#oh well haizaki's pretty face makes up for it :)

[kirisaki-daichi-scenarios]

haizaki looks good repping kiridai colours ;D

#editing stuff takes so long i don't know how people do it #and the way it still looks bad- #oh well haizaki's pretty face makes up for it :) #kiridai #kirihaizaki #kirisaki daiichi #kirisaki daichi scenarios #haizaki shougo #edit #my edits #knb #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basuke

[shoichee]

how would atsushi, akashi and aomine react to haizaki threatening/hitting on their s/o?? (cue that one scene where he was literally taking on himuro, kagami, kise, and alex all at once 😡... basically that, but with their s/o)

ANON…. THOSE 3???? LONG STORY SHORT…. HAIZAKI EXPERIENCES DEATH (OR AT LEAST NEAR-DEATH) 3 SEPARATE TIMES…… BUT HERE’S THE “LONG STORY” THROUGH THESE HCs 

TW: attempt of physical assault, unwanted advancements… asshole Haizaki? cut under this to keep y’all safe JUST IN CASE

[Headcanons]

Aomine Daiki

you went out to look for Aomine after noticing how he hasn’t come back to his seat for too long

this was shortly after Kaijō defeated Fukuda Sōgō, and it was currently intermission before the next match rolled in

your face was met with crisp air as your eyes adjusted to the dark, scanning for any sign of your boyfriend

upon seeing no one, you decided to walk around the perimeter, just in case Aomine decided to nap for a quick moment on a whim and forgot to tell you

maybe you shouldn’t have walked out alone and in the dark of night, but you figured that in such a public event in a public area, you didn’t think anyone had the balls to start anything fishy around the stadium

oh how you were so wrong

you unfortunately bumped into Haizaki right when he was slowly strolling with his basketball shoes over his shoulder, and you immediately stopped in place, praying that he would walk past by you or perhaps not even see you

you knew that he wasn’t good news based from what Aomine told you and from watching that unpleasant game… he was bad, bad news

why did you think he wasn’t gonna see you? his senses are as sharp as a falcon, scrutinizing you before he realizes your identity

“Oh? Now what’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here… all alone?”

“I, um, I was looking for someone, but I realized it’s been getting a little too late… I think they returned back to the stadium, so that’s where I’m heading…”

your voice slowly diminishes to a soft whisper by the end, but judging from his widened eyes from glee, you knew he wasn’t going to walk past by you after this

“That so?” he drawls, licking his thumb. “The stadium ya say?”

something about his gaze turned sharp and dangerous, “the stadium” triggering unadulterated rage and frustration from the game and from his encounter with Aomine

“I… I really gotta leave,” you say in a hurry, quickly backing up. “Th-They’re impatient, so—”

“Huh?” he mocks, leaning closer to you. “I’m kinda of an impatient guy myself, yeah?” but upon even closer inspection, he realizes that he’s seen you somewhere very recently

“Hm?” he muses lowly. “Weren’t ya sitting with Daiki that game?” when you don't answer out of fear, his eyes merely shine with excitement… “Ohhhh… is that how it is?”

. . .

Aomine returns back to his seat after settling a score with Haizaki outside the stadium, but immediately becomes confused when he sees your seat empty

Sakurai immediately apologizes and quickly informs him that you went out to look for him, and Aomine immediately dashes back out… after all, who knows if you got lost in the dark or if you kept being persistent in looking for him?

imagine his visible distress when he sees Haizaki putting an arm around your shoulder while still holding his shoes and you looking absolutely fearful because you knew what he was capable of

this was a very rare moment where Aomine was not so calm and collected

but he tries to, especially when he knows that Haizaki probably relishes in the fact of “getting revenge” for that punch earlier (and probably realized the connection between you and Aomine to do so)

“Hey, asshat,” he calls out, grabbing Haizaki’s attention away from you, but Aomine notices him pulling you slightly closer to his body. “The fuck you think you’re doing with (y/n)?”

“Hehh? So (y/n)’s your name?” Haizaki merely pays attention to you, completely ignoring Aomine

“Back off,” he says lowly, almost to a growl. “I won’t be holding myself back to just a punch this time if you do anything else.”

at his hardened glare, Haizaki does a gleeful mock-surprise expression before putting his arm off of you and says: “Whoaaa there, Daiki. Never pegged you as that typa guy.”

he licks his thumb before walking away casually without a care in the world before calling out, “It ain’t fun here anymore, I’m bouncin’ out.”

by the time he leaves Aomine’s field of vision, he finally releases a pent-up sigh before calling out your name:

“... Come’ere… he didn’t do anythin’ to you right? Sheesh, I leave you alone for one second—alright, alright I guess it was more than a second… fine, it was several minutes… look, I’m sorry… okay, okay quit lecturing me… more importantly, promise me you don’t go out alone like that. It’s dangerous out there, y’know.”

when you finally ask about what he meant by his threat to Haizaki, he smugly replies, “Aw, that? I gave him a hard sock earlier. Went down pretty easily.”

Murasakibara Atsushi

it’s quite rare that Murasakibara would agree to going to Tokyo temporarily over break, let alone leave his house, but here you two are, resting on the park benches in Tokyo

shortly after, you went to the nearest arcade hall, begging and tugging him along with you to try the strength test for the jackpot prize (totally using his physique to nab home prizes and merch LOL)

he only agreed because you looked way too excited for him to turn the plan down

he still enjoyed himself, if he was being honest; it’s just you, him, his snacks, and some games you both are playing together

Murasakibara notices that the arcade also has a mini food court to the side, and he immediately pouts at you to let him go tasting galore on a food binge

and you laugh, telling him to “hurry up” to tease him and letting him know that you were staying here to try to earn more points to exchange for rewards at the end

you entered a coin into the slot and hummed before seeing a START screen, but as soon as it went black into a loading screen you saw someone’s reflection on it

Haizaki was right behind you

“Whaddya know? Would ya look at that?” he says, hands in his pockets while sneering. “If it isn’t (y/n).”

you merely pretended that you didn’t hear him, considering that the arcade was pretty crowded and noisy, and went on to playing the game in front of you

you hoped that by the time you were done with the round, he’d be gone, but his reflection was very much still there on the arcade machine screen, depicting his laid-back posture against the back of another arcade machine, watching you with complete amusement

after spending all the available coins on hand and still sensing him behind you, you promptly turned to your left to head for the coin machine and acted completely casual, but before you got too far ahead, Haizaki easily blocks your path with an outstretched arm, the hand against the arcade machine

“Whoaaa,” he drawls. “That’s pretty fucked up for you to ignore me like that.”

“... You’re blocking the way, so can you please kindly let me pass?” you flatly say, not bothering to look at his face

“What’s with the cold shoulder?” He tilts his head with a crazed look in his eyes that spelled unpredictability. “I just came and stopped by to say hello to an old friend from Teiko. Nothin’ wrong with that, hm?”

“Look,” you sigh. “You’re in the way, and I wish to spend my time here left alone. No, I’m not interested in small talk. No, I’m not in the mood for a bite with you. No, I don’t want to give you my number. Did I address everything?” you finally turned your face to look at Haizaki, but his face contorts to one of a dangerous beast

“Good, good…” he slowly says. “You haven’t changed one bit, haven’t ya? I was wonderin’ where that feisty side of yours went.”

perhaps you shouldn’t have spoken up after all; it only riled him up more

before you can formulate any further thoughts, he grabs your chin and directed it towards him, and you immediately froze up

you tried to dart your eyes around you if anyone noticed, but no one seems to pay attention

“What’s the matter?” he asks. “Cat got ya tongue?” when he looks to where your gaze was at, he chuckles before drawing closer to your face. “No one’s gonna help… not when they think we’re a little thing…”

but he instantly feels a heavy hand on his shoulder, and Haizaki turns around, ready to cuss the perpetrator out, but his eyes widen when he sees a furious Murasakibara

a giant with a very, very hostile aura… even nearby crowds dispersed out of fear for their safety

“Hands off of (y/n)-chin, pest.”

“Oho?” Haizaki releases your face and completely turns around to face him. “Well if it isn’t Atsushi… been a while hasn’t it?” he brings up a hand in a shrugging motion. “While I’d love to chat, I’m busy. Scram.”

“Touch (y/n)-chin again, and I’ll break all of your fingers.”

“Huh?” Haizaki licks his right thumb. “What’s up with ya? It’s non’ya business.”

you took this as an opportunity to run to Murasakibara’s side and seek shelter behind his back, which Haizaki raises a defiant brow

“Hmmm?” he smiles a slow smirk. “Was I really such bad company, (y/n)?”

his smile was completely wiped when he sees Murasakibara’s outstretched hand towards his head, and he deftly dodges his grasp before he walks off with a scoff

“I’m gonna crush him—”

“W-Wait! Just leave him be…” you held onto his torso in a full-attempt to stop him from going too far, and after a few moments, he relaxes with body and finally turns to face you

he doesn’t say anything but darts his eyes all over your figure to make sure there weren’t any injuries on you

he gently holds your hand before he tugs you to follow him to the food court

“Murasakibara…?”

“... You won’t be separated from me if we hold hands, (y/n)-chin.”

“I’m fine, you know.”

he doesn’t say anything more, and when you both settled into your table with your orders, he’s constantly staring at you and giving nonverbal cues that he wants to do PDA with you

becomes very protective and affectionate of you for the rest of the trip

grows very quiet and deep in thought until you reassure him that you were okay because of him stepping in to save you

Akashi Seijuro

it’d be extremely rare for you to ever bump into Haizaki, especially when the only chance you can see him is during the annual Winter Cup

Winter Cup arrives once again with the GoMs being 2nd years this time, and Akashi is still the same Oreshi ever since last Winter Cup

Haizaki definitely had seen you walking with Akashi very closely before the opening ceremony started, and it gave him ideas on how to “get back” against Akashi without directly confronting him

he was gonna mess with you

even after all those years, he still has that grudge against Akashi; the fact that he is one of the few people who has that power over him irritates him to no end

even when Akashi told Haizaki to quit long ago to help him save face, his pride was still heavily bruised

when he was sure Akashi wasn’t with you, he approached you while you were waiting outside the stadium

. . .

Akashi exits out of the locker rooms and carries his duffel bag before he heads to the entrance to greet you, excited in reuniting with you to talk about today’s games and your opinion on Rakuzan’s performance… that is, until what he saw made him beyond furious

“O-Ow…!”

“If ya want someone to blame for,” Haizaki sneers. “Ya can thank Akashi for messin’ with me, yeah? Don’t take it too hard babe, but I’m just returnin’ the favor… by proxy.”

Akashi strides over to the two of you with the intensity of death that would even surprise Bokushi himself

“Haizaki.”

at the sound of his eerily calm voice, Haizaki turns over to Akashi, and his glee is immediately wiped off his face and replaced with one of anger… and hidden fear

he suddenly drops you from his chokehold, and as you hit the ground, coughing to intake air, he turns to Akashi with a vengeful look

after a suffocating staredown between the two, Haizaki tuts and turns to leave in unspoken defeat, knowing full well the consequences from defying against Akashi; it’s something he never did in Teiko and certainly not something he would risk doing now

Akashi immediately drops his cold facade and rushes over to your side, rubbing your back and examining the slight bruises on your neck

his HIGHEST priority at that very moment was your safety, and he decided to take you to a doctor and then to your home, opting to cancelling/rescheduling any plans for today despite your objections

all the while, he coos softly at you and touches you with such care and gentleness that you managed to calm your heartbeat from that sudden attempt of assault

as soon as he feels like you’re safe, mentally and physically (and probably in a safe environment with either a GoM or at your own home), he reveals his true emotions on his face regarding the incident for the first time when he’s alone

being super considerate about your current mental state, he didn’t want to potentially scare you even more with his anger and much more negative emotions

for the first time, he allows his darker thoughts to simmer and stir… it’s one of those rare times where he wishes that Bokushi still existed within him

he eventually finds time to pay a visit to Fukuda Sōgō… to make nice… threats conversation

if you somehow figured out that he was going to do that, only when you convinced him is when he’ll decide to back down

but that’s only IF you figured out about how Akashi really felt about this…

#knb #knb headcanon #knb headcanons #knb x reader #knb x y/n #aomine daiki #aomine x reader #aomine daiki x reader #murasakibara atsushi #murasakibara x reader #murasakibara atsushi x reader #akashi seijuro #akashi x reader #akashi seijuro x reader #haizaki shougo #haizaki shogo #kuroko no basket #knb fic #knb fics

[theshinsun]

oh Kise?

oh worm??

