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Day 15: Favorite Member of Shutoku - Midorima Shintarō

Such a tsundere😂 he is very responsible, confident in his own abilities, and then he starts to trust in his teammates and their abilities. And when he got mad when Reo said they are a hindrance , uhhh…

I’ve even cried at that moment when Midorin and Takao start to talk about senpais😭 his severe looks might be frightening, but not for Takao😂 omg this boy is such a tease. Especially in Ng shuu😂😂😂


Takao is my favorite member of Shutoku too. Why do I like him? While most players who had lost at least one game to GoM were giving up on basketball, he got encouraged more. He didn’t hate them like others. Takao remained cheerful and positive. He set up a goal to defeat Midorima and worked hard for it, but when he realized that Midorin is his teammate he didn’t give up on his goal either. He just changed it a bit. He wanted Midorima to acknowledge him.

And just look at this

One of the best pairs, definitely 😭 and remember how Takao envied when Midorin and Akashi used this in Extra game?😂

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There wasn’t much I could think of for this so it’s a bit short. Hope you enjoy xx

Headcanons: GOM and the style they prefer on their s/o


  • He doesn’t like drawing too much attention to himself so I feel like he’d tend to go for someone that’s a soft boi™️ like him
  • He’d probably like it if you wore more pastel colours because he just finds those colours calm and pleasing
  • You know, that whole spring aesthetic— flower crowns and whatnot
  • He doesn’t really care too much about hair, considering his is a mess half the time
  • But he probably likes longer hair on his s/o because he’s jealous of how much easier it it to manage
  • Like, you just tie it up and it’s solved??
  • So he pretty much lives his long-haired dreams vicariously through you


  • Listen, if you’re not already fashionable, Kise will make you fashionable
  • He loves to take you on shopping dates where the two of you just try on a bunch of clothes you pick out for each other
  • Obviously, he loves it when you wear the clothes he buys for you
  • And the two of you are totally that couple that coordinates their outfits
  • Kise tends to lean into the brighter coloured clothes because, and I quote: “all black outfits might always look cute, but where’s the challenge in that?”
  • You probably wouldn’t care too much about styling your hair because you couldn’t be less bothered
  • However, Kise would definitely insist on you letting him do your hair
  • While how he styles it is dependant on your outfit, his go-to is Dutch braids into pigtails because he thinks you look absolutely adorable in them


  • If you were to ask him what clothes he preferred on you his answer would probably be something along the lines of “Nothing at all,” with that stupid smirk of his
  • For the most part, he didn’t really care about what you wore
  • However, if you were to wear anything that was rather revealing, he literally wouldn’t take his eyes off of you
  • But as much as he’d gawk at how hot you’d look in those clothes, he had a soft spot for the way you looked in his clothes
  • Especially when you wore his hoodies with shorts underneath
  • Literally makes him melt every time
  • So whenever you raided his closet, he didn’t do much to stop you
  • You were pretty much always wearing his clothes to the point where your friends as well as his ones found it so strange in the rare times you wore your own clothes
  • In terms of hairstyles, he tends to like shorter hair— about shoulder length
  • There’s not too much explanation behind it though
  • He just doesn’t like getting tangled up in longer hair when things get heated up


  • He definitely doesn’t pay too much attention to looks to be honest
  • As long as it fits well and is functional, it’s good to him
  • He really found the more muted colours more pleasing though
  • It amplified the calmness of your personality that he appreciated
  • He liked it when your outfit would coordinate with his because he’s all about that aesthetic
  • Oh he really loves seeing you in sweaters for some reason
  • He just found it cute how your sleeve would cover your palms and give you those adorable sweater paws
  • He also liked it when your hair was out of your face because it really brightened up your look
  • Also he just liked to admire your face in its entirety because he just found you beautiful


  • He really doesn’t care about clothing trust me
  • He’ll find you cute no matter what
  • You’ll literally be in your pyjamas and he’d be like “Y/N-chin you look really cute.”
  • So you didn’t have to pay too much attention to your looks around him
  • Just generally, he’d be more drawn to an s/o with a laid-back and comfy style
  • If you look comfortable, he’s more than happy
  • So you’d often find yourself wearing sweatshirts, shorts and whatever you felt the most comfortable in
  • He also really likes curly hair
  • He just finds it so fun to play with
  • He’ll literally spend hours cuddled up with you, meddling with your hair and nothing else


  • As we all know, he likes an s/o that’s refined
  • He likes it when his s/o knows how to dress appropriately for different occasions
  • He generally prefers a more sophisticated colour palette on you
  • Dark reds, browns, and sometimes a nice white never fails to draw his attention
  • He secretly likes the winter time because he can lend you his coat when you feel cold
  • He’s instructed you many times to carry a coat or jacket but you never did
  • But it’s okay because he really liked the way his coat would wrap around you
  • In a more casual setting, he really enjoyed it when you let your hair down because he just admired how it gracefully fell over your shoulders
  • You usually have your hair up at other times though and he found that very refreshing too because he’d then be able to get a nice view of your eyes which he swears he could look into for hours on end
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It’s been eons since I created this one but it was in dire need of some heavy editing.
So for Whumptober 2020, I decided to take up this bad boy and dust it off, polish it till it shines.

For any new AoMomo fans who have never come across it, please be aware that this is likely my best masterpiece in this tag. Now new and improved! I hope you enjoy!

Title: “Forget-Me-Not”
Chapters: 5/5 (Complete; Edited from start to finish)
Word Count:  45 415
Originally ran: 17 to 23 April 2013. Final edit: 24 October 2020.
SummaryHow was it possible that she could discern something as complex as his emotional state just by watching his expressions and gestures, yet she couldn’t do something as elementary as recognize the face of her life-long friend and husband of two years?!

“No,” Daiki told her grimly at last. “I’m not fine.”

There wasn’t a word, nor phrase, in any human language that could accurately express just how far from fine he actually was.

//In which Satsuki survives a bus crash that leaves her without any memories of her childhood friend and husband, and they both struggle to cope with this fact in a hell of their own making.
A/N: My personal challenge accepted of a maybe cliche prompt and attempt to make a tangible and memorable piece out of it.

