Kise : I love you, Kasamatsu-senpai
Kasamatsu : more than you like Kuroko ?
Kise:Slow the fuck down
“Why do you have a million tabs open?” Kasamatsu asked Kuroo. There were so many tabs open that it was a wonder Kuroo could tell what any of them was. Kenma was sitting beside Kuroo, typing out some code, and at Kasamatsu’s question, he glared at him as if to say he shouldn’t have brought it up.
“I have too much to do,” Kuroo replied.
“What the hell? It’s the first day of the semester,” Kasamatsu said, knitting his eyebrows. “What could you possibly have to do already?”
“Listen,” Kuroo said, and then stopped, opening yet another tab.
“Listening,” Kasamatsu said.
“I’m looking at potential supervisors for graduate school,” Kuroo said.
“Oh, right. You’re graduating.”
Kuroo looked up at him with narrowed eyes. “No need to rub it in,” he said.
“I’m not rubbing anything anywhere,” Kasamatsu said. “You’ve got time. Deadlines aren’t until later.”
“Yeah, but I’m going to get so much busier later on. Classes, thesis, being a TA.”
“Oh, you got the position? Nice.”
“Senpai, you’re back!” Kise said excitedly, emerging from the bedroom. “Kuroo-san, why do you have so many tabs open?”
“Ask your boyfriend,” Kuroo said, and proceeded to ignore Kise.
Kise looked expectantly at Kasamatsu, who rolled his eyes. “He’s freaking out about his life.”
“Oh, right. You’re graduating, aren’t you, Kuroo-san? Are you two going to break up if you end up going to a different school?”
Both Kenma and Kuroo simultaneously paused at whatever they were doing and turned to stare at him in unison. It was kind of creepy.
“We’ve been dating since high school,” Kenma reminded Kise.
“But you weren’t that far from each other, and it was just one year,” Kise said. “Kuroo-san seems like he’s going to be in school for a while still, but you don’t want to do that, do you?”
“Don’t worry about us,” Kenma said, and turned his attention back to his laptop.
“Did you have something to tell me?” Kasamatsu asked Kise.
Kise frowned for a second and then his face lit up. “Yeah. I got into the class!”
Kasamatsu stared at him blankly, the words meaning nothing to him. “What class, Kise?”
“Why the fuck do you want to take beginners’ French?”
“So he can sweet talk in French,” Kuroo said. “Now, can you two go away? I’m trying to read this paper. Thanks.”
Kuroo turned out to be right about Kise taking Beginners’ French solely so he could flirt with Kasamatsu. Which could have worked, if Kasamatsu spoke or understood any French. Sometimes he didn’t understand Kise at all.
A few weeks into the semester, Kasamatsu walked into the apartment and was greeted by a strange sight. Kise and Kenma were both huddled together in one corner of the living room, their backs towards him, hunched over something. As soon as he closed the door behind him, they looked at him. Kenma looked calm, and Kise looked like he had been caught doing something bad.
“What’s going on?” Kasamatsu asked.
“Senpai! Welcome home! Nothing’s going on,” Kise said. In the beat that followed, Kasamatsu very clearly heard a mew from behind Kise and Kenma. He felt a headache coming.
“Did you bring a kitten here?” he asked. “Don’t even try to get out of this. You know I heard that.”
“I couldn’t just walk away, senpai,” Kise said earnestly.
“Do you even know how to take care of a cat?” Kasamatsu asked.
“No, but I can learn.”
At that moment, the door opened again and Kuroo walked in. “Hi. What’s going on?”
“Kise found a kitten,” Kasamatsu explained. “And now he wants to keep it.”
More mewing sounds rang out.
Kuroo raised his eyebrows. “That sounds like more than just one kitten. How many do you have in there, Kise?”
“Four,” Kise mumbled after hesitating.
“Kise, we can’t keep four kittens,” Kasamatsu said.
“But I’ve named them all,” Kise pouted as Kasamatsu and Kuroo approached them to look at the kittens. “Blanche, Griffe, Croc,” he pointed at the kittens in the box, and then at the one Kenma had in his lap, “And Flou.”
“You named them all in French,” Kuroo said, sounding impressed.
“That’s what you’re focusing on?” Kasamatsu asked. “He went and named them all. Kise, we can’t keep them all. I’m not even sure we can keep one.”
“Can we keep this one?” Kenma asked, directing his question mostly at Kuroo, holding out the kitten to Kuroo. Kuroo took it from him, and the kitten curled up in his arms. “He seems very good-natured.”
