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Can u please, please do when a model from US comes to yosen and becomes Murasakibara's gf?

Oui! Une belle mannequin pour ma bébé Mukkun!!!

By the way, “[this]” indicates the use of English.

Murasakibara Drabble

In which Murasakibara hits the jackpot and Okamura cries because of it.

There was a buzz in the air, Himuro pointed out, when the two of them walked into school one morning. Murasakibara listened hard, but did not hear it. He then decided to simply ignore Himuro’s slipping sanity, and to only address it if he were about to hurt himself.

Saying goodbye to Himuro (and reminding him that if he felt ill, to go to the nurse), Murasakibara walked into his own class, squeezed into his seat, hung his bag next to his desk, then plopped his face down on it for a nap.

While trying to block out the noise, he couldn’t help but notice the girls were chattering extra excitedly today, and the boys were more energetic than usual as well. Even weirder, the boys seemed to have actually made an effort to look good this morning. Was today picture day? Himuro would have reminded him, but maybe it was different for first and second years. He quickly sat up, eyes wide. His mother would kill him if he looked messy in this year’s photo as well.

Quickly, he leaned over to address the person sitting next to him, a girl whose name he couldn’t recall. That wasn’t new for him, though. He barely remembered anyone’s names. “Hey, is today picture day?”

The girl blinked at Murasakibara, then took a deep breath before replying. “I… Japanese not good. You ask if picture?”

Slightly confused, Murasakibara opted for nodding. That was usually the right answer, right? He tried to remember if they had a person in class who couldn’t speak Japanese.

Her face instantly brightened with a wide smile. “Yes! I picture!”

His eyes widened in panic. “Oh no.”

“W-why, oh no?”

He tugged at his hair. “My mom is going to kill me.” He muttered more to himself than to the girl, already forgetting about her.

Just as he was about to turn away, the girl put a hand on his arm, stopping him with a panicked look. “Kill? You? Why?!”

Sighing, he lifted up a purple lock of hair. “I look messy.”

Quickly, the girl opened up her bag and pulled out a smaller pouch. “I fix! You no die! I save you!”

He was grateful, absolutely and utterly relieved, but he didn’t really let it show. Rather, he nodded once more. “You can help me during the first break.” And then he turned back in his seat, and put his head down once more to catch even a few more seconds of sleep.

He didn’t see the entire class staring at him in awe.

Once first break arrived, Murasakibara stretched his arms, yawned, then got up, looking around the classroom for the girl who said that she would help him. But she was no where to be found. That was, until, there was a slight tug on his uniform sweater. He saw the girl sitting there meekly. He was surprised. He thought she’d be with her friends. But whatever. “Come on.”

Quickly, she excitedly got up, picked up her bag and waited for Murasakibara. Realizing that she wanted him to lead, he wordlessly walked out of the classroom, the girl not struggling to follow. This was new. Sneaking a look behind him, he was pleasantly surprised when he found that the girl was quite tall.

He decided that the roof would be secluded enough at this time of day, and it wasn’t very windy out either. He could be fixed up really quickly. So he led the girl there, found a shady spot, and sat down. “Okay, ready.”

Getting right to business, she laid out some terrifying looking equipment next to Murasakibara, knelt next to him, and started running a brush through his hair.

Murasakibara couldn’t remember the rest of the event, because the minute her hand touched his hair, he felt sleepy.

By the end of it, however, when the girl held up a mirror to his face, he couldn’t say that he wasn’t pleased. His hair looked more smoother and shinier than it ever had before, and was neatly tied back. He liked it.

Nodding in thanks, he awkwardly helped put her things back into her pouch, then started back towards the classroom, only pausing once to make sure that the girl was following him.

Once back in the classroom, he dug through his bag and subtly dropped a box of Pocky onto her desk.

-x-x-x-

Later in the day, during basketball practice, Okamura weepily approached him. “I heard that you were really friendly with the new model girl.”

“Model girl?” Murasakibara repeated, a little annoyed at the other guy’s crying.

Liu walked up to them as well. “Yes, the one from the United States of America. It was said that thou hadst been seen walking with the girl during break.”

He shook his head, scoffing. “Stop crying. I didn’t go around with any model girl. Some girl said it was picture day today, and my hair was a mess so she offered to fix it for me.”

Himuro laughed from the other side of the gym. “Is that why your hair looks so pretty?”

He scowled at him. “Shut up, she lied to me. It wasn’t picture day.”

Fukui burst out laughing, and only managed to call Murasakibara “stupid” before the coach came back with her bamboo stick, and started swatting at the players.

-x-x-x-

The days following that incident, the girl seated next to Murasakibara (who introduced herself as _____) always tried to strike up a conversation with him in her broken Japanese, often substituting English words for things she couldn’t articulate. It was tiring, in all honesty. And he let her know as much.

But at some point, maybe a month later, she caught on to the fact that Murasakibara could be bribed via snacks, and started bringing some in exchange for conversation.

That furthered their relationship, until _____ was following Murasakibara around all day. He knew that she probably didn’t have friends, but he didn’t volunteer himself as one. And besides, he always got more stares than usual whenever she walked next to him. But, he figured, it could be tolerated if he was getting free food.

One day, ____ took her following to another level, trailing him all the way to basketball practice. He didn’t understand why, though she did try to explain herself. Like usual, when he didn’t understand, he just nodded. Maybe that was why she was here.

The minute they set foot in the gym, the first string basketball players were immediately gathered around them. She waved happily, bowing and saying hello. “I… I am ____.”

Fukui tilted his head. “You have a really strong accent. Where did you say you transferred from?”

Apparently he spoke too fast, because ____ was tilting her head up to look at Murasakibara questioningly, tugging at his uniform shirt.

Sighing deeply, he repeated what Fukui said. “He asked where you came from.”

She brightened immediately and grabbed Fukui’s hand, shaking it as if she were introducing herself again. “America!” Fukui looked away gruffly.

Himuro’s eyes widened. “[You’re from America? I am too!]” He spoke in English, and Murasakibara lost interest. He noticed Liu had as well, because he walked away.

Letting go of Fukui’s hand, ____ immediately grabbed Himuro’s, eyes looking moist. “[Oh thank goodness. You speak English too? I heard there were many foreign exchange students here, so that’s why I came, but none of them speak English with me, I can’t figure out why!]”

“[Maybe they feel threatened because you’re a model? Who knows. But feel free to talk to me whenever you want. I’ll help you with your Japanese.]” Himuro offered, then was cut off when Murasakibara grabbed ____’s arm and started walking towards the bench, dragging her.

“I don’t know what you’re saying, but just sit here for now.” He dropped her there, passed her a few snacks from his bag to keep her busy, then walked off towards the change rooms.

