#touou high

[kirisaki-daichi-scenarios]

Someone Worth Loving | Yandere!Imayoshi Shouichi

for anon who asked "in which a popular s/o was the crush of imayoshi in first year until there year, but  s/o didn't want to be tie down so they just play around, and yan! imayoshi was a delusional to think that he's special. i think imayoshi will be very oc, so feel free to change something hehe. i love your writing style and works" this was fun to write, challenging but also a good chance to have a think about yandere!imayoshi further and outside my usual box for him. he's not particularly delusional here - i just can't see someone as socially aware and intelligent as ima being a delusional yandere. but i figured the combination of a) him not being a control freak and being pretty laidback; having that darker side, but also not wanting people to perceive him as evil unlike hanamiya + b) probable abandonment/grief issues after losing his mum + c) liking prim and proper girls = a more intriguing and unique yandere than i usually give him credit for. so thanks for the ask anon, and without further ado... content warning for slight explicit-ness. this is a yandere fic - it's not romance, and it's written accordingly.

It was love at first sight for Imayoshi. 

On that fatal first day, you skipped through the doors of the Touou classroom that you would share with Imayoshi for the next three years, holding hands with a ‘friend’ you had befriended just minutes prior (whom, Imayoshi already understood, would be forgotten about as soon as someone more suitable appeared to take her place), asking her where they should sit.

The other girl pointed to two empty desks near the front. That was when you let go of her hand. 

“I just have to sit by the windows,” you said, not at all apologetically, as if it was a given, not even sparing a second glance at the girl beside you - her eyes a little wide, almost a touch teary as she realised that she was already being demoted to rank of Friendless First Year. 

There was only one seat left near the windows. They’d have to split up. And the remaining chair was by fellow first year Imayoshi, who was pulling a pen out his backpack, pondering whether to ignore you or put on a show of bored confidence and do introductions.

As he pondered, you sat down beside him. Your knee briefly pressed against his. Then panicked, pulled away. You looked around the classroom as if you were ignoring your seatmate by accident, just curious about all the new faces. You had felt the sparks too. 

It took only this long - just those few seconds - for Imayoshi to stumble across realisations that would affect the rest of his life. 

(1) For all that confidence you showed off - confidence that, as you grew older, would become glam and men double your age wrapping their arms around your shoulders - you were an insecure coward like the crowds of girls who looked up to you from the distance.

(2) Imayoshi was feeling something. At the time, he called it curiosity; it would take later introspections for it to be correctly labelled as love. 

Not that there was much reason to love you, at the beginning anyway. Though the two of you talked often, quick conversations in at least a couple classes a day, they were nothing but the usual seatmate discussions. You, an idiot, had cottoned onto the fact that Imayoshi was breezing through every class. You put on your usual batting-eyelashes persona, cutesy obsequiousness (“I’m so sorry to bother you again, but for number 13...”) punctuated with meaningless sweet-nothings (“Honestly, Shouichi, you’re the best. I love you.”), and who was he to deny your requests for help?

Of course, with anyone else, Imayoshi would have gotten fed up by now - the occasional question was fine, but in almost every lesson? - yet it was cute how you thought you could rely on him. Like you seriously believed that him talking you through integrating exponentials meant you could trust him. 

When he’d walk into the classroom at break, while you were sat gossiping with all your girlfriends (an ever-expanding plague of copycats, B-rate versions of you), they’d all stop talking but you. 

You’d say, “don’t worry about him - that’s my bestie, Shouichi. He’s literally saving my grade right now.”

And then everyone would go back to gossiping, and you’d flash him a quick smile, and Imayoshi would never comment on how he technically hadn’t given you permission to use his first name, or on how it was so fucking stupid of you to dismiss him as the nerd who let you copy his answers sometimes. Like he didn’t have ears; like he was just one of your pawns; like he didn’t own you. 

Okay, that was an exaggeration. Maybe. But Imayoshi did in fact have ears, and he was a being with agency who overheard plenty of gossip and rumours, gossip that could destroy your sweet little reputation - not to mention your relationship with your parents - if he so chose. The fact that he didn’t was chivalry in action. Anyone else would have faced his bored wrath - he’d already manipulated a few rumours such that you had discarded one of your close friends on account of them.

Yet, for the time being, he was content letting you bathe in the sunlight. 

After all, he couldn’t have his future wife kicked out of school for being a pathetic, needy slut who couldn’t let a party finish without having at least slammed her lips on at least one total stranger.  

If you got expelled, you wouldn’t be in the yearbook. And then what would the two of you reminisce over, twenty years from now, cuddling on the sofa? 

So he tried to be content with observing you, playing his part as the polite nerd, and it worked for over a year. There were highs (you cheering him on during the final basketball match in your first year); there were lows (you had brought some brainless baseball jock to the match). But Imayoshi endured. Imayoshi took his time. Imayoshi let you gush over how happy you were to be sitting next to him again in your second year - “you’re my guardian angel, Shou-chan”. Imayoshi turned a blind eye to the partying and the boys, who lingered by the classroom door hoping to catch sight of you, and the never-ending stream of friends, and the way you’d smile at him like you adored him, only to switch it off as soon as the class was over. As soon as you had no more use for him.

Imayoshi, mature for his age, understood that he couldn’t make you who he wanted you to be overnight. Unfortunately, it seemed that girls like you just had to go through this phase. 

It was in the third year that things went downhill.

When it rains, it pours. On the first day of term, you hadn’t greeted him when you entered the classroom, too busy texting frantically on your phone, a new fluffy pink keychain dangling from it that didn’t match any of your girl friends’ and so had to be a gift from a stranger.

Imayoshi had greeted you, of course.

But when you had looked up briefly to smile and say hi back, he had been demoted: "Shouichi" instead of "Shou-chan". 

You were working harder than before too. Suddenly, the two of you were working in silence side by side, your hair falling over your face, hiding it from Imayoshi. You never once tucked it behind your ear to ask Imayoshi for the answers to the next section. You just sat and wrote away, like you fancied yourself the best in the class now. Clearly, you’d been studying over the holiday. Fine. Good even - Imayoshi couldn’t marry a complete fool, even an obedient housewife needed some brains. But to reject him because of it? Discard him like all the other toys you got bored of using? 

He felt his anger swell and spin in a strength of feeling he had not known since his mother died. Murder occurred to him; abduction no longer seemed unreasonable. He tucked away duct tape and rope and sleeping pills in a shelf his sister could not reach, locked it for good measure, and spent his nights tossing and turning and questioning his own identity. 

He heard rumours you were in trouble. Kicked out the house, financial issues, an abortion: almost everything got mentioned. Someone had a friend whose mum was a cop, and apparently you’d been visiting the police station following a domestic violence case, a prostitution case, or maybe just a mugging. The specifics were unclear and frequently changed, but Imayoshi took sight of the bruises on your neck and arms, just visible under layers of concealer, and on he went pondering.

He would never get the truth out of you directly, no. These days, whenever he entered the classroom at break, you and your few remaining trusted friends whispered until he left. The trust was gone; and the gossip no longer appropriate for male ears to hear.

A complete stranger would have been treated in the same way. A stranger. 

He’d put so much work into you, spent two years as a loyal servant, letting you feel smug and superior, and this was what he fucking got for it? 

"Imayoshi was not rash," he told himself. 

"Imayoshi wants to be rash," his reflection parroted back to him. 

“Imayoshi?” called Susa, nudging him in the middle of a study session, “you okay?”

“Tired,” replied Imayoshi, realising that the page in front of him was still empty. 

