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teamatsumu · 8 months
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how GoM react to you wearing their jersey to a game
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-> AOMINE DAIKI:
You knew he wouldn't show up to the game, as per usual. But this time would be different.
This time, while you stood over his lazy, napping form on the school roof, you had promised him that if he showed up, there would be a surprise waiting for him.
That caught his attention, as you knew it would. He was skeptical on the inside though. What could possibly be good enough to make him stay for a whole game, start to finish?
He did not expect to hear you scream his name from the stands during warm ups, breath hitching when he caught sight of you in his jersey.
You had put it on over your sweater, grinning wide as you pointed at the number and mouthed ‘surprise’. It made aomine blink and gulp.
You had worn his clothes before, but never his jersey. He felt his skin tingle in a foreign feeling of possessiveness. That was his number on your chest.
Aomine turned around and walked to the coach. “Put me in at the beginning of the game.”
His teammates gawked at him. Aomine? Willing to play? No, not just willing. Eager. This was unprecedented.
You however, were giggling in the stands, knowing exactly what his motivation to play today was.
-> KISE RYOTA:
Kise’s fans often showed up in his jersey number for games, giggling and squealing in the stands and saying his name to get his attention during warm ups. But you, you were different.
For one, you were dating. For another, you weren’t just wearing a jersey with his number on it. You were wearing his personal jersey. Tailored to him and swimming over your small frame.
You grinned when he noticed the jersey on you before the game in the hallway. He bit his lip and hid a smile.
“You wore it for me?” He tilted his head, trying to hold back from cooing all over you. You looked so cute.
“Yeah. To support you. I see all your fans do it.” You shrugged like it was no big deal. It was a big deal though, at least to Kise.
He stepped forward and smacked a sloppy kiss on your cheek, made you squeal and wipe it off in mock disgust. It didn’t bother Kise though. He was on cloud nine just looking at you wearing his clothes.
-> MIDORIMA SHINTARO:
His brain short circuits when he sees you.
Next, a million thoughts hit him all at once.
First of all, how did you even get your hands on his jersey? And how had he not noticed a missing jersey from his closet?
(You were sneaky and crafty usually, so it wasn’t too surprising)
Second of all, how did orange look so good on you?
“What is the meaning of this?” He scowls at you, making you giggle and skip closer to him. Midorima fought to keep a straight face. You were glowing.
“I know you have your lucky object with you,” you eyed the humongous hourglass figurine in his hand. “But I thought it would be nice to have a little extra luck.”
He felt his lips twitch, the muscles of his shoulders relax. He hadn’t realized he was about to walk out to court while being so stiff.
He pouted at you and looked away when he caught your teasing gaze, looking away with heated cheeks. “Thanks for the luck.”
You giggled again and planted a kiss on his jaw, turning around to the hall which lead to the stands.
“See you after the game, Shin.” You called back. Midorima allowed his lips to tilt upwards as he watched you leave.
-> MURASAKIBATA ATSUSHI:
I’m gonna say it, he doesn’t think it’s too big a deal.
Not the jersey itself, but he is more affected by the fact that you’re wearing his clothes at all. Because they are huge on you.
You’re swimming in it, dwarfed by the sheer amount of fabric. If he didn’t like the look so much, he would laugh.
But he loved it. Loved seeing you in the stands, perking up and grinning at him whenever he looked up at you and met your eyes.
The white and purple looked great on you, made you stand out in the crowd and put you in the center of his vision. What a view to have during the game.
Him putting in more effort on the court was all because it made you cheer for him and stand taller. He could give less of a shit about the actual game or the end result.
Rest assured, he will be subtly hinting at you to wear more of his clothes, jersey or otherwise.
-> AKASHI SEIJUROU:
Akashi’s actions make it abundantly clear that he is very territorial of you.
You are his. No one else has rights to you the way he does.
Now imagine him seeing you at a game, which he knows is also being attended by his peers, underclassmen, opponents and other acquaintances, knowing you are in his jersey.
His number on your chest and back, his school colors enveloping your frame.
Everyone would know you were his. And that sense of power made him feel things.
His piercing gaze finds you in the stands, the uptick of his lips and the satisfied look on his face was enough for you to squirm. Oh he liked what he saw.
He gives you a harsh kiss in the hall when the game ends, and an approving once over that fills you with glee.
With zero words, Akashi has ensured that you would show up to all his games from now on with his jersey on your back.
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kaiijo · 11 months
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GOM + KAGAMI AS ROMANCE TROPES — [KNB]
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characters: kuroko tetsuya, kagami taiga, aomine daiki, kise ryouta, midorima shintarou, murasakibara atsushi, akashi seijuurou content: gn! reader, tooth-rotting fluff, aomine’s is set when he and reader are college-aged + vorpal swords is a professional club notes: finally proving my love for my bball boys and living up to my username
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⋆。° kuroko tetsuya — soulmates
You were constantly looking over your shoulder, from the moment you were born to right now. No one could really blame you, what with the words “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you” written on your arm from the day you were born. They were supposed to be the first words your soulmate spoke to you and you were supposed to be excited for the words, but you were just scared that your supposed one true love would be some creep or a serial killer.
You had moved from Okinawa up to Tokyo for high school, a move that your parents made so your brother could pursue track at one of the top high schools for the sport. Meanwhile, you had enrolled in Seirin High.
Sitting in class, you cursed your luck for being assigned a seat in the first row. You listened passively as your classmates’ names were called on roll. One by one, your teacher went down the list until she reached, “Kuroko Tetusya?”
“Right here, ma’am.” The whole class jumped at the quiet voice and you stared at the boy three seats behind you and to your left. When had he gotten there?
You turned back to face the front, sighing and shaking your head. You raised your hand when the teacher called your name, zoning out for the rest of the class. It wasn’t until your teacher said that she wanted you to turn and talk to a classmate and introduce yourselves that you listened back in.
You looked around with a frown; it seemed that most people just picked their desk neighbors or people that they were already acquainted with from middle school. Great, so you’d be the loner kid from out of town with no friends. Awesome. You turned to look back the teacher when you saw that there was someone right to your left — that super quiet kid, Kuroko. “What the heck!” you yelped. “When did you get here?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
You two stared at each other for a solid twenty seconds, silent, before you bashfully said, “Hi, I’m Y/n.” You held your hand out.
“I’m Kuroko Tetsuya.” He took your hand and shook it with a warm smile. “It’s nice to meet you, soulmate.”
⋆。° kagami taiga — friends to lovers
“What the hell happened here?” you asked Kagami as you two packed up for the day. You held his English language test in hand, pointing at the big ‘30%’ circled in red ink at the top of the paper. “Are you sure we both lived in America because—?”
“Shut up,” he grumbled, snatching the paper from your hand. You snorted, poking his side and narrowly avoiding the swipe he aimed at your head.
You had known Kagami since you were kids in the United States, though you returned to Japan earlier than him because your dad’s job moved him back. It was a total coincidence that you wound up at Seirin together, reconnecting in your English language class.  
“Yikes,” you said. “Better call Alex and brush up on your English.”
As you exited the school building, Kagami shoved you lightly, though it was enough to set you off-balance and almost careening into the ground. You would’ve if Kagami hadn’t grabbed your arm, sheepishly offering an apology. “Jeez, Taiga, know your own strength. Some of us aren’t as buff as you, you know?”
Kagami went a little red and he looked away from you. “Can we stop by Maji Burger on the way back?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m actually kind of hungry.”
You took the train over and you sent Kagami to the register to order for the two of you, sliding into a booth. As you scrolled through your social media, you didn’t notice some guy sliding into the seat across from you. He cleared his throat and you looked up, eyebrows raising. “Can I help you with something?”
“Yeah, I saw you across the restaurant and just had to ask for your number.”
“Oh, uh… I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can do that.”
“Why, you got a boyfriend or something?”
“Yeah, me—” Your head whipped over to see Kagami, standing with a tray stacked with burgers and fries. “—so you can fuck off.”
The guy’s mouth opened and closed, taking in Kagami’s large frame and mean scowl and seemingly deciding that it wasn’t worth it, slinking off with his tail between his legs. Kagami practically growled at his retreating back, settling into the seat across from you and dropping the tray on the table with more force than necessary. You watched him as he unwrapped a burger and took a big bite, still frowning. “So,” you said, “you’re my boyfriend now?”
He avoided your eyes and mumbled something around his food. You reached across the table and poked his forehead. “What was that?”
Quietly, he repeated, “If you want me to be.”
Your face warmed but you gave him a small smile and said, “Maybe take me on a date first.”
He perked up and said, “Deal.”
⋆。° aomine daiki — second chances
Aomine, for all his pride and bravado, admitted that he wasn’t the best boyfriend in high school, especially when the two of you dated in your first year. He understood now that instead of an equal give and take for the two of you, he really just took and took and gave you very little. But he was older now, more mature, more reflective, and you were standing a few feet away from him in the coffee shop Momoi begged him to visit to get her some new, overly sugary treat that was trending on social media.
He had to do a double-take when he first walked in, having heard a laugh while he tapped through Instagram stories (Kuroko had taken a video of Kagami tripping over a wet floor sign, Kise was promoting for some skincare brand, and Akashi was in Ishigaki for the weekend). His heart leapt to his throat; when you turned from the cashier to make your way to the pick-up counter, he confirmed it. It really was you. Your hair was a little shorter and your style changed quite a bit but he would know that laugh anywhere.
“Dude.” Aomine snapped out of his daze and glanced over his shoulder as some scowling middle school kid. “Move up, it’s your turn.”
Aomine didn’t reply, approaching the cash register and ordering Momoi’s viral, heart attack-inducing pastry and a coffee for himself, doing his best to subtly glance over to where you were patiently waiting for your own drink. He shuffled to the pick up counter, standing a respectable distance away from you. Did you know he was there?
“Aomine!” The barista called, and he watched your head shoot up from your phone and you glanced to your right, eyes meeting his.
He grabbed his coffee and the pastry, unsure of what he should do next. Should he say something to you? It would be dick move to just walk away without a word.
“Aomine,” you said, breaking the ice first. “It’s been a while.”
“Yeah,” he said, frowning a little at the use of his last name. “How have you been?”
“I’ve been pretty good, studying environmental science. What about you? You’re playing for Vorpal Swords now, right?”
His eyebrows raised and something sparked in his chest. You still kept up with his basketball career? He nodded and you replied, “That’s cool.” The silence that followed was a little awkward, but neither of you made any attempts to move.
“I remember you always liked biology class,” Aomine said finally, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m glad you’re doing what you love.”
That seemed to pull a genuine smile from you and Aomine’s chest tightened. “Yeah, I really do like it. I could say the same for you though.”
The barista called your name and you jumped a little at the sound. As you grabbed it and before he could stop himself, Aomine asked, “Iced latte with oat milk and vanilla syrup?”
You looked surprised. “I’m… I’m honestly shocked you remember something like that.”
“We bought coffee almost every day before school,” he said. “Always running late because of it.”
“Hey! We ran late because you couldn’t wake up to your eight alarms, dummy.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, yeah.”
Silence followed again and you rocked a little on your heels before telling him, “I should get going. I have to help my roommate study for a quiz.”
“Right,” he said. “Yeah, it was… nice running into you.”
“You too, Aomine.” He watched you walk out the door and it was only a few seconds before he was racing out of the cafe.
He yelled your name, drawing stares from other pedestrians. You turned around and Aomine asked, “Wanna get coffee here again? Saturday at eleven?”
You smiled back at him. “Sounds like a plan. You better wake up to those alarms… Daiki.”
⋆。° kise ryouta — fake dating
During a break in his basketball practice, Kise ran up to you from where you sat in the stands. “Look, Y/n-chii,” he said, showing you his phone screen. You glanced at it, a selfie of Kise with his arm wrapped around your shoulders, both of you are grinning. The caption read: no one else i’d rather be with <3. “We’re so cute together.”
You laughed weakly, “We are.”
A month ago, Kise asked you to pose as his partner since his sisters were going to be around for the month. They had been bothering him about getting a partner and he had gotten sick of the teasing and nagging. The two of you hadn’t been friends exactly but you weren’t strangers; you had been in a handful of classes and worked on a few projects in and out of school. You weren’t really sure why you agreed. You guessed it was that gravitational pull that Kise had that made him irresistible to women and men alike.
You were a bit embarrassed to say that you originally judged Kise as just a pretty face but the month revealed to you that it was absolutely untrue. While he may not be book smart or excel in school, Kise was emotionally intelligent, a beast on the basketball court, and — as you found out through a series of encounters with some of his fans — highly protective of those he cared about.
He took you out on cute “dates,” you met his sisters and parents, and you tried (and failed) to beat him in some spontaneous street basketball matches. You had to admit that you had a really, really good time fake dating Kise. Maybe too good a time. Your heart raced when he leaned against you, enveloping you in the comforting scent of his cologne, when he slid his hand into yours, when he kissed your cheeks when you met his family.
You felt like a complete fool, falling for a guy so out of your reach.
“Hey,” he said and you nearly leapt out of your skin when you saw that Kise had made his way into the stands and sat down next to you. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” you said. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
He frowned, unconvinced, but he didn’t push it. Instead, he looked out over the basketball court and said, “Can’t believe the month’s almost done.”
You chewed your bottom lip and tried to make a joke: “How dramatic do you want the breakup to be?”
Kise said, “That’s— I’ve actually… I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you about that.”
“Do you want to do it earlier?” Your heart dropped to your stomach at the thought.
Kise’s head whipped towards you, nearly colliding with yours. “No!” He took a deep breath and more calmly, said, “No. Actually the opposite.”
“You want to break up later?”
To your surprise, Kise chuckled, “Wow, and people say I’m dense.”
“What do you mean?”
Kise tilted your chin up, making you meet that intense gold gaze. “I want to date you for real.”
⋆。° midorima shintarou —  frenemies to lovers
You wouldn’t say that you disliked Midorima but… you couldn’t say that you were good friends either. The two of you bickered in class a lot, constantly jockied for higher scores on tests, and gave smug looks at each other when the teacher praised the other.
However, while you and Midorima were, in essence, academic rivals, you were also united in the fact that you both were at the top of your classes. When a classmate would say something dumb, you’d both immediately share a side-eye together. You gravitated toward each other for group projects, avoiding people who wanted you to do all the work.
“You need to come to the game tonight,” Midorima announced to you as you two packed up after Japanese History.
You gave him a look, saying, “When have I ever shown interest in watching basketball?”
He pushed his glasses up and said, “Time to get interested.”
“Why, though?”
“Oh, just come,” Takao sighed. “None of us will ever hear the end of it if you don’t.”
“Fine,” you said, “if it means that much to you, Midorima.”
He just nodded tersely and began to turn away before hesitating. He pointed at your phone charm — a limited-edition charm from you favorite manga — and asked, “Can I take that?”
“What?” You glared at him. “Of course not!”
He huffed, ears turning pink and he pushed up his glasses defensively. “Just for tonight.”
“Why?”
“It’s my lucky item.”
You gave him a look but sighed, unfastening the charm from your phone and handing it to him. “I better get this back after your basketball game.”
He nodded again and pivoted sharply on his heel, walking away without another word, Takao hot on his heels.