Okamura’s bottom lip started wobbling. “I can’t get one girl, but Murasakibara can get one even though he treats her like a pet? Why is life so unfair, Fukui?”

“It’s because you’re ugly.”

Okamura started crying, startling poor ____.

-x-x-x-

More months passed, and with Himuro’s help, ____ was finally able to speak coherent Japanese, to Murasakibara’s relief. She still hadn’t let up her habit of following him around, but he’d gotten used to her, almost fond. Like she’d been there forever.

One day, on Valentine’s day, _____ demanded that Murasakibara accompany her to a cafe, since she needed to speak with him about something important.

Agreeing immediately when he heard the word cafe, he followed her after school. Only once they had both settled at a table and received their orders, did she bring up her serious topic.

Looking him dead in the eye, she began speaking. “Atsushi– oh, I mean, Murasakibara-san,” She still wasn’t used to the Japanese honourific system. Murasakibara waved away the fumble, not caring. “I really appreciate all that you’ve done for me since I transferred here. I was really nervous, but you made it okay.”

“You transferred here this year?” Murasakibara suddenly clarified. “Is that why I didn’t recognize you when you lied to me about picture day?”

“You didn’t know that? How could you have no– wait, lie?” She scrunched her eyebrows. “I not lie– I mean,” she coughed daintily into her fist. “I did not lie. I don’t even remember talking about picture day.”

His food suddenly forgotten, he shook his head, adamant. “No, ___-chin, the first time I spoke to you, I asked if it was picture day. You said yes. That’s why you fixed my hair, remember?”

Her eyes widened in realization. “I just heard the word ‘picture’, so I thought you were talking to me about me being a model and all. And when you said your hair was a mess and you were gonna get killed because of it, I got scared. That’s why I offered to help you. Since I didn’t want you to get killed.”

There was silence, until Murasakibara asked another question, absolutely muddled. “You’re a model?”

“… you didn’t know that either?”

Murasakibara shook his head, not sure what was going on, but a little worried that he was going to be yelled at for being so unaware.

Instead, she burst out laughing, and took Murasakibara’s hand, which he had come to recognize as a habit of hers– grabbing people’s hands. “I’m actually quite relieved. At least now I know you weren’t letting me hang around because I was a model, or… or because you pitied me or something.”

“Nah, I just wanted the food you were giving me.”

Trying to hold back her giggles, she squeezed Murasakibara’s hand. “Atsushi, I really like you. Will you please go out with me?”

The room suddenly felt a million times hotter, Murasakibara’s face flushing, his eyes widening, his countenance becoming one of bewilderment.

“M-me?” He hesitantly pointed to himself. “Should I call Himuro so that he could translate for you? I don’t think you know what you’re saying.”

He was speaking too rapidly, he knew, and she looked at him blankly, not understanding what he was saying. Fumbling with his phone, he immediately called Himuro.

“Muro-chin!” Murasakibara yelled into the receiver as soon as he picked up. “___-chin said something weird, and I think she made a mistake with her Japanese. Please translate for me!” He then shoved the phone into _____’s face. “Here, tell Muro-chin what you said.”

Letting go of his hand (Murasakibara tried to avoid feeling the loss of warmth), ____ spoke to Himuro in rapid English, then started laughing again. She passed the phone back to Murasakibara.

“Atsushi.” Muro-chin said kindly. “_____ asked if you would go out with her.”

His voice died in his throat. Embarrassed, Murasakibara hung up on Himuro and stared at you.

“Will you? Please?” She fluttered her eyelashes innocently.

He crossed his arms and sank into his seat. “F-fine. Whatever.”

He tried to avoid feeling the warmth that radiated towards him just through _____’s bright, excited smile.

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imagining-with-knb--moved · 9 years

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Can u please do Yosen when they have a tall famous athlete for a s/o?

OOH, NEW CHARACTERS.

Murasakibara: He’d be incredibly smug, having you accompany him everywhere. And there were two reasons for his smugness. Firstly, there was finally someone he actually liked who was the perfect fit for Murasakibara, height wise. And then, he had managed to capture the heart of someone so amazing, someone who made him cool just by association. You were all his, and only his. Oh yes, he was smug.

Himuro: He’d be extremely sensitive to the fact that you were famous. Wanting to give you some sense of normalcy, he’d go out of his way to plan dates that would make sure that you wouldn’t be swarmed with a bunch of fans, though that was sometimes difficult because the height often gave you away. Nonetheless, he was extremely proud of you, and made sure to make time so that both of you could be alone.

Liu: He’d act as he normally would, reacting with complete apathy to both your height and your famous status as an athlete. Of course, that didn’t mean he didn’t care. He loved you deeply, just didn’t know how to show it. So, affection would be limited to when you two were in private. And even then, he would be subtle when demonstrating his love, but you’d definitely feel it.

Fukui: In all honesty, he’d initially be put off from you, because he’s already one of the shortest basketball players at Yousen. He doesn’t need his partner to be near his height, or even taller than him too. But, your personality and your attitude really reel him in, and it’s not long before he’s helping you escape fans by pulling you into alleyways and challenging you to matches in both your respective sports.

Okamura: The poor baby would be over the moon to have you as a partner. Not only would you not be scared of his height, since you’d be tall as well, but he felt that you two could have fun together playing sports. Mostly, he’d like to do all the cliché dating things, such as going to amusement parks, feeding ducks, holding hands and walking down a beach at sunset. You name it. The fact that you were famous wouldn’t really matter much to Okamura, but he’d always be insanely proud of you. He’d bother his whole team because he’d constantly be singing praises about you.

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imagining-with-knb--moved · 9 years

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Hiya! Started out a new knb blog (aho-minechin), I was wondering if I could get a promo. Thanks, beautiful. (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Good luck with your blog!! I really love your theme, it’s so elegant!

This new blog is really good if you’re one of those people who just want to see drabbles with your favourite characters, but have no particular scenarios in mind!! Just put in a name, and you’re good! HOW WONDERFUL. SO YOU SHOULD FOLLOW THIS BLOG. REALLY. YOU SHOULD. Please make sure to read the F.A.Q. first!

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imagining-with-knb--moved · 9 years

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Can u do Gom+ Himuro when s/o gets kinda fed up with them always trying to take care of them? kinda of angsty thank you, bye!

this is hard because I’D BE OVER THE MOON IF MURASAKIBARA ONE OF THESE BOYS TOOK CARE OF ME LOL. But nah, I can feel how that would be irritating. I FEEL YA. (also i’m bad at angst pls forgive me)

Kuroko: “I’ll do it, ___-chan.” Kuroko said, taking the spoon from your hand. “You really should rest. You’ve been up since five a.m.”

