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Kuroko Tetsuya's phone screen glowed softly in the darkness of his bedroom. His sky blue eyes, usually calm and expressionless, held a hint of anticipation as he scrolled through the endless stream of birthday wishes on his social media.

"Happy Birthday, Tetsu-kun!" from Momoi. She had added about fifty heart emojis and a selfie where she blew a kiss.

"Oi, Kuroko! Happy birthday! Let's play basketball soon!" from Kagami, straightforward as always.

"Kurokocchi~! Happy birthday! I miss you so much!" from Kise, with an excessive amount of sparkle stickers that hurt his eyes.

"Happy birthday, Tetsu. Don't eat too many vanilla milkshakes today." from Aomine, his awkward way of showing he cared.

"Happy birthday, Kuroko. I made sure to buy your lucky item for today, so don't think I did it because I care or anything." from Midorima, and he could practically hear the tsundere tone.

"Kuro-chin~ Happy birthday~ I'll share my snacks with you next time we meet~" from Murasakibara, the highest form of affection the giant could show anyone.

Even his classmates, his seniors from Seirin, and some acquaintances he barely talked to had sent their wishes. His phone had been buzzing non-stop since midnight. Now the clock was about to strike twelve again. His birthday was nearly over.

Yet, there was one person whose message he had been waiting for all day. Someone whose name he kept searching for in his notifications, who meant more to him than anyone else in this world.

Akashi Seijuro. His boyfriend.

Kuroko glanced at the clock on his wall. 11:45 PM. Fifteen minutes left until his birthday was officially over.

He checked his private messages again. Nothing from Akashi.

He checked his social media. No posts, no tags, no mentions from him.

He even checked his email, just in case. Still nothing.

The blue-haired boy set his phone down on his nightstand and stared at the ceiling. Tightness spread through his chest.

Of course Akashi was busy, student council president of Rakuzan, heir to a corporate empire, captain of a basketball team. Long-distance between Tokyo and Kyoto had never been easy. Kuroko understood that, rationally.

But was it really that hard to send a simple "Happy Birthday" text?

Two words would've been enough. One emoji, even. Anything to show that he remembered, that he cared, that he mattered to him. Anything. But there was nothing, and apparently, Kuroko wasn't worth even that.

Kuroko picked up his phone again.

11:51 PM.

Still nothing.

His thumb hovered over Akashi's contact. Call him. Just call him. End this uncertainty. Part of him wanted to call, to give him the benefit of the doubt.

But another part of him, the stubborn, hurt part, refused to make the first move. Why should he have to remind his own boyfriend that it was his birthday? Wasn't he supposed to be important to him? Wasn't he supposed to be someone he would never forget?

11:59 PM.

Kuroko held his breath, watching the numbers change with desperate hope.

12:00 AM.

January 31st was officially over.

Kuroko's birthday had passed without a single word from his boyfriend.

He gripped his phone tighter. For the first time in a long while, he felt genuinely angry. Not the mild annoyance he usually felt when Kagami was being particularly dense, or the slight irritation when Kise was too clingy.

No, this was real anger. The hurt hit him harder than he expected. Disappointment didn't even cover it. It was like he was someone who was simply meant to be forgotten. It was a feeling Kuroko knew all too well from his childhood, from years of being overlooked and ignored because of his weak presence. He had thought Akashi was different. Akashi, who had been the first person on the Teiko basketball team to truly see him. Akashi, who had recognized his potential and helped him develop his playing style. Akashi, who claimed to love him.

But apparently, even Akashi could forget about him.

Kuroko felt hot tears prick at the corners of his eyes, and he angrily blinked them away. He was being stupid. It was just a birthday. Just a stupid day that came once a year and didn't really mean anything once the calendar turned.

But it meant something to him. And it should have meant something to Akashi too.

If he wasn't important enough for him to remember his birthday, then what was the point of this relationship?

Before he could talk himself out of it, Kuroko opened his LINE app and pulled up his conversation with Akashi. His fingers moved across the keyboard with sharp decisive taps.

"Let's break up."

He hit send without hesitation, then immediately turned off his phone and shoved it under his pillow. Nigou stirred at his sudden movement, lifting his head with a confused whine.

"Go back to sleep," Kuroko whispered.

He lay down, pulling his blanket over his head, and squeezed his eyes shut. He wouldn't cry. He definitely wouldn't cry over someone who clearly didn't care about him.

But as the night wore on, his pillow became suspiciously damp.

The next morning, Kuroko woke up. He felt like he hadn't slept at all. His eyes were puffy, and a dull ache settled in his chest. He lay there and stared at the ceiling, wondering if last night had been a dream.

Then he remembered the message he had sent, and his stomach dropped.

He immediately went to check his messages, grabbing his phone from under his pillow and turning it on.

The screen lit up, and notifications began flooding in. Messages from Kagami asking if he wanted to grab breakfast. A LINE sticker from Kise that was probably meant to be cute but was mostly just annoying. A reminder about homework he hadn't finished.

But nothing from Akashi.

No calls, no texts, no attempt to reach out to him at all.

Kuroko's heart sank. He had expected... something. Anger, maybe. Confusion. A demand for explanation. Anything that showed he cared even a little bit about what he had said.

But there was nothing.

He stared at the screen, his expression blank but his heart shattering into a million pieces.

So that's it. Akashi really doesn't care.

He went through his morning routine like a robot, brushing his teeth, washing his face, putting on his school uniform. His grandmother noticed something was off during breakfast.

"Tetsuya, are you feeling alright?" Her face creased with concern. "You look pale. Well, paler than usual."

"I'm fine, obaasan," Kuroko replied automatically. "Just tired."

She didn't look convinced but didn't push the matter, and Kuroko was grateful for that.

At school, Kagami immediately noticed something was wrong.

"Oi, Kuroko, you look like crap," he said bluntly during lunch. "Did something happen?"

"It's nothing, Kagami-kun."

