#Kirisaki Daiichi

[madammidnightsblog]

Kirisaki Daiichi Edging

Warning : edging, handjob, mommy kink, dacryphilla, slight pain kink, degrading, fingering, gagging, rimming, eating out, vibrator, thigh riding, marking

Hanamiya

"Fuck, Mommy please, shit, please slow down, oh god, please Mommy!" He cried, warm tears falling down his tear-stained face as your hand only pumped his dick faster, giving his angry purplish tip more attention.

The precum and lube made it easier to move your hand on his sensitive cock, loving the high pitch whines and cries from as the pleasure built up quickly. You loved seeing the usually sadistic and cocky man becoming a babbling and crying mess under your touch no matter what you did, it made your pussy clench around nothing. His hands were weakly pushing your hand away, but your free hand was quick to hold his wrists to his chest as your hand only faster. His hips raised while weakly thrusting into your wet fist, but you pulled away which made him whimper and beg you to touch him again. Scoffing at his needy behavior, you decided to smack his dick that stood proudly, and it earned you a sweet mewl along with a sob. It's been an hour of nonstop edging and teasing which he rightfully earned, but they didn't stop him from demanding for more.

"Such an indecisive whore you are. One minute you're telling me to stop then the next you're begging for more. I can't believe how fucking dumb you are to think I would even give in though as if you didn't basically beg for a punishment from your attitude. You're lucky I'm even fucking touching your pathetic dick." You spat with every smack to his dick, and it only made him throw his head back onto your shoulder, moaning like a bitch in heat along with small whines.

"Y-You're acting, shit, like you're..you’re not enjoying this." He moaned as his dick twitched from the arousing abuse you gave it.

Furuhashi

Two fingers of yours were thrusting eagerly in his sopping hole, watching how it fluttered and clenched around your fingers as he held his cheeks apart for you. A ball gag was placed in his mouth as drool dripped from the white gag as moans muffled and vibrated behind it as your fingers curled slightly, hitting his abused prostate. Lust filled eyes watching you as his eyebrows knitted together when your fingers scissor him open ever so slightly before pulling them out which earned you a soft whine from him. His hole fluttered and twitched at the sudden emptiness, and he silently pleaded for something to fill him which you gladly did so by giving his hole a small kiss which made his breath hitch before you pushed your tongue into him. Your tongue swirled and probed at his velvety walls that had his hips jolting away but pushing back on the small muscle as airy groans behind the gag filled the room. His eyes were blinking away the tears that formed as your tongue was massage his swollen gland which made his toes curled in arousal.

"Mmh!" He moaned as his nails dug into the fat of his ass to keep him grounded, his knuckles turning white along with his nails that where pressing crescents into his skin.

Pulled back you teasingly licked at his hole with a giggle, "You're so cute." You purred before shoving your tongue back at it, teasing his walls by swirling your wet muscle as the taste of the strawberry lube filled your senses.

Hara

"You like that huh?" You moaned as you pressed the vibrator to his leaking tip which he dumbly nodded.

His eyes were screwed shut as he tried to focus on not cumming yet despite your other hand fondling his balls which had him on edge, "Like it a lot! I like it a lot, Mama!" He moaned as the vibrator was trailing down his shaft and balls before pressed against his twitching hole since his legs were forced open by your knees.

Seeing him twitching and moaning so much, you knew he was close to cumming so you lowered the volume of the toy before drawing circles on his balls to get a soft grunt. He loved his balls being played with so you were making sure they got a lot of attention while leaning forward to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth before pushing his bangs back to see his eyes slowly opening to stare up at you in lust. He whimpered for a proper kiss so you pulled him into a soft kiss, lips slowly moving in sync which he moaned into it as you dragged the vibrator up his base back to his tip and smeared the beads of precum that was bubbling up. Pulling away, Hara licked away the strings of saliva before biting his lip as you tell him how pretty he looked right now.

Yamazaki

"Mommy.. Mommy.." He whines as he grinded down on your thigh, dragging his cock painfully slowly against your leg in an attempt to edge himself.

He was pent up from practice and games. He needed to do something to get him off and what better way than riding his Mommy's thigh that he loved so much. Your mouth was busy kissing his neck and shoulders as your hands held his hips to help him and he melted into your touch so easily which made him desperate to make you tell him how much of a good boy he was, he was in desperate need to be called your good boy. His hips moved faster as your teeth brushed against his collar bone before you sucked on the soft skin. Pooling of precum on your thigh made you coed when you pulled away and watched how his face became a dazed and needy expression as he looked at you for any praise which you happily gave.

"My good boy using Mommy to get off, hm? Using my thigh to feel good just like a good boy would." You cupped his face and pressed a kiss to his nose which made him almost cum on spot from

[myriadlabrynth]

The full Kiridai cut from the 10th anniversary audio drama, rough translation by me

Would definitely recommend the Season 2 Vol. 4 and Season 3 Vol. 6 audio dramas, for context around Hanamiya’s online gaming adventures

[vanilla--shake]

Seto can easily pass as an adult, so when Kirisaki Daiichi needs to celebrate a victory or lift their spirits after a loss, his fixed task is to get the alcohol.

[drafts-and-delusions]

KNB Bad boys with a soft spot for you

Rating: SFW Character/s: Hanamiya, Imayoshi, Haizaki, Nash

Hanamiya Makoto

People call him cruel. Vicious. Dirty. You never disagreed. But you noticed something else, too.