You couldn’t hold back your irritation anymore. “Tetsuya! Stop it!”

He gave you a blank look, still stirring the pot. “Stop what?”

Gesturing wildly at his entire form, you struggled to articulate your feelings. “This! This doing everything for me all the time thing! I really appreciate it, Tetsu-kun, I really do, but you make it impossible for me to do anything myself.”

“Isn’t it a good thing…?” He was still confused. “I thought people liked that.”

You shook your head. “No, Tetsu-kun, you just butt in and do it for me. I wanted that soup I was making to be a nice thing I did for you. But now I can’t do that anymore. Since, y’know, you’re the one making the rest of it.”

Kuroko stared at the spoon he held, as if it held the answers to your unexpected anger.

When he didn’t reply, you decided to plow on. “Listen, I appreciate it. But you need to start asking whether I want you to do something for me or not.”

Eyebrows knitted, he gave you one of his saddest looks. “I’m sorry for butting in, ____-chan. I’ll leave you alone for now.” Placing the spoon on the counter, he nodded slightly at you and quickly left. A few minutes later, you heard him say he was going out for a bit, and not to wait up for him.

You had to eat the soup alone.

Kise: With a bright smile, Kise tugged you closer, out of the way of another pedestrian. Again. Your expression darkened.

“Ryou-kun… do you feel that I’m unable to walk down streets by myself?” You asked with controlled anger. Pulling your hand out of his, you crossed your arms and gave him an annoyed look.

He shook his head, slightly puzzled as to why you were mad. “What? Of course not, ____-cchi.”

With an aggravated sigh, you spoke through clenched teeth. “So then why do you feel like it’s your personal duty to direct me around every time we go outside together? I can see, thankfully. I’m pretty sure I’m able to dodge lamp posts.”

He stared at you, wide eyed, a little shocked. “I just… I wanted to help you…” His voice seemed smaller than usual.

“I know, Ryouta, I know! But it’s getting a little annoying! I know how to walk!” You exclaimed, trying to seem understanding of where Kise was coming from, but also trying to relay your feelings.

He tried for another smile. “I’m sorry, ____-cchi. I won’t do it anymore.”

And your date continued, yes, but the light mood now seemed forced, and Kise’s smiles weren’t as bright anymore. He kept his hands in his pockets.

Midorima: You pulled Midorima into your room and shut the door. You then stood solemnly in front of him. “I’ve gathered you here today to–”

“It’s only me.” Midorima pointed out, raising an eyebrow. You scowled at him.

“Play along.” You then cleared your throat, and continued. “I’ve gathered you here today to discuss a topic of utmost importance.” You paused, gathered your strength, then looked Midorima straight in the eye. He blinked, confused. “Midorima Shintarou, I appreciate you bringing me my lucky items every day. However, the time has come to cease your offerings.”

“You’re not a temple, _____.” He deadpanned. “The lucky items keep you safe. Why don’t you want them?”

You broke out of your deity character and approached him with a frantic look. “Shin, look at my room!” You spread your arms out wide to indicate the odd items overflowing from every nook and cranny. “I have no where to put them. And they’re gifts from you, so I don’t want to throw them out. What do you want me to do? They’re taking over my life. I even have four stashed in my shoe locker at school!”

He was offended, you could tell by the way his face stopped showing any sort of emotion, and he looked at you with a blank look in his pretty eyes. Your heart sank. “I’m sorry that I was thoughtlessly watching out for your wellbeing. I’ll stop doing that immediately. Have fun getting run over by a car or something.” He waved offhandedly and dismissed himself from the room.

Aomine: “Hey.” Aomine greeted, pausing for a moment to give you a chaste kiss, then heading to the kitchen. “I’m huuuuungry. I should have gotten something from Maji Burger.”

You made a hum of acknowledgement. “You can have my sandwich. It’s on the counter.”

“He-e-ell yeah.” You heard Aomine whisper to himself (it wasn’t much of a whisper), and chuckled. “Ah, but you should eat it. When was the last time you ate?”

“I just had a bag of chips, I’m good.” You politely declined, then turned on the T.V.

You heard Aomine approach you, then stick the sandwich in your face. “That’s not enough. Eat this. Go on.”

Gently pushing the sandwich away, you shook your head. “I just said, I’m not hungry. But thank you.”

“But you need to eat.” Aomine insisted.

Irritated, you snapped at him. “Daiki, I said I’m not hungry like twice now. Why do you keep pushing the food at me? Just eat it. You’ve been doing this for days. Just believe me when I say, I’m not hungry.”

Aomine stilled, then slowly lowered the sandwich. When he spoke, his voice was gruff. “I… Satsuki was telling me last week about people who starve themselves… so I was kind of worried. But whatever. Okay. See ya.”

He then stood up, grabbed the plate and headed towards the bedroom.

Murasakibara: He reached up from behind you and got the glass jar containing the walnuts. “Here.” He then returned to his seat at the kitchen table, where he was testing out different icing heads on a dozen cupcakes.

You took it, and sighed. Enough was enough. That last one was completely within your reach.

“A-Atsushi.” You said, building up your courage. He lazily tilted his head towards you, to indicate that he was listening, but didn’t turn around. “I know this sounds really ungrateful… but could you stop trying to get everything for me?”

Now he turned to you, looking absolutely confused. “Huh?”

You wrung your hands. “Just now, I was able to reach the jar. You’re always getting stuff for me, even when I can reach it. I think the thought behind it is really nice, but I don’t need you to do it all the time.”

“I’m always getting told that there’s no use for a tall boyfriend if he doesn’t help his partner get stuff.” He said, looking a little hurt. “I’m just trying to be useful.”

“N-no! You are useful! But you don’t need to do that for me all the time, is all I’m saying…”

He stood up, taking his tray of cupcakes with him. “Fine, I won’t help you anymore.” He muttered angrily, then stomped out of the room.

Himuro: There was a knock on your bedroom door, and you grunted once to let whoever was outside that they could come in.

“Hey, ____. It’s time to wake up.” You heard Himuro’s soft voice say, patting your head. You snuggled deeper into the covers, groaning in annoyance.

You shouldn’t have given Himuro a key to your apartment. Back then, it had seemed like a good idea. You’d freshly moved out of your parents’ house, and letting Himuro have access to you at all times made you feel safe. But not anymore.

He’d gotten into the routine of waking you up in the morning. Every morning. It was cute in the beginning, but now you had to beg his permission to let you sleep in on some days. And of course, he easily gave it, that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that little disappointed look he displayed whenever you asked.

“Tatsuya.” Came your muffled voice. When he didn’t respond, you stuck your head out from under your covers to see Himuro putting your things back into your school bag for you. “Tatsuya!”

