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tetsunabouquet · 1 year

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In Need of Help (Teiko! Murasakibara X Reader GN drabble)

Warnings: bribery, and the bullying of disabled kids. Y/N had enough of it. Your best friend kept getting picked on by Haizaki, but the bastard was sneaky enough to do it whenever teachers weren’t present. Lke the male locker room, where every time after P.E, you’d find Haizaki the last to leave and your friend nowhere to be found. You’d ask for the teacher to go look for him, and then you’d always find him in the locker room, bawling his eyes out over something Haizaki did. Haizaki would generally wait until everyone was clothed, but your best friend, being on the spectrum, had a particular fondness of water and just couldn’t resist taking a long ass shower. He’d always be the last one to start dressing. He had tried to take quick showers like everyone, but the anxiety of having to face Haizaki only crippled him and made him stay where he felt safe; under the shower. But he couldn’t stay there forever. Ensuring Haizaki had some time alone with your best friend. You were absolutely LIVID. So you had created a plan. Considering Haizaki would typically pick on him when he was already dressing, there wouldn’t be any nudity involved if he managed to film Haizaki. But that would mean planting a camera that he could turn on unsuspiciously in the locker room. And you didn’t had one. The AV club had one, but after a small accident with the projector the club room was closed for the rest of the month. It was totally possible to sneak in, but you were in need of assistance to distract the school’s receptionist. With your best friend being a doomsday thinker, he’d only overthink it and he was a crappy liar so he wouldn’t be good at distracting her. You needed someone else. Someone who wouldn’t mind exposing Haizaki for his ableist bullying. Someone who disliked Haizaki enough to take the risk. After keeping an eye on him for a few days, and trying to note if he had any particular enemies, your eye fell on a purplette. Murasakibara, a handsome boy on the same basketball team, who was often annoyed with Haizaki’s failed attempts to steal his food. You were smirking the entire time during lunch, being unable to take your eye of your potential ally.

About a week long, you had studied Murasakibara, and arguably developped a crush. You might just be a little in denial about it. But it had given you enough insight, that this boy had some food addiction going on. You were happy that you had went to London on the previous vacation, and still had some candy left. Foreign candy seemed like the perfect bribery material, and even if Murasakibara didn’t wanted to, you could at least offer it to have him shut up about your plans before you moved onto your next target. It was lunch break, and you found him sitting with Akashi and Midorima in the music room. “Murasakibara! Can I talk to you, in private?” You asked him. He blinked at you with an almost sleepy expression ”Sure, but who are you?” He asked as he stood up, trailing after you. “That is besides the point. I need your help.” “Ugh, really?” “Yes. Murasakibara, this is important!,” you turned around, facing him directly. “My best friend is getting bullied by this guy on your team, Haizaki. I need to catch him, but for that, I need you to distract the receptionist. If everything works out, he might get suspended and you don’t have to worry about him trying to steal your food anymore, plus, I have actual British candy.” You held your bag up, hoping he understood your rambling. You figured if you didn’t spit it out your deal in one go, he could get bored with the conversation. He didn’t seem like someone with a long attention span to you. “So, you’ll give me foreign candy if I distract the receptionist?” Murasakibara asked you, cutting to the point of your deal. “Yes.” “Okay.” He said, trying to take the bag. “No, Murasakibara, not until you held up your end of the bargain.” You said, wagging your finger and trying to look as strict as possible, which you couldn’t, because his eyes shining when he was looking at the bag was just so adorable. The two of you walked to the reception, your plan coming into action. You sported a maniacal grin, the rush of going to do something forbidden getting to you. Murasakibara on the other hand, just kept glancing at you and your bag. He was a simple man. “Now, please go tell the receptionist about there being a leak in the male bathroom on the second floor. But try to beat around the bush for a bit, stall her as I grab the keys to the AV club room.” Then, you hurried a tiny bit ahead, slowly passing the school’s reception. You dropped your bag once you were around the corner, waiting for Murasakibara to approach. You spotted him going sluggishly to the receptionist, her long graying hair pulled back into a bun so tight you wondered why her eyes weren’t popping out yet. “Ehm, hello,” he said, as he stood still in front of her, your cue to slowly start crawling back around the corner, praying to the heavens no one else was going to go to the reception during lunch. “Hello. Is there something you need?” The woman asked, curtly. “Yeah, I am coming to report something.” Murasakibara drawled out, as you silently crawled near her and her desk. Your heart was pounding so hard, you could hear your own heartbeat. You were behind her as you heard her ask, “Well, what do you come to report?” “There is a leak.” Murasakibara replied, trying his best to focus on the woman’s face and not on you, as you slowly picked the key of the AV club room from the key rack. “A leak? Where?” You slowly crawled back, trying not to screw up at the last minute. “The male bathroom.” The receptionist sighed, sounding like she was beginning to get annoyed with him as you just crawled past her desk, you could feel your palms beginning to sweat. “Which floor?” You sped up, trying to be as quick as possible. You had made a squeaking sound as you passed the corner, and you nearly let out a ‘shit’ which made you instinctively bite your tongue. But Murasakibara quickly covered for you. “Second floor.” You were breathing really fast by the time you got back to your bag with candy, and you heard the sounds of her standing up. As she left to go see, Murasakibara slipped back to you. Still feeling your heart pound, you wordlessly handed him the bag. “Thanks.” He accepted it, and threw you a long look. You stared back silently, his purple eyes almost seeming to capture your soul. “But you still haven’t told me your name.” You blinked, surprised he actually wanted to know. “it’s L/n Y/N.” He stared at you one more final time before he walked off, munching on your candies. “See you later Y/n-chin.”