"Don't give me that. Yesterday you were fine, and today you look like someone kicked your puppy. Wait, did someone actually kick Nigou? I'll kill them."

"No one kicked Nigou."

"Then what is it?"

"I'd rather not talk about it."

"But Kuroko—"

"Please, Kagami-kun."

Something in Kuroko's voice made Kagami back off, though he spent the rest of the day shooting worried glances at his shadow.

When school ended, Kuroko checked his phone again.

Still nothing from Akashi.

Hours passed. Afternoon turned to evening. Evening turned to night.

Nothing.

Complete and utter silence from Akashi Seijuro.

"He doesn't care," Kuroko whispered to himself. "He really doesn't care about me at all."

The thought punched through him. All this time, he had held onto the hope that maybe he was overreacting. Akashi had to have a reason for forgetting his birthday and would at least fight for their relationship when he threatened to end it.

But he couldn't even be bothered to respond to his breakup message.

The silence said everything.

What if Akashi had been waiting for this?

The idea arrived without warning, leaving Kuroko thrown off.

What if the silence wasn't neglect, what if it was strategy? Akashi Seijuro, always three steps ahead, always calculating every move like a shogi match. Maybe he had grown bored with their relationship weeks ago but couldn't be bothered with the mess of an actual breakup. Too undignified. Just... silence, distance, absence. Let Kuroko twist in the wind until he couldn't take it anymore and did the breaking up himself.

Clean and efficient.

The theory made too much sense. It fit the facts too well. Akashi never forgot anything that mattered, he scheduled his days down to the minute, prided himself on absolute control. Someone like that didn't just forget his boyfriend’s birthday. Which meant this had to be intentional.

Kuroko's gaze drifted to his nightstand.

His phone sat on the nightstand where he had placed it five minutes ago, after his last check. And the check before that. And the one before that. He knew what he would find if he looked again, the same empty silence. But his hand moved, betraying his desperate hope that maybe, somehow...

One more check wouldn't hurt. Just one more.

Muscle memory guided his thumb to the LINE app, he had opened it so many times tonight that the motion had become automatic. The green icon with its white speech bubble mocked him with its cheerfulness.

The app loaded. The notification badge showed [23] unread messages.

Still, none of them were from the person he wanted.

He scrolled past them without really seeing:

Momoi-san sent a sticker

Kagami-kun: "yo did u get my message"

Kise-kun sent 5 photos

His thumb kept moving, down, down, down through the conversation list he had been checking obsessively since 12:01 AM until—

Akashi's name stared at him.

Seijuro-kun <3

Tetsuya stared back at the name and noticed the emoji beside it. That heart emoji suddenly looked ridiculous. Kuroko had added it after their third date, when Akashi had kissed him in the rain and whispered, “You're precious to me,” against his lips.

Lies. Or maybe truths with an expiration date. Either way, Kuroko clearly wasn't worth the effort anymore.

His thumb hovered over the name. One tap and he could see everything, their entire message history, every conversation they'd ever had. He scrolled back and tortured himself with evidence of better times, of when Akashi had seemed to care. Proof that their relationship had been real, or maybe, proof that he had been talking to himself this whole time while Akashi merely responded out of obligation.

The possibility that he had been the only one truly invested made his stomach turn.

As his mind spiraled deeper, his finger moved almost of its own accord, navigating to the contact options. The list appeared: Chat, Voice Call, Favorite, Block—

He stopped on that last option.

'Block.'

It would be so easy. One tap and Akashi Seijuro would cease to exist in his world. No more hoping for messages that would never come. No more disappointment.

He pressed the option.

You blocked Seijuro-kun <3

Kuroko stared at the words on his screen. They didn't feel real. It was like he was watching himself from outside his body, observing some other Kuroko Tetsuya blocking his ex-boyfriend's number with complete numbness.

He should feel relief. Instead, he just felt... empty.

His fingers moved on autopilot, opening app after app. Twitter. Instagram. Each one showed Akashi's profile.

The motions were repetitive, almost like his hands were doing the thinking for him. Tap, scroll, select, block. Over and over until every digital connection between them had been severed.

It was easier than he had expected. Terrifyingly easy.

When he finished, Kuroko set his phone down on his desk and stared at it. The black screen reflected his own face back at him. Pale, expressionless, those sky blue eyes completely blank. He looked the same as always. Calm and invisible.

Inside, though, there was a strange hollowness, like someone had scooped out everything vital and left just the shell behind.

His homework sat waiting on his desk. English literature, page 40. Something about symbolism. He opened the textbook and read: "The recurring motif of absence in the text serves to highlight..."

Absence.

Funny how that word appeared right now.

He read the sentence again. Then again. The words were English, he understood English, but somehow they wouldn't form meaning in his brain. It was like trying to grab water, it just slipped through his mental fingers.

Kuroko read the same paragraph five times.

On the sixth attempt, he realized he hadn't retained a single word.

He closed the book quietly and pushed it aside. There was no frustration in the gesture, no anger. Just a calm acceptance that he couldn't do this right now.

Nigou scratched at his door, and Kuroko got up to let him in. The small dog immediately jumped up, trying to lick his face, tail wagging frantically. Kuroko picked him up and sat back down at his desk, holding Nigou in his lap.

"You're very affectionate today," he observed and stroked the dog's soft fur.

Nigou whined and nuzzled against his chest.

Could dogs sense emotional distress? Kuroko had read somewhere that they could. That they picked up on subtle changes in body language, in scent, in the energy their owners gave off.

He wondered what Nigou sensed from him right now. Sadness? Anger? Or just this strange, static numbness?

Kuroko looked at the clock. 8:17 PM. Too early to sleep. His grandmother hadn't even called him for dinner yet. But the thought of sitting here, staring at homework he couldn't focus on...

He couldn't.

"Come on, Nigou. Let's go to bed." He scooped the dog into his arms as he stood.