He doesn't correct people when they get your name wrong. He just stares until they shut up. He walks a little slower when he knows you’re tired. He always has a second snack tucked away, even if he says it’s “not for you” (it always ends up in your bag anyway).

Once, he caught you spacing out mid-practice and flicked your forehead, muttering, “You planning to survive with that tiny attention span?”

Hanamiya doesn’t say sweet things. But he remembers your birthday. And your favorite convenience store snack. And what you look like when you’re about to cry because he hates seeing it.

“Don’t expect me to coddle you,” he said once. But you’ve never felt safer walking beside him.

Imayoshi Shoichi

You never really caught him looking. He was too good for that.

But then you started noticing it. The way he’d adjust his pace to match yours during walks. How he’d pretend to read something when you were speaking, just to hear the way you talked when you thought no one was really listening.

Imayoshi doesn't flirt the way most people do. He makes you feel like you’re in on something.

“You’re surprisingly thoughtful,” you told him once. “I prefer the term ‘strategic,’” he replied with a smile.

He'd hand you things before you asked. Finish your sentences without being smug about it. And when you caught a cold and didn’t show up to school, he didn’t text.

He showed up at your house with porridge and said,

“I figured if I waited for you to ask for help, I’d be wasting a perfectly good Tuesday.”

Haizaki Shougo

He didn’t mean to care. He really didn’t.

But then he saw the way people talked over you. The way some senior bumped your shoulder in the hallway. The way you shrugged it off, pretending it didn’t sting.

“You let people walk all over you like that?” he snapped. You blinked. “It’s not that deep.” “It is if it’s you.”

After that, he started walking closer to your side. Elbowed louder guys out of the way. Glared at anyone who raised their voice near you, even if it wasn’t serious.

You told him once that he didn’t need to fight your battles.

“I know,” he simply muttered.

And that was the closest thing he’s ever said to I care about you.

Nash Gold Jr.

He never said it outright that he liked you. Nash didn’t speak affection into existence. He proved it.

He opened doors without fanfare. Knew your class schedule better than you did. Once made a player on another team apologize for bumping into you, not with violence, but with the kind of eye contact that made your skin crawl from ten feet away.

And yet, with you?

His voice lowered. His steps slowed. His expression softened.

“You look tired,” he said once, tilting your chin gently. “Didn’t sleep,” you mumbled. “Next time you need rest, tell me. I’ll take care of it.”

You weren’t sure what that meant. You didn’t ask. But the next day, two of your professors mysteriously postponed their deadlines, and someone anonymously left a full lunch on your desk.

Nash doesn’t ask to be needed. But he’s always there. Powerful. Steady. Yours. Even if he’ll never say the word.

I suddenly miss knb for no reason. The last time i’ve watched/read smth related to knb was a looooong time ago but i gotta scratch the itch. I know they're assholes but let a girl dream!

[captain-violence]

No but stage play Hanamiya (Ota Motohito) is a god. I'm convinced.

[kirisaki-daichi-scenarios]

How'd you think kiridai, haizaki, imayoshi, nash and jason would use insta? (I know it isn't popular in Japan but still)

Hanamiya Makoto

his account used to be public but he made it private after getting fed up of having to delete comments like “you scumbag you broke my friend’s ribs rot in hell” from his posts which were just cute pictures of the kiridai cat (yes i’m bringing this ancient headcanon back) 

so now he only allows follows from people he knows and trusts which means literally just the kiridai team, imayoshi, maybe a couple classmates, and his mum 

and then within that circle, he has the other kiridai boys on his close friends list and they’re the ones who see the stories that ‘reveal his true nature’ 

like hanamiya sees that someone who played against him has made a post about their journey going through shoulder rehab (no guessing who gave them their shoulder issues), so he reposts that post to his close friends story with the caption “time for a round two?”

meanwhile the posts his mum sees are just pictures of the kiridai cat or pages from some books he’s been reading recently

(n.b. hanamiya’s mum very rarely uses instagram. she only uses the account to keep up with family members, and only made it in the first place because hanamiya had just made his and she wanted to make sure he didn’t get cyberbullied. 

meanwhile her son is the one who has been repeatedly suspended from instagram for bullying.)

Hara Kazuya

has a lot of accounts and if not for the fact that he has basketball and other hobbies he would be chronically online

so there’s one main account which has just a couple photos that make him look cool (a photo of him dunking, or him drumming with good lighting) and occasionally he’ll post a picture on his stories of the city under a dawn sky and a note of the time so everyone knows he’s out grinding streetball at stupid o’clock. 

the main account is his only public account and he only really has it so that, if anyone (family friends, basketball players from other schools) search him up, those curated posts are all they’ll see. he only posts that occasional story in order to see if anyone’s been stalking him.

then there’s the finsta which is what he’s most active on. he posts several times a week on this account and the posts are all either 1) shitposts and memes that make little to no sense, 2) pictures of fellow kiridai members at very bad angles, or 3) photos from matches that he wants to mock, like a picture of kiyoshi’s face in agony as his knee got broken with the caption “tfw tanaka-sensei sets a pop quiz.”

and finally hara has his assortment of troll accounts, most of which he uses to pretend to be a high school girl living in the general Tokyo area so that he can catfish classmates when he’s bored. 

hara has so many of these accounts that he’s created a cinematic universe of his own with elaborate storylines about the tumultuous friendships between these non-existent girls. they’ve become kiridai’s answer to d&d whenever the boys are bored.

plus these catfish accounts have now become strategic. several of the ‘girls’ are in talking stages, and even online relationships with, basketball players from other schools. this means that a) hara can get intel from the players and b) as soon as any important match comes around, he breaks up with/ghosts the guy, in the hope that it’ll make them place worse.

it goes without saying that it was hanamiya who invented this innovative technique of psychological warfare but hara’s the one who puts the hours in - to the point where it would be a little suspicious how well he can pretend to be a teen girl in love if not for the shit-eating grin on his face whenever he goes through his collection of screenshots of messages begging “her” to take them back 

(sidenote - can you imagine how well okamura would fall for this?) 