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Ah you didn’t mention if you wanted scenarios or headcanons, but it’s alright, I’ll just do headcanons, I hope you don’t mind! Also they’re a bit short bc I’m not too familiar about dance but I did my best and I hope you enjoy xx

Headcanons: GOM with an s/o that’s in a dance cover group


  • When you told Kise that you were in a dance cover group, he assumed that you meant some normal hip-hoppy group dances
  • While you did do that sometimes, your group really liked to do more ‘sexy’ dances
  • So when you showed him one of your videos, his jaw dropped
  • He just didn’t expect to see your body move like that
  • He was a mixture of shocked, impressed and slightly aroused
  • “Y/N-cchi why didn’t you tell me about this sooner? You’re awesome!”
  • “Really? Thanks,” you smiled
  • “You know what would make you guys better though? The addition of a certain person that knows how to break it down,” Kise said smugly, referring to himself
  • “And who might that be?” you laughed, playing dumb
  • “Obviously me, you dummy,”
  • He was joking for the most part, but sometimes he’d insist on dancing with you whenever you were alone with him
  • He’s literally your biggest fan
  • He likes and comments on every video you post in a matter of seconds of it being uploaded
  • He loves to support you in everything you do


  • He’s a very passionate person and he loves to be supportive of his loved ones’ passions too
  • So when he learned that you liked to dance and that you were a part of a dance cover group, he was nothing but thrilled
  • He barely even paid attention to the sexiness of the dances because he was just impressed by the talent and coordination in your group
  • “Y/N-kun, you guys are so talented,” he smiled at you
  • “Aw thank you Tetsu, that means a lot.”
  • “Maybe you should teach me how to dance sometime. I’m awful at it,” he admitted, thinking maybe it’ll give you an opportunity to spend more time with him whilst enjoying dance
  • Of course, you thought it was a great idea
  • So you would teach Kuroko how to dance in your free time
  • And he genuinely believed that he was falling more and more in love with you after seeing how passionate you were towards dancing


  • Midorima always hears you talking about being in a dance cover group but it took him some time to realise that he’d never seen any of your videos
  • So he finally asked you to show him one
  • And it was far from what he was expecting
  • How did you make dancing look so sexy?? He thought
  • Easy to say, he became incredibly flustered after watching to video
  • “Well what do you think?” you asked when he didn’t say anything
  • “Huh? Oh, you guys are pretty good,” he said, clearing his throat and avoiding eye contact because he didn’t want you to notice his cheeks getting redder
  • “Thanks Shintaro,” you beamed, “there are more videos like this on our page.”
  • “That’s cool, I might check it out later then,” he said, trying to be nonchalant
  • The very same day, he ended up watching every single one of those videos
  • He couldn’t get enough of them
  • You just moved so effortlessly and you looked so hot while doing it
  • He was nothing short of impressed


  • Aomine’s head was practically always empty, but after you showed him a video of one of your group’s dance covers, suddenly it was the only thing that occupied his mind
  • Something about the way you moved your body got Aomine hooked onto your dances
  • He found himself watching all your videos almost every day
  • Mainly the sexier stuff because although he found the more edgy ones impressive and cool, the sexier dances had him practically drooling
  • “You know, you should do these dances when you’re alone with me,” Aomine grinned suggestively
  • “It seems like you’re enjoying those videos a bit too much Daiki,” you laughed, although you were glad that he liked what you did
  • “You just look so good when you dance, I can’t help it,” he shrugged
  • He wasn’t lying; he was absolutely addicted to watching the way your hips swayed to the sound of the beat
  • Of course, the thoughts that ran through his head weren’t the most innocent
  • But that was to be expected of Aomine, all you cared about was the fact that he was extremely supportive of you


  • Murasakibara isn’t interested in much, so he’s hard to please
  • All he cared about was basketball, food and you
  • So when you showed him one of the dance cover videos you made with your group, all he really focused on was you
  • Although his expression didn’t show much, he was quite amazed
  • You looked even sexier than you normally do and it definitely made him a little flustered
  • “Woah Y/N-chin, how do you move like that?” he said once the video was over
  • “I don’t know, practice I guess? Do you like it?”
  • “Well duh, you looked incredible. You’re too good, it’s not fair,” Murasakibara said
  • “Thank You, Atsushi,” you smiled, “I can teach you if you’d like?”
  • “No thanks, I’d rather not move. I’d just look like a wiggly noodle anyways,”
  • It goes without saying that Murasakibara actively keeps up with all your posts
  • Whilst he didn’t care too much about dance, he did love you a lot so he always made sure to be as supportive as he possibly could


  • He cares about you so much to the point where he had memorised your schedule
  • So it goes without saying that he was incredibly interested in the dance covers you make with your group
  • He’s not one to use social media too much, so the only notifications he has on are for you
  • Whilst he did find your dances incredibly hot, he was mainly just proud of the fact that his s/o was so talented
  • “Seijuro, what did you think of the new cover we posted?”
  • “You were incredible as always, my love,” he’d say with a smile as he placed a kiss on your forehead
  • He also liked to help you practice when you needed it
  • He wasn’t too good at the more upbeat dances so he’d often just watch and give you pointers based on what he can observe
  • However, whenever you took a break he liked to slow dance with you
  • As the two of you slow danced, he liked to talk to you
  • “You know, you’re really talented, Y/N,” he’d say softly as your hips swayed in sync
  • “That’s so sweet of you to say, Seijuro,” you blushed
  • “I’m so lucky to have someone as amazing as you are.”
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I hope you like it!! xx

Scenario: Midorima getting a call from his s/o who doesn’t feel safe at a party

You had gone to a party with a friend of yours and you didn’t know any one else there. This wasn’t a place you’d normally feel comfortable in, but your friend was awfully persuasive and thus you found yourself sitting alone in the corner of the room, sipping on your beverage while you watched the crowd of strangers drunkenly dance like there was no tomorrow. The loud music and chattering was slowly driving you towards the edge as you began to feel a headache brewing within you. You were ready to leave this place and go home to sleep.

Standing up from your seat, you tried looking around for your friend however she was nowhere to be seen. You would’ve called her on the phone, but it would’ve probably been useless because you knew that you wouldn’t be able to hear her over the loud music. So you waded through the crowd in search of the exit. However as you did that, you felt a hand grab at your ass. You turned around instantly and found and older boy eyeing you up and down before winking at you with a smug look on his face. Disgusting.

Horrified and enraged, you quickly rushed out of the house, wishing that you could’ve just slapped that grin off the boy’s face. You sent a text message to your friend in case she wondered about your whereabouts, though it was unlikely. Letting out a sigh, you began to walk away from the house, just glad that the music wasn’t pounding into your head anymore. However, the silence of the neighbourhood had its own problems.

You weren’t too familiar with this area as you had mainly relied on your friend to bring you here. What you did know was that you didn’t like this place one bit. It was already dark outside and many of the street lights were out, so it was a very dimly lit place. Furthermore, there were people from the party just hanging around the area along with some other passersby, and none of them had a very welcoming aura to them. You could feel their eyes on you like a hunter watching its prey and you just needed to get out of there as soon as you could.

Heart thumping in fear, your immediate reaction was to call your boyfriend, Midorima. After about two rings, he picked up the phone, “Hello?” he said, his familiar voice making you feel a little more at ease.

“Hey Shintaro,” you mumbled, the quietness of your surroundings making you feel compelled to speak softer. “Um, remember when I told you I was going to that party with a friend?”

“Yeah, what’s wrong?” he replied, noticing how your tone was off which made him worry.

“I don’t know any one here and I can’t find her anywhere and there was this g-guy that groped me and I just wanna leave,” you rambled, a wave of anxiety overcoming you as you explained your situation to him.

“Alright don’t worry, just send me your location and I’ll come get you. Stay near the house okay? I’ll be there as soon as I can,” he instructed calmly.

You fought back the tears that were welling up in your eyes and nodded, “Yeah okay. Thank you.” You ended the phone call and sent him a text with the location.

