#kuroko no basket fanfic

[kentumi]

city of angels

kagami taiga x reader

*+:.. b4 u read ... fluffy (?), gn friendly, college au (?), implied height difference between kagami n reader, barely proofread = a lil messy (；ω；)

a/n: waow i've never written something so happy this long before >< sorry if it's a little everywhere.. i'm not the best at writing fluff hu (◞‸◟) i feel like this had the potential to be wayy way way way way better ,, also.. i debated on making this a multi-chapter series? but i'm not sure if it's worth expanding on it so let me know wat u guys think in my inbox (づ_ど)

los angeles.

new home, new beginnings. getting an apartment here definitely wasn't easy and barely made it within your list of "apartment requirements."

a wave of stress comes upon you as you arrive at the tenant's office. here to pick up your keys, you would officially start a new chapter. as you stand in front of the building, you second guess your decision on moving to the big city. in comparison to your previous place, the two heavily contrasted. since the beginning, you always held a fear that you wouldn't become accustomed to your new style of living here. within those fears, one of them stood out the most to you: making new connections.

"alright, just sign here.. and the keys are all yours," the tenant smiles. her smile is warm and welcoming. just what you needed.

"i'm assuming you've been to los angeles before, right?" she asks in attempt to ease your mood. the stress that resided in you could probably be seen from a mile away. however, you were too caught up in making sure that no mistakes were on the final paperwork.

"oh! uh- no, not really.. i decided to move here on a whim to start new and," your voice trails off. then it really sinks in; what kind of decision was it to move to a city that you've never been to before? that you knew barely anything about? you can feel the look she gives you without even turning your attention to her.

"well, i wish you luck on your journey. welcome to the city of angels," she smiles again. this time, her words catch you off guard. your eyes dart straight to her and she has the same warm smile on her face. in that moment, you realize that maybe, just maybe, things will be alright.

"yeah.. yeah! thank you!" you stutter. she drops the keys into your hands, and you're on your way.

"city of angels," you whisper to yourself. "i wonder if it lives up to its name." sure, the tenant herself was already an angel and already served the name right, but what's a city of them if there's only one?

making your way to your flat, you take notice to the athletic center of your complex. basketball, tennis, swim. there's a spot for almost everything. however, that grows out of your concern. the red-headed figure on the basketball court wounds up taking your full attention. several attempts were made to get a glimpse of his face, but the world only worked against you. back turned to you, you were only able to admire the passion in his movements across the court.

swinging the door open, you get a whiff of the freshly painted walls of your flat. your tenant had just been here assuring the final touches, which you had assumed since the kitchen lights had already been on. the empty space fully submerges you into your new reality, and you decide, it's time to get to work.

stumbling down the stairs and back into the parking lot, you make way to the moving truck. struggling to set up the ramp, you became convinced that dealing with the truck's contraptions was harder than trudging your boxes up the stairs.

a half hour passes, and you're whooped already. you've moved about four out of the fifteen boxes and you're also definitely at your limit. the workload had you debating on calling it a day and just sleeping on the floor with a sheet for the night.

"hey, you need some help?" an unfamiliar voice shakes you out of your thoughts.

whipping your head around, you're met with the chest of a stranger. and when you look up, your eyes meet with the eyes of the redhead from the basketball court. for some reason, a shiver makes its way down your spine. what was this feeling? you can tell he's shaken up too, eyes wide and jaw clenched.

he looks a little mean, but you can tell he's soft. his gorgeous face and impressive height held your focus for a little too long. you also take notice to the muscle he packs on his arms. the mystery man you were just admiring was now standing right in front of you offering.. help?

you stumble on your words, "oh! i mean, if you don't mind.." and before you knew it, the box in your hands disappeared.

"i can handle it. carry whatever's easiest," his voice was charming. fierce, yet kind. he was confident in his abilities, but not too arrogant. following that, you let him take over.

"you from around here?" he asks, breaking the silence. the two of you had been focused on not tripping up the stairs with your hands full.

"no, actually. it's my first time in los angeles," you smile to yourself. suddenly, living here didn't sound too bad. not if he was around.

your redheaded assistant exclaims out of shock, exhibiting the same reaction as your tenant but with his own twist, "well, i hope you come to like it here. it's a beautiful city, really."

you nod, and it goes silent again.

"what was your name? i didn't quite catch it before," you needed to know who he was. after all, he was your athletic center crush turned moving assistant.

" 'names taiga. taiga kagami," you can tell he's proud of himself. not in the sense that he was an arrogant loser, but that the journey connected to his name was all worth.

"well, it’s nice to meet you taiga. i'm y/n, and i am very grateful to be having you help me," you smile. it's obvious that your comment flusters him.

"mm," his shoulders are tense and his voice grows quieter than it was before. with that tough look on his face, you'd never think he'd become easily flustered like this.

a few hours pass, and taiga places the rest of your stuff next to the front door, "you need help with anything else?"

"i think i'll be fine," you smile, "thank you again for helping me. i think i would've just given up on moving had you not showed up."

you find it cute the way he scratches the back of his head. a gentle giant, he was. and for a moment, you both steal a glance from one another. he plays it off, acting as if he was observing the room. the room grows silent once more, and you decide it's your turn to break it.

"oh yeah, i've been meaning to ask.. where's your place at? unless you're just here to use the courts," you joke, but he pouts.

"actually, i'm right across from you," it sounds like he takes pride in where he resides. right across from you. what a steal.

the way everything fell into place so perfectly had you starstruck. you couldn't believe that the man, who simply started out as a mystery crush, turned assistant, had now turned into the boy next door. or rather, across the hall.

shock made itself at home on your face. you were speechless, unsure on how to recover from this right in front of him.

"what a coincidence this must be then," you smile, trying to sound like what he just said didn't just send you through the roof. he smiles back, but this time, it feels more welcoming. the former desolation of your empty apartment becomes warm and you feel an invisible pressure lifted off of your shoulders. however, the feeling is all too familiar.

"well, i'll be across the hall if you ever need anything. just ring the doorbell and i'll get to ya," he shoots you another smile, and up and out the door he goes. at first, you debate on stopping him and offering to take him to eat out, but you decide you're not bold enough for that yet.

the evening replays in your mind as you hover over your kitchen counter. his kind nature paired with his athletic abilities topped with his physique had you absolutely whipped. you'd align him with your definition of angelic.

maybe los angeles truly was the city of angels, and taiga just so happened to find his way to you.

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[gaystay]

Forget Me- Aomine Alternate Ending

Genre- angst

Warnings: none!

We pick up partway through the last chapter where Aomine has come knocking on your door.

''Y/N I swear to GOD LET ME IN!''

You ignored your ex boyfriend's yells. After all, you were pretending you weren't home. You had checked several times on your way home to make sure he wasn't following you, but once you realized he might still come to try to talk to you, you shut off all the lights and locked the door. So long as you stayed quiet, he'd eventually have to assume you decided to go somewhere else, right? And then he'd leave. 

Well, sort of. He was stubborn. He also wasn't an idiot. 

''Y/N please, I know you're in there, I just want to talk!'' He continued to plead with you. His voice tugged at your heart, but you resolutely shut him out. He carried on calling out to you, even after he stopped knocking. He clearly didn't buy the idea that you hadn't gone home. He sat outside your door for hours, occasionally calling your name and sobbing quietly. You curled up on the couch and pulled a pillow over your head, trying to block out the sounds of his whimpers before you started crying again too. 

A few hours later, you sat up, realizing the sounds outside had stopped. You sat still, listening tensely. Finally, after several minutes of uneasy silence, you carefully crept up to the door. Pushing up on your toes, you peered through the peep hole as stealthily as you could.  

He was gone. 

You let out a long breath. Finally. If he'd stayed any longer, you might've given in. Aomine wasn't the sort of person to let himself cry in front of anyone else, and he definitely wasn't the type to beg, no matter what, but the way he begged you to let him in... well. You probably wouldn't have lasted much longer. Thank goodness for winter break. So long as you stayed at home and didn't let him in if he came around again, you should be fine. Even when you went back to college in a week, you didn't have any actual classes together. Unfortunately, he knew full well where your dorm was and where your classes were. You'd have a hard time avoiding him then. You sighed. The only thing to do, it seemed, was to get some help from a friend. You tracked down your phone, which was hiding under a couch cushion, and called your high school best friend, who also happened to be an expert on your ex boyfriend. Kise Ryota. 

3 Weeks Later

The snow was melting, leaving campus slushy and slippery. Even 2 weeks back into classes, you still ran from class to class, hoping to avoid Aomine. He tried so many times to reach you, but you blocked him everywhere. As you expected, when classes started up again, he came around to your dorm looking for you. Your roommate, blessed girl that she was, patiently turned him away every time. You were too busy, you were taking a nap, you weren't back yet, or, when he'd had enough of excuses, you simply wouldn't see him. 

After that, he started trying to catch you before or after classes, but he was out of his depth there. He was used to you waiting at the front of the crowd for him, trying to make yourself seen. You hid at the back of the crowd, hiding in clumps of much taller, bigger people. You took alternate routes and used secondary entrances to lecture halls and any classrooms that had other doors. You had a couple awkward run ins with some of his friends, but while they wished you would talk to him, they agreed not to tell him where to find you. They knew that if you wanted to be found, you'd let him find you. Clearly you didn't.  

Your roommate was an angel, but she was tired of turning away the distraught boy, and often asked you to just talk to him and get it over with. Your closest friends supported you in your choices, but they had their own things going on, and didn't often have the time to talk about the Aomine situation.   