#knb #murasakibara atsushi #murasakibara x reader #haizaki shougo #bullying #kuroko no basuke #candy bribery #british candy #teiko middle school

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maemaestrosart · 9 months

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kuroko no basuke: teiko middle school, generation of miracles

I drew this for the color wheel trend in twitter since i wanted to make one and they were the characters that fit perfectly for it!

these are the convos i placed on each tweet XD (june 17-24,2023)

Kise: "Oh, look! Look! Let's take a picture? Okay! Say cheese!!!"

Midorima: "Oi! Get off of me, Kise! You're so heavy, nanodayo!"

Kuroko: "Oh, the ball is here, let me pass it to cleaners... Ah... Did it go too far?"

Aomine: "Oi, Tetsu, you gotta practice your passes more. With me, of course!"

Murasakibara: "Mine-chin... stop stealing my chips...! Momo-chin, you're pulling my hair too much..."

Momoi: "Oh, sorry, Murasakibara-kun! Hm, did you need to discuss something else, Akashi-san?"

Akashi: "Yeah, Momoi-san. What did you mean by these-- Oh no, Kise's about to be hit by the ball..."

the teiko rainbow squad is finally done <3 my favorite charas on any anime ever! theyll always be in my heart, forever.

#i miss them so much like you guys have no idea #delusional still wishing for knb s4 #I NEED THEM BACK YOU GUYS #i actually loved tumblr but i forgot how this site works but whatever #kuroko no basket #akashi seijuro #momoi satsuki #midorima shintarou #kuroko tetsuya #aomine daiki #murasakibara atsushi #teiko middle school #kuroko no basquet #art #my art #kuroko no basket art

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mrsbrandoxxx · 10 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYY NIJI-CAP MY ALL TIME FAVOURITE CAPTAIN!!!!! MY BELOVED RAINBOW CAP 🌈 🏀✨

#nijimura shuzo #nijimura #niji-cap #my lovely captain #teiko #teiko middle school #kiseki no sedai #generation of miracles #GOM #kuroko no basuke #kuroko no basket #kurobas #knb #kuroko tetsuya #kuroko #ono kensho #fantastic tune #SoundCloud

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kirisaki-daichi-scenarios · 1 year

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age 15 | haizaki shougo

tw: mentions of violence and one reference to suicidal thoughts

Haizaki, age 10, is a normal boy. A normal - jokes about farting, unable to sit still for long, wrestling with his buddies after school - boy.

Haizaki, age 14, is a teenager. An irritating - piece of shit, hated by everyone - teenager.

And Haizaki, age 13, is lying in hospital, listening to his mother sob.

It was a streetball match that went wrong. Some older guys showed up to the court, demanded to use the space, but a group of cocky 13-year-olds, high on basketball endorphins, don’t back down to deadbeat 20-year-olds. They suggested that there be a match to decide who could use the court. It must have seemed a great idea to youngsters looking to hone their skills: the chance to fight head-to-head with their seniors.

And it would have been a great idea, could have been the making of a camaraderie between older and younger boys, the formation of mentors and brotherhoods - except Haizaki was too good. He was copying the best of the opposition’s moves; he was sticking his tongue out as he scored three-pointers; he was whooping and cheering and making a V for victory sign, indulging in the joy of winning, as any 13-year-old is going to do.

Except 20-year-old sore losers don't take kindly to a 13-year-old’s joy.

They cornered him as he was about to score again, two guys a head taller than him each. His legs were kicked out from underneath him, elbows shoving him down. One minute he was dunking, flying, and, the next, almost 100kg had crashed onto his head.

It is possible - allegedly, maybe, Haizaki’s no snitch - that one of those older boys then grabbed him by the hair and slammed his head into the concrete ground of that sacred free-throw line. It could potentially be the case that he was spat on, that every inch of his body was kicked till it bruised bright blue, and that his teammates did nothing, too afraid to intervene for someone who, though good at basketball, just wasn’t their best mate. Some accounts of the scenario suggest that they only got involved when the older boys told them to get the fuck off their court. Haizaki was barely conscious; two teammates had to drag him off the court.

Even then, he was still trying to grip onto the concrete.

They dumped him on the grass verge by the road running past the court. It took 20 odd minutes until a passerby spotted him and called for an ambulance. So there was 13-year-old Haizaki, lying in hospital, entire head throbbing, and hurt pride burning inside him. There was his mother, crying as the doctor explained how lucky her son was that the damage wasn’t worse, that the outlook was good.

That wasn’t how Haizaki felt.

Haizaki Shougo, 13 years old, just wanted someone to explain to him how basketball, his deity and life’s purpose, had led him to this point. He wanted to know when the migraine and the ringing in his ears and the blurring of his vision would go away. He wanted to cry and scream and he wanted a basketball to keep him company in that sterile grey room, except his mother refused to allow it in case he hurt himself again.

Was that the first time he called his mother a bitch - the first time he threatened to kill himself unless she brought him that basketball right-fucking-now, as she stared at her son in such horror and disappointment, that it made him actually want to jump out that window?

“Head injuries can induce personality changes,” the doctor had told her.

It was one thing knowing it, and another watching your son change.

Eventually, things improved. The headaches became less frequent, his concentration improved (as much as a teen boy’s concentration can), and he could move as fluidly on the court as he did pre-injury. The court, that is, referring to the local park. He couldn’t use the Teiko basketball courts anymore. He wasn’t a member of the team.

