Title: what are you doing with that
Rating: G
Fandom: Kuroko no Basket
Relationship: Akashi Seijurou/Mayuzumi Chihiro
Wordcount: 576
Short summary: Mayuzumi finds Akashi holding an object he shouldn’t be because Akashi had been going through the closet.
“What are you doing with that?”
Chihiro eyes the object in Seijuurou’s hand with a scowl. A white jersey with light blue accents, with the number 5 on the back. Chihiro wouldn’t have cared if it was any other number on the jersey, but it had to be his own. It had to be the jersey that was supposed to be hidden away, crumpled, and generally forgotten.
“Didn’t I stuff it at the bottom of the closet? Were you digging through my things?”
Chihiro feels emotional heat welling up in his chest. Whether it’s more due to anger or annoyance is not particularly important, as he clenches his fists regardless in an attempt to stay composed.
Seijuurou does seem to register the mood Chihiro is in but does not seem apologetic. He presses his lips into a slight smile.
“I was helping to reorganize. I got you these new shirts, so we needed the space.”
Chihiro sighs. “Just because we will live together doesn’t mean…”
“But if we can fit more of your clothes in the closet, it means we can get another bookshelf for you.”
Chihiro snaps his mouth shut, realizing Seijuurou is just missing the point. He might have read Chihiro’s bad mood, but he seems to have misread the emotional cause. Still, probably because Seijuurou is trying and Chihiro is weak to this man, he gives Seijuurou a pass. He will meet Seijuurou partway but also explain…
“…I suppose so. Still, if you could just… tell me you were going to go through the closet…”
Seijuurou laughs. “Nothing you have will make me love you less.”
Chihiro shakes his head. He does get what Seijuurou is saying. They’ve butted heads over this before and they will again, because the way they love and show love for each other is different. But Chihiro will make his wish known. Even if it is a little late.
“I don’t need words of comfort. I just like privacy.”
“And I always want to know more about you.”
Seijuurou closes the distance, pressing the old jersey up to Chihiro’s mouth before Chihiro can say another word. “I am sorry, though. I will remember to ask you first.”
“…Thanks,” Chihiro mutters when Seijuurou removes the jersey from his mouth. The emotional heat inside him has calmed down.
Seijuurou, though, shakes his head. “No. Just because I freely offer myself to you…” When Chihiro raises a brow at that, he amends, “I mean, just because I will give you anything you ask, within reason, doesn’t mean you can or should have to.”
Chihiro laughs. “You give me more than I ask for, oftentimes. Rich brat.”
Seijuurou chuckles. “Yes I am spoiled.” He closes the distance once more, this time with his mouth instead of a jersey. “I take what I want.”
The way he claims Chihiro’s mouth with his own in a dominating fashion expresses the rest of his feelings better than any words could. Chihiro finds himself stumbling backward until his legs hit the side of the bed, and the next moment he is lying on his back with all of Seijuurou pressed over him. Pressing, taking, claiming…
Soon Chihiro doesn’t remember what started this whole situation. He can only think about the man above him who is slipping hands on his shirt to pull it off and…
(But Seijuurou remembers and makes sure to put the jersey back where he found it, to be rediscovered “properly” another day.)