Quite the enthusiastic anon, weren’t they?
“A..aa, thank you…”
It was rare, if ever, that Akashi was caught by surprise — but this girl’s action had rendered him just as so. He was usually quite adept at determining someone’s movements, but the last thing he thought he’d receive was that small kiss from Tetsuya’s coach.
“Ah, I see…,” an idle response.
“Something seems wrong with your face, Ryouta.”
”!!!..Well, You are my ex-captain..so your opinion matters! Yea that’s it!”
There was just something oh-so-satisfying about the way Ryouta replied, and Akashi truly couldn’t help but take it one step further. Despite how mature this new shade of may have made him look, Kise was still Kise after all.
“I see,” he said, his words an idle hum as he closed much of the distance between them.
“Then…,” Akashi allowed himself to trail off as he reached forward, fingers gently weaving into Kise’s newly dyed black locks. “I think this color rather suits you, Ryouta.”
“Ossu, ex-captain,” he saluted. “Been a while.”
“Aa, it has been,” he replied. “I take it you have been well?”
“This scenario is far too preposterous for me to take seriously,” he said, staring at the Anon with eyebrow quirked. “Though for the record, it isn’t as if I have a plethora of scissors.”