He looked up, a little startled. “Hmm?”

“When I moved out of my parents’ house, I didn’t expect to bring my mother with me.” You said, slowly sitting up to look him in the eye.

“What do you mean?”

You nearly rolled your eyes. “Tatsuya, you know I love you, but can you please stop mothering me like this? It’s a little suffocating.”

And you knew that he was hurt, because he went from displaying a slight amount of emotion to none at all. He’d slipped on his poker face mask. “I didn’t know that me taking care of you was bothersome.” His voice was even, no hint at any offense being taken on his part. In fact, it was slightly light.

“It-It’s not bothersome! I just want to try my hand at being independent, y’know?” You tried to reason out with him.

He sighed, then stood up, placing your bag on your desk. “Alright. Sorry.” He then left the apartment quietly.

Akashi: “Are you sure they aren’t bothering you, ____?” Akashi asked, following you as you tried to mask your annoyance.

“Sei, I told you, I can handle it!” You abruptly turned, pleading with him. “Please, don’t worry about it. Please.”

He narrowed his eyes at you and crossed his arms. “How can I not? My loved one is being bothered. If you’d just let me, I could get rid of this person!”

You threw your hands up in the air in exasperation. “But I don’t want you to! This person has a life as well, you don’t need to go and ruin it over something so petty! You always overdo it, Seijuurou. It’s not such a big deal, don’t make it into one!”

For once, he stopped his verbal retaliation. Rather, he just stared at you, eyes growing colder and colder. “So you expect me to overlook it every time that you are hurt? If I have the power to fix something, it’s my duty to.”

“But what you’re doing isn’t fixing!” You burst out, unable to control yourself. “You’re getting rid of the problem. It’s almost as bad as running away!”

Now he was offended. “Me? Run away?” He stepped back from you, then started walking back from where he had come. “Fine. Consider me completely removed from your best interests.” He threw the words over his shoulder, without looking back.

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Hi! I seen the ask box open so I had to ask something so.. Murasakibara with his tall s/o going to swim underwater with some type of aquatic animal u can pick k thanks bye!!

MY BABY.

I had to restrain myself very hard in order to make sure I didn’t end up writing a fic where Mukkun and his s/o are getting chased by a freaky sea creature.

Murasakibara Drabble

In which Murasakibara feels small.

Murasakibara thought that walking around with you was always fun. Naturally, he got several looks when he walked by himself. He was fully aware that he was taller than average. But he never thought that he’d enjoy getting twice as many stares. You, a tall person yourself, coupled with him, were like a walking exhibit to the people of Japan. But for some reason, it was fun when it was with you, not as embarrassing as usual.

Maybe it was your nonchalance, or the way you were so unapologetic about your height. Or the fact that you basically never had time to dwell on it, because you were too busy flitting around from one mini adventure to the next. Frankly, Murasakibara thought that aspect of you was tiring. But he’d endure it.

Today, you were dragging Murasakibara to the sea side, where there was an apparent surprise waiting for him. He immediately knew it was something he wasn’t going to want to do, but allowed you to take him there anyway, too tired to protest at such an early hour. The crowds automatically parted for the two “giants”. Today, with you, he felt smug about it. Hah. They were like royalty.

When the both of you arrived at the destination, Murasakibara made a disgusted expression. “Swim?”

“With a humpback whale!” You cheered, continuing to pull him towards the sign-up booth.

Desperately, Murasakibara shook his head. “I don’t wanna.”

Once the both of you were in line, you turned to give him a sad pout. “Please? I’m paying. It’s a present. Think of it as a present, and accept it. Please!”

Murasakibara looked away, knowing that any prolonged exposure to you would result in his will collapsing, and following through with what you had in mind. It always went like that. However, he could already feel his own defense crumbling.

“I don’t wanna. It’s cold and it’s dangerous. Two bad things.” Murasakibara felt he was taking a very logical route with his argument. Midorima, the man who irritatingly toted himself around as if he were the epitome of logic, would have been proud.

You slumped your shoulders. “I… I just wanted to feel really small. I thought you might have wanted to as well. I’m sorry for forcing you.”

Agreeably, Murasakibara nodded. “It’s okay. Let’s go home, ____-chin.”

Hand clasped around yours, he pulled you out of the line and started walking. A few seconds later, he glanced back at you, to see you looking crestfallen. Crap. He had looked at you. There went his force of will. Whoosh.

“ARGH, fine.” Murasakibara muttered angrily, abruptly turning around and leading you back to the line, which thankfully hadn’t grown in the short time period in which the both of you had stepped out. “I’ll swim with a stupid whale and feel tiny. Happy?”

Those eyes, the hopeful ones, made this unnecessary expending of energy somewhat worth it. “R-really? You will?”

Murasakibara glared at you, trying to keep himself from pouting. His second oldest brother always teased him about his pout. It was annoying.

But it was enough to cause you to cheer and happily return to bouncing around him excitedly as you two waited. Suddenly, he put his hand on your shoulder. “___-chin.”

“Yes?”

“I don’t have anything to swim in.” Finally, an excuse you couldn’t argue with. Maybe he could get out of this without making you look like your family dog was just run over.

But he had to return to glaring at you when you enthusiastically lifted up the bag that hung from your shoulder. He had naively assumed that the bag contained the food that you usually bribed him with. Damn it. He didn’t say another word until the you had paid for the experience, and were pushing him towards the change rooms. “Here, your swim suit. Go change. Go. I have to go get some equipment, then I’ll change. Take my bag.”

And with that, you sped off. How did he end up with such an energetic person as his partner? But, he did as he was told and changed into his suit. Glancing quickly in the mirror, he smirked to himself. He didn’t look too bad. He wanted to see you blush. It was the least you could do, in recompense for dragging him here.

Grabbing the bag, (and mercifully finding a chocolate bar in there), he stepped outside and waited for you.

When you returned, waving two pairs of swimming gear, he tilted his head and gave you a small smile. You were cute.

And apparently you thought the same about him, because the once-over you gave him had you turning red. Ah, he got one thing good out of this.

Mumbling something unintelligible, you shoved the swimming gear into his hands, took the bag from him, and headed off to the change rooms on your own.

Eventually, with some subtle teasing on Murasakibara’s part, the both of you got your turn to stand at the dock. The instructor explained the proper mannerisms one had to embody, how to act, how to react, and other such things. She then reminded the two of you that when swimming with humpback whales, you had to remain on the surface of the water, and try to not be very intrusive. Sighing, Murasakibara draped himself over you. “Are you nervous?” He asked tonelessly.

Your shaking body was enough of an answer, but you shook your head and gave him a minuscule grin. “No, no, let’s do this.”