He changed into his pajamas mechanically. Brushed his teeth. Washed his face. All the normal night time routine, performed with the same blank efficiency as blocking Akashi's contact had been.

When he finally climbed into bed, Nigou curled up against his chest. Kuroko wrapped his arms around the small dog and closed his eyes.

He tried not to think about red eyes that saw through everyone except him.

He tried not to think about the way Akashi's voice dropped into something soft and private when they were alone.

He tried not to think about any of it.

But in the darkness behind his eyelids, all he could see was red.

Five days passed.

Five days of going through the motions, of pretending everything was fine. Five days of checking his phone out of habit, only to remember that he had blocked the one person he had been waiting to hear from.

Not that it mattered. Akashi clearly had no interest in contacting him anyway.

It was Friday afternoon when Kuroko walked home from school alone, his bag slung over his shoulder and his mind elsewhere. The February air was cold, and he had bundled up in a thick scarf that covered half his face. Winter in Tokyo was brutal, and today was no exception.

He turned onto familiar streets of his neighborhood, already thinking about the warm house and the dinner his grandmother would have prepared. Maybe he would take a hot bath, do some homework, go to bed early—

Kuroko stopped dead in his tracks.

There was someone standing in front of his house.

No, not just someone. That red hair, expensive coat, and posture that screamed both elegance and authority, impeccably dressed and impossibly handsome as always.

Akashi Seijuro.

For a moment, Kuroko couldn't move. His heart beat too hard for someone he was supposed to be over. Everything he had shoved down for five days came rushing back, the anger, the hurt, the stupid, stubborn hope he thought he had killed.

No. He was not going to hope. He was done hoping.

Akashi spotted him instantly. His expression gave nothing away, but his gaze, there was an edge that Kuroko couldn't quite name. Those red eyes pinned him in place, so intense that for a second Kuroko almost forgot how to breathe.

He quickly looked away and forced his expression back to its usual blankness. Then without acknowledging Akashi's presence, he started walking again and headed straight for the front gate.

He would just walk past him. He would pretend he wasn't there. He would—

A hand closed around his wrist and stopped him in his tracks.

"Tetsuya."

Akashi's voice was low, a tone that left no room for defiance. But Kuroko refused to look at him. He kept his gaze fixed firmly on the front gate.

"Let go of me, Akashi-kun."

The words were detached.

Akashi-kun. Not Seijuro-kun.

Akashi's grip on Kuroko's wrist went slack, like his body had forgotten how to hold on. The formal distance in the way Kuroko said his name hit harder than the breakup text had. It meant Tetsuya had truly moved on in his mind and packed whatever they'd had into a closed chapter.

But then survival instinct kicked in, the same instinct that had kept him upright through every impossible expectation his father had ever placed on his shoulders, and his fingers locked down again. Tighter this time, firm enough to ground himself and keep Kuroko from disappearing before he understood what had gone wrong.

​"Not until you explain what you meant by that message," Akashi countered, not letting a single crack show in his composure.

"There's nothing to explain," Kuroko said and still refused to meet his eyes. "The message was clear enough. We're breaking up. Now please let go."

"That's not an explanation." Akashi's voice finally gave way to a sharp bite of frustration. "That's a statement without context. I want to know why."

Kuroko finally turned to look at him, and the coldness in his usually calm blue eyes made even Akashi pause. "You want to know why?" he repeated. "If you really cared, you would already know. Now let go of my hand. I want to go inside."

He pulled his wrist free and continued walking toward the front gate. But Akashi moved and positioned himself directly in front of the entrance, blocking his path.

"Move," Kuroko said.

"No," Akashi replied.

Nobody moved. Kuroko stared. Akashi stared back, hands shoved in his pockets like he had all day.

They stood there. Akashi apparently had nothing better to do than block the entrance, and Kuroko was too stubborn to ask twice.

Several seconds passed. Then a full minute.

Kuroko could feel the neighbors beginning to peek through their windows, curious about the standoff in front of the Kuroko household. He could already imagine the gossip that would spread through the neighborhood, the quiet Kuroko boy and the intimidating red haired boy having a confrontation in broad daylight.

He really didn't want to deal with that.

"Fine," Kuroko finally said. "Come inside. But only because I don't want to cause a scene out here."

The Kuroko household was modest but cozy. It had traditional Japanese aesthetics mixed with modern conveniences. Kuroko led Akashi to the living room, where they sat across from each other on opposite ends of the low table.

And then they sat in silence.

Kuroko refused to speak first. He had said everything he needed to say in that message, and if Akashi wanted answers, he would have to work for them.

Akashi studied him. Sharp red eyes took in every detail of his appearance, the shadows under his eyes, the tension in his shoulders. He had always been observant, always able to read people like open books.

But Kuroko had always been the exception. He was the one person whose thoughts he couldn't always predict, whose actions sometimes caught him off guard. Part of what made him so fascinating.

Finally Akashi broke the silence.

"Tetsuya," he said, softer now, less commanding. "Please tell me what I did wrong."

Kuroko didn't answer immediately. He looked down at his hands, fingers clasped tightly in his lap. When he finally spoke, his voice was even quieter than usual.

"You really don't know?" He finally met Akashi's eyes, and there was something fragile in his gaze.

"If I knew, I wouldn't be asking."

"That's the problem, Akashi-kun," he said quietly. "You don't even realize what you did, or rather, what you didn't do, and that's exactly why I sent that message."

Akashi stared at him, trying to piece together what he could have possibly missed. He had gone over every interaction from the past week, every text, every missed call. Nothing stood out as particularly egregious.

"I don't understand."

"Of course you don't." Kuroko let out a small breath. He didn't look angry, he just looked... exhausted. "Let me ask you something, Akashi-kun. Do you remember what day it was five days ago?"

"January 31st." The answer came automatically. To Akashi Seijuro, dates and schedules were absolute, his mind recalled them with the accuracy of a computer. "Why?"

