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mercuriians · 3 months

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synopsis ☆ you're forced to confront your feelings for aomine when your plans go wrong at a party.

content info — angst to fluff, some hurt/comfort, fem! reader, mutual pining (reader & aomine are both idiots), little bit suggestive at the end. also, as a WARNING, this work contains references to underage drinking so if that makes you uncomfortable then please don't read this.

word count — 3.1k words.

author's note — first full knb fic i've written!! yeahhh i got carried away so oops. wasn't really sure how to end it but i hope it's alright either way. while i was writing this fic i was listening to take a chance with me and lowkey by NIKI, so if you want to feel the vibes of the story then u should listen to those songs, they're amazing i promise. hope u guys enjoy this!!

"you know, ahomine, this entire thing was your fault."

you aim for your words to be sharp, accusatory, and scathing, filled with the type of poison that conveys just how irritated you felt at the moment; they’re intended to withdraw some kind—any kind, actually, since it’s aomine you’re talking to—of guilt or acknowledgement from the boy, or at the very least a sign that yes, he was the one who deserved the blame, and every ounce of it too.

however your objective falls short, and there’s a thought that irritatingly lingers at the back of your unusually sluggish mind: that, really, you weren’t exactly free from fault either. but it isn’t like you want to admit that because even the boy next to you knows the extent of your obstinacy and pride.

it’s a shame, and it’s quite ironic too, that your words are ultimately what betray your integrity. the way they come out breathless, slightly slurred, and definitely nowhere near scathing says more than enough.

earlier, you might have drunk a bit more than you were supposed to.

but to be fair, it was kise's seventeenth birthday. knowing how passionate he became whenever the subject was about parties or having fun or legitimately just having the spotlight on himself, the celebration turned out to be rather wild, to say the least. though when you had all five—technically six—members of the miracle generation gathered in the same area, as well as some of their respective teammates, the pandemonium was likely the only thing you could even anticipate. besides the heavy stench of testosterone of course.

see, your original plan was to spend the night quietly spectating the crowd. you never really liked parties, and you never really liked all the chaos that it brought. what you did like, though, was watching that same chaos unfold before your eyes. you even prepared your childhood friend to be by your side when it all went down, with his fluffy baby blue hair and his innocent, perceptive gaze never straying too far from where number two sat contentedly, playing with a rubber ball.

"how long do you think it'll take before kagami and aomine get into a brawl?" you had mused, hiding your amused grin behind your hand as you watched the two basketball players get into an argument over what the next song would be.

all the while, you hoped that kuroko didn’t see the way your eyes dipped towards the area of skin that aomine’s shirt haphazardly left exposed.

luckily he didn’t seem to notice. either that or—this was more likely—he was kind enough not to comment.

"ten minutes." kuroko had stated bluntly, answering your question. as it turns out, he wasn't far off from the mark.

so, for the first half of the party, your plan worked. you sat by the corner, languidly drinking from your cup of apple juice while you chatted with kuroko about anything that came into your mind. everything was fine, things were going well on your part, and at some point, you even sang along to the cheesy pop music that the speakers blasted.

most of all, you managed to avoid aomine.

but to put it frankly, shit hit the fan the moment the clock hit eleven. a bit surprisingly, the instigator wasn’t aomine, or takao, or even the golden birthday boy himself. no, it was sweet, exuberant momoi.

looking back on it, maybe your surprise was unreasonable. this was the same girl who could make eerily accurate predictions simply based off the statistics she collected from the court, and with you being a basketball player yourself, you knew just how scheming momoi could be when she really wanted to. that, and the fact that she happened to be another one of your childhood friends.

yeah, you probably should have realized that she was plotting something.

yet the realization never dawned on you. not when she offered you three consecutive cups of sake and claimed that “it’s to help you loosen up!”, not when she managed to pull you away from kuroko, not when she proposed the stupidly cliche spin the bottle game, and definitely not when she forced aomine to sit directly across from where you were.

after watching a few hilarious and awkward rounds, it was only inevitable for you to be the one spinning the bottle, and it was only inevitable for the damned thing to land on the one boy you were hoping to skip. and no, not because you hated him, but precisely because you simply couldn’t. it was impossible to not like aomine, even with his laziness, arrogance, perversion, and occasional playboyish tendencies. the truth was that behind every flaw of his, there were just as many positives, whether it was his obstinate loyalty or his unwavering honesty or his genuine respect for those who earned it.

so no one could blame you for the way your breath caught in your throat when aomine held your gaze and when he eventually began to make his way over. “this okay with you?” he asked nonchalantly as if this was a light, casual matter, and as if he didn’t care at all. yet, there was a slight, barely noticeable tightness in his navy gaze. had you not known him for years now, you likely wouldn’t have picked up on that small detail.

but as small as it was, really, it was anything but. and with your heart beating just a bit faster, you knew exactly why.

you nodded your head wordlessly, your lips parting, your eyes meeting his, and your message being spoken and understood through that eye contact alone. aomine leaned in, and you closed your eyes.

his lips were chapped, and his hand felt rough and calloused against your skin, but you felt a trail of fire prickling through your body anyway. quicker than you would have liked to admit, you found yourself falling deeper. you hoped, for a brief, flickering moment, that aomine felt the same. maybe, within his mind, there were thoughts of you.

swirls of past memories, like when you two would play basketball together, sweat dripping down your faces, soaking the fabric of your clothes as you focused on not letting him score; fragments of the future, like what it would be like to attend college together; and wishes for the present moment, like maybe how he wanted you to be his, just as you've wanted him to be yours since the last year of junior high.

you pulled aomine in closer, fingers digging into his collar. the logical part of your mind shrieked, voice raising in volume the longer you pressed your body against his, but you shut the thoughts out.

very, very vaguely, it occurred to you that the alcohol made your heart beat faster, made your spirit burn recklessly in a way that you hadn't known before.

for better or for worse, aomine noticed too.

and the moment you regained all sense of control, you realized that you no longer felt the weight of his body, or the warmth of his lips. bright lights flooded your vision as you opened your eyes. aomine stood a foot or two away, his shirt a bit crumpled from where you had gripped the fabric.

there was a certain kind of look on his face, but the problem was that you were unable to decipher it. this was the first time you couldn't read him.

fear settled into your bones.

had you just ruined everything between the two of you? not just the chances of ever dating him, but your friendship as well? should you have kissed him in the first place? what kind of person did he think you were now?

what had you done wrong, and why did you ever even accept those drinks from satsuki?

suddenly the room was full of too many people, and there were too many sounds and the lights were starting to blind you and damn it you couldn't even hear yourself think. in the heat of panic, you found yourself running, murmuring mindless apologies to whoever you almost crashed into.

you didn't stop until you reached kise's balcony. it was small, barely enough for three people to fit in, but the fact that you were able to taste the crisp june night air was enough.

unfortunately, it turned out that you only had a few minutes to spend alone with your thoughts. before long, the sound of the glass door sliding open disrupted the silence. you closed your eyes, praying to whatever was above that it wasn't the one person you wanted to avoid.

"wow, you really don't want to talk to me, huh?" a gruff, low voice dryly remarked. well, shit.

your eyes flew open. "i—uh, aomine," you cleared your throat hastily, "what did i.. did i say that out loud?"

"sure did," he confirmed. you heard him walking towards you before you saw him slide into the narrow space on your left. cautiously, you snuck a glance; his expression seemed to be unbothered, but knowing what happened ten minutes ago, you wouldn't risk a bet on it.

his eyes met yours. "you've been acting off," he remarked.

you refrained from rolling your eyes, like it wasn't already clear enough. "yeah, well, the sake that satsuki gave me was.. um, expired." you lied, and quite messily too. "made my stomach feel weird."

"she made me check the expiration date before her mom bought it," aomine deadpanned, and for the umpteenth time that night you wished that the floor was kind enough to swallow you whole. "and your stomach seems fine to me."

"well you wouldn't know that," you shot back, somewhat angrily. "and why did—how did satsuki even get her mom to buy alcohol in the first place?"

