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Rated: T. Each chapter will have their own rating, but overall will be rated T to start off with.

Warnings?: These thingies are unbetaed so there're bound to be mistakes. Please feel free to kindly point them out if any of my grammar mistakes bother you and we'll see if I bother to fix it or not.

Prompt: Holding Hands

Scarlet

"I...I can't go on anymore!" Groaning, Kise fell to his bottom on the gym court, leaning his weight on his hands, throwing his head back as he panted.

Following Kise, Aomine fell to his knees. "Geez, Akashi that bastard. He's like the incarnation of the devil himself!"

"I'm surprised you know what that word means." Midorima says, pushing his spectacles further up his nose.

Grumbling to himself and ignoring the shooting guard, Aomine raised his head and looked to find his partner. "Oi, Tetsu, you all ri- Oi Tetsu!"

Said person blinked his eyes open as he turned his head to look at his partner. "What is it, Aomine-kun?"

"Don't lie down on the floor like that! It looks like you're dead!"

"Ah. I apologize."

Sitting up, Kuroko blinked when a flash of yellow covered his vision. "Mou, Kurokochi! Don't die on meeee!"

"Kise-kun. Please die."

"So mean!"

"All right. That's enough."

Looking up, every single member of the first string of the basketball team ceased what they were doing. There, Akashi stood on the middle of the court in all his imposing glory.

"That's enough for today. You're dismissed."

Everyone sighed in relief as they put their equipment away and retreated to the confines of their locker room to shower, change, and head home.

Kuroko, meanwhile, decided to stay back again to practice his shots, and after a while of convincing Aomine and Kise to go home without him, he was finally alone in the gym. Time seemed to pass quickly for Kuroko as he dribbled around the court with failing attempts to shoot in the basket. He missed every time and it discouraged him but he continued to go on regardless, hoping that he would at least make one basket.

"Tetsuya."

The sound of his name snapped him out of his reverie as he turned to face the source of the person who called his name. "Akashi-kun. You're still here?"

Nodding, the red haired captain strode over to where Kuroko stood on the middle of the court, crossing his arms. "Yeah. I had a meeting to attend with the Coach."

"I see. Thank you for your hard work."

Nodding, Akashi spoke. "You should head home now, Tetsuya. It's getting late. You wouldn't want your parents to worry."

Blinking, Kuroko looked outside the top windows of the gym that aligned the ceilings to see the orange sky that signified the setting of the sun.

"Ah. You're right."

"Of course I am."

Suppressing a sigh, Kuroko placed the ball back into its rack and with the help of Akashi, rolled it over to be stored away. That done, he retreated to the locker room to change back into his uniform, grabbed his bag, and met Akashi outside the gym, who turned off the lights and locked the doors.

Silence enveloped the two once again as they made their way home together. They didn't mind it. With the chaos that came with the Generation of Miracles, this was something they came to appreciate from one another, a companionable silence.

As they walked, Kuroko's eyes trailed over to Akashi, who was walking just a little ways ahead of him. The color of the sunset did wonders with the red that is Akashi's hair. It seemed to emit a gentle fiery glow, and he couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

Breathing in, Kuroko sped up so that he was closer to Akashi and raised a hand. His fingers hesitantly reached out to touch the strands of the red hair, inwardly marveling at the surprising softness his fingers felt.

"Tetsuya?"

Blinking, Kuroko's eyes made contact with mismatched ones. He flinched back as he realized what he unconsciously just did. "I apologize, Akashi-kun. I shouldn't have..."

Letting out a low chuckle, Akashi gently grabbed Kuroko's still raised hand and brought it down. "You're just like a kitten."

As they resumed walking, Kuroko cocked his head to the side, not understanding what the other meant with such words. He felt a soft squeeze to his hand and his eyes looked down, realizing his hand was still being held by the red-haired's peach colored hand. Eyes softening, his eyes rose to look Akashi, who was staring straight ahead with a small smile playing on his lips. Smiling softly, he squeezed the hand back gently as they slowly and quietly made their way home.

A/N: So like. I came across this 30 Day OTP Challenge thingy on deviantART and favorited it so that I can do it sometime later. I had forgotten about it until now so I decided why the hell not to do it. The link to the challenge will be on my profile in the Ongoing Stories section of my profile in case if ya ever wanna do it too. I'm doing this just for kicks, not to mention my birthday is in this month, and it's about time I contribute more to my favorite OTP. These are mainly just going to be drabbles, maybe some one shots, and some may or may not be connected with each other depending on how I write them. Thank you for reading and while I won't demand reviews, they're still loved. They do wonders for motivation of a writer's ego.

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