Kuroko's fingers tightened against his lap. A date. That's all it was to him. Just a date.

The thought made something twist in his chest, but he kept his expression neutral. He had gotten good at that over the past five days, pretending everything was fine while he slowly fell apart inside.

"Does that date mean anything to you?" Kuroko asked, and this time his voice was hollow, scraped empty of expectation, like he was just going through the motions of a conversation already over.

"It was a Monday. I had student council meetings in the morning and basketball practice in the afternoon. Then I had to—" Wait. Akashi's brain caught up to what Kuroko was actually asking. "Your birthday."

"Congratulations." The word came out laced with sarcasm, though Kuroko's expression remained impassive. "You remembered. Too bad it's five days too late."

"Tetsuya, I didn't forget your birthday." Akashi leaned forward, the accusation stinging his pride. "I would never forget something so important."

"Really?" Kuroko's voice went dead. "Because while everyone else, my friends, my teammates, even people I barely talk to, took the time to wish me a happy birthday, but my own boyfriend didn't say a single word. Not a text, not a call, not even a simple message on social media. Nothing."

"But I—"

"Do you know how that made me feel?" Kuroko steamrolled right over the interruption, needing to get the ugly truth out of his chest. "Do you know what it's like to wait all day, constantly check your phone, and hope to see even just two words from the person who's supposed to love you? And then watch the clock tick past midnight and realize that your birthday is over and he couldn't even be bothered to remember?"

His voice cracked on the last word. He quickly looked away, staring hard at the wall and blinking rapidly to force the moisture back. He wouldn't give Akashi the satisfaction of seeing him cry.

Akashi was silent for a long moment. His brain was trying to catch up. This didn't make sense. What had gone wrong?

When he spoke again, genuine confusion filled his voice.

"Tetsuya, I sent you a gift."

Kuroko blinked. What.

"I sent a package. A birthday present, " Akashi continued. "Along with a letter. I arranged for it to be delivered directly to this house on January 31st."

"What gift?" Kuroko asked and turned back to face Akashi. "I didn't receive anything from you."

Now it was Kuroko's turn to look confused.

"That's impossible." Akashi's mind was already cycling through scenarios, trying to figure out where the gap was. "I made sure to use a reliable delivery service. They confirmed the package was delivered to this address."

"I never got it," Kuroko muttered. Was Akashi lying? No, he didn't lie about stuff like this. But there was definitely nothing. "If you had really sent something, I would have—"

"Oh my, is that Akashi-kun I hear?"

Both Kuroko and Akashi turned toward the sound of the voice. An elderly woman stood in the doorway that led to the kitchen. She had kind eyes and silver hair pulled back in a neat bun. She carried a tray with two cups of tea. Her wrinkled face lit up with a warm smile.

"Obaasan," Kuroko said and quickly stood up to help with the tray. "You didn't have to—"

"Nonsense, nonsense," his grandmother said and waved him off. "We have a guest from far away. The least I can do is offer some tea." She set the tray down on the table and smiled at Akashi. "It's been a while, Akashi-kun. You've grown even more handsome since the last time I saw you."

"Thank you, obaasan-sama," Akashi said politely. He inclined his head in a respectful bow. "It's good to see you again."

"Such a well-mannered young man," Kuroko's grandmother said with approval. Then she paused. A thoughtful expression crossed her face. "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation just now. You were talking about a package, weren't you?"

Akashi nodded, his sharp gaze tracking every microexpression on the old woman's face. "Yes, I sent a birthday present for Tetsuya. It should have arrived on the 31st, five days ago."

"The 31st..." The old woman tapped her chin, deep in thought. Then her eyes widened. "Oh! Oh dear, I think I know what happened."

She hurried back toward the kitchen. A few minutes later, she returned and held a medium-sized package. It was wrapped in elegant red paper with a golden ribbon.

"I'm so sorry, Tetsuya," his grandmother said. She looked genuinely apologetic. "This package came five days ago, but I completely forgot to give it to you. I set it aside and meant to bring it to your room later, and then it just... slipped my mind."

She let out a sheepish laugh and shook her head at herself.

"At my age, I'm starting to become quite forgetful, you see. Just last week, I forgot where I put my reading glasses, and then I found them in the refrigerator! Can you believe that? The refrigerator!"

Kuroko stared at the package in his grandmother's hands. His brain struggled to process this new information. All this time, the proof of Akashi's affection had been sitting somewhere in his house, and he had no idea.

"I really am sorry, dear," his grandmother continued and pressed the package into Kuroko's hands. "If I had remembered to give this to you on time, maybe you two wouldn't be having this argument now."

"It's... it's okay, obaasan," Kuroko managed to say. His voice came out strangled. "It's not your fault."

"Well, since Akashi-kun has come all this way from Kyoto, he should at least stay for dinner," his grandmother said and clapped her hands together. "In fact, why don't you stay the night, dear? It's already getting late, and I wouldn't want you to travel back to Kyoto when it's dark out."

"I couldn't impose—" Akashi started to say, but Kuroko's grandmother was already waving away his protests.

"No imposition at all! We have a spare futon, and I'm sure Tetsuya wouldn't mind sharing his room for one night." She gave her grandson a meaningful look. "Right, Tetsuya?"

Kuroko felt his cheeks heat up, but he nodded. "Right. Of course, obaasan."

"Wonderful! I'll go start preparing dinner then." With that, the elderly woman practically skipped back to the kitchen and hummed a cheerful tune.

Silence fell over the living room once again. But this time, it was different, awkward and loaded with everything neither of them knew how to say. It sat between them, daring one of them to speak first.

Kuroko's fingers tightened around the package. The wrapping paper crinkled under his grip. He could hear the faint ticking of the wall clock, each second stretching unbearably long. His grandmother's footsteps had faded down the hallway. Now it was just the two of them and this suffocating quiet.