He smiled an easy smile, and forced the thought of you out of his mind before he snapped his pencil in two. 

----

And “he’s tired” was what Susa repeated when Harasawa, fiddling with his hair, asked why Imayoshi acting a bit out of it today. 

The coach glanced at Imayoshi with critical eyes, and saw a stranger in him. “Do you want to take a break?”

“I’ll be alright.“ Imayoshi forced the familiar grin across his lips yet again. “Some match play will wake me up.”

The last thing he needed was some time away from basketball. For every minute he wasn’t concentrating on the game, he was thinking of you smiling at male ‘friends’, you cuddling up with police officers, you flirting with strangers on the street, you and that miniskirt you wore everywhere outside of school and the men who would stare and you feeding into their attraction, and they’d put a hand around your waist and let their fingers slip underneath your tights, and they’d murmur “hotel?” to you, and you’d rub up against them and- 

Sakurai passed the ball to Imayoshi, and the captain dribbled and felt a moment’s peace. He passed it back to Wakamatsu, standing ready under the hoop-

You’d be pulling off your clothes real slow, really teasing them, and they’d be touching and licking and sucking on that skin that belonged to Imayoshi alone. They’d throw you to the bed; you squeal, maybe whimper at the big bad man standing in front of you. God you’d be noisy, slut that you are - you wouldn’t talk to Imayoshi any more but you wouldn’t shut up for these salarymen (why did Momoi have to mention that word on the street was you were in the JK business now? If hearing of you being with classmates wasn’t torture enough!), even when you were gagging you’d be crying out, tears in your eyes, and maybe they beat you, maybe they ground into you until you couldn’t walk, your underwear ripped, miniskirt stained around your hip, lying hopelessly on a bed in an empty room, your skin littered with both hickeys and bruises. 

Maybe you’d pray for a better life. The audacity to pray having spent all these years betraying him. 

“Are you sure everything’s alright?” muttered Susa in the changing room, briefly squeezing his friend's shoulder. 

Imayoshi looked around feeling like he’d awoken from a nightmare.

Everyone but Imayoshi had long finished changing out of their kit. People were talking, laughing, bouncing a spare basketball against the wall. Aomine, despite being a known virgin, was proudly announcing his list of the easiest lays in the school. Your name came in at number two. And before Imayoshi could ask Aomine how he knew that if all he spent his free time doing was jerking off to magazine pages, Wakamatsu interjected. 

Wakamatsu told Aomine not to talk about you like that.

Wakamatsu was blushing. 

"You fucking siren," murmured Imayoshi under his breath, thinking of the way you used to bat your eyelashes at him. 

Something about the blonde made Imayoshi see mistakes like never before. God himself couldn’t have made it any clearer. Imayoshi had let you run wild for too long, and in your own sickness you had diseased everyone else too. You had brought shame to yourself, and - worse - to the Imayoshi name that you would one day take on as your own. 

It was time to remind you to whom you belonged. Maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t be too late to make you an honourable housewife, an obedient little dog. 

“You still there?” said Susa with a little more concern, nudging Imayoshi again. 

“Don’t worry,” and this time Imayoshi didn’t need to force that closed-eye, cruel grin. “I’ve got something to sort out, and then I’ll be back to normal.”

He would teach you that he had never been your toy. 

#if you liked this fic #please do consider reblogging it #tbf this wasn't too long to write #but god was it tiring to proofread #not the fic's fault i'm just tired of editing #my brain zones out #anyway yeah this will probably be my last post this year #seasons greetings to anyone who wants them #personally not in the christmas mood but alas #could really use a proper holiday right about now #any billionaires out there willing to sponsor me hmu #right proper tags time now #imayoshi shouichi #imayoshi shoichi #x reader #reader insert #touou #too high school #yandere #x y/n #x you #kirisaki daichi scenarios #oneshot #fanfic #knb #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basuke #the basketball which kuroko plays #someone worth loving #jealousy

[lovelivengirlparadise]

I spent several hours on this slideshow for a party, and that went swimmingly, so I figured I should show it off here as well! I might write and/or draw more about some of these if prompted, too 👀

#love live! #n girls love live #n card girls #llsif normals #llsif #YG international academy #touou academy #shion girls academy #shinonome academy #seiran high school #chitose bridge high school #dungeons and dragons #crossover tag #powerpoint presentation #I made so many fun decisions here #the partygoers loved it

[loveai2]

Haikyuu ver.

Prefectures:

Akita: Yōsen

Tokyo: Seirin, Shūtoku, Tōō

Kanagawa: Kaijō

Kyoto: Rakuzan

https://www.wattpad.com/story/241948776?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create_story_details&wp_uname=LoveAi2&wp_originator=f34yHcmyfHEI%2FKUlGRcnuRfIdai5AmBzEY2iS6m3BdyYSCncfTZK5akFRv07bbVxWSUwErHmkZmDwl4bfM2oPFtnJzBvBkoGF%2FOCFIfogiSGIEXVnmYh6BLqAZJ1xas1

#knb #kuroko no basket #kuroko's basketball #kuroko no basuke #seirin #yosen #rakuzan #shutoku #touou academy #too academy #kaijo high #akashi seijuro #knb gom #generation of miracles #kuroko tetsuya #kagami taiga #murasakibara atsushi #midorima shintarou #aomine daiki #kise ryouta

[fantasysubunitslovelive]

introducing my fourth fantasy subunit: TsuRaI RED (read as “tsurai red")

the members are ayumi torii, tsurugi kadota, and sakura kurobane. they sing heavy metal with traditional japanese elements, often utilising growls and screaming. the lyrics are about rage, directed at everything from societal injustices to mundane daily life. their choreography has elements of traditional japanese dancing combined with headbanging and moves showing violent desperation.

this unit was formed when sakuya kurobane found out that her sister, who was usually quiet, could growl and scream shockingly well. when brainstorming how sakura could demonstrate it well to an audience, the two decided to approach ayumi and tsurugi for a subunit, as they had a similar aesthetic and were prone to rage. though tsundere about it, the two eventually agreed.

the name "TsuRaI RED" comes from their names. Tsurugi, sakuRa, and toriI combine to form "tsurai", which translates to "painful, bitter, tough, cruel". together with RED, the name can be translated to "Painful RED".

#edits #love live! #fantasy subunits #ayumi torii #tsurugi kadota #sakura kurobane #seiran high school #touou academy #shion girls academy #3 person subunits #made by mod #TsuRaI RED

[knbposting]

for a casual enjoyer i have a bunch of useless merch i dont even use

#actually im lying i have an aomine keychain on my keys #i feel like i got it and it was like REALLY RARE! HARD TO FIND! and im like neat its going to have a hard life now :) #i also have a touou team one which i die over but i retired it to use the aomine solo one #so so cute #i have some stickers (i never use bc i have commitment issues) and some FILES too? i just have knb FILES? why #why did i get those #i DO use my seirin high hoodie ALLLLLL the time it's my only black hoodie for one and two it's extremely cool #peaches has the same one :) we match :) #and i just found a touou tshirt i had made with aomine's jersey number on it #it's a lot. im supposed to be casual.

