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angelsdevils · 3 years

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Aomine x Reader

Title: Stupid Letter Fluff No Warning:

Aomine would have never admitted but he had a huge crush on you. He was pretty confident and cocky in just about everything, everything except you. You and Aomine never really talked, because he often skipped classes, and practice. When he knew you were going to practice he would make an appearance, but he seemed to almost always miss you when you went to their practices.

He thought he hid it well but his teammates could see right through him. Considering the days he did come to practice, he knew for a fact you were there. When you leave, he would also leave. Momoi was cooking up a plan that would help her close friend confess to his crush.

“(L/N)~” you turned to see her and flashed her a bright smile.

“What’s up Momoi?”

“I don’t need you to come to practice, but I was wondering if you could drop something off to Dai~chan for me.”

“Sure, what is it?”

“This, don’t tell him its from me though,” she handed you a letter and you blinked before shrugging.

“Okay, where is he normally?”

“The roof top.”

“Alright, see you tomorrow.”

“See ya~” she sung before going to the gym, you shook your head and made your way to the roof top. Once you opened the door, it almost slammed shut but you caught it and closed it slowly.

“Momoi, I told you I am not going to practice.”

“Oh sorry, I am not Momoi~Aomine,” upon hearing your voice he shot up from his spot his magazine falling to the ground.

“(L/N), what are you doing up here?”

“Uhm, giving you this,” you handed him the letter. You didn’t get to read it but you kinda wished you did. Aomine was blushing a bit so you got close enough and looked at the letter. He quickly jerked the letter away, and his cocky smirk turned to you.

“What?” You asked kinda concerned, his smirk only widened but he was still blushing.

“Really?”

“Really what?”

“You know what’s in the letter.”

“Huh?”

“Fine, I will read it out loud,” he held the letter and cleared his throat.

“Dear Aomine,

I just want to let you know, that I really really like you. I love watching you play basketball, and even think that you are really hot. I understand we don’t always talk, in fact we haven’t had a literal conversation but I hope you accept my feelings.

Love,

(L/N).”

“… I am gonna kill her…”

“Kill who?”

“Momoi… she wrote that, I was just delivering it like she asked.”

“…Oh… I see. So you don’t like me?” He asked, his smirk was no longer there and he was frowning slightly.

“Well, I-I uhm,”

“I like you, a lot.” He suddenly confessed, you blushed slightly.

“You like me?” You asked and he rubbed his neck before looking off to the side.

“Yeah, it’s whatever if you don’t like me though.”

“No I- even though I am not the one who wrote that letter, Momoi took everything I said about you and put it into that letter. So I do like you, I just didn’t know you liked me back. So I was gonna bury it deep down,” you looked down and he walked to you cupping your face. You blinked slightly and met his eyes before his lips connected with yours and you gasped softly. You gripped his shirt as he moved his lips against yours gently, he moved his hands from your face to your waist and held you closer to him.

You smiled into the kiss as he held you to him, and the kiss only deepened when you tilted your head to the side. You sighed softly as he parted from the kiss and leaned his forehead against yours.

“You don’t understand how long I have been wanting to do that,” he mumbled and you laughed softly.

“I am curious…”

“Since the beginning of this year, when I first saw you.”

“Really?” You were surprised and he nodded his head slightly.

“You should have told me sooner, had me going crazy.”

“Sorry, you were the only person I wasn’t confident in. I didn’t know if you would return my feelings. You seemed so unapproachable, so I just admired from afar.”

“That’s hard to believe, but sweet,” you said and stood up and kissed his lips again. He smiled before pulling you to sit in his lap. You cuddled into his chest and he laid his head on top of yours with a small smile.

“So I can finally call you my boyfriend now right?”

“Of course, you aren’t dating anyone else. Mine.” He mumbled against your hair which caused you to laugh.

“Dork.”

“Your dork,”

“So cheesy.”

“Shut up, don’t ruin the moment.”

“So mean, but alright.”

“… So you think I am hot when I play basketball?”

“Don’t start,” you glared at him and he was smirking.

“What? I just want to know…”

“Yes very hot.”

“Good to know.”

“I might not kill Momoi about that stupid letter, this worked out better then she probably thought.”

“Yeah, no kidding.”

“I would have made it more cheesy and romantic though. She sucks at writing love letters.”

“Yeah, as bad as her cooking.”

“Be nice, she is slowly getting better. I been teaching her.”

“Yeah still…”

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notdonesimpin · 3 years

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Wants And Needs ~d.a.~

daiki aomine x reader

warnings: kinda angsty, kinda fluffy. it does have a happy ending

synopsis: two people with a love for sports, finding themselves on opposite sides of the spectrum. One never puts in the effort and the other wishes they could touch the court once more.

a/n: its long haha :) self indulgence got the better of me. hope you enjoy :)

Being the second manager of Touou Academy’s basketball was a fairly easy task until Momoi decided to put you on babysitting duty because Aomine seemed to be too hard to reach or find nowadays.

You’d argued her down on why it had to be you since they had been close since they were kids, but you knew it was because she couldn’t do proper stats or research if she had to worry about him.

Despite your better judgement, you agreed, putting the team’s needs before your own feelings.

The only thing you couldn’t shake is how she said that you’re the only person he’ll actually listen to. What does that even mean?

You’ve only had a few conversations with him and most of them seemed pretty tame. You’d never asked him to do anything. It was only ever minor suggestions to better his game or to help him heal afterwards but that was the extent of your friendship.

He’d just known you since you went to the same middle school as him but you both lived in different worlds then. He was the ace of the basketball team and you were the ace of the volleyball team. Your paths almost never crossed with how busy and committed you both were to your clubs, but you both respected each other and watched the other play whenever you had the chance.

“Why are you following me like a lost puppy? Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Aomine asks, snapping you out of your thoughts as he begins to ascend the ladder to the roof.

“Well, Momoi has gotten too busy to keep an eye on you, so you can call me your babysitter. It feels more like I’m supposed to be your secretary, though.”

“You can quit early. You’re not making me go to practice. There’s no point if I’m better than everyone.”

You huff, following him up. “You’re so arrogant.You know, that there’s going to come a day where someone will knock you off of your high horse or you might just do it yourself.”

He shrugs, laying down and letting his eyelids close.

“Daiki. Get up.”

He ignored you, faking a few snores in hopes that you’d give up and leave him alone.

You let out a huff, contemplating on how to get him to go to practice. “What will it take for you to start going to practice?”

“I already don’t go, and my performance is fine.”

“But your teamwork is shit,” you blurt, quickly clamping your hands over your mouth as soon as you could.

He opened one of his eyes, glancing at you. “I don’t need a team. I’m strong enough on my own.”

“Then prove it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s go to practice. You’ll play by yourself versus three guys on the team. If you win, I’ll stop pestering you about practicing or being on time. If you don’t, you’ll practice on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays and do strength training with me on Tuesdays and Thursdays.”

Aomine scoffs, “You must be expecting me to win with your outrageous request.”

You shake your head, “I know you’re going to lose, so I need enough punishment to get you off of your high horse. Plus, we’ll have a 3 on 1 game every week until you beat them or you admit that you can’t do it by yourself. Do we have a deal?”

He sits up, looking at you in amusement, “We have a deal if you agree to let me take you on a date after I win.”

“Then, we have a deal, Mr. Optimistic.”

He jumps up, heading for the ladder. “Let’s go. I don’t want to eat too late.”

Your eyes widened at his sudden determination to go to practice, even if it was under an agreement. You quickly followed him, having trouble since his legs were decently longer than yours.

He pushed the gym doors open and all eyes went to the two of you. They all fell silent when Aomine began to speak.

“Imayoshi, Sosa, and Harasawa. Play me. 3-on-1,” he challenged.

“Daiki-kun! What are you doing?” Momoi asks, looking in between you, him, and the three players he’d just called out.

“I’m just here to win a bet that Y/N made with me. That’s all.”

He jogs onto the court, getting ready to play and disregarding everything Momoi, you, and the coach were saying to him.

“How about we go to 21? My baskets will count for 1 or 2 points and yours will count for 2 or 3,” he smirked, passing the ball to Imayoshi as he got in a defensive stance.

“You cocky little asshole.” The match began moments later.

In only about 15 minutes, Aomine had won in a landslide. 21-5.

Your jaw dropped, “Daiki…”

He grabbed his bag off of the ground with a triumphant smirk, grabbing your hand to pull you along with him as he left. “How do burgers sound? I’m starving.”

You fell silent after you caught up with Aomine, walking beside at a leisurely pace. He let go of your hand and let out a sigh.

“You’re quiet,” he notes after a few minutes of silence, “Do you really have nothing to say to me if it isn’t about practice?”

“I’m just trying to get my thoughts together. I don’t want to say anything that I don’t really mean,” you mutter.

He nods, letting the two of you fall into silence once again as he opens the door for you to walk into the fast food restaurant.

About five minutes later, Daiki sat down across from you with a large pile of food. He hands you two burgers and some fries, knowing that you usually didn’t eat much.

“Alright, I can tell you’re mad at me,” he leans against his chair, looking at you.

“I’m not mad at you.”

“Yes, you are. You have the same look on your face when I do something extremely reckless during the game or when I almost get hurt because I didn’t take your advice.”

You huff, “Why do you spend so little time practicing basketball if you love playing so much?”

“It’s no fun when no one is a challenge anymore. I’m the only person that can beat me.”

“Can you shut up with your superiority complex bullshit!” you snap.

His eyes widened. You’ve never lost your cool before. Why did you care so much about him skipping practice?

You took a deep breath and spoke in a calmer tone. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell. It’s just- you claim to love the sport so much, yet, you subconsciously have given up. You’ve stopped having fun, but you don’t want to admit it.”

“Shut up,” he muttered.

“You hate the sport because you have no one to play against. Yet, winning isn’t the only reason to play. You play for your team or are you just too self-centered to realize it.”

“You don’t get to talk to me about the decisions I have made. You have no right to say that I need to play for the team when you were the best volleyball player at Teiko. You were the only person talked about as much as we were, but you quit. You gave up on your team. Don’t give me shit when you walked on the thing that made you who you are,” he sneered, getting up to leave.

“I didn’t give up. I’d committed to Rakuzan, but I got injured. They didn’t want me anymore. No strong team wanted me. Since Touou’s volleyball team is rather small since it just started last year, they still wanted me. That’s why I’m here. So don’t tell me about giving up because my love for volleyball is too strong. Everything I’ve ever done is to better myself and my team. That’s why I can have fun even if I’m beating the other team by a landslide. I can imagine how upset I have made you, and I apologize. I just- I would kill to step on the court right now. My doctor says that if I have surgery, I’ll be out for another six to nine months but my volleyball career will be guaranteed. I’ve thought about throwing away the rest of my career to play another season right now. Excuse me if seeing you flake off when you have so much potential makes me upset. I’m sorry for ruining our supposed date. Have a good night, Aomine.”

He couldn’t deny the way his heart ached after hearing your story or the way he swore that his heart broke when you called him by his last name. You haven’t done that since middle school.

His chest felt heavy, but there was nothing he could do now except to walk away. His pride being too large for an apology to fall across his lips.

It had been two weeks later and neither of you have tried to talk to the other. The team could practically feel the tension between the two of you as you sat on the opposite end of the bench to avoid being beside Aomine.

You were always the one to keep Aomine’s head afloat during games, so they weren’t sure what to expect without you quietly coaching him. They needed his complete focus during the game against Seirin and they were afraid he wouldn’t be able to keep his mind from drifting to whatever caused a rift between the two of you.

You stood up giving each of the players a pat on the back as they stepped onto the court. You placed your hand on Aomine’s shoulder as you stopped, causing him to stop and glance at you. He was going to open his mouth to say something, but you just gave him a tight lipped smile and continued to the bench and sitting by Momoi.

She gave you both sympathetic looks, knowing of the situation due to you both coming to her on separate occasions. Only Momoi knew how much of his play depended on your reassuring words and guided coaching. It wasn’t that he was terrible without you, but you gave him a purpose that neither of you realized.

The game has favored Touou for the most part, but Seirin was staying somewhat in the game. Everyone could tell that Aomine wasn’t giving his all, but no one knew how to approach him about it. They knew only you could bring him back to reality.

“Y/N, you do know that he’s started to come to practice, right?” Momoi says without taking her eyes off of the game. “He told me that he’d be there on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays only because he has strength training on Tuesdays and Thursdays.”