Once you had done that, you followed his advice and stuck around the house, not that you dared to wander off into the unfamiliar neighbourhood anyway. You pulled your jacket closer to you for warmth as you began to fiddle around with your phone so that you could avoid eye contact with the people around you.

Thankfully, no one interacted with you while you waited and Midorima’s car eventually pulled up in front of the house. You quickly hopped into the car and let out a sigh of relief as he began to drive away.

“Are you okay?” He asked you simply, almost as though he didn’t sprint into his car and speed all the way to you the moment you called him.

“Yeah, now that you’re here I’m fine,” you answered honestly. Midorima’s mere presence brought a complete shift in your feelings that night. Your previous fear and anxiety soon became clouded by the familiar and comforting atmosphere that followed your boyfriend.

“I’m glad you’re feeling alright. It’s good that you called me rather than trying to figure things out yourself,” Midorima said, keeping his eyes on the road as he reached out to hold your hand and give it a reassuring squeeze.

“Yeah I probably would’ve gotten into more trouble if I tried to do things myself, so thanks for picking me up,” you smiled as you leaned over and placed a kiss on his cheek.

It was still rather dark in the car, but you could see the green-haired boy’s cheeks fill with colour as he tried to keep a straight face. “Y/N, I’m driving, don’t do things like that— it’s dangerous,” he said, despite knowing that you’d never listen. However, he didn’t mind if you didn’t listen, he really loved it when you did that. Moreover, he was glad that you were with him, safe and sound.

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[Midorima x Reader]


Word Count: 8840

Warning: attempted angst, death

Note: This is my first time writing angst, oh dear. Even after years of bawling over other people’s works, I still have no solid idea on how to create heart-wrenching writing. Here goes though.

»»————— ☼ —————««

“I’m really excited!”

“Ne, ne, I honestly can’t wait to bloom…”

“What kind of flowers would my body grow do you think?…”

You only drone out the incessant bustlings of chattering from your classmates as special health education class ended as you sat there patiently waiting for the next teacher to walk into class to start the next period.

Next is… ah, math…

You sigh, heaving out the bulky textbook out of your bag and drop it on the desk with a thump, making a few students flinch at the near proximity. You lay your elbow on the hardcover, allowing your thoughts to drift away as your fingers gently thrum. This teacher, you knew, was the type to start class unceremoniously late.

It was boring. Everyone already knew about the stage of blooming. It had been incanted incessantly to you by adults around you ever since grade school. Yet, Shūtōku high was one of the many high schools that still insisted in “teaching” the basic knowledge of what’s to come soon.

Maybe these classes don’t teach, but rather, serve as a reminder of the inevitable that all growing teenagers will face sooner or later: blooming.

Keep reading

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Never thought I’d be writing a scenario about cheating haha so this is quite new. It’s interesting though! It’s a long one, but I hope you enjoy it xx

Scenario: Midorima cheating on his wife

You and Midorima have been happily married for over two years and you thought things were going rather smoothly. The two of you had your own routines, but you both made sure that you had dinner together every night, where you’d talk about your day and anything else that popped up.

However, recently he had been coming home later than usual, sometimes even getting back after midnight when you were already fast asleep. You didn’t think too much of it at first, but you started to feel quite lonely having dinner alone and falling asleep in an empty bed, so you decided to bring it up with him one morning before he left for work. “Hey Shintaro, do you mind trying to come back home a bit earlier? It gets quite lonely when you’re not here,” you said to him.

“Hm, I’ll try,” he hummed, avoiding eye contact with you, though you didn’t seem to notice.

“Thank you,” you smiled.

“I’ll see you later,” he said after swallowing the last bite of his toast and placing a kiss on your cheek before heading towards the door.

“Have a good day, I love you!” You called out after him.

“I love you too,” he replied with a small wave.

The day went by and Midorima was home late yet again, returning just when you were getting ready for bed. You went to greet him at the front door and you noticed that his appearance was quite dishevelled. His hair was tousled and his clothes looked like they had just been thrown on. The messy tucking of his shirt raised some confusion within you because you knew your husband liked to have things neat and tidy. “Welcome back, why do you look like such a mess?” you questioned as he took his shoes off.

“Oh, I had to move around a lot at work today— it was a bit hectic,” he explained.

“Sounds difficult. If you need anything let me know,” you replied, wishing to ease his tension somehow because it was quite unsettling to see him in such a state.

Of course, he never did ask for any help because that’s just how he was. So the next day, you decided to surprise him at work since you knew he was going to be working late yet again. With a bag of pastries in hand, you headed to his office after greeting his secretary. Thinking he was in his office alone, you opened the door without knocking, only to find your husband’s lips on another woman’s, who sat on his desk with her arms and legs wrapped around him. The bag of pastries dropped to the floor as you clasped your hand over your mouth after letting out a loud gasp.

Both of them immediately pulled away and Midorima’s eyes widened in panic upon realising that you had caught him. “Y-Y/N— uh, please don’t freak out. I can expl—“

Hot tears streamed down your cheeks. “What’s going on?” you managed to say, though you were practically whispering. You wanted to scream and run as fast as you could, but nothing happened; you were just frozen in place.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Midorima said as the other woman awkwardly excused herself and left the room.

“Sorry?” You repeated, the volume in your voice slowly increasing. “Is this why you’ve been coming home so late?”

Midorima hesitated for a moment before bowing his head down shamefully, “Yes.”

You felt a pang in your chest. All these nights you’ve spent alone, trusting that your husband was hard at work, proving to have been a lie. You wanted so badly to leave, but your body wouldn’t budge. So you were stuck there, looking for answers. “A-Am I not good enough for you?” you questioned, voice cracking as you cried harder.

“What? No way!” he answered immediately, shifting closer to you. “I love you,” his arm reached out to attempt to hold you but you instantly swatted it away.

“Don’t touch me,” you muttered menacingly, “and you can’t say you love me after lying to me for God knows how long.”


“I’m going home,” you said, finally being able to move. “I’d find somewhere else to sleep tonight if I were you.”

Midorima didn’t stop you. He let his eyes well up with tears as he watched you walk away. He deserved this and he knew it. In fact, he even expected some sort of violent outburst from you. You know, screaming, trashing his office- that stuff. But somehow, this was worse. He’d never seen you go silent like that.

Why’d he do that? You were better than any girl he’d ever met and he was aware of that. Whatever he had with you was amazing. But he had to go and fuck it up. He had no one to blame but himself. “Shit,” he cursed to himself as he kicked his desk in frustration. Why didn’t he just stop his co-worker when she initiated it at first? She gave him so many chances to end it, but he kept going, desperately clinging onto the thrill of rule-breaking that he’d never felt before.

Midorima let out a long exhale as he took his phone out. Following your advice, he searched for a hotel to spend the night.

He spent hours tossing and turning in the hotel bed, making him realise how accustomed he had become to having your warm body lying next to him every night. Now that you weren’t there, he just felt uneasy. His endless spiralling didn’t help him go to sleep any sooner either. Constant thoughts of how you deserved better and how he had wronged you flooded his brain. Eventually though, he managed to drift off after letting out a few tears.