Kise was your rock. He always made time for you, checking in on you multiple times a day. He was always protective, but even more so now. He took care of you, helping you let out all of the emotions you had concerning your ex boyfriend. He even arranged for you to have a little closure, which at first had you feeling horribly guilty, but Kise was there for every second of it, helping you through it. He wasn't at the same college, but he was close enough that he came to visit you every weekend, taking you around town and hanging out with you so you didn't have to be lonely or sad. You hadn't been so alone in a long time, your days were filled with your interactions with Aomine, and now he wasn't a part of your life. You were the one who cut him out, but you still missed the time you spent together. Kise made up for it. He knew full well you needed contact. You needed people. And he was more than happy to be that person for you. 

A month went by, then two. You began to stop worrying about Aomine. He seemed to have gotten the message, since you hadn't seen him near your classes in ages. You still avoided places he might be out of habit, but it was no longer a priority. Your friends weren't as busy lately, and you spent many happy hours out with them, enjoying their company. Your roommate had been integrated into your little group, and the few of you made a cheerful party. Lately, you had developed a routine. You and the girls chose a restaurant in town to visit every wednesday, since none of you had morning classes the day after, and Kise came down to see you every friday, staying in your dorm for the weekend. Your roommate had family in town that she stayed with on weekends, so Kise was free to use your dorm when he came around. You had gotten much closer with him in the last two months. Friday was your favorite day of the week now, for more reasons than one. He was always so cheerful, so sweet, so happy to see you. Seeing him tended to make you forget about everyone else.      

6 Months Later

''Whew! That was a long act!'' You fanned yourself with the playbill. ''It's so damn hot in there.''  

''Oh sorry, I think that's me.'' Your boyfriend chuckled. You pushed him, grinning. 

''Shut the fuck up, Ryota.'' He smiled back, his blonde hair falling into his eyes. He was so adorable, you thought, so wonderful.   

''Ah, you know you love it.'' He winked. ''I'll grab us some drinks, 'kay babe?'' He pecked your cheek and slipped off through the crowd. You watched him go with a dopey smile. Man, you loved that idiot!  

''Y-Y/N? That you?''

Fuck. 

You knew that voice. 

You turned. Slowly. Incredulously. He didn't like plays. He didn't know anybody who did theatre. What the HELL was he doing at the school production???

''H-hi.'' You managed a lame wave. He gave you a lopsided smile.

''Man, I haven't seen you in forever.'' 

''Ah, yeah...''

''So... how've you been?'' He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable. You shuffled your feet, trying to think of what to say.

''I've been good, I guess. Pretty good, yeah.'' You tried for a smile.  

''Oh good, good. Was that Kise just now?''  

''Oh yeah, he just went for some drinks.'' You tried for a casual demeanor. You hoped it paid off. Aomine suddenly developed an interest in his shoes, eyes not leaving the ground.

 ''So... are you guys... like-'' he glanced up, catching your eye for a second before immediately looking away. He took a deep breath. ''You're with him now aren't you.''   

It wasn't a question. Instantly, all the blood came rushing to your cheeks, making you want to hide in a corner. You had to remind yourself to breathe. He was looking up at you now, emotions running rampant all over his face. He wasn't over you, that much was clear. You took a deep breath, finally finding the words you needed him to hear after months of ignoring him. 

''Daiki, I-''

''Wait,'' he cut in. ''I know what you're going to say. I'm not gonna ask for you back, Y/N, I can tell you love him. I still-'' his voice cracked, but he kept going. ''I still love you. But so does he. And you chose him. So I won't get in your way. I just want you to be happy.'' He sniffed a bit, and with a start, you realized his eyes were glistening. He really still loved you. His words tore at your heart, especially since he assumed you thought he would try to get in between you and Kise. You really had hurt him terribly. You should have spoken to him long ago, but you were always to scared. But now it was time.    

''Daiki... no. I never thought that of you. I need to tell you something.'' He looked up, surprised.  ''A few months ago... Kise realized who your friend was. The girl I saw you with. I didn't realize he knew her too. He brought her to come see me. She- she told me everything. How you asked her for help for our anniversary...'' You paused, breathing much faster than you should be. ''You never cheated on me Daiki. I should have listened to you. I should have let you explain. I'm sorry. I didn't give you a chance. It's all my fault. I should never have assumed the worst of you. Can you ever forgive me?'' 

Silence. 

Not quite silence. He was hiccuping quietly, and so now were you, both of you trying to hold back tears once again.  

''I- I don't know what- what to say to this.'' He managed. You nodded, looking anywhere but his face. 

''I know. I'm sorry Daiki, I really am.'' You whispered. 

''You could've told me when you found out. Why didn't you?'' 

''I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't know how to tell you! I thought it was too late. I thought you'd be angry!''

He straightened indignantly.

''Angry? At you? Fuck, Y/N, I would've just been glad you were talking to me again! I just wanted you back! And now- now you've moved on, huh?'' 

You nodded, avoiding his piercing gaze. 

''I have, Daiki. I'm sorry. I really did love you, you know. But now you need to forget me.''

''But-''

''Forget me, Daiki! You''ll find someone else! A better girl! Someone who won't do what I did! You deserve better anyway.'' You turned, scanning the crowd for Kise. He sniffled behind you.  

''There won't be anyone better than you, Y/N.'' 

You waited for him to say something else. He never did. After a minute you turned, but there was no sign of him in the crowd. He was gone.  

Several minutes later, Kise popped up at your elbow. 

''Sorry baby, the line was crazy long!'' He handed you a cup. You took it wordlessly, still staring out at the sea of people, searching for signs of the blue haired boy, but he was nowhere to be found. Kise frowned, catching onto your faraway look. ''Babe, what's wrong? Something happen while I was gone?'' 

''I saw him.''

''And?''

''He... still loves me.''  

''Oh.'' 

''He might hate me now. I knew he didn't cheat and I never tried to apologize to him until now.''

''Oh baby-''

''I'm a horrible person, aren't I?''

The lights flickered, an indication that the second act was about to start. Kise sighed.

''Don't you worry about that. Let's go back in for now, then we'll go back to the dorms, ok?'' 

You nodded, but you were barely paying attention to him. It was all your fault all along. You threw away the most wonderful relationship. You took Aomine's love and trust and trashed it because you were stubborn. You didn't know just how badly you'd hurt him, but in retrospect, your foolishness was glaring. Once you knew, you should have reached out to him, even just to make amends. Even just to apologize. Instead, you let him suffer, believing that the girl he loved still thought he betrayed her.  

''Forget me,'' you had told him. Forget me, but would you ever forget him?

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[tenkasato]

choose me again choose me again!!!!!!! you made us think it was gona be a hapy ending! the previews were also misleading. so mean ten 😭😭😭

It was intentionally misleading ^^ and it was intentionally to hurt readers as well ^^ I actually thought hard about what title to match with the fic, then it clicked. Let's use the most painful line Akashi used, and voila.

And and and... I do still think it was a happy ending for both, just not the happy ending we would've wanted.

Thanks for reading! ^^

#akashi seijuro x reader #akashi x reader #akashi seijuro #kuroko no basket fanfic #choose me again #tenkasato says what #anon ask

[justfifi]

Fears/Phobias

[You can find it on AO3]

What would be the K-squads fears/phobias? (Both canon and headcanon!) CW: Mentions of different kinds of fear and phobias! I don't go too into depth but I'll put this warning here just in case.

Kagami Taiga:

Canonically:

- Cynophobia: the fear of dogs

 > Taiga was scared of Nigou(Tetsuya #2) which originated from an event that occurred in America where he was bitten by a dog

- Riko-phobia: the fear of his coach Riko

 > Like many of the members of the Seirin basketball club, he's afraid of his coach, Aida Riko.

Headcanon:

- Autophobia: the fear of being abandoned

> I feel that Taiga wouldn't necessarily have this phobia but he is scared of being left behind. Mainly originated from the fact that his mother is dead(canonically, Taiga only has a dad, so we don't actually know the status of his mom) and the fact that Tatsuya left him.

Kageyama Tobio:

Semi-Canon:

- He's afraid of falling back to being the 'King', 'Tyrant', 'Dictator', and well, you get the message.

- Pistanthrophobia: the fear of trusting others

> It's pretty clear that Tobio hates being called those nicknames but he might have actually been afraid of going back to being 'that'. He's afraid of losing the trust that his teammates had in him. In fact, he might be scared of trusting others again because his old team betrayed his trust on the court and Tobio doesn't want to face that event again.

- Thantophobia: the fear of losing someone you loved

> This can tie into the previous fear in which Tobio is afraid of losing the Karasuno Volleyball Club members like how he lost his old team and his grandpa. And if Tobio's parents were dead(since we never saw them), the fear might have started at that point but he held on because he had his grandpa and Miwa.

- Athazagoraphobia: the fear of being forgotten/ignored

> Clearly, Tobio doesn't want to face the humiliation of no one hitting his tosses, so I can see that he might be afraid of people ignoring his tosses.

Kyan Reki:

Canonically:

- Autophobia: the fear of being abandoned

> This fear was shown in episode 7(you know, the episode in which almost every fan avoided), where Reki was insecure in his skateboarding abilities. It really highlights the fact that Reki was scared of being left behind because he's the least 'talented' amongst the group.

- Phasmophobia: the fear of ghosts

> Another canon fear as shown in episode 6(the beach episode just right before the angst episode), where Reki and Langa were running away from the Pantu. Pantu are the people who chased them around and they are dressed as such to try and scare away evil spirits.