Nodding, he fixed his swimming gear, then made sure your swimming gear was properly in place before standing next to you, about to jump off.

“Whenever you’re ready.” The instructor prompted.

He nudged you with his elbow. “Go first.”

You nudged him back. “No, you go first! So I know it’s safe.”

“I thought you said this was safe!” Murasakibara nearly cried, then rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Scaredy-cat.” He then took your hand and started the countdown. “At once. Ready. One. Two. Three.”

And the both of you jumped. Landing in the cold, cold water pulled a yell out of him and he shook his head to get his wet hair out of his face. Quickly, he found you, then grabbed your hand. “If the whale tries to hurt you, I’ll beat it up.”

Laughing, you pulled your hand from his, patted his shoulder, then started swimming further into the blue body of water, all the while remaining close to Murasakibara, as he immediately followed.

“D-do you see that? Look down!” You whispered excitedly, bobbing up, after what seemed like fifteen minutes of just swimming, sticking your face into the water again.

And there it was. A huge, massive whale, swimming peacefully through the water. Murasakibara was awed into silence. It looked so happy down there. And it was so big. He barely covered one fourth of the whale’s surface area. Maybe even less.

“____-chin.” Murasakibara surfaced once more, tugging on your hand to make you do the same.

“Mm?”

“I feel small.”

Laughter bubbled out of you, you hugged Murasakibara’s hand, while staring down at the wonderful creature who basically paid you no mind. “Yeah, I do too.”

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Can you write something about the GOM, their S/O, and the red string of fate?

Ohh, this one is long too, I’m sorry. /: BUT IT WAS FUN. Please enjoy!

Kuroko: Kuroko didn’t often let his emotions get the best of him. He was composed, collected, and frank. Life was simple for him. But one day, he woke up, hair as messy as usual, and saw a red string connected to his hand. Confused, he tried to pull it off, but his hand swiped right through it. The string extended out of his bedroom door.

Heart speeding up, he quickly went through his morning routine and ran out the door. There, he saw you waiting for him with a smile, and a string on your finger too. “____-chan!” He yelled, eyes wide. Your smile fell off your face in an instant, and you watched as he walked towards you with a purpose.

He grabbed your hand. “You have this too. What is this? Why can’t I take it off?”

Putting your other hand against Kuroko’s warm cheek, you quietly murmured a few words to calm him down. Once his breathing was somewhat back to normal, you squeezed the hand he held. “Okay, now tell me what’s wrong.”

Taking a deep breath, he nodded. “____-chan. You have this string around your finger as well. I can’t seem to take it off. What is it? Do you know?”

A little worried, you studied Kuroko’s face for any sign of a fever when you said, “I don’t have a string on my finger. Neither do you. Are you okay?”

When he stared at you, unblinking, you understood that you had panicked him again. “It’s okay. Describe the string to me.”

“It’s red and… I don’t know where it–” He raised the hand that was connected with yours. A single string dangled from it. Pulling your hands apart, he took a few steps back to see the string become taut between both Kuroko’s finger and yours.

“Tetsu-kun?” You asked, hesitantly. He looked really spaced out.

“Our… our strings are connected…” He finally said, mouth gaping. Then realization hit him. “Do you… perhaps think that this is…”

“Hm?” You cocked your head, confused.

“We’re connected by the red string of fate, ____-chan.” He said reverently, suddenly gazing at you with an intense look of love.

You blushed. “Tetsu-kun, you always say such embarrassing things. I love you too.” You then extended your hand to him. “Now come on, we need to get to school. Let’s go.”

Silently, he grasped your hand tightly, and was extra affectionate all day.

Kise: People often regard Kise as airheaded. And while that may be true, it didn’t mean he wasn’t smart in his own way. So when he woke up to see a string attached to his finger, he only panicked for five minutes before picking up his phone and doing a quick google search. Yahoo! Answers told him that apparently, it was the red string of fate. And it connected you with your “soul mate”.

Giddy, he spent an extra amount of time trying to make himself look good before he left for school. Today, he was going to find his fated one. He practically pranced to school.

A minor setback he encountered was the fact that suddenly everyone had a string on their finger. How was he supposed to find the one connected with his if all the strings were a tangled mess? Using his height to his advantage, he lifted his hand up high so that he could clearly see his string. He received many weird looks, and a jab in the gut from his Kasamatsu-senpai for walking around so abnormally.

He didn’t care. He continued to follow his string, and it wasn’t until the end of the day, before practice, that he saw the string begin to get tighter, as if it were nearing the end of the spool. Excitedly, he began to run towards it, eyes only following the string, not noticing the people diving out of his way to avoid collision. Well, except one person.

You fell into him, prompting him to fall backwards with you. “I’m so, so sorry.” You apologized, before blearily sitting up and blinking at Kise. “Are you okay?”

“Ouch.” He muttered, sitting up before regarding you with an unimpressed look. Then he sighed. “It was my fault. Sorry.” Helping you up, he parted without a word, trying to follow the string. But, oddly, the string wasn’t in front of him anymore. Rather, it looped around him, heading in the direction he had just come from. Quickly, he turned around. He only saw you in the now-empty hallway. And… the string. The string that was connected to him. He perked up immediately.

“Hey! You! The person I just bumped into!” He yelled, jogging up to them. “We need to talk!”

Midorima: Midorima stared at the string fearfully. He knew what it was, right off the bat. The Red String of Fate, eh? In most scenarios, he wouldn’t want the string on him anyway. But, now when he already had a partner he cared for very deeply, he absolutely did not want the string on him. So, that’s why he decided to wait until the string disappeared. That meant not seeing you at all, keeping all contact to a minimum, avoiding looking at everyone’s hands.

When avoiding you continued onto week two, that’s when you decided to put your foot down. Sure that this was because of some superstitious thing that Midorima had read, you marched over to his house to show him exactly how much he was overreacting.

After the ringing the doorbell once, you moved away from the line of sight of the peephole on the door. You waited until the door opened, confirmed that it was Midorima (looking adorably ruffled in his pajamas), and shot into the house. With a yell, he slammed the door shut and chased after you, all the way into his room. It was hard outrunning Midorima, and you only managed to beat him by two seconds.

“Who– Who are you, what are yo– ____? What are you doing?” He went from being furious to confused. Then panicked. “What are you doing here, ___! You can’t be here! You need to leave!”

“Why!” You yelled back, arms crossed. “You’ve been avoiding me for so long! You won’t even tell me what I’ve done to make you mad. It really isn’t fair, Shin-kun.”

He stubbornly refused to look at you. “It’s none of your concern, nanodayo. Now leave, ___.”