(i’m thinking of a yandere!okamura x catfish!hara fic…)

Furuhashi Kojiro 

has two Instagram accounts

account number one is the one his teammates/family/friends follow. it’s a private account that he doesn’t use very much apart from liking friends’ posts. he has a few photos on there, but mostly photos of scenery from holidays

account number two is public, with around 10k followers. it’s completely anonymous and no one irl knows he has it. this account posts quite regularly and every post is an aesthetic picture either of his plants or what he’s baked recently. and when i say aesthetic, i mean aesthetic: the perfect warm lighting and usually some berries or something framing the centrepiece of the photo. 

the captions are usually quite short and wholesome: “making melonpan can be difficult but i find the challenge refreshing” “when the days become stressful, i turn to these larch bonsai to remind myself to stand tall” “i am trying a new macaroon recipe. may it bring great riches.”

he’s also started posting some reels on this account, mostly timelapses of bread rising or plants growing etc

furu uses very few hashtags but somehow still gets super high engagement. his followers adore him and have collectively assumed he’s a fem lesbian living in the countryside somewhere with her beloved girlfriend. (furuhashi naturally never corrects anyone because he wants to keep it anonymous.) the comments are all “cottagecore queen” “i owe all my mental health to you” “the only unproblematic account on Instagram” 

so yeah, on instagram, furu is considered an angel

Jason Silver

this man has not posted a single photo where he is not shirtless

and his stories are like 30% videos from streetball practice and 70% thirst traps which he pretends he’s posting to show his gains... but everyone knows he’s just posting them to try attract the three women who followed him back

his following is around 50% ‘baddies’, 45% nba players, and 5% friends and a few streetballers that he’s played against before

(he follows very few streetballers because he thinks it’s beneath him to follow losers and see how they’re improving. he’s so good at basketball he has no need for that, duh.)

(in reality he has no need to stalk prospective opponents because nash does it for him.)

also actually headcanon that most of jason’s posts are videos of him breaking the hoop while dunking or just generally basketball action shots, because jason can’t pose in front of a camera to save his life

you can’t blame him really - that’s a lot of man to fit in one small lens

Haizaki Shougo

no profile photo, no posts: 100% anonymous account. man just uses his Instagram account to get material to jerk off too - pretty much every single account he follows is of an onlyfans model. (he would still be following some female classmates and kise’s ex girlfriend if not for the fact that they’ve all blocked him.)

in the end, haizaki has no friends to interact with and no aesthetic life he can post about, so why would be bother having a more social instagram

added bonus of the anonymous account is that he can use it to stalk others - and he does like his stalking. 

sometimes he stalks the gom’s accounts, and he tells himself it’s just to make fun of them being desperate for likes or looking pretentious, but really he gets a “what could have been” feeling from scrolling through all the photos (and it hurts -- especially seeing videos of them playing together like back in middle school.)

and sometimes haizaki stalks his fukuda sogo teammates. again, he tells himself it’s just to mock them, and he’ll see photos of them hanging out together and be like “what fucking losers who would want to be seen with them.” but there’s a little pang of loneliness in his heart all the same.

Yamazaki Hiroshi

has had the same instagram account since he was 10 and he never deletes or archives any posts so if you scroll far down enough, you’ll find videos of pre-pubescent him and hara doing ‘parkour’ (literally just jumping over benches and off swings) or those chain posts like “share this with five friends or you’ll be haunted forever.)

zaki’s is a private account with a couple hundred followers - his teammates obviously but also family, cousins, some classmates, some of hara’s catfish accounts, and even a couple fellow high school basketballers from distant enough teams that they somehow haven’t realised that zaki is a member of the infamous kiridai. 

he posts semi-regularly and mostly just very normal, mundane posts - photos from family holidays, a tasty udon noodle bowl he had the other day and maybe the occasional streetball photo (typically with one of the kiridai boys in the frame instead of zaki – zaki’s not a huge fan of photos of himself)

zaki’s feed is mostly hara’s shitposts and also streaming clips from his various video games, and if you do ever see his account in the ‘wild’, it will be him backing up hara’s finsta after hara made a particularly outrageous comment somewhere

because a real friendship takes two people: Person 1 who just stirs shit up, and Person 2 who defends Person 2’s shit-stirring by cursing out every commenter who criticises them

[knbzone]

[anonymousbardd]

꒰ ☕ ꒱ ┊: Made For Each Other

↳ Makoto Hanamiya x FReader

"Mako-san! Ohayo!" The young bubbly girl greeted, and she made her way to her lover, Hanamiya Makoto, who was currently taking a break from practice. Her raven-haired lover smiled and gave her a pat on the head, "Good morning, how's your classes?" He asked, the young girl smiled and showed Hanamiya five test papers with high marks. The young man chuckled and ruffled (F/n)'s hair, "Nice work sweetie," he said with a smirk. Hara popped his gum and loudly complained, "Oi, stop flirting in front of me!" He shouts.