[b0ther]

ain't even jealousy

you fucking hate the basketball team, but there's no one you hate more than aomine.

pairing : aomine daiki x reader (feminine pronouns. afab) rating : explicit, not safe for work (sexual content) type : chaptered tags : aomine is a bully im not even kidding he is quite cruel, porn with PLOT, reader is besties with satsuki, reader also has a crush on imayoshi, reader also was wakamatsu's ex, hate sex, semi-public sex, manhandling, vaginal penetration, thigh fucking, semi-clothed sex, some slutshaming going on here, reader has big tits, slight dubcon. word count : 4,323

author's note : title from 'want u back' by cher lloyd. this is comissioned by a dear friend. hope you enjoy mwah. this first chapter (and whole fic im ngl) is centered around the onsen episode.

( masterlist │ ask/request │ ao3 )

After a long and hard day at school, all that you ever really want to do is to quickly get to your part-time job and finish up your shift. Perhaps you can get some convenient store food after that, or go straight home to shower and rest.

Whatever it is that you daydreamed of, it wasn't this.

Satsuki calls out to you, her voice soft against the bristling wind with her lithe arms circle around yours as you try to walk away, dragging her body forcefully with you. She whines your name over and over again, over the beating speaker against your ears before you finally had enough, ripping your headphones off your head, turning to face her.

“Satsuki!” You try to sound stern, but you end up whining in the same tone that she used. You can only be so serious as a high school girl, after all.

Her pink strands fall against her face messily; you use your other hand to tuck them behind her ear as she elongates the way she enunciates your name and begs, begs, begs you to listen to her. “Please! Just—”

“Satsuki!” You groan, shaking her off your body. “I’m busy. I have a part-time job, I’m failing maths, I have club activities. I can’t just… ditch everything and go !”

“You can!” It’s like she was not listening to a single word that you uttered. “It’s a month away and on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday—which you can begin asking for a leave day starting today , they will definitely let you if you do it a month in advance!—and maths!? That’s easy! I’ll teach you!”

You slant your eyes at her, arms crossing on your chest. “Alright. What about my club activities?”

“You mean your journalist club? One that encourages their members to leave their comfort zone in order to bring back interesting stories? One that basically has a crush on the basketball team?”

You roll your eyes. “Oh, don’t be dramatic.”

She gasps. “Don’t you love me!?”

“Don’t do this to me…”

“If you love me at all, you wouldn’t even think twice about going with me. Imagine me, a girl, going alone on an all-boys’ trip to some secluded place—”

“You’re being dramatic—” You tried reiterating your point.

“I’m not!” She whines, even louder this time, attracting attention from all the other Touou students around you. “You literally have nothing to lose by coming along! Give me five reasons—five good reasons—and I will literally stop bothering you.”

You shake her off again, and this time, Satsuki lets go and stumbles back a couple of steps as the mischief on her eye continues to shimmer. You have never lost an argument to Satsuki—but there is a first for everything, and you have a feeling that you are going to break some personal records today.

“First,” you take a deep breath as you hold up a finger. “Aomine’s gonna be there—”

“Perfect!” Not giving you a chance to speak, she cuts you off, eyes glimmering like starlight. “You like him!”

She strikes a nerve with this one.

One of your eyes twitches as you cross your arms under your chest. The excited smile on her face fades in an instant, recognizing in an instant that something is wrong.

Recognizing in an instant that something she should have known about is wrong.

She blinks a couple of times, trying to use all that intelligence in her head to analyse the error in what she said (which turns out pretty useless—guess all that she is good for is basketball).

“Have you been paying attention at all?” You begin to blabber after letting out a huge gasp, arms waving around in the air. “We’ve been friends for years— years ! Since the first year of middle school, and you know nothing of  my strong, burning opinion of Aomine!? Flash news, Satsuki, it’s not love!”

“You—” She stammers, “You talk about him a lot!”

“I complain about him a lot!” You correct her, blowing out air in frustration, feeling somewhat betrayed that your best friend had just accused you of liking your archnemesis… your enemy… your… your rival.

The point is! You hate him!

You would rather live in a world without television and the internet and good music if it means that you will have to never hear him say another word.

Aomine.

You shiver in annoyance.

Just saying his name irks the hell out of you. Imagining his face causes a feeling close to that of an explosion in your chest. You just wanna grab him by his face and shove him down a flight of stairs.

You cannot even count all the shitty things he did to you in high school: revealing your crush on Nijimura Shuuzou not just to the then-basketball team captain, but the entire student body; tripping you in the cafeteria multiple times; stealing your undergarments during P.E. and commenting crassly about how you were two sizes under his favourite adult model. Granted, you never told Satsuki about the last thing. That shit was just too embarrassing—you were glad that no one else was in the room when he threw your bra back at you.

Still, your frustration remains at her. Jogging down memory lane boils your wrath, and you close your eyes to calm yourself down.

He’s just a bully.

A damned bully.

And you would be damned if you are going to willingly spend your weekends in the same vicinity as him.

“Well… Dai-chan likes you!”

You roll your eyes.

Yeah, right.

You would agree if she had claimed that he found you attractive, or he thinks you’re hot. But liking you? Highly improbable—impossible, even.

Aomine Daiki does not seem like he is capable of feeling any emotion aside from boredom and mischief. The only thing he loves, or even likes, is probably his beloved Aya-chan from his gravure magazines.

You’re not even sure if he still likes basketball.

Which is a shame—seeing someone so tall gradually shrinking to the size of nothing, even if you despise the guy, the whole ordeal with whatever-the-fuck Satsuki’s basketball team went through still managed to extract some sympathy from the bottom of your heart. You’ve been paying attention to Aomine, after all, albeit not under any positive light.

“Whatever,” from past experiences, you know better than to argue against Satsuki. “I don’t care anymore. And you know what? Aomine himself and your blatant disregard of your best friend’s feelings—me!—should be enough to fit all five criterias!”

You know that look in her eyes, the way her lips press against each other and how one of her hands is clenched into a fist. 

“I’ve been friends with him for 16 years, (Y/N),” she bumps her fist against her chest in pride. “Best friends, even! I know him better than you do!”

You scoff. “People who like someone don’t bully them, Satsuki. Open your eyes.”

“He isn’t bullying you!” She groans.

“Oh, so now not only are you attempting to kidnap me, but you’re also defending my bully?”

“Argh!” Satsuki hugs your arm again, earning her a groan from you. She calls out your name again, enunciating each and every syllable. “ Pleeeaaaaseeee? You don’t have to pay a single dime! You don’t even have to see Dai-chan if you want to. Imayoshi-san will be there—you like him, right?”

You slant your eyes at her in suspicion, not buying anything she just told you. You just know that you will have to see Aomine sooner or later if you come with her to the onsen. 

“No man is ever worth that much headache, Satsuki.”

“Yeah,” she sighs, still shaking you ferociously. “But it’s Imayoshi-san!”

You decided to come along. Because of course you did.

It’s either that, or Satsuki pestering you for the rest of the month, bringing either Imayoshi or Aomine or whoever she thinks will get your attention.

And Imayoshi Shouichi? Sure. He’s hot as hell.

But is he worth dealing with Aomine?

You like to think not.

Satsuki dragged you along to a basketball team meeting—the one that would be discussing the practice trip and the whole onsen ordeal.

It wasn’t like you needed to be there at all. You know just a little more than the average person about basketball. All that you were preparing for the onsen was your clothes and deciding whether it’s you or Satsuki who should be bringing her hairdryer.

“Why me?” You said, crossing your arms when the attention of the entire basketball team was redirected towards you, and Imayoshi laughed. The only problem they were facing was convincing Aomine to come along.

And you were happy with not being the babysitter. You were happy with twiddling your skirt as you sat on the edge of the stage of the hall, scrolling down your social media timeline as the team argued on how to get that blue-haired freak into coming.