Hurt, you wrapped your arms around your torso, suddenly losing your fire. “Fine, I’ll leave. But don’t expect me to just come running back to you, Midorima.”

Now that hurt. Midorima watched you walk past him with an aching chest. While doing so, his eyes accidentally captured your hand, the one with the red string on it. Sighing aggressively, he grabbed your wrist to stop you. He didn’t want to be apart from you anymore, it was tiring, and he missed you. You could also provide another perspective on the problem.

“Okay, ___. I’ll tell you what’s wrong. Just… just first…” His words caught in his throat, and his eyes became slightly moist. Taking a deep breath, he lifted up your hand, the one with the string, then let go, stepping back a bit. Apprehensively, he watched to see if the strings were connected.

… and they… were…

He nearly collapsed to the floor, but you caught his sagging body just in time. Looking up to question him, you noticed his cheeks were wet. “Shin-kun?”

“I know I don’t say this often, ___, but I love you.”

Aomine: “What the hell is this shit.” Aomine muttered to himself, analyzing the string. “Oi, Satsuki, what is this nonsense? Is this your idea of a joke?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Momoi sorted through some files. “Go ask ____, I don’t have time for you right now.”

Grumbling to himself, he buried his hands in his pockets so that no one else would be able to see the string, and left Momoi’s house. Surprisingly, he noticed that the string extended very far, and was going in the direction of your house as well.

“Ah, so it was ____’s prank.” He smirked, and decided to play along. He followed the string all the way to your house, extremely impressed by how you managed to make sure the string didn’t get tangled in any bushes, or messed with by any animals. When he got there, he couldn’t really control his wide smile as you opened the door. He noticed that you had a string on your finger as well. “Hey, babe, nice prank.”

“Daiki!” You said, happily surprised. “What prank?”

He waved his hand. “The string. Really clever. Led me all the way to you.”

You grabbed his hand, inspecting it. “What string?”

He, in turn, took your hand. “Look, see, you have a string too.” He pulled apart to watch the string, which connected both of your hands. “Don’t you see it? It’s red, really hard to miss.”

You burst out laughing. “It sounds like you’re talking about the red string of fate. You’re really sweet, Dai, here, come in. I was just about to eat a popsicle”

Aomine dropped the subject, but watched the string curiously for the next few days. He then called Midorima, who confirmed what you had said. He was quite happy, after that.

Murasakibara: Waking up to find a string on his finger was incredibly annoying. He spent a large amount of time complaining to Himuro about it during the school day. When they finally met up with you, he waved his hand in your face and continued to loudly whine about it. You looked to Himuro for help. He patiently explained that Murasakibara claimed to have a string attached to his finger, and everyone else did too.

“It’s true!” Murasakibara protested. He gently took your hand in his. “See, you have on– oh.”

You looked at his quizzically, confused at his sudden wide-eyed look as he stared at your hand. “What’s wrong?”

“We have one string.”

“Huh?”

“I don’t understand it either, ___-chin.” Murasakibara muttered irritably. “Why can no one else see this?”

You shrugged, then fixed your grip on his hand, so that you two were casually holding hands now. “It’s okay, Sushi-kun. Never mind it. I have something to show you at my house!” You then started pulling him away.

“Show me? Show me what?”

“It’s a surpriiiise~” You sang, and while Murasakibara huffed about disliking surprises, he was secretly pleased, and willingly let you drag him around.

Himuro, after waving goodbye to the both of you, pulled out his phone and googled what Murasakibara had been talking about, just to see if he wasn’t going crazy. He raised an eyebrow at the results. “The Red String of Fate, huh.” He mumbled, trying to fight back a smile. Looked like the both of you were fated for each other. He had to remember to ask Murasakibara to help him find his own fated one.

Akashi: He called you immediately.

“____.” He said.

“Sei?” You asked, voice still laced with traces of sleep. “Why so early.”

“Do you have a string on your finger?” He asked, ignoring your earlier question.

There was a pause, a rustle, then your voice returned to the line. “No…”

“Ah, okay. I’ll see you at school, ____. Good luck on your test today.”

“Oh crap!” You exclaimed, suddenly awake. He assumed you practically jumped out of the bed at the reminder of the test. “Thanks, Sei, I’ll see you in a bit. Love you.” Then the line cut off.

He stared at the string. Was he the only one who could see it? He phoned Midorima. “Hello, Shintarou.”

“Hello Akashi.” Midorima’s voice was slow, deep and gruff. It was obvious that he had been woken up by the call, too tired to be surprised at who was calling him. “What can I do for you.”

“I seem to have a red string attached to my finger. It extends very far, and I can’t see the end of it. When I left my room, I noticed some of the maids had one too. They claim they are not pranking me. What do you assume this is?”

“That sounds like that legend, the Red String of Fate. I’m sure you’ve heard of it.” Midorima stated, to which Akashi gave him a hum of agreement. “But you being able to see it, that’s really odd. I’m not really sure what to make of it. But I must go now, I have to check Oha-Asa. Goodbye, Akashi.”

“Goodbye.” Akashi said in return. “Thank you for your help.”

The line cut off.

Hm. The red string of fate. Interesting. He was suddenly very eager to get to school, to see you.

When he finally did, before homeroom, he quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you into a secluded area of the hallway, one that wasn’t as littered with the crisscrossing strings of fate belonging to his classmates.

“Hey, thanks for reminding me about the test.” You cheerfully said, squeezing the hand he held. When he didn’t respond, you tilted your head to meet his eyes. “Sei? Are you okay?”

You weren’t ready for when he looked up at you, bright eyed and with a wide smile. “I love you, ____. I just wanted to let you know.”

Chuckling as you became flustered, he kissed your knuckles then sent you on your way. “I will see you later.”

Nodding, you hurried away, trying to hide your face.

Akashi was pleased. Just as he wanted, the string connected to his was yours. Good.

#Anonymous #Requests #Kuroko #Kise #Midorima #Aomine #Murasakibara #Akashi

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Ok so hear me out, a mafia AU with the GOM + Kagami and anyone else that fits your fancy, and naturally a S/O but what they do doesn't matter. They can be the clueless boy/girlfriend or even a mafia member themselves.

THIS IS EXCITING!! However, I was on the fence about whether I should make them yakuza people (to fit the japanese setting) or mafia suit-and-tie sort of people. With some googling, I found that they’re about the same, but they most certainly have their differences. So, since the requester asked specifically for a “mafia” AU, I will write about mafia people. I hope that’s okay!

I got slightly carried away, hehe. Under the cut. c:

Kuroko: You were suspicious. Since you moved in with Kuroko, you’d noticed that he left the house at irregular hours, and owned an unhealthy amount of dark clothing. It looked shady (you had to clap your hand over your mouth to hold in the giggle that nearly escaped you over that pun), so that’s why you were investigating.