"her mom was the one who suggested it," aomine shrugged. despite the twinge of surprise that you felt—you weren't exactly sure if an adult was allowed to buy alcohol for seventeen-year-olds—it was quickly washed away and forgotten, overshadowed by the look that the boy suddenly gave you.

"so, are we gonna keep dodging the topic or what?"

your shoulders sagged, your arms crossing over your chest instinctively. "what is there to talk about?" you muttered.

"look, between the two of us, you're definitely the smarter one," aomine stated bluntly. "so quit actin' like you don't know what happened back there, (name)."

a heavy sigh escaped from your lips, frustration welling up within your chest all over again. you found it quite difficult to even breathe at the moment. "i don't want to do this right now," you stated. "so please just leave and we can pretend like—"

"that's the problem right there," aomine interrupts, an unprecedented twinge of emotion filling his voice. it was anger and frustration akin to yours, yes, but there was something else—something that you could reluctantly guess stemmed from a place that he'd kept hidden until now. "you keep avoiding me like i'm the damn plague or something. i didn't even do anything wrong, and if you feel like i did, then i can't do anything about it because you're not telling me shit."

and that right there brings you to the present moment, the buildup to the storm that's about to wreak havoc and tear up the land.

"you know, ahomine, this entire thing was your fault." you hiss, every ounce of your feelings pouring out without abandon. it's messy, it's unorganized, and it's raw; maybe none of it even makes sense, or maybe all of it does. you don't bother trying to wrap your head around it because there's no use in doing so.

for once, you don't think, and you let your words spill out like water from a broken faucet.

"it's your fault because you made me feel this way about you, even though you're one of the laziest, rudest, and most obnoxious people i know, not to mention that you read those perverted magazines. but you're also one of the most loyal and genuine, and i know that you would never lie. not on the court, and not outside of it, either. and that just—a-all of it frustrates and confuses me because we're polar opposites. you say whatever's on your mind, and you don't care about what people think about it. i can't do that."

you take a moment to breathe, to slow down, and to collect your scrambled train of thought. "i think that's why i don't tell you things like this. i'm probably drunk right now, but i think you want someone who's as unafraid as you are, someone who takes charge of the situation instead of being in the background. the only time i can be bold is when i play basketball. because then it's just—"

"just you, the ball, and the person in front of you," aomine finishes. surprisingly, his tone is soft, even understanding, and you look up to meet his gaze. "i know how that feels."

"it's like nothing else matters when you're on the court," you whispers, and the boy next to you nods. "all of it is simple. it's nothing like having to deal with your emotions, and having to understand them."

"you're right about that," aomine agrees. there are a few, shocking beats of silence that ensue, both of you seeming to ponder on your individual thoughts. "but, you know, the way you kissed me back there said a lot."

your face flushes pink. "yeah, i know," you mumble, turning your head away as you rest your arms against the railing. there's an uncomfortable feeling that sinks into you, just being aware that aomine knows how you've felt about him for years. you don't remember ever feeling as exposed as you do now.

"you're a good kisser," he comments somewhat offhandedly. "makes me wonder how it'll feel like to do that again in the future."

you pause.

your mouth drops open. "huh?" you stammer embarrassingly. "you can't joke about this, aomine—"

"look at me," he interrupts, softly but firmly. with hesitation swirling within your mind, you raise your head to meet his sapphire eyes. there's no trace of humor, or scorn, or sarcasm anywhere on his face, however. in fact, the seriousness exuding from his expression feels undeniably out of character.

and yet he's never looked as breathtaking as he does now.

"i hate saying this, but i think satsuki really did succeed this time." seeing the confusion on your face, aomine explains, "i tried pretending like i didn't have feelings for you either, because like you said, it feels weird. i guess ignoring them was more convenient for me, too. but, satsuki being satsuki, i guess she got bored of us being idiots and pulled this entire thing together."

"she's an orchestrator," you mutter, astonished. "wait, so, this means that you like me too—i'm not hallucinating?"

"nope, your ears are working perfectly fine." he states. "i've liked you ever since you broke my ankles and put me on my ass back at teiko."

overcome with surprise and glee—none of this feels real, still—you can't help but snort. "weren't you pissed when i did that? i mean i remember kise drooling over me, and akashi-kun giving me a compliment, but you were definitely upset." fond memories flash within your mind as you remember the sheer embarrassment and anger on a thirteen-year-old aomine's face.

"and i was, believe me," the boy chuckles. "but that was the first time a girl played against me and won. usually, they would just crowd around me and ramble about how hot i was. it was an unexpected change, but it was nice. kind of turned me on, too."

the last part almost causes you to choke on your saliva.

"such a pervert," you accuse him, a tint of pink staining your cheeks. "i don't even wanna know the thoughts that filled your head."

"i was thinking about how great of a girlfriend you'd be," aomine grins, stepping towards you. he reaches out, his hand moving to fix the strands of hair that covered your face. "and how pretty you'd look wearing my jersey."

"we can talk about that later," you swallow, looking up at him through your lashes, the party long forgotten. "right now, all you have to think about is kissing me again."

"that's easy," he retorts, his strong arms circling around your waist protectively. aomine leans down, his eyes slowly sliding shut, and his distinctive scent—cedarwood, smoke, and a hint of sweat—washes over you as his lips slot against yours.

unlike before, the kiss isn't frenzied or desperate; still, it maintains an air of passion, which both of you can clearly feel. his hands are curious, wandering and tracing areas all over your clothed body, almost as if he's trying to imprint them into his memory. they finally rest comfortably on the small of your back, with your own hands perched on his broad shoulders.

sneakily, he bites your lip, prompting a small, sharp whimper. your mouth opens invitingly, and his tongue sneaks in, swirling around your own.

when you pull away a little while later, you find yourself panting. your chest heaves with every breath, and your knees start to feel weak. "and you say i'm the good kisser," you say breathlessly, reaching up to give him one more peck.

"well i wasn't lying, was i?" he raises his brows slightly, making you giggle. "i had to stop myself from going even further."

"nobody said you had to stop," you whisper under your breath, catching him by surprise.

"trust me, i didn't want to," aomine leans down again, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. "but we're both a little drunk right now."

his words bring you a renewed sense of clarity, or at least something resembling it. he's telling the truth, really; doing anything reckless under the influence of alcohol is quite far from being a good decision. "and i thought you were supposed to be a delinquent," you tease him harmlessly.

"even delinquents use their brain sometimes, (name)," he rolls his eyes. "besides, i'm starving right now. i wanna eat some of the onigiri that kagami made, even though he gets under my skin."

"he's a really good cook," you sigh in admiration, examining aomine's expression closely, "and he's handsome, too.."

he scowls. "watch it," the boy warns, "don't say anything you're going to regret later."

"sorry, daiki," you apologize with a grin. "it's just fun to tease you."

"whatever," aomine mutters. "tomorrow, i'll get my payback."

#kuroko no basket #knb fanfic #knb aomine #aomine daiki #aomine x reader #knb x reader #knb x you #aomine fluff #kuroko's basketball #i love him #✎— ❝devon writes❞

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nyxxxx-onepieces-dragun · 3 months

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Aomine Daiki with B, F, K pls i’m begginf…

boba anon 🧋

A/N: Yay! finally a KnB request! *happy noises* ty for requesting this mika aka my boba anon :3 ask and ye shall receive!^^

Aomine Daiki x NSFW Alphabet (afab reader btw)

Body part

His favorite body part of his I think is his hands, he likes how big they look compared to your own and how he can literally just grab your head and play with it like a joystick, his favorite body part of yours? your tits ofc, he also likes how your tits look in his hands, squeezing the pillowy flesh with intense focus, he feels like a kid in a candy shop when he finally gets to hold your boobs hehe

Favorite Position~

His favorite position is mating press, he likes being as deep as possible inside of you bullying his big cock inside of you all while keeping his Characteristic smirk on his face, also likes being in reaching distance of your boobs, and talks you through your 5th orgasm in the meanest most teasing way possible <3

Kink

okay, this is practically two in one but thats not the point, Praise kink+degrading kink= Aomine, he's very very mean in bed but will keep you wanting more with the sweet nothings he whispers into your ear while raw dogging you from behind.