“Why are you telling me this?” you asked, trying to hide the shock you felt that he actually listened to you even though he won the bet.

“He said that you put some things into perspective, and he shouldn’t take his time playing basketball for granted when there are people dying to even be able to do a percentage of what he does.”

You quietly nodded, not noticing the smile that crept on your face.

Halftime came and the team quietly went to the locker room. Everyone could tell how close to breaking Aomine was.

You refilled the water bottles and grabbed some colder towels as you walked into the locker room. You gave all the players that came off of the court a towel and a bottle, receiving a small thanks as the coach talked to them.

You noticed Aomine staring at the ground, trying to keep his focus on the game. You unfolded the cool towel, placing it over his head and bent down to set the bottle in front of him.

As soon as you tried to walk away, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards him until his head rested on your torso and his arms were wrapped around you. You paused, unsure of how to respond. You could have sworn you heard a soft sniffle come from him.

“Uh, Daiki-kun-” Momoi started, realizing how uncomfortable you looked.

You cut her off with a reassuring smile, “It’s okay, Momoi. Let him be.”

You look down at him, moving the towel onto his neck so you could run your hands through his hair.

The buzzer sounded to signal that there were two minutes left until the game began. Everyone piled out, but Aomine didn’t budge.

You fell silent as he looked up at you with a few tears rolling down his face. “I’ve never felt so lost on the court, Y/N. Please, tell me what to do out there! Tell me how many mistakes I’ve made. Yell at me. Hit me for being such a dumbass! I just need you to- just please- please, talk to me. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Kagami goes based on instinct, like you, so any movement that could give a hint about what you’re going to do is guaranteeing your loss in a one-on-one battle. Beating him is easy if you let yourself have some fun. This may be the only time I tell you this, but don’t hold back.”

His eyes widened, “Really?”

“Yeah. Don’t hold back and win this game for the team.”

“I’m still struggling with the team thing, but I can win this game for you, if that’s okay,” he confessed as he gets up, keeping his arms loosely wrapped around your waist.

You lightly laughed, “I guess it’s okay. I just want you to have some fun.”

“Can I kiss you?” he leans down, ghosting his lips over yours.

Knowing your words would fail you, you pulled him down, crashing his lips onto yours. His arms tightened around you as he tried to pull you impossibly close to deepen the kiss.

You pull away with a small smile on your face, patting his chest. “Let’s go before they think we’ve murdered each other.”

Aomine instantly picked you up, and rushed out of the locker room despite your protests.

“Daiki! Put me down!” you yell as the tunnel begins to end.

The team looks over at the sound of your voice to see Aomine carrying you out. They all let out a deep sigh of relief to see that the two of you were getting along again.

He sits you down and you hit him in the shoulder. “If you weren’t playing right now, I swear I would murder you!”

He laughs, giving you a quick kiss as the buzzer went off for the game to start again. “I want to cheer as loud as you can for me, yeah?”

You grin, “I’ll do my best.”

A few months later, you were at the hospital, waiting to be wheeled back for surgery when Aomine bursted into your room with wide eyes and his uniform on.

“Daiki? What are you doing here? You have a game like right now!” you exclaim.

“I couldn’t play. I tried, Y/N. I really tried to stay focused during warm ups, but I can’t when you’re here, getting the surgery that brings you onto the court you love. I can’t just show up after it’s done and ask if you’re okay.”

“The team needs you.”

“The team is the reason I’m here. They’re worried about you, too. You may not play on the court, but you’ve been there for every single one of us when we needed it the most. It’s only fair that I do that same for you as your teammate, but more importantly, as your boyfriend.”

“Daiki…” your eyes soften, noticing the tears threatening to leave his eyes.

He wasn’t typically a vulnerable person. This was the first time you’d seen him so upset since that fight.

“You’re here alone when you shouldn’t have to be. Your parents are out of town. Who’s going to take care of you, baby? I know you put up this big front that you’re strong, but I don’t think you actually want to go into surgery without a comforting and familiar face.” Daiki’s voice cracks as he walks over to you. His laces your fingers together. “Let me take care of you.”

“Okay.” Your voice was small. You felt all of the emotions you’d been holding in start pouring out as tears began to fall down your face.

He wipes a few tears off of your face, pulling the chair closer to the edge of the bed to sit down. “How long until it’s time?”

“Ten minutes.”

He nods, letting the both of you fall into a comfortable silence.

“Daiki?” you asked after a few minutes of silence.

He hums in response as he looks over at you.

“What if I’m a part of the unlucky 25 percent that can’t play again?”

“Y/N, you’re overthinking. Everything will go perfect. You’ll be playing volleyball next season, and I’ll get to cheer my girl on from the sidelines. If anything other than that happens, we’ll burn that bridge when we get to it. Either way, you have me.” He bends down to rummage in his bag, pulling out a teddy bear and handing it to you. “I got you this to hold onto during the surgery.”

“Thank you, Daiki.” You grabbed it from him, wrapping your arms around it tightly as you noticed that it smelled of his cologne. Your heart swelled as he successfully calmed you.

Five minutes later, the nurse came in to wheel you to the back. He gave you a soft kiss on the forehead and watched them wheel you out.

The next three hours were excruciating for Aomine. He sat there in silence for the most part, checking his phone for updates on the game from Momoi.

After she informed him that they won, he made a plan with them to drop by your place later to check on you and celebrate later that night after they released you.

The nurse rolled you back in and you were still asleep.

“How did it go?” he nervously asked.

“It was a success! As long as she does everything right, she should get back to volleyball in no time. She should wake up in the next thirty minutes or so. After that, we’ll see how she feels and go through everything that you guys need to do for the next two to three weeks until her check up.You guys should be out of here in another hour.

He nods, “Thank you.”

Just like the nurse said, you woke up thirty minutes later and felt a little groggy. He softly smiled at you, rubbing circles on the back of your hand.

“Hey, baby. How do you feel?”

Your eyes flutter open and you make immediate eye contact with him. “I want to go home, Dai,” you pout.

“I know. We’ll be going home soon. You’ll be back on the court before you know it, too.”

“Really?” you beamed.

He couldn’t help but match his smile to yours. “Yeah, they said it went perfect.”

Later that night, you and Aomine were quietly watching a movie when there was a knock on your door.

You look at him confused as he gets up and walks over to it. “Aomine, who’s here?”

He smiles without answering your question as he opens the door to reveal the team standing there. They all piled into your home, asking if you were okay. Some of them handed you flowers and sweets while others brought movies and games for you to do in your free time.

“What are you guys doing here?” you ask in shock.

“We wanted to make sure that everything went well. Aomine thought it’d be a good idea,” Imayoshi informed you.

Aomine cheeks heated up as he scratched the back of his head. “I figured since you brought us closer as a team, you wouldn’t mind.”

“Not at all. These are moments with you guys that I won’t get often after I start playing volleyball again.”

“Nonsense, the volleyball team and basketball team schedules almost never clash because we only have one gym. The only time it’d be troublesome is during tournament season. Even if you can’t be at most of our games, you can still come to a lot of the practices,” Aomine interjected.

Everyone looked at him with wide eyes. “Why do you know this information?” Momoi asked.

“I wanted to see how much time I was going to get to spend with Y/N once she was released to play.”

“Oh you are so whipped.”

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ourneverendingpossibilities · 3 years

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BECAUSE ITS VALENTINES, can I please request some angst to fluff for our baby Kise? Like maybe something like Reader thinks he's cheating but learns in the end that he's just planning a surprise for her?? Please? Thank you ILY! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

AHH. Semi Angsty Ki-chan is like... adorable??? I’m glad to write this for you!! Thank you for taking time to request and I hope you have a lovely Valentine’s Day! <3 (If you celebrate!)

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Your relationship with Kise is still fairly new... You began dating after Summer ended in your second year.. The holidays were brand new territory because he was your first boyfriend. Everything you experienced as a couple was the first time.

Your first date. First hug... First kiss..

You were on cloud nine. Despite him being very popular, he wasn’t an egotistical asshole.. Not the stories you’ve heard before in the past. Everything was going well, the two of you communicating on a regular basis. To the point it was getting lonely when you DIDN’T talk to him...

So it never once occurred to you he would be cheating with someone else... Or he would WANT to.

It was the week of Valentine’s Day. The air at Kaijou was filled with lovesick girls pining after their favourite boy. Wanting their attention for only a brief moment..

In this case, most of those girls directed their gazes at Kise.

Because you wanted to keep things as drama-free as possible, you politely asked Kise if he could keep your relationship under the radar, just until you could adjust to the attention you were sure the two of you would receive... He was a kind gentleman, understanding not everyone wants to be known, and he would meet up with you after hours, walk you home in peace and quiet.

You got to your desk when you’d overheard a few girls gossiping about some pink-haired girl they’d seen with Kise at the mall yesterday.

“She had her arms wrapped around his and she was gushing about how cute he was! He didn’t seem to mind being close with her either!”

“If I was his girlfriend, I don’t think I could handle another woman being on my man’s arms..”

“I feel bad for anyone who has to compete with her!”

You tried not listening in, but all you could try to wrap around your mind was.. Kise had lied to you..

He said he had practice last night... He had to stay late for that.. He never once mentioned needing to meet up with another girl... Much less someone who clings to him that way.. Could you even believe those fangirls anyway?? They always seem to be gossiping about something... They could be trying to get a rise out of everyone..

Start some stupid rumour...

You chose to ignore it the best you could.. But closer to the end of the day, you could feel yourself start to wear thin.. All you could think about was Kise having his arms wrapped around another girl’s... Smiling down at them with that gorgeous smile of his... He was your ray of sunshine...

You didn’t want to lose him to someone else...

You couldn’t stay to wait for him.. You choose to leave the school grounds, not bothering to attend your afterschool club.. You just needed to process the information you heard..

Okay, don’t panic.. It could be a cousin of his... Or a relative... He DOES have two sisters after all...

But they were older.. and you’d seen pictures of them.. They didn’t have pink hair.. But that’s still not a reason to overreact... Just stay calm..

You managed to leave the school when you were accidentally shoved to the side by a short girl with very long hair. It was a shade of pink, and you were too stunned to be angry at being shoved aside...

“KI-CHAN!”

You didn’t notice the grumbling bluenette who followed behind her, clearly not wanting to be there..

“MOMOCCHI!”

As soon as you hear Kise’s voice, you found the strength to walk... Only you didn’t feel the stares of everyone who was staring at you.. You tried to keep a composed face, just until you got past the school gates. As soon as you turned around the corner, your legs bolted.

You don’t care who sees you, or who’s watching. You just want to reach home, crawl under the blankets and watch some random sappy story while eating your favourite ice cream..

Anywhere but here...

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“Oi, Kise! We skipped practice to be here! Where’s your girlfriend?? Feh.. If I was her, I would’ve ditched your ass sooner.”

“DAI-CHAN!”

“She’ll be here!! We always meet here!! Hang on let me call her!” he exclaims, pulling out his cellphone. He finds your contact, dialing it on his phone, but it immediately goes to voice mail.. Odd... You normally answer him...

He tries to dial you a few more times, frowning when he gets the voicemail every single time...

Were you avoiding him??

He places his phone back in his pocket, running a hand through his hair, distress evident on his face... He returns back to the couple, trying to find the words to say..

“She’s not answering... I... I don’t understand... We were just hanging out with each other the other day..”

It’s that moment Momoi pulls out her phone, seeing a message from one of her friends.. It was a picture of the two of them together at the mall.. She looks at Kise, showing him her phone...

“Ki-chan... They may have shown her this... And gotten the wrong idea! You need to fix this!”

“But how?? She’s not even answering my calls..!”

Aomine clicks his tongue, grabbing him by the scruff of his jacket.

“Oi, dumbass. I know you’re not THAT much of an idiot... When a girl is mad at you, you show up at her house with a surprise, and talk with her.. I shouldn’t have to tell you that!”

He pouts, whining as Aomine drags him to the mall. “OW!! Aominecchi!!”

“I don’t even know what she sees in you.. Having to put up with your fangirls... They’re always trying to start shit... So you better make it up to her.. Or I’ll kick your ass myself!”

He’s startled at his declaration, and he looks between both his friends, before nodding his head.

“I’ll get ____cchi something she’ll never forget!”

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This was stupid.