Kuroko had left the house around seven p.m., and you’d been tailing him since then. He carried a duffle bag, and wore regular clothes. One would think that he was going to go play some basketball. But when he passed by the court without a second glance, you knew that couldn’t have been the case. Rather, he (unsuspectingly) led you to a tall, glass building that seemed orange in the evening light.

But Kuroko didn’t go in. Rather, he slipped into the alley next to the building and changed into one of the suits you had found while doing the laundry. Then, he dialed a number on his phone, let it ring twice, then shut it off. Three minutes later, a man in an identical black suit came out and handed him a file. “Here’s your assignment for this week. The information’s all here. Don’t let it get messy, like last time.”

Your eyes widened, and you almost gasped when Kuroko nodded, dug through his duffle bag, then pulled a gun out. He tucked the gun into the waist of his pants, under the suit jacket, shouldered his bag, then left without another word to the man.

Scared, you ran up to Kuroko, arms out, a frightened expression on your face. “What are you!” You yelled.

Kuroko let a slight smile touch upon his lips as he took one of your hands, playing with your fingers. “I carry out odd jobs for a living.”

“With a gun?!”

He shushed you with a quick peck on the lips. “Not so loud. Whisper, ___-chan.”

“With a gun?!” You repeated at a lower volume. “… wait. Why aren’t you surprised that I’m here?”

A grin nearly appeared, but he hid his mouth with his shoulder. Once he was poker-faced again, he faced you. “I wouldn’t be a very good mafia member if I didn’t know when people were following me.”

He then patted your head, said he’d see you at home, then walked off.

Kagami: He nearly walked in on you talking furiously into your phone. He stepped back into the shadows to listen in on what had made you so mad.

“Listen, ____. I don’t care what he says. You need to get the money off of that guy before tomorrow, or else it’s going to be me getting my ass kicked by the boss. Do you want to remember what happened the last time you screwed up?”

Only after you had angrily shut the call off did Kagami present himself awkwardly. “Hey, ____, do… do you need help with money? You can ask me.”

Surprised, you furrowed your brows at him until you saw Kagami glance at the phone in your hand. Then, realizing what he meant, your expression melted into one of pure adoration. “Thank you, Taiga, but it’s not me who needs the money.” You wrapped your arms around Kagami’s torso in a hug. “I really appreciate that though.”

Kagami was confused. When you were speaking on the phone, you’d turned into a whole new different person.But now you were back into your sweet self. “Why were you yelling at that person?”

Biting your lip in thought, you buried your face in Kagami’s chest, trying to think up an answer. “It’s a secret?” You tried, hesitantly, testing to see if Kagami would buy that.

He didn’t, because he pulled away from you and held you at arms length. “The hell, ____? You were really scary over the phone. Who’s your boss? Why are you gonna get your ass kicked? I’m worried.”

Sighing, you took one of his large hands in yours and pulled him to a chair, sitting him down. “It’s gonna be a long story, Taiga.”

Kise: Kise hummed to himself, twirling his gun around his finger as he walked into his apartment. Then he yelled in shock and pointed his gun at you when you popped out of the living room and yelled, “Surprise!” You then screamed in return and fell over your feet, landing on the floor.

“_____-cchi!” He cried, surprised, gun still positioned in your direction.

“RRYOOOUUUTAAAA!” You screeched, pointing at the gun. “W-what the hell are you doing?!”

“I DON’T KNOW!” Kise yelled back, a little confused at the situation. “What are you doing here!”

“I baked you cupcakes!” You screamed, holding up a plastic bag as if it were a desperate offering. “Put the damn gun down, Ryou-kun! I’m gonna cry!”

Glancing at the gun, he realized it was still pointed in your direction. Quickly, he turned the safety on, and put it on the floor so that he could crawl towards you. You abandoned the cupcakes and crawled backwards. “Aw, come on, ____-cchi! I’m sorry I scared you. Please don’t run away.”

“Why the hell do you have a gun? Why are you dressed like that? Was it for one of your shoots?” You questioned once your back hit the wall and you had no where else to turn. Kise continued towards you.

Chuckling a little, he sat down cross-legged in front of you and loosened his tie. “I have a really cool secret, ____-cchi, but if I tell it to you, you might get hurt.”

You gawked at him in disbelief. “So I wasn’t in danger like two seconds ago? I think the secret will affect me too, so you better let me hear it.”

Nodding, he took a deep breath, then gave you the most starry-eyed facial expression you’d ever seen. “I’m in the mafia.” He announced, arms spread out. “I do really badass things, ___-cchi! Look, I even have pictures.” Kise then proceeded to pull out his phone and showcase the selfies he took with people who looked like beat up criminals.

Staring at him, you pushed his phone away. “Are you insane?”

Kise deflated.

“No, no, you idiot. I meant, are you insane, taking these pictures? You can get arrested.” You scolded, grabbing his phone and going through the pictures once more. You were upset at yourself for finding the slightly disheveled, I-just-walked-out-of-a-fight look attractive on Kise. “How do you still manage to look so hot after getting beat up?” You muttered to yourself. “I can’t believe you’re in the mafia.”

He perked up almost immediately, tossing his arms around you and smooshing his cheek against yours. “AHH~, ____-cchi, I love you so much!”

Midorima: “____.” He approached you, looking extremely stern. You turned the T.V. off and put your bag of chips to the side.

“Yes?”

For a second, he glanced away and gulped, but almost immediately returned back to his previous state. “Please come with me.” He then stiffly walked away.

Confused, you followed, but not very quietly. “Hey, Shin-kun, what’s wrong? Why do you look so serious? Why do your hands look sweaty? Are you okay?”

Taking a deep breath, he walked into your room and pointed at your messy dresser. “What… what’s that.”

You blushed deeply and jumped over to your dresser, gathering up the item in your arms. “Sh-Shintarou! It’s my underwear, you know that. I know, I know, the pattern on it is weird, but it just kind of spoke to me. I had to get it.”

“No, you idiot!” Midorima cried, pointing harshly at your dresser again. “That! What’s that?”

And lo and behold, there was an identification card with your name on it, and a gun.

“Ohhh, thaaat…” You laughed awkwardly. “Uh, yes, well, it’s how I make a living.”

“I hardly think this is something that can be put on tax forms.” He deadpanned.

You grabbed the card and the gun (with a scary amount of ease), opened a drawer, and dumped them both in there. “There, all gone.”

“____! Why do you have a gun?! What organization is that?! Are you part of some high-level gang or something? What’s happening?” Midorima finally burst out, waving his arms frantically.