Hanamiya Makoto is a well-known man on the basketball court, he's considered an "Uncrowned King". Those who play very skillfully but don't get as much recognition as the GoM (Generation OF Miracles).

The Kirisaki Daiichi basketball team is known for its dirty playstyle, they don't play by the rules, and that's how they strive to the top. In a field filled with different animals, they are the predators that hunt those who're weaker than them.

Hanamiya Makoto, the captain and coach of the Kirisaki Daiichi basketball team, is known to be the most sadistic and selfish person. He's a man that steals people's dreams and crushes them.

A disgusting man who doesn't care about anything else but be number one. A lot of girls had confessed their feelings for him, but they were all brutally turned down.

Because those girls want nothing more than to irritate their parents, they're going through their rebellious phase and have a weird attraction for the "bad boy" type.

Due to the countless rejections that Hanamiya gave, everyone thought that he just wasn't interested in love at all, they all painted him as a man without a heart.

So what a surprise when they find out that he got together with the most kind and selfless person in their whole school, (F/n) (L/n).

No one has expected such a dynamic, especially for someone like Hanamiya.

"Ne... (L/n)-san, is it okay if I ask you something?" A young girl from asked approached, (F/n) smiled and stopped what she was doing to face her friend, "Sure, you can ask me anything!"

"Well... I know this is kind of inappropriate, but why did you choose to date Hanamiya-san?" The girl asked, (F/n) looked a little surprised, she then giggled and tilted her head, "Why not? He's such a sweetie!"

A lot of people heard, and they all turned their heads to her, in their minds, they were thinking, "What the hell does she mean by that?"

(F/n) sighed sat down on her chair and looked out the window, "He's really sweet and passionate about the things he's interested in, he always checks up on me and helps me with a lot of things."

As the young girl kept doting on her boyfriend, Hanamiya walked into the classroom which instantly filled the room with thick tension, his menacing demeanor had made everybody turn their heads away.

"Oi, move out of my way..," He said, looking down at a poor classmate.

"Mako-chan!" (F/n) called out in excitement, she ran towards him and jumped in his arms, she giggled and gave him a peck on the cheek, "We're in front of the whole class..." Hanamiya muttered, (F/n) rolled her eyes and smiled, "So? I don't care," she said.

Hanamiya noticed the lingering eyes and got frustrated, "What the hell are you idiots looking at?!" He said frowning, (F/n) lightly punched Hanamiya, "Hey! Don't say those things! They're your classmates!"

He groaned and rolled his eyes, the two of them then walked out of the classroom to get lunch together.

"I wonder what (L/n)-San sees in him..." A young girl muttered as she watched the two couple walk out of the classroom.

A boy hummed and thought for a moment before suddenly getting an idea, "It's because they balance each other out, one's the sun and the other is a moon, though they're the opposite, it sits in just right. Like salt and pepper!"

The same girl hummed and nodded, "You're right... I guess it's just the fact that those two are made for each other."

A/N: I know Hanamiya Makoto may not be everybody's cup of tea, but he's just my favorite character from KnB. I have a thing for sadists please don't judge me :'0.

[the-fandom-goblin]

Kirisaki Daiichi headcanon

Most people I've seen think that Hanamiya got into Kirisaki Daiichi by being rich. I feel like he got in on a scholarship. Assuming it was harder around that time for a single mom to get enough money for a tuition, it seems more likely Hanamiya got in via a scholarship.

[extant-exhaustion]

You ever see a post just so fucking stupid? Just so dumb? Just so clown-shoes that you can’t even formulate a reply because what in the fuck is even going on right now m’guy?

[cadejpeg]

can we talk about how evil Kirisaki Daiichi and Makoto Hanamiya are??? straight up injuring other players 😭😭

having said that the spider web is super cool and I wish we saw more of it 😔

[itsallanimeandgames]

Suppression (2)

Alpha Hanamiya Makoto x Omega Y/N

Omegaverse  |  Angst  |  Drama  |  Romance

Warnings: Language, Violence, Mature/Suggestive Content

Hanamiya Makoto discovers you aren’t an alpha.

<--- Previous   Next --->

Hanamiya didn’t bother with introductions, instead, he showed you around the club room and then the gymnasium. The guys were scattered around, some were warming up while others rested on the benches. One was even lying on the bench with a mask over his eyes in full slumber.

Your entrance brought them to a standstill, but Hanamiya paid them no attention.

“There’s a teacher in charge of overseeing us, but he never comes around. We just fill out the form weekly to notify our use of the gym and expenses when necessary for games or training camps.”

Everything seemed simple enough, but you wondered who exactly was Hanamiya Makoto? He was obviously someone influential if the school had allowed him to coach the team himself. It was similar to the deal you had been offered the other day.

“Like I mentioned before, you don’t have to know about basketball but I’ll teach you when necessary.”

You nodded.

“Any questions?”

"Do I have to decide now?” You looked around while adjusting your bag over your shoulder. It seemed the team was smaller than usual which made it ideal, but you weren’t too sure this was a good idea. Masquerading as an alpha could be easier if you kept other alphas close and your intuition was telling you Hanamiya was just that.