The next day, Midorima was at the front door of your house, patiently waiting for you to answer his knocks. He heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching the door and coming to a halt.

“Go away Midorima,” you said from behind the door.

“Midorima…?” he muttered to himself in confusion. You were using his last name now, the severity of the situation becoming even more apparent to him. “Y/N please let me in. I’m sorry. I really am. If I could undo it I would,” he said.

He got nothing but silence as a response.

So he continued, “I made a mistake. I don’t expect you to forgive me right away, but please don’t let it end here. I can fix this,” he pleaded.

The door cracked open, revealing your tired and tear stained face. “How could you possibly fix something like this?” You mumbled, the plain sight of his face making you want to burst into tears again.

“I’m not too sure yet, but I can promise you that I’ll try,” Midorima replied, beginning to feel somewhat hopeful now that he had gotten the door to open.

“And what if you can’t fix it? I don’t want to waste my time here,” you said harshly. “Come back when you know how to ‘fix this’.” You shut the door again, leaving Midorima standing there helplessly, wearing a dejected expression as he tried to figure out his next course of action.

He ended up spending the next few days at the hotel before eventually going to stay with Takao. He didn’t exactly plan on staying there, but when he turned to his best friend for some advice and he found out about Midorima’s situation, the raven-haired boy insisted that he stayed in the guest bedroom of his house. It didn’t make much of a difference where Midorima stayed though- he was still unable to get much sleep. The thought of you had occupied his mind and each day he spent without you made him realise how much of a role you actually played in his life.

Some mornings, he’d wake up and lean over to the other side of the bed to give you a kiss, but he’d soon be let down by the realisation that he was alone, and so his days would often start with his mind reminding him of the guilt within him.

After a few weeks, Midorima returned to your doorstep with a bouquet of your favourite flowers in hand. When you answered the door and he laid his eyes upon you for the first time in weeks, his entire body felt giddy. You looked as beautiful as ever. He missed you.

“Oh, hey,” you said, a hint of disappointment in your tone as you realised that you forgot to look through the peephole before opening the door.

“Hello Y/N,” Midorima said, smiling gently as he held out the flowers. “These are for you.”

Your expression softened a bit upon seeing the flowers— he still remembered which ones were your favourite. “You know flowers aren’t going to fix everything right?” You said, building your walls up yet again as you took the flowers from him.

“Yeah, of course I know,” Midorima replied, glad that you had accepted the flowers. “But consider it a starting point.”

The scent of the flowers distracted you for a moment as a small smile creeped across your face. However, you quickly wiped it away after reminding yourself why you were so hurt in the first place. “You know, being alone for the past few weeks was awful. And what was even worse was the fact that all I could think about was how you lied to me. There’s been one question that had practically been eating me alive- what does she have that I don’t?” you said, causing Midorima’s heart to sink.

“Please don’t compare yourself to her,” he said. “You’re absolutely perfect. It’s just that, when she came onto me I was blinded by the thrill of something new. It meant nothing to me— honest. I shouldn’t have gone through with it and I apologise from the bottom of my heart. You’re the only one I want, Y/N.”

You hesitated for a moment before opening the door wider for him to enter the house. “Come in. I think we have a few things we need to discuss,” you said to him, trying not to smile too much at the way his expression lit up. “To be clear, I’m not accepting your apology just yet. It’ll take me some time. But this is your house too after all.”

You and Midorima sat on the couch and talked into the night, discussing all your feelings about each other and the situation. Tears were shed and laughs were shared, and by the end of it all, you had managed to reach a point of understanding. Things weren’t back to normal, and they wouldn’t be for a while, but you didn’t hate him anymore.

You accidentally ended up falling asleep on the couch after a long silence between you two. Midorima attempted to wake you up with a light shake, but you were out cold. So, he picked you up in his arms and carried you to the bed, tucking you in before heading back to the living room so he could get some rest too. That sleep on the couch, albeit alone, was the best sleep he had gotten in weeks.

As the days went by, Midorima did his best to win you over. He’d pay attention to all your needs. He’d buy you little gifts from time to time and he would even cook meals for you, never asking for a single thing in return. He went to sleep on the couch every night without any complaints, even though he did get neck pains every now and then. However, he was truly displaying his resilience and commitment to change.

Over time, things slowly began to improve. Small acts of physical affection made its way back into your lives through kisses and hugs. Eventually, Midorima and you shared a bed once again as well, and he couldn’t have been happier to be able to fall asleep next to you again. He had worked hard to be able to get to this point, making you understand how important this was to him. You could never completely forget what he had done though as your mind would sometimes randomly recall the hurt it had caused. However, one look at the current Midorima was enough to remind you that he regretted what happened and that he did his best to prove how much he valued you, and it seemed like he was never going to stop trying to prove it.

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Situation: They walk in on their s/o singing a very sonorous, soprano note in the bridge of a ballad song, and they never knew s/o could sing until now.

Note: If you want examples of powerful vocalists I’m thinking about when writing this, there’s Younha in “Winter Flower,” Siyeon in “Paradise,” and ARAKI (vocalist/UTAITE) with any song he covers.

Kise Ryota

Before you even got a chance to finish the lyrics alone in the empty hallway, Kise jumps with joy seeing a new side to you.

“(y/n)-cchi!! You sing??

He then runs and pounces on your figure to tightly embrace your waist and spin you around, chuckling at the fact that you were beating at his chest to get him to put you down. His eyes crinkled with pride at how only he could get you from an unruffled state to a flustered incoherence so easily.

“Eh?? What are you so shy for? You sounded amazing! How come you never told me you can sing?” He throws a barrage of curious questions while pouting at you before putting you down on the ground.

“I mean, yeah… I could sing… eh? That’s why you kept this a secret? You’re a much better vocalist than I ever could be… You’re so cruel hiding such a treasure from your boyfriend, you know.” He dips his chin to plant a fleeting yet deep kiss on your lips before separating and bending his knees to your eye level.

“Hey, (y/n)-cchi…” he starts, giving you puppy-dog eyes as he brushes his fingers along your parted lips. “Can our next few dates please be at the local karaoke bar?… 

We can finally do cute couple sing-offs together while totally beating all of everyone’s high score records… ”

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Pokémon x Kuroko no Basket Crossover

Headcanons on KNB characters if they were trainers

For only the “Generation of Miracles” (plus Kagami), I wanted to show that they are prodigies in the pokémon universe by each giving them the appropriate specialty legendary/mythical pokémon respective to their anime counterpart abilities/personalities.

Also, as GoMs in the pokémon universe, I was careful to also choose some of their respective pokémon based on base stats and the consideration of type variety, unless a team had most pokémon sharing a type for a reason, in addition to already choosing pokémon based on their pokédex entries.

I have also given pictures of said pokémon suited to each KNB character below the cut.

