#rakuzanweek

[linipik]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AKASHI!!! (20/12)

Rakuzan Week Day 8: Akashi’s Birthday / Free Throw

smol something for the red prince birthday also thank to the mods of Rakuzan Week, its nice to see some love for this team \o/ 

#rakuzanweek #Rakuzan #Akashi Seijuro #happy birthday akashi #kuroko no basket #fanart #help my arm is in pain and i am not sure i can survive #im never gonna resist a birthday drawing #but hell my arm #eben my fingers hirt #even

[rakuzanweek]

Thank you so much, everyone!

Today was the final day of Rakuzan Week! The other moderators and I wanted to thank you all for a great week, and for contributing to the event during this very busy time of year.

Also, we wanted to let you know we will be accepting late entries! I will keep checking the “rakuzanweek” tag daily until the end of January. So please feel free to keep submitting fanworks for the blog, if you were unable to finish them during this week. If you post something after January, just drop me a quick ask (either here or at my blog @courtingstars) to let me know to reblog it!

Also, this is a friendly reminder that we are unable to reblog submissions that contain fanart or other fanworks that aren’t yours, unless you have received permission from the creator to use them. (In which case, please include a note in your submission to let us know you got permission!)

Thank you all again! This was a fantastic week, and we all enjoyed seeing your entries.

#rakuzanweek #rakuzan #mod post #thank you!

[msbellsnow]

✿お誕生日おめでとう、赤司くん！（２０１５） (Happy Birthday, Akashi! [2015]) Rakuzan Week Day Eight (12/20): “Akashi’s Birthday”, Side A Party, Side B Free Throw.

遅くて、申し訳ありませんでした！！お誕生日おめでとう赤司！

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AKASHI-KUN!!!!!!!

Through Rakuzan Week and my good friend @midorichan10, I’ve grown to understand him more as a character, as well as have an appreciation of him in general~! <333 O w O

GIVE BOTH LOVE BECAUSE THEY’RE BOTH AKASHI. OKAY? OKAY. GOOD.

So I totally didn’t make his birthday in my timezone, but I’m sure I did for another timezone!! Here’s both Oreshi and Bokushi for your viewing pleasure~!!

It’s been a long week, I’m totally glad my first week event was Rakuzan Week! Great thanks to the Organisers, @akashiseijuro4, @courtingstars, @lindotachibana, and @shadowwinggirl, of Rakuzan Week for hosting this!! Thank you very much and I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas Season!! And, I hope you also enjoyed all my entries, even if the last two are late. ​I’m now off to work on KnB Secret Santa........ My life is going to looking very red at the moment. xDDD

Clothes are from his WinterFes Design (2015): reference.

鈴✿2015✿ユキ

#rakuzanweek #dailykiseki #Happy Birthday #Akashi Seijuurou #Kuroko no Basuke #Fan Art #Digital Art #Happy Birthday Akashi #Oreshi #Bokushi #BellSnowArt #2015 #Kuroko no Basket

[raindrop-yue]

I am absolute.

Baby Chibi Akashi

#akashi seijuurou #rakuzanweek #kuroko no basket #akashi #akashi seijuro #baby gom #generation of miracles #fanart #chibi akashi

[bi3n3nstich]

"again", a rakuzan fanmix

i. beginnings // ii. prestige: “we were the kings and queens of promise” // iii. words: “I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor” // iv. friendship: “we can start again awake and so excited” // v. innocence: "let's see how far we've come” // vi. strength // vii. endings: “there ain't no other step than one foot right in front of the other” // viii. free throw

rakuzanweek | day #8: celebration

#knb #kuroko no basket #rakuzanweek #day 8 #my edits #rakuzan #fanmix #music #akashi seijuurou #mayuzumi chihiro #mibuchi reo #hayama kotarou #nebuya eikichi #I actually managed to make someting #I didn't think it was possible #it was really hard NOT to make a rakuzan overlord fanmix with all the power songs #it shines through sometimes though #I blame courtingstars for the last song #I couldn't resist #each song may focus on a character #but all the songs are rakuzan songs #I think #I'm such a sucker for instrumental songs... #the songs are even somehow fitting for the timeline in my head

[zechs]

Rakuzan Week → Day 4: Mibuchi Beauty

#rakuzanweek #knb #mibuchi #knbgraphics #kuroko no basuke #mine #knb069 #knb edits #prettypretty reo #mygif #mygfx

[courtingstars]

Words, Words, Words: Fic for Rakuzan Week, Day Three

You can also read this fic on Ao3!

