Note: Fixed! Sorry for the who had to read the fic like that... And for the third fucking time. I have to fix this. Apologies to readers. is a bitch. I had everything in perfect format but it wont let me post! TAT APOLOGIES FOR SHORT CHAPPIE! Ill come back to fix it!

An: Hey guys! I'm so sorry for the late update! I just started highschool and it's killing me TAT but anyways; I just want to say to every single one of you people out there, that even when the days seem dark and sad I will always be here for you. I love you all even when I've never met you. When the world seem to end, I will be here to hold your hand. Suicide is not the option. You all mean too much to me. You are a light, a beautiful butterfly who could not see their own beauty. Someone out there cares for you and love you. I LOVE YOU. So please, if you feel like the world is ending, it's not. Because if the sky falls, I'll hold it up for you. And if the sun goes out, I'll be your light until the end. I love you all so much I cannot bear losing any of you.

To say that this competition was strange was an understatement. Kuroko rubbed his head at the feeling of an incoming headache. The way-too-tall man he had met earlier did him no good either. What was his name? Oh yes, Murasakibara. Kuroko pondered. What a weird name.

Shrugging the matter off, he kept on walking through the crowd. How he hate crowds. They press in on him and made the air stuffy and impossible to breathe in. Kuroko let out an irritated sigh when someone bumped into him again. His lack of presence wasn't helping. Nothing was.

Glaring at nothing, the man felt his mood darken. The cakes he had tasted were of average rating. Ones that you could find in any shops, nothing to be proud about. Now, Kuroko wasn't a skeptical man, he was fair and nice. But when you've had tonnes food that claimed to be heavenly when they weren't in one day, it tends to get on your nerve.

Running a hand through his already unkempt hair, the pastry chef sighed for the millionth time. He could tell, that the people who baked the cake didn't put their whole effort into it. After all, it was just a small competition. But still, for Kuroko, you should always put your heart and soul into what little things you do no matter what. Because you can maybe just turn a bad day into a good one. This was so not worth it, Kuroko decided. How did Kagami manage to convince him to come here?

Akashi Seijuro was a proud man. He prided himself in his baking skills just as much as he did in anything else. So when the announcement to the winner of the baking competition sounded, he was sure that it will be his name. But it wasn't. Instead, the name "Kuroko Tetsuya" rang through the room, silencing all.

Murasakibara, who stood by him faithfully, blinked in confusion. "Kuro-chin won, Aka-chin." He murmured, bringing his fingers to his lips as though savouring the flavour of something. Akashi raised an elegant eyebrow.

The purple haired man never usually have someone the title, was this "Kuroko Tetsuya" really that important? "Atsushi," he demanded, "Tell me about this 'Kuroko Tetsuya'." For someone to win over him, they have the potential. Akashi decided. Maybe this man could prove to be a worthy opponent.

Murasakibara could only pray for Kuroko's safety.

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