1 Day 1: Holding Hands

Tetsuya, to be honest, was never comfortable with his usual passive existence.

When his teammates were busy talking and yelling at each other, all he could do was shouting his feelings silently, being the most quiet one in the group.

And that, for real, always makes Tetsuya think; was he not good enough to be one of the prodigies? Does he scare his friends too much with his nearly unrecognizable presence? Or do they feel bored already to have him around?

He was the only one sitting still, playing with Nigou on his lap when his old friends from Generation of Miracles were playing around with their fist (especially Kise and Aomine, the idiot pair).

For once, he wished you could be like them; screaming his own thoughts out loud and laugh it off. To just speak whatever is in his mind without thinking too much.

However--"It would be weird to see Tetsuya so energetic." A soft palm was placed on his hair, ruffled it gently. "You should feel proud for being yourself."

And what's most, it was always Seijuuro who managed to calm him--and his stressful mind--down. Seijuurou was like a fire to his frozen heart, and Tetsuya had never felt this grateful like he did now.

Still, there were times when Tetsuya wanted to be the fire itself. And that thought remained until that very day.

.

.

"Tetsuya, we're going home now."

"Ha'i." The teal haired quickly stuffed his books into his bag, putting it on his shoulder. It's not like everyday Seijuuro decided to walk him home, instead of giving him a ride on the redhead's limo. Plus, the redhead was going all the way from Kyoto to Tokyo (by bus of course), only to meet his new boyfriend.

And the thought of walking side by side like that did make a slight blush appear on his pale face, though Seijuuro didn't notice that.

"So," Seijuuro mumbled, breaking the awkward silence. "It's been a while since we dated, isn't it?"

The blue phantom nodded. "Yes, it's been like a week."

A chuckle escaped from the emperor's mouth. "A week, huh? It seems like forever when I spend my time with you."

Tetsuya said nothing but blushed even more at the statement.

It was very considerate of Seijuuro to walk on the outer side of the street, although the two of them were boys.

Tetsuya, though, didn't mind at the fact.

The light blue orbs of his moved to Seijuuro's palms, thinking whether or not he should hold it. The conflict went for like 5 minutes. 'hold it... no. hold it... no...'

Taking a deep breath, the smaller lad reached for the other's palms, putting his fingers around it.

"Tetsuya?"

Truth to be told, Seijuuro was surprised. It was so rarely of Tetsuya to do something like that, since he was the one who always takes action first.

However, he couldn't help himself from chuckling when he realized that Kuroko held him like a child holding his mother's hand.

And it was Tetsuya's turn to get shocked when Seijuuro moved his fingers to entwine his, squeezing the smaller palm lovingly while grinning.

"This, Tetsuya, is how real lovers hold hands."

And Tetsuya-once again-should admit his loss.