That was until Satsuki ruined your afternoon by offering up your name.

To your surprise, everyone in the team seemingly agreed almost immediately to offer you as a sacrificial lamb to feed Aomine’s ego and coax him to at least come to the trip.

“He likes you,” Wakamatsu scoffed when you asked why, and you glared at him, but said nothing. Out of respect, you guess, to the upperclassman. It’s not like you respect him, though. You’re on bad terms with a lot of the basketball team, but no matter your disagreements with Wakamatsu, you will never dislike him the way you loathe Aomine.

“He does have a soft spot for you,” Imaoyshi mused as he flashed you a smile—and lord , you cannot say no to Imayoshi. Especially when he’s being so nice.

You saw Satsuki smirking from the corner of your eyes and internally cursed her.

That was how you found yourself climbing the ladder leading to the rooftop. 

And that was how you found Aomine with one hand between his backpack and head, and the other holding an obscene magazine.

He doesn’t even spare you a single glance—probably thought you were another manager or even worse: Satsuki again. But the moment you open your mouth to call out to him, his head snaps in your direction, an eyebrow raised in amusement as he pushes himself to rest his body against his elbows.

“What are you doing here?”

You try not to let your rage spill. You try to keep the boiling water down. You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and continue to climb the ladder before approaching him.

Think rational, you think to yourself, he hadn’t even said anything yet.

“The Captain wants to see you,” you manage to say between your gritted teeth, staring down at him before looking away. Imayoshi didn’t ask you to make Aomine see him, but Aomine probably respects Imayoshi more than you, so you try to throw him under the bus just to get out of the situation quicker.

“Imayoshi-san?” He frowns before repeating his initial question: “What the fuck are you doing here?”

I want to punch him.

“You own this roof or something?”

“Calm down,” he scoffs, tilting his head before eyeing your body up and down. You shift your weight into your other leg, ignoring the uneasy feeling on the pit of your stomach. “I just wanted to know.”

Sighing, you glance up at the sunny sky, sweat starting to form on the base of your neck and you are dying to leave at that very moment. You shelter your eyes from the sunlight, despite finding it more appealing than Aomine’s face.

“We’re discussing the practice trip thing—whatever, and also the onsen trip,” you lazily explain, not bothering to hide your disinterest. “Imayoshi-senpai wants you to be present for the meeting. Obviously.”

You cannot fathom the fact that you were explaining his basic responsibilities as a club member to him. What a fucking child.

“You coming with us?”

His focus seems to be misplaced, and you glare at the sky, imagining it was his stupid face.

“I’m going with Satsuki,” you correct, still not willing to look at him. “I don’t give two shits about you or the basketball team.”

“Hey,” he sits up, wrapping his fingers around your wrist before tugging your body towards him. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

You scoff, finally letting your gazes meet before pulling your hand away. “Fuck off.”

He, in fact, does not fuck off.

Aomine pulls on your wrist again, this time hard enough for you to lose your balance and fall, your knees landing on the coarse floor as the bottom of your skirt rides up your thighs. The skin of your knees scraping against the gravelled surface and you curse, jerking your hand away only to immediately shove his shoulder.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” You shriek, annoyed at how he remains unmoving even as you push him again.

He towers you, even when sitting, and keeps his eyes peering down at you.

Maybe it’s the heat that day; summer has just ended, but even the soft Autumn breeze cannot conceal the searing flare creeping up the skin of your cheeks. Aomine slants his eyes and grabs your wrist yet again—you weren’t quick enough to retract away from his athletic instincts, and so, you fall again when he pulls you in closer.

You hiss in pain as your knees drag more against the floor, desperate to find your balance only to grab on his shoulders.

“Hey,” He calls out to you, a lame attempt for your attention. “Look,” he says again, and your dumb ass looks.

He grabs the magazine on his lap and tautens the pages together, showing you the spread where he left off before you interrupted his peaceful afternoon. “(Y/N), remember Aya-chan?”

The girl that ruined your life?

How can you forget?

You cannot hide the distaste in your eyes as your eyes scan her beautiful, black hair falling against the sheer material of her white uniform top. The black lace bra she was wearing underneath is apparent as she pushes her two tits against each other, legs spread to reveal an equally seductive pattern on her panties.

Before you even realise, Aomine’s arm begins to wrap itself around your waist as he holds you up, fingers creeping up the side of your torso, tracing invisible lines before resting on one of your breasts. Your stomach begins to churn in excitement, embarrassingly enough, and you press your legs instinctively when the muscle between your thighs tighten as he continues fondling you.

You circle your arm around his neck under the pretence of keeping your balance.

“Mhmm…” He clicks his tongue, resting his face on the side of your upper arm—his nose touching the side of your tit as his hand palms your other one. “I feel like you’re no longer two sizes under Aya-chan. Maybe a size under? Maybe the same size?”

You grit your teeth. “You talk big. Have you ever seen her outside your magazine? She probably edits her photos.”

He grins, gaze shifting to drink in your frustration. “No, but you’re real, and I’m groping you right now. Isn’t that better?”

“Better than your pretty Aya-chan?”

Aomine raises an eyebrow, humming knowingly. You can’t even believe the word escaping your mouth.

“You have a cute side to you after all,” He muses after a short, mocking whistle. “What do you want me to say? Want me to tell you how much better you are than her?”

“Want you to shut the fuck up.”

“Calm down, tiger.” He laughs, pulling away from your arm. He tosses the magazine to the side, straightening his back to press a short kiss to the peak of your cheekbone. His hand begins to work; he slowly kneads your breast while continuously trailing kisses down to your ears. Your nipples brush against the fabric of your damned lace bra, and he stops for a moment only to tug on where your bud is protruding.

A whimper leaves your mouth.

“Excited are we?” He whispers, voice dropping lower as he presses his lips against your ears. “I like hearing you like that.”

“Shut up,” you run out of words, turning your head to the other side, exposing your neck to him. Which turns out to be a bad idea, as he takes it as a sign to sweep his tongue over the skin of your neck.

“A–Aomine—”

“God,” he chuckles. “Who would’ve guessed that you can be this sexy?”

He pulls away from your neck, and drags his hand from your tits to rub against your torso, feeling the material of your uniform. He presses one hand on the small of your back, pressing his forehead against yours. In a swift motion, he pulls on your body, drawing out a squeak as he lays you down against the concrete floor.

“What if…” he trails, rubbing a thumb under your eye as he hovers over rested body. Your cheeks sear with heat, alongside your chest and the pulsating on your cunt. “...I just fuck you right here?”

“W-what?” You whimper.

He laughs. “I’m hard as hell. You made me this way.”

“You were the one groping my tits!”

“You liked it,” he shrugs, pushing himself off of you, forcing both your legs open as he moves between them. His fingers begin to unbutton your uniform, unravelling the bra you are wearing underneath. Sucking in a deep breath, he stops midway down your torso, and without taking his eyes off your chest, he asks, “Want me to stop?”

Your cheeks flare, and you don’t answer him. You don;t even look at him.

He takes a quick glance at your expression.

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’.”

“...Whatever.”

A wide smirk forms on his face, fingers continuing to unbutton your uniform all the way down.

“Do me a favour and get up for a bit,” he murmurs, pressing one of his hands against your back once again to get you to sit up. The feeling of his palm against your bare skin sends you to shivers, coupled with the soft wind whistling between the two of you.

“What’re you—”

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as his fingers fumble with the hook of your bra. It took him two wrong moves before getting it right with the third—the fabric loosens around your body, and you pull him closer to conceal your humiliated expression.