Why I like them

I’m actually gaining a whole new appreciation for Kise these days; underneath the airy smiley surface he’s a really nuanced character, and every time I rewatch/reread KNB I notice something new about him. I love how his passion for basketball grew when he decided to devote himself to it, and how he’s inspired by Aomine and motivated by losing to Kuroko and Kagami, how he’s desperate to improve and play to the point of overwork and injuring himself, and still keeps going. He’s got a very satisfying arc when he learns to appreciate his team and respect his seniors, and I’ve learned to appreciate and respect him for it too.

Why I don’t

All that said... sometimes he can still be a little grating. He’s a little too superficial sometimes, especially dealing with his fangirls, and he seems to get the anime trope treatment disproportionately often compared to the other GoM. Much as his arc and motivations are well-written, I feel like they could be pushed just that little bit further to make him more compelling, but that’s honestly getting into nitpicks, he’s still a great character for what he ended up being.

Favorite episode (scene if movie)

This might not seem like a very important scene, compared to some of his others, but I just fuckin... love the restaurant scene after the first Seirin/Shuutoku game, where he sits at the same table as Kagami, Kuroko and Midorima, and talks about why they play basketball and how losing changes them. (Midorima looking at him and saying he’s changed “your eyes... they’re strange”, before realizing he’s actually gone back to how he was before the Teiko finals is... Important to me) 

Favorite season/movie

Season three Kise can GET it. The ultimate glo up, he’s so awesome in the game against Haizaki’s team, and rematch against Seirin; I love Kasamatsu being like “go give them a greeting” and he just squares tf up it’s so badass. Side-note -- he’s also one of the only characters the Last Game treated well, after being considered “the worst of the bunch” he totally earned his moment to be the best, most powerful member of the GoM for a little while.

Favorite line

That moment in the Seirin/Kaijo game when he gets off the bench despite his coach’s disagreements and goes back into the game, because “I love this team”. I cry every time. “I liked being Kise of Kaijo” is a close runner-up.

Favorite outfit

Okay all his model outfits slap, but hear me out... season one when he shows up at Seirin and goes one-on-one with Kagami, still in his suit pants and shirt and he still kicks ass... iconic.

OTP

Um... so KiKasa or KiKuro seem like obvious choices, and they do have some great development... but I’m actually weaker to KagaKise I think. I don’t know why there’s something about their dynamic, they’re just such friendly rivals (by season 3 at least) and seem to bring out some really good things in each other (and I love the concept of Kagami being able to get Kise to loosen up and be more human, see Two if by Sea by tormalyne) their relationship is just so interesting to me. KiKuro is also up there but I think KagaKise beats them out by a hair.

Brotp

MidoKise. I have seen the light. I could also see them work as a romantic pairing, but the way they play off each other and banter is the Actual Best no matter the context I love these guys.

Head Canon

Kise strikes me as like, the worst enabler in existence. I feel like he shrugs off serious topics and plays things off as no big deal all the time, and he just does whatever he can to minimize discomfort and drama, if it means avoiding difficult conversations, or placating people with material things to get them off his case. He lets a lot of things slide and turns a blind eye when there might actually be something wrong, and it’s not very healthy how he constantly dodges people’s efforts to help him.

Unpopular opinion

Not really an unpopular opinion as much as a lack of understanding, but I just don’t... get AoKise. I mean I get it, but I don’t Get it, you know? Like they’re alright, they’ve got history and some chemistry and you all know I ship Aomine w literally everyone, but I just... still can’t get myself to see it as anything more than a casual fwb deal, or at best an unrequited love. I don’t see the compelling star-crossed romance other people seem to see, I don’t know why. (If anyone wants to try to convert me, I’m all ears, I’m mostly just perplexed by the popularity of this ship). 

A wish

I sincerely wish Fujimaki had the balls to make Kise gay. Not as a device to set him up with people so my ships can be canon, far from it, I just think he’d be a much more compelling character if he was, and out of everyone in KNB (except maybe Mibuchi) he’s the one with the most pieces laid out. It’s right there, and it would add so much depth; having to put on a hetero performance for the sake of his modeling career, trying to differentiate between genuine admiration and attraction, worrying about not being accepted by the friends he’s been able to make if he were to come out... it’s just a shame we weren’t given that bc Fujimaki insists on having everyone but the caricatures be straight. 

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen

I think the worst thing that could happen to Kise is for him to get bored with basketball. Because that will mean there probably isn’t anything he can get into that he won’t tire of eventually, and it leaves the rest of his future looking pretty bleak. I don’t know how likely it is to happen, but at his rate of improvement he very well might face an Aomine-esque spiral one day, and that is... a troubling thought. 

5 words to best describe them

Bright. Flashy. Idyllic. Pursuant. Ravenous.  

My nickname for them

Golden Boy. I also tend to call him a labrador retriever in my head, which, if you know the parallels I draw between him and Mr Peanutbutter...

#that turned out long #kise ryouta #knb #answered #shin speaks #taigainside #turns out i have a lot to say about this boy #i should write him more often

[princesslocket]

🧜‍♀️ Haimizu Little Mermaid AU 🧜‍♀️

Here’s another long AU idea thing I came up with. If you read this I hope you like it <3

The AU mostly follows Mizukamiya. He’s just a simple mermaid(man) who watches soccer players along the shores of a secluded island front that’s just barely visible from his underwater home. Although he plays a similar sport underwater, he can’t help but wonder what it would be like to play soccer on land with…legs!

One day Mizukamiya encounters a half shark mercreature who unintentionally grants him legs?! ((The half-octopus had just stolen a potion from a shady backwater alleyway that would grant them one of their hearts deepest wish and was hurriedly trying to sneak away with it when they bumped into Mizukamiya, spilling it onto the mermaid and thus granting him his wish)). Since his ‘transformation’ had happened so suddenly Mizukamiya was rushed to the surface by the half-octopus where he was quickly dumped onto the sand. When he turned around to thank the half-shark all he saw was a pair of glaring brown eyes before said eyes dove back under the water.

For the rest of the day Mizukamiya worked on learning how to walk. It took a great amount of effort since he was only ever accustomed to swimming around in the water but over the course of the day he figured out to move without falling face forward every other step. Around the time the sun began to set he found a pair of tattered clothes to where along with a makeshift shelter to sleep under for the night! When morning came around Mizukamiya would wander the shore some more in search of food, seeing as he could no longer eat what he was usually given underwater… During his search he’d wind up finding a group of teens playing soccer?! ((Luckily he had wandered to the area where his home was located near)). When he approached the group they happily let him join in. Around lunch time they all shared mini sandwiches and even offered Mizukamiya some spare clothes, all to which he graciously accepts. Unfortunately the group is unable to go start any other match afterwards because they all leave when a certain gray-haired guy heads their way. Mizukamiya is the only one to stay because he really doesn’t have anywhere else to go and because he doesn’t want to be rude.

The two don’t really end up talking… Mizukamiya tries to start up little conversations here and there but the other guy pretty much ignores him as he picks up liter along the shorelines. ((Mizukamiya helps clean up too- Placing trash into the bag the gray-haired guy is holding but other than that, it’s the only interaction they have)). For the next few days this cycle repeats. Mizukamiya playing soccer with the teens who journey to where he’s at, eating borrowed lunches, and then cleaning up with the guy, who he later finds out is named Haizaki. By the end of his first week of having legs, Mizukamiya is wondering how and if he’ll ever be able to return to the water. ((He’s tried going back in but has failed to make his tail or water breathing reappear)). He’s kind of growing desperate- So one night he tries to swim as far down as he can to find that half shark but alas his body doesn’t allow him to stay under long and he almost starts drowning but thanks to Haizaki, he’s brought back to the surface where’s he’s then scolded by the other. And since he can’t explain himself he just sits there and takes it before quietly muttering “you wouldn’t understand.”

After the incident Haizaki stops showing up. The soccer players also stop coming around, however their soccer ball is still there so Mizukamiya plays around with it every now and then… He’s been on the surface for about 2 weeks and hasn’t tried to go back in the water. He’s kind of come to terms that he’ll never be able to go back but surprise, surprise, just when he least expects it the half-octopus suddenly appears in front of him one afternoon, with legs?! They offer Mizukamiya a potion that will reverse the effects of his wish and just as he’s about to take it, Haizaki stops him- A soccer ball rams right into the potion, knocking it into the sand- The half-octopus and Mizukamiya look to Haizaki with shocked expressions. Haizaki takes Mizukamiya away and later reveals some shocking information about the half-octopus. ((Spoiler- The half-octopus is a bad guy who was going to poison Mizukamiya for reasons unknown)). The two of them then hide out at Haizaki’s place for the night. They end up forming somewhat of a friendship as they bond over their love of soccer and so on.

The next day they head into town to meet a few of Haizaki’s friends ((Tsunami, Tachimukai, Okuno and Akane)) and while talking Mizukamiya learns how each of them where once apart mermaids too, well minus Haizaki and Tachimukai, but they all end up forming a plan to get back at the half-octopus. Because of yeah! The half-octopus actually hadn’t been back to the surface for years until Mizukamiya showed up. So… They use Mizukamiya as bait to lure the half-octopus to where they last encountered them and sure enough the half-octopus shows up. From there the teens capture them and demand to be turned back to their former selves. The half-octopus only laughs at them, telling them the way to turn back is if a sacrifice is made. Of course nobody believes them but since the half-octopus drinks a bottle of poison before they can stop them, they’re kind of stuck with being human. Mizukamiya goes to bed with a heavy heart that night.

A month goes by before Mizukamiya starts to feel better. He’s slowly come to terms that this is his new life—He lives in a studio apartment next door to Haizaki and has more or less adapted to the human life style thanks to Tsunami and Akane’s advise. He’s also become the captain of the local soccer club! ((It’s a different group of teens from the ones he had been playing with earlier in the story)). And lastly, he’s become practically best friends with Haizaki and the group! ((He’s even got a small crush on Haizaki too)).

One night, Haizaki invites him out for a barbeque on the beach along with the rest of their friends. When they arrive Mizukamiya’s finds both Tsunami and Akane swimming around in the water. At first glance nothing appears to be out of place but when he gets closer he finds that their legs have been replaced with tails?! Tachimukai is the one to awkwardly explain how they transformed back- through a kiss… Mizukamiya had sensed some romantic tension throughout the group but had never paid any mind to it… until now so when he catches Tsunami staring fondly at Tachimukai he forces himself to look away with a laugh, congratulating everyone. ((And possibly crying on the inside because he knew Haizaki didn’t feel the same way about him)). But oh wait- A hand grabs his own, guiding him away from their friends and towards a more secluded area. He doesn’t get a chance to say anything because Haizaki kisses him as soon as they’re out of sight. And just like that Mizukamiya’s legs are replaced with a tail! Haizaki has to carry him back after that ((all the while grumbling about how heavy Mizukamiya is)). But when they rejoin the group Mizukamiya is placed into the water. From there the group congratulates each other and eventually eat before Tachimukai, Okuno, and Haizaki all wave goodbye. Since he wasn’t expecting them to leave, Mizukamiya tries to get back onto the surface but is pulled back by Akane who, with tears in her eyes, tells him that they can’t be on land anymore. Tsunami tries to lighten the mood by telling them they’re friends will be back the following day, but deep down Mizukamiya knows they won’t…

Several weeks go by and Mizukamiya has adjusted back to his old lifestyle under water. He’s welcomed back home with open arms and a very teary-eyed mother. Tsunami and Akane have both returned to their families and regularly keep in touch with Mizukamiya but everything just feels so different now. Mizukamiya misses life on land, which in retrospect wasn’t all that bad considering how he now preferred living on land rather than in the ocean. Another few days pass and he’s greeted by Tsunami, Akane, and their parents, along with his own. They all journey back to the shoreline where they last saw Tachimukai, Okuno, and Haizaki. From there Mizukamiya is given a necklace that will grant him legs for as long as he wears it. ((Akane and Tsunami had received theirs earlier that morning)). His mom tells him to go live his life on land, having been fully aware of his changed attitude at returning to the ocean. Mizukamiya thanks her and joins his friends as they each put on their necklaces to return to the surface --- The shocked expressions their human friends have are priceless…

And that’s all folks! I had posted this in a WAY SHORTER summary on Twitter a while back but uhhh never finished it. I still kind of want to make this into an actual fic and fix it up some more but who knows if that’ll ever happen. For now I hope you enjoyed this AU as it is. Thank you so much for taking the time to read it too by the way!!!

