Five Minutes | Akashi x Reader

“Do you ever even sleep?”

Akashi pauses ever so slightly from writing, although his eyes didn’t leave his work. “Of course, (F.name). One needs a good night’s sleep to be able to perform their best at anything and I, as you are very much aware, will not do anything less than perfect.”

You looked unconvinced as you flicked your eyes at the stacks of books beside him. “And how long is a good night’s sleep is to you?”

“Eight,” Akashi replied. He pun his pen down and put away the school report he just finished. He looked up at your gaping expression. “What is the matter?”

“I don’t believe you.”

For a moment, there was a tense silence at your words. Did you just accuse of Akashi lying? If those words were someone else’, they would have tuck tailed and run by now. Anything that amounted to defiance, even at the slightest hint, presses all the wrong buttons for Akashi.

But then, this is you, Akashi’s girlfriend that knows no fear and treats him like a normal person.

Akashi didn’t reply to your accusation and instead, simply watched you as you stubbornly waited for any reaction. He made a polite smile. You scowled. “Seijurou, I’m not kidding.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Yet.”

“There is nothing to say. A good night’s sleep, as you asked, is eight hours. Unless the scientific community made a newfound discovery about human health and—”

You groaned. “Stop being smart with me.”

Akashi chuckled lightly. “Four hours.”

“… four?”

“At most,” he said, before going back to his work. This time, he picked up the topmost book on his first pile and began reading.

Your eyes softened. “That’s not good. Don’t you ever feel any fatigue?” When Akashi didn’t answer your question, you decided to drop it. You knew him well enough that he’s not the type to respond kindly to criticisms on his actions and decisions. If four hours, at the most, was the amount of sleep he deemed to be optimal for him, then it meant that he only had that much time without sacrificing any other things in his responsibilities.

You wondered idly if there was even a time Akashi was not doing anything.

“Seijurou…?”

“Yes, (F.name)?”

“Can we take a five minute break? I just finished my homework.”

Akashi didn’t answer immediately, his eyes still focused on the textbook. For a moment, you thought he wouldn’t comply to your wishes, replying that he still has a million things to do. When a whole five minutes has passed and you were quite sure you had just been ignored, he closed his book carefully and set it down. He beckoned you with his hand. “I’m done for the night.”

You couldn’t help but let out a pleased sound and sport the biggest smile as you hurriedly come over beside him. You automatically sinked in his arms, sighing as his arms enclosed your whole frame and his lips pressed on your hair. You leaned up to press a chaste kiss on his lips. “Thank you,” you whispered gratefully, knowing fully well how much his time is so precious.

Akashi simply held you closer as his response, continuing the kiss you left after you spoke. He inhales deeply and relaxed his stance, something he only does when you two are alone.

You stayed in that position for a long while until the silence was broken again. “Seijurou..?”

“Yes, (F.name)?”

“It’s kind of getting late,” you said, your voice going softer. ‘I have to go home soon’ were the words that left unspoken.

“I see,” Akashi replied, looking contemplative. He then looked at you and his lips curved with the smallest smile. He whispered softly. “Will you stay for five minutes more?”

You could literally feel yourself melting inside when he mirrored your request with his words. You shyly nodded. “Let me just inform my parents.”

“Of course.”

You reluctantly untangled yourself in his arms and bit back a forming whine at the loss of his body heat. You quickly went over your bag to grab your phone and send a quick message to your father.

Dad, I’m staying over at Seijurou’s. We still need to finish some school work. I have clothes with me. Love you!

“Done,” you mumbled as you went back snuggling to him. You carefully ignored his pleased hum. “Five minutes, Seijurou.”

“Don’t worry, (F.name). We have all night.”