They’d replaced him for a blonde-haired cunt called Kise.

It wasn’t unreasonable, in Haizaki’s mind, that he had gotten angry about that, throwing books across the living room until his mother was so sick of him that she just left the house.

She didn’t care. No one did. Everyone was making light of his love for basketball, so Haizaki started doing the same. Less shooting practice, less drills, more staring brainlessly at the TV until the bright light brought the migraines back. It was just a sport after all. What kind of nerd cared about a sport?

Haizaki, age 14, considered himself a grown-up. He knew what grown-ups were - 20-year-olds who curb-stomped on kids with a bit of basketball talent - and he thrived in this new lifestyle. Everyone hated him, especially his new friends, who disliked him more than most (that was why they stuck around him, as though hoping his awful attitude would rub off on them, take them from being insecure losers to men who were hated to the point of being revered).

Haizaki stole from the stash of vodka his brother, in turn, had stolen from the corner shop. When that stash ran out, he became the one stealing from the corner shop. He started spending his evenings cat-calling, making gestures at women his mother’s age who looked at him like he was the scum of the earth. He became that one student that every single teacher hated, the guy who disrupted and ruined every class he was in.

Every time his mother was called into school, she explained that it wasn’t his fault. He’d experienced a traumatic brain injury a year ago. The impulsivity, the brashness, the temper: they were all symptoms of that. He wasn’t solely a teenager who’d had the worst of him brought out by puberty. It was the injury.

The teachers never took her seriously though. How could they? When he looked at his mother in the eyes, he could tell she didn’t believe that bullshit much either. Hell, even he didn’t know what to believe.

What part of him was him, and what part was the head injury?

So, Haizaki, age 15, stepping into high school for the first time, is a bad teenager. A vile, waste of space, despised teenager.

Haizaki, age 15, has become the villain.

disclaimer: it goes without saying that head injuries do not make people evil and are not an excuse for the various misdemeanours that haizaki gets up to. this fic is simple haizaki apologist propaganda, and should be treated accordingly.

if you enjoyed this fic, you may also enjoy:

an asexual haizaki fic

a very lonely haizaki fic

the kirihaizaki!au series

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mrabbrown · 2 years

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• A S S A S S I N • 🐸

#midorima shintaro #lucky item #horoscope #shutoku #kurokonobasuke #kisekinosedai #generation of miracles #teiko middle school

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kurokonobrainrot · 2 months

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I love thinking about the miracles casually mentioning the wild shit that happened during middle school in front of their high school teams.

Kise : Oh this remind me of the time when we got involved with jewelry store thieves during a festival. Momoi accidentally took possession of their loot.

Kaijo : Excuse me, what ??

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Murasakibara : I love this flavor of maiubo, Mido-chin once stopped a robber on a scooter by throwing the exact same box at him.

Yosen : A driving scooter ?? From afar ?? Ha ha you must be joking, this level of accuracy and strength isn't possible-

Murasakibara : Yeah he ruined my maiubo...

Yosen : THAT'S NOT THE ISSUES HERE WTF

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Kuroko : A couple contest ? This brings back memory, we once participate in a couple contest with my friends from Teiko.

Seirin : You mean the miracles ? As couples ?

Kuroko : Yes, i was paired with Akashi-kun as the wolf and red ridding hood

Seirin : Haha, Akashi as the wolf i can imagine that.

Kuroko : No i was the wolf. Half of them had to cross-dress.

Seirin : Wait seriously, do you have pictures ?? Hey don't disappear finish the story first !!

Kuroko will not finish the story, he will keep the mystery going for as long as he can.

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Aomine : Don't be crybaby you can play with a sprained wrist, Haizaki did it all the time after Nijimura beat the shit out of him.

Too : Come again ??

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Momoi : Akashi has been spotted saving a baby's life by catching them with lightning fast reflexes before his stroller collide with a truck once.

Too : I refuse to believe that

Momoi : Are you saying MY informations and data gathering are incorrect ? :)

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Akashi and Midorima probably have the craziest stories and they'll be unnecessarily vague about it.

Murasakibara casually dropping Teiko lore to his teammates happens a lot in this Drama audio (He mostly talked about Akashi, because of course he would) and this is honestly once of the funniest one.

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I should probably make a separate post about it because it truly is a masterpiece and it 100% deserves it

#generation of miracles #akashi seijuro #kuroko tetsuya #kise ryota #aomine daiki #murasakibara atsushi #momoi satsuki #midorima shintaro #himuro tatsuya #knb #kuroko's basketball #Youtube

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active-mind-15 · 3 months

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I've got some more chronic Akashi brainrot for y'all...

I had re-watched parts of Last Game not too long and I remember the scene after Team Vorpal Swords won when Riko's dad bought a bunch of snacks and drinks for everyone to celebrate. While eating, Midorima asked Akashi (referring to the haphazard way snacks were spread across the table), "Are you sure you're okay with something so sloppy, Akashi?" And Akashi looked at him and said, "What are you talking about? We used to sit around and celebrate like this in middle school all the time."

It really stuck in my head for a reason I kinda mentioned the other day, when I was talking about Akashi's dynamic with Hayama. I won't explain that entire post, but I was mainly discussing how Hayama is touchy with Akashi but Akashi never minds, and the last sentence of my post regarding that was, "Akashi seems to be very unfazed whenever he's manhandled by his Rakuzan teammates which shows that he was never really that uptight about people touching him to begin with and people just assumed he was". This brings me to the main topic of this post: Akashi Seijuro and the assumptions the KNB cast has about his personality.