He looked down at the package in his hands, the red paper, the perfect golden bow. Evidence of his own foolishness staring right back at him. Then he looked up at Akashi. Those red eyes were already on him.

Kuroko's throat felt tight. "I'm sorry," he finally said. "I jumped to conclusions. I should have tried to contact you first instead of just—"

"I couldn't respond to your message right away." Akashi intercepted the apology. His voice wasn't harsh, if anything, he just sounded deeply tired. "My phone died that night, and I was traveling the next day for a tournament. By the time I charged it and saw your message, you had already blocked me."

Kuroko's face burned. "I'm sorry about that too," he said quietly. "I was... I wasn't thinking clearly."

"I tried calling you, but it wouldn't go through. I tried to message you on other platforms, but you had blocked me there as well." Something that might've been a smile pulled at Akashi's mouth, but it didn't reach his eyes. "You were very thorough."

Right. Because Kuroko had gone scorched earth on every possible contact method like an idiot.

"I was angry... and hurt..." Kuroko's gaze dropped to the floor. There was a spot that looked almost like an eye. He stared at it. Much safer than staring at Akashi right now. "I thought you didn't care about me anymore." 

Even saying it out loud felt like admitting to something shameful. What kind of person throws away a relationship over one forgotten birthday?

"I'm sorry, Seijuro-kun..." Kuroko mumbled, the given name slipping from his lips for the first time since the whole mess began.

Silence.

Kuroko squeezed his eyes shut.

This was it. This was where Akashi would tell him he was being unreasonable and immature, that maybe they weren't right for each other if Kuroko couldn't handle—

"Say it again."

Kuroko's eyes snapped open. "What?"

"My name." Akashi's tone was even. "Say it again."

"Seijuro-kun," he whispered.

"Look at me when you say it."

Kuroko forced his gaze up. Akashi's expression was perfectly composed, but his eyes were burning with a raw heat that made Kuroko's pulse stutter.

"Seijuro-kun," Kuroko repeated, holding that intense stare.

There was a brief change in Akashi's expression. It was the face of someone who had been carrying something heavy for a very long time, and had just for one unguarded second, set it down. But it was gone almost as fast as it had appeared.

And in one fluid motion, he reached across the table and knelt in front of Kuroko. He captured Kuroko's hand in his.

The moment their fingers touched, Kuroko felt it, that familiar warmth. Akashi's hands were always warm, even in winter. He hadn't realized how cold he had been until now.

"I've missed hearing you say that." Akashi's gaze held his. "I've missed you."

Kuroko didn't know what to say, his throat suddenly felt dry. He hadn't known that saying his name would affect Akashi this much. It struck him then how fragile that composure truly was, and dropping the cold formality seemed to undo something in him.

"And don't..." Akashi's grip tightened. "Don't ever think I stopped caring about you. You're the most important person in my life, Tetsuya."

Kuroko's eyes started to sting again, but this time it wasn't from sadness.

"I've been so busy lately," Akashi continued. "Between student council responsibilities, basketball practice, and my father's expectations, I barely have time to breathe. There were days when I was so exhausted that I forgot to eat, forgot to sleep, forgot to even check my phone."

He paused.

"But I never forgot about you. Even when I was drowning in work, you were always on my mind. That's why I made sure to buy your present weeks in advance. That's why I wrote that card myself instead of having someone else do it. I wanted to give it to you in person, but when I realized I couldn't make it to Tokyo in time, I had it delivered instead."

Weeks in advance. Akashi had planned this weeks in advance.

The phrase looped in Kuroko's head, over and over. Akashi was thinking of him, planning for him, making sure he would have something special on his birthday, even from four hundred kilometers away, despite having barely any time to spare.

And yet, Kuroko had accused him of not caring.

"I didn't know..."

"You couldn't have known what you didn't know," Akashi interrupted gently. "The fault lies with me. I should've done more than just send a package. A text, a call, something to let you know I was thinking of you. Instead, I assumed the delivery would speak for itself."

"Seijuro-kun..." 

"And when I saw your message, when I realized you'd blocked me everywhere... I knew I had to see you. Face to face. But I couldn't leave Kyoto until this weekend. Trust me, I wanted to drop everything and come immediately if I could."

Akashi leaned forward, close enough that Kuroko could see the faint shadows under his eyes, the tension in his jaw, the exhaustion he was clearly fighting.

"I was going to fight for you, Tetsuya." Akashi's voice was quiet but absolute. "For us. For everything we've built across all these kilometers."

His red eyes held Kuroko's gaze with an intensity that made it impossible to look away.

"Letting you go without knowing why? Accepting a breakup text without at least seeing your face, hearing your voice, understanding what went wrong?" Akashi continued, his voice dropping lower. "That was never an option. I would have camped outside your house if I had to. Would have waited however long it took for you to talk to me. Because you—"

His voice cracked, just barely.

"You're not someone I can just lose and move on from, Tetsuya."

And then the last pillar of Kuroko's restraint gave way.

A single tear escaped from his eye and slid down his cheek. Then more came, one after another, until both sides of his face were streaked with silent trails.

"I'm sorry," Kuroko whispered, and the words came out fractured. "I'm so sorry, Seijuro-kun."

I'm sorry for being so stupid. For letting my insecurities make decisions for me. For hurting you when you were already exhausted. For thinking the worst of you when you've never given me a reason to doubt.

The thoughts came in a rush, each one more condemning than the last. He had been so wrapped up in his own hurt that he hadn't considered what Akashi might be going through. He had seen the absence of a message and built an entire narrative around it, one where he didn't matter, where he was forgettable, where love had an expiration date.

He wanted to explain, to list every regret, every moment of doubt that had led to that message. But the words stuck in his throat, too tangled with shame, lingering hurt, and relief.

"I'm sorry," he said again, because it was the only thing that would come out. His poker face, usually so reliable, had completely crumbled.

