanged puzzled glances, unable to comprehend your sudden interest in someone you had previously shown distaste for. Kuroko, however, sensing the hidden emotions within you, offered a nod of encouragement, silently conveying his support.

Approaching Akashi, you could see the surprise flicker in his eyes as he noticed your presence. He seemed taken aback by your approach, not expecting anyone to reach out to him in this vulnerable moment.

"Congratulations on a well-fought match, Akashi," you said, offering a gentle smile.

Akashi's eyes met yours, searching for any hint of mockery or ill intent. Instead, he found sincerity and understanding, something he didn't anticipate. "Thank you," he replied, his voice carrying a mix of disbelief and resignation.

"I know this might be hard for you," you continued, your voice filled with empathy. "You've always been accustomed to winning. But it's in these moments of defeat that we grow the most."

Akashi's guard slowly lowered, realizing that you were not there to belittle him but rather to offer solace. "It's a bitter pill to swallow," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

You nodded in understanding. "Sometimes, the greatest lessons come from our losses. It's an opportunity to reflect, to reassess our strengths and weaknesses, and to come back even stronger."

A moment of silence enveloped the two of you as the weight of the conversation sank in. It was a rare connection, borne out of unexpected circumstances, where walls were momentarily lowered, allowing for a genuine exchange.

Akashi's voice broke the silence. "You're right. This loss... it will serve as a reminder to keep pushing forward and to strive for greatness."

A soft smile played on your lips as you gazed at him. "After watching you play today and even during this whole tournament, I have no doubt you can bounce back."

Akashi's eyes met yours, a glimmer of gratitude shining through. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

As your conversation neared its end, you couldn't help but notice Akashi's captivating presence. The way his eyes held a depth that drew you in and the subtle curve of his lips that seemed to carry untold stories. In that moment, a realization washed over you, causing a soft blush to creep onto your cheeks.

The conversation concluded with an awkward silence settling between you. On the sidelines, Kagami and Kuroko discreetly observed, their curiosity piqued by the unexpected interaction. They exchanged glances, silently speculating on the nature of your conversation with Akashi.

The rest of the Seirin basketball team watched in awe; a mixture of surprise and curiosity danced in their eyes. They had witnessed the birth of an unlikely bond between their team manager and the enigmatic captain of the Generation of Miracles, unaware of the journey that awaited them both.

As the awkward silence lingered, you mustered up the courage to look at Akashi, your heart pounding in your chest. Biting your lip nervously, you felt a mix of nervousness and eagerness. Just as Akashi was about to excuse himself, you couldn't resist but call out to him again, your voice laced with a coy and flirty tone.

"Hey, Akashi," you said, your eyes locked with his. "I don't know when you're going to visit Tokyo again, but if you happen to drop by, maybe you should let me know. We could hang out or something. If you're free, of course."

Akashi's eyes widened in surprise, caught off guard by your boldness. However, his shock gradually dissipated, and a charming aura replaced his initial bashfulness. A dashing smile adorned his face as he gladly accepted your offer.

"I would be delighted," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Perhaps you could share your number, and we can make the necessary arrangements."

Your heart skipped a beat as Akashi asked for your number. With a shy smile, you exchanged contact information, the anticipation growing between you.

"I must admit," Akashi began, a playful glint in his eyes, "losing the game was a disappointment. However, stumbling upon someone as captivating as you, y/n, can certainly be counted as a delightful victory in its own right."

His words were laced with a charming jest, acknowledging the irony of the situation. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a subtle invitation to partake in the playful banter.

The comment caught you off guard, and a hint of blush painted your cheeks. His flirtatious demeanor was as unexpected as it was enchanting. Unable to resist the opportunity for a quick retort, you playfully responded, "Remember to thank your gods then."

With a gentle smile, Akashi's gaze met yours, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. The unspoken understanding between you deepened, as if hinting at a future where the boundaries of competition and camaraderie blurred. The unexpected turn of events had created a unique connection, and the prospect of getting to know Akashi on a deeper level thrilled you.

After a few more exchanges of words, the conversation began to naturally wind down. Akashi excused himself, his attention being required by his coach. With a polite smile, he bids you farewell, leaving you momentarily stunned by the encounter.

As he walked away, his back straight and confident, you couldn't help but watch him with a mix of fascination and curiosity. The brief exchange had left an indelible mark, and you couldn't help but wonder what the future held for the two of you.

With a lingering smile on your face, you rejoined your friends, who were eagerly awaiting your return. Their eyes were wide with surprise, and their expressions were a mixture of shock, amusement, and curiosity. The moment they had witnessed between you and Akashi Seijuro had left quite an impression.

Kuroko, ever the calm and observant one, simply offered a small smile, his eyes twinkling with silent approval. "I didn't expect that, but it seems like you two had an interesting conversation," he commented softly.

Kagami, on the other hand, couldn't hide his astonishment. His jaw dropped, and he stared at you with a mix of disbelief and a touch of jealousy. "What the... Really, y/n? Akashi? When did this happen?" he blurted out, unable to contain his reaction.

Hyuga, the captain of the team, chuckled heartily, clapping you on the back. "Well, I'll be damned, y/n. I didn't know you had it in you to approach Akashi like that. I almost feel guilty for defeating your boyfriend."

Izuki, always one for wordplay, grinned mischievously. "Looks like you're taking 'shoot your shot' quite literally, y/n. I can't help but be impressed."

Kyoshi, the team's supportive and gentle player, chimed in with a warm smile. "That was brave of you, y/n."

As you were engrossed in the lively conversation with your teammates, you felt a gaze fixed on you. Instinctively, you turned your head, locking eyes with Akashi. His intense gaze met yours, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

Sensing the shift in the atmosphere, the Seirin team exploded in a chorus of exaggerated reactions. Some whistled playfully, while others nudged each other with raised eyebrows and knowing grins. Kagami, in particular, seemed ready to explode with a mix of disbelief and astonishment. You can even hear him mumble things like, "I didn't know you had a thing for psychopaths."

Riko finally chimed in amidst the commotion. "Alright, alright, settle down! Stop teasing y/n! We have to prepare for the award ceremony."

Amidst the playful banter and cheers from your teammates, you couldn't help but feel a surge of exhilaration. It was as if a new chapter had unfolded before your eyes, filled with possibilities and unspoken promises.

With a final glance back at your boisterous friends, you turned your attention fully to Akashi. And as you exchanged smiles, a mix of excitement and anticipation coursed through your veins.

She does NOT reincarnate as her descendant because I think that’s silly and it’s way more heeheehaahaa funny to have her born in America while her father and mother were overseas.