You should’ve at least texted him to say you weren’t feeling well... Have some sort of cover story.. You hate lying, hate hiding away as if you’re not bothered by anything... When you turned on your phone, you see the photo of Kise with the pinkette, and you try your hardest NOT to cry.. You don’t want to give him that satisfaction!

However, the knock on your bedroom door startles you, and before you could get up to lock it, Kise enters, staring at you with an expression you’ve never seen before...

“R...Ryouta..”

“Why did you ignore me, _____cchi?? You had me worried something happened to you!”

You turn away from him, not noticing him placing a couple bags down at the bed. You couldn’t look him in the eye... Not since.. that picture lingers in your mind.. How happy he sounded when calling ‘her’ name.

“You could’ve met up with her somewhere else... It was foolish to go where everyone can see..”

Your words startle him, and he hesitates to reach his hand out.. But he does anyway, because he’s scared to lose you... And he won’t let you go without a fight...

“You saw the picture.”

“Of course I did!” You hiss, turning to look at him, unaware of the unshed tears in your eyes... “It’s all over everyone’s newsfeeds!! I.. I don’t even know how to react..”

“What do you think, ______cchi..” he begins, sitting on your bed. He grabs your hand, but doesn’t move further. “Tell me.. What’s running through your pretty head?”

You look at him, biting back the colourful words creeping into your brain. Instead, you stare down at his hand, so big and warm, wrapped around yours.

“We communicate with each other, Ryouta... We don’t tell each other lies... We don’t keep secrets...”

You look at him, before shaking your head. “So if you weren’t happy with me, why didn’t you speak up sooner??”

He gently tugs your hand, bringing you into his lap, resting his head on yours. You try not to blush, glaring at his clothes.. Stupid Kise... He always seems to do this to you....

“I’m the happiest when I’m with _____cchi...” he admits easily, stroking your hair, “I was with my middle school friend Momocchi... She was helping me pick out a gift for Valentine’s Day... I didn’t want to ruin the surprise, so I told you I was staying later to practice.... WHICH I did..” he adds, staring down at you...

“I asked her and her boyfriend to meet with me after practice.... But when people took that picture, he was in the bathroom.. She left him behind to take me everywhere before the mall closed...”

Your cheeks began to burn at the embarrassment, of being stupid enough to believe such a stupid thing... But instead, you try to remain calm, not wanting to break down in his arms...

“I... Ryouta...”

“The reason they came today was to meet you... Because I wanted to offer going on a double date with them for Valentine’s Day...” he admits, rubbing the back of his head...

“You’re my first REAL girlfriend ______cchi... I wasn’t sure if you wanted to spend it alone, or if you wanted to be with another couple... But trust me when I say...”

He looks at you with softening hues, “You were all I could think about the whole time I was with them...”

And when you see him this raw, this open towards you.... You know he’s telling the truth... And you fell into those stupid rumours like an idiot.. Because you were scared to believe he was happy with you.. You try to hide your face, but he doesn’t let you, grabbing both your hands with one, and uses the other to wipe away the tears...

“I’m sorry you felt this way _____cchi... I.. I should’ve asked you before going to her... Momocchi is one female I can trust with asking relationship advice!” he explains, standing up to grab the bags...

“But listen, I have your favourite ice-cream here, with your favourite movie...” He begins, grabbing the stuffed dog from the bag. He holds it out for you, trying not to fluster at your stare.. “I.. I figured you’d like this... So I grabbed it.. I know we... had a misunderstanding...” a HUGE one... “But, if it’s okay with you.. I’d like for us to start our Valentine’s weekend today...”

He’s startled when you jump at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You cling to him, and he immediately places the bags down to hold you to his chest. He starts to stroke your hair, whispering soft, reassuring words in your ear, hoping it soothes your insecurities... And he would understand why you have them...

But he’s determined to make them go away... Because you’re HIS ray of sunshine.. And he needs you to make the bad days go away.

#knb imagines #knb scenarios #kise ryouta #Valentine's Day #fluff #angst #comfort #Momoi Satsuki #Aomine Daiki #Anonymous

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aomine-ryo · 4 years

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This one took forever to finish and some of them are a bit long. Hope you enjoy though!

Feel free to send some scenarios my way if you want x

Scenario: GOM + Kagami is your date for prom (fem!s/o)

Kise

The doorbell rang and your stomach filled with butterflies. You and Kise had been so excited for this day and you couldn’t help but rush downstairs, trying hard not to trip on your own dress. Kise was at the door, chatting with your parents, he looked absolutely amazing- I mean, what more could you expect from a model- but the second you came into sight, he was speechless.

“Y/N-cchi...” Kise was at a loss for words, which was strange because he always had something to say.

“What? Do I not look nice? Is it the makeup? I knew I shouldn’t have put that much eyeshadow—”

“No, you look perfect. Even more than perfect! And your makeup is beautiful, maybe you should do my makeup at a photoshoot sometime,” Kise said reassuringly, making you feel more at ease.

A few moments of silence passed as the two of you just stood at the doorway admiring each other.

“Oh! I got you this,” Kise said, holding out a gorgeous corsage made with daisies- your favourite flower.

You felt your heart melt right there and then, “Kise, you didn’t have to! But it’s gorgeous, thank you,” you said as he slid it onto your wrist.

“I knew you’d like it, Y/N-cchi!” Kise smiled. “Shall we go?”

You nodded and left the house, with your arm intertwined with Kise’s. The two of you shared a limousine with some of Kise’s teammates, but Kise wouldn’t take his eyes off of you. “Kise, quit staring, you’re making me nervous!” you whined, turning to face his adorable honey eyes.

“I can’t help it. You’re the most gorgeous person on Earth,” Kise said, making your cheeks turn into a bright pink.

“Well, I don’t know about that, because I’m quite sure that you’re the most gorgeous one here. I mean, look at you- you look dashing!” you giggled, which only make Kise smile even wider than he did before.

The entire night was like a fairytale come to life. You chose not to dance that much because you were convinced that you’d trip over your dress or just embarrass yourself with your not-so-graceful dancing, much to Kise’s dismay. However, the biggest surprise came when you and Kise won prom king and queen.

“I guess you have to dance with me now, Y/N-cchi,” Kise muttered to you, smiling with glee as the crowd made way for the two of you on the dance floor.

Dancing with Kise wasn’t that bad though. He guided you every step of the way but didn’t hold himself back with spinning you out of the blue- which you somehow pulled off. “When did you get so good at dancing?” You asked Kise as the two of you swayed together.

“I’m good at everything, remember?” Kise smiled smugly. “Here, I’ll prove it.” Kise pulled your hips closer; you two were so close that you could feel his breath on your face. It seemed like everything around you tuned out as the blonde leaned in closer and placed a soft kiss on your lips. And you had to admit- that was one of the best kisses you’ve ever received.

Aomine

Aomine wasn’t too keen on the idea of prom until Momoi told him that you were interested in going. He isn’t one that enjoys grand events like this, but he put all of that aside because he was dying to see you all dressed up. When he arrived at your house to pick you up, he nearly dropped dead because of how beautiful he thought you looked.

“Y/N, you’re gonna kill me,” Aomine said, barely able to get any words out in the first place.

“Don’t be dramatic Aomine,” you chuckled, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“I’m not being dramatic, I swear my heart skipped a beat! You were already hot to begin with, and now you’re even more hot! How is that fair?” Aomine rambled, unable to believe how perfect you were and how lucky he got to have someone like you.

You sighed and decided to give in to his compliments— he’d never stop rambling otherwise, “Thank you, Aomine. You look extremely hot in a tuxedo by the way.”

Aomine’s cheeks began to heat up, “I think you won the hotness battle by a long shot.” You watched as your boyfriend eyed you up and down, it was flattering but that didn’t stop you from whacking his arm.

“Don’t get any ideas,” you snapped, knowing exactly how his mind worked. Aomine sighed and the two of you headed off together.

The actual event wasn’t too bad, though Aomine kept yawning. He couldn’t keep his hands off you though. He always either had his arm around you or on your thigh under the table. You felt like you’d have more fun with just Aomine than at prom, so you decided to head up to the roof together.

“Damn, there’s really not much you can do at prom but dance, huh?” Aomine said as the two of you got up to the empty roof.

“Yeah if you weren’t with me I probably would’ve dozed off by now,” you admitted, chuckling.

“It’s much nicer here anyways,” Aomine shrugged, looking up at the starry night sky. The two of you laid down next to each other and stared up at the stars together. Aomine took off his suit jacket and insisted that you lay down on it rather than the cold floor.

“I didn’t think our prom would go like this, if I’m being honest,” you told him.

“Yeah well, I’m still having fun,” he said, turning his head and looking at you. “You know, you look really beautiful- I’m sorry that prom wasn’t what you hoped it was.”

“It’s okay, I’m just glad I got to see my Aomine in a tuxedo,” you said, grinning, which only made him scoff and put his arm over his face so that you wouldn’t see him blush.

“Shut up, Y/N,” Aomine groaned, stifling an embarrassed chuckle. He took his arm off his face and turned to you again, but this time he didn’t just admire you. He moved in closer and pressed his lips onto yours. He pulled away for a moment and looked at you, grinning from ear to ear. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it,” he whispered.

“It’s okay, I loved it. You can keep going if you’d like.”

Before you knew it, things began to get hot and heavy. Aomine laid on top of you as your kisses deepened and fizzled into something more. And although the actual event was a bore, your prom night with Aomine under the stars was one of the best nights of your life.

Murasakibara

“Y/N-chin, can’t you just come over to my house and we can eat snacks and watch a movie instead?” Murasakibara groaned over the phone.

“Murasakibara, there’s literally two hours till prom. I already got a dress and you already got a suit— I think it’s too late to change plans,” you replied.

“Okay fine, I’ll come pick you up soon,” he muttered before hanging up.

You weren’t too sure why you were going either, because to you, Atsushi’s idea of staying home and eating snacks sounded much better. Nevertheless, getting out of your comfort zone might be a good idea.

However, the second you saw Murasakibara all dressed up at your doorstep, all your doubts and worries were worth it; he looked so nice.

“Woah, look at you!” You said breathlessly, “You look amazing.”

“Hm? Really? Muro-chin helped me pick this out,” he said, looking down at his sleek black tuxedo. “You look really nice too. Did anyone help you pick that dress?”

“No, I did it all myself.”

“Wow, my date is so talented. I got lucky, huh,” Murasakibara smiled as he reached out to you. You smiled and gladly took his hand as the two of you were off to prom together.

You found that prom was actually a nice atmosphere to be in— it wasn’t as bad as you thought. The food there was delicious so Murasakibara was extremely happy. The two of you mainly stuck to your seats the entire time, just talking to each other. However, to your surprise, your favourite slow song began to play and you had to go dance- you’d hate yourself if you didn’t.

“Hey Y/N-chin, isn’t this that song you really like?” Murasakibara asked, recognising it the second it began to play.

“Yeah it is. I can’t believe they’re playing it. Would you like to dance with me?” You asked, standing up and holding your hand out for him to take.

“Of course I’ll dance with you. It would be useless if I didn’t- I was the one who requested the song after all,” Murasakibara said, holding your hand and leading you to the dance floor.

“You requested the song?” You questioned, feeling your heart warming up as Murasakibara placed his hands on your waist.

“Yeah, I thought you’d like it. It would be a waste if you came here looking so nice without enjoying yourself,” he said, shrugging as if it was nothing.

“I love it! Thank you so much,” you said, kissing his cheek and pulling him into a tight hug, which took him by surprise as he breathed in your scent, which to him, was heavenly; it made him feel at home.

“Y/N-chin, it’s just a song, it wasn’t a big deal,” Murasakibara said, while also hugging you back, just as tight- if not tighter.

“It was very sweet of you to do that,” you told him, unable to stop smiling as you pulled away from the hug and swayed to the music, looking up at his eyes. “I know you would rather be at home, but I’m glad you’re here. So to thank you, I’ll make you your favourite cheesecake tomorrow.”

“I don’t mind being here actually. The food’s good. And I like spending time with you— I do still want that cheesecake though,” he said, watching you giggle making his heart do all kinds of leaps and skips.

“I love you,” you said to him, the words making his eyes soften.

“I love you too, Y/N-chin,” he said, averting his gaze as the colour in his cheeks brightened. The two of you continued to sway along to the song, lost in each other’s eyes, muttering whatever came to your minds because you could tell each other anything.

