Akashi Seijuro did not get nervous

Akashi Seijuro did not get nervous and if he did, then it wasn’t nervousness. Or someone had infiltrated his mind and tried to implement an emotion he never felt.

The point was, he would never get anxious.

At least not to the point of admitting it.

But the afternoon he’d decided to tell Momoi that there was something she had to know was the day he realized that maybe, just maybe, he could feel nervousness.

As they stood just a bit outside of the school courtyard, Akashi’s backpack hung from both shoulders, straps of equal length. His uniform was crisp, as always, and there wasn’t a single thing about him that was off. Across from him stood the pink haired girl, strands matching the sakura petals that rode the wind, her skirt brushing against her pale legs that Akashi had more self control than to stare at.

"Hmm? What is it?" she asked with a slightly concerned frown. "Is it Aomine-kun? Aah… I’ll work on getting him to go to practice!"

His heart palpitated, his palms seemed a bit damp, and his stomach was doing acrobatic tricks. Logic induced reasoning led him to believe that he was nervous, yet he couldn’t believe that the first time he felt nervous would be to Momoi when he was confessing to her, thinking that it would be far less stressful to keep hiding it.

"Ah… Satsuki. I…"

"I’m really sorry! I’ll make Aomine-kun behave!"

"Actually, I…"

But the words wouldn’t come out no matter how hard he tried. His cotton balled tongue swallowed the most important words and his lips were chapped and his throat seized, a blush threatened his cheeks.

"…Tell Daiki he’ll have extra laps tomorrow."

And that was the first time Akashi Seijuro lost his nerve.