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hc that Kagami cannot and I mean CANNOT win at monopoly. Especially if he's playing against someone like Akashi or even Kuroko. Lady Luck has blessed him to be a baller but has also blessed him to go into debt at the hands of everyone else. He also manages to land in jail every five rounds without fail.

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all 38 illustrations by fujimaki from the replace novels because i cannot believe i had to buy them in 2022 to find out about the imayoshi ones… lol! you can view the full album here

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knb doodles

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been thinking about Him lately…

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Rakuzan High | Kuroko no Basket S3 OP3

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kaijō high vs seirin high: kise ryouta + perfect copy

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✰ Kuroko no Basuke: LAST GAME ✰ Team Vorpal Swords ✰

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[09:20 A.M.] [continuation of this]

“hey! gotcha somethin’,” you smile as you slide the paper cup across the coffee shop’s table. “just how you like it.”

aomine looks up from his phone, raising an eyebrow at how smiley you could be at nine in the morning. “g’morning to you, too,” he mutters, gratefully taking the cup from the table as he nods at you in thanks, bringing it to his lips.

aomine wasn’t a big fan of coffee when entering university. he really had no need for it, depending most of his energy on his nutritional diet and an occasional sports energy drink here and there. but when you tugged on his sleeve that first day you discovered the hidden coffee shop – you like to consider it hidden since more students favored going to the starbucks on the other side of campus – he had to indulge in what you called ‘liquified magic.’

you slide in the seat across from him, pulling out your books and lay them flat on the small table. you’d just come from your eight a.m. (yuck) class and aomine was killing time awaiting his ten thirty one. he’d easily be in bed, catching up on sleep he didn’t get over the weekend had it not been for you being his personal alarm clock, buzzing his phone with texts full of emojis and exclamation marks.

it became a routine for you and aomine to share monday and wednesday mornings at the coffee shop on campus. you don’t quite remember how the tradition started, only that it began pretty early on in college. of course, neither of your schedules stayed the same – aomine’s was always pretty similar since he was a student athlete who had meetings and practice at roughly the same time across the semesters – so the hour you were in that coffee shop always changed.

aomine thinks that this semester is his least favorite for coffee in the morning.

“did you write your paper for your econ class yet?” you ask before taking a bite out of the powdered donut you ordered as a breakfast.

“almost finished,” he huffs, “i just need someone to look it over, i’ll prob’ly just ask midorima or something.” when he looks back at you, he watches you make grabby hands for the laptop sitting in front of him.

“i’ll do it!”

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1/2 [GoM + Kagami ] WHEN THEY PRETEND TO BE YOUR BOYFRIEND

Part One: Kagami, Kuroko, Murasakibara, Aomine

Warning(s): stalking/stalkers, creepy behavior

A wave of uneasiness washed over you when you could feel eyes boring at the back of your head, footsteps drawing near that matched your pace. You tried losing them in a stream of people, turned various corners, but they were still at your tail. Now you were scared, and helplessly looked around for any sign of escape.

You spotted a person not too far from you, and approached them. Your last resort. Anything to get this person off your back.

You stopped in front of him, and you cleared your throat loud enough for him to hear. As soon as he looked at you, you braved through your nervousness and asked a pretty bold question.

"Can you pretend to be my boyfriend? Please?" you asked, desperation evident in your voice.

KAGAMI

• He was dumbfounded at first, and looked at you with the most confused expression. "Hah?"

• Then his mild annoyance melted away seeing your form trembling a little. He looked around for any sign of the creep, and found them behind a car, glancing at you every once in a while.

• "That's them?" You nodded your head, and he felt uneasy at the tears gathering at the corner of your eyes. Kagami told you in the most comforting voice he could muster. "J-just follow close behind me." You nodded again, and hid behind him as he squared his shoulders and approached the person.

"Hey, you." The stranger by the car whipped their head at his direction and audibly gulped, obviously intimidated by Kagami's towering figure that loomed over theirs. The redhead stopped a feet away from them, and they slowly started backing away from the menacing aura he was emitting. When he spoke, his voice was dangerously low. "Got a problem with my girlfriend?"

With a feverish shake of their head, the stranger almost tripped on their feet as they bolted away.

The both of you heaved a sigh of relief and you walked in front of him, the smile on your face making his stomach flutter. "Thank you, and I'm really sorry for the trouble."

"D-don't sweat it," he mumbled, palming the back of his neck, the tip of his ears turning pink. You hummed and tugged his shirt, pointing at a nearby fast-food restaurant. "Let's go grab a bite over there. My treat, of course."

"No really, you don't have to—"

"I insist."

As the wind fluttered in your hair and the sun kissed your skin, making your eyes shine a million times brighter, he couldn't bring himself to refuse.

KUROKO

• Precious bean was ready to throw hands, and searched for the said person who was leaning against the tree right across the court.