Semi-Canon:

- Thantophobia: the fear of losing someone you loved

> Considering Reki's old friend quit skateboarding(and seemingly disappeared from Reki's life) because he got injured, Reki is probably afraid of anyone leaving him again. This also gave him the reason why he wanted Langa to not go against ADAM. Reki was afraid that Langa would get injured, because ADAM was a dangerous opponent, and then leave skateboarding because of that.

Bakugou Katsuki:

Canonically:

- Atelophobia: the fear of not being enough or being imperfect

> In his fight against Izuku, he expresses his insecurity and how he 'killed' All Might by being the reason All Might retired. Katsuki is being tortured by the fact that he was so weak that he was the reason for All Might's fall while Izuku rises with his power. In the recent manga chapters, we see Katsuki's true feelings as he always sees himself behind Izuku. Also I kind of headcanon him being sort of a perfectionist which aids into the fear.

Semi-Canon:

- Allphobia: the fear of being abducted or being kidnapped

  > Listen... Katsuki has been kidnapped so many times, I swear, please just give the man a poor break. But at the same time, he doesn't seem quite afraid of his kidnappers, more of the consequences(*cough* All Might's fall *cough*).

Headcanon:

- The fear of not being able to protect someone

  > Class 1A has certainly grown onto Katsuki, some more than others, and I think if he was in a position where he had to save/protect them, he would do his best to. And if Katsuki fails, perhaps he will beat himself over it. He prides himself as one of stronger classmates in the class and if he's not strong enough to save his extr- classmates, who else would be? [/hj, the pro heroes could save them ^^]

Kuroba Kaito:

Canonically:

- Ichthyophobia: the fear of fish

  > We don't know the main cause or where his fear originated from but it is a canon fear that he has! Personally, I wonder why he has such a fear and I wonder if Gosho Aoyama would explain this(probably not tho-)

Semi-Canon:

- Thantophobia: the fear of losing someone you loved

  > Canonically, we know that his father died and his mother is absent in his life after Toichi's death, so Kaito has been alone for quite a long time. I headcanon he's a bit touch-starved and a bit clingy because he doesn't want to lose anyone close to him anymore. (THIS COULD SERVE SO MUCH ANGST- IMAGINE HE GETS NIGHTMARES OF THEM DYING AND THEN- okay I'm getting off topic)

Headcanon:

- Autophobia: the fear of being abandoned

    > This could tie in with the fear that I previously listed. But at the same time, I feel that he's been abandoned a few times already and that it just numbs him when they do leave. When I said that this could tie in with the previous phobia, I meant that if Kaito ever gets closer to any of the characters(maybe even close enough to share his little secret), he would get really hurt if the person just leaves him by himself. Like he just warmed up to the person but then the person just gives up on him or something.

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[peopleugh]

Chapters: 1/10 Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke | Kuroko's Basketball Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Generation of Miracles & Generation of Miracles, Kiseki no Sedai | Generation of Miracles & Kuroko Tetsuya, Akashi Seijuurou & Aomine Daiki & Kise Ryouta & Midorima Shintarou & Murasakibara Atsushi, Generation of Miracles & Momoi Satsuki Characters: Kiseki no Sedai | Generation of Miracles, Kuroko Tetsuya, Kagami Taiga, Seirin High Basketball Team Members, Momoi Satsuki, Akashi Seijuurou, Kise Ryouta, Aomine Daiki, Midorima Shintarou, Murasakibara Atsushi, Nijimura Shuuzou Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Protective Generation of Miracles, Team as Family, Protective Team, Families of Choice, GoM as a Family, BAMF Generation of Miracles, Badass Kuroko Tetsuya, Past Child Abuse, Mother Hen Akashi Seijuurou, Mental Health Issues, Fluff and Angst, Bad Parenting, My First AO3 Post, My First Fanfic, Teiko Middle School's A+ Teaching, Child Neglect, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Fix-It of Sorts, Not Beta Read, Not Canon Compliant, Sleep Deprivation, Literal Sleeping Together, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Flashbacks, Teikou Era, Neglect, Secret Past, Secrets, Adopted Sibling Relationship, Dysfunctional Family, Platonic Relationships Summary:

This is my first fanfic, so bear with me. Everyone who has played basketball has heard of the 'Generation of Miracles', a group of 5 (or 6, or 7 depending on who you ask) talented basketball prodigies. Anyone could tell you lots of things they have heard or know about the elite group. Their teams would like to think they know more about these players than most. Despite coming a long way from their past, the results of their middle school rise and fall are not gone, and their oblivious teams (because obviously, no-one can communicate properly) are in for some unexpected revelations. GoM centric where Teikou was a bit more intense than we are told during the series, and I really like their rainbow hair. Less serious than I'm making it sound.

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[teamatsumu]

how GoM react to you wearing their jersey to a game

-> 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.

#kuroko no basket #generation of miracles #knb #kise ryota #kise ryota x reader #aomine daiki #aomine daiki x reader #murasakibara x reader #murasakibara atsushi #midorima shintaro x reader #midorima x reader #akashi seijirou #akashi seijuurou x reader #generation of miracles headcanons #knb headcanons #kuroko's basketball #knb fanfic

[kleftiko]

Would you be able to write a oneshot or some headcanons for Kuroko x reader where reader is always hugging him from behind and giving him butterfly kisses and nudges while he's just standing there straight face going about his business? The episode at the pool where Momoi is shaking him back and forth cracks me up. "he's got the looks and personality of old drywall" 😭

❦ IF YOU PAY ATTENTION

cw: none, this is fluff, alcohol consumption

he’s the type of boyfriend that places his hand over the corner of a counter when you bend down for something

"tetsu-kun~" you sang. "testu-kun~"

arms wrapped around his waist, chest pressed against his back, and cheek nuzzled into his soft, blue hair. your intoxicated mumbles and cuddling were a stark contrast to your boyfriend, who sat at the bar eating his post-drinking ramen. the only indication that he knew you were there was when he raised his chopsticks to feed you some gyoza every so often.

his friends—also tipsy—stared at you. in your own little world, it didn’t seem like you even registered the fact that your boyfriend was practically ignoring you. at least, maybe it looked like that to them.

to you, the subtle movement of his arms to stabilize you when you leaned too far one way was an indication that he wanted you to keep holding onto him. the discreet pats on your thighs after you sang his name told you he was listening.

to others, he looks like drywall, disinterested and bored, but when he gives you a miso-flavoured kiss after he slurped up the rest of his soup and thanked you for keeping him company, everyone can tell how much he loves you.

now, when his friends look at you and see you spinning around your boyfriend in a welcoming hug, they notice his hand on your waist and the discreet way he moves your body to the side of the pavement, not facing the road.

he may not be giving open kisses like you are, but he does show his love.

#knb x you #knb fanfic #knb kuroko #knb x y/n #knb x reader #knb imagines #kuroko no basuke x reader #kuroko tetsuya x reader #kuroko x reader #kuroko no basket imagines #kuroko no basket x reader #knb fluff

[dairyocchi]

i desperately need knb (kuroko’s basketball) to get a popularity resurgence 😕 like where are all the haikyuu and other sports anime girlies at you’ll love knb trust

#kuroko’s basketball #kuroko no basket #knb #haikyuu #anime #manga #blue lock #sk8 the infinity #sk8 #free #yuri on ice #basketball #volleyball #i need kise to get that oikawa treatment you don’t understand #HE EVEN HAS A REAL LEG INJURY #you’ll love him just trust #hinata #kuroko #kageyama tobio #kagami #kagehina #kagakuro #iwaoi #aokise #kikasa #idk anymore just watch it pls on my knees begging 😢 #ace of diamond #i need the fanfic writers to get in too bc we’re severely lacking #kise #oikawa tooru

[warabidakihime]

Between Buzzer Beaters and Love Letters

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.

#akashi seijuro x reader #akashi x reader #akashi seijuurou x reader #akashi seijuro #kuroko no basket #knb fanfic #the basketball which kuroko plays #Akashi Seijūrō #Akashi Seijuurou #seijuro #knb akashi #knb imagines #knb scenarios #knb x y/n #knb x reader #knb x you #knb fluff #akashi x you #seijuro x reader #seijuro x you #akashi seijuro x you

[mercuriians]

Heyyyyyyy, I say your requests are open and I was wondering if you could write the GoM (Knb) reacting to their gf wrapping WAP?

Can be Sfw Or nsfw...or both?

Thank youuuuuuu

rap god(dess)

content info — fem! reader, suggestive gom drabbles (all separate, characters assumed to be aged up), slight crack sprinkled in. NSFW in aomine & kise's parts. MINORS BEWARE 😠 based on the song by cardi b & megan thee stallion.

word count — 2.5k words.

author’s note — thank you for the req!! this was pretty fun to write ngl. i told myself i was only going to write around three paragraphs per character, but well, things did not go according to plan lol. sorry for the delay, i hope the length makes up for it!

MIDORIMA.

quite frankly, with the vivid blush currently illuminating the boy's face, midorima looks like the perfect mascot for christmas. but really, no one can blame him. no, not when vulgar, obscene lyrics are effortlessly spilling from his girlfriend's lips like melted gold. maybe he should have predicted this in hindsight, midorima thinks to himself, brows furrowed. you did tend to have a bit of a surprisingly dirty mind hidden behind your unassuming personality.

"why are you singing such a crude song?" midorima utters, a frown etched onto his sharp features. to his chagrin, he recognizes it, having heard from takao of how popular the track was in america.

midorima makes no effort to stop you, however. he remains firmly by the doorway. it's as if he's transfixed by your confident voice and your improvised but smooth movements. he can't quite remember the last time he saw you dance, much less rap. it's a bit embarrassing to admit—for him, at least—but right now, you look undeniably attractive, with your swaying body and carefree grin.

obstinately, he conceals his growing arousal with a wince.

