[ Kuroko can only nod at the request, clinging onto Akashi's hand like a lifeline, hoping against all odds that the hand will curl back against his. His mind is blank as he watches Otonashi go through the motions of resuscitation. The scene in front of him seems like a nightmare gone awry, something you'd only find in books about faraway magical lands; the King felled by a spell, thorns and vines crushing the very life out of him. Kuroko tries to convince himself it's a dream, only a messed up dream because Akashi couldn't die, Akashi can't die— but the cold hand in his hold seeps away all his hope. ]
Akashi-kun, please, don't...
[ He bites down on his lip hard, willing himself to stay strong, willing away the tears that threaten to fall. ]
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Akashi-kun, please, don't...
[ He bites down on his lip hard, willing himself to stay strong, willing away the tears that threaten to fall. ]