As I love to point out on this godforsaken app, Akashi has been done dirty by every adult in his life with the exception of his mother. So much of what went wrong in his 3rd year at Teiko was due to high expectations and the idea that Akashi was not allowed to be anything less than perfect at whatever he did, but at the root of all of this are assumptions.

False assumptions that he was able to handle such a heavy workload. False assumptions that he was ready to be captain in his second year. False assumptions that he was coping with stress well. False assumptions that he wasn't already cracking before he even enrolled in Teiko. He was let down so many times by so many people because people assumed he was okay when he wasn't and hadn't been for YEARS.

And I think it's a big reason as to how and why the rest of the Teiko gang unintentionally isolated Akashi back in middle school. They put Akashi on a pedestal and assumed that there was some sort of invisible barrier between him and the rest of the team. In the same way when, during Last Game, Midorima assumed Akashi would stick his nose up at... eating chips and drinking juice with the homies... everyone has this idea that Akashi is more haughty than he actually is? Akashi isn't haughty at all. In fact, the Replace Plus Chapters highlight the fact that he's the complete opposite. This boy saved a baby in one chapter, and as the mother of the baby profusely thanks him, he says "Anyone could have done that." As if he didn't showcase superhuman reaction time and reflexes by pulling a baby out of a runaway stroller coming down a hill at high speed right before the stroller was obliterated by an oncoming truck. 💀

These assumptions make even less sense when Akashi has already shown people how much he doesn't want to be put on a pedestal. Again, back to the scene in Last Game, Midorima assumed Akashi wouldn't be down for the "sloppy" afterparty, but Akashi had to remind Midorima that they'd already done things like that in middle school. Momoi has cute nicknames for every member of the Teiko gang except Akashi, who she refers to simply as "Akashi-kun". Maybe that was her assuming Akashi would never accept being called by a cute nickname. Never mind the fact that he already was being addressed as "Akashicchi" and "Aka-chin" by Kise and Murasakibara, respectively, and then later was being addressed as "Sei-chan" by Mibuchi. And you can't even argue that she didn't want to make Akashi uncomfortable, because Midorima has outwardly expressed before that he didn't wanna be called "Midorin" but Momoi just kept calling him that.

And don't get me wrong, I'm not saying they're shitty friends for doing this. I just think that there was a lack of communication within the Teiko gang, and in an attempt to respect what they assumed were Akashi's boundaries, they unintentionally excluded Akashi from activities that he would absolutely participate in if he had just been given the chance.

This post is long asf so I'll just conclude here, but one of my delusional headcanons for the Teiko gang post-Extra Game is that Akashi becomes more open with them about how he feels and also about wanting to be included in more of their activities, and so he finally gets to experience having a regular hangout with friends like a regular teenager. I just think he deserves that so bad after feeling alone for so many years.

#wee woo wee woo this tumblr user is posting dissertations about akashi again #and i still have a reflection paper to finish before class tomorrow #i hate it here #kuroko no basket #knb analysis #akashi seijuro

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imagine-knb · 7 months

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The GoM have been busy for a while (it could be basketball, school, or something else). They finally check messages from their s/o. They've missed so many and the last one is asking if they want to break up so they can focus on basketball. How do they save their relationship?

Apologies are healthy ʅ(°ヮ°)ʃ Admin Neon

Kuroko

“Please let me make it up to you.” – he spends quite a bit of time texting you back, saying he’d like to meet you at your place to discuss what’s going on between the two of you

when he arrives at your door, Kuroko has a small bundle of your favorite flowers – he’s a gentleman, so of course he’s going to remember which sets are your favorite

spends a long time listening to all of your complaints and all of your retellings of times you’d felt alone because of him; when you finally finish, he’s misty eyed and apologetic

tries his best to make gaps in his schedule that he can dedicate to you, but sometimes messes up and double books himself – he always cancels the other thing to spend that time with you instead

Kise

absolutely the most dramatic about it when he sees you asking to break up – sends you a hundred texts, all of them some form of ‘why would you ask that?’, ‘no! never! not in a million years!’, ‘i love you, i don’t wanna break up!’

when you eventually call him to stop all his mass texts, he’s already crying on the other end of the line – had this been Teiko!Kise, he probably wouldn’t have cared and dropped you, but he’s not like that anymore; he’s grown, he’s matured, and he knows what love feels like now

is the type of boyfriend to say he will do anything to make it up to you and then actually tries his damned best to do it

you want to go on a date right after school tomorrow? sure, Kasamatsu’s going to beat his ass when he’s caught skipping practice, but it’ll be worth it

Aomine

it was a long day and he had not checked his phone all day, so by the time he saw your text, it was already midnight

he would never admit it, but Aomine had been watching too many romcoms recently, so he thought it was a great plan to just go over to your house right now and throw pebbles at your window

Aomine doesn’t care that you looked kind of miffed at the fact he’d woken you in the middle of the night – he tried to ignore the guilt he felt when he saw that it looked like you’d fell asleep crying

“I don’t want to break up with you.” – his voice was too loud for how quiet the night was – “Get down here and let me in. I’m spending the night here with you.”