On your train ride home, you looked up Oha Asa’s horoscopes out of curiosity, searching for Midorima’s. He was a Cancer, right?
Today is a fifty-fifty day for Cancers but you can change your luck for the better by inviting someone important to you to a meaningful event in your life. Your lucky item for the day is a borrowed phone chain!
⋆。° murasakibara atsushi — stuck together
You absolutely could not believe the day you were having. As Yosen’s long-suffering manager, you supposed you should have been used to the antics of the players, but after a less-than-stellar performance on a pop quiz and spilling water on your uniform blazer, all you wanted was an uneventful practice and to go home and take a nap. But apparently, fate had other plans for you in the form of Murasakibara Atsushi.
“Y/n-chin,” he drawled, pulling on your shirt sleeve. “Do you have any snacks?”
You shook your head and asked, “Doesn’t Himuro usually have some for you?”
“Muro-chin’s coming late today.”
Ah, so that’s why the gym wasn’t swarming with girls at the moment. “Right,” you said with a sigh. You thought for a second before saying, “I think I remember Liu saying he stashed some snacks in the supply closet. Let’s go look there.”
The two of you made your way into the closet at the end of the gym and you unlocked the door. You switched on the light and rooted around shelves, pushing away cleaning supplies and spare equipment. “I swear Liu said he hid snacks in here.”
“Maybe you’re just too short to see,” Murasakibara said. Before you could tell him that he needed to keep the door open since it locked automatically from the outside, Murasakibara had already moved and the door swung shut behind him.
You cursed and grabbed the handle, twisting it and feeling the resistance of the lock. You groaned, resting your head on the door in despair. From behind you, Murasakibara announced that he found Liu’s stash of snacks. “Great,” you grumbled. “I’m so happy for you but we’re stuck in here until someone lets us out.”
Murasakibara glanced at you and came up beside you, trying the door handle himself with much more force than you ever could muster (you were pretty sure you heard the metal bend a little) but you still remained trapped. You shot a text to Coach Araki, informing her about your situation, to which she replied that you’d both have to wait until they found the spare key since Fukui had managed to misplace it a few weeks ago.
You rubbed your hands down your face and leaned your back against the door, watching as Murasakibara plopped down on the floor and stretched his legs out, munching on Liu’s chips. He took up most of the floor space of the closet, and you pressed yourself further against the door to avoid knocking into his feet.
As fifteen minutes passed, you shifted your weight from one foot to the other again, legs growing tired. Murasakibara cocked his head before he suggested, “Y/n-chin, do you want to sit?”
“I’m okay,” you mumbled but Murasakibara remained unconvinced apparently since he sat up a little straighter, set the empty chip bag aside, and leaned forward suddenly, pulling you down to sit in between his legs. Your cheeks burned as you practically crashed into his body.
“You can lean against me,” he said. Your face was on fire but honestly, you were too tired to argue with him, shifting to rest your back against his chest. He reclined on his hands and you felt his gaze burning into the back of your head.
It was about fifteen more minutes before the door opened, Himuro having found the key. Fukui, Okamura, and Liu also peeked their heads inside, Fukui and Himuro eyeing your positioning with smirks. “Looks like you two got comfy,” Fukui snickered. Okamura turned away, muttering something about how unfair life was, and Liu’s eyes zeroed in on the chip bag beside Murasakibara.
“Did thou eat my snacks?”
⋆。° akashi seijuurou — forbidden relationship
If it was anybody but you, you would have rolled your eyes at just how cliche and utterly ridiculous this situation was. But it was you and your life and your relationship, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t completely crush you.
You and Akashi had grown up alongside one another but not necessarily in a good way. Your parents’ companies were each other’s main competitors, and while they had as polite a relationship as industry titan competitors could have, neither family wanted their heirs dating.
But at your and Akashi’s ages, it was hard to really forbid you two from seeing one another.
You sometimes couldn’t believe how many people rose to power who were insufferably boring. You stood beside your mother as she laughed and clinked champagne glasses with a group of suits, your face frozen in some disingenuous smile. Your eyes, meanwhile, scanned the large banquet hall, falling immediately on a figure with red hair and two-toned eyes. You felt your mouth curl into a real grin when you met his gaze and you winked at him, butterflies bursting in your stomach when he smiled back and shook his head fondly.
He had told you that his father arranged a date for him tonight, the heiress to one of their closest associate companies. You couldn’t say you weren’t a little jealous but you were completely confident in Akashi’s love for you; the two of you wouldn’t have carried on this long if either of you wasn’t completely enamored with the other.
“Excuse me,” you said at a lull in the conversation, “I’m going to get some air, I’m feeling lightheaded.”
“Of course, dear,” your mother said. “Be sure to be back for speeches, though. You know how your father gets.”
You nodded and slipped away to the venue’s gardens, lush and hued in autumnal colors. Your fingers brushed against the blooming wisteria as you made your way to the bridge over the garden’s pond, staring down at the moon’s reflection in the water.
A few minutes later, your reflection is joined on the bridge with Akashi’s, shoulders touching. You didn’t exchange any words for a while; you just rested your head on his shoulder and his head rested on yours.
“Where’d you leave your date?” you asked him.
He chuckled, “She’s in a conversation with my aunt about her collection of vintage Versace.”
You hummed, “That should keep her busy the whole night.”
Akashi finally faced you. “That’s the intention, beloved.” He pecked your forehead.
You gently poked his side and asked, “You call that a kiss?”
He gave you one of those looks, eyes glinting with the same promise of a challenge as they did when he played basketball. “Are you underestimating me?”
“Well, if the shoe fits…”
You laughed as he cupped your face and pressed his mouth against yours for a much, much different kind of kiss.
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kleftiko · 8 months
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❦ BATH TIME
cw: none, this is fluff, nudity cause its a bath
inspired by my thoughts here
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akashi takes the bath very seriously.
it’s meant to cleanse your mind and unwind from a hard day's work. he sets the temperature high and places a bottle of cool water beside the tub. his phone is playing his favourite songs at the moment, and he always has you in his arms. no matter what, it's not bath time without you.
both of your heads are wet from the shower, and his finger is tapping against your stomach to the rhythm of the song. his eyes are closed, and he hates when you move—your skin disconnecting from his invites the cold, and he doesn’t like it—so he keeps you close.
"seijuro~" you’re almost whispering. "you’re so pretty."
he doesn’t open his eyes; he only smiles in bliss.
"i’d start a hundred wars for you, my dear." he says specifically to hear you giggle.
"who am i, cleopatra?"
"you’re far more beautiful than her." he muses.
he listens intently to your retellings of the day. the coworker who’s cheating on her boyfriend had a pregnancy scare, you finally read the new chapter of the manga that dropped last week, and you saw someone that looked like your friend today. he answers with interest: the test came back negative, right? can you believe the cliffhanger they left! and did you talk to them before realizing it wasn’t your friend?
you are the most fascinating topic to him, and he could listen to you talk for weeks on end. though his eyes remain closed throughout the conversation, you know his attention is all on you. in the bath, the two of you are in your own little world.
but the bubble is popped when akashi hears the water sloshing, and his chest and arms come into contact with the lukewarm, but freezing, water instead of your warm body. he opens his eyes with a slight pout, but he’s greeted by an angel.
you’re standing up, ready to get out, and the water is running down your bare body in droplets, falling off your fingertips and into the bath with a small splash. akashi stares up at you in awe as you smile down at him, your hand stretching out invitingly.
"wanna go to bed?" you ask.
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mcverse · 11 months
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Hey don’t know if your doing KNB anymore but-
Could you do HC’s on all the boys playing with readers hair? Like reader is having troubles sleeping or something and the boys just play with their hair?
✧ Type: HC
✧ Warnings: Hurt to comfort sorta, fluff everywhere, maybe ooc but it’s love man, slight crackhead energy if your squint, curses, not proof read/spelled checked
✧ Side Bar: You said or something so I did something ✨ joke aside I had so much fun with this if you can’t tell. Thanks for the req! this is actually safe for someone 17+ despite the warning for the rest of the blog
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— Akashi
College finals are coming around fast. And you were stressing out.
You weren’t like your brilliant boyfriend, who always guarantee he’ll come out on top every time.
You procrastinate, you mess up, and you forgot. The polar opposite of your King, it still puzzles you to this day why he wants you.
But disregarding all that, you still tried to study to make up for it and it helped a bit that he offered his aid. What a sweet man ugh.
Sort of. Not really.
While he looks completely in his element as he practice quiz himself, GETTING EVER ANSWER CORRECT, you were over it as you sat across from him.
Your lips were borderline bruised as you abused it throughout the session, running your fingers frustratingly through your hair as you feel stumped over a word problem.
Akashi notices, of course he does. He’s an observant person and an attentive boyfriend. It was clear that you needed a break but he knew how stubborn you could be.
So he sets his pen down, getting up to come around to where you are—all of which you don’t notice until he’s pulling you up and dragging you towards the crouch.
“Seijuro?” You question him when he casually drops on the cushions with a deep sigh, dragging you with him. He doesn’t say anything as he wraps his arms around your lower back and use his free hand to rake his fingers through your hair, albeit much less aggressive than you had, “Sei.” You try again, this time getting a reply.
“You need a break.” He says, never ceasing his movements. If anything he pulls you closer, so your flush against his body, your head on his chest, “No buts. It’ll still be there when you get back.” He adds when he sees you about to protest.
You hate when he’s right. Always at the worst times too. More than he’ll ever know, especially when he gets what he was aiming for easily. Your supposed to be independent.
Instead his stupid warmth was pulling you in, the light scraping of his nails that occasionally graze your scalp slowly putting you into a small trance.
You mumble a quick, barely audible, “Thank you,” as you drift into your first nap of the day. It’s a good thing when you miss the curve of his lips as he glance down at your peaceful expression, otherwise you’ll try and tease him endlessly.
“Anything for you, my empress/prince.”
— Aomine
This was hard for him. No it wasn’t because he can’t show affection. Aomine is actually very affection to his lady, maybe too much that it’s borderline manhandling. You don’t complain.
It’s hard for him because he really hates to see you beat yourself up, comparing yourself in the mirror to his magazines.
Sometimes he wish he never kept them, not liking how insecure you got. He knows they can’t compare to you and you know it too… you just can’t help yourself most days.
He feels guilty each time you tell him that it was okay to keep things like that since you were real and they weren’t. He didn’t deserve such understanding after causing your tears indirectly.
And so every time, Aomine waste zero time in wrapping his arms around you, crowding you so your face was buried in his chest.
“I know,” you whine, eyes wet with weightless tears and nose beginning to drip, but it was the least of both your worries, “I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. They’re so pretty!” you squeeze around his waist, the very same you can barely reach around.
Aomine listens. He listens and watches every choke cry, every fragile wail, every doe and tearful eyed glance up at his face.
He didn’t bother to explain again that it wasn’t about them being pretty because he knew it would make it worst. He was smart enough to realize that.
It didn’t break his heart any less though. He’s not sure how many more these sessions he can take without getting rid of the whole stash.
Because nothing was really worth seeing you like this.
Aomine sighs through his nose, pushing your head back against his chest after you glance up at him one more time, running his fingers through your hair to smooth you; a method that always worked. He was anxious, despite his calming demeanor—you can hear it in his heart.
The same beat that lore you to close your eyes, clinging on to the man that brings up such insecurities unintentionally. When your shoulders slump, he picks up with your head now rested on his shoulder. He still doesn’t stop his movements in your hair as he takes you to the shared bedroom.
“It’s alright, baby,” he’ll mumble as he lays beside you with his arm under your head for support. His hands still wringing themselves in your hair, but occasionally drift to your caress your cheek as he watches you sleep, “I won’t make you feel like this again.”
He kept true to his word. Threw the whole stash away after waking up from the nap.
As much as he cared for those magazines, he cares about you more. He’d be damned if he let a fake thing mess up a good one.
— Kagami
You have been dating Kagami for a while, almost a year. So it was safe to say he has seen you in all the craziest states you can conjure up.
To name a few: days where you’re too lazy to wear makeup (makeup is genderless) , a few random hormonal pimples, fresh out the shower with your hair sticking to your head like the ring antagonist.
He’s seen it all.
He’s also dealt with your mini tantrums or mood changes that sometime went along with them. That’s what a partner is supposed to do. Take the good and the ugly, not one or the other.
This time was no different, you were getting ready to go out to the shopping center but ever since you woke up, your hair has not been cooperative.
This only led Kagami to assume you were frustrated, especially based on the loud huffs and weird growls you’ve been letting out.
He could hear your down the hall as he’s making a sandwich, cursing as you wrestle with your hair. It’s when you let out a loud ‘“Fucking stupid ass hair be submissive” did he enter your room.
“Babe, are you almost done?” He asks, even though he can see you aren’t, which earns a glare briefly sent his way before you focus back on your hair.
“Do I look done, babe?” You mock back.
There’s the attitude he loves.
Kagami didn’t get it. This was probably the most tame your hair has every looked but your fussing over one off section.
If anything… He’s putting down his sandwich and dusting his hands off with purpose.
“What are you doing?” You shout, watching a he stalks up behind you to rack his fingers through your hair. On a normal day this would be soothing, but he wasn’t doing it to help.
“Taiga, this looks fucking worst!” You whine, slapping his hand away as you stare, mouth agape at the mess he help create.
He simply grins, “I like it.”
“Please tell me that was the clean hand…”
He thinks you look hotter with messy hair. His favorite time of the day was morning because he got to see you first thing, hair wildly misplaced.
— Kise
It was supposed to be a leisure day. A simple day where you can stay inside to finally finish this new Netflix show called “sanctuary”, while not be judged for eating half a cake. Alone.
But then your fantasy is disrupted because your reminded your boyfriend was Kise, and he was never not clingy.
He shows up unannounced, as he always does with his “I miss you so much baby” type shit.
You were a little annoyed, just a little. Your day was all planned out, so it’s to be expected. Just as it was expected to know it won’t go that way due to Kise.
Reluctantly, you let him in because he was a little too upbeat and bright, compared to the darkness and coolness that your apartment gave.
There wasn’t really a different with Kise being there.
Except no personal space and him eating more of your cake then you, which might be a shocker but Kise only ever let’s loose with you.
You were his safe space, and he liked to return the favor, regardless of how little.
Kise was sitting up right on the sofa, while you were laying your head on Kise lap, both of you equally engrossed in the show, and still semi hungry after the cake was gone but too lazy to get up for something else.
You got startled when he subconsciously starts petting your head. Did he think your were a pet or something? But your thoughts were eased away when his petting turns into wringing his fingers through your hair, scratching pleasantly at your scalp from time to time.
There were moments he’ll twirl it around his finger like a little school girl being nervous around her crush. You thought it was really cute, so you had to voice it.
“You’re so cute, Ryo.” you blurt randomly. He still his movements, blinking before looking down at your with flushed cheeks,
“I didn’t do anything.” he says, resuming his movements.
“Even when you’re not doing anything, you’re crazy cute.”
“[Name] -cchi!”
— Kuroko
It was fall, how beautiful the colors change. It was a perfect temperature—in Japan. America was a whole different story, let’s not get into that though.