Midorima

Midorima was very much punctual when it came to picking you up at your house. The doorbell rang at exactly 6 pm. You opened the door and greeted Midorima with a big hug.

“Y-you look beautiful, Y/N,” he said, unable to take his eyes off of you when you pulled away from the hug.

“Thank you, Mido-chin, so do you!” You noticed that his hands were empty. “Where’s today’s lucky item?” you questioned.

“Oh it’s meant to be a rose today. I decided to incorporate it into my outfit and used a rose to make this,” he said, pointing to the boutonnière in the lapel of his tuxedo jacket.

“That item is good timing huh?” You said, amazed.

“Quite so,” he replied. “Shall we head out? Takao is waiting in the limousine.”

Once you got to prom, the two of you decided to just sit at your table and talk since neither you or Midorima knew how to dance very well.

“Events like these aren’t really much if you’re not in the dance floor huh?” You said, before taking a mouthful of pasta.

“Seems like it. I enjoy talking to you, though,” he told you, making you grin.

“Me too,” you said. You heard a slow song begin to play and you finally decided to dance. You quickly stood up and took Midorima’s hand.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Midorima questioned, dropping his utensils on the table as you dragged him to the dance floor.

“We’re gonna dance. We’d both regret it later if we didn’t dance at least once,” you told him as you put your arms around his neck.

“I suppose you’re right,” Midorima said, looking around and placing his hands on your waist as it seemed like that’s what the others were doing.

Within a few seconds, the two of you got the hang of it, “Hey this isn’t too difficult,” you said.

“You’re right, it’s quite nice being this close to you too,” Midorima said, grinning at you. He looked at you in silence for a moment before reaching for his boutonnière. He pulled it out and placed the flower in your hair. “That looks cute on you.”

You watched Midorima smile at you with pure adoration, which made your heart skip a beat. “Are you sure you want to put your lucky item there? What if it falls?” You asked looking around the dance floor and realising that if it were to fall, it would get stepped on and crushed quite easily.

“Tonight I don’t really care,” he said softly as he gazed into your eyes. “You’re all I need.”

Akashi

Akashi was always a perfect gentleman, and your prom night was no exception. When you headed downstairs after hearing the doorbell ring, you found Akashi politely greeting your parents and thanking them for letting him take you out.

Akashi’s face seemed to light up at the sight of you. You greeted him with a warm hug and the two of you bid your parents a goodbye before entering the limousine he had gotten for the two of you.

“You look absolutely beautiful tonight,” Akashi said once you had settled in.

“Thank you. I must say, you look quite lovely yourself,” you told him, looking at how perfect that tuxedo fit him.

“That’s very sweet of you to say. I got you this corsage,” he said, reaching out to a small compartment and taking out an elegant corsage with pink flowers that matched your dress perfectly.

“That is absolutely gorgeous. How’d you know my dress would be pink? I don’t remember showing it to you,” you asked as you slipped it onto your wrist.

“I just knew,” he shrugged and gave you a gentle smile, “I’m glad you like it.”

Your evening with Akashi was quite a blast. You weren’t expecting him to be much of a dancer but he was actually quite amazing. He even taught you a few moves as the night went on.

To your surprise, you and Akashi had been voted prom king and queen, which confused you a lot as you weren’t used to winning awards like these. As the crowd watched the two of you slow dance together, you couldn’t help but get a bit nervous.

And almost as if he read your mind, Akashi said, “There’s no need to be nervous. You’re doing a good job at this dance.”

“Well, I have you to thank, I’m quite sure you’re doing most of the work,” you giggled. You looked at your date for a moment and realised how good he looked in a crown. It was like he was meant to be king. “That crown suits you, you know?”

Akashi smiled, “Does it? I feel a bit dorky in it.”

“No, you look perfect in it, as always,” you confirmed as you looked into his bright eyes. “Tonight was fun, don’t you think?”

“Yes it was a good time. Mostly because I’m here with you,” he grinned, feeling nothing but grateful that he was there, dancing with who he thought was the most perfect woman ever.

“You’re so sweet. I love you,” you whispered to him as the song neared the end.

“I love you too, my queen,” he replied, filling your stomach with butterflies as he smoothly leaned in and pressed his lips against yours.

Kuroko

You greeted Kuroko at your doorstep, full of excitement. He thought that you looked gorgeous and he stood there silently for a few moments trying to figure out what to say.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” You asked him, getting a bit nervous and wondering if he thought that you didn’t look nice.

“I just think you look like a really pretty princess,” he said softly, still taken aback by your looks. “I’m sorry for staring.”

“It’s okay, it’s kind of cute. You look very handsome by the way,” you told him, which made him grin from ear to ear.

When you two got to the venue, Kuroko immediately realised that it wasn’t really his kind of atmosphere. However, he still decided to give it a try because he wanted to make a proper judgement for himself.

The music was quite loud so you couldn’t hear much of what either of you were saying to each other. Once both of you had eaten your food, you decided to leave the hall with Kuroko because you needed a break from all the noise.

The venue they had chosen for the prom had a beautiful flower garden with a magnificent water fountain outside, so that’s where you two went.

“This place is much nicer than in there,” you told him as you took a seat on a bench near the fountain. You could still hear the muffled noises of the music from the hall.

“Yeah, it’s nice to finally be able to hear your voice,” Kuroko joked. “Although, I still feel like I owe you a dance.”

Kuroko took his phone out and began to play a nice slow song as he stood up from the bench. He set the phone down and reached his hand out, which you took with a smile.

The two of you danced in front of the water fountain, seemingly lost in your own little world. It was magical. “You’re a good dancer,” you said to him with a impressed grin on your face.

“I’m very much average,” he said.

You looked around you and really took in the scenery— it was straight out of a fairytale. “This place is beautiful. I could stay here all night with you.”

“That sounds lovely. I still can’t believe I’m here dancing with the most beautiful person in the world,” Kuroko smiled, making you blush profusely.

“I can assure you that I’m not the most beautiful person in the world,” you replied, feeling yourself slowly getting lost in his sparkly blue eyes. Kuroko suddenly spun you around, taking you by surprise. “Woah that was cool. How’d you learn to do that?”

“I didn’t, I just thought I’d try it— I’m glad it worked out though,” Kuroko said, shrugging, which make you giggle. “And by the way, you’ll always be the most beautiful person in the world to me.”

As the two of you had your own little dance under the stars, you couldn’t help but wonder how you got so lucky to be able to have a boy like him as your date. Though this wasn’t what you expected your prom to be, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Kagami

When you opened the door on the day of your prom, you found the tall but nervous Kagami standing at your doorstep. He was a bit late, but that was okay because your makeup took a bit longer than you had expected.

“Y/N! You look f-amazing!” Kagami stuttered, cringing as he scratched his head nervously.

“F-amazing?” You repeated.

“I was gonna say fantastic, but then I wanted to say amazing, but it was too late and I—” Kagami was cut off by you pressing your lips onto his and you sensed him begin to ease himself. “What was that for?”

“You were rambling babe,” you told him, chuckling.

“Sorry, I’m a bit nervous,” he said, his face beginning to turn red from embarrassment.

It was strange to see Kagami this nervous because he was usually a very confident person. “You have nothing to be nervous about. It’s just me. I should be the nervous one, I mean, look at you! You look stunning,” you said reassuringly.

“I guess I’m just scared that I’ll mess things up. No one as beautiful as you should be disappointed you know?” he explained.

“I would never be disappointed! I get to spend my evening with the Kagami Taiga— it’s more than I could ever ask for,” you told him, making a smile brighten up his face. “Shall we head off?”

“Oh wait! Remember how you said that you didn’t have any necklaces that would match your dress?” Kagami said, looking at your bare neck as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small rectangular black box. He opened it up to reveal one of the most beautiful gold necklaces you’ve ever seen. It was a thin, simplistic chain with a star-shaped jewel pendant that sparkled in the evening light.

“Woah Kagami...” you trailed off, lost for words as your eyes were fixated by the beautiful piece of jewellery.

“Do you like it?” He asked, trying to read your expressions.

“I love it! It’s gorgeous! You really didn’t have to get this—”

“A gorgeous girl deserves a gorgeous piece of jewellery right?” Kagami interrupted and picked up the necklace. “Can I put it on for you?” he asked politely, to which you nodded yes. You flipped your hair to a side as he put the necklace on you, leaving a delicate kiss on the back of your neck once he was done, which made you smile as wide as ever.

“Thank you, Kagami,” you said as he came and stood in front of you once more.

Kagami took your hand in his and the two of you travelled to prom together in his car. The two of you would usually go on drives together so being in the car with you made Kagami feel even more at ease.

When you finally got to prom though, all Kagami’s nerves seemed to disappear. Kagami did love a good party and this prom was no different. After the two of you had eaten, he dragged you to the dance floor with him so that he could show off his moves which made you laugh in delight.

The entire night was amazing. You got to spend so much time with Kagami, dancing, eating and laughing together. The prom ended with a slow dance for all the couples, by which both of you were exhausted. But you pulled through for one more dance.

Your arms were wrapped around Kagami’s neck while his hands held your hips as the two of you moved along to the rhythm of the song. “Tonight was amazing, Kagami,” you said, gazing into his eyes.

“Yeah I had a lot of fun with you,” Kagami replied, trying hard not to get lost in your eyes because he knew that he wouldn’t be able to pay attention to anything you say otherwise. “That necklace looks really nice on you by the way.”

You glanced down and the glimmering necklace and smiled, “I don’t think I’ll ever take it off.”

“Good, because that means I’ll always be with you,” he said as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

As the song played and you danced, you told each other that you loved each other and it seemed as though it was a moment you would remember forever. Your prom night with Kagami was certainly a night you’d never forget.

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kuroko-on-ice · 7 years

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I just happened to fall upon your blog and it really got my attention so I was wondering if I could have a Scenario where Aomine meets his ex girlfriend who is now really good friends with Kagami from Teiko. That he still has feelings for but he couldn't choose between Momoi or her and told her that he didn't need her. I know this is a little angst but if it's okay with you...

I am sorry it took me so long >.

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Epiphany

Pairing: (Aomine x) Reader x Kagami [Platonic]

Words: ~ 925

~Chiyo

“Dai-chan,if you really miss her that much just give her a call,” Satsuki suggested andlooked up your phone number on her phone. “You know how _____-chan is. Shecannot carry grudges against someone for a long time.”

Slurredwords escaped his lips, his eyes focused on the basketball he was spinning onhis index finger. Daiki didn’t believe the matter was as easy as Satsuki madeit out to be. It has not been her who hadmessed up but him – and he messed up really, really bad.

“Let’s stop it.”

“What do you mean?” You picked up the ball youwere dribbling until now. “I know I’m bad but I’m not THAT bad.”

“I mean us.”

“I know howmuch you miss her,” she stated. Satsuki closed her eyes remembering all thosetimes she had caught him reminiscing in his memories. Why she was so sure thathe was thinking about you? She wasn’t his childhood friend for nothing. “Stoplying to yourself. Admit it: You still love her, don’t you?”

Daikiignored her and got up from the bench. He positioned himself in front of thebasket.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t hear me, _____,” he said. While his face didn’t showany expression at all, his heart was in a piteous turmoil, shattering more andmore with each word he spoke. “Let’s break up.”

He watched you anxiously fidgeting with theball in your hands, your knuckles turning white by the force you used. Yourlips tightly shut and your face worryingly paled, you slowly averted yourglance from his figure. “But …”

“Are you stupid?” he snarled, thousands ofneedles mercilessly piercing into his heart because of his ruthless behaviour. “Isthe sentence ‘Let’s break up’ too difficult for you to comprehend, Miss honourstudent? Fine, let me rephrase it.”

He missedthe basket. The ball hit the board and bounced back to him.

Couldn’t hehave been greedier in the past? Sure, he had known Satsuki since their toddlerdays and she was a really important person in his life. However, did he reallyneed to break up with you in order to help Satsuki when she was going through adifficult time? By any means, couldn’t he just have suggested putting yourrelationship on break?

“You are a bother, _____.” Another, this timesharper and bigger needle pricked his heart. Silently, he corrected himself: You are my salvation, ______. “Leave.” Asmacking sound was heard once the needle was being pulled out. Stay by myside. “I don’t need you.” Blood keptflowing out. I do need you. “Itotally detest you. You were nothing more than a mere toy for me to pass mytime.” He felt like dying. Could a lie kill a human being? You kept me on the ground, telling me offwhen I got too cocky. I lo-

The hallowsound of a basketball crashing against the board pulled him out of histhoughts. It bounced off the basket, directly rolling in front of Daiki’s feet.