Kasamatsu saw Kuroo’s decision on his face before Kuroo opened his mouth and agreed to keep the kitten, and sighed inwardly. Kuroo was lucky Kenma didn’t misuse the power he had over him. Kasamatsu braced himself before looking back at Kise, who was now pouting spectacularly.
“Can we keep them too, please?” Kise asked.
“We can’t keep them all, but if you agree to be responsible for most of the care, then we can keep one,” Kasamatsu said. Kise’s pout made him want to keep them all, but he knew that would be a disaster, for both them and the kittens. “Pick one, and we’ll have to decide what to do with the other two.”
“I have a friend who volunteers at an animal shelter,” Kuroo offered. “She can probably take them. I’ll talk to her.”
Kise ended up keeping Griffe, and Kasamatsu soon learned why he had named the kitten the French word for claw. Kasamatsu often found claw marks on his arms in the morning, resulting from Griffe sleeping with Kise in the bed. The kitten didn’t seem to like Kasamatsu much, which stung a little, even though he tried hard not to let it bother him.
Kenma and Kuroo’s kitten was as good-natured as he had first seemed, and they were very happy with their choice. He had heard Kenma laugh for the first time, playing with that kitten, and had stopped doing what he had been doing in shock. Who knew kittens could change people.
“Senpai!” Kise yelled in shock, distracting Kasamatsu from the video he was watching. He looked up and pulled out his earphones.
“What?” he asked.
“You’ve got Griffe on your lap, and you’re petting her. And she’s purring.”
Kasamatsu looked at his lap, where the kitten was indeed purring, and looking like she was having the time of her life. Kasamatsu had no idea when that had happened.
“She loves you now. I must’ve rubbed off on her.”
Kasamatsu blinked once, and then felt his face going red as his brain caught up with his ears. Great, now he was blushing at Kise’s nonsense. The kitten had started to change him too.
Blows my mind that AkaFuri is much more popular than KiKasa. Considering that AkaFuri started out as a crack ship.
(I get that AoKise is much more popular. But I find KiKasa’s chemistry to be emotionally touching and Kasamatsu was the reason to Kise’s growth as a person and a player.)
Kurobas Vday Challenge Day 2 - Kikasa
Hey, hey, hey! I’m back with Kikasa this time! I hope @umisabaku doesn’t mind I have set this inside her Designation:Miracle universe but I just couldn’t help it XD
University was an anxious mix of stress and despair or at least that was what Kasamatsu Yukio usually said when his friends asked him how the college life was. Although he could not complain. He trained with Strky on weekends, went out with friends and his marks were not bad. Even sharing a house with Imayoshi y Okamura was not that bad once he got used to it
But sometimes he just missed his home so much. He has spent all his life acting as a parent for Mizuki and Ren while also dealing with the shenanigans of his father. Then came Kise and the Miracles and there was not a dull moment to rest. Which Kasamatsu thought he would welcome once he was away from that nest of problems.
He was so wrong.
So, when the classes got cancelled without previous notice in a nostalgic fit he bought some tickets for Kanagawa. He was expecting anyone to be at home when he arrived as his father was supposed to be in the JSDF and Mizuki and Ren should be at school. Which explained why his first instinct when he saw Kise was to scream.
“Senpai!” his face brightened at the sight of his boyfriend.
“Kise! What the hell are you doing here?” Kasamatsu kicked him when the blonde tried to hug him. “You’re supposed to be in Kaijo.”
“Auch! I’m sorry,” whined the boy. “I was feeling a bit down, so I decided to stay at home.”
“Oh,” Kasamatsu stopped hitting him. Although he had never been in one of Kise’s bad days, his father and Takao had mentioned them sometimes. He always thought Kise simply did not have them. “Look, I… wait, are you wearing my shirt?”
He has not noticed at the beginning but the shirt Kise was wearing was actually his old jersey from Kaijou. Still a bit puzzled, his eyes travelled through the sight of Kise with such personal clothing. And found himself liking it. Now he kind of understood why all the ruckus with the Miracle t-shirt. Not that he is going to admit it.
“I just missed you so much, Senpai,” pouted Kise. “I will return it.”
“N-no!” he stopped him. “Y-you can keep it…”
Kise looked at him surprised by his response. Until he noticed the faint blush on Kasamatsu’s face which also turned his cheeks red. His eyes met for a second, yellow losing itself in steel blue. Kise leaned on wanting desperately to close the space that was separating them. He needed to feel the boy he was in love with against his skin, leave a trail of kisses on his neck and lost himself in the miracle that was Kasamatsu Yukio.