"Yes, unless you want to waste your time teaching opportunistic idiots to play a sport they aren’t remotely interested in and therefore will forever remain mediocre at best.”

That’s when you realized he had overheard your conversation. He knew exactly what you had been thinking too. You sighed, “I don’t want that...”

“Then welcome to the team.” With these words, Hanamiya called the others over.

You were only slightly intimidated by the group of guys that nearly towered over you with their height. Had this been back in middle school you would think nothing of them.

“So, we got a manager after all…” Yamazaki teased Hanamiya for doing something he had previously opposed. He would have gone on to further his point if it weren’t for Furuhashi jabbing his elbow into his gut to stop him from pissing off Hanamiya.

“A cute one too,” Hara seized his bubble blowing to smile at you. He appreciated your choice to opt out of wearing any stockings or knee-high socks. Like this, your legs were perfectly on display.

Although his eyes weren’t visible you caught his line of sight lowering more than needed to meet your eyes. But guys like him who openly flirted with such nonchalance were best ignored so you did nothing but greet them all.

“Hello, I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.” Your family name was always omitted from your greetings to discourage being associated with them. Unfortunately, most already knew you thanks to your brother’s slip of the tongue just before your high school entrance. He had revealed the school you would be attending in an interview when he was asked about you. 

“Seto and Hara are both in our class,” Hanamiya pointed out in hopes of keeping introductions short. “Furuhashi and Yamazaki, are the other two.”

“Hello,” you repeated your greeting to the two you had never seen before.

Hanamiya handed you the clipboard he had been holding. The first paper on top was a club form that stated you would be entering the basketball team as manager.  “Fill it out and take it to the administrative office.”

It was nearly complete, except for your name and signature. Presumably by Hanamiya himself.

“You can go home for today.”

And just like that, a whirlwind decision changed the course of your desired school life.

After several days of practice, you managed to learn their names and positions. It was unintentional but you somehow managed to learn a lot about the game just by watching. The rest were tidbits of information Hanamiya threw at you.

For the most part, you helped with the paperwork, equipment maintenance, and taking notes on the practices.

As it turned out Kirisaki Daiichi was a school known for its basketball team. It was a strong competitor in the region and the country. Despite not being an all-alpha high school it seemed to always recruit an all-alpha team. This year it was no different.

It also explained why you had been chosen as manager.

Soon you were spending so much time around them that others misjudged your relationship.

One particularly annoying misjudgment was made by those interested in the alphas. Among them was a socially adept girl named Yua who, unbeknownst to you, had a past with Hanamiya.

As an omega, she knew her boundaries and hid her animosity to keep her image of superiority over the rest of the first-year omegas.

That is until a few months later.

You had finally fallen into a comfortable routine.

Official games were due to start soon which meant you were finally going to see them in action. Before that Hanamiya had you set up a few practice games. This required you to spend more time together.

Hanamiya was getting tired of having to wait until after or between classes to talk to you so he decided to make some changes.

You came into class to find your seat at the front of the class occupied by someone else. Just as you were about to confront her, she beat you to it.

“You think you’re better than us and look down on us...” The girl was so upset she voiced the narrative she had chosen to push now that you somehow managed to take her spot. “I don’t know what you did to Hanamiya-san you-” She bit her tongue remembering what he had told her.

You looked up and over to the back where a single empty seat was left in front of the previously mentioned dark-haired individual. A smirk blatantly adorned his face as he awaited you.

To stop the scene from escalating further you quietly accepted the seat change for now. Multiple pairs of eyes followed your every move as you sat down.

Your new seat was now in front of Hanamiya while Seto slept comfortably to his left and Hara sat in front of Seto. They all sat together in the far corner where they often did as they liked with little to no consequence. 

As soon as you settled into the seat you turned around to question Hanamiya. 

“Is there a reason for this sudden seat change?”

“We just wanted our manager to feel closer to the team,” Hara commented after popping his bubblegum a few times.

"It’s more convenient this way.”

“I see...”  You turned back around indifferent to where you sat. 

A sentiment Yua did not share.

From then on you found yourself merging into their group. It seemed easier to go along with them than contest their behavior. For the most part, they never bothered you although Hara did annoy you from time to time with his sexual comments or when they collectively got around to recounting their sexual exploits.

That’s when you would tune out and go off on your own or look for the golf enthusiast who was slowly inching her way into your life.

All in all, it seemed everything was going well in your school life.

By the time you realized what kind of guys they were, it was too late to turn back. Your name had become synonymous with the team.

\\\

After attending their first official game you were left stunned by their methods.

Outside the gymnasium, you stood off to the side watching Hara’s victim getting loaded into the back of an ambulance. The guy seemed much better now that they had administered some first aid, but you still recalled the way his groans of pain echoed through the gymnasium as he curled up on the shiny floors.

The other school’s staff held back from voicing their complaints when they saw you. It was yet another instance of your name precedes you. Instead, they silently filled out the paperwork required in times like these and handed you a copy.

The other players were a different story. They openly directed their pointed looks towards you. A few muttered their discontent out of earshot.

You bid them a safe trip back as you always did back when you were playing tennis. It was good sportsmanship overall, but you did it recalling the lessons your mother ingrained in you about her ideal image for you of a gracious winner.

Once they were all gone you heard someone approaching you. “What did you think of your first official game as our manager?”

You looked over your shoulder to see Hanamiya. He handed you your bag in exchange for the clipboard in your hands.