“It’s yourfault I missed.”

The voice –it was your voice. He didn’t even need to turn around to confirm his thoughts.He was absolutely certain.

Were thegods playing with him? How come he got to meet you on the very same court hehad left you? Maybe, after all this time, someone had finally given him thechance to apologize and to ask for your forgiveness. Meeting here could be nocoincidence; fate must have brought you back together.

Daiki benddown, attempting to pick up the ball. He would try to explain his behaviourfrom the past, confessing his feelings anew and hoping for a second chance. Hisfingertips were only a few centimetres from the ball away when another voicemade him pause for a moment.

“Nobody toldyou to sit on my shoulders, _____-chan.”

Slowly, heturned his around. You were beautiful as ever, causing his heart to skip abeat. However, seeing you sitting on Taiga’s shoulders and playfully tugginghis hair, each of you smiling broadly, made him realize the painful truth.

He was toolate. The wounds, which had finally started to scar, were forcefully torn open,starting to bleed more than they ever had. Choking on his own blood, he wishedsomebody would rip his heart out. Once he had stood in Taiga’s place but hehimself destroyed everything. It was agonizing. He didn’t want to feel anythinganymore.

“Oh,Aomine-kun/Ahomine,” said the two of you simultaneously, which made you giggling,having finally noticed him.

Yoursaccharine laugh resounded in his ears, accompanied by the simple question howhe was doing – the choice of words indicating that he was no more than anacquaintance whom you asked after his well-being out of courtesy.

He barelyhad enough time to give you a reply as you soon turned back your attention toTaiga, challenging him to a basketball game.

“Let’sleave, Satsuki”, Daiki mumbled, picking up his ball from the ground. Unable towatch you laughing while he was dealing with the hole in his chest, he made upa weak excuse to get away from you. “The shops are going to close soon, if wedon’t hurry up. I need a new pair of shoes for tomorrow’s practice.”

You hadmoved on and started a new chapter in your life, whereas he was still stuck onthe same page he was on years ago.

It wasimpossible to turn back in time after all, wasn’t it?

#knb scenarios #kuroko no basket #Aomine Daiki #Kagami Taiga #knb

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emetofiend2dand3d · 7 years

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Kuroko no Basket, Riko makes food for everyone on the team but it's terrible and nobody can eat it except Kuroko so they make him eat it so Riko doesn't feel bad but he ends up getting sick from eating so much. Thank you!!! You're the best

Yess I love this prompt thank youu I kind of went crazy with it I guess… haha

Everybody on the team turned green after taking just one bite. It tasted awful. Everything about it, the texture, the flavor, the spices were disgusting. None of them could force themselves to eat another bite, nobody except Kuroko.

As he kept shoveling spoonful after spoonful into his mouth, his teammates stared at him in awe.

“What?” He shrugged. “I like it.”

After a brief pause, an idea seemed to pop into everyone else’s heads at the same time.

“Kuroko! Quick, finish these for us!” Hyuuga begged him.

Kuroko looked down at all the plates being shoved in his direction. “Impossible.” He remarked.

“Gah! Come on Kuroko! Take one for the team!” Izuki pleaded, wincing at just the thought of having to take another bite.

“Why don’t you just tell Riko you don’t like it?” Kuroko asked honestly.

“Ehh?” All his teammates stumbled back in disbelief.

Koganei grabbed Kuroko by the shoulders and shook him. “Kuroko-kun, do you have any idea what’s at stake here?”

“In afraid I don’t.” He replied.

“Riko will be heart broken!” Hyuuga said, feigning tears dramatically at the thought.

Kuroko looked around at everyone’s pleading eyes and back down at their plates of food. “Okay.” He agreed, and everyone cheered.

Kuroko was doing fine by his third plate and even his fourth. But by his fifth plate his chewing started to slow and he exhaled a sigh after every bite.

“Come on Kuroko, you’ve got this!” Kagami slapped him on the back and Kuroko swallowed too quickly, nearly chocking on his food.

“M-my bad!” Kagami lifted his hands away, apologizing to his glaring team members.

“I’m fine.” Kuroko said, wiping his face with a napkin. “May I ask, how much time do we have?”

Hyuuga had been hoping he wouldn’t ask. “Um- well, her last class ends at 3:00.”

Kuroko looked up at the clock on the wall, it read 2:30. He put his chopsticks down and his head dropped forward. “I can’t.”

Everyone looked at each other desperately for what to do.

“We can’t just throw it in the trash?” Kagami shrugged, but he was shot down by a collective ‘no’ from everyone else.

Koganei stood in the corner with his knees shivering. “Two years ago when we tried that, Riko checked every trash can in the building and when she finally found them…she-” He cowered at the thought.

“Wait, she didn’t make you… eat them did she?” Kagami found himself feeling nervous.

Hyuuga shook his head. “No, but she threatened to make us eat it if we didn’t run twenty laps around the school.”

“Twenty!” Kagami was shaken up by this. “Okay come on Kuroko, you’ve got this.” He edged him on.

Kuroko swallowed hard and nodded. He took a deep breath in and began shoveling more spoonfuls into his mouth at an even faster pace. Once he had cleaned that plate, he reached out his hand. “Another.” He said.

“You really are a swell guy Kuroko-kun!” They cheered as they handed him another plate.

Kuroko managed to finish two more for a total of eight, before he began to falter.

He leaned forward into the table, wrapping his arms around his stomach and he quivered with disgust. “No more.” He begged weakly.

“Just one more Kuroko! We know you can do this! We’ve all got confidence in you!” They all tried to motivate him.

Kuroko stifled a burp with his hand and swallowed hard. His stomach felt bloated and he could feel the massive amount of food pushing against his trousers.

He reluctantly took the plate, picked up a bite with shaky chopsticks, and swallowed it down.

“That’s it Kuroko-kun!” We promise we’ll make this up to you.“ They all began to feel a bit of relief, however, they were wary of the time. They had about seven minutes before classes got out.

But Kuroko was determined. If this was a way for him to help his senpais then he was determined to try. However, this mentality was difficult to maintain as each bite of food tasted worst than the previous one.

Finally, he finished, and laid his chopsticks down on his plate in victory. Everyone cheered and clapped for him.

Kuroko was breathing irregularly and sweat was dripping down his temples, but he managed to smile, feeling glad that he could be of help.

Suddenly, Koganei ran inside from guarding the door. "Riko’s on her way back!”

Everyone scrambled around the room to fix the table back to its original form and everyone sat in front of their empty plates.

“Everyone, act natural.” Hyuuga whispered.

Riko slammed open the door and looked around the room to see her team sitting around the table chatting. Kuroko tried his hardest not to look as sick as he felt.

“Ah, Riko! Have a good class?” Hyuuga asked with a friendly grin.

Riko crossed her arms and looked around skeptically. She walked around the room and glanced into a trash bin. “Humph.”

Then she walked around the table and looked at everybody’s clean plates. “So…?” Suddenly, her face lit up into a girlish smile. “Did you like it?”

Everyone nodded madly with forced smiles.

“Good!” Riko said, then without changing her cheery tone continued with, “I’ll be checking all the trash cans before the garbage truck comes for the night.

"If you must!” Hyuuga said standing up with crossed arms. “But I assure you, you will find nothing.” And casually, he pushed his glasses up his nose.

“Mmhm.” Riko glared at him. “Now then!” She clapped her hands together suddenly. “You boys ready for practice?”

“Huh?” Every team member’s jaw dropped in surprise.

“What do you think I made you eat a good meal for?” Riko explained. “You’ve got to get in your vitamins before a hard day’s practice right?”

“Right…” Everyone agreed, glancing at Kuroko in horror. Their confidence drained as they saw the state Kuroko was in. He was sweating and breathing heavily, leaning over himself.

Riko noticed everyone glancing at him right away. “What’s wrong with Kuroko?” She asked.

“Nothing!” Kagami overly insisted, and Hyuuga shot him a look for his less than skillful lying.

“I’m afraid I promised to meet Momoi-san after school to get ice cream.” Kuroko lied without a stutter. “I know she’d be hurt if I canceled on her.”

Riko squinted her eyes. “Well then, just invite her to practice! I’m sure she’d love to see you play.”

Each teammate tried not to go into a panic but once again Kuroko saved them the trouble of lying for him.

“Yes, I’ll go call her and tell her.” Kuroko said, standing up and making his way towards the door.

“Ne, Kuroko?” Riko stopped him just as his hand was on the door handle. “Don’t be long.” She smiled.

Kuroko nodded and stepped outside.

The entire team let out a loud sigh of relief and Riko pretended to ignore it.

“So, let’s get to practicing shall we?” Izuki said nervously.

“We’ll wait until Kuroko comes back. Then we’ll go.” Riko said with a smile.

Everyone froze in their spots, each one thinking the same thing. “Is it possible that she knows?”

They hung around in the room for almost ten minutes and Riko was tapping her foot, beginning to lose her patience. “Maybe someone should check on-”

“I’ll go!” Kagami bolted up from his seat before she could even finish her statement.

“Fine.” She grumbled. “But if you’re longer than five minutes we’ll come looking for you.”

Kagami’s knees shook. “Y-yes mam.” He said before running off.

He knew exactly where he would find Kuroko, so he ran there as quickly as he could.

He burst through the door to the boy’s bathroom and called out to Kuroko. Instead of a reply, he heard a fowl noise that made his nose wrinkle in disgust. It was the sound of someone retching and splashing.

“Kuroko?” He knocked on one of the stalls.

“Kagami-kun?” Kuroko replied.

“How’re you uh… hangin’ in there?” Kagami realized he had no idea what to do in this situation.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to participate in practice today.” Kuroko said.

Kagami laughed. “Nobody would expect you to.” He thought. “Except Riko, who sent me here to get you.”

“I thought she might.” Kuroko didn’t sound entirely disappointed, but Kagami thought he might have heard just a tint of it in his words.

Then, to Kagami’s surprise, Kuroko came out of the stall and washed his hands.

“Eh-what do plan on doing?” Kagami asked, genuinely curious.

“I called Momoi-san.” He told Kagami, before leaving.

“What’s she ganna do you moron?” Kagami shouted after him.

“Senpai, if you could stall for just a little bit longer, that would be a big help.” Kuroko whispered to Hyuuga.

Hyuuga glanced at Riko nervously. “Okay.” And gave him a confidant nod.

“Kuroko… how are you feeling?” The other’s asked him quietly while Hyuuga was distracting Riko.

“Decidedly ill.” He said openly.

The others felt somewhat guilty and were determined to help him.

Ten minutes later, Momoi appeared. “Tetsu-kun!” She called out joyfully, and the other team members couldn’t help but blush as she skipped towards them.

She stopped in front of him and gave him a light hug. Just that was enough to make Kuroko burp and sway in his spot. “Oh, sorry.” She whispered. “Are you ready to get ice cream?” She said, being intentionally loud so Riko could hear her.

Riko approached her with a glare. “We’re about to have practice. You’re welcome to watch until we’re finished.” She offered.

Momoi’s smile fell. “Oh but Tetsu-kun promised he’d take me for ice cream!” She whined.

Riko looked annoyed, and Hyuuga came up to them. “Why don’t you just let them go?” He tried to convince her. “I mean Kuroko did promise her after all.”

“Denied.” Riko said stubbornly, and Hyuuga was taken aback.

“But-!”

“Begin practicing!” Riko blew her whistle loudly. “Now!”

They were only on the court for ten minutes before they were called out by Riko. “Stop holding back!”

Everyone nervously picked up the pace, keeping a close eye on Kuroko who was already panting heavily.

He could feel his stomach contents jumping around inside him as he jogged back and forth on the court. His stomach was churning and he knew if he had to run anymore, he would surely be sick. And he was right.

He froze, suddenly overwhelmed with nausea. Kagami hadn’t noticed him stop and accidentally rammed into him. He was thrown to the floor and Momoi jumped up from the bench. “Tetsu-kun!”

Kuroko’s hand shot over his face, but before he could even get to his feet, he gagged.

Everyone on the team gasped, and he gagged a second time. Kagami ran up to him. “Kuroko! I’m so sorry! I-” He leaned over Kuroko trying to help him up but in the same moment, Kuroko lurched forward and vomited all over the court.