Anyway, it’s date night with Kuroko. Every Friday, like clockwork, unless something came up. Thankfully, it didn’t!
You both just got done eating at this new place you saw and of course, Kuroko had no complaints but didn’t finish his food.
Luckily, you guys got to take it to go without any extra charge. Now your both just casual strolling down the streets, hand and hand.
But then Kuroko was pulling you in a random direction, that you soon found out was a park.
“Testu?” you call to him, peering at him curiously. He only looks back at your for a second, and the warmth from his eyes was enough for you not to question any further.
He’s a really sweet boyfriend, ugh.
At some point during the walk, you saw a pretty tree that still somehow has a lot of leave on it and the colors were too gorgeous to pass up a photo.
Instead of taking a photo of just the tree, you told Kuroko to take a picture of you with it.
So there you were standing under the tree, posing awkwardly as people walk by and wait for your boyfriend to take the picture.
But he takes forever. He has the phone up, the app’s open but he just pauses as your pouting.
“Testu! Take the picture,” you whine, body going tense as you struggle to hold the pose. When it looks like he’s going to take the photo, he lowers the phone and walks over to you. That only confuses you more, “What are you doing?”
He’s reaching up to your face as you stare at him skeptically, but he skips your face and goes right to your hair, where he runs his finger through it, “You have something in your hair. It’ll ruin the photo.”
How considerate is he? A+++
You thank him, obviously, when he gets it out. And you thought that’s was the end of it, that he’ll finally take your picture.
No, Kuroko is still wringing his hand through your hair.
He’s smiling softly to himself, completely forgetting about the task at hand. It takes you clearing your throat to bring him back to earth. Even then, his hand doesn’t leave your hair. He just waits patiently for you to speak.
“The photo, Tetsuya?” you remind him, with a tilt of your head.
His mouth forms a “o” and he finally removes his hand, “Sorry. Your hairs really soft today.” He then walks back to where he was before, pointing the phone at you as if what he said didn’t make you red in the face.
— Murasakibara
The clock read 2 am when your staring up at the ceiling.
You were exhausted but your mind refused to let your rest.
The lie would be a big one if you said you didn’t know why. Despite your good day with nothing eventual happening, your brain found ways to nitpick always.
It was 2:54 when you decided you’ll have a late night snack, maybe watch some tv to lull you to sleep.
But it was 20 minutes later when your walking into the living room to see Murasakibara already on the couch and not in the bedroom where you left him.
Murasakibara isn’t a light sleeper, but he knows when something’s different despite being sleep. When he doesn’t feel you hugging his side, he lazily gets up to find you.
He finds you in the kitchen, making yourself a half pb&j sandwich. He immediately knows it’s one of those nights where you can’t sleep just from that.
Instead of letting his presence known, he goes to the couch and waits for you, already knowing if he did bother you that you’ll try and get him back to bed and leave again.
It’s almost comical seeing his big frame spread across a couch just a few inches too short for him.
“Atsu, you should be in bed.” You remind him, walking over to him. He looks up at your drowsily, a pout already playing at his lips.
“Hope you got enough for me too.” He ignores your statement, opening up the blanket you originally got to get comfy on the couch alone, “I’m hungry.”
You get confused at whether he was actually referring to food or you, after all, this situation happens often and the outcomes are unpredictable since it’s him.
Murasakibara sees your hesitation and grows impatient, instead reaching out to pull you to him and force you in the blanket himself.
“The food, Atsu!” Your protests fell on death ears, with you trying to keep it from getting trapped within the covers.
He opens his mouth and pulling you closer to him. One of his hands pushes your head to his chest and now he’s running his fingers through your hair as if to shush you from saying more, “Feed me.”
Your trying to pull away, but don’t prevail, “There isn’t enough for you, you giant!”
“Then I’ll just have to eat you.”
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thewritetofreespeech · 9 months
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Hi! I'm so glad to see your open askbox! I'd like to request a headcanon for KnB! How would GOM + Kagami react when their s/o walk in on them taking a shower naked and just casually invite themselves taking a shower with the boys? Thank you for taking my request and I hope you have a great week!
GoM + Kagami - s/o shower time
Akashi
Akashi sighed as the warm water hit his body. His shoulder relaxing in one of the few moments he had to himself. He wanted to get a quick shower before he went to go meet his father for dinner. Their monthly ritual now that he had moved out of the house.
He had just turned around to rinse his back went he heard one of the glass double doors open and [Y/N] standing there. “Mind if I join you?”
They must have known that he was tense about meeting his father; not hard to guess as he usually was. They had tried to be cheerful when he got home. Tried to be supportive. Tried to give him some space. Finally, when none of that seemed to work, they seemed to be going with base physical pleasure as a distraction.
“Of course. You’re always welcome my love.”
They smile and step into the double headed shower with Akashi. Then quickly into his arms. He was certainly more relaxed than usual meeting his father today. Maybe a ‘hot shower’ was called for every month now.
Aomine
‘Shit!’ Aomine cursed to himself as he jumped into his cold shower and instantly started soaping down.
Why did he always have to play Russian roulette with his alarm? He always had to push it too close for those extra few minutes and then here they were. Late. Too late to even let his shower heat up and try to keep the soap out of his eyes.
“Mind if I join you?”
Aomine looked up and over his shoulder to his s/o standing there. Nothing on but their smile. His morning wood that was coming down from the cold shower up to full mast again.
“Sure.” He replied with an equal grin before he pulled them into the shower. Hell he was already late. No point in rushing now.
Kise
Kise hummed to the music still playing in his head from the photoshoot. Still buzzing from all the energy.
It was different than when he played basketball, but still got him hyped. Everyone running around. The intensity to get the perfect shot. Quick changes for costumes. It was all a blur sometimes, but he must have done a good job because the photo director thanked him for his hard work.
He had just gotten home and wanted to take a quick shower before bed. Making sure to get the last of the makeup and hair products off before he slipped into clean sheets.
He was just about to step in when he heard the door open and turned around. “Mind if I join?” [Y/N] asked with a cheeky grin. Apparently having waited up for him, unlike he imagined.
“Sure!” Kise replied enthusiastically before moving aside to let them in first. “I missed you.” He told them once they were both under the water. Kissing them sweetly as rivulets trickled down their bodies.
Kuroko
It was usually pretty easy for Kuroko to sneak out of the bed and into the shower. Given that his presence was low, as long as he and s/o weren’t actively spooning or snuggled up Kuroko could slip out without waking them.
He had just finished up showering when he heard the door open and [Y/N] ask, “mind if I join you?” just as he was turning off the water.
They seemed a little crestfallen that they had missed their chance, so Kuroko reached behind him and turned the water back on. “I think I missed a spot. Wanna help me get it?”
Midorima
5:15 – wake up. morning ablutions.
5:45 – jog
6:30 – rehydrate and start coffee for the morning
6:45 - shower
Midorima had a very set way he liked to get ready for the morning. Following a routine led to increased performance through practice. A mentality he had always had about nearly all aspects of his life.
He was just about to wash his hair, at precisely 6:50 like usual, when he heard the bathroom door open. He knew it had to be [Y/N]. No one else was in the apartment. It wasn’t unheard of that they would be up at this time and was not usually a disturbance to his schedule, so it didn’t bother him. Usually.
“Mind if I join you?”
Midorima wiped around when he heard their voice in the shower. Naked, he assumed. He didn’t have his glasses on so it was hard to see. But the implication was quite clear.
“I uh…I have to get breakfast started.”
His logic didn’t seem to stop them, however, as they still invited themselves into his shower with some pretense about efficiency and better use of time, and all that. He didn’t argue, but it was certainly a disruption to his schedule.
Murasakibara
The alarm by his bed chirped cheerfully to the sound of his current favorite anime, before Murasakibara’s fist came down and pounded it into silence.
He wasn’t a morning person. He was barely a daytime at all kind of person. Kuro-chin had suggested using a song that sparked happy memories to wake up to as a way to be more excited about getting up, but, of course, it had failed.
Sitting up with a big, bear of a yawn, Murasakibara got out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom to get ready. He brushed his teeth while he waited for the shower to heat up, and debated about going back to bed. Stepping into the shower he stood under the water motionless for a while before he heard the curtain pull back.
“Mind if I join you?”
His normal, dull expression perked up as he saw [Y/N]-chin standing there. Suddenly not so sleepy anymore. “Sure.” Murasakibara tried to move and make space for them with his large frame. Hard to manage but they made it work.
This was a much better way to wake up in the morning. He’d have to tell Kuro-chin that this was a much better plan than stupid alarms.
+Kagami
“I’m gonna take a shower.” Kagami announced as he and s/o finished up their movie for the night and prepared for bed.
He’d always taken a shower before bed, even before coming to Japan. It was hit or miss in the states on if people did or didn’t, and maybe it was his parents Japanese background that led to their custom in their house, but he always did it. It just made sense to him. Getting all the germs & dirt of the day off. Kagami was sort of a neat freak on the inside, cultivated from having to keep his own place clean for years.
Halfway through his shower, Kagami looked up when he heard the door open. Thinking he would see [Y/N] in their pjs getting ready to brush their teeth for bed through the glass, but instead seeing them naked.
“Mind if I join you?”
Kagami could feel his face flush from more than just the hot water. His hands instinctively moving to cover himself, despite the half frosted modest glass already in place. Feeling very exposed. “I uh…I…”
[Y/N] seemed to take his hesitation as a time to be bold and opened the door. They had been together for a while, and had been intimate, just not in the shower. It was a secret fantasy that everyone had, that his mind was having trouble processing on was actually about to come true.
“Are you sure this is safe? I don’t want you to slip and crack your head open.”
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bokutosbiceps · 10 months
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i love you
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generation of miracles (separately, minus kuroko + plus kagami) x gn!reader | fluff
summary: the retelling of the moments that the generation of miracles tell you they love you.
warnings: mild cursing (duh, aomine)
a/n: all characters can be aged up to 18+ if reader is 18+, no nsfw though so minors feel free to interact :3 also, i made shin’s + atsushi’s soooo self indulgent but i needed that LOL
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akashi seijuurou
You sighed and rested your head against the back of the arm chair, closing your eyes. You let the melodies that Seijuurou coaxed out of the piano with his fingers, letting your heartbeat slow down to match the careful and meticulous notes of whatever piece that he had chosen to play tonight. 
The comforting hum of the piano ceased and you cracked one eye open to look in Seijuurou’s direction to find him gazing at you softly. A small smile played on his lips. You felt your face heat up as you straightened in the chair and crossed your legs. “What?”
“Were you falling asleep while I was playing, y/n?” Seijuurou let out a soft chuckle through his nose. “I can stop if you want to do something else.”
You sprang up from the chair and rushed over to him, draping your arms over his shoulders and securing them across his chest. “No! Please, keep playing, I love it.” 
Seijuurou raised an eyebrow at you as if to say Why should I?
“I was just closing my eyes and enjoying the music. It was so soothing.” You blushed despite yourself. “Being here with you…listening to you play…I actually haven’t felt this relaxed in a long time.” You promised, sealing it with a gentle kiss on Seijuurou’s cheek.
“Then I will continue.” Seijuurou chuckled once more before focusing his attention back on the keys in front of him. His fingers began to move of their own accord to play the melody in his head, but he was not able to focus with you so close, your arms wrapped around him, and your warmth enveloping him. He would agree with you, he had never felt so relaxed.
As you fell back into the enjoyment of listening to the soft sounds of the piano, you thought you felt Seijuurou’s chest vibrate against your hands as if he was saying something. You thought you had seen the edges of his lips curl upward in a smile. And you thought you had heard the words I love you.
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aomine daiki
“Babe, c’mon, you can do better than that!” Daiki taunted, dribbling the ball in a “V” in front of you, still waiting for you to successfully steal it from him.
“This isn’t fair!” You huffed. “You’re basically a part of this genetically modified ‘Generation of Miracles’ or whatever and I’m definitely not!” 
Daiki caught the ball in between his hands and stood up straight, letting out a laugh. “Genetically modified? The hell does that even mean? I’m all natural, babe, you know this!” He winked at you before tossing you the ball. “Lemme show you how it’s done.”
You let the ball roll to your feet and you bent down to pick it up before rolling it between your hands. You took a deep breath and tried to get into the form that Daiki had shown you earlier, both hands on the ball, one foot forward, one foot back. 
“Is that a triple threat?” Daiki raised his eyebrows, clearly impressed by how fast you’d learned. “Nice!” He waited for you to start dribbling before making his advance, slower than he usually would, to give you time to react. You watched his movements carefully and waited for the moment you saw his intention to swipe the ball from you before crossing the ball away from him in one smooth movement, then running to the other end of the court and throwing it toward the net. The satisfying sound of the ball swishing through the net made your heart swell with pride.
Daiki ran to meet you at the other end of the court, picking up his ball and balancing it on his hip. He leaned in to press a chaste kiss to your lips. “That was awesome, you picked that up so fast.” He lead you over to the picnic tables that lined the sides of the court and sat down, gulping down water from his bottle.
“Anyways, why’d you ask me to play with you today?” He asked.
“I wanted to do something that you liked.” You took a swig from your own water bottle. “You’re always tagging along with me to do stuff that I like, but I realized we almost never do what you like.” You looked down at your hands in embarrassment. “I also…wanted to learn how to play better so maybe we could play together…more often…”
Daiki’s silence made you feel uneasy and you mustered up the courage to turn toward him. You found him staring at you with wide eyes, face devoid of any emotion. You turned your gaze toward the ground, beginning to feel self conscious that maybe you had said something too sappy and made Daiki feel uncomfortable.
Without warning, your wrist was being tugged and your lips were met with Daiki’s. He kissed you for a while before pulling away and pulling your head to his chest. He sniffled.
“I love you.” Another sniffle. “Thanks, y/n.”
“Are you crying?”
“No! Mind your own business!”
You chuckled and snuggled into his chest, “I love you, too, Daiki.”
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kagami taiga
You watched Taiga single handedly crack eggs into the pan and shake the pan, spreading the mix of whites and yolks around.
“Oooh,” you teased, “such a professional.” 
“Shut your mouth.” Taiga leaned over to peck you on the cheek. “I’m making you breakfast, so be grateful.”
You were grateful that you had such a sweet and caring boyfriend who showed up at your house at eight in the morning on a Saturday just to make you breakfast and spend time with you, so you kept quiet, withholding your teasing comments for a later time.
You watched as he added some veggies and some meat to the eggs, effectively making it an omelet, and as he expertly rolled the eggs without breaking them. Next, he added two pieces of toast to the pan and waited for them to soak up the heat and grease, chatting with you about how basketball had been going. 
He had moved to America eight months ago to get involved with American basketball, pursuing his long lived dream of playing in the NBA one day. There he met you, who happened to be his assistant coach’s daughter. 
Falling for you was not in his plan, whatsoever, especially since your father was his assistant coach and pretty much had control of his life and future. But once your father had seen how you’d taken a liking to Taiga, and how he knew that Taiga was a good kid, he allowed you two to start seeing each other. 
Still, being in your house on the weekend where your father could possibly turn the corner any minute was nerve wracking for Taiga. But he couldn’t imagine spending his Saturday morning any other way.