Yay I hoped all of my wonderful Lovelies enjoyed this! it isn't much but I cannot get Ahomine out of my damn head ugh Reblogs and reposts are welcome and much appreciated js credit me! mwah <3

Link to NSFW Alphabet: NSFW Alphabet.

Tag list!: @santsukii @kyokikia

#nyx <3 #nyxwrites #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basuke x reader #aomine daiki #aomine x reader #Aomine daiki x y/n #the Aomine brainrot is real yall #nyxanswers

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kagaomine510 · 9 months

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Common point Aomine and Kagami:

They have been the light of Kuroko

They have played with Kuroko

They met Kuroko in the Maji Burger and gave him a burger

They made a one-on-one against Kuroko after they met him

They have an animal instinct (panther and tiger)

Each won against the other

They have a hobby related to the sea (surfing for Kagami and captured crayfish for Aomine)

They have the same size for the foot

They grew up with street-basket (Kagami in America but he has preferred playing with an ex-pro player)

They went in the zone during the same episode

They went in front of the door in the zone (but Kagami entered it and Aomine didn’t)

They work if they’re not basketball player is related to helping other people (police officer and fireman)

They play at the same spot

We saw them play against Kise Ryouta

They made a one arm hug to each other

They dodged a punch from Haizaki

They have dark hair tips

They played with the number 10 (only one time at Teiko)

Kise named them with the ending “cchi”

Their team played in final against Rakuzan

They’re bad at school

They get angry easily

Fans named them with a nickname to represent their stupidity (Bakagami and Ahomine)

They’re tanned (Aomine more than Kagami)

They hurt themselves during the Intercup

They have a best friend who is related to basketball (Kuroko and Momoi)

They are the second tallest player in their team

They have a female in their team

They have the same smile when they play at 100%, Kuroko said

They’re born in August

Their best friend was in Teiko (still Kuroko and Momoi)

They’re an only child

They take the same order in Maji Burger

They’re easy to read, Kuroko said

They have a red colour on their jersey

They fall asleep when they’re thinking

They have the same size in clothes

(I’m French so this post might not be write very well I’m sorry for that)

#aokaga #aomine daiki #kagami taiga #aomine #aomine x kagami #kuroko no basket #kagami #kagami x aomine #common point #knb #knb imagines #knb aomine #knb kagami #knb ideas #knb ideas for fanfiction #kuroko's basketball #kagaao #Aokaga ideas

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maddyguru · 11 months

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ahhhh omg ur like the only one i know who does dark content for kuroko no basket im so glad i found u

aomine with his little sister, its very much known that he's a boob guy and him being the pervert he is takes advantage of her... i can just imagine him glancing at her chest from time to time or maybe even 'accidentally' touching her (◐∇◐*)

He would grope her whenever he wants honestly 💀

Maybe spy on her, or forget glancing, he'd just STARE RIGHT AT HER BOOBIES until she's embarrassed but he's clearly not 🤣

Ahomine would definitely tell her something stupid like, "massage oniichan BC he's not feeling so good after the training." And she would dumbly crawl to him and stand behind his back, ready to massage him, only for him to push his elbows towards her titties and rubbing the pillowy asset 😭😭😭😭😭

Yep, aomine would demand a tit job too 💀

#tw.dark content #knb #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basuke #aomine x y/n #aomine x you #aomine x reader #tw.incest

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tatakaeeren · 11 months

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Choose between Murasakibara and Aomine?

Oh easyyyy haahahha my ahomine 😂

#Murasakibara and I are practically the same XD hhahaha #always snacking - slow - childish - lazy - chill hahhahahaah #Aomine was my first sports anime crush 💖#thanks for playing!

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justfifi · 1 year

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Love Languages

[You can find it on AO3]

What Love Languages would the K-Squad have? > Reminder that this is all my headcannons and they are not canon to the story! Happy reading though! ^^

Kagami Taiga: Words Of Affirmation

I think that there will be people who think that Taiga's love language will be Physical Touch since he grew up with Alex but I feel that it's because that he grew up with Alex, he wouldn't have Physical Touch as his love language. Plus he's very straightforward with his words!!

Reasons why I think his love language is Words Of Affirmation(+ headcannons!!):

- First off, Tetsuya would call Taiga, 'his light', so I think Taiga would call Tetsuya, 'his shadow', in kind

~ "Kuroko!" Taiga shouts after they win another game.

"Hai?" Tetsuya looks over as he wipes his sweat with his towel. His light blue eyes are met with the blinding grin of his light but his light's next words made his eyes widen.

"You're my shadow!" Taiga sends his clenched fist out for a fist bump.

Tetsuya parts his mouth in surprise. His shadow... He thinks in his mind but a small smile creeps onto his face. "And you're my light, Kagami-kun."

- ALSO HAVE YOU SEEN HOW DEPRESSED HE SEEMED WHEN TATSUYA SAID THEY WEREN'T BROTHERS ANYMORE??? It's pretty clear that the title of "Brothers" between Taiga and Tatsuya was very important to Taiga

~ "Even still, Tatsuya, you're still my brother," Taiga said, as he faintly touched the silver ring around his neck.

"I told you to stop calling me that," Tatsuya said, but he couldn't tear his eyes from the evidence. From the evidence that proved that they were once brothers.

Taiga only smiles sadly, an expression that shouldn't be on his face, Tatsuya thinks.

- Imagine his speech to Seirin after he leaves for America, if he even had a speech. I headcanon that he literally says anything on his mind and it's something along the lines that he doesn't regret being in Seirin and how his time in Seirin was unforgettable. Taiga would ramble on about how much his senpais taught him and after he leaves, they just start comically crying before they're so proud of how far their kouhai came??

~ "And, well," Taiga scratches his flushed cheek in embarrassment. "I enjoyed my time here!" He goes into a straight bow, rendering the others surprised. "Thank you for letting me be in Seirin! I will never forget what you guys taught me." Taiga rises, as he throws the bag over his shoulder. He lets his head bow, before saying farewell and leaving the gym.

Silence overtakes the entire gym before Riko hears sniffling. When the brunette turns around, Shinji(Koganei) has begun sobbing with his usual :3 face except his eyes has just dissolved into water whilst Rinnosuke(Mitobe) is hiding his face in his hands. "Seriously!" Riko says, even though she could feel tears swelling in her eyes. "Why isn't anyone on this team a man?" She said, when Junpei(Hyuuga) lets his head hang to hide his red eyes, when Shun(Izuki) is saying another corny pun about tears, when Teppei(Kiyoshi) is trying to calm the first years, who started bawling.

"That stupid red-head!" Junpei just says as he clenches his fist. "How dare he say something so inspirational right when he's leaving?!"

Teppei wipes his eyes as he pets Junpei's back. "It's okay to admit that you miss him already, Junpei,"

"Shut up Teppei!"

- He would constantly compliment Tetsuya's skill and even compliment the other Generation of Miracle's skill, just not in front of their faces... So Tetsuya just records Taiga's rambling of compliments and sends it into the GOM group chat(that they created after they made up, this group chat doesn't have Taiga-)

~ Kuroko Tetusya Sent One Voice Recording:

"And Kise, you know? He's really strong for a member that joined late in the Generation of Miracles. I really want to fight him one-on-one again." Taiga's voice is present and clear.

"What about Aomine-kun?" Tetsuya's voice comes through louder than Taiga's.

"Oh that stupid ahomine?" There is silence and a bit of rustling before Taiga speaks again. "He's strong, I'll admit. But he has such a cocky personality!" More silence. "I'll fight him still! I gotta prove to him that I'm a worthy opponent. In fact, I'll prove it to all of them. They're all strong, so I'll be pretty excited to fight them anyways."

"Is basketball all you think about, Bakagami?"

"Why are you calling me Bakagami now?! And no! I don't just think about basketball!"

"Then why do you always bring up fighting the Generation of Miracles when we talk about them?"