Rating: PG (language)

Characters: Mayuzumi Chihiro, plus all the Rakuzan regulars

Word Count: 1,600

Warnings: Mild language. Some intolerant comments on Mayu’s part. References to homophobia (and I think misogyny/transphobia?) from background characters.

Summary: Mayuzumi Chihiro has a way with words. Everything he says is cynical and bitingly sarcastic. And strangely enough, the Rakuzan regular players have come to appreciate it. (For Rakuzan Week 2015, Day Three: Mayuzumi/Words.)

A/N: Happy Rakuzan Week, everyone! This is my first fic for the week, and a few more will be on their way (uh I hope, eek, where is the time going). Also, I finally managed to write a fic that’s under 2,000 words! WHAT IS HAPPENING. In other news, behold my undying love for Mayuzumi that has somehow gone unexpressed until now? Please be warned he is very snarky in this. Finally, the title is stolen from Hamlet because I’m a goofy nerdbucket. Enjoy!

Most days, Mayuzumi Chihiro’s words resembled salt being ground into an open wound. Sharp, stinging, and painful to experience.

Of course, the phantom player of Rakuzan wasn’t the type to confront people about their quirks, or even their shortcomings, most of the time. As he would have put it, it wasn’t his job. But that didn’t stop Mayuzumi from making snide remarks within earshot. Everyone on the team had been a victim of his cutting criticisms at least once. Even the exceptionally talented regular players.

Like the day when Mayuzumi was trying to use the long sink in the shower room after practice, for instance. A dozen bottles circled the faucets, all a part of Mibuchi’s extensive after-shower regimen. So Mayuzumi gave Mibuchi, who was applying a facial cleanser, a sidelong glance. Then he opened his mouth.

“Don’t you think you’re overdoing it? You’re in the men’s shower room, you know. Not that you ever act like it.”

Mibuchi stared at him. “What did you say?”

Mayuzumi just shrugged and made for the exit, leaving Mibuchi there with his mouth hanging open.

Then there was that time at practice, when the Rakuzan regulars were testing a complex offensive pattern. Instead of waiting for Mayuzumi to use Misdirection like they were supposed to, Nebuya grabbed the ball early and muscled through with a dunk, with such force that it sent their clubmates sprawling across the court. Naturally, Nebuya did a typical over-the-top celebration about it.

But Mayuzumi just glared at him, and muttered, “Are you even paying attention, dumbass? Strength is pointless if you’re going to be an idiot about it. If you can’t do something this simple, maybe Coach should cut you from the team.”

This time, Nebuya wasn’t the only one gaping at him. Their coach cleared his throat and told them to execute the pattern again. Nebuya grit his teeth, but instead of telling Mayuzumi off, he just resumed his position.

Then another time at a practice match, Hayama was raving about their opponents during the pregame warm-up. He kept pointing out all the best players, and got bouncier and bouncier each time he saw them make their shots. Hayama was always searching for potential rivals before matches started.

But apparently that day Mayuzumi wasn’t in the mood to hear it, because he turned and said flat-out before it was his turn to shoot the ball, “If you’re so excited, why don’t you go be a cheerleader for the other team? Nobody needs your obnoxious energy right now.”

Hayama was so stunned he missed his next layup, and had to run extra laps during their next training session as punishment.

Then there was the infamous game where Akashi kept giving Mayuzumi detailed instructions throughout the match about how to use his Misdirection. Mayuzumi’s face gradually became stormier and stormier. He did what Akashi said, as long as they were on the court. But as they left it, Akashi said something about how all the regulars should meet him after the usual post-game review to discuss this particular match in more detail. And Mayuzumi gave him a steely look, the kind the rest of them wouldn’t dare to aim at the first-year captain.

“Who died and made you king of the universe?” he said. “You may be our captain, but you don’t own us. I’m not obligated to do everything you say.”

Akashi raised a brow, with a hint of confusion in his heterochromatic eyes. He leveled his gaze at Mayuzumi, and said very well, any player who felt they had worthier claims on their time naturally had the freedom to decline to attend. As it turned out, Mayuzumi did show up to that second meeting, though he gave no indication he was paying attention, or had any investment in the discussion at all.