Midorima

when he sees your text message, there is a small part of him that does wonder if he would be a little more stress free if he were single – he feels ashamed that the thought had even crossed his mind; he’d rather suffer unlucky days for all eternity than break up with you

calls you and asks you how he can fix this – is genuinely surprised when you seem mad that he has to ask, but deep down he knows you are right

with a heavy sigh, he switches tactics and asks if he could come over to your place – “I want to see you. I want to hold you.”

he uses the long walk over to your house to think of all the ways he would make it up to you, starting with all the ways he could show you how much you meant to him

Murasakibara

he texts you once – a simple ‘what do you mean ____-chin?’ – and doesn’t message anymore after that because he’s waiting for your response

is honestly not aware of what could be the problem, so he doesn’t think to message you again or call you, so the next time you guys interact is when he sees you in person at school

when he tries to act normally with you and you give him a bit of a cold shoulder, he finally starts to realize he’d done something to really piss you off

will keep trying to pull you into a hug and when you finally relent, he’ll murmur into your hair – “Just tell me what I’m doing wrong. I’ll fix it, whatever it is.”

Akashi

first thing he is going to do after reading your text message is pause whatever he’s doing to call you – doesn’t matter if it’s practice, doesn’t matter if it’s dinner; he’s going to pause it and he’s going to call you

if you don’t answer, he leaves you a voicemail; if you do answer, he asks if the two of you could talk in person later that night

he does not elaborate any further – he honestly doesn’t think he has to – so he may have accidentally freaked you out with thoughts that he might want to breakup

Akashi is honestly shocked when you arrive already in tears because of your conclusion, but he quickly corrects your wrong assumptions and promises to block off more time for just the two of you in his busy schedule – “Let’s have some time together right now.”

#divider by @skylightlantern #gom #kuroko #kise #aomine #midorima #murasakibara #akashi #knb x reader

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imalwaysinconfusion · 2 years

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“You HUMONGOUS IGNORAMUS”

~Midorima Shintarō to Murasakibara Atsushi

that is a big ass word fam gahlee

#knb #kuroko no basket #kuroko’s basketball #kuroko tetsuya #aomine daiki #kagami taiga #generation of miracles #midorima #murasakibara #kise #akashi #GoM #teiko middle school #teiko era #confusion speaks🦕

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knbmangareread · 6 months

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This school mentality is so unhealthy, the way it fucked up those poor kids make me so angry. They are MIDDLE SCHOOLERS, club activities should be fun, not some anxiety inducing nightmare.

The true villain of KnB is the faceless director of Teiko and the system of the school.

The worst part is that they used to have teamwork, they used to be very close friends, their bond was very strong and deep. But this school destroyed them.

And here we have the first instance of unreliable narrator :

"The other five were fine with that" Wrong. Murasakibara was fine with that. Midorima and Kise just accepted it and they ended up believing it in some degrees but they always preferred when the team was a team. Aomine had enough on his plate to care one way or another. Akashi was absolutely NOT okay with this, he tried to stop it and his failure was the final push that caused him to switch with his other personality.

#generation of miracle #kuroko no basket #akashi seijuro #midorima shintaro #kise ryota #aomine daiki #knb #knb volume 1 #knb chapter 2 #teiko gives you free trauma

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tetsunabouquet · 1 year

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Basic Instinct Part 5

A/N: Finally, part 5! We’re getting closer to the reader and Akashi finally becoming a couple and Akashi is granted another nugget of the reader’s personal philosophy, but there are schemers lurking in the dark. Other then my usual warnings, there are mentions of bystanders who do nothing, in case that’s painful for anyone. Masterpost

Akashi grinned as he saw you approach the team. Rakuzan had just won a practise match against Seiho, and you were practically jumping on the team. "You guys did amazing!" This, was of course a fact, but Akashi couldn't help but feel a little flustered at your bright, excited demeanor. "Thank you L/n-san, we appreciate your enthusiasm." Reo replied with a smile gracing his features. "Are you guys hungry?" You asked, considering the practise match took place just after classes, with Seiho's team having a free day off of school. Apparantly, the school was excused for a few days because of a fire accident during chemistry class which Akashi had used to his advantage, how he knew, you had no clue. This guy really was absolute. Eikichi belted out a big, "YEAH!" as Kotaro nodded quickly. "Good, because I'm treating you all to the Maji Burger. It's about damn time I repay you Seijuro," you said confidently, although your confidence slightly faltered upon seeing Nebuya's enthusiasm. Akashi noticed, of course. 'Her mother definitely doesn't makes enough to cover for his appetite, and of course she's a volunteer who's too sweet to work for money.' "I'm covering for Nebuya." He turned his head to his teammate and added, "You shouldn't take advantage of someone's kindness like that." Eikichi rubbbed the back of his head with a guilty expression on his face. You smiled, totally melting at his generosity, and the fact he just saved you from going completely broke.