"Because they're an inspiration of what I want to be! They're the reason why I want to be stronger! Why wouldn't I talk about that? They're teaching me things through our one-on-ones."

"Is that so?" There is a hint of amusement in Tetsuya's voice.

"Yeah I mean-... Why are you smiling now?"

"No reason, Kagami-kun." The recording ends.

- The Generation of Miracles spams Tetsuya, questioning him on what he was trying to say with the recording but Tetsuya doesn't answer because he's too busy making Taiga compliment him subconsciously.

- Alex cries when young Taiga says that she was the best teacher that he had ever had. Tatsuya never lets Alex live that down but then it backfires when Alex teases him about how much young Tatsuya was smiling after young Taiga kept calling him his brother.

- ANYWAYS, TAIGA'S LOVE LANGUAGE IS WORDS OF AFFIRMATION AND I WILL STAND BY THIS BECAUSE "YOU'RE MY LIGHT" AND "YOU'RE MY SHADOW" IS SUCH A CUTE INTERACTION BETWEEN TAIGA AND TETSUYA!

- Taiga saying "I love you" platonically to everyone is just: <333

Kageyama Tobio: Acts Of Service

[CW: Anxiety Attacks|If the description seems off, you can always tell me! No author grows without feedback.|]

Since I headcanon Tobio as a sort of touch starved character, I feel that he wouldn't try to initiate Physical Touch. Also his inability to communicate is so apparent in the anime and manga, so I suppose that he wouldn't be to keen on Words Of Affirmation. I say that his love language is Acts Of Service, because he does little things that helps his team!

Reasons as to why Tobio's Love Language is Acts Of Service(& headcanons duh-):

- Tobio would absolutely send tosses to Shoyo whenever Shoyo is in a bad mood because he knows how much Shoyo loves volleyball. And he cares for the orange-haired even if he doesn't want to admit it.

~ "Oi, boke!" Tobio shouts when he finally sees the tangerine enter the gym. He's still pouting. Tobio doesn't know what made him like this, but like hell Tobio's going to let him stay like that. "Get over here!"

"What do you want, Bakayama?" Shoyo jogs over, a frown apparent on his face.

"Let me toss to you," Tobio said. He sees Shoyo light up.

"Ehh?! Really?" The latter begins to jump up and down, exercising his legs. "What are you waiting for then, Bakayama?" Shoyo said, a grin beaming on his face. "I'm ready!"

Tobio sees this and lets a small smile take over his face. "I know," He says, as he tosses the patterned ball to his teammate.

- Since we've never seen Tobio's parents and never seen Miwa before the timeskip, I headcanon that Tobio can actually cook pretty well! Not only could he cook, he could also bake. So as a 'thank you' to Kei for teaching him(and whenever he sees the blond boy struggling with something), he bakes a strawberry shortcake for him! Baking for someone is a form of Act Of Service, right??

~ Tobio has been observing him for the past 30 minutes and Kei was starting to get annoyed.

"Is there something you want, King?" Kei asks him, a forced smile on his face. Tobio furrowed his eyebrows. "Perhaps you want me to tutor you again?" He says.

"Nothing." Tobio said, leaving Kei in the club room.

Kei clicks his tongue. "Seriously... what's his problem..." He mumbles to himself.

As the day passes, Kei is considerably pissed when he falls asleep, saying something along the lines of just bracing till tomorrow morning. As the sun rises, Kei is still ticked off when he enters the club room to change for morning practice. It's only when he notices a cake in his locker that he stops frowning.

"Who..."

"What's up, Tsuki?" Tadashi enters the room as Kei glances over, holding the small strawberry shortcake in his eyes.

"Did you make this?" The green-haired boy looked at him like he grew two heads.

"Tsuki, you know I can't bake. The last time I tried I nearly burnt down the entire kitchen." He deadpans at Kei.

"Right, still don't know how you set the oven on fire."

"Hey!" Tadashi pouts, before staring at the cake in Kei's hand. "So who made that?"

"Don't know," Kei dismisses as he changes alongside Tadashi. As he makes his way to the gym, he tries the cake. A small smile plasters his face. Not bad. He thinks, unaware of the blue eyes that followed him.

Tobio hides his smile with the volleyball.

- Tobio helping Tadashi and Hitoka with their anxiety attacks because he knows just how bad it feels.

~ Hitoka pulls her knees into her chest as it gradually thumps faster.

Tadashi ran right next to her. "Yachi-chan! Can you hear me?" He yells slightly, his pupils shaking at the sight of the smaller girl covering herself in. Yachi...! Oh no... What should I do? What can I do? I'm not suited for this! "Yachi-chan? Hello?" He feels the girl shake as her breathing gets even more erratic. "Yachi-chan!" No. No. No. No. This isn't right! Is it? What should I do?!

Tadashi doesn't notice his own intense shaking and his fast-paced breathing matching hers. He doesn't notice a figure crouching down until he feels a hand on his back. The figure moves their hands in a motion that comforts the two.

"Yamaguchi, Yachi," Someone moves their hands to their chest. Tadashi and Hitoka feel a steady beat, thumping under their palms. "You're alright." The soothing voice calms them, but it's not enough. "Can any of you tell me what you feel?" The voice beckons.

The green-haired shaky voice goes first. "Y-Your clothes," His mouth goes dry. "Uhm, your hand on my back."

Hitoka's tiny voice speaks up. "The gym floor." Her response was barely a whisper. "The wall,"

"You're doing good. Can you try to match my breathing now?" They attempt to follow along to the heartbeat that they feel. When they couldn't they tense up but it is smoothed over with his voice. "It's okay, you're doing well. Let's try it again."

Eventually, their breathing evens out. Hitoka opens her shut eyes and the brown eyes widen at the sight in front of her.

"Eep!" She scrambles against the wall, her eyes blinking wildly as she takes in the fact that Tobio was sitting in front of them with their hands on his chest.

"Kageyama-kun?" Tadashi said when he opened his eyes. The said boy had his eyes closed, unaware of the entire team's stares at him. "You... Did you help us?"

Tobio opens his eyes and nods.

"Thank you," Hitoka says, her voice a little watery. "But... how did you know what to do?"

Tobio stays silent before replying, "I used to have them and I taught myself how to calm down so I thought that the same methods would work on you guys,"

Tadashi smiles gratefully. "It worked," He said, letting his hand squeeze the other. "Thanks, Kageyama-kun."

Tobio nods once more.

- Coach Ukai notices this whenever he helps clean up the gym even when it wasn't Tobio's turn and rewards him with head pats because yes. And Takeda notices when Tobio offers to massage him because Tobio thought that his back was going back after doing all that bowing and begging.

- Koushi and Daichi notice it as well after Tobio makes little treats for the members but he did not receive any(Seriously... Can this kid be any more oblivious?)

- All of them slowly finds out that the one who made those treats were Tobio, and they feel so touched because he made it for them the morning after their bad days

Kyan Reki: Gift-Giving

Reki's love language is gift-giving because he makes little trinkets that he then gives to his family and his friends. In canon, he technically made Langa his own skateboard! And then I imagine him making upgrades to everyone's stuff and then giving it to them because he doesn't actually think they'll wear it(they do end up wearing it!)

Other reasons why his love language is Gift-Giving(and more scenarios!):

- Just imagine him making a bouquet and giving it to Hiromi(Shadow) because Reki thought the flowers reminded him of Hiromi! Also Reki with flowers is just beautiful in its own way.

~"You're giving flowers to a florist...?" Hiromi was confused by the red head's action.

Reki blushes red in embarrassment. "I completely forgot you were a florist for a second, but I really thought that these flowers suited you!" He said, pushing the flowers into Hiromi's arm. "If you don't like them it's fine! I finished what I was doing here anyways!" He turns around and runs down the streets.

Hiromi nearly cackles at the boy's face before he remembers the flowers and looks down on them. "Hmm... yellow and orange tulips accompanied with white dahlias," Hiromi opens the book of Floriography and widens his eyes. He lets out a laugh. "Seriously that kid!" A light smile was carved on his face as he took out a vase and placed the flowers inside of it.