Yes, Mayuzumi’s words often caught everyone off guard. Perhaps because he so rarely bothered to voice his opinion, that it was all the more startling when he did. Still, it didn’t explain why the sting of his most irritated remarks had a peculiar way of wounding more painfully than other people’s. They lingered, echoing in one’s brain long after they were said.

There was a flipside to this, however. And like the caustic bite of his words, the Rakuzan regulars experienced that side of it as well.

Like that one time a few younger players on the team were throwing remarks back and forth in the shower room, about how over-the-top Mibuchi was. They wondered aloud whether someone as girly as him really belonged in their locker room, or for that matter on the boys’ basketball team.

Mayuzumi happened to be toweling off and listening to their laughing jabs, when he suddenly interrupted, with a cool gray look.

“At least he knows who he is. And someone who shoots like him can be on whatever team he wants.” He tossed his towel in the hamper. “Mediocre people like you are always the most small-minded out of everybody.”

He left the room, while the other players stared after him. And if he noticed Mibuchi standing outside the door, clearly having heard every word of the conversation, he didn’t act like it. Mibuchi didn’t say anything, either. But his wide-eyed gaze tracked Mayuzumi as he left. And before Mibuchi quite realized what was happening, a smile crossed his meticulously moisturized lips.

Something similar happened during a break at practice, when some of Mayuzumi’s third-year classmates were huddled in a corner and complaining about certain players on the team. This time, they were muttering about how the coach was clearly biased toward Nebuya because of his size, even though Rakuzan was supposed to be the kind of team that prioritized fine-tuned skills and strategy, not muscling their way through the opposition.

At the time, Mayuzumi was filling his water bottle at the nearby fountain. As he screwed the lid back on, he gave his classmates a cynical lift of his brows.

“So what, you think you should take his place?” he said to them, in his dry way. “Nobody else on this team can do what he does. And he’s more diligent about his training than you’ll ever be.”

With that, he left, not even bothering to see if any of them had a retort to this. And if another person happened to overhear the exchange, and if that person happened to be Nebuya, well, the muscular center certainly never brought it up out loud. It was possible that the recollection made him grin on occasion, though.

Then there was that time when a second-year regular—one of the few besides the Uncrowned Kings who could claim the honor—made some offhand comment about how obnoxious it was that Hayama kept raving about their various opponents. “It’s not like they could beat us,” he bragged. “We have more championships than anyone.”

Once again, Mayuzumi happened to be within hearing distance. He turned and gave the boy a blank look.

“So it’s annoying,” he said. “At least he’s looking out for the competition. You think just because we’re reigning champions that no one else could ever play on our level? No wonder you’re always warming the bench.”

The other boy sputtered, and his face turned a furious shade of red. But he never got more than two words out in reply, before Mayuzumi was called onto the court. And nearby, standing on the sidelines waiting for the ball, Hayama was forced to muffle a laugh.

Then came the day when a few upperclassmen were in the hallway outside the locker room, gossiping about their first-year captain. For the most part, everyone followed Akashi without question. But before he led them to victory at the Interhigh, a few naysayers still remained. After all, these players complained, they were Akashi’s senpais. This wasn’t how an athletic club was supposed to work. And even if almost everyone in the club had voted for him to be captain, he ought to be more conscious of his position. Generation of Miracles or not, who did he think he was? Akashi Seijuurou was really starting to overstep his bounds.

Mayuzumi let out a slight “hm,” and they all jumped. He was hovering in the doorway, with his bag over one shoulder. No one had seen him emerge from the locker room, or knew how long he had been standing there.

“Overstepping his bounds?” he repeated, in a low voice. “Seriously?”

He looked at all of them, one by one. His usually expressionless eyes narrowed.

“Rakuzan is a meritocracy,” he said flatly. “If you really understood that, you would never question why Akashi is our captain. And if you have any brains at all, you’ll do what he says. But hey, if you don’t agree, why don’t you just challenge him for the position? I could sure use a laugh.”

He elbowed his way past them, and disappeared around the corner. The upperclassmen stood there in stunned silence. Eventually they left too, with unsettled grimaces on their faces. On the other side of the locker room was the coach’s office, which currently had the door open. A moment later, Akashi stepped out. He gazed down the empty hall.

And a smile flitted over his mouth.