He glanced at the paperwork momentarily. His actual goal was to examine your reaction, a reaction that he had guessed yet awaited your response. It was pleasant to see everything turn out the way he had predicted. With you as their manager, they could get away with much more.

Truthfully you didn’t condone cheating or violence. 

“An elbow to the ribs...” you trailed off recalling how the other team immediately called out the foul. At the time Seto had slipped his mask up momentarily to explain to you that the others were blocking the referee’s view so it would go unnoticed.

They had only tested this out about twice before, in practice games before you had joined as their manager. It was Hanamiya’s way of breaking the opposing team, something he found much more entertaining than winning the game.

Perhaps the fact that you had been lying about yourself had shifted your moral compass to the point where you no longer found yourself able to judge others. “You could have won without that.”

“Easily,” Hanamiya responded, confirming your thoughts. “But,” he added. A smirk plastered on his face now that your eyes met his. “It wouldn’t have been as entertaining.”

Your lukewarm response was just as he had imagined. The day he happened upon your conversation in the hall he knew there was something familiar about you. It would take some time to draw it out, but he was sure you had the potential to resonate with him.

From then on, you dealt with Kirisaki Daiichi’s reputation, the one Hanamiya had carefully cultivated.

Kirisaki Daiichi began garnering the attention and social acknowledgment it had wanted. Because an alpha of your caliber attended the mixed school so proudly, higher society began to consider it a diamond in the rough that only your family had seen potential in.

As the proud captain brought you along to all practices and games. You were a sort of status symbol to Hanamiya Makoto, a bastard son of an important political figure. His mother, an omega, was the mistress who seduced a married man. There was little to no hope of him inheriting anything from his father although he was given the family name and enough money to live a comfortable life.

However, Hanamiya was not one to be satisfied with the bare minimum. He always wanted more than what life had dealt him. His eyes were always searching for opportunities just like the day of the entrance ceremony.

It was rare for someone of your caliber to enter a mixed school rather than the all-alpha high schools that were popular among your level of society.

Social status could be his if he played his cards right, so he began his greatest play yet.

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Before you knew it the season had come to an end. Kirisaki Daiichi had made it to the Interhigh Preliminaries, but Hanamiya had no plans to go any further. For now, he was satisfied that his first year had gone successfully. He had managed to acquire the right type of people. 

Now here they were.

Seto was thankful to know he would be sitting out the whole game. He laid across one of the two benches that your team was to occupy, forcing everyone else onto one bench.

It didn’t really matter since they would be on the court most of the time.

As everyone stretched you approached Hanamiya inquisitively about his decision. The athlete in you seemed to come out suddenly and you were unable to comprehend how or why Hanamiya had decided this was as far as they would go. They had no plans to try and win their next game so they could be disqualified.

“Why not keep going?”

Hanamiya shrugged, he had no interest in the team they were going up against. Although he always wanted more he also was one to value his time overall. If it wasn’t entertaining or of value to him then he would not give it a second thought. He had accomplished his goal for his first year of high school. 

“We could easily win them even without our technique.” It was interesting how you suddenly showed an interest. Hanamiya took this as an opportunity to take the next step in engaging you. “Would you prefer we win?”

It was nonsensical to you as a former athlete yourself. When you play tennis you always played to win. No matter who it was you were against the goal was always the same.

“Don’t you want to win?”

Hanamiya didn’t respond, he simply smiled and walked off to speak to the others.

Seto had heard the entire conversation and sighed. He knew now that because of your comment, he would end up on the court.

As soon as the game began Hanamiya and the others went all out. Surprising even Seto who had finally sat up.

Your eyes widened as you noticed everyone was being much more aggressive than usual. You gasped when you saw a couple of players stumble out of nowhere. It took all your will to stop yourself from covering your nose, it was pheromones.

The other team’s coach was finally able to call a foul and a time-out to get his vulnerable players out.

When Hanamiya looked over at you he smirked as if this was his answer to your question.

During sports competitions, it was a well-known rule that all players had to take suppressants to ensure the safety of all genders. You were sure you had seen them all take their dose yet somehow one of them had managed to release some pheromones.

You looked over at Seto, “Didn’t they take their suppressants?” By now you had perfected your lies and were able to pretend like you weren’t phased by the pheromones in the air but honestly this time something felt off. Your throat became dry as if you would choke from simply breathing in the air.

He had purposely made it so you saw everything, including that which he had not shown you before. Letting you in on his secret and watching for the slightest reaction at the revelation brought a sense of joy. Their tactics, signs, and overall game plan- and now even the fact that he used his dominant alpha pheromones to impose on the beta and omega players. He had done this so often to the point of perfection. Everything was meticulously calculated by the mastermind Hanamiya Makoto so he would only give enough to incapacitate those within arm's distance.

As the game progressed you remained silent as you watched them win the game that they had initially given up on. 

When they retired to their assigned locker room to change and gather their stuff you walked around the venue until you got to the infirmary. Through the slightly opened door you could smell the omega’s pheromones, the one Hanamiya had affected. It seemed he was now in full-on heat. 

To think he could get away with it so easily was strange. Hanamiya had been tested to see if the suppressant was in his system. When the results were positive it was determined there was no foul. Because he had indeed taken his suppresant it was all overlooked. How dominant an alpha was he that he is able to override the suppressant and release pheromones at will?

As a courtesy you closed the door wondering how incompetent everyone can be. This was a serious situation where someone could easily take advantage of the omega that had been left to rest.