It is said that whenever you walk by Tulip, you will see an orange-haired florist either admiring the orange flowers in the vase or tending to them. There is no in-between.

- Him redesigning Kaoru's mask because Cherry Blossom's plain black is not enough for the red head!

~ Reki has been working on this mask for days now and he is now regretting his decision.

"What if he hates it?" Reki confesses to Kojiro. "JOE, what if he doesn't like it?"

"Kid," Kojiro takes the boy by his shoulders. "I saw the design and it looked amazing! If that four-eyes doesn't like it, then he has bad taste and you should just make something for me instead."

"Gorilla, what are you trying to do now?"

"Cherry!" Both Reki and Kojiro let out, surprised by his sudden appearance.

"When did you sneak up?" The latter asks.

"I wasn't sneaking up. I guess you were just too invested in trying to force him to make you something."

"I wasn't forcing the kid to make me something!" Kojiro throws his hands up. He then faces Reki. "Listen kid, this is your chance," Reki gulps. "I'm just going to go over... there," He points into the direction of a bunch of ladies. "Come to me if he refuses!" He said, waving the two goodbye.

After Kojiro leaves earshot, Kaoru turns over to Reki. "Heard you have something for me?" He beckons.

"Yeah, I do actually," Reki fidgets.

"It can't be any worse than the gorilla's gift to me," When Reki gives Kaoru a confused look, he elaborates. "He gave me a VIP ticket to a gay bar." Reki stifles a laugh. "He thought that since I wasn't interested in girls, I was interested in men." Kaoru sends a glare over to the green-haired. "He's not wrong but I didn't want it so I ripped it up in front of his face." Reki couldn't contain his laughter. "What I'm saying is that you don't have to worry about anything, you can just give it to me, I won't mind,"

"No use hiding it now," Reki shakes his head as he takes a box from behind his back. "You don't have to use it, I just thought it would look cool on you!" He scrambles to say when Kaoru didn't say anything after opening the box.

Kaoru could feel a smile forming on his face and he was ever so glad for his own mask. "Nonetheless, it would be terrible manners if I don't try it on." Turning his back to Reki, he takes off his old mask and puts on the new one. "Not bad." He said, when he felt the soft fabric touch his face. "I like it,"

"Really?"

"Yeah," Kaoru smiles, ruffling the boy's head. "I like it."

And apparently Kaoru liked it so much that he ends up wearing it all the time when he goes to "S".

- Reki does end up making something for Kojiro and it just so happens to be an apron decorated with the sun tattoo that Kojiro has and a skateboard.

~ Reki opens the door to Sia La Luce as Kojiro pops his head out of the workroom.

"Reki?" Kojiro questions when he recognizes the boy. "What are you doing here? Don't you have part-time job or something?"

"No part-time work today!" Reki says, as he slides into the counter seat, making sure that the bag that he came in with was out of sight. "So I came for lunch,"

"'Course you did," Kojiro said. "What do you want?"

"Ramen!"

"This is an Italian restaurant you little-!" He still ends up making shio ramen for Reki. When Reki finishes the ramen, he reaches for the bag.

"JOE,"

"Hm?" Kojiro said, without looking up from washing the dishes.

"I got something for you,"

"Oh?" Now he looks up, interested in whatever Reki had in store for him.

"You don't have to wear it! But I thought I would give you something too!" Reki says as he hands the bag over. Kojiro looks in and pulls through a maroon apron with his little sun tattoo in the corner and a skateboard on the bottom right. "I wanted it to match what you already have..."

"Reki... You are so talented!" Kojiro beams at him.

"Huh?"

"I'm going to wear this from now on! Wait! Let me go try it on, stay right there." Kojiro leaves and then returns a few minutes later wearing the apron. "How's it?"

"Um, you look great?" Reki says uncertainty.

"I do, don't I?" Kojiro said as he picked up the end of the apron. "It's because of your handiwork, kiddo. Good job on this." Kojiro pats the boy's shoulder and he sees the kid grin back.

- Reki making Langa and Miya plushies! A snow monster plushie for Langa and a cat plushie for Miya.

~ "Here you go!" Reki said as he handed the plushies to them.

"Reki... Is this..?" Langa looks expectantly at Reki and is answered with Reki's grin. "I love it!"

"Hehe! I sure hope so! I worked hard on making it for you,"

Thank you, Reki." Langa smiles at him and Reki blinks in surprise before nervously chuckling in response.

Miya stares at his cat plushie silently. The red-haired boy notices. "What is it, Miya? You don't like it?"

"Why are you giving this to me?" He asks.

"Why can't I?" Reki answers. "You're my friend! And I wanted to make something for you. If you don't like it, I can change it to something else-"

Miya hisses at him when he tries to reach for the cat plushie. "Who said I don't like it! I was just wondering the reason..."

"So you like it?" Miya realizes what he said and turns red.

"No! Shut up, you slime! I'm just taking it because it would be stupid not to," He said, but he also embraces the cat plushie.

Reki laughs and ruffles Miya's hair which results in Miya trying to scratch him again. Thank god... Reki thinks as he watches them smile at their gifts.

- Reki buys a handcuff and gives it to Ainosuke in his ADAM form, telling him to kindly get himself into jail. Tadashi has to stop Ainosuke from ordering another beef with Reki.

- Reki makes lunch bentos every morning and makes sure that they are all in his family's backpack. Him buying his little siblings favorite snacks and putting them in their room because big brother Reki is just <33!!

Bakugou Katsuki: Acts Of Service

Katsuki would definitely be Acts Of Service because he has a hard time expressing his words in anything that's not insults and he doesn't like Physical Touch because his sweat is highly toxic, as it acts rather similar to nitroglycerin. He would be Acts Of Service because he would probably try to express his feelings in ways that are not obvious.

Reasons as to why Acts Of Service is his Love Language(+ Extra):

- I'm pretty sure Katsuki canonically helps the Bakusquad study and even if it's not canon, it's such a cute headcanon!

~ "Crap...!" Mina groans into her hands at the end of class. "How could Cementoss just drop such a bomb on us?" She said, "My average!"

"You have it better, my average is already in the failing grade," Denki comically cries into Hanta's arm. "Serooo! Help me!"

Hanta pats the blond. "Kaminari, just because I'm passing in his class does not mean I am capable of tutoring others." Denki gasps as he pushes his head away from Hanta's arm.

"Betrayed by my best friend! How could you do this to me!"

"I thought I was your best friend," Eijiro said. Denki looks over and drapes himself over the red-head.

"Kirishima is my only best friend now!" He declares as Eijiro chuckles.

Katsuki passes by his desk and slaps the back of Denki's head, which results in an 'ow' coming from the boy. "Shut up, dunce face!" He scowls. "Come to the common room at 5 PM. Bring your textbooks." He said, staring at all of them and then he left.

"D-Did..." Mina stared wide-eyed at Katsuki's back.

"Did the almighty Bakugou Katsuki just offer to tutor us?!" Denki finishes for her. Eijiro sighs and Hanta shrugs his shoulders.

"I'm just going to go," Hanta said. "Wouldn't want my tutor to get mad at me for being late!"

"Same," Eijiro agrees. He turns to the pink-haired girl and the yellow-haired boy. "You guys coming?"

The two shook out of their thoughts, stood up and replied simultaneously. "Yeah!" The group left the classroom and walked into the dormitory.

When they took the test next week, all they showed to Katsuki was the highest score they've ever gotten and Katsuki would deny them if they ever asked him if he was proud of them.

- Katsuki cooking for his classmates is also something he would do! Despite them being children, I feel that they might forget to eat meals sometimes and for such a healthy and organized person as Katsuki, that was just no good.

~ "Don't these extras know that if they don't eat they won't be able to work efficiently?" Katsuki frowns as he stomps into the kitchen and opens the fridge. It takes awhile for him to take out the ingredients and prepare all of them. Cooking for 19 other students was not an easy task.