"now from the top, make it drop, that's some wet ass pussy!" you rap before finally looking over to where midorima stands stiffly. in a deceptively innocent manner, you wave to him. "you wanna join in on the fun, shin?" you ask, as if you don't already know what the answer will be. your fingers move to quickly smooth out your shirt.

the basketball player clicks his tongue. "i don't have time for that nonsense," he replies in his usual matter-of-fact tone, pushing his glasses up for good measure. still, it doesn't look like you're convinced, and for some reason your eyes are trailing lower and lower down his tall figure.

midorima feels himself panic.

you meet his gaze, giving the basketball player a sly smirk. unfortunately he already knows what you're going to say before the words even leave your mouth. "alright, but your body," you gesture towards the tent in his jeans, "is saying otherwise." the poor boy promptly chokes on his saliva.

KISE.

it only takes a moment for kise's silky voice to mix with your own. before he even reaches you, he's rapping, lyrics easily slipping from his lips as if he's rehearsed them a hundred times before. in all seriousness, he has. that's the reason why kasamatsu hit him square on the head last week, with a bit more force than usual.

but you don't need to know that. kise reaches for your phone on the living room table, lowering the song's volume just a little so that he can hear your combined voices better. "spit in my mouth, look at my eyes. this pussy is wet, come take a dive," you both sing in unison, turning to look at each other with the same stupid lopsided grin.

the song rolls on and along the way, you and kise formulate some dance moves to accentuate the musical experience. some are undoubtedly silly, with kise, for example, waving his arms around and making exaggerated facial expressions. it's all meant to withdraw a laugh from you, of course, and it works. but then there are the other types of dance moves.

the ones that exude a sensuous kind of aura, where hips sway and gyrate lecherously, where eyes become heavy with fervor and lust. these dances are the most dangerous, undoubtedly, because of the temptations that they entail. a person might become consumed by the reckless desire that burns within their stomach if they aren't careful. and then suddenly, the atmosphere can change with just a blink of an eye.

that's exactly what happens the moment you impulsively decide to push kise down onto a chair and give him a lap dance. the way you move your body is shockingly fluid, and you seem to know just what to do to arouse the blonde even more. there are some small pauses here and there as you decide which moves to try next, but kise hardly notices them when you're biting your lip like that. it's only inevitable for him to lose all sense of self-control, really. soon he becomes focused on getting your shirt off, no longer paying any attention to the song on loop.

"fuck, ryouta!” you moan as you unabashedly bounce on your boyfriend’s cock, arms loosely wrapped around his toned shoulders. “nngh, feels so good—” the way the chair wobbles and shakes should be concerning, but quite clearly neither of you can care less at the moment.

kise’s warm, large hands rest comfortably on your hips, occasionally squeezing your ass whenever the pleasure feels particularly intense. “just like that, babe, yeah,” he pants, rolling his hips to meet yours. “you’re doing so well for me, aren’t you, (name)-cchi?” he reaches up to cup your face in his hand, leaning forward to capture your lips in a heated kiss. his tongue swirls around yours, and kise can’t help but groan into your open mouth.

needless to say, you both are too preoccupied to notice when the song finally ends.

AOMINE.

aomine hasn’t even entered the club room yet when he hears the echo of your voice. he’s heard you rap before, so he knows that you’re actually quite skilled at it. still, this particular performance is quickly turning out to be his definite favorite so far. he briskly walks down the hallway, a little too eager to see his stunning girlfriend. you don’t disappoint, of course.

you’re flipping your hair sassily, using your half-full water bottle as your makeshift microphone while you dance around the vacant area. aomine watches you, wholly enraptured, an amused smirk pulling at his lips but with his eyes already clouded with lust. “hop on top, i want a ride. i do a kegel while it’s inside,” you rap, still blissfully unaware of the one-man audience that you now have. aomine almost doesn’t want to interrupt your singing session, just so he can continue to see you in your element. which happens to be sexy as hell.

“you want a ride, huh?” aomine chuckles lowly, making you drop your water bottle out of alarm. he walks over to where you stand, leaning down to whisper in your ear so he can mess with you. “could’ve just asked, baby.”

suddenly all your confidence seems to evaporate, terminated by that single sentence. your cheeks darken into a rosy shade. aomine grins, taking pride in how all too easy it was to make you flustered. “what?” he asks, feigning innocence. “lost your voice or something?”

“you’re a jerk,” you mutter, reaching up so you can hit the basketball player in the chest. the music is still playing in the background, unaffected by aomine’s antics, but it seems like you’re too embarrassed to continue rapping. the boy only stares down at you, smirk never once faltering. “pick up my water bottle, daiki, you made me drop it.”

aomine shrugs. “you’re closer to the ground,” he responds casually. he’s well aware that the comment is a bit out of pocket—you never did like to be teased about your height—but he really can’t control himself when he’s around you. especially in the state he’s in right now.

“oh come on,” you groan, feeling frustration well up within your chest along with your embarrassment. still, you bend down to pick up the bottle, completely oblivious to the lustful thoughts that swarm aomine’s head. a startled gasp rips past your throat when you feel his large, calloused hands grab hold of your hips. however, quicker than you would like to admit, the surprise shifts into arousal the moment the basketball player presses his bulge against your ass.

with his fingers already tugging your skirt down, aomine breathes out, “since you like that song so much, you wanna act it out?”

your eyes widen, and you try to think straight, try to be a responsible manager, but the way he grinds against you so deliciously starts to scramble any coherent thought you may have had. “wait, d-daiki— satsuki and sakurai are still cleaning up the gym,” you protest weakly, those words being your last line of defense. not that they would have worked.

“doesn’t matter,” he practically growls, tugging you up so that your back rests against his chest. “who’s the team captain here?”

“you are,” you answer, but your voice comes out as a breathless whine. the submissive sound only fuels aomine even more, and it isn’t long before all of your clothes are ripped off and forgotten on the ground. soon, his hips are furiously smacking against yours, your whimpers mixing in with the boy’s groans. “god, mmph, does this mean i should rap m-more of those—nngh— american songs?”

“fuck yeah.”

MURASAKIBARA.

rivulets of water run down the muscular expanse of murasakibara's bare skin as a soft ivory towel hangs around his neck, a lazily pleased expression sprawled across his face—all evidence of the shower he's just indulged in after a long evening of rigorous practice. there's one more thing that he still craves at the moment, however. his stomach growls audibly, and almost as if he's running on autopilot, he walks straight to the kitchen.

now the closer he gets to the area, the clearer he hears your voice. it seems like you're singing quite an explicit song. "gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me," you rap enthusiastically. murasakibara doesn't think too much about the sexual connotations, though, since getting his hands on some corn chips is his main priority at the moment.

right before he steps foot into the kitchen, he asks, "(name)-chin, can ya get me a bag of—" that's when his amethyst gaze lands on your dancing figure, and before he knows it, he grows quiet, somewhat interested by the sight in front of him.

"talk yo' shit, bite your lip. ask for a car while you ride that dick," you rap, moving your head along to the rhythm. your eyes meet murasakibara's, and instead of feeling embarrassed, his presence only fuels you to dance more vigorously. it's like there's a voice at the back of your head, pushing you to see just how much of a reaction you can draw out of your normally indifferent boyfriend. admittedly, the fact that he's currently shirtless is also a reason for motivation.

however, when the song ends a little while later, it doesn't seem as if murasakibara is affected much. he remains where he is, continuing to lean on the doorway. the closest indication that he even saw you perform is the slightly impressed look in his eyes, but even that is nothing more than a sliver, and it makes you question if you're hallucinating it. you huff out a small sigh of defeat, and you turn around, reaching for the drawer. "corn chips, right?"

the basketball player doesn't say anything as he approaches you, and he doesn't say anything either as his arms circle possessively around your waist. there's a shiver that runs down your spine. you turn your head so you can meet his gaze—wait, why are his eyes so dark?

"i think i'm hungry for something else now, (name)-chin."

AKASHI.

humming quietly to himself, akashi gets up from his spot on the living room sofa, beginning to walk over to your room. it's a friday evening, and although he'd usually have practice at this time, coach shirogane had called in sick—a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence, really. either way, akashi was sure to take advantage of the opportunity, especially considering how both of your schedules tended to overflow with academics and extracurriculars alike.

his mind wanders a bit, and he remembers you telling him about a volleyball game that was scheduled a few days ago. he could indeed have asked you what the outcome was via text, but akashi has always preferred face-to-face communication. he supposes that he's more traditional in that sense.

however, what he isn't quite expecting is to hear you, normally dignified and proper, rapping lyrics that are particularly edged with profanities. there's a small, rare twinge of disbelief that tugs at him, prompting him to silently move closer to the door. "your honor, i'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes. switch my wig, make him feel like he cheating," akashi hears you belt out. his eyes widen the tiniest bit.

still, by no means is he deaf; regardless of how explicit your music taste seems to be, he can hear the genuine talent seeping from your voice, how you swiftly enunciate each syllable clearly while also maintaining the rap's nimble pace. judging from the sound of your movements, he guesses that you're also dancing.

for a moment, akashi considers connecting you with a respected hip-hop artist that his family loosely has relations with. a bit of a far-fetched thought, maybe, but truly anything is possible in the eyes of a visionary.

when the song reaches its end, he knocks on the bedroom door. he doesn't miss the small sound of surprise that you make. "can i come in, darling?" akashi asks sweetly.