You stood guard outside the door for a moment until the other team’s coach appeared with the doctor who had attended to the omega earlier. You offered an explanation before they could question you, “The door was left open, someone could have gotten hurt.”

To their knowledge you were an alpha, so they panicked slightly at their oversight. 

Not wanting to engage further you left to meet your team.

The whole bus ride back to the school was spent in silent contemplation. Had you never spoken up it could have been avoided. You knew you couldn’t afford to dwell too much on it. 

When you arrived at the school everyone said goodbye and went their separate ways while you and Hanamiya walked back to the club room. There was paperwork and equipment to submit. 

“So what did you think?” Hanamiya finally broke the silence.

“You cheated,” was your simple response. You didn’t want to elaborate or get into it with him so you put up your best front as a nonchalant yet honest athlete. An athlete that was frankly disgusted by their lack of sportsmanship. You knew they could play well; they had put the time and effort into their practices- even Seto. “Winning by cheating isn’t winning at all…it’s not fair-“

“Life’s not fair,” Hanamiya shot back. “I am simply taking advantage of the fact that I can manipulate the court. As dominant alphas, we were born to win.”

Life sure wasn’t fair.

Here you were pretending to be an alpha only to encounter a rare dominant alpha. You tried to leave quietly in hopes of avoiding danger, but you managed to utter a single word under your breath, “Pathetic.” 

He caught your wrist as you tried to walk away.

You looked back into his eyes, trying your best to seem unphased by his behavior. 

“What are you doing?”

“This.”

Hanamiya released his pheromones into the whole of the club room. As soon as it hit your nostrils your hand jerked up to cover your nose and mouth, a dead giveaway of what he had suspected. It took seconds for your body to heat up with a sense of desire to touch and be touched by the alpha before you. You didn’t want to admit it earlier, but his pheromones were strong, much stronger than any you had smelled before. This specific scent seemed way too enticing.

“Hanamiya-” your body went limp unable to withstand the overwhelming presence of a dominant alphas pheromones. Thankfully he caught you before you could hit the floor.

It was faint but Hanamiya managed to make out a sweet scent mingling with his, something sweet and floral. A smirk made its way to his face realizing what was happening. You were going into heat because of him.

Your free hand went to reach for your smartwatch trying to call for help but Hanamiya overpowered you. He held both your hands in his with a strong grip.

Lightheaded, your eyes fluttered shut. This was the first time you had ever been exposed to such strong pheromones for so long without supervision.

“Hot…”

Hanamiya heard you muttering about the heat your body was starting to feel.

You rubbed your thighs together needing some sort of stimulation. Your mind was running wild with thoughts of satisfying the urge you felt to mate, to be bitten, to be with an alpha.

Hanamiya tilted your head up to look at him. Your hooded eyes blankly stared into his in a haze of lust. “My bag-” you uttered with your last shred of decency. 

You needed your emergency suppressant. 

In that moment you wanted Hanamiya more than anything in the world. Your arms wrapped around his neck and his went to your waist. He stumbled slightly when you pulled him down to meet his lips.

It was a pleasant surprise.

You slipped your tongue past his lips and continued to passionately kiss him until your lungs cried for air. That’s when you came to your senses once again and pulled away to breathe.

Hanamiya grinned seeing you gasp for air.

With newfound clarity, you looked for the bag you had dropped and pulled out a syringe. In a single fluid motion, you removed the cap, picked up your skirt, and inserted the needle into your thigh.

Relief washed over you when the heat began to subside. Your body relaxed enough for you to control your limbs and sit on the cold hard floor.

He watched your chest rise and fall gently now that your breathing had returned to normal. It seemed the suppressant had done its job and blocked out his pheromones.

“I guess this makes us even.”

Indignant of his nonchalant attitude you chose silence. You needed your words to come out as stable as possible. Any sign of weakness would shame you into submission and although you had given in to his pheromones for a moment you were damned if you were going to submit to him.

“For what?”

“Well, I let you know one of my secrets... it’s only fair I knew one of yours.”

What irked you most was the fact that he already knew you weren’t an alpha. You needed answers.

“How did you know?”

“Lucky guess.”

Hanamiya was an extremely intelligent and intuitive person. His initial theory had proven to be correct what he didn’t know was the fact that he would uncover more than he had wanted to.

He had his fair share of omegas and none had ever smelled like you.

Just as you were about to threaten him to remain silent about everything your phone began to ring. On the screen, you saw your mother’s face.

“Hello-“

You could barely get a word in when your mother began going off on a tirade. “Y/N where are you? You were supposed to be home an hour ago! Your brother will be there any minute now, I swear all you do is worry us. Can’t you just stick to the rules and-“

“Yes, Mother I understand” If you didn’t cut her off you were worried, she would say something triggering to your situation right now. You were at least relieved to know you had an excuse to part from Hanamiya. Surely, he wouldn’t insist on keeping you when you had someone coming for you.

When you attempted to get up off the floor you stumbled a bit. “I have to go,” you quickly gathered your stuff and walked out leaving a satisfied Hanamiya behind. You were certainly much more entertaining than he had originally thought.

-TBC-

A/N: Hello everyone it’s been a while but I finally wrote part two... 3 years later.