Kagami retreated in disgust, but Momoi ran towards him. She helped him up and to the bench, Kuroko, still hunched over with his hand over his mouth. He looked grey and his eyes were dull.

Riko’s reaction wasn’t as expected. She wasn’t surprised, instead she was angry. “You all forced Kuroko to eat your lunch for you.” She stated clearly and all the boys were in shock.

“How did you-!” Hyuuga was the most surprised of all of them.

“Chopsticks.” She said.

“Huh?”

“There was only one pair of chopsticks on the table and they were Kuroko’s.” She explained.

All the boys were dumbfounded but Momoi was furious. “You knew he was sick but you made him play anyway?” She sized Riko up.

“Momoi-san.” Kuroko said from inside a bucket that he had acquired and was leaning into. “Don’t blame Riko. She was trying to teach us a lesson.” He paused, and leaned further over the bowl letting out a small burp. “The lesson was not lie and keep things from her.” After getting out what he had to say Kuroko faltered and jerked forward over the bucket with a gag and a moment later, was bringing up the contents of his stomach into the bucket.

Everyone flinched in disgust and Riko turned to the team with her hands on her hips.

They all bowed towards her. “Our sincere apologies coach.”

“Right then. Practice is canceled. And your punishment…” She looked at them viciously. “Clean up the court.”

#kuroko no basket #emetophilia #kuroko tetsuya #overeating #vomiting into a toilet #vomiting on basketball court #kagami taiga #momoi satsuki #hyuuga junpei #riko aida

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vikingpoteto · 7 years

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A while ago, @annissarh requested this small story. I’m sorry it took me so long to write this. I hope this is what you expected.

Summary: Kuroko is a shadow. He’s accepted that. It doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt when he’s left behind.

Ships: (One-sided) Aomine / Kuroko, (Implied) Aomine / Kise

Warning: Angst, not Ao/Kuro endgame.

Word Count: 2.119

Kuroko was never one to be popular.

It wasn't that he hadn't any friends at all. He got along fairly with his classmates, even though they would often not notice that Kuroko was there. He also had Ogiwara-kun, that was everything he could ever ask in a friend. It was not that Kuroko was lonely or that he wanted to be famous among his school mates or anything like that. He's never asked for attention nor he wanted it. His only wish was to play basketball and enjoy his school life to the fullest.

That being said... he was still a regular teenage boy. He was okay with the fact that he wasn't that popular, but he didn't want to be completely alone either.

He was doing his best and working hard, but even his determination would falter every now and then. Basketball isn't something you can play on your own, but Kuroko often felt like he was fighting alone on a field where he stood no chance.

And then he met Aomine.

"You're training every day ater regular practice?" Aomine had asked on that day, his eyes widening. "Amazing. Not even first string players do that."

Kuroko stared at his own feet, feeling his cheeks warming up. Yes, he had to work harder than everyone else because he was weaker than everyone. He didn't respond, but Aomine didn't need a response.

"All right, then. From now on, I'll practice with you everyday."

Kuroko's chin dropped. "Eh? Can... can you really do that?"

"Idiot. It's not 'can' or 'can't'. If you like basketball, then we're already friends."

And, true to his word, Aomine practiced with him everyday. Even though he was still nowhere near Aomine's level, Kuroko had fun. Kuroko was happy. To be able to play basketball with someone who loved the sport as much as he did... They started hanging out outside the court too. Sometimes, Aomine would text him about matches he watched or inviting Kuroko to play during the weekend. They were quickly becoming friends.

"Tetsu, you're kind of amazing, y'know?" Aomine commented once when the two of them were lying on the court after a very tiring, but satisfying one on one match. "I'm really happy we met." And he smiled at Kuroko. That big, bright smile only Aomine had.

Kuroko's heart skipped a beat.

(Even after all the hard word Kuroko still couldn't join the main team.)

(Aomine didn't try to comfort him, because he knew Kuroko wouldn't appreciate that. Instead, he let Kuroko deal with it in his own terms until Akashi decided to chime in and give Kuroko some advice.)

(Aomine's smile when Kuroko told him he wasn't giving up on basketball was so bright and beautiful it could have blinded someone.)

When Kuroko finally joins the other first string players, he doesn't think he can thank Akashi enough. He's finally able to play basketball. He's able to play basketball with Aomine as his equal, not his teacher. It's not easier. Practice is harder than ever. But Kuroko didn't get this far by giving up and he still loves basketball more than anything else.

(And he's starting to think basketball isn't the only thing he loves about the club by then.)

Aomine is still helping him. Kuroko knows it. This time, instead of feeling pathetic, he feels grateful. He's doing his best. Aomine knows that and values him. Little by little, he finds his pace. He finds his basketball, like Akashi said. He's not a useless newbie. He's a valuable player of the team, just like the others.

"In a certain way... Kuroko is like a shadow, isn't he?" Someone commented. "We never see him and then BAM! He's there making some cool passes!"

"Ahaha... Then isn't Aomine the light that shines bright to Kuroko's shadow?"

Kuroko had mixed feelings about the conversation he heard - he wasn't sure if his club mates don't think it's rude to talk about him like that or if they just didn't realize Kuroko was there to begin with - because he isn't so sure if being called a "shadow" is a good thing. However, they're complimenting Kuroko's passes. He's become strong enough to be considered the shadow to Aomine's light. Aomine's partner. His equal.

(At this point, Kuroko realizes, he wants to be by Aomine's side. He wants to play basketball and he wants to do it with Aomine more than with anyone else.)

When Kise joins the club, Kuroko isn't happy. The flashy boy just waltzes in announcing he wants to play Aomine and ignores Kuroko completely. Not to mention the fact that Kise has bcome a first string player after just two weeks. Kuroko is jealous, he admits to himself.

(But then Aomine defends him and, as cocky as Kise is, Kuroko decides that he'll prove his own valor in his own time.)

(After many annoying situations, Kise finally acknowledges Kuroko and it becomes difficult for him to dislike Kise anymore. He still considers the blond as his rival in a way, but at the same time it feels really good that someone as strong as Kise changed his mind and started considering Kuroko his peer. Kise is loud and clingy, but it's also very difficult to dislike him because he's just too charismatic, despite his many faults.)

Aomine and Kuroko are often paired up for practice. Murasakibara teases that it's because both Aomine and Kuroko are freaks that don't know when to stop. Kuroko doesn't mind, though.

About his feelings... he decides to leave things as they are. Aomine is his friend and his partner. Although Kuroko knows Aomine feels strongly about him, he doesn't want to mess their dynamics just yet. He decides to keep his feelings to himself and just continue with their friendship as it is.

Kise is almost always with them too, though sometimes he wanders off to annoy Midorima or to spend a lot of time talking about moves he wants to try with Momoi. Kuroko is not going to lie: he would be happier if he didn't have to share Aomine's attention with anybody else. However, he considers Kise his friend too and the more people to play with, the better.

When Haizaki leaves the team, Kuroko is shocked. To think someone would give up basketball just like that... Aomine doesn't react like he expected. His reaction upon hearing the news is almost... cold. Since they're both so in love with basketball, Kuroko thought Aomine would be just as shocked. He decides not to think too much about it, though.

Despite everything, he wasn't exactly friends with Haizaki. He would pick Kise over him anytime.

Except... Things don't stay the same forever.

"Hey, Tetsu. It's alright if we don't practice today?"

Kuroko freezes.

"It's just that we already know each other so well..." Aomine scratches his own nape carelessly. "There is no point in practicing like this when we are already going to pull it off perfectly anyway."

Kuroko is too shocked to say anything back. Not to practice? But they've been together since always. It takes him a while to recover.

"Tetsu?"

"Huh... why? Aren't we going to get rusty if we don't practice?" He tries.

"Not really," Aomine scoffs. "It's just today, it's not a big deal. I'm kind of tired, that's all."

"Aomine-kun, I--"

"Aominecchi!" A loud voice calls, making it impossible to hear Kuroko's soft one. Kise comes running to them. "Aominecchi, let's play!"

"Huh?" Aomine pulls a face. "Again? I always beat you, so what's the point?"

"We haven't played since yesterday!" Kise beams, spinning a ball on the tip of his index finger to show off. "I've grown a lot since then. You know I'm a fast learner."

Something like amusement sparkles in Aomine's eyes. "Oh? Getting cocky, aren't we?"

"I'm not cocky, I'm realistic." Kise tosses the ball to Aomine. "C'mon. One on one. Momocchi already agreed to keep scores for us. The loser buys ice cream to the winner."

Kuroko waits for Aomine to say he's tired and that this is too much of a hassle. He expects Aomine to turn Kise down on the spot. After all, he just ditched Kuroko of all people. Of course he isn't going to play with someone troublesome like Kise.

Except... Aomine grins, his eyes sparkling. A grin, Kuroko realizes with a shock, he hasn't seen directed to himself in weeks.

"You're on, pretty boy."

Kise smiles back brightly and the two boys run towards the other side of the court.

"Aomine-kun has never had that shine in his eyes when he was with me," Kuroko mutters. But Aomine is gone, thus no one is there to listen.

After that, Kuroko becomes very aware of the interactions between Aomine and Kise.

The two of them can be seen together pretty often outside the court. Even though they're in different classes, Kuroko hears Murasakibara complaining that Aomine shows up to their class often to talk to Kise about something - for the lazy Aomine to go that far... Kuroko also hears from Midorima on a day both Aomine and Kise aren't in practice that the duo got in trouble for trying to play baseball using brooms as bats and balls of paper and they are now in detention together. During school festival, Momoi asks Kuroko to be her pair in a three-legged race and he accepts because it seems really important to her. Aomine and Kise pair up for the same race and, as far Kuroko knows, they spend the rest of the festival together.

He realizes that, as much as he has in common with Aomine, he's just a shadow. So... they both like basketball. So what? Everyone in their club loves basketball.

Kise not only likes basketball, he's also pretty and funny. Intead of shutting down Aomine's antics, Kise plays along with him.

Kuroko might be Aomine's partner in the court, but is he really necessary? He might make Aomine stronger, but Aomine is already strong on his own. Aomine has never needed Kuroko. It was always the other way around, he realizes.

He catches himself having petty thoughts. About how no one would like Kise if he wasn't handsome or if they knew about his cold, arrogant personality he hides behind the smile. Kuroko catches himself thinking that it would have been better if Haizaki had stayed. That Kise isn't even that good on his own, he's just a copy... And then he feels awful.

He ends up acting coldly towards Kise. Saying harsh words bluntly. The fact that Kise takes Kuroko's jabs lightly - he just makes a pouty face and whines "that's mean, Kurokocchiiiii~" - is both annoying and concerning. Does that mean Kuroko can never hurt Kise in the way Kise hurts him? Or that Kise is so used to being mistreated that he doesn't even mind Kuroko's coldness?

And then...

"Tetsu... Are you mad at Kise or something?" Aomine asks one day.

"Huh? Why do you ask, Aomine-kun?"

"It's just that... I don't know, sometimes you're too blunt. He might think you hate him or something."

That's because I hate him. I'm jealous. I'm so jealous. It's like he can have everything I can't. Why don't you look at me like you used to, Aomine-kun? Like you look at Kise-kun now?

"You're imagining things. I'm just honest, that's all."

"I thought so," Aomine says. "But try to play nicer to him, eh? He might look like that, but words can really get to him sometimes. Not from everyone, of course, but he really likes you, so... yeah. Just be careful not to hurt him."

Kuroko swallows hard and doesn't say anything. Of course. Of fucking course Aomine is looking out for Kise. Kise is everything Aomine could have ever wanted. Kuroko might be his friend and his partner, the shadow that makes Aomine's light shine brither. But Aomine has never needed a shadow, to begin with. Kise, on the other hand, is a rival. Is someone who is able to catch up to Aomine, someone to keep him on his toes. Someone that can keep basketball fun and challenging.

How can Kuroko ever compete with that?

"This whole time," Kuroko mutters under his breath, "you've been in love with him, not me."

Aomine turns to him. "What was that?"

"It's nothing. I'll be more careful from now on, Aomine-kun."

Aomine smiles at him gratefully. It's different of the bright smile he directs only to Kise, even though this smile is also for Kise's sake.

Kuroko has never wanted to be particularly popular. He's never wanted everyone's attention. However, he wanted someone's attention in particular, even though he can't have.