After you all ate, Akashi insisted on walking you home. He had noticed a few things about you that dinner, something only a group setting and a public situation like this would showcase. Like how your confidence bordered on fearlessness when you were joking around with Kotaro. You didn't seem to care at all at what someone thought of you. It wasn't just at school where you were in a familiar enviroment with everyone knowing you. Your playful confidence and jokes were a constant, and with his teammates bringing more liveliness to the party, it added fuel to your lovely fire. He wondered how you did that, not being afraid to make a total fool out of yourself. "Dinner was quite fun." He said. "Yeah! Everyone was so nice, and I had quite a good laugh." You replied, your smile bright. "Well, you certainly were the heart and soul of our party. I cannot believe you got Kotaro to dance with you in the queue." "Well, there's nothing wrong with a little victory dance." You chirped. "I'm not saying there is. Just curious how you can muster that confidence." Akashi confessed. "Eh?" You asked him, not believing he of all people was asking you about confidence. You blinked a couple of times, before honestly replying, "Well, it's to do with my life's philosophy." "Your belief in great sorrow and great joy?" "Yeah. It was around the time where I adopted my philosophy, when I had this certain thought. It's true what they say in all those guilt-tripping charity commercials, most people would rather close their eyes to what injustice is in front of them. With your life, with what happened at Teiko, isn't that exactly what people did? I learnt that too, painfully well, with my own mother. You admitted to me you investigated me, yet the neighbor who told you about my mom's actions never did something about it, and there are more. It's what people do," you took a deep breath before continuing. "So then I thought to myself, if people don't want to see what's going on when my life sucks, they shouldn't suddenly open their eyes once I'm happy and feeling alive. Let the blind remain blind. The people who keep their eyes open no matter what are the only people who matter." "And thus you stopped caring for superficial people, including their opinions." Akashi concluded, and you nodded, looking slightly uncomfortable at being vulnerable. "It's difficult to find happiness if you care about everyone else's before your own. That same thought should go for trying to please others by behaving accordingly when following your heart is a harmless thing to do." 'A harmless thing to do...' Akashi thought about it. "Have I ever told you that you are wise for your age before?" "No, you haven't. But thank you." You smiled at the compliment, your eyes casted down as you were to one to feel slightly flustered this time. Akashi smiled at your reponse, and longed to grab your hand. "I'm happy we're friends," was what he said instead. "Me too." You replied softly, and you bit your lip as you noticed you were already at your street. Akashi wished he didn't had to watch you leave, but he swallowed back how he felt, and wished you goodnight. Your big e/c eyes were staring back at his own, "Goodnight, Seijuro." You said, before you slipped into your home. Which has made him feel like he was dying because of mutiple reasons.

1. You were leaving. 2. You wished him goodnight for the first time ever. 3. Your voice sounded so very sweet when you did. 4. You called him by his first name again.

'This girl has such a gigantic power over me, and she doesn't even has a clue.'

Who did have a clue, was his father, who was getting very impatient at the fact his son wasn't home yet. 'She gets him to skip classes, both at school AND home, and he spends the free time he does have on dates with her. He should get a better grip on himself.' The man was silently seething in anger, because this wasn't how he had raised his son. Fujioka, on the other hand, was watching on with a pit of dread forming in his stomach. He feared for the young master's return. Not because he was worried for the young master's safety, but for whatever punishment would await him when he'd get home. The boy already had such a workload, and whomever the girl he was seeing was, she seemed to try and save whatever was left of the young master's childhood. The boy should be a boy. Fujioka-san knew, that whilst his master didn't like your influence, Shiori-Sama would have approved of it. He couldn't help but look forward to the future, when a kind mistress would be the lady of the house once more. So when Akashi finally arrived home, he preprared himself. 'I'll defend the young master and his blossoming love from Masaomi-Sama. It's what Shiori-Sama would have wanted, and I was her servant first.'

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teamatsumu · 9 months

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: ̗̀➛ his.

kise needs to prove to haizaki that he can’t steal you from him.

pairing: kise ryota x reader

word count: 1,887

✎ suggestive themes, self doubt, angst if you squint

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Kise had known that the outcome of winning the Kaijo vs Fukuda Sogo match wouldn’t be good. But he had expected Haizaki to resort to his usual violent tendencies. In fact, he was almost hoping for it at this point, after seeing what exactly Haizaki was trying to do as part of his revenge. He hadn’t anticipated this at all.

He glared at Haizaki across the table as he conversed with you, talking about the “good old middle school days I spent with Ryota-kun”. Kise nearly barfed at the words, knowing not one sentence that left his rotten mouth was true. He didn’t expect you to know that though. You were listening in intrigue, munching on your lunch and smiling at certain points of Haizaki’s (completely fabricated) stories. Kise felt his hold on his chopsticks tighten, jaw clenching in repressed anger. His leg shook under the table to try and allay some of his anxiety. It was not working.

It was supposed to be a nice, spontaneous shopping date when he had picked you up at your place this morning. He needed new basketball shoes, and it was the perfect excuse to drag you along. He wanted to take every opportunity to spend time with you now that you were officially his. In his mind, this was your first official date after he had asked you to be his girlfriend.

Kise had liked you from the minute he saw you in his class. You had made the transition from Teiko Middle School to Kaijo High way easier for him. You had been kind and befriended him early on when he asked for your help on a particularly difficult Math question (he knew the answer, he just needed an excuse to talk to you). You had enthusiastically agreed to help him, and the rest had been history.

To Kise, you were special. You didn’t care about his athletic pursuits or his modeling career. While you supported him wholeheartedly in all his endeavors, they didn’t define him. And he loved that about you. You were different to him than the usual girls who flocked to him, attracted by the glitter and glam and unable to see the boy underneath. Had it not been so early in your relationship, Kise would wax poetic about you every opportunity he got.

But this was new. It was new and fresh and so, so delicate. He couldn’t risk unintentionally pushing you away. Not when he had just got you.

And so the fear gripped him as he watched you laugh at something Haizaki said, realizing that he could very easily lose you to the man sitting in front of you right now. He had done it before, after all. It wouldn’t be difficult for him to woo you. He had run into the two of you while you shopped, greeting Kise like a long-lost friend and introducing himself as Kise’s old best buddy before Kise could get a single word out. He didn’t even have time to process what was happening before Haizaki was inviting you two to have lunch with him, to which you excitedly agreed, claiming you wanted to know Kise’s old friend, And you were always so kind. How was he supposed to explain to you that Haizaki was a snake? How was he supposed to drag you away without coming off as an asshole? You would probably tell him that he was being too harsh. You always saw the good in people.