"of course, seijuro," you answer, and he opens the door to see you sitting on the bed. other than the drop of sweat rolling down your face, there's no other indication that you were dancing quite passionately just a few moments ago. you smile up at him, walking over to press a quick kiss to his cheek. "did you just get here?"

akashi knows you well enough to see the actual meaning hidden within your words: oh no, i hope you didn't hear much.

he smiles a bit too slyly. "don't worry, my love, your secret's safe with me," he hums, taking a moment to admire the blush on your face before pulling you into a kiss. slowly, he guides the two of you to your bed, his hands calculatingly tracing the hem of your shirt. he'd just have to make you realize that there isn't anything to be ashamed of.

BONUS: KUROKO.

"i want you to park that big mack truck right in this little garage," you rap shamelessly, completely lost within your own world and failing to notice your boyfriend standing just a few feet away from you. "make it cream, make me sc— ah!" you squeal, eyes widening in horror as you finally catch sight of kuroko. you immediately pause the song playing on your phone. "uhm, hey tetsu. number two and i were just.. having a singing session."

number two barks in agreement.

all kuroko does is let out a quiet hum of acknowledgment. much to your confusion, he picks up number two, securing the equally confused puppy within his arms before leaving promptly. "was my rapping that bad?" you murmur to yourself, dismayed.

however, after a minute, kuroko returns to the room. you stare at him, flabbergasted. "why did you stop the music?" he asks innocently.

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No request, just wanted to say that I did quite enjoy your knb writings. Not a lot of blogs still do those, especially this well, so thanks for sticking up with the basketball dorks :)

Wow, thank you thank you! Knb will always hold an important piece of my heart. I've always watched it as a stress reliever when college got too hectic and stressful. Even now I still do ^^

Thank you for reading them! And thank you for taking the time to write this message. You guys really inspire me to continue writing. Have a good day! ^^

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Love Languages

[You can find it on AO3]

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

Kagami Taiga: Words Of Affirmation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Shut up Teppei!"

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

~ Kuroko Tetusya Sent One Voice Recording:

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

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

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

"Is basketball all you think about, Bakagami?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kageyama Tobio: Acts Of Service

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tobio hides his smile with the volleyball.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tobio opens his eyes and nods.

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

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

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

Tobio nods once more.

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

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

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

Kyan Reki: Gift-Giving

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I do actually," Reki fidgets.

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

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

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

"Really?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ramen!"

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

"JOE,"

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

"I got something for you,"

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

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

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

"Huh?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bakugou Katsuki: Acts Of Service

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 "Shut it, nerd,"

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

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

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

 "Don't call me Kacchan."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kuroba Kaito: Quality Time

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

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

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

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

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

 "Hey there! Is Aoko awake?"

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

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

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

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

 "Is it the newly opened one?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 "Oh my, botchama!"

 "Jeez Hakuba!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#i forgot i had a tumblr #anyways #reposting my ao3 fics here too #Favoritism at its Finest #kuroko no basket #knb #kuroko no basket fanfic #haikyuu #hq #haikyuu fanfic #skate the infinity #sk8 #skate the infinity fanfic #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia fanfic #my hero academia fanfic #magic kaito #detective conan #dcmk #magic kaito fanfic #detective conan fanfic #kagami taiga #kageyama tobio #kyan reki #bakugou katsuki #kuroba kaito #kaito kid

[kenjicopy]

oioi, anjoos !! estou aqui para doar capinhas para vocês, apesar de eu querer ter feito só com temas natalinos, deve ter apenas três com esse tema hehe

regrinhas .

1. Título: Pizza no Natal - Anime: Kuroko No Basket - Personagens: Aomine Daiki & Kagami Taiga - Credits: Official Arts . INDISPONÍVEL

2. Título: Romântico Anônimo - Anime: Jujutsu Kaisen - Personagens: Gojo Satoru & Nanami Kento - Credits: Official Arts . INDISPONÍVEL

3. Título: Close - Anime: Naruto - Personagens: Sakura Haruno & Hinata Hyuuga - Credits: Made by IA . INDISPONÍVEL

4. Título: ? - Anime: Haikyuu - Personagens: Kageyama Tobio & Hinata Shoyo . Credits: Arts by @itswannysenpai INDISPONÍVEL

5. Título: Ocean Eyes - Anime: Bungo Stray Dogs - Personagens: Dazai Osamu & Chuuya Nakahara - Credits: Official Arts . INDISPONÍVEL

6. Título: ? - Anime: Buddy Daddies - Personagens: Suwa Rei & Kazuki Kurusu & Miri Unasaka - Credits: Official Arts . INDISPONÍVEL .

7. Título: ? - Anime: Jujutsu Kaisen - Personagens: Nanami Kento & Gojo Satoru - Credits: Official Arts . INDISPONÍVEL

8. Título: Fotos de Natal - Anime: Naruto - Personagens: Sakura Haruno & Hinata Hyuuga - Credits: Arts by IA . INDISPONÍVEL

9. Título: ? - Anime: Blue Lock - Personagens: Bachira Meguru & Yoichi Isagi - Credits: Official Arts . INDISPONÍVEL

10. Título: A mala é falsa - Anime: Naruto - Personagens: Naruto Uzumaki & Sasuke & Uchiha - Credits: Official Arts . INDISPONÍVEL

#capa anime #capa social spirit #capa de fanfic #capa para doação #doação de capas #capa clean #capa divertida #capa fluffy #kuroko no basket #naruto #jujutsu kaisen #buddy daddies #blue lock

[teamatsumu]

: ̗̀➛ tiny.

murasakibara has a size kink

pairing: Murasakibara Atsushi x reader

word count: 1,489

✎ smut, nsfw, explicit content

You didn’t notice it at first. You thought him cupping your hands between his was just a cute gesture. Or when he pulled you into bed and curled his massive frame around you until you were folded into a ball was just him being lazy and wanting to cuddle. You actually wouldn’t have caught it at all if that one fateful afternoon hadn’t happened.

It was a lazy Sunday, Atsushi’s favorite time of the week. Sundays meant no basketball practice and no school, which meant you had no reason to leave his bed unless it was to make food or pee. Currently you were laying between his legs, back against his chest with his chin resting on top of your head. He had propped a family sized pack of chips between your legs, reaching in and grabbing a piece every twenty seconds as his droopy eyes flitted over the laptop before you two. One of his hands was running lazy strokes over your bare thigh. It was quiet except for the sounds of the characters on the screen.

Every ten minutes or so, Atsushi would abandon the snacks in favor of wrapping both his arms around your middle and squeezing, nuzzling his face into the junction between your head and shoulder, inhaling deeply. He would bend forward until you curled under him, giggling at his affections.

“You’re so tiny, Y/N-cchin.” He cooed. “So cute.”

You opened your mouth to reply but all that came out was a gasp, feeling something long and hard press into the small of your back. You stiffened as the mood in the room shifted.

“Atsushi.” Your voice was breathy and quiet, feeling his lips meet the skin of your neck. Goosebumps rippled over your arms and your eyelids began to flutter shut when his hand on your thigh started inching up, fingers dipping below the seam of your shorts to tease the sensitive skin. Your intake of breath was sharp, and you felt Atsushi lean forward even more, effectively folding your body on itself. His arms wrapped around you tight, lips busy sucking a dark mark on your neck.

“Look how small you are,” he drawled, “I can cover you with my body completely. You won’t-” a pause while he squeezed your body. “You won’t be able to get away from me.”

You yelped as your body was suddenly lifted into the air and flipped, Atsushi now on top of you as your back hit the mattress. His shorts did nothing to disguise his hard on, pressing between your spread legs as he lapped at your neck like you were his latest snack.

You reeled at his words, feeling your body heat up at the implication. Oh.

“Atsushi,” your body buzzed in excitement as you thought out your next words. “You’re so much bigger than me. You could crush me completely.”

His moan was broken and it made you fill up with glee. Oh, the thought of this was destroying him. And you weren't fairing much better either. You could feel yourself dripping at the thought of your huge boyfriend holding you down until you couldn’t move. Until all you could do was lay there and take what he gave you.

He seemed to be on the same page as his hand played with the waistband of your shorts, teeth nibbling at your earlobe. “You want it, Y/N-cchin?” His voice had dropped a few octaves. “I’ll give it to you if you promise to take it all.”

You nodded into his hair, pulling your limbs further into yourself. You watched his eyes darken at the action, at the thought of you making yourself smaller for him. Your mind was getting hazy, playing into this newly discovered fantasy you didn’t know he had.

“I’ll try to take it.” You whispered. “But I don’t think I can.”

Of course you can. You had done it before. But you loved the way his lips twitched at the pretend apprehension in your voice. His expression turned devious as he stared down at your pliant body.

“We will just have to see, won’t we?”

Clothes came flying off after that, feverish kisses exchanged between you two as you felt Atsushi resist all of your actions. He slapped your hands away and pushed your body down over and over, making sure you knew how helpless you were compared to his overwhelming strength. You moaned and whined into his mouth, letting his tongue ravage every crevice. You loved it when he got like this. When he abandoned the slow, lazy sex and gave you more. And if you were anticipating correctly, today he was out to wreck you.

His heavy cock dragged over your slit, rock hard and throbbing. He hooked his hands under the backs of your knees and pushed your legs up until you were folded in half, making you sigh and squirm just a little. You bit your lip in exaggeration.

“Atsushi-kun, I can’t move at all.” You purred, watching him take in a shuddering breath as his hungry eyes ran over your pinned body. He gave you a grin.

“Don’t worry, baby. You don’t have to. You’re gonna take it like a champ, just like this.”

The head of his cock poked at your entrance and your eyes widened. Okay, this was new. Atsushi always prepped you. Always. Because it was true that he had a huge cock, and you couldn’t possibly take him without opening up on his fingers first. He registered the genuine apprehension on your face and you could feel his cock twitch at the sight. His eyes gleamed.