#haimizu #inazuma eleven #haizaki ryouhei #mizukamiya seiryuu #elliot ember #acker reese #au #little mermaid au #I just thought this would be fun to write #tsunami jousuke #tachimukai yuuki #Miyano Akane #Okuno Hosomichi #btw the half-octopus in nonbinary #also the necklaces weren't easy to get #like the potion at the beginning they had to be #bought from a backwater alleyway #but all went well this time around #inazuma eleven ares #inazuma ares #inazuma eleven orion #inazuma orion #headcanon

[everyonedeservesamiracle]

Lay Down Your Shield

a one-shot character study of murasakibara focusing on his relationship with basketball and his friendship with kuroko

AN: thank you to 1Attaetion on Ao3

link to the fic on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30833963

this takes places in the same 'verse as "Exception," but since it takes place before "Exception" and is canon-compliant, you don't have to read that

any constructive criticism or feedback would be lovely!

AN: any dialogue in italics isn't originally mine and is from the crunchyroll subtitles of knb text in italics and bold means a text message

Winter Cup, January, the Generation of Miracle’s First Year of High School

Murasakibara couldn’t help the frown that crawled onto his face when Kiyoshi approached him with his stupid smile on his face. He looked away from him, glaring at the air as Kiyoshi said, “Let’s play again sometime!”

Angered by his words for some reason he could put a finger on, he directed his glare back at Kiyoshi instead. “What? No way,” he growled, undoing his hair from the ponytail he’d tied it in. “I’m quitting basketball.” He turned his glare away from Kiyoshi’s face as it fell, ignoring the pang of guilt in his chest when he thought of leaving Himuro behind. “I played until the end because Muro-chin was so desperate, but it wasn’t fun.” His tongue felt awkward in his mouth for some reason. He could feel Kuroko’s gaze on him from the other end of the court, but he ignored it. “It’s already a boring enough sport. There’s no reason to keep playing after I’ve lost.”

He turned away, heading for his bench, when Kiyoshi spoke up. He paused--not because he wanted to hear what Kiyoshi had to say! Mostly because he was pretty sure that Kiyoshi would follow him around to make him hear it. He was a persistent idiot. “I see. I guess it can’t be helped, then." He paused, but Murasakibara could feel that he wanted to say more. “If that’s how you really feel.” Murasakibara could hear the stupid smile in his voice, so he just walked away from Kiyoshi before Kiyoshi’s awful attitude made him do something stupid.

When he reached the bench, he grabbed his towel, throwing it over his head to hide his face. He could feel his eyes burn slightly, but he wasn’t sure why. Huh. Weird.

Himuro came over to him, still full of determination in that way Murasakibara could never understand. Himuro was never going to be talented like Murasakibara--or even Kagami. Why did he try so hard? “We’ll win next time, Atsushi!” He proclaimed proudly. He was sad, but his voice didn’t have the bitterness that Murasakibara could feel growing in his own chest.

“What?” Murasakibara couldn’t keep the anger out of his voice. “I told you, I’m quitting!”

“You sure?” Himuro asked, and Murasakibara hated him, just a little, for how gentle his voice sounded. “It doesn’t seem that way to me.”

Tears fell on his hand where he was trying to zip up his bag, and he realized, with a start, that he was crying. Huh? When did that--

Oh. The burning in his eyes. He screwed up his face, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to rip their way out of his chest.

Okamura’s hand landed on his head. “You’re just getting started. Keep at it!” he told Murasakibara, and Murasakibara wasn’t sure if that was a threat or a promise. He knocked Okamura’s hand off his head, shoving it away with a waving arm.

“You did well, guys.” He heard Coach Araki say to the team. “Let’s go home.”

“Yes ma’am!” The team replied in unison, Murasakibara excluded. When the team respectfully ignored the tears that continued to fall down his face as they headed for the locker room to get changed and when someone shared some sweet snacks with everyone in the locker room--well, he thought that they might not be such a bad group after all.

Even if they were stingy. One snack wasn’t nearly enough for him!

~

Kuroko couldn’t help the feeling of ecstasy that rolled through him every time he thought back to the match earlier that day. They’d won! Against Murasakibara! Against Yosen, the Shield of Aegis! They’d made it to the semi-finals! He honestly couldn’t believe it. It felt more like a dream than reality . . .

But as he watched Kaijo play against Fukuda Sougou, it became more and more real to him. Kise was down there, battling against Haizaki for the sake of Kise’s team. For the chance to face Seirin. It was enough to make him want to cry, though he refused to actually do so.

However, the more time that passed, the more he itched with the need to find Murasakibara. He’d never expected that Murasakibara could go into the Zone, and so it had completely blind-sided him when it happened. But it was a shred of proof, finally, that Murasakibara loved basketball!

Kuroko wanted to tell him--

Well, he didn’t know what he wanted to say. But he could figure it out on the way . . . hopefully, it would be some time before the words actually came out of his mouth. It would be quite embarrassing if he tried to speak but no words came out.

~

Kuroko was apprehensive of the outcome of Shuutoku and Rakuzan’s match. Shuutoku and Seirin had tied in their last official game. The two teams were relatively well-matched and had played many practice matches together over the summer. And to be honest, he knew Shuutoku on a personal level better than he knew almost any other team.

But he had no idea how Shuutoku (and, by extension, Seirin) would match up to Akashi and Rakuzan.

He was as hopeful as he was nervous.

When he started to head down to his seats with the rest of his team, he spotted Murasakibara and Himuro arriving out of the corner of his eye. He frowned, confused, wondering how Himuro could have possibly convinced Murasakibara to willingly come to watch the match, but quickly realized that he’d probably been bribed with junk food.

Kuroko grimaced at the thought of all the junk food Murasakibara constantly ate. Sure, Kuroko liked the occasional (dozen) vanilla shakes, but Murasakibara was just too excessive for him.

Impulsively, he decided to approach them.

When he was finally close enough, he reached up and tapped on Murasakibara’s shoulder, causing the other boy to jolt in shock. He looked around wildly for a moment before looking down and meeting Kuroko’s eyes. Murasakibara’s eyes narrowed. “Kuro-chin,” he said in acknowledgement.

“Hello Murasakibara-kun, Himuro-san.” He gave them both polite nods as Himuro jumped and then blinked at him in surprise.

Himuro smiled at him politely and warmly enough. Though Kuroko could see his slight bitterness (though it was well-hidden, he might add) towards one of the players that had defeated his team yesterday in his eyes. “Ah, hello! Have you come to talk to Atsushi?” When Kuroko nodded, Himuro responded quickly, cutting off the complaint Murasakibara had been about to voice. “The match won’t start for another few minutes. I’m sure you guys will be done by then, yes?” Himuro turned his smile on Murasakibara.

After a few seconds of wavering, Murasakibara crumbled. As he reluctantly followed Kuroko back towards the hallways and away from the overwhelming noise of the crowd around them, Kuroko couldn’t help but feel an amused smile slip over his lips. Himuro was a sneaky one. And probably a good influence on Murasakibara.

When he turned around, Murasakibara was eyeballing him with reluctance (and a bit of thinly-veiled hostility). “Whaddaya want, Kuro-chin?”

As Kuroko stood there, he realized that he didn’t know what he wanted from Murasakibara. And that as much as he disapproved of Muraskaibara’s attitude, he couldn’t help but feel so proud of the fact that he’d gone into the Zone. That he’d found a friend like Himuro.

But he couldn’t say any of that. Murasakibara would just walk away from such “sentimental garbage.” And so when he opened his mouth, he honestly wasn’t sure what would come out. Which was why he was as surprised as Murasakibara when what did come out was: “Himuro-san and Kagami-kun.”

Murasakibara stared at him like he didn’t know why Kuroko was saying something like this before grunting. “What about them?”

“I told Kagami-kun that he and Himuro-san could be rivals and brothers. That he should stop being an idiot.” Kuroko was surprised by the amused snort from Muraskaibara.

“Sounds like you,” he grumbled, and Kuroko decided to take that as a compliment.

“It’s something that I realized when I was playing Midorima-kun in the Tokyo Championship League. Aomine-kun and Kise-kun reminded me of it recently. That we were friends and rivals. Midorima-kun even gave Kagami-kun advice that helped him play better this summer. Without that advice, he likely would have won against us the second time. But he doesn’t seem to regret it at all. And after yesterday. . . Kise-kun will be my next opponent today. And yet, I rooted for him all throughout that match. I was proud when he won. And--”

“Is this going somewhere?” Murasakibara drawled lazily, and Kuroko narrowed his eyes at him.

“And Aomine-kun helped me learn how to shoot in a way suited for me.” Kuroko paused for a second, thinking over all the words that had just come tumbling out of his mouth. They were truer than he had realized. “Maybe wanting to have it all makes me selfish, however, I can’t help bu--” Kuroko shook his head, stopping that train of thought. “I suppose what I’m trying to say is--” Kuroko dug around in his pocket. “Put your new cell phone number in my phone,” he demanded, sticking his phone out to Murasakibara.

Murasakibara glared down at Kuroko, and Kuroko felt so silly. He didn’t know what he was doing here, there was no way Murasakibara would--

“Yeah, okay, Kuro-chin,” he said, taking the phone and plugging his number into the ‘new contact’ option. Kuroko stood there, staring in shock at nothing but air all the while. When Murasakibara plopped the phone back in his still-outstretched hand a minute later, he blinked, returning to reality. He looked up and met Murasakibara’s gaze just in time for his large hand to land on his head. Kuroko scowled at the hand patting his head, before watching, still in disbelief, as Murasakibara strode away back to Himuro.

“Good luck, Kuro-chin,” he called. “You’re going to need it,” he muttered.

~

The fact that Akashi was terrifying wasn’t new information.

Murasakibara had experienced that terror first-hand during their one-on-one in third year of middle school.

But the fact that he had won the match against Shuutoku by so much even after Midorima had improved immensely? That had made even Murasakibara shiver a little in his seat when he had seen the final score.

And now, watching him play against Kuroko and the rest of Seirin, Murasakibara wasn’t sure how to feel. He respected Akashi more than almost anyone he knew, and he couldn’t help but feel bitter towards Seirin, the team that had defeated him and his team. So why . . .

Why did he feel the urge to stand up and cheer Kuroko on too when the rest of their middle school teammates had chosen to scream their support?

Loyalty and laziness kept him trapped in his seat, but as the end of the match approached, he couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward in his seat, tracking the action occurring in the game below him with intent eyes. He felt his palms and his feet itch--like he wanted to move--and scowled, flopping back in his seat to be contrary.

Despite the fact that all of his team had come to watch the match, he was pretty sure only Himuro had noticed the way that (even if it was only for a few moments) he had felt the urge, the want, to play basketball too.

When the cards fell and all was said and done, Seirin stood victorious. Murasakibara felt a strange tinge of unwanted pride. He had lost to the victors of this tournament, and no one less.

As he watched Kuroko’s team tackle him in hugs, the tiny figures dancing across the big, empty court, he felt that itch to play again. And when he watched Akashi shake Kuroko’s hand (his other self was clearly there to stay), he felt a warmth in his chest that almost overwhelmed that itch.

So he scowled and ignored both feelings, reaching into his bag for another snack to eat. Wanting to play basketball and loving basketball the way that Kuroko did was stupid.

~

Later that night, as he lay awake and stared at the ceiling above him, Murasakibara couldn’t stop thinking. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way that all of his teammates, even Akashi, had been changed by their matches against Kuroko and his team. He couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with them!

(What was wrong with him, for not changing too.)

And he couldn’t stop thinking about what it was like to go into the Zone.

The way his focus had narrowed to him, tha players, the ball, and the court--as if nothing else mattered, as if the rest of the world had been drowned out . . . the way he felt like he’d been sinking down beneath the waves of the Zone had been . . . wonderful.

It had been wonderful for every moment that it had happened. It felt like the moment of euphoria that came when he took his first bite of something delicious, a feeling all the following bites could never capture as well as the first. And yet this version of that euphoria had been constant .

It felt like coming home.

And he hated himself for feeling that in the bone-deep way he felt it.

He knew that the other Miracles said you said to love basketball to go into the Zone--but that wasn’t true! It couldn’t be true . . . because he hated basketball.