Sometimes, being a shadow hurts.

#poteto writing #i don't know how to tag this #knb #knb fanfic #i don't wanna tag as ao.kuro because it's not ao.kuro endgame #don't wanna tag as ao.kise either because they're barely there #this is just kuroko suffering i'm so sorry

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uta-no-knb · 7 years

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FNAF 4 "They're Right Behind You" ~ ( Aomine x Reader)

It was a gorgeous Saturday evening at the Aomine residence. The stars were shining bright and the moon was full-

Heh, had you going didn’t I…….Nope. Not the case.

It was a stormy Saturday evening at the Aomine residence. Both you and your boyfriend were stuck inside, which really irritated the power forward.

“This sucks,” he muttered. “I wanted to play basketball.”

“You sound like Kagami,” you chuckled as you walked into the room.

“Oi! Don’t compare me to him!” he said glaring at you, watching as you sat next to him on the couch. “So what do you want to do tonight?”

You stopped and began to think, which didn’t last long, because you instantly thought of an idea. Leaning over the sofa, you unzipped your backpack and took out your laptop.

“You’re seriously going to work on fanfiction right now?”

“No,” you replied, sitting on the floor using the couch as a back rest as the computer booted up. “We’re going to play a game,” you said, mischief evident in your eyes.

Sighing, the blue haired male joined you on the floor. “What do you have in mind, babe?”

You chuckled, as you clicked on the games icon. Instantly, the screen turned red, with faint black silhouettes of a house and trees, with the words, Five Nights at Freddy’s 4 etched in the upper right corner.

“We’re playing that wimpy game?”

You turned and glared at him. “Its not wimpy. This is said to be the hardest and the scariest of the Freddy games EVER!” You turned your attention back to the screen and had the curser hovering over the new game button. “Besides, this is the only one I haven’t played, and I know you’ll get scared.”

“Oi! I don’t get scared,” he said. “I’m a man, and men don’t get scared. The only one who can scare me, is me.” However at that moment, the sound of thunder occurred, which caused the man to stiffen.

“…and apparently thunder”

“Before we play, tell me about the game?” he said, a scowl on his face.

You sighed and turned to face him. “Just like the other three games, we must once again defend ourselves against Freddy Fazbear, Chica, Bonnie, Foxy, and even worse things that lurk in the shadows. However, this time it takes place at ‘our house’,” you started. “Playing as a child whose role is yet unknown, we must safeguard yourself until 6am by watching the doors, as well as warding off unwanted creatures that may venture into your closet or onto the bed behind you. The only thing we have is a flashlight to protect ourselves.It will scare away things that may be creeping at the far end of the hallways, but be careful, and listen. If something has crept too close, then shining lights in its eyes will be your end.” (1)

“Doesn’t sound bad-”

“HOWEVER,” you said, interrupting him, “this game relies on hearing so silence is important.” You gave him a knowing look.

“Oi…..I can be quiet.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Night 1 12 AM

The computer screen in front of you two and Aomine showed the image of a bedroom.

“That fan is back,” you chuckled, as you tucked a piece of your (H/C) hair behind your ear, without taking your eyes off the screen.

Aomine raised an eyebrow. “Fan?” he questioned

You nodded as continued to experiment with the controls. “Mhmm. In FNAF 1, 2, and 3, there is always a fan-I don’t know why, but its kinda funny.”

The blue haired male shrugged and continued what he was doing; resting his head on her shoulder.

Night 1

1 am

“This is weird,” you said, confusion on your face.

“What?”

“There’s a phone,” you muttered, voice trailing off.

“Again, what?”

“The phone no do phone guy,” you said. “The phone no do phone guy stuff!” (2)

“…Why the hell are you sounding like a kid?”

You clicked on the little bear on the bed and it let out a squeak. “Hehe, he still squeaks,” you giggled, her face scrunching up resembling the expression a young boy makes when something ‘stupid’ is said (you recalls this expression appearing on Aomine once Momoi hit puberty.) “I found the squeaker!” (3)

The blue haired male chuckled as he kissed her temple, before resting his head on her shoulder once again. “Seriously though, what are you talking about?”

“In the first few games, there was always a guy who spoke to you with hints. Thats why I’m sad that he’s not there to comfort me.”

“Oi! What am I?” he growled.

“Still, his voice was comforting during the other three games-” you paused when you heard sounds coming from outside the far left door. “AWww! Why is my fan not going!?” you whined. “That purple fan up there, it no go Aho.” (4)

“….okay stop talking like that.”

“Sorry!!”

Night 1 5 am

You and Aomine continued playing the game-mostly her this time). A smile appeared on her face as 5 am rolled around.

“This is too easy!” Aomine said, taking the laptop off of her lap and placed it on his. “After all, you said that nothing really happens on night one-”

“Give it!” you growled, taking back the precious laptop and resuming.

There was utter silence between the two of them. The only sound that could be heard was from one of the creatures in the hallway.

“Someone’s coming! Close the door!” Aomine said, his voice shaking a bit.

“I know that baka,” you said as you headed towards the door.

However, you wasn’t fast enough.

“WHAT THE F***!!” both of them screamed, as a jump scare of Chica appeared. However, this version of Chica had three rows of razor sharp teeth and red eyes.

You started to laugh; sure you was startled, but you expected that. “Time to start from the beginning, right Aho-” Your voice trailed off as you realized your boyfriend was no longer next to you. “Aomine?”

you heard some faint whimpering from behind the couch and peered over it; it was there that you found him, crouching down muttering something that you couldn’t decipher.

“Told you it would scare you,” you chuckled.

“Shut up,” he grumbled as he lept over the couch and sat on the floor.

“Do you want to try it?” you asked, “Unless you’re scared.”

Aomine’s demenor changed at that moment. “Give me that,” he said, sitting on the ground once again and grabbed the laptop.

“Lets make this interesting,” you said with a sly smile on her face. We will take turns. So since I went, you’re going to go. However, if you die, it goes to the other person; in this case, it would be me. If you beat the night, then you continue until you die.“