Once everything was plated and you had prepared two cups of tea, you sat at the table Taiga and chatted over breakfast. You two talked about everything, from school to basketball to gossip about your father —nothing was out of bounds for you two. You were best friends.
“Hey, hey, slow down, you’re gonna get a belly ache!” Taiga slid your plate away from you to keep you from shoveling more of the omelet into your mouth. You scoffed and pulled the plate back toward you.
“Says you! I’ve seen you eat maybe ten burgers or fifteen burgers while I’m still working on one!” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Plus, I’m going to enjoy the food that my boyfriend so lovingly prepared for me.”
Taiga blushed slightly at the mention of love. “Lovingly, huh?”
“Of course! What, you don’t love me?” You challenged, leaning across the table.
“No, I do.” Taiga’s eyes darted around the room, landing anywhere but on your face.
“You do, what?”
“I do do what you just said.” Taiga blushed, feeling as if he might explode.
“What did I just say?”
“That…I love you.” Taiga squeaked out, in awe that he was able to just will himself to say that. You guys had been dating for only three months! What was he doing saying he loved her? Your father would kill him!
While Taiga was busy overthinking, you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, soothing the heat that was surely to be burning it with embarrassment.
“I love you, too, you big dummy.”
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kise ryouta
“Ryouta, if you don’t sit still, I’m going to go to bed and leave you looking like this!” You threatened, glaring daggers at him in the mirror. He flashed you a cheeky smile before folding his hands in his lap and exaggerating sitting up straight and perfectly still. You rolled your eyes.
You did not know why you agreed to letting him sleep over.
Before bed, Ryouta had asked you to show him your night routine and to also do it for him. You had already struggled through putting a headband on him to keep his blonde locks away from the soaps and creams, and now you were trying to use your facial cleansing brush on him but he was such an animated talker that he kept turning to face you or throwing his hands around.
He was actually behaving for the next couple of minutes, just enough time to allow you to finish washing his face, rinsing it, and drying it with a towel. His skin was already flawless so it’s not like you needed to spend more time in certain areas. He sighed contentedly.
“This is really relaxing, honey, thank you for doing this for me!” Ryoua smiled at you sweetly, but immediately went stone faced when he realized he was moving. He didn’t want you to go to bed just yet. Asking you to do your night routine for him was just another excuse to spend more time with you.
“You know, I thought I would hate doing this but I actually am really enjoying it. Your skin is so perfect!” You swiped a dollop of your night cream onto each of Ryouta’s cheeks and nose, then moved behind him to massage the cream into his face, smiling when he closed his eyes and melted into your touch.
“So are you.” He mumbled. 
“Hm?”
“I said you’re perfect.” Ryouta said happily, grinning at you upon seeing the furious blush spread across the bridge of your nose and to your cheeks. “What, you don’t think so?”
“I mean, I’ve never thought of myself as perfect…” You said slowly, still lightly massaging his face. Ryouta grabbed both of your wrists and held them in his hands gently as he turned to face you.
“Of course you are! You’re perfect to me!” Ryouta promised, staring at you with heavy sincerity in his eyes. You thought you might burst from his earnesty. “That’s why I love you.”
There it was. You immediately felt your face practically catch on fire and your legs feel weak. The only thing keeping you standing was Ryouta’s hold on your wrists. He became frantic.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to fluster you!” He stood up and supported you by holding onto your shoulders and bringing you to his chest. “I just couldn’t keep it to myself anymore.”
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midorima shintarou
“Can you believe we have to read seventy pages tonight for the quiz tomorrow?” You groaned, pressing your forehead into your open book. “I’m thinking of dropping out.”
“Don’t be stupid, nanodayo, you’re second in our class.” Shintarou continued writing his notes. “Second only to me, of course.”
“Way to be super humble, Shin.” You rolled your eyes and straightened up, your pride giving you a second wind to finish your homework and prepare for class tomorrow. You were going to get a better grade than Shintarou now matter what, you didn’t care that he was your boyfriend.
“It was neither arrogant or an insult. To be second in our class is a huge achievement.” Shintarou cleared his throat. “To be first is certainly a privilege, but I was not raised to be second best at anything.”
“If my mother heard you say that, she would lose her infatuation with you.” You quipped. “Maybe I should call her and tell her you think she didn’t raise me right.” You mused as you focused back on the book in front you. You heard Shintarou shift in his sleep and sigh through his nose, causing a grin to spread across your face.
“Don’t be so childish, y/n. Your mother likes me because I am polite to her and a good partner to you.” He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “I doubt something so small would make her dislike me so easily. She is your mother after all.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“She loves me. And so do you.” 
You turned to him, an incredulous expression etched into your features. You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest. “What makes you think I love you?”
“I’m very observant. It’s part of what makes me an excellent student, as well as an excellent basketball player.”
“Maybe your observation is wrong. Maybe you’re not as excellent of a student or basketball player as you think.” You turned back to your book, which you knew you would not be able to focus on now. “And maybe I don’t love you.”
A couple moments of silence ensued.
“But you do.” Shintarou said simply, not even sparing a glance in your direction. You uncrossed your legs and stood up from your perch on your bed, walking over to your desk where Shintarou had stationed himself. You pulled the desk chair out with him in it, and made him face you, your eyes boring holes into his soul.
“Even if I did, I wouldn’t admit it until you admit it.” You spoke in a slow, quiet tone. This made Shintarou incredibly nervous. You looked like you were trying to challenge him, and such outright indignance made him sweat. His fingers trembled as he pushed his glasses up his nose once more, trying to hide the furious blush that was beginning to spread across his cheeks.
“Why on earth would I do that, nanodayo?” He tried his best to keep his tone even, but even he noticed the slight wobble in his voice.
“Because you do.” You leaned down to get closer to him. “I’m also very observant. And I’m also friends with Takao.”
“Damn Takao.” Shintarou muttered under his breath. The point guard couldn’t keep anything to himself. He made a mental note to make Takao do laps at practice the next day.
“If I admit it, can we continue studying?” Shintarou swallowed his pride and tried to feign it as an excuse to get back to his schoolwork, since he was such a diligent student.
“Sure.”
“Then I love you.” Shintarou said quickly, turning to push his chair back into the desk. You stopped the chair with your foot.
“Say it with more heart, Shin.” You teased, fully enjoying the blush adorning your boyfriend’s cheeks. He scowled, narrowing his eyes at you. His face was now the shade of a strawberry.
“I said, I love you.” He mumbled through gritted teeth. You smiled with great satisfaction and placed a kiss to the crown of his head, causing his blush to flare.
“How sweet.” You moved back to your place on your bed and focused back on your schoolwork, but not before telling Shintarou that you loved him too.
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murasakibara atsushi
“Can you do this forever?” Atsushi moaned, relaxing into your touch as you massaged your fingers through his hair. It was a lazy day in Akita, due to the snow being released from the clouds in droves, and you and Atsushi were spending it together—of course.
“I think my hands would fall off, Sushi. That’s selfish to ask.” You joked, combing through his hair that was splayed out in your lap. The gentle giant was resting his head in your lap, swaddled in a blanket, and using only one hand to steal chocolate covered potato crisps out of a bag that sat next to him. You’d ordered the chocolate covered potato crisps online after seeing an ad for them on TV once. The odd combination of sweet and savory intrigued you, but you thought it might intrigue Atsushi more. He loved them. You had to order twenty more bags, and this was his last one.
“Can I braid it?” You asked softly, beginning to gather a couple of strands to start putting them into plaits. He responded with a grunt.
“As long as you don’t pull on my hair. The last time my sister braided my hair she gave me a headache that lasted for days.” Atsushi droned, completing his sentence by popping a crisp in his mouth. You chuckled at the thought of his older sister wrestling him while trying to braid his hair.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” You soothed, starting your work on Atsushi’s hair. He hummed in response and sat still while you continued your ministrations on his hair, only moving to eat a crisp or only speaking to ask for a kiss. 
“This is nice.” You say after a while, admiring the work you had done. You took out your phone to take a photo before getting to work on undoing the braids, but you were stopped by Atsushi turning over to flop on his belly and resting his cheek against your thigh. He hummed in agreement.
“I love snow days.” The corners of his lips curled upward into a lazy smile. “I love sitting around and doing nothing with you.” He paused for a moment, looking particularly thoughtful. “And I love you.” He decided, pressing a kiss to your knee before resting his head back down and closing his eyes.
You weren’t surprised at his confession. Atsushi had told Tatsuya a couple of weeks ago how he felt about you, and Tatsuya had told you about it, afraid that Atsushi would never remember to tell you himself.
“I love you, too.” You leaned down to place a kiss to his temple. He sighed happily.
You reached out for his hair again, resuming your work to undo the braids you had just worked so hard on. He looked kind of ridiculous with them in, but his hair was so soft you couldn’t help but have your hands in it.
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theholypeanut · 4 months
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♪ I Think He Knows ♪
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Content: GOM + Kagami + Takao having a tall gf (headcanon) fem!reader, just fluff, tiny suggestive
Notes: “Tall”, but realistically (I know wild for knb) so let’s say approx 5’9 (175 cm)
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Kuroko
- Kuroko is so used to everyone being taller than him, that he wouldn’t really feel that out of place while having a tall girlfriend
- You are the only person allowed to stroke his hair, but only in private - you’d never allow anyone to see it
- Kuroko always cares about your comfort and even if he is not much into pda, you hold hands very often
- He love to kiss your forehead when you sit
- He can be both a big or a small spoon, whatever you need
Kise
- Kise absolutely adores that you are tall, but not taller than him
- You can get model gigs with him and he asks you to that often because he is just obsessed with showing you to people
- You can still comfortably wear heels with him
- Kise loves hugging you from behind
- H U G E pda fan, you are never safe in public, holding hands, stolen kisses, constant forehead kisses because “your forehead is just so close to my lips it’s asking for it”
- will literally hiss seeing guys checking you out
Aomine
- He was actually quite bummed at the beginning that you are not tiny, because he cannot make fun of you 24/7
- But who cares about height there are other measurements that are more important (I’m not pointing fingers)
- You are still smaller than him so he can put his hand on your hair and just destroy any hairstyle you have and laugh at you
- The king of putting his hand around you waist
- Randomly nibbles your neck and starts teasing (usually it ends up spicy)
- Mr “I’ll whisper dirty stuff to your ear in public and watch you get red”
- Puts his chin on your head All. The. Time.
- Tries to make you play basketball with him because “tbh you are still higher than Akashi and Kuroko so maybe there’s some potential” (he’d never say that next to Akashi obv)
Midorima
- Midorima is so clueless and extra tall, that he wouldn’t even notice that you are reasonably tall for a girl until someone points it out. Or until you stand next to Takao
- He has absolutely no opinion about it whatsoever because he just don’t think it’s an important factor in a relationship
- However he gets red like a tomato if you’d hug him from behind and put your face on his shoulder
- Or if you stand on your tiptoes and give him a forehead kiss. He is g o n e
- That’s the day he decided he loves that you are tall
- Gets annoyed when someone comments that you could be a model. Tells you that you absolutely shouldn’t start a model career, and didn’t want to elaborate why (because he was afraid you’d start attracting a bigger crowd and leave him bc he is an insecure Bebe inside fight me)
Murasakibara
- Tall? You? You look like a Smurf to him
- Who is this gnome standing next to him? Yes that’s you
- I mean, again, Murasakibara do not find you really tall. However seeing how small are girls at school, Atsushi fast realised that this is as good as it gets
- Atsushi constantly puts his head on yours
- If any guy tries to flirt with you and approaches you, he gets jealous quickly and shows up out of nowhere and holds you by the waist to show dominance (and with his height… works like a charm)
- Murasakibara is a big baby and pouts if any guy is complimenting how tall you are
- Also for very long he would call you “tiny” and everyone had the idea that you must be very small, and gets surprised when they meet you (“well for me she is tiny”)
- He is constantly kissing the crown of your head
- The biggest softie, honestly for him being taller than an average person makes you just… average to him, and that’s honestly perfect
- Not that big on pda but will always hold you close, hold your hand, waist, just to show everyone that you are taken
Akashi
- Being taller than Akashi… oh boy, well
- Obviously you didn’t expect to fall for a guy who is shorter than you, but obviously Akashi has a huge personality and it doesn’t really matter
- You are almost the same height and it has a lot of perks: for example it’s so easy to get a quick kiss without a lot of effort
- Akashi loves to kiss your neck
- No one dares comment about lack of height difference
- Akashi actually encourages you to wear heels if you like them, because he has enough confidence to not get insecure about this kind of stuff, which you appreciate a lot
- Also all of his clothes fits you like a glove, which is a huge perk especially with the fancy expensive stuff you can wear as your own
- You sometimes kabedon him as a surprise when you are alone
- It never ends up well for you (but spicy edition)
Kagami
- Kagami just like Midorima has one braincell and he wouldn’t even notice that you are tall until someone says it out loud
- One day he saw you standing next to Kuroko and he yelled “oh you are taller than Kuroko? You should play basketball”
- One braincell golden retriever
- Just like Aomine he tries to persuade you to play basketball with him (basketball ball for brain I swear)
- He has this reflex to grab your waist and pull you closer whenever there is a crowd
- Loves it when you lay down on his shoulder and fall asleep when you watch a movie
- Loves it when you snuggle your nose in his collarbone, he gets so red
- He is not big on pda but when no one is looking he would sneak a tiny cheek kiss (he actually loves tiny kisses, as well as steamy make out sessions)
- If someone says you look like a model he would get hyped up
Takao
- Takao is a cheeky boy, he would for sure be the one flirting with you till you fall for him
- He fell first he fell harder and he would do everything to convince you to date him even when he is slightly shorter than you
- When he succeeded he couldn’t believe it and he feels like he is the happiest guy on the planet
- The Greenest Flag in here, he treats you like a queen
- Flexes about you constantly, how beautiful and amazing his gf is
- He loves it when you wear heels, and he would for fun pout and ask for forehead kisses like a baby
- HE would kabedon you for fun to make you blush
- Loves hugging you from behind and kissing your nape
- Also he would playfully bite your shoulder or whisper dirty thing to your earlobe just to make you blush out of nowhere
- Honestly just marry him already or I will
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ballblender · 5 months
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Could I request some headcanons for GoM + Kiyoshi helping their scared s/o on the train? I’ve never been on one before and I’d be so nervous. Death grip on their hands fr
a/n: Thanks for the ask!! I'll also include Kagami if that's okay! :) Btw anon, i recommend trying out the train (unless you live rural and far away from a station, or already know how to drive lol), it's honestly so convenient :) also jshdghd they might ooc because i honestly haven't watched the show in almost a year
GoM + Kiyoshi comforting their scared S/O on the train
cw: fluff, gn reader, idk - trains???, not proofread, my writing is never proofread LOL
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Kuroko
"Y/N...what are you doing?"
It's a strange sight to see his usually smiley and happy partner currently cowering as the train rumbles. The carriage is full of passengers, standing tall above the pair.
"Don't laugh but, I...I don't use the train very often...or ever, at that."
Kuroko's face contorts to confusion.
"...so, this must be scary for you, right, Y/N?" Kuroko asks, smiling reassuringly as you bod in response.
"That's okay, I'm here with you. Just hold my hand."