“Take it like a good girl, Y/N-cchin. No complaints~” And then he sank into you.

You gasped and your back arched, body struggling to accommodate his girth. Pain shot up from your core and through your torso as Atsushi pushed deeper and deeper, not pausing for one second until his balls slapped into your vulva, and you cried out when the head hit your cervix. He was moaning loud and unhindered, hands gripping your legs so hard you were sure he would leave bruises. Tears ran down the sides of your face and into your ears, eyebrows furrowed as you tried to relax your core, panting heavily.

“Aw, baby,” Atsushi bent forward when he saw your state, licking at the tears running down your temples, humming low. His cock twitched inside you, making you yelp. He was enjoying this too much, and that made you squirm in excitement. His enthusiasm was turning you on.

“You’re so big, Atsushi-kun.” You gasped out, clenching around him until he groaned. “You’re stretching me out. You’re going to tear me into two.”

Nothing could have prepared you for the pounding that came next.

He was fast and rough, slamming his hips hard into you with every thrust. You screamed and cried, more tears leaving your eyes. He leaned over you, your legs hooked over his shoulders and forehead pressed to yours, watching every little detail of your face closely as his cock tore through your pussy.

“Taking it so well, Y/N-cchin.” He muttered, his breath hitting your face. He licked at your lips. “Your tiny little pussy really wants me that bad? No matter how much it hurts, you’ll still let me crush you?”

You did nothing but babble out scrambled words in response, gripping tight at his biceps until your nails were digging into his skin. That seemed to spur him on even more. His hand reached between your legs, pinching your clit until you shrieked, rubbing it in hard, tight circles that had you arching your back off the bed and cumming all over his cock, eyes rolling up and legs seizing tightly. Atsushi groaned and kept going, prolonging your orgasm by not letting up his ministrations on your clit until you were sobbing and begging him to stop. You struggled against his grip, trying to push his hand away from your pussy but failing. He drove into you harder at the sight of you struggling against him.

“One more,” he moaned. “Come with me. Gimme one more-”

He pushed you into another orgasm fairly quickly after that, heavy balls slapping on your ass until he stilled deep inside you, cumming with a loud groan that washed over you like warm water. Both of you heaved long breaths, trying to blink through the roaring in your ears.

You whined when he finally pulled out of you and lowered your legs. They were trembling and twitching with fatigue, making Atsushi snicker and kiss the inside of your thighs. He bit and licked at your salty, sweat-covered skin.

“Well,” you sighed. “That was new.”

He hummed and fell down on top of you, making you groan in protest. He shoved his face into your neck when your fingers reached up and carded through his damp hair. Already, you could feel sleep encroaching on your mind.

“Next time, I’m taking you against the wall.”

#kuroko no basket #kuroko's basketball #kuroko no basquet #murasakibara atsushi #knb murasakibara #murasakibara x reader #murasakibara atsushi x reader #murasakibara atsushi smut #murasakibara smut #murasakibara atsushi x y/n #murasakibara fanfiction #murasakibara fluff #murasakibara one shot #murasakibara x y/n #murasakibara atsushi imagine #knb fanfic #knb x reader #knb smut

[starsailorjannystan]

in which you’re Kise Ryōta’s best friend, forced to watch him disintegrate before your eyes, his teeth growing sharper, his laughter going higher and his smiles getting faker. your friendship is one of the things you value most in your life. unbeknownst to you, he wants to ruin it.

long one-shot, alternate pov cheerleader!reader light angst, fluff, pining mellow, anime!kise because i’m delulu of his manga version (at least in this fic)

“What? What is it? Intimate? Private? Personal? But what are friends for, if you can’t talk to them about what really matters?  All these nights we spent talking together… How could you? How?”

The Name, Matthieu Delaporte and Alexandre de la Patellière

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You’ve known Kise Ryōta for as long as you could breathe.

Technically, you can’t remember your first meeting, since you were both in glass cribs in a Tokyoite hospital, blissfully unaware of the summer heat, but just as you were neighbours as babies in the maternity ward, you were neighbours as little toddlers in the sandbox, and neighbours as children, waving to each other from your window.

Then you had your first significant meeting in a gym. His elder sisters were taking ballet classes on the upper floor, and you were stuck together during stretching exercises in your rhythmic gymnastics class. You had offered your name, he had offered his, and it had been the childish equivalent of blood-brothering yourselves to each other.

Since then, you had been glued at the hip, like conjoined twins (without the unfortunate medical complications, of course), and people were more surprised to find you on your own than with each other.

You had followed Kise in every sport endeavour he had undertaken, from swimming to baseball, from gymnastics to volleyball, cricket to soccer, short-track and figure skating and cycling, and you watched as each time he mastered a sport and gradually grew bored with it, while you got into cheerleading in third grade and never regretted that decision. You waited for each other at the end of the school day, him on whatever sport activity had struck his fancy at the time, you running drills with the cheer squad, and you always stopped for drinks on the way back home, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Your parents never minded the fact that your best friend was a boy, because they had known Kise since he was little too, and you weren’t short of girlfriends thanks to the cheer squad. Though one day you had come back home crying, and your mother had gone into full mama bear mode, until you told her Kise had choked on a bone fish at lunch. You had never been so scared in your life and you had really thought he was going to die. Your father offered to sign you up for first aid classes, and you had dragged Kise with you.

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Middle school had been the first time you were separated. You went to Teikō Junior High, while Kise joined Teikoku Junior High, a school known for its invincible soccer team.

You made the mistake of briefing him on Teikō’s basketball team. To this day, you still don’t know if you forgive yourself or not. But in the end, you’ve decided that time in your lives had been necessary, and your relationship hadn’t been broken to the point where you couldn’t mend it.

Kise had taken on modelling, and as always you had been as supportive as possible, secretly hoping he would stick to it, that he had finally found a hobby that would keep his interest. He had wanted to get his ears pierced, because it would make him look cool, and you had decided against telling him that earrings could cause accidents. Two girls on your squad had been practising back tucks, and one had accidently caught the other's loop earring while spotting her, and you still remembered her shrill scream and all the blood that had dripped on the mat. However, you had had your own ears pierced a while ago as a birthday gift from one of your aunts, and you had noticed the way Kise looked at your ladybugs pendants. You had always done everything together, maybe he was feeling like he was missing out on an experience. So all in all, you hadn't thought it would be a bad idea, all things considered.

Hoo boy, were you wrong.

You had ended up in a café, sharing a tiny strawberry shortcake because you were both on a diet thanks to your demanding activities, and Kise was still sniffling over the pain of the piercing. You had left Claire's with him clutching his left ear, and your endless stream of comforting words had sort of calmed him, but he had refused to pierce his other ear. You had stopped on your way to buy disinfectant, and, without his knowing, a pair of small ring-like silver earrings. And, over the half-eaten shortcake, you had offered him an earring.

"You know, I think you'll look even cooler with only one. It's a style and I'm sure you'll rock it!"

He had looked up from his spoon, eyes still a bit watery, but glinting with hopefulness.

"You think so?"

"Of course! Here, take it."

You had made sure his wound was clean, and you had slid in the earring's pin. Then, you had slipped the other earring on your right thumb.

"Look, I'll keep it until you want to pierce your other ear. How about that?"

He had nodded, and both to change the topic and cheer him up, you had said:

"You know, my school has this incredible basketball program, and you haven't tried basketball yet, right?"

That's when everything started going south.

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You didn't mind being small.

Sure, sometimes you wished you would be a bit taller, mostly because you couldn't afford to gain weight, as on your frame it would show immediately and your coach would double your drills, but you knew that your small height was what allowed you to be top girl. You could back tuck into next year any girl on your squad, and any boy on the gymnastics club. Your kneecaps had been stunted by tumbling, but you didn't mind.

Except when Kise joined the basketball team and suddenly every person you hung out with was way, way, wayyyyyy taller than you.

Even Momoi, who didn't even play basketball, was taller than you.

At least none of them were jerks about it. Most of the time.

"Come on, stop sulking!"

"I'm not sulking!"

Aomine was easily the worst offender. At least purple-haired guy (Murasakibara? was that his name?) wasn't really mean about it. Plus he towered over everyone so you never took it personally. Aomine however always seemed to have fun asking you how the snails were faring today, since you were so close to them. You had no idea how Momoi managed to put up with him 24/7. Though it was true that with his negative 20 IQ thing going on half the time, Aomine was mostly manageable. You’d offered to tutor him, and had been blown away by how many subjects he was failing.

“I thought Kise was bad at school,” you’d said, ignoring your best friend’s theatrical pout, “but you take the cake.”

“What cake?”

“Go back to sleep, Murasakibara.”

(You haven’t seen Kise smile like that in a while. You’re not sure Teikoku was a great place.)

So you hung out with the first-string after practice, head still pounding with the pyramid counts, thighs bruised by the bottom bases’ grips, your shoulder still smarting, pain lancing through your arm. You tried not to throw up the ice-cream you bought, and you turned your head when Momoi touched your arm.

“What do you think about this app? It could be useful.”

You shook your head, looking up to the pink-haired girl.

“Once, I’ve entered Kise’s data in it—”

“You what—”

“And it told me he was three months pregnant. So, those apps are weird. You’re better off tracking it manually on a calendar.”

(The truth was, you didn’t know. You hadn’t had your period yet. None of the girls on your squad had—except Sachiko, and you’d never seen her again after the day you’d heard her crying in the bathrooms).

Momoi smiled, before catching sight of Kuroko and launching herself onwards like a rocket, earning little more than a deadpan look, though you could see the fondness under it.