He was quitting basketball!

He would just as soon as the season was over. After all, he didn’t want to let Himuro down.

But there was always a reason to keep playing, wasn’t there? At first he was just playing to join a club, any club! And then it was because he didn’t want to lose. Then it was because he was good at it. Because he didn’t want to let Akashi down. Because he didn’t want to fall behind all the rest of his teammates. Because he wanted to prove himself to be the best of them all, to beat Kuroko, to not let Himuro down--

There was always something.

But when this year was over . . . there was nothing.

There was no reason for him to keep playing, no reason for him to experience the Zone again.

He didn’t want to experience the Zone again--!

And yet he also did.

He wanted to play with Himuro next year.

He wanted to play against Kuroko, Akashi, and all his middle school teammates.

He wanted to go into the Zone again.

And he didn’t know why.

Groaning, Murasakibara threw an arm over his eyes, closing them and trying to block out the world. He heard his phone buzz. He threw out his other arm, groping around to find his phone. Squinting at the bright screen, he realized it was a text--

A text from Kuroko.

Did you come to the match today Murasakibara-kun?

Debating with himself for a few moments, Murasakibara shook his head at himself when he realized he wanted to reply.

yeah. congrats or whatever

He waited, tensely, for a reply.

Thank you. I was very proud of my team.

Murasakibara rolled his eyes at the response. “Typical Kuro-chin,” he grumbled to himself. But before he could tell Kuroko to leave him alone if that’s all he wanted to say, Kuroko sent another text.

Did you see that they were selling limited-edition sweets there today? I got some for you because I was not certain if you were there.

Murasakibara’s eyes gleamed. This. This was the reason he was friends with Kuroko.

And without realizing that he had started to think of Kuroko as a friend once more, he rapidly texted back, forgetting any reluctance and annoyance he’d previously had in a single moment.

Deep thoughts about annoying things could be saved for another time. Limited-edition sweets were far more important.

~

Kuroko's Birthday, January 31st, First Year of High School

Kuroko was thankful that Akashi had arranged a practice match between Rakuzan and Yosen in Tokyo yesterday, otherwise he doubted Murasakibara would have showed up at all. It was wonderful to see everyone again, but it was especially wonderful that they were all there for his birthday.

As they played match after match on the street court, he couldn’t help the small grin that he constantly wore on his face. He remembered playing in these various teams of three all the time in middle school, memories that were quite fond in the early days. While they had become tainted with the awful things that happened later on, it now felt like all the pain, anger, and guilt had been excised from those memories.

Kuroko was sure that the others had those memories too, but now all that was left was the enjoyment of the game that they all shared.

He could even see a smile on Murasakibara’s face as they played. Despite the complaints he muttered about them all being fanatics and the way he was constantly saying that he was exhausted from the practice matches between Rakuzan and Yosen the day before, he still kept playing until the rest of them decided to stop too.

After they took a group photo and Kuroko invited them all to the party that Kagami was hosting for his birthday, they all walked towards Kagami’s apartment. Momoi (he wasn’t sure he wanted to know why she knew everyone’s addresses) was leading the way with Akashi while Midorima, Kise, and Aomine argued. But Murasakibara was being quiet enough that he wasn’t dragged into their arguing (for once).

Kuroko fell back to walk next to him.

“Did you have a good day, Murasakibara-kun?”

Murasakibara jumped slightly, before giving him a bored look. “Ehh. It was annoying, but fine, I guess.”

Kuroko smiled, because (for Murasakibara) that was basically admitting that he’d had fun. “Are you excited to--”

“Don’t think that just because I went into the Zone you know how I feel,” Murasakibara snapped, cutting him off and clearly misunderstanding what his question had been about. Kuroko had been planning to ask if he was excited to eat, but well, they might as well have this conversation.

“I don’t know how you feel,” Kuroko agreed easily enough. And Murasakibara was surprised enough by this acknowledgement that he fell silent beside him. “I don’t know what the Zone is like, and I doubt I will ever know, no matter how much I love basketball. So I will only say to you what I have said many times before. And this time, I hope that you will actually hear me: Don’t squander the gifts you have been given. Please play your hardest, Murasakibara-kun.” Kuroko turned to look at Murasakibara as he walked, before nodding and speeding up to leave Murasakibara behind.

He had so much more he wanted to say. But somehow, he didn’t think Murasakibara was quite ready to talk about any of this. That’s why he was so surprised when Murasakibara said, quietly, “I’m not gonna quit my team.”

Kuroko’s pace stuttered with surprise, unsure if maybe he should slow back down to talk more or simply walk in silence. Or if Murasakibara would take that as Kuroko returning to say that he’d been right all along. So instead, he just murmured, “I’m glad,” and poked Aomine in the back to startle him.

He was easily swept up in his other friends’ conversation, but he kept an eye on Murasakibara all evening long. He tried not to be pleased about the fact that he was pretty sure that playing with them today had been a big part of Muraskibara’s reason for deciding to keep playing. But he failed, miserably.

Especially given the fact that he was watching all his friends celebrate his birthday with him, both on the court and off. In truth, he couldn’t stop smiling all day.

~

Vorpal Sword vs Jabberwock , Post-Interhigh, Second Year of High School

Getting benched with a hurt wrist in the middle of the game against Team Jabberwock sucked.

Because being able to play his hardest with a team that could keep up with him? Honestly, it was one of the best feelings Murasakibara had ever felt. And even if he had refused to admit it to anyone else aloud, he had finally become comfortable with the fact that he liked basketball at least a little after he had decided to keep playing basketball.

But even though he was missing out on playing, the feeling that came when their team won the game was . . .

Indescribable.

It made him want to play a thousand more games with the Miracles and Yosen and all of his friends.

~

It was one thing to hear that Kagami was leaving. It was another for Kagami to actually leave. Sitting outside the airport on a bench with his middle school teammates surrounding him, he watched the planes take off and rise through the sky, above the clouds. He knew that Kagami was in one of those planes . . . and he actually felt somewhat sad about it.

“Huh, he’s really gone,” Kise realized with a downcast look on his face.

“Now we’ll never play with him again,” Murasakibara frowned, pausing in rummaging around in his bag of chips. “Not that I care,” he added.

“That’s not true,” Midorima asserted, turning to look at him.

“Huh?” Muraskibara asked.

Aomine, glaring angrily at the road, grumbled. “I’m going to America.”

“What?” Kise asked. “To see Kagamicchi?”

“Of course not, idiot! I’m obviously going to play in the NBA.” Aomine declared loudly.

Kise jumped, turning to stare at him with surprise. “What? When?”

“I don’t know yet,” Aomine dismissed him, as if blustering could cover up the fact that he definitely didn’t actually have any concrete plans, “but I’m definitely going soon.”

Murasakibara decided to ignore them. They were both idiots anyway. At least Midorima was a little less stupid (and a lot more mean). “Mido-chin, what are you talking about?”

Midorima’s gaze had returned to the sky and planes above them. “I could ask you the same thing.  A slight smile curved over his face. “Aren’t we going to keep playing basketball?”

He looked back at the rest of them, but Murasakibara didn’t want to say “yes,” even if it was true.

“Midorima’s right,” Akashi spoke up, his hands elegantly folded together in his lap. “Kagami’s just playing somewhere else now.” He turned his whole face up to the heavens. “As long as we keep playing basketball, we’ll fight him again.”

See you again soon, Kagami, Murasakibara thought, strengthening his resolve and pushing any sadness he might have felt away. He reached for a handful of chips and turned his gaze at the planes overhead like the rest of his friends had.

When they met up with Seirin at the front of the airport to take the bus back together, it felt like it was on purpose that Kuroko chose to sit down in the seat next to him.

Aomine and Kise battled for Kuroko’s attention as much as they did anything else. Midorima’s scoldings just added more noise to the mess. Murasakibara decided that ignoring Midorima was his best bet to avoid being scolded by Akashi--a terrifying prospect. In truth, only Akashi’s iron-clad control over the worst of all of their behavior stopped them from being kicked-off the bus all together. Seirin was surprisingly noisy too, but Murasakibara supposed that made sense. Kuroko wouldn’t know what to do with a peaceful, calm team.

He and Kuroko sat together for most of the ride, not often interacting with each other given all the chaos that was around them. When they finally got close to their stop, he offered some of his sugary snacks to Kuroko. Kuroko took a vanilla wafer with a small smile.

Staring directly at the seat in front of him as he spoke, Murasakibara finally said. “I like playing basketball.”

It was something he wasn’t sure he’d admit to anyone else in the world besides Kuroko--except probably Himuro and maybe Akashi.

Kuroko simply said: “I know.”

He scowled. “Ugh, you’re so self-righteous, Kuro-chin. I still don’t think that liking basketball makes me, or anyone else, a better player or anything!”

“I know.” Kuroko didn’t push the point, like Murasakibara had feared he would.

So he heaved a sigh and changed the subject. “I wish you’d just shut up sometimes.”

“I know,” Kuroko said, but he was smiling.

Murasakibara couldn’t stop the smile that was growing on his own face, thankful that Kuroko wasn’t making a big deal out of this. He was simply letting this moment happen between just them, without the scrutiny of their ex-teammates or Kuroko’s current teammates.

This time, when he felt that warmth in his chest he associated with friendship, that itch in his soul to play, he chose to smile instead of frown.

For once, he chose to lay down his shield, his walls, and let those feelings in.

He wanted to play. He loved to play. And he wouldn’t have it any other way. After all, he may have to say goodbye to friends over the years, but one thing he wanted to hold on tight to was basketball. As long as he kept playing, he would see friends he’d thought were long gone, friends like Kuroko, again.

And that was why he would never stop playing basketball.

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Hii! Can I have a scenario where Hara, Aomine , Nash and Haizaki (separate) try hitting on their s/o anywhere that they could possibly find her and at first she thinks they're just bad boys who want to do it for fun but after a while she realises that they really love her? And then they get together :)

So I’m gonna make the ‘s/o’ their crush, because that seems to make more sense with this particular scenario. And I’m hoping this is as good as my other ones, because it took me forever to think of how to write this! I hope you don’t mind how I write it!

Aomine: “You should really come over sometime _____... I can  show you more than just my arms.”

You turn from your book, looking at him with a bored expression, before returning your attention to your studies.. Why you agreed to tutor Aomine when he showed no interest in studying was beyond you. 

“You keep saying the same thing, Aomine-kun... but that’s not going to change my mind. Go use that line on some other girl.”

He snorts, leaning across the table until your inches apart. 

“Don’t deny it ____... you’re interested in me... You just don’t know it yet.”

You only roll your eyes, flicking his forehead before going back to ignoring him.. He just wouldn’t quit, now would he?

///

For several weeks, Aomine continued to chase you, ignoring the glances from several of the females in the class.. When he became popular, you don’t know, but you never cared for it. It wasn’t until a girl from another class came in, strutting herself until she was in front of Aomine, you felt something... 

“Go out with me Aomine.”

He leans back in his chair, a bored expression on his face. He studies her for several moments, before looking away, a frown on his lips.

“Sorry... Not interested... I already have a girlfriend.”

You should’ve been happy to hear that, but instead, you felt tears well up in your eyes. Hastily wiping them away, you kept your attention away from him, completely unaware of the knowing smirk on his lips.

///

“Go out with me _____.”

Anger welled in your belly, and you turned to look at him, trying to bite back the  bile in your throat.

“You’re disgusting.”

He blinked, eyes slightly wide at your words, but before he could say anything, you continued.

“You have a girlfriend, Aomine-kun.. And yet you continue to flirt with me! How would she feel if she found out?”

He scratches his head, a frown on his lips, “Well... Judging by your reaction, I’d say she’s pissed and thinks I’m cheating...?”

You blink, looking at him with wide eyes... w...what?

“Y....You mean...?”

He snorts, before pulling you into a hug, “Yes, _____. The ‘girlfriend’ i’m referring to, is you. And i only said that because I knew she was trying to make you jealous... I’ve seen how she treats you despite you not paying attention...” his eyes soften, “Do you get it now _____? The only girl I’ll ever have interest in, is you.”

You bite the bottom of your lip, but before you can say anything else, he’s kissing you softly, and you finally succumb to his advances. You were tired of denying yourself anyway, and he deserved a chance after dealing with that stupid fan of his.

Haizaki: “Hah? What’s this? Got yourself into trouble again, ____-chan?”