He wasn't expecting you to grab onto him like he was your saviour, but giggled softly anyway.
He kisses your cheek, whispering how he'll have to take you out on dates more often so you can get used to the train.
Kagami
(having a little liberty this time since he wasn't technically part of the ask)
When your boyfriend told you that he'd show you around America, you were excited, as you should've been. Not much about the place seemed to matter to you right now though, as you stand, cramped up in the damp-smelling train of the New York City Subway.
Kagami himself appears unfazed by the way the carriage rumbles, the random coughing from every direction, the flickering lights, not even the rat licking up an old coffee stain on the floor.
"Taiga..."
"Yeah, what's up?"
"...I-I wasn't prepared for America to be this...how do i put it...ratholey?
Kagami laughs out loud, smiling broadly.
"That's a good way to describe New York."
You chuckle along with him, each other's laughter serving as a better light than whatever was short-circuiting above you both.
You hold his hand, and he holds yours, resting his palm on your thigh, as he rubs your knee with his thumb.
"LA is better than this, I promise."
Aomine
"Idiot...why are you scared?"
You can practically feel Aomine's mocking smirk forming, even if your eyes are shut and your face is buried in his chest.
"I don't use trains...you know I walk to school..."
Aomine's eyes roll as he sighs.
"Well, better get used to it now, or how are you gonna live in this city as an adult?"
It's these occasional moments of wisdom that draw you to Aomine. Until he of course ruins it.
"Unless you want me to piggyback you everywhere like a baby."
"Shut up."
He chuckles, stroking a few loose strands of your hair from your face.
"Kidding. I'm not gonna break my back carrying your ass."
You huff in annoyance at his comment, your hands finding his as your face buries into his chest even harder. He chuckles, squeezing your hand and kissing the crown of your head.
"I told you to shut up."
Midorima
"Oha Asa predicted (Your Star Sign) would not suffer any misfortunes today, you shouldn't worry." Midorima says this so matter-of-factly, it's scary.
"I-I know that...but it's still scary, Shin."
Midorima casually wraps a hand around your shoulder and pulls you slightly closer to him.
"You really should travel by train more often. In the future, what if a job you want requires you to travel by train? Don't be scared." he says his last sentence with a little smile, an uncharacteristic one at that, yet you find it so endearing.
Midorima has always been like this, acting less like a boyfriend, and more like a proper spouse, a husband you can share anything with, and be free of judgement, well, except from Oha Asa's.
You then feel him slip a small bangle onto your wrist.
"Your lucky item today is a silver bangle. But, I want you to wear it whenever you go on a train, okay? In fact, wear it everywhere, then I'll be with you."
You look down at the bangle, admiring the small 'M' engraved along it.
"I will...I'll wear it all the time. Thank you, Shin."
As he takes hold of your hand, you suppress a giggle; he'd already given you your lucky item earlier that day, a animal eraser. He must've been looking for an excuse to spoil you.
Murasakibara
The carriage rumbling: the murmurs of students: the ringing of phones. It was a lot to take in, especially since the last time you used the train was when you were a kid.
It especially didn't help that your giant of a boyfriend was crunching on snacks, the sound only adding to your unease.
"Mmph...this flavour's nice."
"Atsushi."
He turns to you and swallows the mouthful.
"Yeah, Y/N?"
"Could you...hold my hand?"
"Ehh? But how will I eat my snacks?"
"...use your other hand."
"But that hand's for holding the bag!"
This little dispute carries on for a while until he suggests, and you (hesitantly) decide to sit on his lap, perched on his thighs as he continues chomping away.
Weirdly, you do feel safe. Too bad you'll be getting crumbs all over you.
Kise
"So then my boss told me that-"
Although Kise is great at telling his stories, both about his modeling work and about Kasamatsu's never-ending impatience with him, you truly couldn't care less in this moment.
Your shoulders press together as the carriage shakes. The contact is hot and unpleasant, despite Kise's joyful face.
Your forehead begins to sweat, the air in the train is damp and humid.
"Kise, c-can you stop talking for just a second?"
"E-eh? Why? I was just getting to the good part!"
"I really don't feel well..."
Upon your words, Kise looks up at the announcement bar, and grabs your hand.
"Come on, Y/N, let's get off at this station."
"Huh? This isn't our stop though..."
He chuckles, the train coming to a stop, as he leads you out.
"I can't have you fainting on me! Let's cool down with a drink or something, my treat!"
You smile at the offer.
"Alright."
Akashi
While you and Akashi would usually walk together, or get rides in his limo, today he decided to use the train. You honestly didn't question it, Akashi always had his reasons for doing what he did.
What you forgot, however, was that you've never actually been on the train before.
It's more...suffocating than you were imagining, despite passing by the beautiful hills and landscapes. Akashi is drawn to them, staring out of the window with a small smile painted across his face.
You, however, can't ignore the other passengers. The sneezing lady, the sniffling office worker, the crying baby. It's a lot all at once.
"Y/N? ...What are you doing?"
You realize that, subconsciously, you covered your ears with your hands.
"Ah, sorry."
"...Do you not like the train?"
"...I...i've just never been on one before..."
A slight silence forms between the two of you.
Akashi's fingers slowly find yours.
As your hands squeeze together, you know it'll be alright.
Kiyoshi
You're with the rest of the Seirin team, walking back from a game (Kiyoshi managed to convince Riko to let you watch from the bench), when Riko rounds up everybody to get their attention.
"Okay everybody! We have to meet up early tomorrow, so let's get the next train out of here."
Everybody nods in agreement, and you realise, you've never actually been on a train before. Kiyoshi's hand squeezes yours as soon as your expression changes.
"Y/N? What's wrong?"
"I've...never been on a train before."
He blinks for a moment.
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah..."
Kiyoshi chuckles.
"Well, what is it that you're so afraid of?"
"Just...never thought i'd have to go on one."
Kiyoshi chuckles again, shaking his head slightly.
"We'll have to go on dates more often to help you get used to it then."
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a/n 2: sorry for the lack of posts, and more sorry to this anon for how late this post is. ill try better to post more often hehe
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fedyenkas · 6 months
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is there anything more terrifying than unyielding, overwhelming love that tiptoes on the edge of obsession? i don't think so! welcome to my little yandere themed october event and please beware of noncon/dubcon and nsfw content ❤
minors, blank & ageless blogs will be blocked upon interaction! ˗ˏˋ event tag: zaria's yantober
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OCTOBER 2ND.
SUBSERVIENCE. s. akashi
you just don't know how to rest, do you? luckily, seijuurou has always appreciated your efforts and endless loyalty to rakuzan; it's only fair he showed you how much.
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OCTOBER 16TH.
PROMISE I’LL BE KIND. r. kise
ryouta's tired of the constant fawning and swooning over every move he makes. the wind has started to whistle in his ears again- until you appeared, that is.
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OCTOBER 31ST.
BAD HABIT. r. itoshi
months have passed since sae's disappearance, yet there's still a bitter taste cloying at rin's tongue everytime his brother's name is brought up - even more so since he recently started enjoying your company.
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ghostkinnie · 2 years
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Types os kisses with KNB boys
➜ characters: GOM + Kagami and Hanamiya
➜ warnings: none just fluff
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ROUGH KISSES with AOMINE, he loves to kiss you like it's the last time crushing both mouths in an intense and long exchange of kisses. he can't stay away from your taste and your tongue. he wants you completely and if you don't stop soon the kiss will surely end in a sex session.
SHY KISSES with MIDORIMA, he is a shy romantic. he likes to explore your mouth in a private and calm way. his kisses are short but tender and full of meaning behind the touch of your mouth, he loves little affectionate pecks.
LONG KISSES with KAGAMI, he likes to take his time kissing you so he can taste you completely. his kisses are wet, lingering, full of touches between his hands all over your body. he doesn't like to kiss you fast because it's hard for him to let go of your mouth.
PASSIONATE KISSES with AKASHI, he likes to kiss you tenderly and carefully. he shows all his love and admiration for you during kisses that are slow and long. he'll hold you through the kiss like you're porcelain, he loves taking care of you.
GLUTTONOUS KISSES with MURASAKIBARA, he is always ready to kiss you and his kisses are always long and desperate as if he could devour your mouth and get lost in your taste. his kisses can take minutes and minutes and he will never get tired, he wants to taste you at all time.
FUNNY KISSES with KISE, he loves to kiss you in a way that makes you laugh. he will tickle your body during kisses, nibble on your mouth and smile against her. he loves to make you feel good during kisses because for him it is a unique moment of passion between you.
GENTLE KISSES with KUROKO, he's not in a hurry and doesn't like quick kisses, he wants to enjoy your mouth and admire you during kisses as if you were the most precious being, his kisses are romantic and tender.
QUICK KISSES with MOMOI, she loves to glue your lips together quickly and over and over, making you both laugh and feel comfortable and loved.
PROVOCATIVE KISSES with HANAMIYA, he likes to see you begging for his kisses, asking him to please kiss you. and when he kisses you it's going to be teasing and mischievous, he wants to see you melt against his mouth and arms.
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tenkasato · 5 months
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Choose Me Again
Hello! Here's the Akashi-centric oneshot I promised for the longest time. It's been sitting in my drafts folder for more than 3 years. So I decided to just upload it, for what it's worth. It's quite long, but I thought it'd be better to post it in one post rather than per chapter. Warning: IT'S A MAMMOTH, but I hope you guys would hold on til the end of it. Without further ado, here it goes...
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The first time he met you was when he went over to his favorite tea shop in the suburbs. It was a small place situated at the corner of the street.
The interior was designed with newspaper clips of its successful endeavours. The photos of famous celebrities in black and white pinned onto cork boards were memoirs of the once high-end tea house. The sole source of light was the dimming bulb by the corner, and the rest was shed by the afternoon sun.
You, like he, were a rare sight.
You wore a wrinkled and faded high school uniform. Your tie was a little crooked. Your long tresses were tousled and gathered into a messy bun. Your lips were pursed, eyebrows knitted in concentration. A lotus crest was embroidered on your blazer, one that he couldn't recognize.
Before he could saunter over to his usual seat, he found himself walking towards you. You looked up the moment he came to view, demeanour cautious and intrigued.
"Hi."
"Hello."
Polite smiles were exchanged.
"I haven't seen you around here.”
He lowered his eyes to the vacant seat in front of you with a silent question.
"Can't say the same to you," you replied with a grin as you gestured for him to sit. "I work back there with the dishes so I don't go out and meet the customers."
He raised his eyebrows and nodded with a low hum. That explained why your sleeves were pushed up to the level of your elbows. You shrugged, unbothered, and returned back to what you were busy with before he interrupted. Sketches of faceless women clad in formal dresses were scattered around the round table. Eraser dusts were everywhere.
“Why do you always come to this place? It’s full of old people and it smells like incense.”
While most of his peers went to KTVs, arcades and malls, he preferred quiet places like these. It was no wonder he caught your eyes. A young man fresh from school in his white blazers looked odd and out of place.
“You’ve been watching?”
You shook your head with a chuckle, the motion letting loose some strands from her bun.
“I like observing people.”
The second time you met, he finally asked your name. And he told you his.
“Akashi Seijuro, hmmm.”
His name rolled on your tongue like candy. Not the excessively sweet one, but the type that leaves a gentle aftertaste in the mouth. He liked hearing his name with your voice.
He waited for your eyes to widen, to pause, to shrink back under his stare. A renowned surname like his seemed to have that kind of effect on others. His family was influential in terms of politics and business. It was a double-edged sword. One that struck fear and respect from his classmates.
But you simply nodded. Perhaps you weren't aware.
That was his notion until you spoke again.
"Must be tough to be under pressure all the time." You spun your pencil with your fingers, the twirls and tumbles mesmerizing him for a bit. "No wonder you frequent this shabby stall for some breathers."
"You've come to quite an interesting conclusion.”
"I'm not wrong, am I?"
He wondered if you were good at reading people because you drew expressions well. Melancholy in a smile so wide. Apprehension hidden behind closed eyes. Ranges of emotion in supposedly expressionless animals. Your hands worked craftily with just a pencil.
How would you draw him?
Curious, he asked you.
“I don't know.”
And he left it at that, despite wanting to ask why. It was hard to understand someone like him that even he couldn't fully comprehend what he truly was. He looked at himself in the mirror everyday. He still had the same face, the same lips and cheeks. But with a look closer, his image would rattle, shift and shatter. It made his left eye throb.
“Do you want to go outside? You don't look so good.”
He peeked across the window to where his car was parked. With a little contemplation, he nodded and texted his chauffeur that he was going to walk home.
~ O ~
When he met you one afternoon in front of the tea shop, you were clutching a ball between you arm and hip looking peeved and embarrassed.
“Do you know how to play?”
A shrug. “Just a little.”
You smiled bashfully.
“Teach me.”
You found an outdoor court beside a nearby middle school. He started by instructing how to dribble and what stance to take. He demonstrated how to shoot, before pointing at the three point line and telling you what it was for. When you understood the basics, he told you to get past him and shoot.
“I’d appreciate it if you told me beforehand that we were playing. I should have brought clothes."
“I don't exactly have your number, Akashi-kun.”
You finally called quits when the sky began to tint orange. Panting, you accused him of lying about being an amateur in basketball. He chuckled, removing his sweaty blazer as he watched you fan at your flushed face. Walking back to the benches to retrieve his phone, he told you to give him your number. You complied albeit excitedly.
It was only after two weeks of practicing that he texted you that he was a basketball team captain.
~ O ~
Akashi Seijuro had never had a crush on anyone.
It wasn't that he didn't want to. He had a fair share of admirers from the student body with his inherent good looks, academic standing, school positions held and family background. He met a few who showed outright interest in him, but what he expected to feel, he didn't.
Like he was trained to, he set his eyes on the sole goal of the family. To excel in all fields. Unfortunately, socializing for the sake of romantic escapades was not covered by his lessons at home.
So when you innocently reached out for his hand that one night, pulling him towards the river bank to show him a stone trick, he felt a zap. It pierced through his chest before expanding into flutters breaking out of his skin. He felt nauseous but it left a pleasant sensation in his gut. Addicting and quite unbecoming.
You kept on talking, bragging about your skill, unknowingly gripping his hand tighter. Mind going blank, he felt across the creases on your palm, the callousness of your fingers. Your hand was cold from the chill of the night. It made him want to bring it inside his hoodie pocket to provide some semblance of warmth.
This was another thing he was never trained for by his father. Confessing to a girl he recently found he liked.
He thought, perhaps it isn't the right time to confess.
~ O ~
Akashi Seijuro never had a diary.
His mom had one. It was pink and adorned with handmade flower crafts and ribbons. It was kept inside her closet where his father would never look. She showed it to him one time, saying that a diary was meant to keep all his deepest secrets and even his flitting daydreams. Her smile was wide, eyes with a twinkle of mischief like she and he were sharing a secret no one was meant to get a whiff of. She said she’d help him choose a notebook when he was old enough.
When he had touched her diary for the first time, it felt heavy. Like his heart that had probably been coated with lead that time.
His mom along with her memories had been buried under white roses, but her secrets, dreams, thoughts—it was kept immortalized in her diary. Why had his father chosen white flowers? His mom loved pink. Why couldn't they let her choose something for herself at least for the last time?