[myriadlabrynth]

Pairing Dynamics of Hanamiya + Kiridai

Inspired by how in the “best pair” ranking in Kurofes, it specifically said that there were a lot of votes for pairs involving Hanamiya and the rest of Kiridai. So I’m just gonna ramble about them with some headcanons.

Furuhashi - Hanamiya

My most favorite

Everyone in Kiridai isn’t too fazed by Hanamiya’s anger. At least his “baseline anger”, cause we’ve seen even Furuhashi being surprised by Hanamiya being especially angry. 

 But I just love Furuhashi’s overall cool-collected demeanor to Hanamiya’s short fuse in particular.

The side eye the side eye the side eye

My favorite genre of images (the anime versions are cute but I think I prefer the manga ones overall)

When Hanamiya was first building up the starter lineup and sizing up the team members, Hanamiya acknowledged Furuhashi’s skills as a basketball player but  was especially drawn in by the dark aura Furuhashi gave off and the glint in Furuhashi’s dead-eyes, with Furuhashi being the most eager to give rough play a try.

Other players were reluctant about it, but Furuhashi was all in at the start.

 Hanamiya was impressed by how much of a natural Furuhashi was at it

And also amused by the way Furuhashi purposely acts obtuse about it when confronted.

Furuhashi is the most onboard with it and is willing to try any “new methods” Hanamiya suggests, including the “finger snaps” ones.

They have a mutually beneficial relationship. Hanamiya benefits from Furuhashi’s willingness to participate in his methods, and Furuhashi gets to satiate his sadistic needs.

Furuhashi is a comforting calm presence for Hanamiya. 

Though he can be a tad annoyed with how Furuhashi doesn’t really mince words or will call out his bullshit without hesitating (with the same monotone voice lol) Source: The Kiridai epilogue.

Seto - Hanamiya

Self explanatory but still sweet.

Canonically understands Hanamiya the most.

Seto’s the one person in the group that Hanamiya can in some way, let his guard down 

Not overtly sappy but since Seto’s the one who can come close to understanding Hanamiya’s mind, Hanamiya is more willing to drop a pinch of vulnerability.

With Hanamiya’s “Did you really think I’d say that, idiot?” moments, Seto can catch on the times where there was some truth to Hanamiya’s “lie”

I like to think Seto and Hanamiya had a similar first interaction as Imayoshi and Hanamiya did back in junior high, where Imayoshi was the first to catch on to Hanamiya's fake goody two shoes act (see chapter 6 of Replace V).

Except unlike Imayoshi, Seto was never condescending. And Seto’s reason for catching on wasn’t based on some cynical belief like “there’s no such thing as a good person”, Seto’s just not stupid.

And of course, Hanamiya addressing Seto by his first name….cute

The crumbs we got in the 10th anniversary disc were honestly so cute, so glad we got to hear “Kentaro” from Hanamiya again.

Yamazaki - Hanamiya

This one is cute to me. I love how chill Yamazaki is with Hanamiya

He just has this grin whenever he interacts with him

Hanamiya is put off by Yamazaki’s abrasiveness and honestly had some doubts about adding him to the starting lineup, with him being either reluctant or too obvious with the roughplay when he gave it a try. He had some concerns about Yamazaki being too much of a goody two shoes.

But his basketball skills were enough, more than enough even. 

Especially with Hanamiya clearing putting more focus on the team’s “foundational skills”, post-Seirin v. Rakuzan, which I believe Yamazaki has the most of (aside from Hanamiya himself)

Hanamiya has mixed feelings overall about Yamazaki, but had eventually grown accustomed to this presence, enough to a point where it would be odd if he wasn’t there.

Even though Yamazaki can be a pain in the ass who enjoys pushing his buttons a bit too much.

Hara - Hanamiya

Sad we don’t really have much canon interactions between them. I believe it was just in the manga, where Hanamiya yelled at him and Yamazaki, but even then it was moreso at Yamazaki.

Mentioned this in a prior post, but Hara and Hanamiya tag team with their respective positions in the Health and Disciplinary committees

Holding these positions allows the Kiridai basketball club to keep the rough-play hush hush from the school, as they can circumvent any reports that may come in.

This goes with my headcanon that they practice their rough play on the third-string players, and some of them want to report them. But are met with threats from both Hanamiya and Hara.

Like Furuhashi, Hara was eager to participate in the rough play. But less for sadistic reasons and moreso to piss off people. Either way, this made things easier for Hanamiya.

Hara teases Hanamiya like everyone else but is loyal to him (and the rest of the team but probably wouldn’t admit it.)

When Hanamiya needs “something done”, Hara’s the one he’ll ask. And Hara would normally comply without question.

I completely subscribe to Hara calling Hanamiya “boss” or “sir”

Although Hanamiya can be annoyed by them, having to reel them in at times, both Yamazaki and Hara are comforting presences in their own way. He doesn’t realize it but he needs their spunk to balance things out.

He would realize  this if the two of them were gone for a while, and it becomes “annoyingly quiet”.

“Can’t live with them, can’t live without them” kind of thing.

[harathedrummer]

NO DOUBT HARA JOKES LIKE THAT ABOUT HANAMIYA'S MOM AAJAKSKSLSLD

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Maybe next time🥺 Legendary HanaMama and little Makoto Hanamiya.

[captain-violence]

HI!

Totally new to this, but it looks like the KnB Fandom is picking up on Tumblr again and ofc I want to be part of it!

So drop by and talk, send asks or roleplay witg my old as heck Hanamiya muse.

I just wanna have fun.

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