“Deal.”

~~~Time Skip brought to you by Akashi attempting to kill Kise with his scissors~~~~~

As time went on, they both made it to the bonus night; the one with the unknown animatronic. It was You’s turn when the game started. Before you could even do anything, another jump scare appeared; this one being ten times scarier than the others.

you jumped in the air (almost throwing her laptop) with a startled yelp. “….maybe we should call it a draw?” you said, looking towards her boyfriend-

….only to find that he was no where to be found.

“Daiki?” you asked, as the thunder got louder and the lighting got brighter. As soon as you turned on the lights, you noticed the couch shaking. you peered behind it, only to find it empty, which puzzled her. As You turned to leave, only to notice that one of the couches was slightly elevated than the other; more specifically, there was a pair of legs sticking out from under the couch.

How the hell did he- the female was very puzzled. Walking over to the couch, you kicked the pair of legs. “How the hell did you fit under there?”

“I’m not sure,” he said with a shaky voice.

An idea popped into her head. you took out her cellphone and began recording this situation. (After all, this is a once in a life time thing).

“More importantly, why are you under there?” you asked, trying so hard to keep the camera still since you was trying so hard not to laugh.

“Whatever that damn thing was that popped out of no where! That scared the living shit out of me, You!”

“I thought you said earlier that you didn’t get scared.”

“That was before we played the game. I actually wet myself a little bit.”

…..That was all it took. You bursted out laughing.

“Oi! It’s not funny!” he growled, which was muffled by the couch.

“I’ll go get us some ice cream,” you said, still recording.

“F/N,” he said, causing the female to turn back around. “….I’m stuck.”

You decided to stop recording at that moment, only to realize that you had turned on the sound half-way through recording. In result, a ping echoed throughout the living room.

“F/N. You better not have been recording me,” he said, as his legs started to flail. “More importantly, you better not be planning on sending anything to the team.”

“You know, I wasn’t planning on sending it to anyone. I was going to use it as blackmail, but you just gave me a great idea! Thanks babe!” you said, sending the video in a mass text to the entire basketball team.

“TEME!!!” he exclaimed as he squirmed. “AND I’M STILL STUCK F/N!”

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FOOT NOTES

1. Info from Wiki 2-4. Direct quotes from Markiplier in his first video for FNAF 4

#aomine daiki #shit aho says #knb #knb scenarios #kuroko no basuke scenario #kuroko no basuke #fnaf #markiplier

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I’m Sorry (2/?)

Anime: Kuroko no Basuke Pairing: Aomine Daiki x Reader Rating: T A/N: The revised second chapter. Once again, I apologize for the long wait, and I hope you guys continue to like this story.

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It had been a week since the break up and you were avoiding basketball practice. Despite knowing Aomine rarely shows up, you didn't want to risk running into him, in fear something would happen. You attempted to avoid all places he went - with the exception of classes. You have the same schedule and you couldn't afford to miss any, despite having good grades.

To your relief and disappointment, he rarely showed.

"Ne, _____-chan, have you seen Aomine-kun?" Satsuki asks.

As the bell rings,signifying the end of another long day, your body stiffens at her question and you know she noticed. Whether she already knew what happened or she was oblivious, you didn't know. But you didn't have enough energy to stick around to find out.

"Sorry, Satsuki-chan. I haven't."

You avoid looking at her, not wanting to show the sadness and disappointment on your face. You told him you were okay with ending it, but your heart clenches in pain every time you see him or had any thoughts of him.

You still believed in him, and everything you said was true, but it hurt you to know he didn't feel the same towards you. The thought alone confuses you because to be honest, you weren't sure if he was hurting or not. You didn't want to know if he was, in fear you'd cave and make up with him.

But he's the one that broke it off in the first place. So why do you feel like you're the one who misread his words?

"Will you at least come to practice today? The entire team is concerned for you. They're constantly asking where you are."

'And yet they never show concern when Aomine-kun doesn't show. They have some nerve. If they have time to worry about anyone, it should be him.'

You sigh before turning your eyes towards Momoi. You hear the gasp escape her mouth and you weren't sure what you were expressing, but you definitely feel irritated. Rubbing the back of your neck, you focus your attention on the courtyard as you contemplate your response.

It's true you had been neglecting everyone because you didn't want to face him. But at the same time, you didn't know what to do. Skipping out is quite uncharacteristic for you and of course would make everyone worry, especially when you attend class but not practice. It wasn't fair to the team because it's not like they made you upset. Why should they have to suffer?

'I guess I have no choice. The others shouldn't be concerned about me though. They should be focusing on the Winter Cup.'

You caught the hurt look on your best friend's face through the window, failing to realize you’d voiced your thoughts out loud. Turning your head away in shame, you decide to head to the gym. Momoi could feel her chest tighten in pain as she brought her hand up, as though wanting to stop you.

Whatever happened between you and Aomine must be bad if you had that look on your face. She wants to ask, but the words were caught on the tip of her tongue. Shaking her head, she quickly caught up to you to place a hand on your shoulder, a small smile on her face.

"I'll see you at practice, okay _____-chan?"

You give her a short nod before resuming your walk to the gym, an emotionless mask plastered on your face.

Momoi could feel the difference in your posture and it worries and scares her.

'What happened between you and Aomine-kun?'

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When you got to the gym, the voices of the team jolt you from your thoughts. You saw them look around the gym, always used to you attending practice with Aomine and Momoi or sometimes both. Realizing neither were with you, they give you a confused glance.

Shrugging, as though you knew what they were asking you, you place your bag on the bench, "I don't know. It's not like I watch them all the time. They don't need babysitters. Satsuki went somewhere so she probably went to find him."

Wakamatsu fumed, "That bastard! Captain! Why do we allow him to play if he never comes to practice? How is it fair to the rest of us who bust our asses?"

Imayoshi sighed, "I already told you, Wakamatsu, it doesn't matter as long as he plays and wins. I could care less if he shows up."

Hearing that statement, your whole body freezes before turning your eyes towards the captain.

'Imayoshi-senpai didn't really say that, did he?'

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Momoi runs to the rooftop, her instincts tell her Aomine would be hiding up there. It wasn't a good hiding spot but he seems to think so, despite being caught, when he wants to skip out. The look you sent her before leaving to the gym sends shivers down her spine and makes her chest tighten once more. It felt similar to what happened back in Teiko and the thought doesn’t sit well with her.

'It's like ____-chan is changing into Aomine-kun. I can't let this happen.'

Feeling determined, her mind wills her legs to move faster. When she reaches the doors to the roof, she pushes them open, her breaths come out harshly before she decides to climb the ladder. Her instincts were right as she notices a flash of navy blue hair poking out.

"Aomine-kun!"

The bluenette opens one eye lazily and directs his gaze to his childhood friend. Sighing, he props himself up on his hands, stretching before leaning back. His eyebrow lift, horribly confused at his friend's reaction.

"Satsuki.. What do you want?"

Bracing her hands on her knees, she fought to catch her breath, feeling tears start to form in her eyes. When was the last time Aomine addressed her without irritation? When was the last time he sounded happy to see her?

She didn't know.

"Why aren't you at practice? If we want to get stronger, you need to be there!"

He shrugs, "The coach said I didn't have to go as long as I play in games. Half the time I'm not needed to win because they're all weak. It's exhausting to show up, let alone play."

Placing her hands on her hips, Momoi fumes, "That doesn't matter Aomine-kun! You've also been skipping classes! Pretty soon, if you don't start showing, your grades will drop and they will kick you off the team."

He chuckles, "I doubt they'd do that. I'm sure the team realizes they can't win without me. If I wasn't there, we wouldn't be as strong as we are now. Besides, why are you worrying so much Satsuki? Aren't you supposed to be at practice?"

"I'm not going until you agree to come with me! I managed to convince ____-chan to go because she's been skipping too! I shouldn't have to convince the both of you to go."

Aomine blinks, '_____ hasn't been going? That's unusual, even for her. She's never skipped anything, even when she's sick.'

Momoi could see her words were beginning to place an effect on her friend, as he sits there in silence. His eyes narrow, betraying his emotionless mask for a couple seconds before reappearing.

"Aomine-kun... I'm not going to force you to talk about what happened between you and _____-chan, but I can't allow you to keep missing practices. It's one thing to show up late, but to skip out..."

He sighs in annoyance, "Alright Satsuki. Jeez you can be a real pain sometimes. I'll go if you stop harping on me!"

She blinks in surprise, 'That didn't take much. Is it because I mentioned ___-chan?'

A small smile appears on her face before she begins to head down the ladder, "Sure."

Grabbing his backpack, Aomine sighs.

'Guess it's time.'

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"Imayoshi-senpai... You don't mean that do you?" You could feel anger surface at those words, the phrase constantly repeating in your head, like a broken record.

Everyone notices the mood change drastically, and Sakurai was smart enough to keep his 'sorries' to himself. The air in the room was thick, it was hard for ____ to breathe. He, too, feels shocked at hearing the phrase from his captain's mouth, but it was the way you responded that scares him more.

"Do you... ALL of you... only play basketball to win?" You felt your heart race and your head was spinning, sending thoughts of the past rushing back to your memory. You didn't want to remember what happened back then, the pain was too much and if you had to relive it...

Imayoshi sighs before directing his gaze to you, "What I mean, ____-chan, is if Aomine chooses to not show up, it won't affect our performance. He's the strongest on the team. Asking him to come practice is meaningless because he can't improve with weak teammates."

"So you're all okay with not wanting to catch up to him then? You're just going to place the blame on him if you lose?"

"It's not that we don't want to catch up, _____-san." Wakamatsu replies.

"It's just we know no matter how hard we train, we won't be his equal. I've accepted that Aomine will always be the strongest, and that's why I depend on him to win. That's to say, we don't play as a team. None of us are friends and we've all accepted that our common goal is to win. Why else would you play if not to simply show you're the best?" Imayoshi asks.

You feel your fists tighten in anger, your body starts to shake and words from the past mingle with Imayoshi's voice.

'As long as we win, I don't care if he chooses to show up or not. At this point, we're all rivals. We don't play together because we're friends. We play to win.'

Akashi's voice echoes through your mind and you clench your teeth in anger.

'It's his fault everyone is like this. We never used to think this way. And now, that's all everyone seems to care about.'

"You're all selfish."

Everyone, including the coach, turns their attention to you. At this point, you only felt hurt and betrayed. It stung to have those words thrown back in your face.

You didn't hold back.

"Daiki isn't your tool! He's a human being who has feelings! You can't treat him differently because he's part of the 'Generation of Miracles'. If you took the time to ask him, he'd tell you he hates that title! He may be powerful when it comes to basketball, but he practices and trains to get there! He may have developed a lot differently, but that doesn't make him a monster! You can't rely on your ace to win every game!"

You were so angry, you didn’t see Imayoshi's eyes widen at your outburst. 'Has she been feeling this way for a while now?' Everyone else watches with wide eyes, surprised and shocked you snapped. They'd never seen you like this before. "Why play a sport if you don't like it? Victory? What is that if you're not happy about it afterwards? Winning isn't everything! In order to truly understand victory, you have to lose.”

You stop, attempting to gather your thoughts, but all that comes out is years of bottled emotions, and a hatred for the man who tore your friends apart.

“All of you are assholes! You're all egotistical, thinking everything is okay as long as you have Daiki. What if something happens to him and he can no longer play? Are you just gonna throw him away and replace him without considering his feelings? It's people like you who made him into the monster he is today!"

Panting, you feel the tears fall down your reddened cheeks, but you didn't care. You were angry and hurt and you had never felt this lonely since Teiko. You couldn't help but feel betrayed. This team, you thought worked together, fought battles together, ends up being the same as they were back then.

You didn't want a repeat of Teiko.

Why didn't you go to Seirin with Kuroko?

Gasping, you feel as though you couldn't breathe at the thought. You already knew the reason you didn't follow him or any of the others.

You love Aomine Daiki.

You didn't go with any of the other members because they all had their own paths picked out. Since Aomine's growth in basketball, you swore to yourself you'd stick with him, and never abandon him. Your devotion to him was the only thing that kept you from going to another school. You wanted to see Aomine continue to grow and shine in the spotlight. But more than that, you wanted to see if he would go back to his old self.

Laughing internally at your thoughts, you feel despair claim your heart once more.

'No. These guys aren't the only selfish ones... The real selfish one is myself. If anything, I'm the real monster.'

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't realize Momoi had arrived with Aomine until your name escaped her lips.

"_____-chan?!"

Jolting your head, you turn your [e/c] eyes towards your best friend, only to feel your brain shut down at seeing Aomine with her. His eyes were staring at you, shock and pain evident in his dark blue hues. You didn't know how long he'd been standing there with your pink-haired best friend, nor did you know how loud you were yelling. But it was obvious he heard every word you said.

'What have I done?'

The conflicted emotions continue to rage on within your mind as you never took your eyes from his. His emotions were wide open and you could feel the raw pain radiate off his defeated form.

'Wait, defeated form?'

Willing your brain to start working, you slowly began to analyze his body posture and his expressions. Aomine was usually a well-guarded person, more so since the last year of Teiko. When you first met him, he was almost as easy to read as he is now. A part of you was happy he was somewhat back to his old self, but the bigger part of you was sad it was all because of this.

As though you were on autopilot, your arms reached for your [f/c] bag and you dash out of the gym. It was a mistake for you to show up. You knew that, and yet you still chose to go because you hated disappointing everyone. Was this all you were good at? Being a nuisance to others and forcing your feelings onto them? If that's the case, you don't want to do that anymore.

'I won't show anyone my heart. No one can take it.'

Tanned arms appear in your vision and before you know it, you were pinned to the lockers. Have you always been this slow? You thought you would've been fast enough to escape Aomine's long legs.

You had the head start after all.

But were you even running? Nothing makes sense to you right now. Aomine's presence was overwhelming your senses, and his scent invaded your nose.

Has it only been a week since you saw him?

His breath brushes your cheeks, sending shivers down your spine. You could vaguely hear them through a tunnel-like trance and you knew instinctively he was closer than you would've liked. He may have been the one to suggest the break up, but in reality, it was you who walked away.

All because of a misunderstanding in his words.

Your breaths were shaky, short and harsh as you tried to restart your entire body. You were completely surrounded by Aomine, and your heart thuds in your chest, fast and loud. You try to catch up so you wouldn't have a panic attack but it was as though your body betrays you. As though it didn't want you to leave his presence. Your mind tries to scream at your legs to move, your arms to push him back. But when you tilt your head to look into his eyes, your lips were immediately covered by his soft and warm ones.

And your entirely mind went blank.

You couldn't remember how to breathe, how to think, or even how to blink. Your eyes subconsciously closed and your body sank into his, and it felt as though you were coming home. Your [h/c] hair, which was in a pony tail earlier, had fallen down your back as he threads his fingers through. Your hands trail up his arm and one snaked into his hair, yanking him closer to your lips in desperation.

You didn't want him to let go, of what you had together, even if you had already walked away. You didn't want anyone else to kiss these lips, to see this gaze, except you. Your other hand grasps his uniform, pulling on the fabric tightly as though you wanted to rip it off.

You definitely didn't want anyone else to lay their fingers on his body. All of this, including his heart, was yours, and you'd be damned if you gave it up so easily. Despite being lost in your thoughts and his kiss, you vaguely hear a growl from his throat before he pulls away, licking his lips.

Your eyes opened slightly, your vision hazy, to stare into navy blue eyes. He was so unguarded in this moment, despite not saying a word, and this throws you off guard. But this also felt like a bucket of ice cold water was dumped on you.

Why would you allow him to kiss you so willingly, as though he owns you, when he was the one who originally threw you away?

When your mind caught up with everything, you realize Aomine was gone, and you were the only one in the hallway. Had you just imagined seeing that look in his eyes? Did he actually kiss you so passionately and desperately you felt like you were floating on air?

Feeling so utterly helpless and confused, you pick yourself up off the ground, you don't remember sitting down, and start walking home, completely uncaring of how you appeared in the moment. You saw the old Aomine, even if it was only for a few seconds.

So why did it make you feel so lonely? You felt as though someone stabbed a knife in your chest and yank it out, allowing blood to spill all over the ground. It was as though someone grabbed your heart, threw it on the ground and stomped on it before leaving you to lay there, pleading for someone to save you. The moment would never come. No one would come. Everyone else was busy with their own struggles, why would anyone want to help?

You didn't realize you were outside, watching a game of basketball on the court, until a ball rolled and hit your foot.

Blinking, you feel yourself begin to pick it up, feeling the smooth rubber between your palms before you felt a gaze on you. Looking down, you saw two little boys staring back at you, their eyes wide with innocence and confusion.

"Nee-chan! Do you play basketball?"

Feeling your lips curve slightly, you nodded. "I used to, but I don't anymore."

Both boys look at each other before looking back at you. "Why don't you play anymore?"

"It's.. complicated..."

"What's so complicated? Don't you like basketball?"

This question caused your eyes to widen. Did you like basketball? Of course you did! You loved it because it was the reason you got to meet Aomine and the rest of the Miracles. If it wasn't for basketball, there's a chance you wouldn't have met any of them.

"I... I love basketball."

"So then if you love it, shouldn't that be enough of a reason to play?"

You felt a tear fall down your face before you gave the boys a big smile. "Of course it is!"

Pulling on your arm, the two boys drag you with them towards the court, "So then let's play!"

You couldn't stop the laughter escaping your lips as you were being dragged across the pavement. They looked to be around grade six with their height and when their friends saw you, they all cheered happily and welcomed you to play with them.

The rest of the night flew by and not once did you think about Aomine.

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After the group of kids left, they entrusted you with the basketball they played with. You couldn't take your eyes off the orange ball as you began to dribble it on the court. The feel was familiar and you couldn't stop the smile from leaving your lips as you continued to dribble.

Pretty soon, you felt your legs run as you imagined you were in a real game and you started dodging invisible players. The basket was just ahead and you did a quick spin before placing your feet firmly on the ground as your arms extended and the ball flew out of your hands and landed right in the hoop.

Your eyes widened as your gaze went from the basket to your hand. You felt so elated and peaceful, as though you hadn't stopped playing. Everything felt so natural and as you continued to practice, you realized your body had never forgotten how to play. And right then, you knew your answer.

‘I'm gonna start playing again. But I'll need someone to teach me. If I want to beat Aomine.'

Suddenly, two males appear in your mind and without realizing it, your phone was already against your ear, waiting for the person on the other line to pick up. You were about to hang up, realizing how late it was before a voice rang on the other end.

"____cchi! It's been a long time! Is there something I can do for you?"

Taking a deep breath, you felt your eyelids open as you spoke,

"I need your help... Ryouta."

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