That had been the last time he cried.
He never bought himself a diary even as he grew older. But he now understood the glee of being able to share the things he buried under piles and piles of pretence and grandiosity. To be able to say how much he hated mathematics despite being exceptional in it. To be able to eat three cup noodles in one night. To be able to laugh loudly without worrying about etiquette.
If his mom had been alive, he would be able to tell her that he already had a diary in the form of a you.
“The only reason I was allowed to play basketball was because I could learn to lead people better. Basketball is a strategic sport, after all.”
“But do you like playing?”
“Yes. It was my mom who first taught me.”
“Then you should play for the sake of enjoying yourself. Winning is just secondary to it.”
How simple you made it sound. Yet, it was something he's been yearning to hear from anyone.
“Date me.”
You choked on your cola, unfortunately dirtying the sketch you were working on. He had said it on the whim. Impulsive, and certainly an act that starkly contrasted how he was raised to be. However, it felt right that time. With your hand casually brushing with his, your head leaning against his shoulder, it felt extremely right.
When you're sixteen, you're obliged to think that you can take risks and your actions wouldn't garner grave consequences. At least, that was how most teenagers had it. He didn't think he was to be categorized under 'most teenagers', but as the wind blew past you and went on with its never ending journey, he thought I could be a normal kid once in a while.
Your hand closed around his fingers until they whitened on pressure. He flickered his eyes to you, and with a breathless chuckle, you finally answered.
“Sure.”
~ O ~
“Sei-kun, I’m sorry. I’m leaving.”
And that was the first time he allowed himself to cry again.
~ O ~
He convinced himself that it was out of his or your control. It was like one of those famous, overused lines in the movies where the love was perfect, but the timing just wasn't.
And maybe, that was the case for you and for him.
Was he mad?
No.
Did it hurt?
Akashi Seijuro didn't think he needed to answer that.
But what could a 16-year-old do when his first love leaves because of unavoidable circumstances? His family was powerful. He had money. He had intelligence. However that wasn't nearly enough to magically change your family's mind of moving.
What you had was beautiful. A blissful time of trying things out for the first time with someone who could have potentially been his partner for life. It was like a favorite chapter in a book. Once a page was flipped over, a scene came to a conclusion. You could only now turn one page back to recall the memories and relive them.
27-year-old Akashi Seijuro understood this now. Or rather, he accepted it.
His father was close to retiring, and naturally, the one next in line was him. He was more than ready to bear the responsibility as the new CEO of Akashi Enterprises next year. All that was left was papers and formalities.
He had changed a lot since the day you left. Friendships broken to rubble and restored to full. Priorities set straight. Perceptions changed. The pain in his left eye had subsided close to none. He felt whole again, like a wholer version of himself before he started dissociating in front of his mother’s tombstone.
Maybe you leaving was a good thing, because if you had been there when he had broken down, you would've been caught in a maelstrom. You would've gotten hurt. The him now wouldn't have forgiven the versions of him then.
He fixed it. Not without help of course, but he did.
Hence, when he stepped into the tea shop—not the old, rickety one back home, he was stunned. Maybe it was his reward for holding out.
Or maybe, it was true. What they said in the movies.
There you were, a pencil in your hand and your hair in a bun.
Looking as alluring and enigmatic as ever.
Perhaps, this time, the timing was perfect.
~ O ~
Akashi Seijuro thought that he should feel the tug of hesitation, keeping him from eagerly approaching your hunched form. It was inherent in human nature to avoid pain at all costs. But like he so emphasized from the very beginning, he was not like most people.
With a grace befitting of an heir, he walked towards your table.
It took you a few seconds before noticing the figure in front of you. When you looked up, your eyes widened. When he quirked up his lips, you visibly relaxed.
"Hey, you."
"You look different."
And indeed you did. The baby fat around your face was gone. Your lips were painted deep red, eyes framed by light beige. You sported a long dress that hugged your figure.
You were his first love, and yet you were not.
"I can say the same about you, Akashi-san."
He pretended that the way he was addressed did not sting him, but even so, he raised his brows before taking a seat.
"How have you been?"
He didn't think that between the millions of interweaving lines of time and space, his hand would be able to touch this particular one and meet with you again. For a long time, you had only existed in his memories and dreams. Right now, you breathed the same air as he did, listened to his words as he tried to piece the lost moments together with yours.
You told him your story.
And then, it his turn to tell his story.
He told you of the downward spiral he fell into after you left, not missing how you flinched in your seat. Victory became his primal objective. Acting like he was bred to, he crushed all his rivals and even went as far as discarding camaraderie in the basketball team and demolishing their opponents’ morales. In a bystander’s view, he was most peerless and unreachable during these times. But to the few people who really cared about him, he had been on his way to self-destruct.
“Someone slapped some senses into you, I’m guessing.”
“If you want a summarized version, then yes. Kuroko and the others. You’ve met them a few times before.”
“I remember. Go on. I want the uncut version of the story.”
The smile that graced his lips was foreign—young, boyish and carefree. One that you recognized and reciprocated with your own, familiar one.
~ O ~
Two people who had once been naive and innocent 16-year-olds, spending long afternoons in a traditional tea house downtown.
The same two people who were now jaded and mature 27-year-olds, spending mellow evenings in a sophisticated tea shop in the city.
Soon, the little tea shop had turned into your tiny bubble where you could be themselves again.
It was a haven. It was a home. It was rest.
“How did you know this place?”
Because you could've met in a different place amongst all others, but you chanced upon each other here. In this fated sanctuary.
You dropped two sugar cubes and stirred at your americano before continuing.
“It's barely in the maps, and as far as I’m aware, they aren't fans of advertisements.”
Your nails were cut short like usual. Unmanicured.
“This place is owned by a relative."
“What? Are you telling me your family owns everything in this city?”
Chuckle.
“I don't recall saying that.”
“Not kidding?”
“He’s a cousin, abandoned by my uncle because he was born out of wedlock. When my uncle died, my father looked for him and sent him to school.”
“Then he opened a tea shop?”
“Basically, yes. You’ve never seen him around?”
You hummed contemplatively.
“Does he look like you?”
“Not even a bit.”
You stopped stirring and gently placed the spoon on the napkin. When you raised your gaze, a teasing and enticing smile on your lips, he swore he saw something flash across them. It could've been a trick of light, because after he blinked, it was gone. His heart bursted.
“Then, I haven't noticed him I guess.”
~ O ~
When did it happen?
He looked into the colors of your eyes.
Akashi Seijuro had always been in awe of how your eyes changed as light struck them in different angles and intensities. Wavelengths shifted out and across, dancing like a kaleidoscope enigmatically.
Tonight, you rested contently at the passenger’s seat, idly watching the streetlights that zoomed past them.
When he stopped the car in front of your place, you tilted youra head to bid him a good night.
It gave him a chance to look closely, to pick apart the poems, riddles and odes written in those eyes. There, he saw the same longing, a glimmer of nostalgia and pain that spoke of the same things his did. You thought about him, too—everyday since the day you said farewells under the Sakura tree.
You have never really moved on from him. What elation it gave him to know that he wasn't the only one left hanging in limbo.
He gave in, bared his heart again for the second time and asked for you to be his.
They say miracles happened all the time. You only had to look carefully. He could attest to that, because as he lost sight of you eyes, lips touching in the most revered and gentlest of ways, hearts reuniting, he could say this was his miracle.
~ O ~
When did it happen?
Time blurred by and swept with it the days of each year. Akashi-kun turned into Seijuro-kun which turned into Sei—just as how seasons shifted to take their turns inevitably.
And for a long time, he had forgotten how it felt to have you by his side.
To have you wait for him to send a message of good morning. To know you were worrying about him when the drizzle turned into a downpour. To know you would love every inch of him, the dips, the rough patches, the jagged edges as if every part of him were perfect.
With his hand secured behind your knees, he walked on the path crusted with dried leaves autumn left in its wake. You had an arm wrapped around his shoulders with your face nuzzled in the crook of his neck.
The afternoon sun casted a magenta glow on your light strands of hair. It made the grin on your lips much softer than it looked.
"I better be rewarded for granting your wish, princess."
"Hush, you. You promised to carry me on a piggyback ride when we were younger."
There had been moments like these. Imageries of him and you that he'd frame and keep eternally etched in his heart if he could. Cheeks swelling with magnanimous smiles. Breaths ragged with laughter.
"Sei."
"Hmm?"
"What did you think of me the first time we met?"
A low hum and the lone tea shop downtown came to mind.
"I thought, 'This is the girl I'm going to love for the rest of my life.'"
"Cheesy. Want to know what I thought?"
"What?"
"'This is the man I'm going to marry someday.'"
The reward kiss you gave him after that left the sweetest aftertaste in his lips.
~ O ~
When did it happen?
There had been moments like these, too.
"You're too perfect, Sei.”
“I’m not. Calm down, love. I understand—”
“You do? Look at me and tell me that you really do, Mr. High and Perfect and ‘I-own-everything-even-the-air-you-breathe.’”
Imageries of him and you that he'd rather burn into the cold embers with the ashes to be blown by the gale. He hated to see you hurt, whether it was because of him or not.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
Then you’d make up. Nothing dramatic like begging for forgiveness or giving long winded explanations. You knew one of you were at fault, so you accepted it, took each other's hands and nursed your wounds, promising to do better the next time.
At the end of the day it was never for naught, and the kisses you shared in the aftermath were the most affectionate and most desperate of their kind.
~ O ~
When did it happen?
“Sei, take a look at this sketch. Do you think it looks good?”
A wedding gown. It was easily the most gorgeous one he’s ever seen.
“Do you?”
“I think… Yes. I think I like my design.”
“Then it is. There isn't any standard for what is beautiful and what is not. If you ask me, I’d be willing to put it on on our wedding day. Given that you'll have to wear the tuxedo in my stead.”
“My fiancé is one cheeky man, isn't he.”
~ O ~
When did it happen?
He twirled your hand as you spun around on your feet. Your sense of balance slipped away and you fell, figuratively and literally, towards his welcoming arms. There was no music to match the succeeding taps of your feet in the ground, but he preferred it that way. Your voice was enough music to sway him to submission, his head swimming in ecstasy.
“I shouldn't be allowed to be this happy, Sei.”
“Neither should I, love, but here you are.”
~ O ~
Not everyone was fortunate enough to be given a second chance to redo things like they did, and it felt like things had fallen to fit into that perfect puzzle his mind had conjured up in the past, and everything was perfect. At least, that was how he tried convincing himself with. It was perfect. It was supposed to.
But why wasn't it?
Akashi Seijuro didn't know what was missing, what was amiss, what was slowly devouring the special thing they shared. He ignored it, brushed it off as normal for any relationship. Everyone goes through stagnancy like this, right?
Your hands were cold.
He supposed his was, too.
That night when you had promised to meet him by the park so you could stargaze, he started to feel a gaping hole in his chest. When you still hadn't shown up and chauffeur started to send him messages offering to take him home, he knew that hole was rapidly consuming him.
It was raining, the tiny droplets pelting at his skin and soaking him to the bones. He hadn't bothered to open his umbrella and chose to stay on the soil despite the stains marking his pants. Something white moved in his peripheral vision, and the hole grew wider and deeper.
He thought that maybe he should feel something stab through his heart by the way you hesitated to approach him. But the numbness of being battered under the rain for he didn't know how long (—had it been hours? Weeks? Months? Years?), it had overtaken his emotions, caged them, made him feel nothing even though he was likely snapping.
When did it happen?
When he thought you were about to cry, you smiled instead. It was only then when he noticed that the lingering smile he fell in love, over and over and over again, fell colorless, flat, routine.
And it broke his heart even more because it was a smile that said, "I loved you."
~ O ~
If only he knew.
But what could he have done?
~ O ~
And just like that, things started to change drastically. The previously fragile yet somehow stable hands that kept the house of cards from toppling over gone. The dam broke. The balance was thrown off.
Soon, Akashi Seijuro was no longer left to a standstill but was watching everything fall apart with hands tied behind his back. He had never felt so helpless. Not when his pride and name was being smeared over. Not even when he was losing all his friends. The last time he was gobbled up by incapacitating doubt and crippling fear was when his dying mother had cradled his face in her emancipated hands.
Suddenly, he was a young boy again.
But why? he wanted to cry out.
Did he do something wrong? Said something? Wasn't he enough anymore?
If there had been a reason, even the pettiest and most childish reason, he'd be more accepting. Anything. Anything. Really. Anything.
But there wasn't and there was none and when did it happen, no—HOW did it come to this?
He realized that he could no longer muster up the silly thoughts and excuses of ‘maybe the love was right but the timing wasn't’ anymore.
~ O ~
You were changing, distorting, fading. This vessel of you no longer held the soul that once promised him forever.
If he let this go on, he might lose you.
~ O ~
You didn't know what to expect when he called you during work and asked you to meet him at the tea shop. Not the sophisticated one at the heart of the city. But the old one downtown where it all started.
Hands folded. Eyes downcast. Breathing shallow and little at the edge of erratic.
The place had not changed even a bit since the last time you went here as naive teenagers. Except, now there were different sets of customers and you were two different versions of the past. And maybe, if you had the energy and time to look at the far right corner of the establishment, you'd see the new old-fashioned vase sitting on a miniature table.
There were a million things running in his mind—questions he wanted to throw out like why did you waver, why did you give up on us, why can't you fight for us anymore, why aren't you happy anymore, why, why, why. Instead, he settled for:
“Why didn't you tell me?”
Akashi Seijuro had never been one to sugarcoat things. He got straight to the point. Each and every time. You knew that yet you couldn't help the surprise that permeated your gasp.
“You could've said something.”
He pleaded.
"I didn't want to lose you, Sei."
And you did, too.
It was incredibly selfish. So selfish he felt both euphoria and agony squeeze his head to the point of wanting to throw up. His blood screamed at him to keep on holding on for you, for himself. He was trained to be victorious in every single thing, wasn't he? This shouldn't be any different.
But you weren't a game. You weren't his diary. And you weren't his springtime.
You were someone he loved endlessly and mercilessly.
“This isn't going to work anymore.”
“No, no, no, no—wait, let me try again. I can do it! I can try again for—”
“Do you love me?”
“Yes! Sei, I could never not love you!”
“Tell me, princess.”
“Sei—”
“Are you still in love with me?”
You froze, and his heart broke. He knew you wanted to say yes. He could tell by the way your hands stiffened in his. But you hesitated, looked at him imploringly and begged him not to make you say it out loud.
“I thought so.”
“Please don't let me go. I can’t be without you.”
You eyes, coated with a sheen of desperation and despair, spoke in volumes that threatened to deafen him. Let you go. Let you stay. Let you live. Smother you. His heart was a battlefield—a clash between his feelings and his desires.
If he could, he’d cry, too. Instead, he opened his mouth. “I want you to be happy…”
Gently, he released your hands before gingerly, tenderly wiping away the tears on your face.
“...even if it means I’ll no longer be in the picture. You have to grow without me, and I without you.”
He pressed his forehead against yours as he listened to the muffled cries and empty heaves.