“Oh, Yukio!” interrupted the voice of Kasamatsu Youji. “I didn’t know yo- oh! Sorry, am I interrupting something?”
“Youji-san!” whined Kise. “We were about to make out!”
“No, we weren’t!”
“Don’t worry, kids,” smiled Youji. “You can continue with your horny moment, just do as if I wasn’t here.”
“You heard him, Senpai, let’s continue!”
“Forget it, I’m going back to college.”
Kise trying to convince Kasamatsu to play with him
When I watch a sports anime:
“Himuroooo! I am challenging you!”
Takao and Himuro break off their conversation to look at (an apparently very drunk) Kise. This party is ending with a lot of drunk people, and given that there’s already been one fire (in the kitchen, which was Kagami’s fault) and one very shocking hook-up (Seirin folks are wild) Takao is rather glad he’s not drinking.
“There is not a basketball court here, otherwise I’d gladly accept,” Himuro says. Himuro is drinking, on his third cup in fact, although doesn’t seem at all affected.
“No! Not basketball. For prettiest player. You’re my only competition out of high school basketball players, and we need to decide who’s prettier, you or me.”
“Hey, I’m standing right here,” Takao says.
“Pft,” Kise says. “Please.”
“I’m pretty,” Takao insists. Although he’s not sure why. It just seems worth saying.
“You’re a model, Kise-kun. You are very pretty. Definitely the prettiest person at this party,” Himuro reassures.
“Hey!” Takao says. Both Kise and Himuro look at him with pity in their eyes.
“But we still need to decide,” Kise insists, looking back at Himuro.
Takao is about to express his indigence again when he sees something out of the corner of his eye and does a double-take. “Did anyone else just see that?”
“See what?” Himuro says.
“Whatever it is, it’s not as important as this challenge,” Kise says.
“You’re right. I’ll leave you two to it then!” Takao says, strolling away and laughing.
Sure, he might not count as one of the pretty ones, but he is going to gleefully enjoy it once Kise and Himuro realize they missed out on the naked streaking contest going on with very drunken Murasakibara, Midorima and Kasamatsu. Takao is going to check this out immediately and enjoy gloating over it tomorrow.
A/N: hahaha, I hope you enjoy this sheer crack, friend. I can’t picture those three streaking but will just wave this aside by saying copious amounts of alcohol were involved. Thanks for the question dialogue prompt! (And thanks to everyone who sent one in!! I’m working slowly on them but I am getting to them!)
“This is a really fun show, Ki-chan,” Momoi said excitedly, clinging to Kise’s arm. She was in town for work, and had decided that she wanted to go to Kasamatsu’s band’s show with Kise, “to see if they’re actually as good as you say they are, Ki-chan.”
They didn’t play that often anymore, mostly because none of the members really had that much time to spare anymore, but they made sure to get together once a month or so for a short show.
The place was pretty full that night, and Kise was glad that everyone had enjoyed the music. They had just played the final song, and people were starting to leave when Kasamatsu spoke in his mic.
“Thank you all for coming tonight and supporting us. I know we just played the song we typically end with, but tonight’s a little bit different. I wrote this song, but since I’m not good at singing–” the audience laughed “–the guys were kind enough to humour me.” He paused, and Kise saw his eyes roam the audience before settling on him. “This one’s for you, Kise.”
Stunned, Kise stood still as the band launched into the song. It was decidedly a love song, and Kise stood wide-eyed as the music and lyrics washed over him. As the song neared its end, Kasamatsu got off the stage, the audience parting as he made his way to Kise and got down on his knee to the crowd going wild.
“Kise, will you marry me?”
Kise nodded, too shocked to speak, his eyes filling up with tears. The cool metal of the ring settled on his finger, and then Kasamatsu enveloped him in a hug, letting him hide his face in his neck. The audience cheered louder than ever.
“Why are you crying?” Kasamatsu asked in a whisper.
“I thought you hated dramatics,” Kise mumbled.
“Yes, but you’ve always said you wanted a grand gesture.”
“I didn’t think you’d do it.”
“Love makes people do stupid things.”
OK Y'ALL IM OFFICIALLY ON THE KIKASA BANDWAGON WITH THIS SCENE, IM DEAD, IM SO DEAD IVE NEVER SHIPPED ANYTHING SO HARD IN MY LIFE!😭😭😭🌸🌸🌸