My secret: Akashi Seijuro x Reader [editing]

Your POV:

I yawn as I stretch my arms out.

"I should go home, but I'm so tired." I shake my head to make the drowsiness go away, but it wouldn't work.

"I know. That Akashi."

"Asami, just forgive him. I mean-"

"He made you run! I swear, why couldn't you tell him that you had allergy? You were allergic to those pollen on the fields."

"Hehehe... Sorry."

"Well, sorry can't solve anything."

"Can you do me a favor and please?"

"What (y/n)?"

"Forgive him?" I plead foolishly

She open her mouth and screams

"Are you insane? I will never forgive him! He-"

"What did our mother teach us? Forgive."

"Argh, our dang mothers. Fine. Or is it just because.........."

"Because what?"

"You like him?"

"W-what!?! Me? Liking Akashi? That's crazy." I roll my eyes

"Hey, Akashi. " as she waves her hand

"What?" I quickly turn around

I saw no one and I turn around to look at her again.

"See. You do like him. That one time at camp, when Akashi's head was onto your shoulder and you didn't even budge ."

"Cause he carried me. "

"Fair enough, but that one time when he-"

"He caught me when I was falling cause he's mean. Said that there was a spider and I got scared. I don't even know if he was lying or not." Then I cover my mouth

"He what?" Asami raises her eyebrows as she pull my hands for more details

"I think he likes you." Asami whispers

"No way, he can't! I'm a male in disguise, so does that make him gay?"

"No honey. I don't think Akashi the great can be gay. Remember we overheard their conversation about girls? Uh yeah. "

"He can be lying."

"If you know that he's gay, then why do you have feelings for him?"

"W-well...."

"See. He's just probably those people who likes to hide their feelings. Maybe you can change him."

"Hmph, I plan to anyways." As I smirks

"By the way, can you scratch my back?"
As I pulling my shirt.

"No, have Akashi do it."

I gave her the face are-you-serious.

then she chuckles and did her finger to move

"Yeah, don't mind the scar on my back and sorry." I whisper to her.

"No problem loser."

Then we both laugh

Akashi' pov:

I close the door handle silently as I scoot back

(y/n). How did (y/n) get that scar? No. It's not her. It can't be her. It's not her...