He wished that time could be kinder to him to slow down. To hear his pleas to pause in this moment where you were still his, because once you walked out that door, you would no longer be his while he was still yours.
“Promise me, that if after years your heart still calls for me… promise me you'll be the one to come and look for me. Choose me again.”
~ O ~
What was it that they said about in the movies? No matter how tasteless some of them were, he couldn't deny the realistic accuracy they spun around in their tales with only slight exaggerations.
They said third time's a charm.
And surely it was.
For the sake of being poetic, he had wanted to say the place where it all began was also where it was going to end. In that cheap vintage teashop downtown where they had lived in their own little bubble.
He was glad that wasn't the case.
As you walked with a grace that made his legs grow weak and his heart to quicken, he couldn't think of when you had been this painfully, breathtakingly beautiful.
In a sea of black, your long white dress stood out like the moon in the blanket of black skies.
You spotted him instantly, eye glazed with indecipherable emotion as you flashed him the most surreal smile he’d seen.
Back then when he broke it up with you, he hadn't known if he did the right thing. One made choices to move forward, but the consequences could only be reviewed in retrospect. Regrets and remorse were common, but just as satisfaction and rejoicing were.
You came closer, glanced softly at him, and he swore that both of them heard the words you had told him once upon a time.
"I shouldn't be allowed to be this happy, Sei."
He looked at you longingly during that small slice of time, and all the memories came rushing back to him. He remembered the smile you would give him. You always had such a beautiful smile. He wished he could've seen more of it.
He regarded you fondly, told you he loved you without any spoken words and shook his head before stepping aside.
“No, you deserve this.”
Your groom's hand grasped yours. Smiles were exchanged. Intimate gaze returned. Vows already said even before you reached the altar.
Amidst all the heart-wrenching, searing loss and pain, you found solace. You found forgiveness, and through it, healing. And now that you belonged to someone else, but he wouldn't count this as a loss.
After all, he was able to preserve that smile. He finally learned to let go albeit willingly and happily, and entrusted you to his cousin whom he knew would love you more than he ever did.
And while Akashi Seijuro wasn't a religious man, he sent a silent prayer to the One who made you.
Take care of her for me.
And that's a wrap, everyone! If you made it this far, MUCH THANKS. I remember writing this piece in my room at midnight 3 years ago. This fic is actually inspired by this Filipino song, "Paubaya". It's quite a lovely song sang by a very talented singer and songwriter.
As you've all noticed, this is heavily Akashi-centric. It was written all in his POV, and I made sure to insert some aspects and key memories of his life into it.
To be clear, reader did not cheat on Akashi with his cousin. Reader-chan fell out of love, and to some extent, Akashi did too. It happens. It's a sad reality.
Lastly, can anyone guess who Akashi's cousin is? *wink wink*
Anyhow, thank you once again everyone. I'm elated to have been able to post something again after years. Thank you! ^^
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warabidakihime · 10 months
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Between Buzzer Beaters and Love Letters
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Characters: Akashi Seijuro x Reader Synopsis: Love is like a perfectly executed buzzer beater, defying the odds and capturing hearts in the most unexpected moments. It's a love letter penned with the ink of the soul, expressing emotions that words alone can't convey. Between buzzer beaters and love letters, our hearts dance to the rhythm of affection, reminding us that love is a game worth playing and a story worth writing.
A/N: believe me when i say that i daydream about this back in college lol so many reactors on youtube are watching knb, so my sparks for the show returned at full power. enjoy!
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In the aftermath of Seirin's victory at the Winter Cup finals, the basketball court buzzed with electric energy. The crowd erupted into cheers, players embraced in jubilation, and the air was thick with the sweet scent of success. Amidst the celebration, you, the team manager, found yourself caught up in the euphoria, standing at the center of it all.
Kuroko and Kagami, the dynamic duo who had spearheaded Seirin's triumph, were beaming with pride and exhilaration. Their radiant smiles mirrored the joyous atmosphere, infectious and impossible to resist. You couldn't help but join in, a surge of elation filling your heart as you hugged them tightly.
"We did it! We actually did it!" you exclaimed, unable to contain your excitement. "All our hard work paid off!"
Kuroko, ever composed, nodded with a small smile. "Yes, we gave it our all, and it paid off in the end."
Kagami, his adrenaline still coursing through his veins, laughed boisterously. "Hell yeah! We're the champions!"
Amidst the cheers and laughter, the bond between the three of you grew stronger. As the victory sank in, you realized just how much this team meant to you. They were more than just teammates; they were your friends and family. Together, you had overcome countless challenges and now stood at the pinnacle of high school basketball.
The court became a stage for shared stories, memories, and dreams. The euphoria of the moment seeped into every word, every smile, and every embrace. This was a time to savor the taste of victory and to revel in the camaraderie that had brought you all together.
Little did you know, this was only the beginning of a new chapter. The Winter Cup victory had opened doors to new challenges, new adventures, and perhaps even unexpected feelings.
As the celebration roared on, your eyes were drawn to Akashi Seijuro, standing alone in the midst of the jubilant chaos. His usually confident demeanor was replaced with an unfamiliar expression of shock and disbelief. It was evident that losing was a foreign concept to him, and the weight of defeat hung heavily on his shoulders.
Excusing yourself from the group, you made your way towards Akashi, curiosity burning in your chest. Kagami and Kuroko exchanged puzzled glances, unable to comprehend your sudden interest in someone you had previously shown distaste for. Kuroko, however, sensing the hidden emotions within you, offered a nod of encouragement, silently conveying his support.
Approaching Akashi, you could see the surprise flicker in his eyes as he noticed your presence. He seemed taken aback by your approach, not expecting anyone to reach out to him in this vulnerable moment.
"Congratulations on a well-fought match, Akashi," you said, offering a gentle smile.
Akashi's eyes met yours, searching for any hint of mockery or ill intent. Instead, he found sincerity and understanding, something he didn't anticipate. "Thank you," he replied, his voice carrying a mix of disbelief and resignation.
"I know this might be hard for you," you continued, your voice filled with empathy. "You've always been accustomed to winning. But it's in these moments of defeat that we grow the most."
Akashi's guard slowly lowered, realizing that you were not there to belittle him but rather to offer solace. "It's a bitter pill to swallow," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.
You nodded in understanding. "Sometimes, the greatest lessons come from our losses. It's an opportunity to reflect, to reassess our strengths and weaknesses, and to come back even stronger."
A moment of silence enveloped the two of you as the weight of the conversation sank in. It was a rare connection, borne out of unexpected circumstances, where walls were momentarily lowered, allowing for a genuine exchange.
Akashi's voice broke the silence. "You're right. This loss... it will serve as a reminder to keep pushing forward and to strive for greatness."
A soft smile played on your lips as you gazed at him. "After watching you play today and even during this whole tournament, I have no doubt you can bounce back."
Akashi's eyes met yours, a glimmer of gratitude shining through. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
As your conversation neared its end, you couldn't help but notice Akashi's captivating presence. The way his eyes held a depth that drew you in and the subtle curve of his lips that seemed to carry untold stories. In that moment, a realization washed over you, causing a soft blush to creep onto your cheeks.
The conversation concluded with an awkward silence settling between you. On the sidelines, Kagami and Kuroko discreetly observed, their curiosity piqued by the unexpected interaction. They exchanged glances, silently speculating on the nature of your conversation with Akashi.
The rest of the Seirin basketball team watched in awe; a mixture of surprise and curiosity danced in their eyes. They had witnessed the birth of an unlikely bond between their team manager and the enigmatic captain of the Generation of Miracles, unaware of the journey that awaited them both.
As the awkward silence lingered, you mustered up the courage to look at Akashi, your heart pounding in your chest. Biting your lip nervously, you felt a mix of nervousness and eagerness. Just as Akashi was about to excuse himself, you couldn't resist but call out to him again, your voice laced with a coy and flirty tone.
"Hey, Akashi," you said, your eyes locked with his. "I don't know when you're going to visit Tokyo again, but if you happen to drop by, maybe you should let me know. We could hang out or something. If you're free, of course."
Akashi's eyes widened in surprise, caught off guard by your boldness. However, his shock gradually dissipated, and a charming aura replaced his initial bashfulness. A dashing smile adorned his face as he gladly accepted your offer.
"I would be delighted," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Perhaps you could share your number, and we can make the necessary arrangements."
Your heart skipped a beat as Akashi asked for your number. With a shy smile, you exchanged contact information, the anticipation growing between you.
"I must admit," Akashi began, a playful glint in his eyes, "losing the game was a disappointment. However, stumbling upon someone as captivating as you, y/n, can certainly be counted as a delightful victory in its own right."
His words were laced with a charming jest, acknowledging the irony of the situation. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a subtle invitation to partake in the playful banter.
The comment caught you off guard, and a hint of blush painted your cheeks. His flirtatious demeanor was as unexpected as it was enchanting. Unable to resist the opportunity for a quick retort, you playfully responded, "Remember to thank your gods then."
With a gentle smile, Akashi's gaze met yours, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. The unspoken understanding between you deepened, as if hinting at a future where the boundaries of competition and camaraderie blurred. The unexpected turn of events had created a unique connection, and the prospect of getting to know Akashi on a deeper level thrilled you.
After a few more exchanges of words, the conversation began to naturally wind down. Akashi excused himself, his attention being required by his coach. With a polite smile, he bids you farewell, leaving you momentarily stunned by the encounter.
As he walked away, his back straight and confident, you couldn't help but watch him with a mix of fascination and curiosity. The brief exchange had left an indelible mark, and you couldn't help but wonder what the future held for the two of you.
With a lingering smile on your face, you rejoined your friends, who were eagerly awaiting your return. Their eyes were wide with surprise, and their expressions were a mixture of shock, amusement, and curiosity. The moment they had witnessed between you and Akashi Seijuro had left quite an impression.
Kuroko, ever the calm and observant one, simply offered a small smile, his eyes twinkling with silent approval. "I didn't expect that, but it seems like you two had an interesting conversation," he commented softly.
Kagami, on the other hand, couldn't hide his astonishment. His jaw dropped, and he stared at you with a mix of disbelief and a touch of jealousy. "What the... Really, y/n? Akashi? When did this happen?" he blurted out, unable to contain his reaction.
Hyuga, the captain of the team, chuckled heartily, clapping you on the back. "Well, I'll be damned, y/n. I didn't know you had it in you to approach Akashi like that. I almost feel guilty for defeating your boyfriend."
Izuki, always one for wordplay, grinned mischievously. "Looks like you're taking 'shoot your shot' quite literally, y/n. I can't help but be impressed."
Kyoshi, the team's supportive and gentle player, chimed in with a warm smile. "That was brave of you, y/n."
As you were engrossed in the lively conversation with your teammates, you felt a gaze fixed on you. Instinctively, you turned your head, locking eyes with Akashi. His intense gaze met yours, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
Sensing the shift in the atmosphere, the Seirin team exploded in a chorus of exaggerated reactions. Some whistled playfully, while others nudged each other with raised eyebrows and knowing grins. Kagami, in particular, seemed ready to explode with a mix of disbelief and astonishment. You can even hear him mumble things like, "I didn't know you had a thing for psychopaths."
Riko finally chimed in amidst the commotion. "Alright, alright, settle down! Stop teasing y/n! We have to prepare for the award ceremony."
Amidst the playful banter and cheers from your teammates, you couldn't help but feel a surge of exhilaration. It was as if a new chapter had unfolded before your eyes, filled with possibilities and unspoken promises.
With a final glance back at your boisterous friends, you turned your attention fully to Akashi. And as you exchanged smiles, a mix of excitement and anticipation coursed through your veins.
The story between you and Akashi Seijuro was only just beginning, and with each passing moment, you were ready to discover what the future held.
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xiaomainlmao · 6 months
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Summary- Akashi Seijuro, the man with a split personality, meets a person who has no personality. Basically, Dissociative Identity Disorder vs Depersonalization-derealization disorder.
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Trauma.
No matter how big or small, it's the one main thing that can lead to personality disorders.
And no matter how dull your eyes looked when he forced you to look up, he knew that there was something behind your irises that resembled what he sees in his own reflection in the mirror.
Akashi Seijuro, the first year student council president, captain of the Rakuzan basketball team, the man feared by everyone in the school including his seniors. It was near impossible to surprise him, he seemed unfazed by everything.
And yet, his heterochromatic eyes were dilated. He stared into your own eyes, which showed no signs of any emotion whatsoever- no fear, no respect, not even surprise when he suddenly shoved your shoulder and forced you to look towards him.
He was tired of how you only responded to his words with a simple "mhm" as you did whatever reasonable job was asked of you. He was annoyed that you didn't show him the same level of respect as everyone else did in your class. And he was frustrated with how you just seemed to not care about his presence.
He needed answers.
And he did get answers, without you having to say anything.
"Tch," he walked away.
He had an urge to talk to you, be around you and find out exactly what lead you to be like this, just so he could feel like there's at least someone out there who would understand him. But he suppressed his urges.
He'd hear Oreshi's voice every once in a while, suggesting Bokushi to open up a bit, but as long as it was Bokushi in control, Akashi Seijurou would never let his pride fall.
"Maybe if I lose, if that ever happens." he'd scoff in reply, as he looked at himself when he washed his face before heading to bed. "If that ever happens..."
The Winter Cup was just around the corner. And as expected, Rakuzan made it to the finals without breaking a sweat. People from their school were there in the stadium, cheering them on throughout the matches, but Akashi noticed that there were also some who stopped showing up after a couple matches.
And he wouldn't have been bothered by it if you weren't one of them. All he wants was acknowledgement from someone like him, and yet here he is, facing off against his former teammates, knowing they wouldn't understand everything that runs through his mind.
Bokushi and Oreshi truly were like two sides of a coin, opposite but cannot live without each other. They were half of a whole of what made Akashi. But that also caused him to be confused about his own feelings. While both seeked attention, Oreshi wanted it to be out of understanding, while Bokushi wanted respect. Prideful was Bokushi but with a considerate Oreshi in the way, Akashi couldn't help but get swayed away often.
In the end, Rakuzan lost to Seirin in the Winter Cup. Bokushi accepted his loss as Oreshi was free to be in control again.
"What happened to your hair?"
Akashi found himself in front of you. He hadn't given it much thought, letting his instincts, his need, drive him this once.
He seemed to have changed a lot. But you on the other hand, seemed the same as ever as you sat there, alone, in the school courtyard, your lunch on your lap. That same, expressionless expression...
"Listen, I just want to talk."
"Oh, is this you letting go of your pride?" you took a bite of your food. "Wow, what happened?"
"Just thought of changing some things up. I hardly doubt that's abnormal."
You just hummed in response and continued staring into the distance. Akashi was feeling nervous. This is the one time he's willing to let go of his pride, so he better utilize it to the fullest. "Do you mind if I join you?"
"Sure, this spots empty anyway."
"What about your friends?"
"They're probably eating together, somewhere. I don't know, and I don't really care. All I want is to look at that bird nest over there."
Akashi followed your finger to the bird nest, where two baby birds sat, cuddling up to a much bigger bird. Then he looked back at you and the way your eyes were glimmering at the sight.
Huh, maybe you do show some emotions. And, if he were being completely honest, then even his eyes were probably glimmering at the sight. It was pretty peaceful after all.