But truly, you didn't mind, because for the first time in virtually forever, Kise looked genuinely excited about his new hobby. You thought that this time he really found companionship and stimulation. You smiled back at him whenever he turned to you in the bleachers after a successful shot, marvelling at the way he seemed to light up the whole court as soon as he stepped on it. His happiness was your happiness. So you'd never shown defiance towards the basketball team. You really hadn't thought that one through.

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You went shopping together because Kise had wanted a new phone and you were on your fourth store raid already. You didn't see anything wrong with his current phone, which still had on its back the Hello Kitty sticker you had given him when you entered middle school. Sure, it was peeling a little, but it was fine. Kise only asked for the phone's capacity and photographic quality each time, and off you were on your quest again. Munching on your fizzy drink's straw, you raised your head as he rushed towards you. Before you could ask him if he had finally found it, he slung one arm over your shoulders and told you to smile.

Heads bonking over the screen, you grinned at each other. You were both weak for selfies and your own phone didn't have any storage space left for them.

Kise made that one his lock screen picture, and turned fully to you.

"See, it takes pictures better than my eyes."

You had smiled, too, and you'd never questioned his enthusiasm over it.

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Kise's modelling activities had several perks.

For one, you got to meet so many hot people it should have been illegal. You could also get reductions on self-care products, and you were too cute to be broke, so you accepted it without problems. You even got to meet (well, stare at from afar) the photographer of your favourite girl group. Half the pictures on his Instagram account were taken by you, and thank cheer practice for flexibility, because you had to contort like a circus artist to get the best angle each time.

However, his fangirls weren't one of them.

Even though your relationship was strictly platonic, you still got some really hurtful letters and even texts (how did they even get your number?), and after a while you simply blocked them out. You had lost count of all the people trying to get to Kise through you, using you as a means to an end, and you just tried to screen the people that had vile intentions.

Though you could still see how it weighed on your best friend. He was nice and bubbly with everyone, and even if you worried about the mental gymnastics he had to do, you knew he wouldn't turn into a people-pleaser. A few days ago, you had snapped at one of your squadmates who had called him a "two-faced asshole" after being (quite politely, might you add) rejected.

And across from you, he had looked glumly at his (fishless) bento, and you had asked him what was wrong.

"There's this girl that keeps following me," he had sighed. "I tried to let her down but she's incredibly annoying. And clingy," he had grimaced.

Vaguely, you'd remembered a brown-haired girl who was always lingering at the basketball gym's door when you came after cheer practice to go home with Kise.

"So she's bothering you. Want me to go talk to her?"

"No! No, it's fine."

You knew he couldn't be blunt because it would come across as rude and the rumours would kill him. Still, it made your stomach churn with anger.

When the girl had latched onto Haizaki, as you comforted Kise after his crushing loss, you thought that at least it was one less thorn in his side.

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You had realised you were drifting apart at the end of your second year.

Cheer practice had been cancelled because your coach's kid was sick, and you were wandering aimlessly through the streets of the commercial district, half your mind on which high school you would have to go to.

And then you had crossed paths with Kise, who had looked like he was going in one of the glass-paned windows buildings, and you had stopped dead in your tracks. Not because he was where he wasn't supposed to be, but because he had seen you and smiled at you. You recognised that smile. It had the undercurrent of tension that was usually reserved for his fangirls, and it was directed at you.

"Shouldn't you be at practice?" you'd asked.

"Should I?"

That was how you'd known something was deeply wrong.

The basketball team wasn't exactly your friend group, since you hung out with the squad most of the time and without Kise, you didn't really have anything to say to them, except maybe for Momoi and Kuroko. And still you noticed how Aomine was nowhere to be seen, and even Midorima didn't bother with acknowledging you in the halls.

And worst of all, you'd watched Kise's eyes go back to being glazed over with boredom. Every time you asked him if he wanted to talk about it, and every time he reassured you, saying nothing was wrong.

Kise had never lied to you. He had always known all your problems and secrets, and you his.

Somehow, you felt guilty about what happened.

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Teiko was not known for its leniency when it came to sports practice.

Still, it was you who’d foolishly risen to the bait of your squad captain, and here you were on a Friday evening, shrugging icy water off of you hoping for feeling to come back to your toes, when you could have been at home already soaking in a bubble bath.

One good thing: nothing hurt anymore, since your limbs had fallen asleep. You could still catch the last train, so you made it out quickly, grabbing your bag. You walked stiffly to the exit, unwittingly going next to the basketball gym, ruining all your efforts.

(You hadn’t taken the challenge to prove anything to that empty-brained tumbler. You knew it’d hold you back enough so you could miss Ryōta on the way home and pretend it was club stuff. You’d been avoiding him and pretending not to notice his hurt looks. You were unravelling.)

So, that day, walking past the gym, steeling yourself not to look inside, you heard those words.

“Next time we see each other, we’ll be opponents.”

You sped up, almost running to the bus stop, your ankle smarting again after your short run had warmed up your body, heart beating to the confusing tune of hurt and longing.

You weren’t sure you could handle three more years like this.

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Sixteen and born to win, you hopped on the train right as the doors closed, slipping in without so much as a hair caught between the metal edges. Your nails flashed hot pink against the grey of your new uniform skirt, and your hair was tied neatly. You were ready to hit the mat before breakfast.

Of course, you dropped on a seat and immediately let your head fall against the window, catching up on your lost sleep.

Under your eyelids, you couldn’t stop your mind from flashing your phone’s black screen, Kise silent after you’d texted him you couldn’t walk to school with him because of club imperatives, your heart sinking a little in your chest. You couldn’t help but remember the knowing look Momoi had given you at graduation when you’d told her which high school you were going to. As if she were one to talk—you hadn’t made any comment when she’d said she would be going to Tōō! And anyway, it was either this or Shutoku, and you wouldn’t be caught dead on the same squad as your former cheer captain. That girl was going down this year or else.

High school was going to be a good time, you’d make sure of it. New place, new people new rules, new you.

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When Kise Ryōta was five years old, he learnt that little girls could bend in half.

He saw one of them do it, in the gym where his oldest sister had left him while she took her dance classes on the upper floor.

She had bent so far that, for a second, he had been worried she would snap in two.

He would never forget that moment—the moment he discovered what extraordinary meant.

He would never forget any of the moments that came after, when you had told him your name and became his friend at a time when he was so lonely it hurt.

 As you both grew up, he’d started to worry you would move on. Find someone better, someone more interesting. Someone truly gifted in something the way he wasn’t—copying is the lowest form of the wit, after all, or however the saying went.

Or maybe he would get bored of you. Get bored of seeing the same face day after day.

Unfortunately, as the years passed, he didn’t grow bored.

Kise discovered a new sentiment: frustration.

And you were painfully oblivious to it, wrapped up in your own worry.

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First-aid classes with you were horrible for his blood pressure.

Sometimes, the instructor felt merciful and let you practise on mannequins. Other times, the elderly man fancied himself a hotshot cardiac surgeon or something and forced you to practise on live bodies. “A mannequin can’t prepare you for the feeling of ribs breaking under your hands,” he had said, dead serious, with a dozen teens looking uncomfortable as hell.

You insisted on signing up every year in order not to forget the manoeuvres. He knew where that came from, and sure, if he was to choke on a bone fish again or go into cardiac arrest from a bad collision, there’d better be someone who knew the Heimlich manoeuvre and CPR. But if you were the one doing it? He was going to choke anyway.

You hovering over him, eyes on his mouth, gaze focused and jaw set? Yeah, every session was torture and you didn’t even notice. Were you even his friend? Did you even care a little bit about his feelings? How could you not feel the way his skin burnt under your fingers when you pulled him into a practiced recovery position?

As he drifted away from his own teammates, from the new passion basketball had kindled in him, he decided against telling you the only thing keeping him coming to practice was the thought of walking home with you.

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He didn’t have a clue most of the time.

Everything was fine, and then something switched. The day he started undressing you in his head—absent-mindedly, like it was nothing at all, like you weren’t his most precious friend, like he wasn’t unravelling the last thread of his reality—was the day he knew he was fucked six ways from Sunday. You were stuck in a push-and-pull with each other, and he didn’t know what to do.

It seemed Kise could not keep his friendships going smoothly.

You holding his hand or hugging him was never a problem before. He refused to spoil your relationship like with the other Miracles. On the other hand, throwing it all away was so tempting, the easy way out, burn all the bridges and pretend it never happened. If you had been someone else, he’d already have done it. But you were you. You were not some girl he could just toy with, speeding it up to get faster to the break-up.

On a good day, he would psych himself into trying to talk to you—and always failed miserably to follow through with his plan.

When you were younger, you’d hold sleepovers at his or your house, in the dark, by candlelight, giggling uncontrollably until his sisters or your parents came to scold you gently.

He appreciated candlelight even more now, some seven years later and several hours a day spent under the unforgiving blinding flash of a photographer’s camera. He liked the warm flickering glow of it, how the candle slowly died, and you’d agree on going to bed, but would end up talking again until either of you fell asleep. He liked catching glimpses of you in the dark, piecing you back together in his head, fragments of you in this soft glow haunting his dreams, and he'd wake up with strands of your hair in his dry mouth and his hands uncomfortably close to you and he'd go straight to the bathroom. Being overly enthusiastic at breakfast didn’t quite make up for it, unfortunately, and he’d pretend not to notice the question in your gaze.