I'm sorry for almost throwing away the best thing in my life. I'm sorry for—

Akashi's hands cupped his face, cutting off the spiral of thoughts. His thumbs brushed away the tears with such care that Kuroko's breath caught.

"No more apologies," Akashi said with a quiet firmness that meant he wouldn't accept arguments. "We both made mistakes. What matters is that we're here now, and we can move forward together."

"But I—"

"Together," Akashi repeated, more gently this time. His other hand found Kuroko's, lacing their fingers together. "That means we share the blame, and we share the solution. You're not carrying this alone."

Together.

The word felt like oxygen. Like light after darkness.

"Together," Kuroko breathed.

He had been holding his breath without realizing it. He let it out now. The weight that had been sitting on his chest for the past five days, the one that made it hard to sleep, hard to eat, hard to think, finally lifted. He felt lighter.

Then a smile found Kuroko's face slowly.

Akashi caught every bit of it, the way the tension just dropped from Kuroko's face. Seeing him finally smile like that was enough to make all of Akashi's own tension melt away. His thumb traced a gentle path along Kuroko's cheekbone, and his lips curved into an answering smile.

"Yes," he said softly. "Together."

Dinner that night was a lively affair, thanks largely to Kuroko's grandmother. She seemed determined to share every embarrassing childhood story about her grandson with Akashi.

"And then there was the time little Tetsuya got so engrossed in his book that he walked straight into a pond!" the old woman cackled and ignored Kuroko's mortified expression. "He came home completely soaked, with a frog sitting on his head!"

"Obaasan, please," Kuroko mumbled. His face was bright red.

Akashi watched the bright red bloom across Tetsuya's cheeks. He had seen him face down the Generation of Miracles without flinching, stare down players twice his size with that blank expression, and yet this, a simple childhood story, had managed to undo him.

Endearing.

Akashi kept his composed demeanor, though amusement danced in his red eyes. "I find it hard to imagine Tetsuya being so unaware of his surroundings." The corner of his mouth quirked upward.

"Oh, he's always been like that," Kuroko's grandmother said fondly. "Head in the clouds, that one. Always thinking about something or other. It's a miracle he doesn't bump into more things."

"I have good peripheral vision," Kuroko muttered.

"Except when it comes to ponds, apparently," Akashi added and earned himself an 'I'm breaking up with you again' look from Kuroko.

The dinner continued in much the same fashion. Kuroko's grandmother shared stories and Akashi listened attentively while Kuroko tried, and failed, to redirect the conversation to literally anything else.

By the time they finished eating and cleaning up, it was already late. Kuroko's grandmother bid them goodnight with a knowing smile and a not-so-subtle wink at her grandson, then retreated to her own room.

Which left Kuroko and Akashi alone once again.

"So," Kuroko said and stood awkwardly in the hallway outside his bedroom door. "I'll get the spare futon ready for you."

"Thank you," Akashi said. "Though I should mention that I don't mind sharing a bed, if that would be easier."

Kuroko's face immediately flushed pink. "The futon will be fine."

He hurried into his room.

Akashi followed behind him with an amused expression. As he busied himself with setting up the spare bedding, he could feel Akashi's eyes on him, watching his every movement.

​"You still haven't opened your present." Akashi jerked his chin toward the package sitting on the desk in the corner.

Kuroko paused in his task and looked at the elegantly wrapped box on his desk. He had been so caught up in the emotional roller coaster of the day that he had almost forgotten about it.

"You're right," he said and walked over to his desk. "I got so distracted..."

"Open it now," Akashi said and sat down on the edge of his bed. "I want to see your reaction."

Kuroko picked up the package and ran his fingers over the smooth red wrapping paper. The golden ribbon was tied in a perfect bow, one that only someone with meticulous attention to detail would achieve.

He untied the ribbon and peeled away the wrapping paper to reveal a simple white box. When he lifted the lid, his eyes widened.

A plush doll was nestled inside and surrounded by soft tissue paper. But not just any doll, it was evidently designed to look like Akashi Seijuro himself.

The doll was about 30 centimeters tall. It had perfectly styled red hair, sharp embroidered eyes, and a tiny Rakuzan basketball uniform complete with the number 4. The attention to detail was remarkable, even the doll's expression somehow captured Akashi's characteristic confident aura, though in a much more adorable, huggable form.

Kuroko stared at the doll, then at Akashi, and back down at the doll again.

"Is this..."

Tiny red hair. Tiny smirk.

It was absolutely Akashi Seijuro.

In plush form.

Akashi apparently had commissioned a doll. Of himself. For his boyfriend.

He wasn't sure whether to be touched or concerned for Akashi's mental state.

Then he noticed an envelope tucked into the side of the box. He pulled it out, the paper felt expensive under his fingers. When he opened it, he found three pages of Akashi's handwriting.

Three pages. For a birthday card.

Kuroko started reading, his expression neutral.

Dear Kuroko Tetsuya,

Happy Birthday to my favorite person in the entire world.

I know being in a long-distance relationship isn't easy. There are nights when I lie awake and wish I could be there with you, and mornings when I reach for my phone just to see your name. The distance between Tokyo and Kyoto has never felt longer than when I'm missing you.

So, I had a solution made.

Meet Mini-Seijuro.

Yes, I'm aware this is ridiculous. Yes, I know you're probably questioning my sanity right now. But hear me out.

Mini-Seijuro is designed to be your companion when I can't be there in person. He's soft, he's huggable, and unlike the real me, he won't steal the blankets or wake you up at 5 AM to discuss basketball strategies.

Feel free to tell him all your problems. He's an excellent listener, mostly because he can't talk back. You can also punch him if you're ever frustrated with me, he can take it. Consider him a stress relief tool shaped like your incredibly handsome boyfriend.

However, I must warn you: Mini-Seijuro has inherited my jealousy. If you cuddle any other plush toys, he will know. He will judge you silently with his embroidered eyes. You have been warned.