You had seen the good in him, hadn’t you?

Kise felt a nudge at his side, turning his head to look at you seated by his side. You were looking at him worriedly, eyes wide and lips pursed in apprehension.

“Are you okay, Ryo-kun?” Your voice was so soft it naturally made his stiff shoulders loosen. He let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

Across the table, Haizaki was smirking dangerously on him, a glint in his eye that told Kise all he needed to know. A claw gripped his heart, throat knotting as the fears of his middle school days encroached on his mind.

Your gentle touch on his arm made him finally move, standing up so abruptly it startled you. You blinked owlishly up at him, and he felt almost bad for doing this, if not for the sweat building up on the back of his neck.

“Can we leave, Y/N-cchi? I’m feeling a bit under the weather.” He tried to keep his voice steady, pointedly ignoring Haizaki’s burning stare. You nodded hastily, standing up and giving Haizaki a smile that made Kise want to scream.

“I guess we have to cut this short, huh?” Haizaki lumbered to his feet, giving Kise a grin that was so fake it took everything for him to not roll his eyes. “We should meet up more often, Y/N-chan, I have so many other stories about Ryota you would love to hear.”

Over Kise’s dead body.

He had reached for your hand, gripping it tightly in his own before throwing a glare at Haizaki, turning to walk out with you in tow. He had used your first name, and addressed you with an endearing honorific. After just one meeting. One conversation. Was that all it took?

“Ryo-kun, slow down!”

Kise blinked and stopped walking, turning to look back at you. He gasped and dropped his hand when he realized how tightly he was holding it, feeling his neck and ears heat up in embarrassment. He gave you a sheepish smile.

“Sorry, Y/N-cchi,” he rubbed the back of his head. “I got carried away.”

You sighed and took his hand again, looking around before leading him to an empty bench down the street. You sat down and patted the spot next to you, waiting for him to seat himself before you began to talk.

“You want to tell me what’s going on?”

Kise stared at you for a bit, gulping in what he assumed was a discreet way. “What do you mean? Nothing’s going on.”

Your face was blank as you looked at him, raising a delicate eyebrow in a way that clearly said that’s bullshit. Kise almost laughed.

“You were clearly uncomfortable around Shogo-kun. From the minute we met him, you’ve been quiet. It’s not like you.”

He didn’t hear a word past Shogo-kun. How long had it taken for you to start calling him anything other than Kise-kun? Haizaki had already made more progress in an hour than he had done in months.

“Ryo-kun?” You leaned towards him, and Kise felt every muscle in his body scream. He was panicking, he knew it. It seemed like all his confidence had suddenly gone down the drain. He felt the urge to run far, far away so he didn’t have to witness you spend a single happy minute with Haizaki. And even though Haizaki wasn’t here, Kise felt like the man was hanging over him like a shadow.

“Oh, Ryota, Y/N-chan.” This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t be real. He watched Haizaki walk up to where you both sat. “You guys are still here. I thought you left, considering Ryota was feeling…… under the weather.”

That fucking tone. Haizaki was mocking him. Kise felt something simmer in his chest, feeling anger that he hadn’t felt since his last tough basketball game. You were looking between both of them in confusion, at the intense staring contest he had going with Haizaki. Kise felt bad, dragging you into this mess just because he won a basketball game. In the grand scheme of things, and compared to you, that win was nothing. Had Kise known this would ensue, he would never have provoked Haizaki or even played in the game.

“We were just leaving.” You stood up, pulling Kise out of his thoughts. Your stance was purposeful and closed off, which made Kise bite the inside of his cheek with worry. Had he freaked you out? Were you upset?

He wordlessly got to his feet and followed you when you tugged on his hand, feeling anxious that this would somehow ruin things between the two of you. A mere ten feet of walking later, you turned around abruptly, looking up at Kise with a heated stare that made him freeze.

“Kiss me.”

Kise’s mouth fell open in shock, eyes so wide he felt like they were ready to pop out of his skull. “H-huh?”

“You want to show him that I belong to you, right?” You leaned closer. “That’s what all the glaring is about. Well, do it. He’s watching.”

Kise instinctively turned his head behind you to see, and sure enough, Haizaki was standing right where you two had left him, only a few strides away, watching both of you, hands stuffed casually in his pockets. He smirked when their eyes met. Kise realized that in that moment, Haizaki probably thought you two were having an argument.

He felt his chest burn in anger.

The next second he turned back to you, one hand reaching up to hold the back of your head and the other on your waist, pulling you in until your lips were meeting in a searing kiss.

He nearly pulled away in surprise when you kissed him back just as aggressively, hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, standing on your tiptoes and tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Kise nearly moaned, winding an arm around your waist until your body was flush against his. The people walking past you two faded away from his mind, and he felt his core tighten at how good you felt.

You had never kissed like this. In the handful of times that you had, it had been soft and hesitant, testing the waters, giggling and laughing as you exchanged gentle pecks after a good date. You had never arched into him like this, never sighed and hummed or tugged on his hair until little tingles ran through his scalp. He relished in the feeling of you, in the soft give of your hips under his hands, tongue running over your lips until you opened your mouth and let him in. Kise groaned long and low into your mouth, at how pliant you were being. His cock twitched in his trousers.

He turned you slightly and opened his eyes, still kissing and licking at your lips, eyes laser focused on the person behind you. Haizaki’s mouth had dropped open, and he looked pissed off as he lifted his hand, showing Kise a middle finger before turning and walking in the other direction.