“See,” Aomine chuckles after some awkward motion, tossing your stupid bra to the side when he finally gets it off. “You’re so pretty like this.”

“Shut up,” you groan, nails digging into his skin deeper and deeper.

He pulls himself away from your grip, taking a nice hold on your torso to pull your ass up his lap, letting you fall against the hard floor again.

“Goddamn,” he mutters, roaming his touches against your legs. His eyes cannot leave the heaves of your jugs.

“Stop fucking staring,” your hiss, trying to pull your uniform together, hiding your chest away from him.

Aomine scoffs, using one hand to unbuckle his pants. Your eyes travelled from his face to the loose button on his collar to the wet stain on the grey briefs around his hips to the bulge underneath them.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

He tilts his head at your question, furrowing his eyebrows as he takes his cock out from under his briefs. “Fucking you?”

The precum leaks from the tip of his cock, little drops of white strings rolling down his length. He pulls your hips closer to his body and presses it flat against your soaked panties.

He groans at the contact. Your warm slick welcomes him entirely as he presses more against the fabric, rubbing his tip along the length of your pussy.

“S’that feel good?” He whispers, hastily hooking his fingers on your panties, pulling it up your legs, then tossing it to go with your bra. He presses his arm on the side of your head, leaning into you again.

“Don’t put it in,” you whine, trying to hold back your hips from rolling. “You’re gonna get me pregnant.”

“You can’t say shit like that,” he groans against your neck. He positions the tip of his cock against your cunt, and even with your sopping lips, you aren’t sure if you are ready to accommodate his size at all. 

“You don’t want to be a teen dad,” you bite your lower lip, hand going to rub his neck.

“I wanna fuck you, though,” he breathes, using his thumb to run along your wet slit. “Wanna fuck you raw, wanna cum inside’a you.”

You tremble with his words, feeling two of his fingers now circling your pussy. “D— don’t be stupid.”

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he whispers, making your cunt wish it has something to tighten around. “D’you know how long I’ve been wanting to get you like this?”

He pushes himself off of you, and holds your wounded knees as he watches your chest heaves, heavy tits rolling with every staggered breath. He flips your skirt over, exposing even more of your cunt to the chill.

He rubs his length against your slick, his tip now pushing against your swelling clit. “I’d jack off and wonder if you were tighter than my fist,” he wraps his cock with his hand and places it again on your entrance, pushing in a slow, deliberate motion.

Between your drooping eyelids, you saw him inaudibly mutter a curse.

“Used to wanna fight Wakamatsu ‘cus he’d stuff this pussy all he wanted. Right?” He scoffs with a stupid, satisfied smile that you wish you could wipe off his face. “Shame that you broke it off, huh? Did he dump you when he realised how much of a whore you are?”

“Shut up…”

“Well, I don’t care. More fun for me.”

“Aomine—“

“Who else have you fucked in the basketball team?” He grunts. “In Touou?”

“Shut— shut the…”

You slap the back of your hand against your mouth—not willing at all to let him hear you be satisfied with his size—biting down on the flesh as he pushes his cock in. All of his cock in.

“Aomine—”

His cock is dragging against your wall, kissing every possible inch of your insides. Your hole continues to burn as he stretches you wide open, draining every last bit of energy from inside of you.

“ F-fuck…”

Your hand goes to fondle your own tit, rolling your hard nipple between your fingers, sloppily trying to garner more and more pleasure. His dick fills you more and more, stuffing you full, before finally stopping.

“Don’t act all reserved now,” he raises an eyebrow as you mewl out his name. He stays still for a moment, a bud of sweat rolling down his temple before pulling out of your homey cunt. “You don’t have to lie.”

Aomine bites his lips, letting his cock rest between your pussy lips. He sees the way they engulf his dick, moving his hips to rub against your core.

“Letting me fuck you on the school rooftop,” he murmurs, “where’s your fucking self-respect? Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if this isn’t your first time getting dicked down up here.”

Your eyes slant up at him, but he quickly shuts down any of your retaliation by pressing his thumb flat against your clit, slowly circling the nub. Your teeth press down hard on your bottom lips.

“We aren’t— we are not …” You babble, putting a thumb between your teeth to stop yourself from moaning, “...having sex.”

He scoffs, drinking in how your eyes roll with your head turned to the side.

“I was inside you just a moment ago.”

Filthy noise of his cock squelching against your cunt filled the air—if someone were to come after you, they would hear Aomine’s dick fucking your pussy lips.

“Fuck,”Aomine spits, pressing your legs tightly against each other then down on your lips.

“A-ah,” You gasp as he drills into your thighs, the tip of his cock rubbing quick and hard against your swollen clit. “Oh my God—”

“Are you cummin’?” He breathes, one hand reaching to roll your tit on his hand. “Fuck, baby,” he murmurs, and you whine at the nickname. He snickers, “You’re so sexy like this, y’know that?”

Your back arches, little whimpers of encouragement swallow your pride whole as you fall completely into him. Aomine grunts at the expression, seeing the lewd expression on your face. He picks up the pace, slamming his hips against your ass.

“M’gonna cum,” he hisses. “Fuck. Wish I could shoot my load into your tight little cunt.”

“Fuck it,” you manage to spit between your groans, “F-fuck it. Just— oh God, just don’t stop—”

Your words rile him up even more—he tightens his grip on your leg, his fingers bruising your fragile skin. Your head begins to spin. Your slam your fists against the ground and your mind numbing orgasm comes the moment strings of Aomine’s thick, white cum comes flying down your skirt and stomach.

“Shit,” he loosens the grip on your legs, letting them fall even with your still convulsing ass and core. His gaze stays on the tip of his dick, the white cum oozing from it, then to your face—your parted lips, dumb eyes, and the sweat dripping down the side of your head down your neck.

He feels himself getting harder as he watches your plump lips whine, wondering how they would wrap around his thick length, if the colour of your lipstick would stain the veins of his cock.

“You coming to the onsen trip?” Aomine tries to distract himself.

You roll over, blindly reaching out for the bra that he tossed God knows where.

“Fuck you.”

#knb #one-shot #chaptered: ain't even jealousy #commissioned #aomine #aomine daiki #kuroko no basuke #kuroko no basket #kuroko's basketball #smut #aomine smut #aomine x reader #aomine x you #knb smut #aomine x reader smut

[cricketwrites]

Never Again

GIF by ryousakurais

Prompt: Repeat the same line of dialogue, from the same character, three separate times.

"You're really an idiot sometimes."

Aomine Daiki had said that to you three separate times, on three separate occasions, with three different meanings behind it.

The first time he said it, it was jokingly, when you were young teens in middle school. He'd said it with a big grin and a pat on your head. You don't even remember what you had said, you just remember the look on his face.

It drew you in… he was like the sun. Bright and blinding, but comfortably warm.

You found yourself going to the Teiko Middle School basketball team practices more, just to see Aomine. He always grinned and waved at you, then took the time to talk to you after practice. He asked your opinion, if you thought he was cool, and if you thought he could improve in some way.

It was sweet. He was sweet. He always made sure to include you, even if you knew nothing about basketball. As long as you liked it, you were a good person in his eyes, and he seemed to really enjoy your company. You ended up with a crush on him, how could you not?

The second time he said it, it was insulting.

Lately, Aomine had become cold and closed off. He stopped talking to you, he stopped asking your opinion, he stopped talking to you in general. When you had finally cornered him and asked, he said those words. He'd said them with a sneer on his face, asking if you really couldn't tell how he had become bored of you, or if you were really that dense. How people as great as him shouldn't even associate with "the likes of normal people like you". How he had ascended beyond the need for friends. All he needed was to win, to find someone who could beat him.