You glare, looking over at the person who dared utter your name like that... In front of you, another man, who was a year older, tried to force you into going on a date, and you were kindly telling him to leave.

“S...Shut up, Haizaki! It doesn’t concern you!”

His grey hues darkened, and he ignored your stare to look at the other male, cracking his knuckles.

“You picked on the wrong girl there...” he utters, walking dangerously closer to the two of you. But before you could say anything else, he was already attacking him, and you were left dazed..

Why in the world would Haizaki care if another man was trying to get you? He’s always flirting with every other girl on campus.... Hell, every girl in existence.. So why....?

When you blink, you look at him, noticing his knuckle was a little bloodied, but he didn’t care. His gaze was directed at you, a frown on his lips. He bends down, without warning, and picks you up in his arms, trudging down the streets despite your protests.. 

“Stop moving, _____-chan! I’ll drop you on your ass!”

“I don’t care!! Why would you even bother to carry me, Haizaki?! You don’t care about me!”

He stops abruptly, turning his cold gaze to you, watching you with a controlled expression. His fingers grab your head roughly, and he yanks you into a searing and bruising kiss, leaving you completely dumbfounded and blushing. But despite that, you find your body responding, though he pulls back before you can try to deepen the kiss...

“Does it look like I don’t give a fuck?” he whispers harshly in your ear, biting the lobe, “I don’t go beating up people for just anyone ____-chan... So whether you believe me or not, I don’t care. But know this.” he stops, cupping your chin and staring right into your eyes,

“You’re the only girl I want and I don’t care what I have to do to get you.”

Hara: “Red suits you, ____-chan... Maybe you should show me more?”

You blush, trying not to let Hara’s teasing bother you. Since the school year began, he’s been doing nothing but harassing you when he’s not busy with the basketball team. Despite that, you seem to be a primary target, and it made you slightly irritated.

“How about I show you my fist? Maybe then you’ll leave me alone!”

“Ohh... Feisty..!” he chuckles, blowing another bubble, “I like feisty women..”

You snort, running a hand through your hair as you begin to gather your things.

“If that’s the case, go bug someone else... I don’t have time for you.”

He rolls his eyes, arms crossed and eyes on the window. “You really think I’m going to let you walk home alone? This late?”

You halt, turning your attention to him, noticing the unusual frown on his lips.. Well.. he did just finish practice.. and it was later than normal... But... 

“You waited for me?”

He rolls his eyes, though you can’t see it, and sighs, scratching his head, “Well i had thought about it, but since you’re taking so long, I may as well just - “

You grabbed his arm, nearly tripping over your feet as you bit your lip.. Why you felt the need to stop him, despite his constant teasing, was beyond you... But still... You wanted to spend a little extra time with him...

“Please wait... I... I’ll do whatever you want, Hara-kun... Just..”

“You owe me a date.”

You blink, looking up at him with confused eyes.. Eh?

“A.... A date??”

He grins, gently tugging on your hair. “That’s right... Since I’m walking you home, you have to go on a date with me this Saturday... No negotiations.”

You look away, trying not to notice the smirk on his lips or the way he seems to be teasing you again...

“...F...Fine....”

Nash: “Oh? What do we have here?”

You nearly jump out of your seat when Nash joins you on the bus, sliding into the seat next to you. A few other men had been harassing you, and with the use of your headphones, you’d done a pretty good job of ignoring them..

Until they stole your phone.

Now, Nash was there, holding YOUR phone in HIS hand, after shoving the leader away and getting him removed from the bus for disturbing the passengers.. At least one problem was solved..

Now you have another one...

You watched the blonde, eyeing him nervously as he keeps his attention forward. You were wondering what he wanted, why he would go through those lengths to not only retrieve your phone, but get those men kicked off...

A light sting elicits a gasp from your throat, and you turn your gaze, to see Nash gently biting your neck. His eyes meet yours, deadly and ready to fight, but you just swallow, biting your bottom lip to keep from mewling. He withdraws, eyeing the mark with a smirk, before wrapping an arm around you, placing your phone in your hand.

“You should really be careful ____-chan... A pretty girl like you can be seriously harmed..”

You look at him, a blush on your cheeks before you huff, grasping your phone and look out the window, trying not to focus on the heat of his body. That encounter made you exhausted, and as much as you wanted to fall asleep, you never trusted doing so on a bus.

His hand pushes your head against his shoulder, and he lightly kisses your forehead, though keeps his voice low.

“Sleep  now ____-chan... You can hit me or ignore me later.. .But I’ll make sure you get home safely...”

And without another word, you did just that. And true to his word, Nash always accompanied you home, every day, without complaint. Though he did send you the occasional jab back.. And although you weren’t sure if you and Nash were... an item... or couple... a small part of you knew you were, because there’s no way in hell Nash would be so friendly towards someone he didn’t care about.

#loveaominedaiki #knb imagines #knb scenarios #aomine daiki #haizaki shougo #hara kazuya #nash gold jr #flirting #some violence

[kumikoshortcake]

Same anon here who asked the Himuro+Haizaki and little sister scenarios! Could you maybe do another one please~? :-) using the same characters, but this time their sister (still reader) wants to bake but they're still very young and inexperienced in the kitchen so the boys help them but it still ends up in a tragic mess in the kitchen. XD Sorry the scenarios you wrote are just too cute that I had to ask for another one! And I adore big bro / little sis relationships! Thanks so much!! ^_^

Hello there anon! First of all, I am EXTREMELY SORRY that I’m answering this so late! I was really busy these past few days, but my days are more flexible now so I’ll be on Tumblr a lot more I promise! Secondly, I’m flattered that you liked my scenarios, thank you, you are such a sweetheart! You are so precious and kind and I definitely don’t mind doing another scenario for you! This request is absolutely ADORABLE like oh my god I had so much fun writing this *hugs you tightly while internally fangirling*. Thank you for requesting this, I need this in my life. Because of you, I’ve grown to love little sister/big brother relationships! This is the last request in my askbox, so if you guys have a scenario/headcanon, something else or just want to talk, don’t be shy and send it in, I don’t bite! 

Himuro

“Onii-chan, can you help me bake a cake?” you ask, an expectant look in your eyes. Chuckling at your cuteness, he merely questions, “Why do you need to bake a cake?” You pout, explaining your predicament, “It’s my friend’s birthday tomorrow and she really likes cake. I want to bake her one as a present. Pretty please?” Clasping your hands together under your chin, you give Himuro your biggest puppy eyes, radiating innocence and hopefulness.

“Well I definitely can’t say no to that face. Now that I think about it, we haven’t really spend that much time together…alright. First, we need to gather all the ingredients,” he states while grabbing a few things off the kitchen shelf. After you finish helping him he continues, “Next, we have to mix flour, eggs, sugar and butter.” You watch in amazement as Himuro deftly blends the ingredients into a creamy, liquid batter.

As he finishes mixing the batter, you walk towards the sink to wash your hands. Well at least you attempted to. Not noticing the bag of flour in your path, you stumble. Right into Himuro. Before he knew it, there was batter all over him.

Your eyes slighty water in despair, “I’m so sorry Onii-chan. I didn’t mean to I swear!” Laughing lightly as batter drips off his figure, Himuro comments, “Well Name-chan, I’ve been told that I’m dripping with good looks but I don’t know if this is what they meant. This is a rather new experience for me. I think you should try it too.” Tilting your head in confusion at his last statement, Himuro’s eyes shine with mirth as he throws some of the batter on you.

Of course, your child-like self automatically retaliates. Before you knew it, the kitchen looked like a battlefield. Cake batter was everywhere - the sink, the countertops, the floor, and the two of you. Realizing your current situation, you pout, “Awww, now I can’t make my friend’s birthday cake…Why am I going to do now…” Little tears pool in your eyes. Himuro’s eyes slightly widen, “Don’t worry Name-chan. Why don’t we buy a nice one from the nearby bakery? I’m sure she’ll appreciate just as much.”

“Really?” you question. Smiling his million-watt smile, he nods. “But first,” he starts, “we need to shower. I don’t think the bakers will be very pleased if we track batter in their shop…” Giggling in response, you jump on Himuro’s back. “Okay! Onii-chan, piggyback ride!” Himuro just looks at you fondly. You’re childishness is just so freakin adorable. “Name-chan I love you very much.” You tighten your arms around his neck as his grips you under your thighs, “I love you too, onii-chan. You’re the best big brother in the entire universe!”

Haizaki

Your mouth waters at the scrumptious-looking cake on the TV. Suddenly craving something sweet, you decide that you are going to bake that cake cause it’s looks sooo freakin good. “Onii-san!” you call out. He lazily replies, “Ahh, what do you want?” You pointedly look at the cake on the TV and he merely raises an eyebrow as if asking if you’re serious. Sighing, you turn away. “It looks really good and I wanted to bake it with you, but if you don’t want to…then…” you silently pout, a look of utter defeat plastered on your face. Haizaki feels guilt gnaw at his heart, not that he’d ever admit it. Your expression was so despondent and forlorn that he couldn’t help but give in. Sighing once more, he heads to the kitchen, a silent action of submission. Internally cheering, you follow him.

You don’t know how it happened exactly. One minute, you’re mixing the batter while your brother is making the icing, the next, there’s powdered sugar all over you. You turn and glare at the culprit, as the white substance coats your figure. “Hehehe, sorry about that.” is all you receive as an explanation. A little annoyed, you grab a nearby bowl, which happens to be filled with milk and vanilla. Evilly grinning, you promptly dump it over him, your normally happy and sweet face now adorning a smirk, eyes glinting in triumph.

Haizaki’s face contorts from a smug smile into one of shock and surprise as he asks, astonished. “You did not just do that.” You revert your expression back to one of innocence and question, “Do what, onii-san?” The way you called him had a teasing lilt to it, as if you’re mocking him. Lovingly of course. An all-out war occurs in the kitchen as ingredients are thrown everywhere. At the end of the catastrophe, you look at yourself to find egg yolk and flour in your hair, sugar and butter all over your clothes, and what you think is icing on your face. Haizaki isn’t much better off. Coming to the conclusion that you’ll never get to bake anything like what you saw on TV, you settle for some chocolate as you trudge upstairs to shower, not realizing the mess you’re leaving behind.

#kuroko no basket #himuro #himuro tatsuya #haizaki #haizaki shougo #fluff #darling anon #oh my god #this is so freakin cute #i would totally be their little sister

[unenuitetoilee]

inner fire / akakaga / ao3

a flame of recca AU; or, kagami taiga and the perils of kanji-based magic

( this will make more sense if you’ve seen/read FoR, but anyway - the akakaga tag is dead and i want it to be alive :( )

“Again,” Akashi says. “Your form is atrocious.”

“Fuck that,” Kagami replies. Two seconds later he’s face-first in the sand, the searing pain on his side another reminder that none of these assholes are going to give him any rest. He can see Akashi standing dangerously close, peering down at him. “I mean, you’re here. That means I did it correctly, didn’t I?”

Then he yelps, feeling the point of a foot dig hard into his injured side. Akashi folds his arms delicately as he speaks. “As disappointed as I am in your penmanship, Kagami Taiga, yes, I am here. However, do not think for one moment that I do not detest being summoned like that. And as a matter of fact—”

“I haven’t been able to get Murasakibara to come out,” Kagami mutters, pushing Akashi’s foot away as he manages to stand up again. It’s stupid that even when he’s towering over Akashi that he still feels looked down upon. At the very least, it seems his admittance of the fact has softened the withering look on the other’s face just a bit. “I know, I know. Just…let me try again.”

“Very well.”

This time Kagami reacts in time to dodge the attack, which narrowly singes a few hairs. He curses and jumps back, his right hand already going through motions. Fire swirls blue in the palm of his hand, taking form into the shape of a sword. Oi, Bakagami, why the hell are you calling me?

“Only because your name is easier to write,” Akashi replies to Aomine’s internal complaint, then rushes forward, meeting the sword with his bare arm. Of course he would do that, it isn’t like Akashi’s gonna die. Kagami grunts and pushes back, but out of the corner of his eye he sees Akashi’s other arm coming towards him. “Focus, Taiga.”

“Oh hell no—“

He swings around to block the flames, but Akashi jabs at his shoulder painfully, and he loses his balance. At the last moment he stabs the sword into the sand, then twists away just as Akashi’s flames hit where he’d just stood seconds ago.

Hey, that hurts!

Shut up and just help me, Ahomine.