He ties the apron around his waist and begins cooking. Slowly but surely, he could hear footsteps descending from the stairs and soon Katsuki could feel the stares on him. Dumbasses. He thinks, trying to hide his smirk when he hears them whispering to one another.

Shouto enters the kitchen. "Bakugou, do you need help?"

"Hah?" Katsuki doesn't spare him a glance but Shouto could see that his eyes narrowed. "I don't need your help in the kitchen, Icy-Hot. Just go set the table," He said, focused on cooking this stew.

"Okay," The heterochromatic boy nods before taking some plates and then going to the table and placing them down. The other students followed his example as they took the utensils and set them onto the table. As each classmate takes their seat, Katsuki finishes.

"Here extras!" A frenzy grin on Katsuki's face. "Eat it all up," He said, and all the classmates dug in.

"This is so good!" Mina exclaims as she takes a spoonful of the stew.

"Of course it is!" Izuku beams. "Kacchan made it!"

"Shut it, nerd,"

"Meanie Kacchan," Izuku pouts, but everyone knows that they were just teasing one another.

- Our little pomeranian making sure that everyone was okay after a villain attack and helping Recovery Girl because he knows first-aid much better than the idiots of Class 1A.

~ "Ow! Ow! Ow! OW!" Denki screams as Katsuki tightens the bandage. "Kacchan-"

"Don't call me Kacchan."

"-You don't have to be so rough on me!" Katsuki clicks his tongue when Denki whines.

"Go sit over there," Katsuki gestures to the classmates that have already been patched up. As Denki begrudgingly moves, Katsuki calls the next one, "Four-eyes!" Tenya limps over and takes a seat in front of him. Katsuki scans over the injuries and curses under his breath. "Seriously, would it kill for you guys to f*cking pay attention to your surroundings so you don't get hit by flailing wires." He mumbles.

Tenya overhears and chuckles. "Sorry Bakugou, I was too busy evacuating the civilians. I will be sure to follow your advice next time!"

"Good," Katsuki said, before checking over his work in bandaging the wound. "You're good, now go. I got other patients."

"Yes!" Tenya leaves as Katsuki calls up the next student.

Recovery Girl glances over, watches as Katsuki wraps Izuku's entire arm in bandages and then flicks the green-haired boy off, and smiles to herself. What a kid... She thinks, as she heals another patient. He doesn't realize he's such a great friend, does he?

- Katsuki helping out the girls when Minoru bothers them, carrying their shopping bags begrudgingly, and the only person knowledgeable enough about periods to be the heat pack for the girls.

- Him helping Hitoshi getting into Class A but in return, Hitoshi has to use his quirk on him. Katsuki calms Hitoshi before he gets too scared to use his quirk.

- Katsuki and the kids(Eri, Kota, Mahoro and Katsuma) bonding because its cute. Technically, he's babysitting them on the behalf of the other adults but bonding is a cuter word.

Kuroba Kaito: Quality Time

Kaito's Love Language would be quality time because he knows how it feels to have something stripped away from your future when you thought you would have forever with that person. He would want to spend time with his friends, being there for them, and making memories with them because Kaito knows how dangerous his night-job is and wants to leave some happy memories behind.

Some Reasons why his love language is Quality Time(and scenarios!):

- Kaito taking(*kidnapping*) Aoko and her father out to hangout because they are the last bits of family he has left, especially after his father died and his mother is distant.

~ "Aoko! Nakamori-keibu!" He shouts at the door and waits with a cheeky grin on his face. A few moments later, a freshly awakened Nakamori Ginzo opens the door. The older one rubs his eyes and then blinks in surprise.

"Kaito-kun?!" Kaito responds with a grin.

"Hey there! Is Aoko awake?"

"Not yet," Ginzo responsed. "Come on in," Kaito gladly takes the invite as he takes off his shoes, leaving them at the entrance and makes a beeline straight to the kitchen. "Why are you here, Kaito-kun?"

"I'll be kidnapping you guys today!" He said with a cheery voice as he took a few eggs out of the fridge and some other things. "Wake Aoko for me please," Kaito asks as he cooks breakfast. Ginzo looks at Kaito, shrugs and then leaves to wake Aoko.

A few minutes later, a ruffled Aoko walks down the stairs drowsy and sleepy. The moment she sees Kaito, she pounces on him. "Bakaito! What are you doing waking me up so early on Saturday?!"

"Ow! Ow! Aoko! Stop that!" Kaito tries to pry her off. "I just got tickets to an aquarium and wanted to invite you guys," He says at last. Aoko stops grabbing his ears and stares down at Kaito.

"Is it the newly opened one?"

"Yeah," Aoko jumps down, rushing to her seat as Kaito rubs his ears with a light wince.

"Could've told me early!" She said, as she chews on the fluffy scrambled eggs. Ginzo takes his seat and beckons Kaito to sit as well. Kaito complies as he sits between Aoko and Ginzo.

"You know Kaito-kun, you should give the ticket to someone else-"

"No!" Aoko and Kaito said in unison, as Ginzo was taken aback. "We're taking you with us, whether you like it or not!" Aoko pouts, crosses her arms, staring down at her dad. Ginzo sweatdrops and agrees at the end. Kaito and Aoko share a clap and as soon as they finish breakfast, they're off to the aquarium.

The trio had a good time and Kaito took enough pictures to last a lifetime.

- Kaito hesitantly agrees to Akako's idea of shopping with him and they actually spend a day every month acting like normal teenagers, not teenagers with secrets that burden them.

~ Akako dragged the black-haired around, constantly pointing at certain things that she sees through the windows. Sometimes, they stop and actually enter the store only to come out empty-handed.

"That's a magical item, you know?" Akako whispers to Kaito. Kaito raises an eyebrow as he follows her finger's direction until it lands on... a fish.

"GYAHHH!" He screams, as Akako giggles like a maniac. "Akako!" He pouts, glaring at her, as he trembles. The navy blue-haired witch laughs, before wiping the tears that formed out of her eyes. "How could you do that? I trusted you," Kaito squats to the floor, head buried into his knees. When he doesn't respond after a few seconds, Akako grew worried.

"Kuroba?" She asks. He doesn't react and her red eyes glanced around, a bit frantically. When she crouches to meet Kaito at eye-level, Kaito takes his head out of his arms and grins at her.

"Boo," He said, as Akako widened her eyes before narrowing them in disdain.

"I can't believe you," She huffs out, crossing her arms when she stands. "I actually thought you were crying,"

"Aww, thanks for caring, Akako! But I have grown far past the crying stage," Kaito replied as he stood up and brushed a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Besides, this is payback for scaring me." He smiles, before walking off into a random direction.

Akako sighed but she should have realized that this was what she signed up for when she asked him to come shopping with her and then scaring him. Watching Kaito's back, she feels strangely relieved. I wonder what else you have for me. Akako smirks, her palm hiding it. When Kaito turns around, she forces a poker face and watches as Kaito gestures towards her. She started walking towards him as he waited for her.

When they're right next to each other once more, Kaito starts up a small talk, keeping Akako occupied, as the two set off to walk around once more.

- Despite Kaito's dislike towards Saguru, he has to admit that the detective was a good person and a good challenge. And he's not going to let him go sick a day before his heist, so he'll stay with him, whether Saguru knows it or not.

~ Saguru sneezes again after Baaya takes his temperature. "How's it?" He asks, sickness clear in his dry voice. Baaya shook her head disapprovingly.

"You shouldn't have played in the snow, botchama," Baaya shows him his temperature. Even through the blurriness in his eyes, he could see the blaring 104 degrees. He groans, as the sweat drips down his neck. Damn it, Kuroba! Was this his way to prevent me from going to the heist? He thinks, as he coughs. Baaya hands the boy his medicine, in which he takes it without much complaint.

"You can go now, Baaya," Saguru dismisses her as he lays uncomfortably on his bed. After a few minutes, he drifted into dreamless sleep.

When he wakes again, he feels even worse. And the voices behind the door don't do his headache any justice. "C-Come in," He stumbles over his words, when Saguru tries to sit up and drink some water.

"Oh my, botchama!"

"Jeez Hakuba!"