He could be satisfied if he got that. That was all he needed, something to pique his interest again, to make him feel something again. He couldn’t feel anything anymore. Winning had become something he didn’t care about anymore, he couldn’t put in effort if he never had the energy to anymore. He didn’t have the energy for friends anymore, everything bored him, including you.

You couldn’t stop the tears flowing down your face, you could feel your heart breaking into tiny pieces.

Then came the anger. You couldn’t stop yourself from smacking him, despair taking over your features. If he didn’t need you, you didn’t need him. You would find your own happiness, it didn’t rely on him.

The rest of middle school went by in a blur after that. It turns out that you and Aomine were going to the same high school, you two ended up being in the same class, but you barely spared him a glance. A silent acknowledgement before falling back into the routine of pretending like he never existed in the first place. You never stopped wondering about him though, wondering if he had ever found the perfect opponent, mourning the sweet boy you loved in middle school.

The third time he said it, it was affectionate, but lost.

Touou had been beaten by Seirin, and Kuroko had asked you to meet him outside of the building. It made sense, you two hadn’t spoken since the end of middle school. It would be nice to catch up with one of your only friends from Teiko who didn’t forget you existed.

You didn’t expect to meet Aomine outside, instead. All of the pain came back, the heartbreak. He looked shocked to see you, then conflicted. He hung his head and looked at the ground, a strangely submissive gesture, considering how aggressive he had been with you when you last spoke.

After what seemed like an eternity, he spoke.

“I’m… sorry.”

You looked at him in surprise. He had actually apologized?

“Why are you apologizing?” You asked, voice soft and, admittedly, lost.

Aomine looked at you like you had grown a third head.

“Why am I-? I treated you like shit. Kuroko finally knocked some sense into me, I guess. More than Momoi could… and she tried for years. After you left, I felt a bit more… empty I guess. Didn’t know that was possible. And I have feelings for you or whatever, that’s what Kuroko said and I guess I needed to think about that so yeah. I’m sorry.” That was the most words you had heard him speak in years, especially to you. He had “feelings” for you? Kuroko knew? You had told Kuroko a long time ago, but you were surprised he still remembered. You were also surprised that somehow Kuroko got Aomine to admit his feelings.

“I appreciate your apology… and I liked you. A while ago. Now..? I’m not so sure.” You replied, keeping your gaze on Aomine’s shoes.

Aomine looked shocked. You liked him? Since when? Wait, liked… not like. He missed his chance.

“But… I’m willing to try being friends. We can see where things go from there.” You smiled. A sudden apology wouldn’t erase the years of heartbreak you had experienced at his hand, but you would be willing to talk to him. You’d be willing to try, as long as he put in the same effort, and he would.

Aomine wouldn’t lose you again, once was more than enough.

I hope you guys like this! Fics take me a lot longer to finish than headcanons do, but I really enjoy writing them when I have the spoons. BTW If you want a part two to this, let me know and I'll happily do one! I don't know if the ending falls a bit flat, so Im just curious on your guys' opinions ∧,,,∧ (  ̳• · • ̳) /    づ♡ Ask Box: Open! ~Cricket <3

#aomine daiki x reader #aomine x reader #knb x reader #knb imagines #knb fanfic #aomine fanfic #aomine fluff #kuroko no basuke

[aomine-in-gensokyo]

[Image ID: A drawing of Aomine Daiki (left) and Muku Sakisaka (right) doing a fist bump as they look at each other. Aomine is wearing his signature black jersey. The text on his jersey starts with "桐皇" which is the name of Aomine's high school. "Touou." Below it is "GAKUEN," and finally it's his player number, 5. Muku is wearing a modified version of his Love Out of Left Field baseball jersey, modeled to look more like a basketball jersey. On his jersey reads "Sakura" and his player number, 5. End ID]

Hey guys, Daiki Aomine here,

So apparently, my birthday and Muku's are really close together. Muku called me and asked if I wanted to celebrate our birthdays together. Course I agreed. We just got done playing some one-on-one street ball. Naturally, I won (the only one who can beat me is me), but that doesn't invalidate Muku's own skills. I'd love to play with him again sometime.

Anyways, we're going to go eat out later. Satsuki, Yuki, and some of our other friends are coming too. We gotta get ready, so I'm ending off the post here.

Daiki Aomine heading out

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🎉🎉🎉HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUKU SAKISAKA (8/30) AND AOMINE DAIKI (8/31)!!!!!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉

#heres another birthday similarity between knb and a3! #i was SHOCKED to find out that muku's and aomine's birthdays were ONE DAY APART!! #AND the fact that their player numbers are BOTH 5??!?! #absolutely astonishing the knb/a3! alliance truly was meant to be... #aomine daiki #daiki aomine #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basuke #knb #muku sakisaka #sakisaka muku #act! addict! actors! #a3! #my art #aomine's blog

[kirisaki-daichi-scenarios]

can i request a headcnon imayoshi with any lana del rey song? preference with ultraviolence album

not the easiest request tbh, since the man lana describes is rather different to imayoshi, even a yandere!imayoshi, and i wasn’t 100% sure what you wanted, but i hope this works!

He lives for love, he loves his drugs, he loves his baby, too

this lyric doesn’t represent imayoshi 100%, but hear me out. imayoshi doesn’t live for romance, but he does live for his interests - studying people, studying probabilities and risk, etc. in short, he’s not someone that could live for work; he’s someone that needs an interesting life. anyway, following along with this line of thinking, he lives for (his) love of (enriching his life), he loves his drugs (i.e. his interests that very involved in, though he’s not the type to get addicted to things), and only after these things does his s/o feature. he’s too independent a person to need to rely fully on his s/o.   

All those little times you said that I'm your girl // You make me feel like your whole world

imayoshi’s no flirt, and, honestly, the longer the relationship goes on, the more casual he gets about any sort of romance at all. but, when he does decide to compliment you, he’s knows exactly the right thing to say - that’s the benefit of dating someone who intuitively understands your emotions. as a result, just a short sentence from him can light up your day.  

You say I'm like the ice, I freeze

two possible readings here. 1) in arguments, imayoshi’s very good at saying what he knows will upset. he seems like he’s got good control of his emotions, but that’s cause his anger tends to be more cold than hot. and when he’s angry, he’s very good at goading you into getting more upset - his passive words inspire active behaviours in you, i.e., “I freeze”. and 2) i don’t think imayoshi would want a s/o who becomes too like him - he’d rather have someone independent and individual like he is. in other words, someone who’s going to freeze to his ice isn’t ideal for a healthy relationship with imayoshi (a yandere relationship with him however…)    

But if you send for me, you know I’ll come // And if you call for me, you know I’ll run

imayoshi’s power as regards being able to control others: need i say more? but, on a non-yandere-ish note, imayoshi doesn’t often ask for your help, at least in a meaningful way. aka asking you to help him move the sofa, yeah. but asking you for help when he’s in a tricky situation with his family, less likely. so if he sincerely asks you for help, thus expressing his vulnerability, then, of course you’d run to him, wouldn’t you? it’s a show that the relationship’s finally becoming more equal. 

“Cause I'm your jazz singer and you're my cult leader”

10/10 yandere!imayoshi. i don’t think i need to expand any further. this line is just too perfect for it.  