“If you only know how to dodge,” Akashi says, somehow appearing right above him, “It will only be a matter of time for your brother to kill you. You do know that, right?”

“Of course I fucking—“

Then Kagami sees Akashi’s left eye glow golden, and he gulps.

Did you have to open your big mouth, he can hear Aomine grumble. Jesus, Murasakibara, just get out there already!

A petulant whisper answers in the back of his mind. Don’t wanna.

“Oi, if I die, all of you die,” Kagami growls, suddenly flicking his sword upwards, stabbing at the space between them. Akashi is forced to back away, but Kagami knows he’s not done yet. The glint in his eye can only mean one attack is coming.

Focus.

This time, Kagami thinks about a shield as he traces Murasakibara’s name in the air, the strokes coming back to him like the first time he managed to drag the lumbering giant out of the seal on his arm. Reluctant as Murasakibara always is to fight, at least he isn’t on Haizaki’s level of difficulty in controlling.

This time, it works.

Tch, annoying.

A spark of purple appears before his eyes, and then the barrier spreads before him, shooting upwards just as Akashi swings down his hand. The shifting sands part beneath their feet in a whirl as the beam of golden flame cuts across the air to meet the flames of the barrier. The ensuing impact throws Kagami backwards, and he grits his teeth as he feels the sand rub against his wounds. Still, as he looks up, he sees the barrier has held.

“Much better,” he can hear Akashi say, though he cannot see anything but dust.

“I hate all of you,” Kagami says, mostly truthful.

Even knowing the fact that Akashi hadn’t really been trying kill him—…probably—Kagami can’t help but wonder if he’s got some other reason to be here. He washes his face in the shitty communal bathroom and cleans up, glad there’s nobody else here—the rest of his team had gone out to the training grounds earlier. Just as well—he’s the only one able to access the spirits’ mind-portal after all. And…

Akashi is waiting for him outside, handing him a towel as he comes out; he mutters a thanks before proceeding to throw it around his neck. They walk down the hallway together, neither saying a word.

Kagami feels his entire body ache, the burn on his side still throbbing distinctly. He sneaks a peek at Akashi, whose smooth skin carries no visible wounds, no traces of cuts or burns or bruises. “I was wondering…”

“A scarce occurrence.”

“Hey!” Then, after a beat, “Why are you the only one who can appear like this?”

“Hm?”

“The others, they can’t, you know…” Kagami waves a hand around. Even with the other flame spirits becoming a part of his daily life, Akashi’s existence is still beyond his understanding, even with all the other theoretically physically impossible things happening around him. “Exist in the human world. Or whatever. It’s like they’re haunting my brain or something.”

Akashi gives him a mildly exasperated look as he pushes open the door to Kagami’s room. “I doubt your brain is an object anyone would find desirable to haunt, Taiga.”

“…So do you just appear to laugh at me, or.”

“I choose to appear because I want to make sure you fulfill your task, Kagami Taiga,” Akashi says, with some sort of finality that Kagami does pick up on this time, and so he closes his mouth. “Considering we are bound to you and would disappear should you die from unforeseen circumstances—“

“You mean Tatsuya.”

“Exactly.”

Kagami sits on his bed. Akashi does not sit; he has one hand on the chair near the window, looking outside at the grounds below. Undoubtedly thinking too long and too hard about something Kagami cannot and cannot bother to understand. Still, the sunlight on his face, the shadows on the ground where he stands, makes for a reminder that despite his (annoying) nature Akashi is corporeal and not just a figment of his imagination. All of this had happened so fast that Kagami still wakes up every day half-expecting to be on a hospital bed from a lengthy coma.

But he is here instead, fighting for his life, and for answers. “There’s something different about you.”

Akashi doesn’t answer, but turns his attention from the window to him. This just makes Kagami more nervous, although now that he’s blurted out whatever’s on his mind (again!), there is simply no way to take it back.

(He wonders if—if he presses his thumb to the scarlet character etched upon his forearm, if Akashi would feel the call like the others do, but Kagami has never tried with him. Outside of battle Akashi comes and goes as he pleases, always.)

“Alex told me about ghosts once,” he continues. It’s partially true, though that particular conversation had arisen from pretty much the same confusion he’s currently experiencing. He has an inkling Akashi knows where this is going, such is that Kagami can see a shadow come over his face. “The more regrets they have in life, the more of them that stay behind. Something like that.”

He is met with silence. Kagami doesn’t dare look up (had he said something wrong again? It wouldn’t be the last time, honestly) for a few moments, but then he feels Akashi sit down next to him.

(Is that a sigh Kagami hears? Is he after all this time just a living, breathing human being masquerading as something else?)

“I will not explain it in detail,” Akashi says, his words chosen carefully, diplomatically, and Kagami feels his insides twist. “Because it does not concern your upcoming battle. Should you survive that encounter, I suppose it shouldn’t hurt to disclose the reason for my being here.”

“Are you telling me I’m not strong enough to know?”

Perhaps sensing the rising belligerence in his tone, Akashi jabs him in the shoulder, just above where his tattoos begin. “You are simply not ready.”

“Stop being cryptic,” Kagami grumbles, massaging his shoulder. But really, what had he been expecting? It’s not like any of them to speak so openly about their existences. Even Kise had quickly changed the subject after a so like, are you guys still gonna hang around after I win this tournament? that’d slipped out of Kagami’s mouth a few weeks back. Maybe it’s too complicated for a mere mortal like him to understand, but… “Fine. You better tell me after this is all over.”

Akashi gives him a sidelong glance. “Yes.”

Well. Lying down on the bed, Kagami looks to the ceiling, at the fine cracks running across it. “You don’t think I’ll win?”

“I never said that.”

Kagami continues to stare at the ceiling, feeling the coolness of the ring on his skin. He thinks about the first time he met Tatsuya—the first time after all those years—and the old scar on his cheek, the one that had set everything in motion. Had the spirits already been watching since then? “You said unforeseen circumstances. Can’t you see the future, or something?”

He does not expect Akashi to lean in as well, so when he does so Kagami freezes mid-yawn. But the expression on Akashi’s face is neutral for once. “You really don’t understand, do you?”

“What?”

“To make it clear,” Akashi says, slipping a finger around his chain and yanking him upwards, until they’re seeing eye to eye. If ghosts were smoke and mirrors, Kagami can definitely feel the heat radiating off Akashi’s skin, smell the fire and brimstone in the air. Though this isn’t the first time Akashi has so definitively invaded his private space, he can’t help but notice how close their faces are. “You are not dying on me.”

“Is that,” Kagami replies, trying to wriggle out of the enclosed space; he fails. “Supposed to be followed up with I’m the only one who’s allowed to kill you, or something.”

The pressure on his neck lessens as Akashi pulls away. “A technical impossibility.”

“I could’ve died today.”

“But you didn’t.” Akashi traces a finger down Kagami’s chin, lifting it so Kagami is again looking up at him. The view, Kagami decides, isn’t too bad when Akashi isn’t actively trying to break every bone in his body. “Get some rest.”

“Hah?”

“You have an hour. When you wake up, finish the penmanship assignments on your desk.” He slips off the bed, legs bumping against Kagami’s when he does so. “We will continue training after dinner.”

“Oh,” Kagami says, touching his chin with his own hand. “Hey, where are you going?”

“Taiga, go to sleep.”

“Okay, okay…”

Akashi stops halfway through opening the door, hanging back. Even from this distance Kagami can still feel the residual tension in the air; mostly his fault, he supposes, but it does not stop him from hoping. “Though, in case you need me…”

“Yeah?”

Kagami feels the burn on his forearm, but this time he does not need to look to know what it is. He can also undeniably feel the heat on his face. “Oh. I…yeah, got it.”

The door closes.

(It had been faint, but had Akashi been smiling? He must’ve imagined that, surely.)

As he lays down on the bed once more, Kagami can hear someone sigh at the back of his mind. Oh, Kagamicchi, this is painful to watch—

“Shut up, Kise,” he murmurs out loud, burying his head in a pillow. So much for getting any rest. The snickers he hears tell him he’s still a long, long way from solving this newly arisen complication in his life.

#kagami taiga #akashi seijuurou #akakaga #kagaaka #? #knb #eliska writes #knb fic

[zevakritpel]

✺◟( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)◞✺ at long last....kihaikise.... not even close to finished, but if anyone is interested in reading the start of my (somewhat violent, definitely swear-y) mafia/loan shark au haiki/kihai (subtle hints of nijihimu???!?!) .....here is what i imagine to be part 1/3 of .....chapter 1. orz. i have the rest mostly written out but. i thought i might as well post this and see if anyone actually wants to read more (´༎ຶ ͜ʖ ༎ຶ `) 

Haizaki Shougo prefers to adopt an "I do whatever the fuck I want, whenever the fuck I want" sort of attitude to life. Whether it's money, women, bloodshed, booze... anything Haizaki desires, he simply takes. Like this, the notoriously ill-mannered--albeit troubled-- young debt collector runs the high of fucking, drinking, gambling, senseless destruction, bullying debt-wrought businessmen out of their money...and all without consequence. And it's fucking great.

Or at least it should be. But lately...

Nothing is satisfying anymore.

Haizaki clicks his tongue impatiently--this is stupid. He's not seriously about to dwell on this pointless shit, alright?

He tilts his chair back so that it balances precariously on only two legs, then props his feet up on Nijimura's office desk. He kicks same papers off the desk top in the process; (obviously), it does not even occur to him to pick them up.

Bored, Haizaki lolls his head back and glances over at his "coworker", Himuro Tatsuya, who's been sitting in the corner for the past half hour: the hood of his black sweater over his bowed head, wordlessly staring at his phone. ...oh shit, he actually might be be asleep; it's hard to tell, since the guy barely ever moves his facial muscles.

Tch. What a dull plaything.

Haizaki rocks back even farther in his unstable chair, absently fiddling with the rings on his fingers.

He considers riling up Tatsuya, but that seems like it would take too much effort: despite his short fuse and violent streak, it's pretty difficult to get him to break his expressionless doll-face. No, these days Nijimura would need to get involved. And he's not even here--

BAM.

Nevermind. Speak of the devil...the actual devil...

"WHERE!!!"

Nijimura snaps, making a characteristically violent entrance as he kicks open his poor, poor office door, slamming it hard enough into the wall to rattle the office desk from force of impact. The remaining papers flutter off the top, onto the floor.

"WHERE THE FUCK is that bastard Hara?! He's a week overdue with his payments, at this rate I'll be pulling the interest out of his goddamn asshole."

The formidable loan shark  Nijimura "bossman" Shuzo appears to be a touch more...stressed than usual. His thin shades have slipped down the bridge of his nose, revealing a pair of underslept, bloodshot eyes; his normally slicked-back black hair hangs limply over his forehead.  All-nighter?

Unfazed by his boss's rage, Haizaki raises a hand up lazily in greeting, grinning slightly as he brings his other hand up to his mouth. He flicks his tongue just above the silver band around his thumb.

"What, ya didn't hear? That Hara fuck killed himself just last night." Not entirely true, but he's been dying to push someone's buttons. Even at the cost of his own well-being.

"He what."

Before Haizaki can milk this reaction, Tatsuya (so he was awake, the trick bitch!), cuts in with a cool monotone (ever the killjoy):

"Police report says a body matching Hara's description was found in Tokyo Bay early this morning. Riddled with bullets... And his hands cut off."

Nijimura removes his sunglasses and slides his steel grey eyes back to Haizaki, staring at his subordinate with a look completely void of patience.

"Accomplished all that by himself, did he?"

Haizaki shrugs.

"What? You already knew that fucking idiot was tryin' to fuck over Akashi, of all people. Pretty much suicide, right."

"Not how that works" Nijimura hisses, pressing his fingers against his temples. He steps over the mess of papers scattered on the floor as he walks closer to Haizaki's chair.

"Uhhh, I think you'll find that's exactly how it work-AH FUCK."

Haizaki finds himself very painfully reminded of why he shouldn't bother pissing Nijimura off too much, especially not when bossman is within kicking distance of his chair. He lies there, on the floor, for a few seconds, seriously reflecting for once.

"Whatever," Nijimura exhales, looking much calmer than before; keeping Haizaki's uncouth ass in line is cathartic, it would seem. The loan shark adjusts the cuffs of his mauve button down shirt and puts his sunglasses back over his face.