Amongst the 2 voices, his eyes widened at the second. "Kuroba-kun?" He questions, squinting to try and see the boy. Kaito comes into view a few seconds later when he's right in front of Saguru's face. "What are you doing-" Saguru coughs, his chest shaking. "-here?" He finishes.

"To deliver your homework, Hakubastard," Kaito says, but he's worried. Was Hakuba really that sick? He wonders, before trying to compare temperatures with their foreheads. Kaito's cold hands were a blessing to Saguru as he melts into the coolness. He's really out of it... Kaito's eyes shine with guilt. I didn't realize he gets sick so easily. "Sorry, Hakuba," He apologizes under his breath.

"Hmn?" Was all Saguru replies, his eyes closed as he leaned into the cold.

"Botchama! You need to lie down!" Baaya interrupts them and pushes Saguru against the bed. She changes the towel, replacing the old one with a cooler one. "And you!" She turns to Kaito, whose wide eyes stared at her. "You need to go," She says softly, "I can't have you ruin Saguru-botchama's rest."

"Yeah, sure," He answers, but as Kaito leaves, his eyes are still on Saguru's sick form. As Kaito walks down the hallway, he asks Baaya, "Where's his parents?"

Baaya, clearly confused by his question, only answers, "Out,"

"Oh," The boy, Baaya noted, seemed to have reached a conclusion. "Uh, I think I left something on Hakuba's night desk, can I go get it?" Baaya sighs.

"What is it? I'll get it for you instead,"

"Oh no, I can get it myself," Kaito insists. "Please?" Baaya takes a look at his puppy eyes, sighed, and waved him off.

As Kaito rushes down the hallway, Baaya groans into her hands. "I'm too old for this," She mutters, continuing her way down the hall. On the other hand, Kaito reaches Saguru's side. He looks around and finds a pen and some paper. Slowly, he writes a few sentences and wishes him a safe and healthy recovery. Kaito looks at the closet, takes an extra pair of pajamas, does some magic and changes Saguru's clothes. Throwing the old clothes drenched in sweat aside, Kaito makes sure to wipe his sweat away and place the letter on Saguru's night desk.

Kaito quickly leaves the building, making sure that Baaya sees him go before disguising himself as a maid and reentering the building. Sneaking back to Saguru's room, he began to do what all maids did: housework.

When Saguru wakes up the next morning, his fever has gone down and he feels a smooth fabric in his hand. "What's this?" He questions when he sees a white glove in his palm. His eyes drifted to the letter. KID? He thinks when he notices the little KID doodle in the corner. Did Kuroba stay? Saguru widens his eyes in surprise before chuckling, smiling to himself as he reads the letter.

- (Just realized that the last one wasn't really Quality Time but I kinda liked it ;-; So instead have this:) Kaito forces Saguru to come and buy KID merch with him and bump into Shinichi and Heiji. Kaito then grabs all of them and practically drags the detectives all around for KID merch. Every single detective now has to go home with a KID plushy, a KID pin, and KID idol fan.

- Kaitou KID spending time with Sonoko and even offering her an interview because he heard from Shinichi how much of a fan Sonoko was. The interview, when uploaded onto Youtube, gains over 1.5 million views and KID now has a new phone number(on the separate phone used for Kaitou KID and not his personal phone)

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Community Guided Chapter 3

*** This chapter contains blatant sexism ***

The next few months seemed to pass by in a blur. Aomine managed to get his schedule figured out, embarrassed to find that he would be taking a few pre-college college courses before he could take the ones needed to complete his degree because he had done poorly on the placement exams. Somehow, he managed to get into highest level English courses, though they focused mostly on writing papers and comprehension, but it meant that he’d only have to take a couple of those classes to graduate rather than a whole smorgasbord of them. While not high school level, he’d been forced to register for basic science courses since they were the lowest level the school offered. After receiving his scores, he had told no one. He’d torn the print out up and thrown it right in the recycling bin, face beet red as he stormed out of the computer lab. The last one he’d had to suffer through was math, though it ended up being his easiest assessment and he’d passed with flying colours. If he hadn’t needed at least one four credit course to graduate, he would have tested out of math altogether.

Somehow, maybe due to the influence from the Gods of fate, or just sheer luck, he and Kagami wound up in a few of the same classes. The redhead sheepishly told him the first week of classes that he had basically failed all of his assessments except the English one, so he had actually taken the entry level courses over the summer so that he wouldn’t be behind. “I knew you were stupid, Bakagami, but that didn’t mean you had to live up to your name!” Aomine gawked at him, stopped dead in his tracks with amazement.

“You don’t have to tell me twice, Ahomine-“

“You don’t even have the right to be calling me that, you shit fer brains-“

“Shut yer mouth wouldja?” The boy got in his face, baring his teeth. “I already heard enough of it from my parents after they told me they wouldn’t pay for remedial classes for such a brain-dead child.” Onlookers walked past quickly, suppressing giggles and speaking in hushed tones. A few suspicious looking guys stopped to try and egg them on, chanting fight, fight, fight from a safe distance. Sparks flew between them.

“Aho, I don’t even speak English and I did better than you. This is American college we’re talking about, here. Are you even fucking trying?” Aomine leaned in until their foreheads nearly touched, jabbing an accusatory finger at his chest.

Kagami defiantly closed the gap, ramming his own forehead hard against the other players. “The hell you don’t speak English. Don’t give me that shit.” They shoved each other back and forth, growling like mad dogs as they attempted to assert dominance. “And the fuck you mean this is an American college? Hard subjects are hard no matter where you are.”

“A preschooler could have passed those tests and you managed to fail two out of three areas?”

“Huuuhnnnn?” Their growling intensified as well as their bickering until people half way across campus caught sounds of what could have been rabid wolves on the wind. The boys didn’t speak for a week afterwards.

In the meantime, Aomine settled into student life. His classes were dull, but manageable, and he managed to snag a part time student job helping out a professor with some basic secretarial work. He didn’t have to interact with people, and it helped kill ten hours a week of his time. The professor was amicable, but often buried himself in so much work that he hardly noticed whether the boy was there or not, and didn’t seem to care one way or another about the effort put forth in handling the daily tasks he was given. Aomine liked the guy and most often used this two-hour window to catch up on homework or watching pick-up games on his phone. He couldn’t believe how often games were broadcast live, here. It was a never-ending stream of information and players. He drank in the information like he’d otherwise die of thirst.

At night he found himself going for extended runs, sometimes going as far as ten miles or more, before heading out to the courts near campus. The group of men he’d met his first week there played almost every single night, with a few regulars but mostly an ever-rotating cast of… interesting… members. David, to Aomine’s dismay, was one of the regulars who showed up and his haughty attitude towards him hadn’t changed a bit. Jayron didn’t show up for close to a month and even after he managed to come back, he shrank away from him like a kicked puppy. The bruises left by his fingers took months to heal completely. Not only that but he’d managed to assert some dominance, and despite the bad blood built between them, he often found himself at the center of the matches. They spent a lot of time trying to undermine his skill but failed again and again until they gave up.

One evening, about half way through a game, Kagami showed up with an unfamiliar face in tow. “This is my girlfriend, Whitney.”

She waved, smiling. “I already know most of you. Who’s this newbie?” She looked at Aomine with wide, strikingly blue, eyes. It was a stark contrast to her olive skin, but matched beautifully with the ashy-blonde of her hair.

Wiping sweat off his forehead, Aomine smirked and replied, “Daiki. Aomine Daiki.” Kagami’s been holding out on me. While not nearly as tall as the redhead, she still would have easily towered over the average woman, standing at nearly six feet tall. He had the feeling that had been in sports for most of her life seeing as she was wearing a crop top that barely covered her small chest and exposed her toned midriff. While she didn’t have abs, there was definitely definition there. She probably ran, or did track.

“He’s the one I told you about. The one who followed me from Japan.”

“Hey!” He barked, scowling. “You’re making me sound like a love-sick girlfriend or something. I didn’t follow you specifically. I came here to try and get into the NBA.”