#imayoshi shouichi #kirisaki daichi scenarios #touou #too high #knb #kuroko no basket #the basketball which kuroko plays #kuroko no basuke #lana del ray lyrics #x reader #reader insert #x you #x y/n #hcs #imagines #headcanons #scenarios #yandere

[lovelivengirlparadise]

I love you Y.G international academy, I love you touou academy, I love you shion girls academy, I love you shinonome academy, I love you seiran high school, I love you chitose bridge high school, I love you every single N girl and I hope you feel it in its entirety

#n girls love live #n girls #n card girls #llsif normals #Y.G international academy #touou academy #shion girls academy #shinonome academy #seiran high school #chitose bridge high school

[beesparlour]

a kiss on court

kagami taiga x black!reader

kagami lands on his feet, pumping his fist in the air after scoring the winning dunk against touou. before the team could crowd around him, he lifts aomine off the ground and lets him walk away, the blue haired boy obviously in deep thought. turning towards his team, a smile split against his face as his teammates rushed towards him, proud smiles on their faces. the energy in the group was high, and kagami felt buzzed, laughing as the team ruffled his hair and slapped his back approvingly.

they all gave him compliments, and approving looks, but for kagami it went in one ear and out the other.

but his mind is only thinking of one thing.

you

his red eyes turns to where you were standing. you and riko’s hands were locked tightly together jumping excitedly while spinning in circles. your cheers could be heard from across the court, and his heart warmed to see how happy you were for the team. it just proved how much you genuinely cared for all of them as their manager.

kagami stared intensely at you, and he could practically feel the adrenaline pulsing in his veins. his gaze burned holes into your head, and it caused you to turn to him, because you could feel eyes on you. and oh god. the way he was watching you had your heart pounding against your ribs.

“why’s he looking at me like that?”

“did i upset him?”

“no he can’t be upset at me, they just won!”

“is he checking me out? no i’m overthinking.”

“it’s fine y/n, it’s not that deep, girl get ahold of yourself.”

a million thoughts at once, but every single one focused on him. kagami taiga, the man that held your heart in the palm of his hand.

and he wasn’t even yours.

your pounding heart pained, but you sent him a thumbs up and proud smile. this was about him, his win. the teams win.

kagami’s heart hammered feverently against his chest, as it always did whenever you smiled at him. your smile is his favourite thing, it could make the worst loss seem better.

pulling away from the rest of the group, kagami stomped over to you, determination in every step.

“now or never kagami, use this confidence”

what felt like an eternity when it was all just two minutes, kagami’s sweaty form loomed over you, eyes trained on your own, before flitting to your lips.

you peered up at him, confused. why was he still looking at you like that. with so much want in his eyes.

a shiver ran through you as he stepped closer, eyes moving away from your lips, piercing red gaze moving to stare into your brown eyes.

clearing your throat, you asked him breathless:

“kagami”

the tall boy tilted his head, moving closer to your face, his laboured breaths fanning your lips.

“uhm, i just wanted to say good j-“

he interrupted you by pressing his lips against your own, cradling his hot hands against your warmed face. kagami was so close you could feel the heat radiating from his body, and the proximity he was in startled you, but you wasted no time in returning the kiss, he gave you the opportunity. you weren’t about to let it go.

sliding his hands down your arms, which were still glued to your sides, leaving goosebumps in his wake causing you to shiver again. he placed his hands on your waist, and pulled you closer to his body, and you immediately looped your arms around his neck, playing with the red tufts at the nape of his neck.

the crowds cheers swelled, and you were the first to, reluctantly pull away once you remembered your surroundings. kagami’s eyes were still on you, hooded and dark. he wanted more.

peeking behind his shoulder, some of the team looked shocked, and some smug as if they were waiting for it to happen, waiting for one of you two to finally break.

you hid in his neck in embarrassment and groaned. kagami, was slightly red but regretted none of his actions, his heart was still singing.

“i’ve been wanting to do that for so long” he whispered in your ear.

“you’ll get another opportunity, when we get back to my place?” you suggested, looking up at him hopefully.

kagami almost broke his neck from how enthusiastically he nodded and you laughed at him.

going on your toes you whispered

“we can have a little more, privacy.” you kissed his cheek and practically skipped away towards riko, leaving a shocked kagami behind you.

“she’s gonna be the death of me”

a/n - how do you write better kissing scenes this is so sick😒 hope y’all liked this tho cause i was really kicking my feet writing it.

@vespersposts

#kagami taiga #knb scenarios #knb x black reader #kuroko's basketball #black!reader #blackreader #knb fic #knb x reader #kuroko no basket #kagami taiga x black!reader #kagami taiga x blackreader

[kurokonobrainrot]

One more for the ship tier list. Hmm......Hanamiya just because

Hanamiya ships tier list

ImaHana is an amazing ship and i take no criticism on that. It's always hilarious to see Hanamiya who is so disrespectful and full of himself being so afraid of Imayoshi what happened during middle school ? Hanamiya became an uncrowned king, but he plays in the same position as Imayoshi who got recruted by Touou. Does it means Hanamiya only became a regular and Uncrowned king in his 3rd year once Imayoshi joined high school? Is that why he is so weird when he talks about Imayoshi, because he used to live in his shadow ? Was Imayoshi the one who taught him how to play so well? So many questions and we will never have the answers.

For Kiyoshi, i know that's a fucked up ship but it's funny so i like it. And Hanamiya is so obsessed with Kyoshi there is literally no way to justify it apart from 'Hanamiya has a crush and is very upset about it'. And Kiyoshi is still so nice to him ? Like why would you be nice to the guy who destroyed your knee twice if you didn't like him. Also Kiyoshi is such a perfect kind guys that it would be funny if his type was 'the biggest asshole around'. They would be horrible for each other though, so i hope for them they'll never be a thing.

Hanamiya and Kentaro make a perfect team and they respect each other a lot. No one else could work so well with Hanmiya. Let's be honest, the only thing that makes Haizaki more annoying than Hanamiya is that at least Hanamiya is nice to his team and they have good teamwork.

#i know it's an unpopular opinion like both hanamiya and haizaki #first of all their matches were great in a 'i want to punch them in the face so hard they'll cry' way #also they are so funny like guys your inferiority complex is so evident i'm surprised you still try to be cocky #and last of all they are just kids #i can't seriously look at a 16-17 year old and think 'a yeah what a dangerous bad guy' go buy a lolipop or something #hanamiya makoto #ship tier list

[knbposting]

(fuck last game btw, that is not canon. i refuse to believe that kagami just FUCKS OFF. he stays and completes high school. he stays and gets to play against everyone again.)

#seirin #touou #knb #kurobas #knb polls #aokaga #polls #im intrigued by this bc i've written both a seirin win and a seirin loss #i personally am leaning toward kagami having a plateau and he has to seriously push himself to break past it #unfortunately the timing isnt great and even tho extra/last game goes well for him he just cant keep up with aomine #who has until this point not been going to practise #AND was the only member ? or one of the only members of vorpal swords who stayed on the court the whole game #i simply think that says something about his skill level

[zabiume]

now hang on a moment let's hear more about Ichigo meet the knb crew asgdsfaha

Now you've truly done it. This is all your fault.

1) Logic dictates that the schools Karakura High would most likely play against are Touou, Seirin, and Shuutoku since they're all in the Tokyo district.

2) It is a canon fact that Ichigo is good at sports, giving us major It Girl vibes, but he did play with the basketball club in particular on contract for an unspecified period somewhere around the time the Winter Cup ended.

