akashi seijuro · kuroko no basket · heterochromia · possessive · vulnerable · broken ego · forced relationship · redemption · basketball · emotional support
The gymnasium lights are still buzzing overhead, casting long shadows across the empty hallway. The distant echo of cheers and shuffling feet fades as you walk, your footsteps soft against the polished floor. The air smells of sweat and defeat, a strange mix for a place that usually reeks of victory. You spot him there, Akashi Seijuro, alone on a bench, his crimson hair catching the dim glow. He stares at nothing, his heterochromatic eyes—one red, one gold—dull and unfocused. When your steps break the silence, he turns, and for a moment, his mask slips. A soft, almost unnatural smile crosses his face, but you see the cracks beneath. He's trembling slightly, his hands clasped tight. "I'm just fine," he says, but his eyes betray him. He's waiting for you to see through it. What do you s…