Kagami grimaced. “Love-sick girlfriend? Blech. I don’t even want to think about that. How else am I supposed to say it?”

“Ehh? Use that thick head of yours. We’re rivals, you hear me? Rivals.”

Whitney laughed, a deep and rich sound that came all the way from her belly. “I can see that you two get along. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Get along where?” They asked in union, turning identical flabbergasted gazes on her.

She doubled over in laughter, her long hair falling into her face. “You guys are hilarious. Taiga, I knew you were an idiot but this is too much.” He stared at her with a deer-in-headlights look, trying to calculate where she could have drawn that conclusion. “Well, whatever. Daiki, was it?” He nodded. “It’s nice to meet you, but I seem to have come at a bad time. Do y’all need any more players?”

“You play?” He asked, dumbfounded. “These guys are pretty rough.”

She cocked an eyebrow at him and put her hands on her hips. “Would you say that to another guy? Don’t underestimate me.”

“Watch what you say to her.” Another player from behind him said. “She’s violent as fuck.”

“You scared of a woman?” David asked, laughing. “She’s a pussy just like any other bitch.”

“How can you say that after she wiped the floor with you last weekend?”

He sputtered. “I was just off my game-“

“Sure, you were. Just know that if she’s playing, I want to be on her team.”

Aomine looked at them, dumbfounded. “You guys let her play with you?”

They rubbed the backs of their heads, sour looks on their faces. “Cause Taiga makes us. Says that she wants a real challenge once in a while. If I had my way she wouldn’t.”

“Dude, she can hear you.”

“So what? She knows her place.”

“She shouldn’t be playing basketball; she should be at home in the kitchen making sandwiches and babies. That’s all women are good for, anyway.” David growled. “But because y’all are pussies, and are scared of some monkey from the jungle, she gets to play.”

Aomine’s gaze shifted to the woman and was shocked to see that her expression hadn’t changed. She stood her ground as though she hadn’t heard them. American woman are a different breed. He thought, admiringly. Maybe that’s insulting? The thought crossed his mind. He’d been spending a lot of time with Kaylee and had started thinking about how he spoke about women, though it didn’t change much. Turning his gaze back he said to the men, “Oy. Watch what you say.”

“Weren’t you just saying the same thing? Or are you trying to win her over hoping she’ll sleep with you?”

“Watch you mouth.” Kagami spoke just then, fury in his eyes.

Whitney sighed, loudly, in exasperation. “Taiga, down boy. Are you guys going to play or not? I don’t have time to deal with a bunch of man babies tonight. If we’re not playing, I’m heading to the gym.” She put a hand on top of guys head and stroked it like he was a dog as he sat there baring his fangs. Slowly he settled, though the anger in his eyes remained.

“She can play.” Aomine said, chucking the ball he was holding at her. She caught it easily, hands moving from her hips to her chest in one fluid motion. “Kagami, you’re playing too.”

“Of course, I am, Ahomine.” Finally, he smiled - a dark glint in his eye as they approached the court.

“Hey, what about the game we were playing?”

“I was already dragging you through the mud, just accept it as a loss.” Aomine said. “You couldn’t have won if we played five more games.”

“Since there’s three of us, why don’t we play three-on-three?” Whitney offered, spinning the ball on the tip of her finger. It balanced as though it had always been there – like it was an extension of her hand. “I’m sure y’all wouldn’t mind since having me on their team would be giving these guys a handicap… Right?” Aomine shivered as the air around her shifted. She’d already had a strong prescense, but now that she stood on the court, she reminded him a bit of his former teammates. He was getting excited. What sort of basketball is she going to show me, Kagami?

David sneered. “Fine but don’t come crying when you get hurt, bitch.” He reached out to snatch the ball from her but she swiftly stepped around him without the ball every losing its spin. When he reached out again, she dropped the ball to dribble, her body hunched forward as passed the ball from hand to hand, every flick of the wrist effortless. As he reached towards her, again and again, she took a step back, raised her arms, and shot. The ball flew through the air, bounced once on the rim, and then tipped into the basket. The sound of it hitting the court echoed in the evenings silence.

“I’ll make sure that if I need to cry, I’ll do it in Taiga’s shoulder.” She drove a hand through her hair, grinning. “That’s acceptable, right honey?” The sarcasm in her tone oozed like honey, sweet and thick.

Without even noticing the two of them were both grinning; Kagami with pure appreciation, and Aomine excitement and anticipation. He’d never played with a girl of this level before. They’d only just met, but he could easily see what attracted the redhead. He’d found himself a good one. He licked his lips as the tension mounted. “You’d better now hold us back.” A shiver ran up his spine. One similar to when he played with Tetsu. What sorts of unknowns was she going to bring to the table?

She snorted and ran to pick up the ball. Passing it to Kagami, she took the hair tie off her wrist and tied her hair up in a knot at the nape of her neck. “Who says it’s going to be me holding us back?” Both boys shook with joy at the obvious provocation. The game was on.

And it was over before they knew it. The regular players couldn’t hold a candle to Whitney even as they repeatedly checked her, being much more aggressive than they usually wore. With no ref, there was no one to call foul play, but the number of times she got knocked on her ass was uncalled for. Despite this, she scored more points on her own than the entirety of their team together. While not a hundred percent accurate like Midorima, the number of times she swooshed the ball in was unreal. Her footwork was fast, and nimble, and with her small frame even more so. She wove in out and out of players like they weren’t even then, often passing the ball between their legs before shooting down the court like a meteorite. After the first quarter she suddenly had two of the three players guarding her but they were like mice against a vulture. Her sharp eyes let her find the smallest opening and she could pass the ball to either of them without hardly a glance. Unfortunately, like Tetsu, her biggest downfall was her stamina, though she outdid everyone on the opposing team by a long shot. By the end of the match, they had three completely different players than they started with, and although she was gasping for air, her hair and clothes matted with sweat to her body, she was still standing. All the others were collapsed at the picnic table, faces green with nausea as the tried their best to not pass out.

When the final point was scored, she fell to the ground and let out a yell, dropping back onto her hands, head drooping back as if too heavy to hold up. “Fuck I’m tired!” She screamed at no on in particular, though she was still smiling. “You two are animals. Did you grow up in a fucking zoo? Did they do experiments on ya as a child? How the fuck are you still standing?”

Aomine wiped his face of sweat with his t-shirt and extended a hand to her which she took a long, long, moment to take hold of. Helping her to his feet he said, “That’s what happens you play a lot of strong people. If I’m going to be number one, I can’t let a few punks from the streets beat me.”

“Let me know what your parents were feeding ya so that I can give it to my future children.”

“You’re not half bad yourself. What’s with that footwork?”

She eyed him, dubious. “I don’t want to hear that coming from you. Taiga, I get what you were saying now. You played this monster in high school?”

“And won.” He said smugly, coming up and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She made a face. “Oh, sorry, do I smell?” He teased, rubbing his armpit against her arm.

“Ugh that’s disgusting.”

Kagami’s face went serious for just a moment, though, as he added, “Though it wasn’t just me. I had some really awesome upper classmen. Without them I couldn’t have done anything.” He paused. “Not to mention that demon of a coach.” He shuddered as he remembered the beach running he did.

“That shrimp was really something. You guys were so scared of her it was hilarious.”

“Her? Your coach was a girl?”

“Oh yeah, I never told you? She was one of our upper classmen. Her dad was a sports therapist or something so she was super smart about like muscles and stuff.”

She nodded, knowingly. “That would make a lot of sense then why you didn’t brush me off.”

“His coach here is a woman, too.”

“Alex, right? Didn’t she play for the WNBA?”

“Yeah, but now she just coaches street brats like him how to play.” Aomine threw a thumb in Kagami’s direction. He glared at him, but the boy paid him no mind. “Anyway. It was fun to play, Whitney. Next time I look forward to winning.”

Her eyes widened. “We did win, or do you have short term memory loss?”

“I mean against you.” He extended his hand, his usual cocky smirk spreading over his face. She paused but then, saying nothing in reply, took his hand and shook, gripping tight.

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