3) In the FB arc, Ichigo seems utterly disinterested in the sports themselves; his true goal is to play for the club that pays him the most money. While Ichigo is an endearing and loveable protagonist in our verse, the Law of Sports Anime dictates that this would actually make him an antagonist in their verse. The idea that anyone would play basketball without loving it would definitely not sit right with the Basketball Boys, though I only see Kuroko and Kagami being willing to do something about it. Can you imagine? Seirin vs Karakura, but Kuroko keeps trying to get Ichigo to see the appeal of basketball while Ichigo is distracted by the possibility that he can see ghosts again (because he thinks Kuroko is a ghost).

Funnier still: Shuutoku vs Karakura, where Midorima, who abides by astrology for his every life decision, encounters Ichigo, who loathes it. I think Ichigo would be determined to win on principle alone though I'm not sure how he would fare against the iconic Midorima/Takao partnership. I do desperately want Takao and Orihime to meet, though, because come on. MidoTaka 🤝 IchiHime supremacy (Gotta love the Sunshine x Grumps, right?)

Funniest of all: You know how Ichigo doesn't really care about fighting someone all that much unless they have a bone to pick with his friends? You know how Aomine's type of women is. Um. Yeah. I think it would be hilarious if Aomine decided to hit on Orihime, and Ichigo, ala that iconic scene with Shinji, decides to teach him a lesson through basketball (because let's be real: that's the only place you could ever teach Aomine anything). Ichigo does a brilliant job putting Aomine in his place in the first two quarters, and he thinks maybe this will make the guy apologize, but now Aomine is interested in him instead. Also, consequently: Aomine goes into the Zone.

Ichigo: What is 'the Zone?'

Aomine: *KnB-esque monologue that completely goes over Ichigo's head*

Orihime, helpfully (from the audience): I think it's Bankai for basketball players.

I don't think Karakura High has what it takes to make it far into the league, so the chances of them meeting Akashi and Murasakibara are pretty slim. Maybe if Ichigo put some effort in and tried to shape this team up to be the Number One in Japan. Alexa play 'Number One' (TYBW Version). Too bad he only cares about inconsequential things, like the fate of the universe, and the balance between life and death, and protecting people. Boooooo. Get real. #ballislife

#ichigo would say something like 'basketball is full of guys who can't stop monologuing for two goddamn seconds' like pot-kettle babe! #kuroko could do bankai but could ichigo do the zone? probably. they're the two best boys in shonen after all #thank you for this btw i love seeing fellow knb/bleach fans you have spectacular taste #asks #kurobas tag

[spatio-rift]

The seniors who fought alongside the Generation of Miracles!

Strkys page from bright colors! i love you guys. so much. 🥺🌟 below the cut is the transcription as usual. hope you enjoy it💝

Strky: A team made up of Seirin’s former rivals who graduated this spring! They won a tournament that served as a qualifier for a special match against Jabberwock.

The seniors who fought alongside the Generation of Miracles!

Imayoshi Shouichi: The former captain of Touou Academy! He’s excellent at reading his opponent’s thoughts. He’s also the one who formed Strky.

Okamura Kenichi: The former captain of Yosen, affectionately (?) nicknamed “cleft-chinned gorilla” by his juniors! He made his college debut with a stylish hairstyle!?

Miyaji Kiyoshi: A Shuutoku graduate who’s got a bit of a sharp tongue! He played the small forward position in high school. His younger brother is also a member of Shuutoku’s basketball club.

Kasamatsu Yukio: The former captain of Kaijou’s basketball team, and one of the best point guards in the country! He’s hot-blooded, and thoroughly whipped his junior Kise into shape back in high school.

Higuchi Shouta: And the last member of Strky is Rakuzan’s former manager! He stepped back on the court after entering university.

They’re good friends even in private!? They see each other even outside of the team, as shown by Kasamatsu and Okamura eating lunch together, etc. -> this part is literally so funny to me its so... gossipy? i almost wanted to write it like “Kasamatsu and Okamura spotted eating together👀 could these five guys from different universities actually enjoy each others company outside of the team they formed for fun?!”

yosens nickname for okamura is アゴリラ... combining ago (chin) and gorilla... theyre so mean to him... okamura i think youre handsome :(

#kuroko no basket #team strky #imayoshi shouichi #kasamatsu yukio #miyaji kiyoshi #okamura kenichi #higuchi shouta #knb #imayoshinobasuke #trucs #strky #strky knb you will always be famous!! #genuinely i think strky is so good for okamura specifically. they wouldnt tease or make fun of him at all. #kasamatsu can even somewhat relate to his girl struggles. hes gonna gain so much confidence #next time yosen sees him they roast him the same as before and he just laughs it off leaving them completely speechless.

[bittermoonswrites]

Hello, can I ask from this ask game :

https://www.tumblr.com/threecheersforinking/677824836625694720/anime-ask-game?source=share

For anime/manga : Haikyuu, Kuroko no Basket, Jojo Bizarre Adventure and Jujutsu Kaisen.

Thanks 🌻

Haikyuu!:

Favorite Character: Hinata Shouyou

Favorite Arc/Episode/Scene: Karasuno vs. Aoba Johsai at the spring high

Character I Think is Underrated: Yaku Morisuke

Character I Think is Overrated: None of them!

Favorite Ship/Pairing: Iwaoi

Something I Love About the Show/Movie: I love how optimistic Haikyuu is through the very end.

Kuroko no Basket

Favorite Character: Kuroko Tetsuya. He isn't Shonen Hero Material—he isn't loud, flashy, and a smooth talker that's the center of attention. He's practically invisible! Nobody notices him! But he is our hero anyway. I love that the manga's name isn't Kagami's Basketball, it's Kuroko's Basketball. This is his game and how he wants to play it on his terms without living in the shadow of the Generation of Miracles.

Favorite Arc/Episode/Scene: Seirin vs. Touou at the Winter Cup

Character I Think is Underrated: Himuro Tatsuya, his foil potential to both Kagami and Murasakibara was excellent

Character I Think is Overrated: it's been a long time, I can't think of who I'd say is overrated

Favorite Ship/Pairing: AkaFuri

Something I Love About the Show/Movie: The animation still mostly holds up ten years later. Production IG was on the top of their game for the anime, and a lot of their sports anime since have disappointed me when it comes to animation quality.

JJBA

Favorite Character: Kishibe Rohan

Favorite Arc/Episode/Scene: too many to name—a few are True Man's World in Part 7, Red Hot Chili Peppers in Part 4, Made in Heaven in 6, anything with Joseph Joestar in Part 2

Character I Think is Underrated: Yasuho in Part 8. I would kill to have her stand Paisley Park IRL, it's perfect for the digital age.

Character I Think is Overrated: very hot take but Giorno Giovanna

Favorite Ship/Pairing: Tie for Jolyne/Hermes and Gyro/Johnny

Something I Love About the Show/Movie: I've been a JoJo buff for so long that I don't even know if it's good anymore, I'll keep watching and reading it.

JJK

Favorite Character: Tied between Gojo, Geto, and Megumi

Favorite Arc/Episode/Scene: Hidden Inventory

Character I Think is Underrated: Shoko

Character I Think is Overrated: Sukuna. Yes, it's a hot take, but I find Kenjaku a lot more interesting as a character. Sukuna is just evil because he's evil, and to me that's kind of boring.

Favorite Ship/Pairing: Satosugu

Something I Love About the Show/Movie: Hidden Inventory. Every JJK fic I've written is a fixit for Hidden Inventory. It's literally fueled 4 years of brainrot.

#bittermoons has asks!