Yes, Mayuzumi Chihiro certainly had a way with words. A bitter, sarcastic, and strangely affirming way. It was a contradiction, but it was true. Which was why the Rakuzan regulars learned, over the course of the very eventful year they played basketball with him, to appreciate it.

It was also why, deep down, they weren’t all that surprised when, during the final match of the Winter Cup, those characteristically biting words had a startling and curious effect that changed the future of their basketball club forever.

“Who are you?”

But that was another story.

#rakuzanweek #rakuzan #knb fic #mayuzumi chihiro #akashi seijuurou #mibuchi reo #nebuya eikichi #hayama kotarou #kuroko no basuke #KnB #kat writes fanfic #kat writes about basketball dorks #kat writes about very snarky basketball dorks who have a bit of an attitude problem #BUT I LOVE THEM ANYWAY #the other invisible one

[simplyaverage7]

For Rakuzan week - Day 3

Character of the day - Mayuzumi Chihiro

Prompts - Words, Hobbies

//

So first time writing Mayuyu, hope I got it right! I’m choosing Words as my theme, so we’ll see how it goes.

–

Power Forward

–

Mayuzumi remembers the first time he saw Akashi Seijuurou.

It hadn’t been at the rooftop, oh no. Akashi was too bright not be noticed earlier on by him, and had played a pivotal role in his resignation. After all, how would a third year who had been in the club for three years feel when the club was overrun by his juniors, first the Uncrowned Kings, then Akashi?

//

“I promise to uphold the values and traditions of Rakuzan High to the best of my ability.”

//

The first time he saw the younger boy was at the very first assembly of his third year.

He remembers the way Akashi carried himself, like a king, the cool confidence in his eyes, the commanding tone of his voice and his words - oh his words.

His speech was cheesy and cliché, yet coming from his mouth, even Mayuzumi thought it sounded fresh and original.

Akashi had a way with words, a talent he never failed to put to use.

//

“Join the basketball club.”

//

Their second meeting was the infamous rooftop one, and Mayuzumi couldn’t help but suppress a smile as he thought back to that day.

Of how Akashi had been so sure of himself, so sure that Mayuzumi would join the team.

How Mayuzumi wanted to see that cool facade break and shatter, to see those poised red eyes go wide with surprise.

//

Yet Mayuzumi would not deny that Akashi’s words had struck a chord with him, and somewhere between being annoyed at him and amused at his grand gestures, Mayuzumi had begun to trust him.

//

“You will be a better shadow than Tetsuya.”

//

Joining the basketball team had been inevitable once he’d met Akashi. The rest of them were as insane as Akashi, and were highly intolerable.

"Mayuzumi, pass to me!” Hayama said, and Mayuzumi gave him a blank look before passing to Nebuya. His teammates were all equally intolerable, except perhaps Akashi, but then again, Akashi was the one who tossed him into this mess so he supposed he couldn’t let Akashi off the hook so easily.

They didn’t even call him senpai.

He wasn’t expecting it, not in a place where he knew his talents were dispensable, no matter how much Akashi made it seem like it wasn’t, but the lack of respect was slightly jarring.

“Good work, Chihiro, come with me,” Akashi said, and Mayuzumi suppressed a trickle of anxiety. It was absurd really, how Akashi could unsettle him with a few words.

He walked behind Akashi, like the perfect lapdog.

//

"You like light novels? Then, I suppose I should give them a try too.”

//

He didn’t have many friends.

His best friends were his middle school friends, where they had been part of the Literature Club. In Rakuzan, Mayuzumi preferred to keep to himself, as he was surrounded by obnoxious idiots anyway.

He had always thought of himself as self-sufficient, aloof and superior to all these pesky things such as attachments, but their finals at the Winter Cup proved him wrong.

//

“I have my full faith in you, Chihiro.”

//

It wasn’t Mayuzumi’s first time being used.

He had been used once by a girl he had a crush on to teach her physics. She’d discarded him like trash once her work was over.

He had been betrayed by close friends, friends he had trusted, believed in.

Nothing hurt like the humiliation he felt on the court that day, when Akashi looked at him with warm eyes and said he trusted him.

He wasn’t that stupid to fall for such a ruse, yet the fact that he did -

//

“You aren’t the person I met that day, so I’m going to ask you again, who the hell are you?”

//

It’s graduation day today.