Warning: spoilers on KNB characters, it’s a given

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6/10 too specific, but i understand why it was voted


1/10 even more specific than the previous one, also i feel bad for the cat. and i never even noticed there was a cat that got blown away


7/10 i am astounded that there were two individual people who thought of this, but i agree


6/10 i don’t blame anyone for answering this since it was in two different end cards

the photo is messing up but it says “89. kasamatsu’s leg sleeves (1 vote)”

nofuckingclue/10 i’m getting so many mixed feelings. first of all, kasamatsu? why? second of all, why just his leg sleeves? at least say his shorts or something. i appreciate the creativity tho


for midorima’s little sister: 2/10 not only did midorima lose to takao in the character poll, midorima’s sister lost to takao’s sister. pity points. at least she got voted even tho she was never mentioned in the anime?

for the basketball shoes: 1/10 i am simply speechless. i have no words. your kin is a pair of smelly basketball shoes that got thrown into a pit of fire? 


both of these are 10/10. finally izuki’s puns get recognition. good for him. also, i just love sakurai with a passion and i’m glad his food got a vote.


midorima’s teddy bear: 10/10 that is all (this also goes for the three other lucky items in the poll)

blond hyuuga: 8/10 my favorite hyuuga evolution. he deserves more votes in all honesty

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This kind of took some time to write, but I hope you feel okay now!! I hope you like this too :) x

Scenario: GOM + Kagami comforting their s/o who had a bad day

Kuroko •

You weren’t exactly having the best of days. You had woken up late that morning and you looked like an absolute mess because you didn’t have time to get ready. You also accidentally left your homework that you were up all night doing on your desk at home, so you had to spend your recess in detention as a punishment. You didn’t have any classes with Kuroko that day and recess was the only time you would’ve gotten to spend time with him, so that just added onto your frustration.

There was this group of girls in your class who hated you for absolutely no reason than to boost their ego. Normally, you didn’t really mind whatever they said or did to you because you learned that all they wanted from you was a reaction. However, when you got back to class at the end of the day after speaking with one of your teachers and found your notes with important exam prep on it on your desk, completely covered in scribbles of insults and horrendous doodles, you couldn’t help but break down. You were absolutely exhausted that day and this was the last straw.

You quickly grabbed your things and rushed out of class, ignoring all the snickers and snide comments. You did your best to hold back your tears as you headed back home, stopping yourself from just completely losing it on the way by telling yourself that you can cry all you want at home without getting any judgemental stares. And that’s exactly what you did.

The moment you got through that front door, you let out all the wails and cries of frustration that had been building up throughout the day. You say on the floor by the door doing just this for a while before you eventually gathered yourself together and dragged yourself to your bedroom.

You pulled your notes out of your bag and tried to see if you could somehow salvage your work, but almost everything had been obscured by their awful work. You tried to redo those notes, but your experience that day had clouded your thoughts and you found yourself on the verge of tears yet again.

Just as you were about to go for round two of your breakdown, you heard the doorbell ring. Confused, you quickly rubbed your teary eyes and answered the door. Standing at your doorstep was Kuroko and Nigou, who let out a cheery bark upon seeing you which brought a small smile unto your face. “Hey, what are you guys doing here? Don’t you have practice?” you questioned, your voice sounding more strained than usual.

“Yes I did, but you didn’t come to visit and I got concerned. Also Furihata told me that you didn’t look too good in class today,” Kuroko explained as you let him and Nigou in.

“Sorry, I’m just not having a good day,” you sighed as the two of you took a seat on the couch.

You tried to explain what had happened, but you didn’t get very far as recalling the memories caused tears to stream down your face yet again. Kuroko pulled you into a hug almost instantly, holding you close and shushing you to calm you down.

“It’s okay, you don’t need to explain anymore. How about we do something to get your mind off of it?” Kuroko suggested softly as your tears began to stop.

“Like what?” You sniffled.

“Have you ever built a fort before?” He asked and you shook your head no. “Well, let’s do that. We can sit in it, relax and play some board games. How does that sound?”

“That sounds fun,” you said, a faint smile appearing on your face.

You and Kuroko spent about half an hour setting up a fort in your bedroom, using all the cushions, blankets and pillows you could find to make it as comfortable as possible. You drew the curtains shut and lit up the inside of your fort with fairy lights- it was truly magical. Once you were done, the two of you crawled inside excitedly, with Nigou following closely behind and making himself comfortable on your lap. Building the fort alone was able to make you slowly forget about your day, and after a few rounds of board games with Kuroko your mood had completely lifted.

“This was such a good idea. Thank you for coming to check up on me,” you smiled gratefully at your boyfriend.

“Of course. I’m glad you’re feeling better, Y/N-kun,” he smiled before placing a light kiss on your cheek.


Wednesdays weren’t your favourite days by a long shot. For starters, you had three periods of your least favourite subject and absolutely no free periods. On one particular Wednesday, you hadn’t gotten a good sleep the night before so you were extra exhausted during classes. It didn’t help that you had a headache that day too.

Of course, the bullies in your class didn’t help make the situation any better. They’d often pass snide remarks at you whenever the opportunity presented itself but you chose to ignore it, though each comment pushed you closer and closer to losing it.

The only good part of that school day was during recess, when you got to spend time with Kise, who managed to cheer you up slightly. However, your conversation kept getting interrupted by your bullies, who kept trying to pull Kise away from you, even though he didn’t seem even the slightest bit interested in them.

You thought you had managed to survive to the end of the day, but when you took your seat to pack your things, you felt your skirt get wet. You immediately stood up and realised that some girls in your class had poured a puddle of water onto your chair.

“Guys look, Y/N wet herself,” one of your bullies pointed out, making everyone around them burst into a fit of snickers as your face began to heat up.

“I didn’t, there was water—“

“I can’t believe a loser like you is dating a model,” another snorted, causing tears to well up in your eyes.

You quickly grabbed your things and ran out of the class, not noticing Kise who was waiting for you by the doorway, witnessing the entire thing.

Kise shot them a glare, “You guys are so immature,” he scoffed at them before rushing after you.

Meanwhile, you were heading towards your house as quickly as you could, trying your best to contain yourself as well as avoid any eye contact with the passersby. You just wanted to get home, where no one could see you and your soaking wet skirt.

“Y/N-cchi!” you heard Kise call out from behind you, which only made you walk faster because you didn’t want him to see you like this. He easily caught up though. “Hey I saw what happened back there—“

“Please don’t talk about it,” you flinched immediately, tears now streaming down your face.

“Sure. You can tie my jacket around your waist if that helps,” he offered and you accepted, feeling a bit better about the situation now that no one could see your skirt.

“Thanks,” you sniffled as the two of you approached your house.

Kise waited for you in the living room while you went to have a shower and change into a fresh set of clothes. You weren’t crying anymore, you just felt numb, and Kise could sense that when you dragged yourself to the couch with a pitiful look on your face.

“Hey, why don’t we go out and get some icecream? My treat,” Kise suggested in attempts to get your mind off of things as you began to cuddle up next to him on the couch.

You lightly shook your head, “No thanks, I don’t feel like moving,” you mumbled.

“Alright, then what about a movie? We can watch your favourite!” he said, hoping the cheeriness in his tone would somehow improve things. And to some degree, it did, as a faint smile creeped across your face at the idea.

