Tetsuya had never feel comfortable of being passive.

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.

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).

"It would be weird to see Tetsuya so energetic." A soft palm was placed on his hair, ruffled it gently.

And what's most, it was always Seijuuro who was doing the approach instead of him.

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"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.

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a/n
So I was seeing this challenge on tumblr, and I was thinking 'it might be fun to make drabbles of every day'. :)
I hope you guys like and enjoy my short story! Looking forward for reviews and motivating critics. :3

Xoxo,
Ayame