Mayuzumi is dressed in his best clothes, thanks to his mother’s incessant nagging, and he’s glad the hard part (going on stage, talking a few words) is over.

He walks away from the gym, heart feeling strangely heavy, when he hears a voice call out to him.

“Mayuzumi-san!”

He turns, and is surprised to see a tuft of red hair in the distance. He waits until Akashi catches up to him.

Akashi smiles at him when he sees him, and Mayuzumi doesn’t know what to do. He knows Akashi has changed, his smiles are proof of it.

Earlier, Akashi smiled only when something was going his way, now his smiles were more natural, interspersed often with conversation. Mayuzumi doesn’t know what to think of it.

“I’m glad I came, I almost missed you,” Akashi tells him, and Mayuzumi watches him, waiting, and wondering what trick the brat is going to pull this time.

“Thank you for your hardwork, Mayuzumi-san,” Akashi says, not quite bowing, but the gesture coupled with the words incites a strange warmth in his chest.

Mayuzumi looks at him for a moment. Akashi looks well, healthy even. It makes him happy for some reason.

“Don’t get all polite with me now,” Mayuzumi tells his junior, whose eyes widen, and then Akashi flashes him another one of his enigmatic smiles again.

“Very well then, Chihiro-san, would you please come with us for an outing? Our treat,” Akashi offers and Mayuzumi scowls.

“I’m assuming the ‘our’ is those idiots?” Mayuzumi’s voice is flat, and Akashi smiles.

“I can only handle you guys in small doses,” Mayuzumi says, even as he walks with Akashi in the direction of where he vaguely makes out the silhouettes of Mibuchi, Hayama and Nebuya.

“Yes of course, Chihiro-san,” Akashi tells him, and Mayuzumi is unsure of whether Akashi is making fun of him or not.

In the distance, Mibuchi’s arm raises in a half-wave, probably to Akashi, but Mayuzumi lifts his hand in a wave and watches with amusement as Mibuchi’s figure topples backward, probably in surprise.

Really, his juniors were so troublesome.

//

“It’s thanks to you, that the third year of my high school was enjoyable.”

//

#rakuzanweek #mayuzumi chihiro #akashi seijuurou #rakuzan high #my fics

[linipik]

Rakuzan Week Day 4: Mibuchi / Beauty, Friendship Rakuzan Week Day 5: Hayama / Innocence, Rivalry  Rakuzan Week Day 6: Nebuya / Strength, Contest 

here they go the rest of the team

#rakuzanweek #rakuzan #kuroko no basket #mibuchi reo #kotaro hayama #nebuya eikichi #fanart #i like how all 5 look together #ill think in posting all in one post #I was actually doing this i still gotta finish the other two #first sleep a little #this reo is the only one i like u kno

[minluzy]

Akashi Seijuurou - Castle by Halsey

Hope you’ll like it~ :3

I’m quite proud of myself ^^

#akashi seijuro #kuroko no basket #castle #rakuzanweek #my work

[rakuzaans]

rakuzan week ★ day 2: 

「 頭が高いぞ 」|| ❝Lower your head.❞

#rakuzanweek #rakuzan #akashi seijuro #akashi #knb #mine:general edit #mine:kurokonobasuke #dearest emperor #god i love you so much #you're so cute and ugh #it irritates me how perfect you are #i love you so much my love #my emperor #*smooches*

[msbellsnow]

✿スイッチ (Switch) Rakuzan Week Day Seven (12/19): “Future”, Side A Endings, Side B AUs.

Our sin will never fully fade. If we’re going to lose, I thought that might be fine, too. But... It doesn’t look that way after all. Perhaps it’s because our opponent is Kuroko...but I can’t hold back the urge to win.  - Akashi (Oreshi), Q73

Rakuzan Week Day Seven, 遅くけど、きたー！　♪───Ｏ（≧∇≦）Ｏ────♪

Uwahhh... This is so late...!!! >< I had a hard time with just about everything, so that’s why it’s taken longer than all my other days. Then again, I think this is the most intricate compared to the others... Sorry for the rushed background and bad anatomy........ orz

I chose “Endings” for consistency’s sake - since my first one was “Beginnings”. “Endings”, for me, is when they “switch”. I was originally going to draw a crying Bokushi...But I couldn’t find it in myself to draw that. Instead, we have a fired up Oreshi and a Bokushi that’s just learned defeat. In that way... You could say it’s the end of a “tyrant” (and the rebirth of an emperor).