“That would be nice.”

So the two of you spent that afternoon cuddled up on the couch watching a movie of your choice. The smell of Kise’s cologne brought you comfort as you began to lose yourself in the plot of the movie. As his fingers began to mindlessly play with your hair, you felt your mood slowly get better, the way he held you close making you feel loved and cared for.

Kise had this habit of not being able to hold himself back from making commentary during movies and TV shows. It was one of the main reasons you didn’t take him to the cinema with you. However, his stupid questions and lame jokes definitely played a role in your mood improving that day as you found yourself in fits of giggles every now and again.

“You have the most adorable laugh, Y/N-cchi,” Kise pointed out halfway through the movie after hearing you laugh over one of his awful jokes.

“Your jokes are terrible but thanks for making me laugh— I needed that,” you said as you looked into his eyes gratefully.

“I’m glad you feel better, but my jokes can’t be terrible if they make you laugh that much,” Kise said with a smile, his fingers still playing around with your hair

“I’m laughing because they’re terrible.”

“So mean, Y/N-cchi,” Kise pouted, making you giggle.

“I’m sorry. I love you,” you said softly, the smile returning onto Kise’s face.

“I love you too.”


You had been working tirelessly on schoolwork for the entire week that by the time Friday loomed around, you were absolutely exhausted. You weren’t able to have breakfast before you left the house that day so you were in a really bad mood. You kept telling yourself that you just had to make it to the end of the day, but it seemed so out of reach that you had began to slowly feel discouraged.

By the time the last lesson came around, you had fallen asleep at your desk, causing you to miss out on important notes during the lesson. The sound of the bell caused you to stir awake, and it took you a moment before you started to panic over the missed notes. Although your problems didn’t end there.

Everywhere you looked, your classmates kept staring at you and giggling. You didn’t look too much into it at first because you were far more concerned about your notes, however, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of the window and suddenly your notes became the least of your worries. The words “I’m a loser” were written across your forehead in permanant marker.

“You look like an idiot, but at least you’re self-aware,” one of your bullies who was clearly behind it said to you, causing some people around them to snicker.

Normally, you would’ve snapped back at her with some clever comeback, but you were just so exhausted that the whole situation was utterly overwhelming. Between this and the fact that you had missed out on the lesson, you felt yourself on the verge of tears. Before you knew it, you were running out of the class as fast as you possibly could, desperate to escape the awful atmosphere where you were the object of ridicule.

As soon as you got home, you rushed into the bathroom, using all sorts of makeup removers, soaps and cleansers to get the marker off of your skin as tears of frustration streamed down your face. Eventually, you were able to get it off, though a faint trace of it still remained, making you feel pathetic and defeated.

You headed to your room, where you laid face-down on your bed, balling your eyes out into a pillow. You just wished this day had never happened.

You were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell, forcing you to wipe your tears away before you answered. It was your boyfriend, Midorima. “Oh, h-hi Shintaro,” you croaked, avoiding eye contact as you felt timid.

“Hey, you weren’t there when I came to your class after school. What happened?” he inquired, knowing not to ask if you were okay because wit was evident that you weren’t.

“I’m just not having a good day,” you muttered, “I don’t think I want to talk about it right now.”

“That’s okay. Is it alright if I hang out with you?” He asked, not willing to take ‘no’ for an answer as he didn’t plan on leaving your side until you felt better.

“Yeah,” you nodded, opening the door wider to let him in.

The two of you sat on the couch in the living room together and you were unusually silent, making Midorima feel pressured to do something to fill the silence and make you feel better. When nothing came to mind, he just pulled you into a tight hug because your face was practically screaming for one. You had been able to hold yourself back for some time, but the second his arms wrapped around you, the tears started flowing yet again.

Unsure of what to say in order to calm you down, Midorima just hugged you tighter and began to rub your back, feeling useless for not knowing any better way to help. “I’m not too sure about what happened, but I know that it’ll be okay,” he whispered to you. “I’ll be here for you.”

Hearing those words began to make you feel a little more at ease as you cried into his shoulder. He figured that his best bet was to distract you from your thoughts.

“Hey this might cheer you up,” Midorima said, perking up and reaching into his bag. He pulled out a slice of red velvet cake that was packed into a cute little plastic package. “Takao gave it to me, but I don’t really want it. Would you like to have it?”

You nodded, making Midorima feel a sense of triumph as he wiped the tears away from you cheek before getting up to grab a spoon from the kitchen. The cake was absolutely delicious, and you began to feel better and better with every bite. “Thanks. It tastes really good,” you said to him, your voice still a bit raspy.

“No worries, I’m glad you like it,” Midorima smiled.

Once you were done, you and Midorima remained cuddled up on the couch together. Now that you had finally gotten all the tears out of you, the exhaustion from earlier began to hit you. Nothing was more comfortable to you than being wrapped in Midorima’s arms, so you eventually ended up fast asleep on him. Midorima noticed that you had fallen asleep with a smile on your face and he couldn’t have felt more glad. He was happy to see you so at peace that he didn’t dare move a single muscle to disturb you. He swore that he would stay like this forever if it meant that you’d feel better.


You had been in a lousy mood ever since you had woken up that morning. You ran out of milk so you couldn’t have your usual cereal for breakfast and you even managed to get caught in the rain on your way to school. By the end of the school day, you had become a ticking time bomb ready to explode.

To your dismay, your teacher had given you the duty to take the garbage out at the end of the day. You reluctantly followed instructions, telling yourself that the faster you got it done, the sooner you’d be able to go home and nap.

You were walking across the courtyard, heading towards the garbage disposal when you accidentally bumped shoulders with one of your bullies. “Oh sorry about that—”

“Watch where you’re going, dumbass,” they scowled before aggressively shoving you so that you’d fall onto the hard concrete. It had caught you offguard and one of the trash bags managed to rip open, which caused the trash to start spilling out. “Better clean that up, garbage girl,” she sneered before walking away all high and mighty.

Just like that, you were ready to break down right then and there. You told yourself not to though, because you didn’t want to feel the judgemental stares of the other students on you. Fighting back tears, you quickly cleaned up the mess and threw the garbage away before washing your hands. You quickly grabbed your things and headed out of school as the tightness in your throat became harder and harder to ignore.

Eventually, you managed to get home, where you immediately broke down into a fit of tears. You cried so hard to the point where you ended up getting a headache. You felt silly for crying so much over something so trivial, however you couldn’t help it. Everything had just built up to that one ticking point and now you had just become a pathetic mess.

Just as the tears began to come to a halt, you heard the doorbell ring. You did your best to wipe your tears away and look presentable, though you weren’t fooling anyone. “Hey Y/N, I didn’t feel like going to practice today and I missed y— wait are you crying?” Aomine said once you answered the door.

“Oh, um, not anymore—”

“Who hurt you? Where are they? I’ll fight them,” he questioned, concern spread across his face.

“No Daiki, it’s fine. I just didn’t have a very good day,” you said, causing his shoulders to sink.