• "Would it be alright if I hold your hand?" asked the gentleman, and you nodded, which led him to take your hand in his, squeezing it in assurance every once in a while to let you know he's there, and he won't let anything happen to you.

• He didn't look intimidating in the slightest, but you've got faith in him. His determined look says so, and looks like a pretty trustworthy person in hindsight.

• You hid behind him as he approached the stranger with an air of calmness that almost scared you, his hand never leaving yours. You were left with the impression that he can beat any person's ass up, and you gaped at him with admiration.

"Hello, there." The stranger looked at you, his eyes going to your intertwined hands, and back at you. You went behind Kuroko, his shoulder obscuring your view of the stranger.

"Can you please leave my girlfriend alone? You're making her very uncomfortable." The softness of his voice had a serious edge to it, and you felt his hand squeeze your trembling ones.

"Didn't know that chic had a boyfriend. I don't believe this bullshit one bit—"

"I have already called the cops, and they're on their way right now. If you don't leave my girlfriend alone, you're going to be in trouble." Kuroko cut off, and the stranger chuckled cheekily. "Your bluffs won't work on me, dude."

Coincidentally, a siren blared at the distance, alerting the stranger. They cursed under their breath and glared daggers at Kuroko before sprinting away.

"They're gone now, miss," Kuroko told you, and you threw your arms around his shoulders, squeezing him close. "Thank you, thank you. I owe you one!"

He flashed you a warm smile and patted your shoulder affectionately, a subtle blush dusting his cheeks. "Thank you for trusting me."

MURASAKIBARA

• He wordlessly looked at you in disinterest, and you anxiously fidgeted with the box of macarons as you waited for his answer. But it was clear as day that he wasn't going to play this charade with you.

• You weren't going to give up, though. "I'll pay you with anything you want...within reason, of course." you added the last bit quickly, not wanting to dig yourself a deeper grave.

• The purple-haired male sighed, and stared pointedly at the treat in your hands. You noticed, and raised it up to him. "Well...you can have this..." Then you swerved the box away from him. "If you fulfill your end of the deal."

• "Fine..." he groaned, almost a whine, and cast a look to where the student was hiding behind a tree. When they made eye contact with Murasakibara, they visibly bristled, which made you steal a glance to the male beside you to see a shadow passing over his eyes. 'Okay, wow, they're taking this seriously for a box of macarons, huh?'

• You watched in amusement as Murasakibara marched over to where the student was hiding, but they already bolted before he could reach them. You blinked in surprise, and felt the box being plucked from your grasp. "Hey—!"

• "What now?" He grumbled, and you sighed in resignation. "Nothing. Enjoy; you deserve it. I made them myself...I hope they're not too bad." A kind smile adorned your face as Murasakibara stuffed his face with macarons, humming in delight.

"Can you make more of these for me?"

"Anything for my savior."

AOMINE

• His once bored eyes gleamed a bit in interest, glad to have some thrill after another unbearably boring day. He found the hooded perpetrator peering behind an alleyway, and you instinctively clutched Aomine's jacket, taking him by surprise.

• "That's them..." You whispered, your voice filled with trepidation.

"Stay close behind me," he instructed, and you nodded obediently, shimmying on his back. He sighed through his nose and cracked his neck, the sound resonating in the quiet streets.

• Aomine would steal glances to make sure you were still there, and you flashed him a nervous smile every time, making him look away in embarrassment. He wanted this over with just as much as you, so he can finally go back to his magazines back home.

• Once the both of you are near the alley, Aomine hastily handed you his bag and rolled his shoulders, his lips stretching into a smirk. "I'm pretty pissed right now, buddy, so you're doing me a huge favor. You should know better than to mess with my girlfriend."

• The stranger scrambled out of the alley and bolted across the sidewalk, bumping into people along the way. You heard Aomine click his tongue, disappointed with the lack of action, and you handed him his bag. "Thank you, and I'm sorry for taking much of your time."

"Yeah, yeah." A mischievous look passed over his face, and your breathing hitched when his smirk returned, not as dangerous as it looked when he confronted the stranger, though. "Got something for me in return, doll?" He teased, amusement flickering behind his hooded eyes as you thoughtfully looked around.

• Your eyes brightened when you spotted a bakery, and pointed to where it was. "Let's go over there, my treat!"

• He couldn't bring himself to say no, not when you were looking at him with practically stars in your eyes that was enough to enthrall anyone including him. Especially him.

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kise brainrot I

do y’all ever think that kise only talks about himself with his crush. like… he only talks about his photoshoots, basketball games, interviews. basically anything that has him in the center of attention. but there’s a reason. because this dumbass doesn’t know what else to talk about with his crush other than himself :”] every topic he’s rehearsed immediately leaves his grid the second he sees his crush. poof. gone. nonexistent. mf malfunctions. then the only thing his brain can scramble to talk about is himself. he bangs his head against a table in the inside dw. it’s literally so sad… kasamatsu has seen this scenario play out too many times to count.