It was only after his lips had touched the smooth skin, only after Akashi’s voice reached his ears, that Midorima was woken up from his temporary trance of a silly in love sixteen years old boy. Still naive, still timid of his own actions, he opened his mouth to object, but no sound ever came out from parted lips, cheeks flushed in slight red that nothing could do to fight the dark red from Akashi’s hair.
"I’m sorry, I was just—" he tried his best to apologize for this sudden approach and thinking about the damage that could have been caused (and what kind of damage could be done to his long time friend and partner, when the one with the heavy heart beats was no other but him), then he was stopped by the new request, which left Midorima dumbfounded, confused and how could he lie? A bit contented that the kiss was not seen as an offense.
"Akashi?" Midorima called his name, not for the owned of such name but for himself, trying to catch a glimpse of a fake reality and the hint that this was just him getting the wrong idea again. The truth, however, was brought as a gentle smile, the gaze in those eyes that looked up at him in expectation of a new try.
It was at that very moment, when Midorima gave a glance back at Akashi, and when he saw the many years of knowing each other (the autumns playing shogi beside the window in the classroom, the summers with no better thing to do than eat popsicles outside the convenience store, and the winters that made them hold hands in search of the warmth from their bodies alone) reflected in his eyes and he couldn’t fight back when his body leaned down to kiss Akashi’s face, the curve of his cheekbone and trail whispers of a yet so loyal love.
Midorima always had this certain gentle characteristic to him when he would kiss him. Each kiss was soft, smooth and gentle as to savior the moment to take in every second of the swift action. In this way, Akashi could tell that he was something precious to him. Akashi’s hand moved down to smooth the front of his clothes and allowing it to settle on Midorima’s chest.
In the most simple sense, kisses just a small action where the lips of two people touch. Yet, how the simple gesture had evolved into something to symbolize affection was something Akashi had never cared to learn, but could understand. The way that Midorima’s gentle lips touched his skin meant more than anyone else could comprehend. Akashi closed his eyes to feel the warm that seemed to fill his body every second longer he spend beside Midorima in this intimate fashion. The second Midorima shifted away, Akashi closed the space to press their lips together.
As Midorima did, Akashi’s kiss Midorima in a way that he made Midorima understand how he felt. His lips hovered and brushed over his as to caress them before easily pressing them together. While his hands clenched at Midorima’s clothes, his lungs took in air as he pushed their jaws together gradual force. Akashi pulled Midorima closer as he continued to keep his lips to Midorima’s, disallowing him to break away from it.
He would have protested, argued back in that offended tone he always used with his teammates and even so, he could not find any words to tell Akashi how wrong he was and that the apparent appeal he found in his visage was nothing but a faint image of the many years they have spent together, many years of seeing each other’s faces quite a lot and becoming accustomed to it.
That was it, Midorima was not blessed with anything but the stubbornness that helped him reach his goals. The determination and refusal to give up. Instead, he fought back his words in a heavy sigh, frowning a little as he reached to take his glasses back.
"I doubt that’s the case. Are you going to give my glasses back?" Midorima asked, not holding his hopes extremely high when the one who had his glasses between comparatively small hands was no other than Akashi.
Still, he couldn’t remain silent and just let Akashi do as he pleased so he continued trying to grab his glasses mid-air, walking the distance that separated them to hold Akashi’s wrist between fingers that couldn’t ignore the smooth skin as he touched, as he pulled the hand closer to him and before he knew it, he had stopped. Green eyes wandered from the tip of the fingers that held his glasses in a tight grasp to the now wrinkled sleeve. How much time had passed? He couldn’t tell.
At some point, it was just the two of them.
And at some point (where the time lost its importance and when restrain was long deprived of its meaning), Midorima leaned down to kiss Akashi’s forehead gently, removing the small strands of red hair hiding the soft skin.
Even as Midorima grasped his wrist, Akashi was still able to gently place the frames on Midorima’s nose. Though, Midorima approached him a bit faster than he had expected, it didn’t change the end result. The two of them only stood inches apart from each other and now that Midorima’s eyes were now back in focus, Akashi could see his gaze being directly turned back at him. Only inches apart…
"Shintarou?" Akashi spoke softly, seeing that Midorima had yet to release his wrist from his grasp. With his arm strangely held in the air, he wondered when Midorima intended to loosen his grip. But time suddenly moved to fast. Akashi blinked in shock as he felt the familiar lips against his forehead, brushing the hair from it as he did. There was only a heart beat or two before Akashi began to chuckle as a smile grew onto his face. It was so sudden. Midorima was never really the type to kiss or caress, thus throwing Akashi quite off kilter with his action. He couldn’t help the gentle pink dusting that grew onto his cheeks. Akashi settled his free hand along the back of Midorima’s neck. bringing them closer together just a bit more again.
”Can you do it again?” he smiled as he lifted his chin and tilted his head just slightly to ply that he desired another on his cheek.
"I… I didn’t sat anything!" he shouted back, trying to remain composed although the skin of his face was no longer pale as it used to be, the red spread across his face and the heat only increased to give him a slight headache. When it came to fight Akashi he couldn’t win, no matter what he did or what he tried, the result would always be the same: a smile and the look in his eyes that made him more annoyed and more nervous. He didn’t do anything to stop Akashi from touching his face, however. Even when the closeness between both of them was far too dangerous for his own sanity, Midorima tightened his fist and swallowed a retort.
"Oi, Akashi—what are you doing?" not that he could hide his embarrassment anymore after all. At some point, Midorima thanked God for the few inches more of height that allowed him to lean back a bit and maintain a proper distance from Akashi and his penetrating gaze of deep red.
“…Are you finished yet?”
Akashi chuckled a bit more, the white of his teeth only flashing for a moment. “Is it unpleasant?” he asked as he continued to observe Midorima’s face. His features were sharp and matured for a boy of his age. A slender chin and a thin nose which made Midorima’s appearance very easy to the eye. Of course his eyes were something Akashi couldn’t ignore. Midorima’s eyes always seemed to have that certain concentration in that. One that Akashi felt that even in the simplest moments, Midorima’s mind did not cease.
"Do you mind?" Akashi asked, not waiting for a response as he took the glasses from Midorima’s nose, allowing him to see more of the features of Midorima’s image which he enjoyed. Taking another half a step closer, Akashi moved in to observe Midorima better. "You shouldn’t belittle yourself, Shintarou, I’m well aware that there are a selection of girls who would call themselves lucky if you were to date them."
"I guess I could call myself lucky to have the blessing of seeing you so closely." Akashi smiled, placing the glasses back onto Midorima and sliding his hand down the back of his neck, just barely skimming his skin.
"No, it’s alright…" //rubs hand over cheek
"—and I ought to say that you certainly possess a good swing of hand."
"I warned you that it would hurt, didn’t I?"
"Here, move your hand. Let me see it."
"I am fully aware of the risks, there’s not need to remind me what I already know."
"Which side would you prefer?" //prepares face to receive the hit
"I will take care of it."
//takes Midorima’s chin to turn his head to face him straight on.
//waits a second before swinging his open hand against Midorima’s right cheek with a loud crack.
"Was that too hard?"
No particular reason. Just do it, quickly.
"You know I will not hold back, correct?"
//tugs up his sleeve and cracks his knuckles.
Yes, if you would be so kind to slap me in the face… but first put my glasses in a safe place.
"I believe I can do that for you but may I ask for what reason you need this?"