But in all seriousness, Tetsuya... I wanted to give you something that could remind you of me every day. Something you could hold onto when the distance feels too far. Something that represents how much I wish I could be with you always.

I am absolute, and my love for you is absolutely endless.

Happy Birthday, my Tetsuya. I love you more than words could ever express.

Forever yours,

Akashi Seijuro

P.S. - If anyone asks about the doll, tell them Akashi Seijuro is NOT the type of person who would commission a plush toy of himself for his boyfriend. This is clearly a case of mistaken identity. The doll's name is... Sakashi Meijuro. Completely different person.

P.P.S. - That was a joke. Obviously it's me. I'm not ashamed. Much.

By the time Kuroko finished reading, he couldn't hold it in anymore. A chuckle escaped his lips, something he rarely ever let out. And a soft laugh followed, quiet at first, then growing just enough to shake his shoulders as he clutched the card in one hand and the Mini-Seijuro doll in the other.

"Sakashi Meijuro," he said between laughs. His sky blue eyes sparkled with genuine joy. "Seijuro-kun, this is the most ridiculous thing you've ever done."

Akashi watched him, transfixed. He had seen Kuroko smile before, subtle smiles that barely curved his lips. He had seen his eyes soften with affection. But this... this was different.

Kuroko was laughing freely. His usual calm mask was completely gone. His smile was wide and uninhibited. It lit up his entire face and made him even more beautiful than he already was. The sound of his soft laughter was like music, so light and purely captivating.

He looked impossibly radiant. There was no other word for it.

And Akashi found himself unable to look away. In all the time they had been together, he had never seen him like this, so open and so happy. The sight of his smile stole his breath.

Mine. Something primal whispered in Akashi's mind. Mine, and I almost lost him.

His body moved on pure instinct.

Kuroko was still laughing when Akashi reached him. Then his hands rose to frame that face, thumbs brushing across Kuroko's cheekbones.

Kuroko's laughter caught in his throat. "Sei—?"

Akashi didn't let him finish. He leaned in, tilted Kuroko's chin up, and captured those smiling lips with his own.

Kuroko let out a soft sound of surprise. But he didn't pull away. Instead, he just let himself melt into the kiss. His eyes fluttered closed as he leaned into him. The doll and the card slipped from his hands and were forgotten on the floor.

The kiss was gentle but intense. It was full of all the words they hadn't said and all the feelings they had been holding back. Akashi poured his love into it, his relief that they had worked things out, his joy at seeing him smile, his promise to never let a misunderstanding like this happen again.

When they finally pulled apart, both breathless.

"Happy birthday, Tetsuya," he murmured. "Even if it's a few days late."

Kuroko looked up at him. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were shining. "That was sudden."

"Your smile." Akashi reached up to tuck a strand of sky blue hair behind his ear. "When you smiled like that... I couldn't help myself. You were too beautiful to resist."

Yeah, he had lost this round completely.

Kuroko's blush deepened. "You're being cheesy, Seijuro-kun."

"I'm being honest." Akashi's lips curved into a genuine smile. "Besides, I think I've earned the right to be cheesy after being accused of forgetting your birthday and nearly getting dumped."

"I said I was sorry about that," Kuroko mumbled and looked away.

"I know." Akashi chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. "And I've forgiven you. Though I expect you to make it up to me."

"Make it up to you? How?"

"You could start by promising never to block me again without at least giving me a chance to explain."

"That's fair." Kuroko couldn't exactly argue with that one. He had maybe overreacted there. "What else?"

Dangerous question. Akashi had that look now. The one that meant he had been planning this. 

His eyes glinted with mischief. "I want you to send me a selfie every morning. And call me before bed every night."

Kuroko stared at him. This was getting suspiciously specific. "That's a lot of demands."

"I'm not finished." Akashi gestured at the plush. "I also want you to name the doll."

"Name it?"

"Yes. Mini-Seijuro deserves a proper name. Something dignified and befitting of someone who looks exactly like me."

Kuroko glanced down at the doll on the floor. He picked it up and examined its adorable face with its embroidered serious expression.

"How about... Scissors-kun?" he suggested. A hint of a smile played on his lips.

"Absolutely not." Akashi wondered why he even tried.

"Absolute-kun?"

"Tetsuya."

"Ore-sama?"

"I'm starting to regret this gift."

Kuroko finally laughed again and hugged the doll to his chest. "Fine. I'll call him Aka-chan. A compromise."

Akashi sighed, but there was no real annoyance in his expression. "I suppose that's acceptable."

"Good." Kuroko looked at the doll, then back at Akashi. "He really does look like you, Seijuro-kun. Did you model for this?"

"I may have provided... reference photos," Akashi admitted. He looked slightly embarrassed. "The manufacturer needed detailed images to get the likeness right."

"So somewhere out there, there's a factory worker who has multiple photos of your face."

"When you put it that way, it sounds concerning."

"It's a little concerning," Kuroko agreed, but he was smiling. "But also very sweet. Thank you, Seijuro-kun. For the gift, for the card, for coming all this way when I was being unreasonable."

Akashi pulled him into his arms and held him close. "I would travel to the ends of the earth for you, Tetsuya. A train ride from Kyoto to Tokyo is nothing."

They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other's embrace. The Aka-chan doll was squished between them.

"By the way," Akashi's tone suddenly shifted, his voice dropping lower. "I noticed you tried to break up with me over text with just three words. No explanation, no phone call, nothing."

Kuroko had really hoped they could just not talk about that part. "I know. That was wrong of me."

"If you ever try something like that again..." Akashi pulled back. His expression shifted into something that probably worked on every committee member, every teammate, every person who had ever thought about disagreeing with him. "I'll have to discipline you."

Kuroko's brain lagged for a second, trying to figure out if that was a threat or a promise. "Discipline me?"

"I'll replace all your vanilla milkshakes with strawberry."

Okay, definitely a threat. The worst kind of threat. "You wouldn't dare."