"Since that shithead actually had the audacity to get killed off by those yakuza pricks before paying his dues, so help me God I will reach into the pits of hell and get back every single yen owed me." Nijimura reaches down and grabs Haizaki by the cuff of his bomber jacket, forcefully pulling him back up to his feet.

"But first, you and I are going to his apartment before it's crawling with pigs...Tatsuya,"

Nijimura's manner of speaking abruptly becomes much gentler.

"You're okay here on your own? All the other guys are out, so you're the only one I can ask."

Himuro smiles demurely and nods yes in response. Oh for the love of-

"What the fuck, why does the wife get to stay behind? Typical." Haizaki complains, earning himself a smack in the back of the already-possibly-concussed head.

"Owww, fine, fine okay fuck I get it. Let's go see if Hara has a secret lovechild we can extort or whatever."

As he follows Nijimura out the door, Haizaki feels the need to disturb a juuuust one more shit, you know, for the road:

He makes a detour to the "doll"'s side of the room and throws an arm around Himuro's shoulders. As expected, Tatsuya reacts violently, but before he can get a punch in, Haizaki swiftly slides a hand down and pulls out a cigarette from the pack tucked in Tatsuya's pants' pocket, then steps back to safety.

Himuro turns his head and glares at Haizaki with his unobscured right eye. Haizaki winks as he skips back, towards the exit, slipping the stolen smoke between his lips.

"See ya later, ane-san" he salutes with two fingers.

Himuro sees him off with a stoically raised middle finger.

Outside, the sky is grey. A gentle breeze blows the taste of pollution through the air. Haizaki throws his arms up to stretch them, somewhat rejuvenated by Tatsuya's vehemence. Still, he can't seem to shake this deep restlessness curdling under his skin....

"Oi, Haizaki," Nijimura calls out, shoving his hands in his coat pockets and rummaging for his car keys.

"Don't antagonize him so much."

"....haha do you really need to be so overprotective? Gross."

Nijimura purses his lips, unlocking the door to his large silver sedan. Time to get going.

***

"Oi, oi, oi, what the fuck is this?!"

Nijimura slams his foot on the breaks of his car, and the subsequent inertia from this sudden move results in Haizaki's entire body jerking towards the windshield. Before Haizaki can open his mouth to complain, he finds his boss has already flown out of the vehicle, bee-lining towards whatever he meant by 'this'.

Disgruntled, Haizaki rubs the back of his neck, craning his head to the side to test for any damage. Today's injuries are really piling up, and it's not even noon yet. He squints out the car window to see for himself what 'this' is:

There, standing by the entrance to Hara's sketchy-ass apartment complex, are two sharply-dressed individuals. To the left, turning to greet the fast-approaching Nijimura, is that... pink Momoi Satsuki woman, the one with the huge tits and dirt on pretty much everyone in the damn city. She's wearing a white blouse today, and her rosy hair is pulled up in a sleek bun today, revealing a sliver of tattoo that reaches all the way up to her nape.  And off to Satsuki's right, is an even more familiar face.

Haizaki sits up straight,  instantly forgetting his pain. The corner of his mouth twitches: so he's here too, huh. Well, well.

The debt collector takes a moment to loosen his shirt collar, then pulls a gun from inside the car's glove compartment and tucks into his waistband before exiting the car and following the path of his superior, to the front of Hara's building.

A conversation has already started:

"Now, Nijimura-san, we're here on behalf of Kuro-"

"Yeah, yeah, I already know what Akashi's wakagashira is up to here. So if you two could kindly turn back and tell your fucking boss to resurrect that useless Hara bastard so I can get my money back, I'd greatly appreciate it."

Satsuki giggles and takes a drag of the menthol between her delicate fingers, her peachy-pink eyes sparkling knowingly at Nijimura. She proceeds to say something sinister in honeyed tones, but the nature of the rest of the exchange is lost to Haizaki.

After all, he only has eyes for is distracted by..

"Ryouta~," he hisses, pushing towards the man standing off to the side.

"So you're here, too. I thought I smelled a bitch."

Kise Ryouta flinches, his golden eyes narrowing with unmasked disgust as they follow Haizaki's approach.

"Very good, Shougo-kun!" the yakuza chirps sweetly, clasping his black-gloved hands together in mock-praise. The temperature behind his false smile is around -40 degrees of freezing spite.

"As expected of Nijimura-san's stray dog. Such a keen nose you have, it's no wonder your master keeps you on such a short leash."

The corners of Haizaki's mouth twitch up. He grabs Kise forcefully by the collar, pulling him in close.

Fake ass pretty boy piece of shit yakuza.....nothing would please Haizaki more than tearing this bitch down from his high fucking horse and distorting that pretentious, mocking face....

Due to the nature of their respective jobs, Haizaki and Kise run into each other a little too much for comfort. An occupational hazard of working in underground business. And this Ryouta's a real piece of work, everyone seems to think he's an angel.

So damn annoying.

"Taking a break from blowing half the group, are ya?" Haizaki grins, licking his lips, but still carefully gauges Kise's reaction.

....Which is to curl his pale fingers around Haizaki's wrist and squeeze. Hard.

Owww...

"Try not to get too close, Shougo-kun," Ryouta murmurs in a low, sugary voice, but actually leans in closer, so that their faces are only a few inches apart.

"Son of a ...bitch."Haizaki almost recoils in pain as Kise slowly digs his  nails deeper into his skin. This little bitch....

"You're still so untrained. I don't want to have to go in for a rabies shot; Midorimacchi has enough on his plate."

For some reason, Haizaki finds himself unable to respond immediately, as he usually would. The reason is decidedly not the fact that, from this proximity, Haizaki can feel the heat of Ryouta's slightly smaller body next to his, nor is it the faint scene of cologne from Ryouta's neck, or....

Wait.

"Ahahahaha, you really wanna die, huh?" Haizaki regains his senses, shoving Kise into the wall of the apartment complex. Whatever the fuck is happening is very clearly a sign that Haizaki should start a fight, right now, immediately.

The expression on Ryouta's face suggests that he's on the same page. Good. Prepare to get fucked up, pretty boy.

However...

"Haizaki" Nijimura calls out in a warning tone, while at the exact same time, Momoi chimes in with a:

"Ki-chan, play nice!"

Both Haizaki and Kise freeze, obviously both having forgotten their respective superiors have been standing, right there, the entire time.

The bitch and the stray exchange a brief glance, then push away from each other.

Tch. This isn't over.

****************************** to be ..continued.....soonly......i hope there was something u could enjoy here. .when i finish the rest of “ch 1″  i’ll probs put it on ao3 BUT I’M SHY  （╯ ͡° ل͜ ͡°）╯︵ ( ͜。 ͡ʖ ͜。)

#haikise #SCREAMS INTO MY PILLOW #i just #feel like i should apologize somehow #ahhhhhhhhhhhh #kizaki

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Do you remember that Pirate AU you made a while ago? I think about it all the time, I'm even considering making the boys a dnd character sheet. I'm thinking of adding Haizaki too, do you have any headcanons for him as a pirate?

the referenced pirate au scenario

Pirate!Haizaki Shougo:

like seto, haizaki used to be in the navy, partially to run away from home but mostly because his brother was on his path to becoming an admiral like their father and he didn’t want to fall behind him

however, the combination of a) hating the discipline and uniform of the navy, b) drinking way too much rum as a result, c) killing a few of his shipmates when drunk - all that meant he had no choice but to desert or get hanged

hanamiya’s ship was the first that didn’t ask any questions about why he was signing up to join

(the fact that hara saw the wanted poster with haizaki's face, and said nothing, helped)

doesn’t have a particular role on the ship, but he pretty much just does whatever’s too dangerous for anyone else to do

(aka he’s very easily manipulated - the “oh are you too scared to do ____?” line works a treat)

he's also just downright talented at staying balanced on a ship, after having spent so many years on them, so survives these dangerous tasks pretty easily

spends all his time on land either drinking of looking for a lady to chat up (or a brothel if the later’s not an option); so hanamiya and furu make sure he’s never got too much of the group’s money at any one time

really likes storms, will stay out all night soaked with rain and waves laughing, to the point you’d think he’s egging mother nature on to kill him

(he is. blame the unhappy childhood and growing up on ships instead of knowing a parent's love.)

honestly the only reason he’s still on the Spider is because he gets the chance to beat people up which very conveniently pays for the rest of his lifestyle

plus he can’t imagine leaving the sea

because he’s been from ship to ship since he was just a brat, around 8 years old, he gets serious land sickness if he’s away from the sea too long

so as much as he dreams about becoming a highway robber (terrifying rich people and not having to listen to hanamiya nag at him), he knows all to well that he can’t leave the ship

#a dnd character sheet sounds mega cool btw! #let me know if you get round to making it i'd love to see it :D #haizaki shougo #kirisaki daichi scenarios #pirate au #pirates #hanamiya makoto #seto kentaro #seto kentarou #hara kazuya #kirihaizaki #alternate universe #kuroko no basuke #kuroko no basket #the basketball which kuroko plays #hcs #headcanons #imagines #scenarios #the spider

[vikingpoteto]

A while ago, @annissarh requested this small story. I’m sorry it took me so long to write this. I hope this is what you expected.

Summary: Kuroko is a shadow. He’s accepted that. It doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt when he’s left behind.

Ships: (One-sided) Aomine / Kuroko, (Implied) Aomine / Kise

Warning: Angst, not Ao/Kuro endgame.

Word Count: 2.119

Kuroko was never one to be popular.

It wasn't that he hadn't any friends at all. He got along fairly with his classmates, even though they would often not notice that Kuroko was there. He also had Ogiwara-kun, that was everything he could ever ask in a friend. It was not that Kuroko was lonely or that he wanted to be famous among his school mates or anything like that. He's never asked for attention nor he wanted it. His only wish was to play basketball and enjoy his school life to the fullest.

That being said... he was still a regular teenage boy. He was okay with the fact that he wasn't that popular, but he didn't want to be completely alone either.

He was doing his best and working hard, but even his determination would falter every now and then. Basketball isn't something you can play on your own, but Kuroko often felt like he was fighting alone on a field where he stood no chance.

And then he met Aomine.

"You're training every day ater regular practice?" Aomine had asked on that day, his eyes widening. "Amazing.  Not even first string players do that."

Kuroko stared at his own feet, feeling his cheeks warming up. Yes, he had to work harder than everyone else because he was weaker than everyone. He didn't respond, but Aomine didn't need a response.

"All right, then. From now on, I'll practice with you everyday."

Kuroko's chin dropped. "Eh? Can... can you really do that?"

"Idiot. It's not 'can' or 'can't'. If you like basketball, then we're already friends."

And, true to his word, Aomine practiced with him everyday. Even though he was still nowhere near Aomine's level, Kuroko had fun. Kuroko was happy. To be able to play basketball with someone who loved the sport as much as he did... They started hanging out outside the court too. Sometimes, Aomine would text him about matches he watched or inviting Kuroko to play during the weekend. They were quickly becoming friends.

"Tetsu, you're kind of amazing, y'know?" Aomine commented once when the two of them were lying on the court after a very tiring, but satisfying one on one match. "I'm really happy we met." And he smiled at Kuroko. That big, bright smile only Aomine had.

Kuroko's heart skipped a beat.

(Even after all the hard word Kuroko still couldn't join the main team.)

(Aomine didn't try to comfort him, because he knew Kuroko wouldn't appreciate that. Instead, he let Kuroko deal with it in his own terms until Akashi decided to chime in and give Kuroko some advice.)

(Aomine's smile when Kuroko told him he wasn't giving up on basketball was so bright and beautiful it could have blinded someone.)

 When Kuroko finally joins the other first string players, he doesn't think he can thank Akashi enough. He's finally able to play basketball. He's able to play basketball with Aomine as his equal, not his teacher. It's not easier. Practice is harder than ever. But Kuroko didn't get this far by giving up and he still loves basketball more than anything else.

(And he's starting to think basketball isn't the only thing he loves about the club by then.)

Aomine is still helping him. Kuroko knows it. This time, instead of feeling pathetic, he feels grateful. He's doing his best. Aomine knows that and values him. Little by little, he finds his pace. He finds his basketball, like Akashi said. He's not a useless newbie. He's a valuable player of the team, just like the others.

"In a certain way... Kuroko is like a shadow, isn't he?" Someone commented. "We never see him and then BAM! He's there making some cool passes!"

"Ahaha... Then isn't Aomine the light that shines bright to Kuroko's shadow?"