"Say, Akashi-san, do you have an interest in the concept of 'still life'? It may seem boring to some, but it can bring a lot of peace to some others."
"I haven't heard too much about it, but would love to know more. Please do continue, yn."
Most of Akashi's conversations included work. To be able to talk about something so casual was a bit foreign to him, but he certainly didn't mind it. He hadn't realized how easy it was for him to get along with you. Was it because he'd grown used to your unfazed nature towards him and and his position? Was it because he realized that being seen as just another person isn't so bad after all? That he doesn't always need to assert his superiority as he was told to by Bokushi and his father?
Healing is conditional. It takes time and the right people. And maybe, choosing to be here with you might be his first step.
He's not sure whether this is Oreshi's consideration or Bokushi's pride, but he doesn't even want think about it, because right now, he's sure of one thing.
He wants to help you both get through whatever together.
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pillow-anime-talk · 2 years
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weirdo.
request​: gom scenario with fem s/o who kicks in sleep or sleep talks ⊙_⊙,(⊙.⊙)worthy weird things.
# tags: scenarios; current relationships; soft romance; fluff; comedy; sleep talks; cute!reader; sfw
includes: female reader ft. atsushi murasakibara, daiki aomine, seijuurou akashi, shintarou midorima & ryouta kise {knb}
author’s note: that’s quite a funny request, haha, thank you!
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— ATSUSHI
That night, Atsushi awoke around three in the morning thanks to a sudden hunger and a rumbling sound in his stomach. So he quickly went to your small but cozy kitchen for a little snack (this time it was a coconut-flavored bar and three grapes), and as soon as he returned to the bedroom he saw that your body was hidden under the fluffy duvet. Under the sheets there were also some soft sounds and incomprehensible words that only after a while began to have any meaning for the sleepy man.
“Mmm... Corn... Still warm cookies...” You were muttering under your breath and your boyfriend slightly lifted the white bedding. At the sight of your huddled form, he only smiled. “I love... I love apples.”
Well... You loved food and cooking so much – your tall boyfriend sometimes thought you loved them more than him!
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— DAIKI
“... Ouch!” Daiki opened his eyelids, then quickly rose from his soft pillow and looked around the bedroom. At first he thought he was dreaming about something really realistic, so that’s why he felt pain in the calf area, but then his body was attacked again and as it turned out it wasn’t a very realistic dream, just you and your right leg.
Well... Every night you had ‘certain moments’ where your body was moving spontaneously and very chaotically; you shook your head, you put your hands up, you kicked your legs. You were, of course, always unaware of it, so whenever he slept with you, Daiki understood it perfectly and was never angry with you. Nevertheless, he groaned again, the time you punched him in the stomach with your fist, and then as if nothing had happened... You just cuddled up to him, breathing gently and smiling to yourself.
And then he thought it was the end of his torment, but then you bit his nipple and you weren’t going to let him go.
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— SEIJUUROU
Since you started living together, Seijuurou was the one who worked much longer – he often went to bed around two in the morning when you (at the same time) had been sleeping for three hours and dreamed of your favorite actors, being a star on stage or sweet puppies.
That was also on this cold, spring evening. Your fiancé was just filling out paperwork over a cup of strong black coffee, and you were just lying nearby on your huge, king size bed. There were a lot of pillows and blankets around you; as if you were sleeping on a colorful cloud. At one point, somewhere between filling out checks and writing a letter to his father, Akashi heard that you purr like a cat. You might not be talking while you slept, but you made sounds very often. You would purr, sigh, giggle and sniff often (depending on what you dreamed of).
Seijuurou found it quite funny, but he never had the heart to wake you up, unless he heard that your voice was disturbed – then the man knew that you were dreaming about something bad, so always stroked your head so that you wouldn't feel lonely or scared.
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— SHINTAROU
I think you only talk in your sleep when you are comfortable enough with the other person to do so; therefore the only people who hear you at night are your boyfriend, your best friend and your parent. Only with them during your childhood or now do you feel well enough to release the brakes and simply talk to them at night. Midorima personally thinks it’s quite cute and very fun. He likes to hear interesting things or stories from you while you sleep.
“... I like himmm.” You muttered while you slept while your boyfriend scroll his phone and read the sports news.
“Yes? Who’s that?” He asked with a slight smile, not taking his eyes off the app.
“Shin-chan.”
“Do you like Shintarou?”
“... Mhm... I like him a looot.”
Although the green-haired man was still looking at the smartphone, on his cheeks in the light of the bright screen you could see slight blushes and an even bigger, very sincere smile.
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— RYOUTA
I think here would be a so-called combo; you talk in your sleep and also move your legs/hands, giving your boyfriend quite contradictory signals. Why? Because your night often looks like:
“Mhm... Ryouta... I love you...” And then there is a slap/kick on the side or thigh. Your boyfriend frown because he doesn’t know how to react. Do you love him, but you beat him? While you sleeping so peacefully? 
“Y/N! Please stop, I will have bruises on the photoshoot!”
And the biggest problem is when you start biting him and saying that you will give your life for him, and in the meantime your partner can’t even wake you up. Poking doesn’t work here, talking to you, or even blocking your nose too, so Kise has to wait for your hands and feet to calm down and your dream will change to another, which will stop you from waking him up and disturbing him from falling asleep.
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tev-rainbow · 6 months
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I have a problem and it's called 'hating Akashi Seijuro but then imagining enemies/rivals to lovers scenarios and fanfics where there is a lot of tension with him.'
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can you do scenarios for the GoM boys + Himuro falling asleep by or on female reader?
GoM Boys + Himuro - Nap Time
Akashi
It was hard to tell when something was wrong with Akashi. He held in his emotions very well. However, being around him so much, and so close, you could tell that something was off; even as he diligently worked on the student council paperwork.
“Akashi-kun, is something the matter?”
The red head looked up from his writing, slower than usual, but smiled. “No [Y/N]. Of course not.”
“I can tell that something is off with you. Please tell me what’s wrong.”
He seemed to hem & haw over your earnest entreaty before he turned back to his paperwork. “I’m just a little tired. Nothing to worry about.” It took a lot for Akashi to mention that. Any sign of weakness was something that his family, or father, would not tolerate. So, it showed how much he trusted you.
You weren’t surprised he was tired. The expectations put on him, as well as his academics, extra curriculars, and basketball, it was a wonder he wasn’t exhausted all the time. The stress must really be getting to him if he was willing to admit he was ‘a little tired’.
Setting down your pen, you sneak over to the door of the student council room and lock it. “Why don’t you lay down on the couch?” You offer. “No one can come in now. And I’ll keep watch for anyone lurking around in the halls.”
“I couldn’t possibly do that.” Akashi insisted. Acting as if the whole idea was absurd.
“Come on. It’s not like you’re the first student council member to crash out on it.” The implication that he was no different from his peers may Akashi furrow his brow. “I won’t tell anyone. Rest is important for recovery. I’ll work on this, and you can take a quick cat nap, and will never tell anyone your shameful secret of you being tired once in your life.”
He scoffed once at your joke, but seemed to concede. “Very well,” Akashi agreed as he loosened his uniform tie and headed for the couch, “as long as my secret is safe with you.”
“Always.”
This seemed to put him at ease and Akashi fell asleep to the sound of your pen against paper. Scribbling away while he rested in the afternoon sun.
Aomine
Aomine napping wasn’t anything new. He spent most of his school days up on the roof in his favorite nap spot, watching the clouds and laying in the sun like a cat. It was a wonder he didn’t get burned.
Climbing the stairs to the roof, you found him spread out on the concrete. Still unsure how that could possibly be comfortable. “Are you going to class at all today?”
The basketball star opened one eye up at you, then shrugged. “I’ll go to lunch.”
“Lunch isn’t a class, Aomine.” You remind him as you knelt beside him.
He stretched long and loud before he settled back into his nap position. “I’m gonna go to science here in a bit. We’re learning about cicadas.” You smirk at Aomine’s childish interest still in all things insect related.
He rolled over and placed his head in your lap. “But that’s not for another half an hour.”
“Hey! I’m not a pillow! And unlike you I have to go to class.”
“If you did you wouldn’t be up here.” He cleverly remarked. You growl a little and tempted to just stand up and let his big, dumb head smack against the pavement.
Aomine’s hand reached back to touch your leg. Not in a gropey way, but in a calm, affectionate, soft kind of way. “Stay with me.”
His words make your heart weak. Looking at his peaceful face, and the gentle way he spoke only to you. Your resolve cracked instantly. “Fine. But we’re going to class at the bell.”
Aomine smirked in his sleep and continued to nap. Resting in your lap with the cool breeze and warm sun. You wish you had brought a book.
Kise
It was late at night when Kise texted you and said he was finally finished with his shoot. The two of you were supposed to meet up for a date, after his modeling gig, but it had run very late. You were willing to let it go, but Kise insisted that you had made plans and were going to stick with them.
“Hey [Y/N]-cchi.” He greeted at the door in his signature way, but with much less enthusiasm.
“Kise you look exhausted.” You tell him honestly, but still let him in and close the door. “I told you we could reschedule. You didn’t have to come all the way over here.”
“No, no. It’s fine.” He insisted as he took off his shoes. “The shoot was really hard, but I felt bad for bailing on you because of work. Do you still want to go out? There’s some after hours clubs I could probably get us into.”
“No thanks.” Aside from the fact that Kise clearly looked tired, you were already in your pjs and didn’t want to get dressed again. “Why don’t we just relax and watch a movie. Did you even eat anything while you were on set?”
“Oh, you know models.” He joked as he followed you down the hall toward the living room on autopilot. “Nothing but coffee and mineral water.”
You tell Kise to sit down on the couch and you would make him something. Surely you had enough stuff in your fridge to make him a sandwich. Coming back into the living room you saw Kise on the couch with his head tipped back on the sofa, asleep. You smile a little as you appreciated the gesture of him wanting to make time for you, but it was clear he was working himself hard to keep up with school, basketball, modeling, and you. Kise was a nice guy. He wanted to make people happy; even sometimes at the expense of himself.
You set the snacks down and pull out a blanket to lay over him. Kise roused a little, but more to adjust to a more comfortable position. His head lulling to the side.
You smile again and curl up next to Kise, who immediately wrapped his arm around you in his sleep. It may not have been the date Kise had wanted with you, but it was still nice to spend time together. Even if you were both asleep for it.
Kuroko
“Kuroko….Kuroko….KUROKO!”
The blue haired boy jumped awake in alarm; or as alarmed as Kuroko could get. He looked at you in surprise as you scrunched your mouth and told him, “You were asleep.”
“Oh. Was I?” He asked rubbing his eyes.
“How could you not know?”
“Well, sometimes when I stay up late reading, I just nod off for a few minutes and wake back up. My presence is so low most people don’t seem to notice.”
“And you don’t walk into walls or anything?” You ask curiously. More interested in the phenomenon than irritated now.
Kuroko shrugged. “Not really. If I do, I’m not moving that fast. So I just bump into it, wake up, and keep going.”
“What if you walk off a bridge or something?!”
“I haven’t done that yet either. So I guess it’s ok.”
You watch Kuroko as you continue to walk to school. Staring at his face until his eyes suddenly slide closed and he was practically sleepwalking the rest of the way to school. He was right. No one really seemed to notice and subconsciously moved out of his way as he moved through the morning bustle. Overall it seemed his body had the muscle memory to get him there unharmed, which was really interesting.
When you came to the crosswalk you reached out and grabbed Kuroko’s hand to hold it. He woke back up, blinked a few times, then looked down at your hands before looking up at you. “I’d like to make sure you don’t walk into traffic.” He smiled and squeezed your hand.
You walk the rest of the way to school, Kuroko in and out of sleep, before you both make it to the gate and he seemed ready for the day. “Thank you for keeping me safe [Y/N].” He told you. Squeezing your hand one last time before you part ways toward your separate classes.
Midorima
His head bobbed yet again as he stared at the textbook before it popped up. Midorima glared at the pages, as if their lack of interesting facts was the problem, and tried to refocus again.
“Why don’t we take a little break?” You suggest. Setting your own book down.
“No.” Midorima said emphatically. “We need to get this done before the next cram school.”
With graduation, and future plans for college fast approaching, you had both signed up for the same cram school. A very advanced, competitive cram school that boasted the highest acceptance rate into top universities. But it wasn’t only that the program was competitive, the students were. And though he tried to hide it Midorima was fiercely competitive.
“Midorima-kun, it’s ok. It was just a fluke. You don’t have to get first place for every practice exam. It’s just practice. Second is fine as well.” His hands gripped the pages of the textbook fiercely. Clearly, he did not agree. You sigh and close your book. “You know, studies show that a brain without enough REM sleep can not only not process information, but actually loose retention of pre-existing information in an effort to prioritize necessary function in the absence of rest.”
“Where did you read that from?”
“The Harvard Medical Journal.”
He stopped scanning the page and looked up at you over his glasses. Clearly only seeing reason now that someone with credentials he hadn’t even met had made the argument. “Fine. 20 minutes, then we go back to studying.”
You smile and come around to the other side of the table by Midorima. He seemed uncomfortable resting beside you, at first. But clearly he was so tired that that didn’t matter and was out very quickly after he closed his eyes. Not even bothering to take off his glasses.
You reset the alarm for an additional 20 minutes to let him rest longer. He was a little upset at the loss of nearly a full precious hour when he woke up, but did look more refreshed, and tackled the books with a newfound gusto.
Murasakibara
“[Y/N]-cchi….this movie is boring….”
“But you picked it?” You remind him as Murasakibara stretched out on the couch; taking up most of is with his size.
“I know, but it’s boring now.” He repeated. “Plus we’re out of snacks.”
“Is that why you’re bored?” You ask, not mentioning that you barely got any of the popcorn or candy you’d brought in. “Because you don’t have any snacks? I can pause and we get you some more.”
“No.” He replied. Although he clearly wasn’t responding to your question. “I’m comfy here now.” His head was in your lap, while the rest of was half covered with a blanket. Which, you had to admit, did look pretty comfortable.
“Murasaki-kun, you’re not going to fall asleep are you? I didn’t mention it earlier, but I kind of have to go to the bathroom and…” Your comments were cut off by a loud snore. Murasakibara clearly already asleep in your lap.
+Himuro
“Annnnd now I’m stuck.”
Himuro chuckled at your misfortune. “Sorry [Y/N]. I could try to move him if you want.”
“No…don’t wake him…” You’d seen Murasakibara woken up from a nap, and it was not pretty.
“Can you really blame him though? I’m sure your pretty comfy.”
“Oh yeah,” you droll back sarcastically, “just a big snuggly fluff ball over here.”
He chuckled again and shifted around under the blanket. “Hmm…I think so.”
“Not you too Himuro!” You hiss, trying not to wake Murasakibara, as he rested his head on your other shoulder.
“I’m not. I’m not.” Himuro insisted. “I’m just kidding around. I have a little more self-control than Murasakibara.” Even as he said that his eyes slid closed, and his words came out slower. Another few breaths and he was asleep. Quietly snoring on your shoulder, while Murasakibara snored loudly near your ear.
Yep….you were really stuck now.
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