"Try me."

The problem with dating Akashi was that he meant stuff like this. He had probably already mapped out which convenience stores Kuroko frequented, which vending machines he used, everything. The man was thorough when he wanted to be petty.

"That's cruel and unusual punishment, Seijuro-kun."

"I am absolute. My punishments are also absolute."

Kuroko's expression flattened out completely. It went even more blank than normal. His lips pressed into a thin line that wasn't technically a pout but was doing a great impression of one.

Which apparently triggered something in Akashi's brain because his eyes went sharp and dark in a way that was concerning.

Oh no. Kuroko recognized that expression. Akashi was about to make a move.

"Fine. No more breakup texts without proper communication first. Happy?"

"Immensely." Akashi's voice came out almost like a purr.

After hearing that, Kuroko felt relieved. The tension of their fight was finally breaking.

They were going to be okay. They were—

Wait. Why was Akashi still looking at him like that?

And why was he moving closer?

The temperature in the room felt several degrees warmer than before.

Kuroko stayed in the bathroom longer than necessary, staring at his reflection. His hair was a mess. His lips were swollen. And the marks trailing down his neck would be impossible to explain away.

Grandmother is in the next room.

His grandmother, who had known Akashi since middle school. His sweet, wholesome grandmother who made tea and told embarrassing childhood stories. His grandmother who thought Akashi was "such a well-mannered young man."

Well-mannered young men did not leave marks that looked like a vampire had used your neck as a personal art project. These were going to require tactical turtleneck deployment for at least a week. Maybe two weeks.

What if his grandmother noticed? What if she asked about it at breakfast?

Kuroko genuinely considered climbing out the bathroom window right now. The mortification might actually kill him before he hit the ground.

His breathing was still uneven, his body still hypersensitive to every sensation. He could still feel the ghost of Akashi's touch on his skin, the pressure of his lips, the warmth of his hands.

They had really just—

His reflection caught him off guard. His cheeks were stained deep red, so much color on his usually pale face that it almost looked wrong. His eyes were too bright, catching the bathroom light and reflecting it back like glass. And his expression... there was no other word for it. He looked smitten.

How embarrassing.

He tore his gaze away before he could memorize any more incriminating details.

He took a long breath, then changed into his pajamas with trembling hands. His legs were unsteady, almost giving out when he bent to pull on his sleep pants. Everything felt oversensitive, the soft cotton against his skin, the cool air on his heated face, the lingering tingle on his lips.

When he came back to the bedroom, Akashi was already settled into the futon Kuroko had prepared earlier, looking far too composed for someone who had just—

Kuroko firmly cut off that train of thought.

"Better?" Akashi asked with a slight smirk that said he knew exactly how not-better Kuroko felt.

"Mm." Kuroko climbed into his own bed, face still warm, and tried to pretend the last half hour hadn't completely rewired his brain.

Without thinking, he reached for Aka-chan and hugged the doll to his chest. The plush fabric was soft against his skin, and he found himself relaxing into it. When he glanced down, preparing to settle in for sleep, he caught Akashi staring.

Not at him. At the doll.

There was something in that gaze that made Kuroko pause. He followed Akashi's line of sight to Aka-chan's embroidered face. The little doll wore the exact same expression as the real Akashi: serious, focused, with just a hint of "that's mine" radiating from those tiny stitched eyes. The parallel was too perfect.

A small chuckle escaped him.

"What's so funny?" Akashi asked from the futon.

"I'm just trying to decide which one of you has a scarier expression."

"The doll, obviously. I'm told I have a very approachable face."

"By whom?"

"...No one yet. But they will."

That statement was somehow both annoying and endearing. Kuroko couldn't help but smile. "Goodnight, Seijuro-kun."

"Goodnight, Tetsuya." Akashi's voice was warm. "And Tetsuya?"

"Hmm?"

"Don't cuddle that doll too much. I might get jealous."

"You're jealous of yourself?" Kuroko blinked, disbelief at the thought. "Is that why Seijuro-kun was staring at Aka-chan just now, to the point that I even thought you were going to challenge him to a duel?"

​"I simply think that the doll is receiving an excessive amount of attention considering the original is right here," Akashi said, trying to maintain his dignity and sound logical despite what he was actually saying.

The thought was so ridiculous. In all their time together, Kuroko had never imagined he would see this side of his boyfriend, petty and possessive over something so trivial.

The great Akashi Seijuro, jealous of his own plush counterpart. If Akashi wanted to be jealous, Kuroko could indulge him.

Kuroko smiled and hugged Aka-chan even tighter. "I'll cuddle whoever I want. You can fight yourself for my affection."

"I always win," Akashi replied confidently. "Even against myself."

"That doesn't even make sense."

"Victory doesn't need to make sense. It just needs to be absolute."

Kuroko shook his head. "You're ridiculous, Seijuro-kun."

"And yet you love me."

The room felt still for a moment. Then Kuroko said quietly, "Yeah, I do."

For all his talk of absolute victory, Akashi was somehow always rendered completely defenseless by the raw honesty of those words.

He looked up through the dim shadows of the room, his gaze softening into something intensely tender. "I love you too, Tetsuya. Always."

​Then he closed his eyes with a genuine smile on his lips, happily surrendering to the only defeat he would ever welcome.

And as they drifted off to sleep that night, Kuroko in his bed with Aka-chan, and Akashi in the futon below, both of them felt that this strange, chaotic, emotional day had somehow brought them even closer together.

In the end, a small plush doll with an embroidered glare had saved their relationship.

Well, that and the willingness to fight for each other when things got complicated.

But mostly the doll.

Akashi would never admit it, but commissioning that doll had been the best decision he had ever made. Right after deciding to pursue Kuroko in the first place.

And if Aka-chan ended up as Kuroko's favorite cuddle companion, causing the real Akashi to wage a petty war against his stuffed counterpart for his attention, well, that's a story for another time.

The End.