Kuroko had mixed feelings about the conversation he heard - he wasn't sure if his club mates don't think it's rude to talk about him like that or if they just didn't realize Kuroko was there to begin with - because he isn't so sure if being called a "shadow" is a good thing. However, they're complimenting Kuroko's passes. He's become strong enough to be considered the shadow to Aomine's light. Aomine's partner. His equal.

(At this point, Kuroko realizes, he wants to be by Aomine's side. He wants to play basketball and he wants to do it with Aomine more than with anyone else.)

 When Kise joins the club, Kuroko isn't happy. The flashy boy just waltzes in announcing he wants to play Aomine and ignores Kuroko completely. Not to mention the fact that Kise has bcome a first string player after just two weeks. Kuroko is jealous, he admits to himself.

(But then Aomine defends him and, as cocky as Kise is, Kuroko decides that he'll prove his own valor in his own time.)

(After many annoying situations, Kise finally acknowledges Kuroko and it becomes difficult for him to dislike Kise anymore. He still considers the blond as his rival in a way, but at the same time it feels really good that someone as strong as Kise changed his mind and started considering Kuroko his peer. Kise is loud and clingy, but it's also very difficult to dislike him because he's just too charismatic, despite his many faults.)

 Aomine and Kuroko are often paired up for practice. Murasakibara teases that it's because both Aomine and Kuroko are freaks that don't know when to stop. Kuroko doesn't mind, though.

About his feelings... he decides to leave things as they are. Aomine is his friend and his partner. Although Kuroko knows Aomine feels strongly about him, he doesn't want to mess their dynamics just yet. He decides to keep his feelings to himself and just continue with their friendship as it is.

Kise is almost always with them too, though sometimes he wanders off to annoy Midorima or to spend a lot of time talking about moves he wants to try with Momoi. Kuroko is not going to lie: he would be happier if he didn't have to share Aomine's attention with anybody else. However, he considers Kise his friend too and the more people to play with, the better.

 When Haizaki leaves the team, Kuroko is shocked. To think someone would give up basketball just like that... Aomine doesn't react like he expected. His reaction upon hearing the news is almost... cold. Since they're both so in love with basketball, Kuroko thought Aomine would be just as shocked. He decides not to think too much about it, though.

Despite everything, he wasn't exactly friends with Haizaki. He would pick Kise over him anytime.

 Except... Things don't stay the same forever.

"Hey, Tetsu. It's alright if we don't practice today?"

Kuroko freezes.

"It's just that we already know each other so well..." Aomine scratches his own nape carelessly. "There is no point in practicing like this when we are already going to pull it off perfectly anyway."

Kuroko is too shocked to say anything back. Not to practice? But they've been together since always. It takes him a while to recover.

"Tetsu?"

"Huh... why? Aren't we going to get rusty if we don't practice?" He tries.

"Not really," Aomine scoffs. "It's just today, it's not a big deal. I'm kind of tired, that's all."

"Aomine-kun, I--"

"Aominecchi!" A loud voice calls, making it impossible to hear Kuroko's soft one. Kise comes running to them. "Aominecchi, let's play!"

"Huh?" Aomine pulls a face. "Again? I always beat you, so what's the point?"

"We haven't played since yesterday!" Kise beams, spinning a ball on the tip of his index finger to show off. "I've grown a lot since then. You know I'm a fast learner."

Something like amusement sparkles in Aomine's eyes. "Oh? Getting cocky, aren't we?"

"I'm not cocky, I'm realistic." Kise tosses the ball to Aomine. "C'mon. One on one. Momocchi already agreed to keep scores for us. The loser buys ice cream to the winner."

Kuroko waits for Aomine to say he's tired and that this is too much of a hassle. He expects Aomine to turn Kise down on the spot. After all, he just ditched Kuroko of all people. Of course he isn't going to play with someone troublesome like Kise.

Except... Aomine grins, his eyes sparkling. A grin, Kuroko realizes with a shock, he hasn't seen directed to himself in weeks.

"You're on, pretty boy."

Kise smiles back brightly and the two boys run towards the other side of the court.

"Aomine-kun has never had that shine in his eyes when he was with me," Kuroko mutters. But Aomine is gone, thus no one is there to listen.

 After that, Kuroko becomes very aware of the interactions between Aomine and Kise.

The two of them can be seen together pretty often outside the court. Even though they're in different classes, Kuroko hears Murasakibara complaining that Aomine shows up to their class often to talk to Kise about something - for the lazy Aomine to go that far... Kuroko also hears from Midorima on a day both Aomine and Kise aren't in practice that the duo got in trouble for trying to play baseball using brooms as bats and balls of paper and they are now in detention together. During school festival, Momoi asks Kuroko to be her pair in a three-legged race and he accepts because it seems really important to her. Aomine and Kise pair up for the same race and, as far Kuroko knows, they spend the rest of the festival together.

He realizes that, as much as he has in common with Aomine, he's just a shadow. So... they both like basketball. So what? Everyone in their club loves basketball.

Kise not only likes basketball, he's also pretty and funny. Intead of shutting down Aomine's antics, Kise plays along with him.

Kuroko might be Aomine's partner in the court, but is he really necessary? He might make Aomine stronger, but Aomine is already strong on his own. Aomine has never needed Kuroko. It was always the other way around, he realizes.

He catches himself having petty thoughts. About how no one would like Kise if he wasn't handsome or if they knew about his cold, arrogant personality he hides behind the smile. Kuroko catches himself thinking that it would have been better if Haizaki had stayed. That Kise isn't even that good on his own, he's just a copy... And then he feels awful.

He ends up acting coldly towards Kise. Saying harsh words bluntly. The fact that Kise takes Kuroko's jabs lightly - he just makes a pouty face and whines "that's mean, Kurokocchiiiii~" - is both annoying and concerning. Does that mean Kuroko can never hurt Kise in the way Kise hurts him? Or that Kise is so used to being mistreated that he doesn't even mind Kuroko's coldness?

And then...

"Tetsu... Are you mad at Kise or something?" Aomine asks one day.

"Huh? Why do you ask, Aomine-kun?"

"It's just that... I don't know, sometimes you're too blunt. He might think you hate him or something."

That's because I hate him. I'm jealous. I'm so jealous. It's like he can have everything I can't. Why don't you look at me like you used to, Aomine-kun? Like you look at Kise-kun now?

"You're imagining things. I'm just honest, that's all."

"I thought so," Aomine says. "But try to play nicer to him, eh? He might look like that, but words can really get to him sometimes. Not from everyone, of course, but he really likes you, so... yeah. Just be careful not to hurt him."

Kuroko swallows hard and doesn't say anything. Of course. Of fucking course Aomine is looking out for Kise. Kise is everything Aomine could have ever wanted. Kuroko might be his friend and his partner, the shadow that makes Aomine's light shine brither. But Aomine has never needed a shadow, to begin with. Kise, on the other hand, is a rival. Is someone who is able to catch up to Aomine, someone to keep him on his toes. Someone that can keep basketball fun and challenging.

How can Kuroko ever compete with that?

"This whole time," Kuroko mutters under his breath, "you've been in love with him, not me."

Aomine turns to him. "What was that?"

"It's nothing. I'll be more careful from now on, Aomine-kun."

Aomine smiles at him gratefully. It's different of the bright smile he directs only to Kise, even though this smile is also for Kise's sake.

Kuroko has never wanted to be particularly popular. He's never wanted everyone's attention. However, he wanted someone's attention in particular, even though he can't have.

Sometimes, being a shadow hurts.

#poteto writing #i don't know how to tag this #knb #knb fanfic #i don't wanna tag as ao.kuro because it's not ao.kuro endgame #don't wanna tag as ao.kise either because they're barely there #this is just kuroko suffering i'm so sorry

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Headcanons for hazaki, hara and hanamiya as parents. Could I also get a headcanon for Haizaki's future job please? Thank you <3

[haizaki future job hcs on the next post]

Hara Kazuya

pity hara’s partner, rather than the kids, cause he’s the kind of parent that’s really just another child for his s/o to deal with

wants to be the cool dad but, more than that, wants to embarrass his children to hell beyond - he starts training himself in the art of dad jokes from the minute he finds out they’re going to be having a child

doesn’t really care about his children’s grades; hell he’ll probably give them tips on how to bunk, and back them up if his partner wants them to have a good attendance

the one thing he wouldn’t stand for is them getting bullied - partially he just wouldn’t understand how you could be so ‘weak’? (but if his kid becomes a bully, he’ll 100% defend them, saying that they’re just kids being kids, and all play involves a bit of rough and tumble)

the type of dad to tell his son to ‘get some’ upon finding out he’s started dating someone

also 100% the type of guy to teach his baby swear words, and then laugh his head off when said baby says fuck in front of its other parent (even though hara will get the cold shoulder for the rest of the day for being so irresponsible)

on the other hand, his children feel comfortable talking to him about stuff that they’d feel embarrassed telling his s/o, and it’s also very cute how far hara will go to entertain his kids

he’s the “puts kid in box in front of the TV and pretends they’re on a rollercoaster” father, the “dresses up as a princess whilst his daughter dresses up as prince charming when they go to watch a disney film at the cinema” father, the “nothing can convince him to go out of character when playing house with a 5 year old” father

he is loved and he loves :D

Hanamiya Makoto

the thing is, i think hanamiya would struggle with showing affection, especially as he is quite busy as an adult (following on with my headcanon that he ends up becoming a criminal defence lawyer) so doesn’t have much time for the kid when they’re young

in the end, they’ve got a pretty stiff relationship. hanamiya gets home late, sees his kid, says something like “how are you doing in school?”, kid says “fine”, hanamiya only later finds out from his partner just how well their kid did in a recent exam and how excited he was to tell his father

but it’s hella difficult being excited around hanamiya

(on the other hand, kid definitely adores their other parent, and is probably spoiled to hell by their grandmother. she’s also the one who understands that though hanamiya comes off as a cold uncaring father, he flicks through the family album she made - including all the pictures of events of the kid’s life that hanamiya didn’t have time to attend - when he thinks everyone's asleep)

hanamiya has very high expectations for them, just as he had for himself when he was younger

his kid has to get top grades, has to excel in whatever sport they choose (and if he hears them spewing “team work makes the dream work” bullshit-), definitely can’t be a loner or bullied

like hara, if his kid was a bully, he’d defend them

in that way, hanamiya’s a very toxic parent

his child gets so little recognition from him - their other parent is the one that shows up for parent teacher meetings and the school play and the like,

but, when the parents get requested to come to the school after hanamiya junior beats a classmate up, hanamiya takes a day off work to ‘represent his kid’

he criticises the school, the other child, and does literally everything to guarantee that his child faces no repercussions. and then, when they leave school for the time, it’s probably the first time in years that hanamiya tells his kid that he’s impressed by them

it’s basically the recipe for having a violent (albeit insecure) fuck like haizaki for a kid

Haizaki Shougo

sucks. worst fucking parent in the world

okay actually wait that’s a bit mean, let’s think about this

first off, the likelihood of haizaki sticking around if his partner’s pregnant without them having planned for it? fucking 1% max

likelihood of his sticking around after the baby is born, keeping him awake at night, leaving him having to deal with a permanently exhausted/stressed s/o who only now has realised just what a deadbeat their partner is? <10%

but let’s pretend, for whatever reason, that haizaki sticks around and doesn’t go get milk and never come back

he does try, is the thing

he lets his kid fiddle with his hair (even though it hurts like hell, and leaves him looking like a mess), he kicks around a ball with them or teaches them how to shoot, has a real big grin on his face when they throw their first punch

basically around the ages 4-7, haizaki’s kid and him have a pretty good relationship

the only problem is, as the kid gets older, their relationship gets a bit more awkward - especially if haizaki has a son, he’s gonna pass on all the toxic masculine beliefs that his older brother taught him

(on the other hand, he’s never going to let his older brother meet his kids. if they ever do meet, it’s gonna be in some dark alley, where the older haizaki bro’s like “oh so you’re shougo’s kids? hey, come closer, lemme have a look at you” and the kids are two seconds away from running away screaming)

also during puberty haizaki becomes very overprotective of his daughter and their relationship goes to shit

anyway he never shows up to parent teacher meetings, he stops going to the kids sport matches once they’re older than 11 cause it brings back unpleasant memories, etc

but he is very proud of them (or at least, proud of what they were when they were younger) and he’ll never stand to hear any slander against his kids

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