At the height of summer, he gave up on faking indifference at the way your shorts rode up on your thighs, showing blue and purple bruises where you’d been gripped countless times, propped up by bottom bases for a pyramid. Lying on the grass, he tried to focus on your words despite the blood rushing in his ears, thinking about how much he wanted to make those bruises his doing, how he wanted to—

He came later and later when you were having sleepovers, photoshoots and practice eating away at his time, smiling sheepishly to your father working in the living-room, you were already half-asleep on your covers spread on the floor, near your open window, aquarium glowing softly purple, pump-pump-pumping water. Your eyes two bright spots on your lit-up face when you pulled gently on his sleeve to make him lie down next to you. He complied every time, exhaustion making his limbs weak. He tried to sleep and not think about how hard it was to not touch.

School was no respite for him. When he managed to hide from his fangirls, you spent the break stowed away, pressed against each other like when you were little, and life was a river under a rainbow. You leaned on his shoulder in the hallway, staying still until the motion-activated lights turned off.

You would both pretend everything was fine, and that this wasn’t the worst time of your lives.

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You looked at him but you failed to notice how he looked at you—how his gaze followed the hair catching at your mouth whenever you landed a tumbling pass, ponytail flipping, how he trailed close when you walked on railings by the road on the way home, how his breath hitched when you dismounted with an aerial walkover as if a car didn’t zoom past you at one hundred miles per hour, looking back at him and shooting him a cocky grin, how you were always confident and invested in a single thing, laser-focused on your passion.

The hardest thing in cheer was not the tumbling passes, or the pyramids, or the hours or the gruelling practices, the injuries or the rivalries. It was the smile hiding the lactic acid building in the muscles, it was the spring in the step on hardwood floor, the unfailing cheerfulness.

“Why do you like it?”

He’d asked one day, at the end of cheer practice, which for once had overrun basketball—they needed to prepare for regionals, especially with Shutoku’s squad firing on all cylinders on the circuit this year.

“I’m part of something,” you’d said. “I’m part of something and I don’t have to look at myself.”

After a moment, you’d asked:

“Why do you like basketball?”

He’d paused to really think about it for a minute, and realized he’d finally settled on an answer long ago. He just had to acknowledge it.

“I’m part of a team.”

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Highschool saw you fall into a tentative, sincere routine that was an attempt at going back to the way things were.

(When will you both admit things changed? You were waiting to see who would break first.)

You walked to and from school together. Ease came back as you stopped awkwardly greeting each other, picking up the conversation where you’d last left off without missing a beat, like before. It felt safe, comfortable.

You came to Kise’s games with a spring in your step, happy to see him interact with his teammates, happy to see that Kaijō was free of the currents of tension that had plagued Teikō’s last days.

You went back to your favourite hole-in-the-wall coffee shop, sharing food the way you used to. Everything clicked gradually back into place like synchronizing heartbeats, and even though you knew things would never be the same again, you did your best to make up for what happened, and he did too.

Maybe this was your way of apologizing. Maybe it was his, too.

“I think I need a new lock screen photo,” Kise said one day, gauging your reaction.

“Yeah, I think you do,” you answered.

You grinned at each other.

Things always looked up eventually.

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One second you were soaring in the air under the blinding lights of the stadium, so high, high, high up you could have sworn you touched the rafters, your whole body tight and arms crossed on your chest as you completed your flip, heart rattling against your ribcage partly because of the booming music and partly because of the sheer excitement you’d been feeling.

The next second, your head was meeting the unforgiving, hardwood, polished floor of the court, your squadmates desperately scrambling for you, painted nails scratching at your arms, thighs and waist, clutching and leaving crescent-shaped indents in your skin, and as you were propped upright, you felt sticky hot blood coating your forehead and hairline, and you blurted out: "Oh, that's not good."

The good side of things was that you didn't really feel the pain, since you were living an out-of-body experience. It had started when your squad got on the court, as always, your body slipping out of your mind's control to execute the choreography, the tumbling passes and pyramid beats, and even your injury couldn't jolt you back to reality. Adrenaline was still coursing through your veins, and the hallway was swirling a little. One of your squadmates was standing guard near the bench you sat on, trying not to lie down, and your coach had called an ambulance. You had started debating internally whether falling asleep and risking not waking up was worth it or not when you caught a blue and yellow blur at the periphery of your vision.

A split second later, two strong, callused hands softly cupped your cheeks and you tried to focus on the two worried brown eyes staring at you. It took three long seconds for you to piece it back together—pretty in blue, perfectly winged eyeliner and the hand that held your own when he  dragged you from mall to mall—your best friend was here.

You smiled brightly, though you weren't sure if your numbing body had followed the motion since Kise's brows furrowed further.

"Ryōta!" you chimed, your own voice sounding far away. "Is the match over?"

"It's still half-time. They're cleaning your blood off the court."

"Oh," you muttered, nodding in understanding, the movement sending pain flaring through your nerves, kind of bumped out Kise hadn't won yet, because then you would have headed out for celebratory drinks, and you knew you had to talk to him about something, but what? You were sure you had planned to talk…

You heard Kise calling out your name, and the edge of panic to his voice made you realise you’d been zoning out.

"Are you okay?"

As you tried to focus on his gaze and the feeling of his fingers on your cheeks, you caught sight of your squadmate beckoning your coach over.

"I'm perfectly fine," you beamed as you started falling over, the siren of the ambulance blaring painfully in your brain even from behind the stadium glass gates, blue and red lights flashing on your face, and your vision went black.

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Kise could barely focus on the rest of the match.

Of course, it didn't mean he threw it. He blazed across the court in his usual, miracle-curb-stomping-mortals fashion, but he was off, half out of it. Even though the team they were facing was nowhere near a threat to Kaijō, he knew Kasamatsu wouldn't have hesitated to drop kick him into next year were it not for the too-shiny spot near the half court line where you bled out. Okay, maybe there was no need to be dramatic about it but you'd been whisked away by an ambulance and even the cheer coach, who didn't blink at splintered shins and broken arms, had looked worried. Head injuries could be lethal in this sport. You weren't paralyzed or anything, but he remembered the dried blood near your hairline and your unfocused eyes, glazed over with pain and what was probably the beginning of a concussion.

After the game, he put his clothes back on in autopilot mode, wordlessly letting know Coach Takeuchi he was going straight to the hospital and not getting on the team bus.

The receptionist looked at him with downright unwarranted distrust when he told her he was waiting for you, and that you’d suffered a head injury.

“Let me guess: she fell down the stairs?”

Kise didn’t even know what to say to that, mind coming up blank with worry, and so simply went to sit between a sniffling child and a man who seemed fine despite the axe planted in his head. He belatedly remembered to text his manager he was not coming to the shoot after all.

His chest deflated with relief when he saw your coach step back out in the waiting room, with you right behind her, bandages hiding under your bangs. He sprung up, ignoring the eyes of the receptionist burning holes in his back, and waited until your coach had left you near your house before talking to you. The blood trickling from your forehead where you’d split skin had been spectacular but harmless, as you’d only suffered from a little head trauma. The hematoma would disappear in three weeks all on its own. His throat felt choked up with relief and all the unnamed emotions he’d let simmer during all those years.

You arrived in front of your apartment complex, street lights falling on the street walk, splashes of light on the dark pavement. Silence blanketed you while you were trying to muster the courage to talk.

At the same time, you both said:

“I’m sorry.”

Kise blinked. Sorry? About what? What even—why couldn’t he even apologize properly—

“I wasn’t there for you,” you said, feeling your eyelashes brush against your bandages. “I should have tried to help you instead of watching it happen.”

“What—no, no! I—”

Come on, get your shit together, Ryōta.

“I was avoiding you,” he finally admitted. “Because… I can’t be friends with you anymore.”

You were stunned into silence, coming to a halt before the steps leading to the entrance of the apartment complex. For a second, you convinced yourself you’d misheard. That you’d actually suffered a concussion and were hallucinating this whole part. That this wasn’t happening.

“It’s not because I don’t like you!” He scrambled to save the throw, trying to get all his thoughts out faster upon seeing the way you’d reacted. “It’s because I like you…too much.”

Kise bit on his tongue. He was messing this up. He was messing this up so badly. He felt so stupid, where was his casual flirtiness when he needed it, you would never talk to him again—

You silently hugged him tight, something you hadn’t done since middle school, and the air flew out of his lungs like you’d just punched him.

Humiliating tears pricked his eyes and he closed his arms around you, burying his nose in your hair, your game-day shampoo’s scent wrapping around him, and he found the strength to say, so quietly you could have not heard it: “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

Stupid, stupid you to worry about him when you literally split your head open. But it was true, wasn’t it? He didn’t need to be dragged to practice, you’d timidly gone back to hanging out together more often, and he found that he actually liked those Kaijō lunatics (though he still did not appreciate Kasamatsu’s cage fight skills).

“See you tomorrow?”

Kise reluctantly let you out of his arms, and nodded, heart swelling with relief. Relief, relief, relief. You still wanted to talk to him.

“See you tomorrow.”

You turned, but halted, one foot still lifted over the first step. Did your heart hurt? Did he need to call your parents? His hand went fishing for his phone in his pocket, set on dialling your mom’s number, but he went still when you turned again and took one step closer to him, your hand gripping his jacket, and he mindlessly bent down, eyes widening as you got closer and closer until your lips pressed against his.

Every coherent thought disappeared as his brain turned to mush, and he let out an undignified noise as your tongue anxiously, timidly slipped into his mouth. He’d become the embodiment of non-resistance, hands cupping your face as a wave of heat washed over him.

Then, as quickly as you’d started, you stopped and took a step back.

Kise distantly thought he was probably as red as Kagami’s hair, brain rewiring to produce full sentences again.

“See you tomorrow,” you said, with finality this time, smiling softly.

He nodded, watching you go inside.

He’d see you tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and the day after that, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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