He pulled you into a tight hug, surprising you at first but you quickly melted into his touch. “Hey why don’t we play some video games to get your mind off of things?” he suggested, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“That would be fun,” you nodded slightly against his chest.

“Great. Don’t expect me to take it easy on you though,” he challenged, making you smile. You liked how he didn’t change how he acted around you in times like these. Aomine being this cocky, playful person brought you much more comfort than if he were to be soft and quiet out of pity.

The two of you sat on the floor in front of the TV, playing. You sat between Aomine’s legs and his arms were wrapped around you, making you feel as though you were in a safe, warm cocoon of love. Although it felt like a cocoon of love, it certainly didn’t sound like one if anyone were to overhear. Both of you were quite competitive so there was lots of yelling and swearing, though it was often followed by fits of giggles.

It only took about ten minutes of being with Aomine until you began to feel much better. You had slowly forgotten about what happened at school to the point where it felt like a whole new day altogether. Every now and then, Aomine would place light kisses on your neck, almost as if to remind you that he was there and that he cared for you. It never failed to make you grin like an idiot.

“Ha! I won!” you celebrated, throwing your arms in the air triumphantly.

“That doesn’t count! You just got lucky,” Aomine tutted. “Let’s play again— I’ll win this time.”

“Sure, if you say so,” you said in a condescending tone, which made Aomine’s competitiveness burst through the roof. You giggled before turning slightly to face him and pressing your lips against his. “Thank you for coming over. I really needed this,” you smiled.

“You don’t need to thank me,” he said, blushing over the kiss that took him by surprise. “I’m just glad you feel better.”


It was a difficult day for you. You had woken up late so you were forced to skip breakfast in order to make it to school on time. Furthermore, when you did get to school, it was so hard to keep up with the lessons because you were tired and found it difficult to concentrate. You thought that having some food from the school canteen would possibly improve your mood, but when you went during recess, it was incredibly crowded there. After nudging your way to the front, you found out that they were sold out on all the food that you liked, so you just settled for a box of chocolate milk for lunch.

After recess, you had to give a presentation for one of your classes, much to your dismay. You found it a bit difficult to be presenting because all you could think about was how hungry you were, but you managed to pull through. However, in the middle of another classmate’s presentation, your stomach let out the loudest growl you had ever heard. Everyone’s heads turned to you and the teacher had to order the rest of the class to stop snickering as your face began to glow red in embarrassment.

The school day finally came to an end and you couldn’t have been more glad to be able to go home. You thought that you had survived the worst of it and you could go home and eat as much as you wanted. However, as you were heading towards the school gates, you were passing by a group of classmates who didn’t really like you. You didn’t think too much of it until your foot got caught by something, sending you toppling onto the concrete. They tripped you. You let out a small yelp of pain as you hugged your scraped knee.

You clenched your jaw in pain as you heard them laugh and say things like, “What an idiot,” to each other. Each passing moment was absolutely awful to you.

You managed to heave yourself up and you did your best to limp all the way home as quickly as you could so that you could clean up the wound as well as cry where no one could see you. You couldn’t help but flinch whenever there was a gust of wind as the air only made the stinging worse. You finally got home and cleaned yourself up, doing your best to do so through teary eyes and shaky hands.

You were about to go to your bedroom and cry into your pillow when you heard the doorbell ring. When you opened the door, you found Murasakibara standing there with a snack in his hand, as usual. His neutral expression quickly turned into a frown upon seeing the state you were in. “Y/N-chin, what’s wrong? Your face is red,” he questioned, not even bothering to greet you.

“Oh I tripped and hurt my knee, so I was just crying a bit over it,” you explained, not wanting to bring up the bullying because you very well knew that Murasakibara would threaten to ‘crush’ them.

“That doesn’t seem like all the details though,” he said, furrowing his eyebrows as he tried to deduce what was wrong.

“I’m just a bit hungry too I guess,” you shrugged.

Murasakibara’s face lit up at the sound of those words. For once, he knew exactly how to help. He quickly put his snacks in his bag and turned his back to you. “Let’s go to that cafe you like. Here get on my back,” he said.

“What? I could just walk.”

“No, you hurt your knee right? Let me carry you. You weigh absolutely nothing to me anyways,” he said.

It took you a moment, but you sighed, “It’s just a scrape but if you insist,” before hopping onto his back and wrapping your arms around his neck while his hand gripped your thighs.

The two of you chatted along the way, though there were far more silences between you than usual because you still weren’t in the best of moods. The two of you managed to gain a few stares, being a 2 metre tall giant with a smaller person on his back, though neither of you cared too much. You never liked being stared at, but when you were with Murasakibara all you really seemed to focus on was him, which was a rather calming experience.

You two finally got to your favourite cafe, where Murasakibara lowered you onto the floor. Both of you ordered quite a lot for yourselves because you were starving and Murasakibara was, well, Murasakibara. It was your favourite cafe for a reason- the food and drinks were absolutely delicious and each bite and sip made your mood get better and better.

“This stuff is delicious,” Murasakibara exclaimed with a mouth full of food, making you giggle.

“Oh right, it’s your first time here. Yeah, this place is great,” you nodded.

“We’re gonna come here every day from now on,” Murasakibara declared to you.

“Sounds like a plan,” you smiled, seeing how much he was enjoying himself filled you with joy of your own.

You two continued to talk like you usually would, which made you realise how Murasakibara’s very presence improved your mood. He didn’t need to try to comfort you, he himself had a comforting aura that seemed to impact those around him. He’d often sprinkle in little compliments into conversation. They weren’t too elaborate, and they were mostly along the lines of a simple, ‘You look cute, Y/N-chin,’ or, ‘I like your hairstyle,’ but they were filled with so much adoration that you couldn’t help but feel warm whenever you were around him. It had a much more significant impact on days like these where you felt quite apathetic; it never failed to make you grin.

“Are you still hungry? Do you want me to order you more food?” Murasakibara inquired.

You shook your head no, “I’m alright.”

With that, the two of you left the cafe and began to head back home, however this time you managed to convince Murasakibara to let you walk.

“Thanks for taking me there. I feel much better now,” you smiled, the way your small hand fit in his enormous one bringing you joy and comfort.

“Hm? That’s good to hear. You’re cute when you’re happy,” he said, bending over to place a quick kiss on your cheek. You felt nothing but content in that moment with him, and you knew that only he could make you feel so loved and appreciated without even having to try.


Your midterms were around the corner and the stress was eating you up more and more every day. You were up late the previous night so you found it quite difficult to stay awake during class. It didn’t help that you had a pounding headache as well. You did your best not to stay up late because you knew that it could only impede on your mood the next day, however the damage was already done and there was not much you could do to fix it. All you could do was suppress it and try to make it through the day.

Of course, it was days like these that the bullies in your class chose to pick on you the most. Throughout the day, you’d hear their usual insults and rude comments, but you learned to tune them out. The only time you managed to escape them was during your recess, where you hung out with Akashi. It was like his presence had put this protective shield around you and no one dared to approach you or pass any comments.