Kise smirked and closed his eyes, both arms wrapping around your frame and kissing you harder, longer, not caring at the weird looks you were attracting.

He kicked himself for ever doubting your love, for ever doubting you and your devotion to him. It took so many months, but that meant one thing; you two had entered this relationship with complete trust and comfort, and a fake, one hour conversation with some random guy wasn’t going to mess that up. Haizaki could try over and over and it still wouldn’t work. This was one thing he couldn’t steal. And the way you whimpered into his mouth when he bit at your lip proved it.

You were Kise’s. No one else’s.

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mrsbrandoxxx · 1 year

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#AKASHI SEIJURO #AKASHI BIRTHDAY MONTH #SEI-CHAN #RAKUZAN #CAPTAIN #KISEKI NO SEDAI #TEIKO MIDDLE SCHOOL #TEIKO #GENERATOON OF MIRACLES #GOM

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aesthetic-is-life · 4 months

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GOM Headcanon

Kise

He has very dry skin. He follows his skin care religiously

He has both a huge prize AND degredation kink.

Every thursday he goes to Caribbean dances and has a regular partner for the bachata

He got a degree in something with fashion and marketing. Still working as a model and influencer during the college years.

After he goes works with his sisters in their fashion company

He and Midorima fucked few times between the Teiko and the High school

He's a little bit of a whore (especially at the club half drunk)

Absolutely adores to give orals. Yes let me suck you off sir please

Very good at it

Had a huge crush for Aomine during Teiko, but nothing happened

His romantic relationship never last long (monogamy problem)

He is poly

Feels trapped in a monogamous relationship

Very closed to his sister in the adult age

Vegetarian (vegan at home)

Has a little tattoo for each miracles (like a frog for Midorima, a cherry flower for Momoi..)

Akashi

Lactose intollerant

Aroace King (kise told him about ace people and Midorima confirmed the existence)

Degree in philosophy

Sojio professional player just for saying he has a job (not really need one)

After the winter cup he had pretty bad episodes of depression and eaten alive from his guilt.

But with the power of friendship (Mibuchi had called the miracles for and intervention) and therapy he got better

He would need a heavy session of consensual BDSM (he subs)

He and his dad ignore each other basically

Didn't took well the death of his horse, and after that doesn't want any more pets

He and Midorima suggest books each other

Doesn't drink, but can handle alcool pretty good

He play golf with the mother side of the family

Totally an addicted to

Only the Gom knows that he was diagnoed DID (dissocative identity disorder)

He would be a perfect menwife

Doesn't like to drive

Midorima

Doctor bccouse his daddy told him to

He and Takao got married at some point

His best man was Akashi

His dad was kind of homophobic, but had a change of heart

For each birthday he does the the natal chart of all the Gom + takao and Kagami

Can't hendle alcool (no at all, like half beer and he is WASTED)

Takao is an architect and he designed their house

Doesn't talk before his coffe

Morning person (after the coffe), Takao is not

Still listen to the oroscop every morning and brings the luck item (Takao is forced to have his too)

Has a thing for dirt talk (Takao doesn't complaint)

Still play piano and composes song for Takao

Would like to have a kid or two

Rei Ryugazaki (from free!) are cousins

Every sunday the have a lunch with the over miracles in their home

Aomine

His career in the NBA (because yes he entred) has benn pretty short for injuries

so he come back in Japan and makes the delivery for the flower/ plant shop of Sakurai.

in the US he and kagami lived togher, but they were in diffrent teams

He adoped a dog he found on the side of a road

Really like beers of all kind and flavors

Decent cook

He and Kuroko fucked everywhere in Teiko. But like everywhere, not corridor, bathroom, storege room or class was safe (they enjoyed)

He and Kagami had drunk and angry sex in the US times

Prefers women (boobs)

As an adult he went to therapy and understood what was wrong during the last years in middle school (depression time)

He and Momoi are big fan of horror movies

Very warm person

Can't stand gloves

Kuroko

Cold hands

He and Kagami moved in together, but neither of them belives in marriege

Kuroko would love a cat, but Kagami is allergic

He works in a kindergarten

and come home full of drawings of the kids

Doesn't want to have children though

Exhibitionist kink

Having sex is a park in the middle of the night

Kagami usually cooks and he drives

Brings his kindle everywhere with him

He smokes a little (like two or three cigarette per day)

Murasakibara

Chronic back pain and at the joint because he grew up too fast

Acne and bad skin in general because he eats to much chocolate and sweets in general

Became a pastry chef

He, Himuro and Kagami opened a nice coffe shop

The type with cultural events, book crossing and stuff

Doesn't really like having sex. He finds it really tiring

He and Himuro have an open relationship

Ass eater king. Not a big fan of penetrative sex because he dosent't want to hurt Himuro with his huge cock.

Has a little aquarium and adores stares at the fish

Can't swim

He got diabetes at some point

Momoi

She got a degree in statistic and after a very high paid job

When Baribe went out, she and Kise went all pink

In her highshool years she did something with some girls, but she found it pretty wet. Prefers small and cute boys

Seirously considering breast reduction surgey

She and Sakurai are together

They have an adorable little dog

When Aomine was in US they used to videocall every fucking day

She and Kise are the queens of gossip

Never had smth physical with Kuroko

Very good at videgames (had a youtube chanal)

especially the shooting ones

Wears high heels at work

Adores cherry

Allergic to something stupid like kiwi or apple

During college she made a lot of female friends

Pretty dominant in bed

Good at drawing

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