But, in the end... “Akashi is Akashi”, be it Oreshi or Bokushi, right?

(Now to work on Day 8... More Akashi coming your way.)

鈴✿2015✿ユキ

#rakuzanweek #BellSnowArt #Akashi Seijuurou #Fan Art #dailykiseki #Day Seven #Kuroko no Basuke #Oreshi #Bokushi #Digital Art #Kuroko no Basket

[midorichan10]

Rakuzan Week

Day 1:  Past Days / Beginnings, GoM/UK

This is my first time participating in an event as well as drawing for it. I’m still getting used to a new tablet so this took way longer than it should’ve. 

For Day 1 of Rakuzan Week I decided to do baby Akashi on a toy Yukimaru!

#rakuzanweek #kuroko no basuke #kuroko no basket #akashi seijūrō #dailykiseki #rakuzan #midori sketches #ORESHI IS PRECIOUS #it's already the 13th here so yeaaaah

[raindrop-yue]

20/12/2015

Happy Birthday, Akashi Seijuurou.

#akashi seijuro #rakuzanweek #generation of miracles #kuroko no basket #fanart #kuroko tetsuya #aomine daiki #kise ryouta #murasakibara atsushi #midorima shintarou #momoi satsuki #nebuya eikichi #mibuchi reo #hayama kotarou #mayuzumi chihiro #akashi seijuurou #akashi #kuroko #kise #aomine #midorima #momoi #murasakibara #rakuzan #oreshi #bokushi

[rakuzanweek]

Welcome to Rakuzan Week! This is an event dedicated to celebrating Rakuzan, the champion rival team from Kuroko no Basuke.

Dates: 13 - 20 December, 2015

Come join us for a week-long event about the Emperors of Creation! This event is meant to celebrate the members of Rakuzan, both individually and as a team, as well as their relationships with each other.

All forms of fanworks are welcome. Writing, drawing, edits, fanmixes, cosplay, headcanons, anything you want to create about the team. Please refer to the rules for more information.

When submitting to the event, remember to tag your post with #rakuzanweek in the first five tags!

More Information: Prompts | Rules | FAQ

If you have any questions not answered in the FAQ, please send an ask to the event blog. And reblog this post to spread the word! We would like as many Rakuzan fans to participate in this event as possible. Mark your calendars, and we’ll see you then!

#rakuzan #kuroko no basket #KnB #akashi seijuro #rakuzanweek #akashi seijūrō #kuroko no basuke #mayuzumi chihiro #mibuchi reo #nebuya eikichi #hayama kotarou

[msbellsnow]

✿マッスル！！ (Muscle!!) Rakuzan Week Day Six (12/18): “Nebuya Eikichi”, Side A Strength, Side B Contest. MUSCLE!! AND BEEF!! AND GYM!! AND WEIGHTS!! AND MORE STREEEEEENGTH!!

Rakuzan Week Day Six, マッスルー！　♪───Ｏ（≧∇≦）Ｏ────♪

Because it’s not Kuroko no Basuke without some Hiyoko no Basuke thrown in the mix, now is it? Also I had no idea what to do for him, and I am not yet willing to plunge into trying to draw a muscular teenager (I can barely draw Akashi right, here. so). Also, here’s something slightly hilarious! I think? I’m not too sure of my humour. (By the way, the background is of karubi beef, Nebuya’s favourite food. o v o)

Nebuya: MUSCLESSSSSSSSSS. RAWRRRR. Bokushi: Carry on. Mayuzumi: … Why am I here? What is with these people? Why is Akashi on top of my head?! Hayama: EHEHE// I’m posing for the camera!!!!!!! O v O Mibuchi: *sparkles* Hello there~ *winks*

I am not sure what I’m going to do with my life once Rakuzan Week ends, but I’m pretty sure it’ll entail trying to find a job to afford my KnB spending habits. And for a trip to Japan. And because I need work experience. And… yeah. //ahahaha

鈴✿2015✿ユキ

#rakuzanweek #BellSnowArt #Nebuya Eikichi #Kuroko no Basuke #Fan Art #Digital Art #Hiyoko no Basuke #2015 #Day Six #Hayama Kotarou #Akashi Seijuurou #Bokushi #Mayuzumi Chihiro #Mibuchi Reo #dailykiseki #Kuroko no Basket