The last lesson of your day was PE, which wasn’t too bad because the teacher didn’t exhaust you with too many activities. Once it was over, he gave you the task of putting away the equipment in the storage room. Reluctantly, you did as you were told and heaved the things into the room. Just as you were finishing up, you heard the door slam behind you.

Engulfed in the darkness, your claustrophobia began to kick in, setting off a wave of panic within you. You rushed to the door and tried to pull it open, but it wouldn’t budge- you were locked in. “Hello? Could you please let me out? I’m really claustrophobic!” you called out as you pounded your fist on the door.

You received no response, but you could hear the familiar sounds of snickers and giggles on the other side.

You continued to pound on the door and let out cries for help, hoping that at least someone would hear you. Your breaths started to become heavier as your panic grew larger. You kept at the banging for a good ten minutes before the PE teacher finally came to your rescue, though it felt like years. The second the door opened, you sprinted out of there, not stopping to explain what happened to your confused teacher.

Your vision was limited with the tears in your eyes and you could hear nothing but the sound of your footsteps as you ran towards your house. When you finally got to the comfort of your own room, you collapsed to the carpeted floor, hugging your knees for dear life as you tried to catch your breath. Of course, crying didn’t do you any favours and you just sat there gasping for air as tears streamed down your hot cheeks. You haven’t had a breakdown like this for ages. It was like every time you closed your eyes, you were back in that storage room with no one to help you.

It took you some time, but you eventually began to simmer down and you finally picked yourself off the floor. Your cheeks were still red and your eyes were still bloodshot, but the tears finally ran out. The doorbell rang and you took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down before going over to answer it.

To your surprise, Akashi was standing in front of you, with your backpack in hand and a look of concern on his face. “Oh hi Seijuro,” you greeted, doing your best to muster a smile.

“Y/N, what happened? You left your backpack in class,” he said as you let him into the house.

“Oh I must’ve forgotten it,” you mumbled. “Don’t you have practice today?”

“I do, but Reo told me that he saw you running out of school crying so I decided to skip and come check on you,” he explained as the two of you took your seats on the living room couch.

“These girls in my class locked me in the storage room of the gym and I got panicked,” you said softly, hating having to revisit what had happened earlier.

“Who were they? I can complain—”

“No, don’t do that. I don’t want to explain what happened again. And it would only cause more trouble,” you interrupted, feeling a familiar tightness in your throat.

Akashi was quick to notice your lack of eye contact and dejected expression and he immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. “I won’t say anything until you feel ready,” he said, reassurance in his tone.

“Okay,” you said, nodding into his shoulder.

Akashi scanned the room in search of ways to get your mind off of things. A bulb lit up in his mind as his eyes landed on the stereo set by the TV. He pulled away from the hug and headed over to connect his phone.

You watched his movements with a confused expression, but as soon as he began to play your favourite song you began to smile a bit. He walked over to you and held his hand out expectantly. “May I have this dance?” he asked smoothly, with a small smirk on his face.

Akashi very well knew that you wouldn’t refuse because you absolutely adored that song. The next thing you knew, you were slow dancing with him in the living room. He especially loved spinning you around out of the blue because it often resulted in you erupting into a fit of giggles, which he enjoyed more than anything.

“Are you having fun?” Akashi questioned, once the third song made its way to an end.

You nodded with a grin, “Yes I am. Thank you for coming and checking up on me. This really helped.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

Akashi pulled you into a hug once more. With his arms around your waist and your head on his shoulder, the two of you swayed along to the music, simply enjoying each other’s company. In that moment, all your troubles seemed to fade away as the only thing that occupied your mind was the fact that you were nothing but loved and protected in Akashi Seijuro’s arms.


Waking up late and skipping breakfast wasn’t a new experience for you. It happened almost every other day. So when it happened to you yet again, you weren’t surprised and it didn’t really affect your mood in the beginning.

However, as the school day progressed, your lessons got more and more challenging and you were finding it quite difficult to keep up with whatever was going on. You couldn’t help but internally groan, knowing that you would probably have to devote some time after school to try to understand the content.

It was exhausting, but you managed to get through to the end of the day. All that was left was for you to pack your things and leave. Although, your bullies weren’t going to let a whole day go by without picking on you at least once. You were hunched over your bag, trying to organise your belongings when suddenly, freezing cold water was being poured over your head.

With a gasp, you quickly stood up, their laughter sounding menacing. Your mind desperately wanted to tell them off for doing something so crude, but all your body could do was shiver. You were more so filled with frustration rather than sadness, but tears quickly began to well up in your eyes.

You didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of seeing you cry, so you quickly grabbed your belongings and rushed out of class, desperate to get home as soon as possible. Of course, being soaking wet in the middle of winter wasn’t ideal, but you did your best to endure it on your way back.

“Y/N!” You heard a familiar deep voice call out to you as you walked along the pavement.

Turning around, you saw Kagami approaching you with a confused look on his face. “H-Hi K-Kagami,” you said through chattering teeth, quickly wiping your tears away with the back of your hand.

Upon seeing your state, Kagami immediately reached into his bag and pulled out his jersey, wrapping it around your shivering body. “What on Earth happened? Why are you soaking wet?” He questioned.

“S-Some girls in my class poured water over me,” You muttered.

“What? That’s awful. Are they stupid? It’s the middle of winter! Come on, let’s get you home,” Kagami said, putting his arm around your shoulder in attempts to provide you with more warmth as you walked.

When you finally did get home, you immediately changed out of your clothes. As you did that, Kagami prepared some hot chocolate for you in order to warm you up. “Thanks Taiga,” you said softly as you sipped on the beverage that filled you with warmth.

“No worries. Did you have breakfast today?” Kagami asked, knowing your history of waking up late.

“Nope,” you shook your head, “I didn’t have time.”

“Yeah I figured. Okay, why don’t we cook something together?” Kagami suggested, hoping that it would get your mind off of today.

You flashed him a small smile, “That sounds fun.”

You’ve cooked with Kagami a few times before and you always had a good experience with him. He liked to fool around a lot with you as he cooked, leaving random kisses on your cheek and neck and flicking water onto you every time he washed his hands. Of course, this didn’t change this time round either and you appreciated it.

After about an hour of giggles and preparing, the food was finally done, and it looked and smelled absolutely delicious. In fact, the first mouthful filled you with so much glee that you had managed to completely get the incident in school out of your mind.

“This is so good. We could be professionals,” Kagami said, a hint of sarcasm laced in his tone.

“I 100% agree,” you giggled.

Once you were done eating, Kagami took it upon himself to do the dishes, even though you insisted that you’d help.

“Are you feeling any better?” Kagami asked you as he rinsed the soapy plates.

“Yeah. I feel much better thanks to you and your professional cooking,” you said.

“Hey, you were cooking too- give yourself some credit,” Kagami replied, finishing the last of the dishes and wiping his hands on a towel before making his way over to you. He placed a light kiss on your forehead and gave you a gentle smile. “I’m glad your feel better. Also, tell those girls that the next time they pull something like this, they’re gonna have to catch these hands,” he added, his serious tone making you laugh. You couldn’t have asked for a better person to be there for you.

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