You took Midorima’s sweaty hands. “Midorima Shintarou. Do you love me?” You gave him a solemn look.

He looked away, scowling, face dusting pink. “What kind of stupid question is that? You know the answer.”

“Please tell me.”

With an aggravated sigh, he tightened his grip on your hands and nodded. “Yes, of course I l-love you, dumbass.”

Exhaling in relief, you pulled Midorima forward and craned your neck to peck him on the lips. You then started dragging him to the door, thrusting his bag and shoes at him, speaking all the while. “Great. Because I’m in the mafia. Also I think your sister said she needed you at home. Bye!” Pushing him out, you slammed the door on his face and then sagged against it. Oof.

Then the banging started. “What the hell are you talking about, ___? Are you playing some sick joke? Let me in right now!”

“Quiet, Shin-kun, the neighbours will think we’re having a lovers’ spat.” You yelled through the door, locked it, then walked back to your television show. You’d explain it properly to him later.

Aomine: Aomine dodged a bullet, grabbed the silver briefcase filled with money, and ran down an alleyway. He felt another bullet whiz past his pant leg, and with a controlled breath, he took a sharp turn and hid himself in the space between a dumpster and a building that sat in the shadows. He felt his phone buzz.

“____?” He asked, a little breathless from all the running. “What’s up?”

“You sound tired, Daiki.” He heard your voice say sympathetically over the line. “Don’t overexert yourself, okay? You know you have a basketball game in two days.”

He chuckled, both in happiness at your worrying, and also to mask the sounds of guns shooting. “Yeah, yeah, you know I’ll be careful. Did you need something?”

“Yeah, I was wondering if you wanted to eat pizza when you come over, or dumplings?”

Carefully cradling the phone between his head and his shoulder, he pulled out his gun, shot a guy in the arm, then ran off, clutching the briefcase. “H-How about both?”

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking. It sounds really loud there, Dai, where are you?”

“With friends.” He answered after spotting his getaway car. He quickly got in, yelling, “Drive, drive, quick!”

“Drive?” Came your confused voice.

Sighing, he leaned back against the seat, finally allowing himself to relax. “We’re playing a video game. I need to go now, ____, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Oh, okay, bye Daiki!” You said cheerfully, then hung up.

“_____ still doesn’t know, huh?” The driver said, smirking. Annoyed, Aomine leaned over to flick him on the ear.

“Shut up, asshole, _____’s too good to know about this. Besides, look who’s talking, I-Haven’t-Told-My-Wife-of-Ten-Years-sama.” Aomine sneered, then spread out in the backseat.”Wake me when we get there.”

Murasakibara: “Run faster, Atsu-kun! They’re getting closer!” You cried, holding tightly onto Murasakibara, while turning around to shoot at the people running after you. You felt his arms become more secure around your legs as he sped up, then took a sharp turn into an alleyway.

The enemy’s men ran past. Both you and Murasakibara sighed in relief. After letting you down from the impromptu piggyback, Murasakibara turned to you with a glare and a quirked eyebrow. You squeezed his hand in apology.

“Okay, yes, I know, I’ll explain everything. Let me just call a guy first.” You then pulled out your phone to alert your organization of your escape, and that you needed a car. After that was finished, you found Murasakibara sitting on the ground, legs drawn up towards his chest, chin on his knees. You kneeled next to him.

“___-chin, that was insane.” He bluntly pointed out, eyes narrowed. “Why did you have people with guns running after you? Why do you have a gun? You stood me up for our date, y’know?”

“Um, I don’t know how to tell you this, Atsu-kun…” You trailed off, biting your lip, fiddling with your fingers. “But I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

Rolling his eyes, he pouted, then refused to speak, despite your many attempts at a conversation. When the car came, he followed you silently, then scowled when he realized it was a stupidly tiny car. Nonetheless, you encouraged him to get in, which he somehow managed to do, crossed his arms petulantly, and glared out the window. You squeezed in next to him and told the driver your address.

“I want to go to my house.” Murasakibara finally muttered.

You shook your head, putting your hand on his arm and trying to give him your most convincing look. “Please, Atsushi, let me explain everything to you. I’ll do anything you want, afterwards.”

He hmph-ed, but didn’t protest any further.

Once you made it home, and finally told Murasakibara everything, things went slightly differently from what you expected. Of course, at first he was whiny about how this was kept from him, but then he let a small smile grow on his face, and acted insanely smug that he “was practically part of the mafia now, since I helped you get away and all. You owe me your life, ____-chin.” He then requested you help him make a large dinner, as you had promised to do anything.

Akashi: Akashi had managed to keep it a secret for many years, since he is quite sly like that. However around the third year of you two being together, you’d caught on that something was going on in Akashi’s life, something big, that you weren’t aware of. In fact, you realized he was actively keeping it a secret from you. So, with an insatiable sense of curiousity, you donned your hypothetical detective’s cap and spent the next year collecting evidence.

Finally, the day came. On June seventh, you called Akashi to the kitchen and sat him down. You then pulled out a very large, nearly bursting, file. His mouth twitched upwards.

“Akashi Seijuurou, I have summoned you here today to confront you about the secret you have been keeping from me for years.” You announced, dumping the file on the table loudly. As expected, he didn’t really react.

“Is that so.” He said, nodding as if he were humouring a child.

You scowled and opened the file slightly aggressively. “I would like to discuss the fact that you are in the mafia.” You waited for his shocked expression.

You didn’t get it. His face didn’t move an inch. He just nodded.

Faltering slightly at this setback, you shook your head to gather your bearings, then pulled out a series of photos, presenting them one by one. “I’ve gathered this evidence to prove my hypothesis. First, some photos. You leaving an unmarked car, you, leaving a building looking really bloody, you, sharing an ice cream with a suspicious guy in sunglasses and a suit.”

Again, no expression. You then handed him some print outs. “These, I promise, I wasn’t snooping. You left them on the counter, and I came across them… then photocopied them. Report files of some assignment concerning money and fights and bad people.”

“Impressive.” He finally said, and you couldn’t hold back the huge grin that overtook your face. You could see him silently laughing at your expression, and that immediately sobered you up.

You cleared your throat. “There’s tons more, but going through it all would be useless. Please tell me whether I’m correct in my assumptions, or not. Are you in the mafia?”

“You’re talking so formally.” Akashi chuckled to himself. “Yes, I am.”

You jumped up and around in glee, laughing to yourself, clapping your hands. “I knew it! I knew it!”

Akashi remained seated, but allowed himself to smile. He couldn’t bring himself to tell you that he had known you’d been investigating the whole time. He didn’t want to burst your bubble by mentioning that he was going to tell you anyway, but you seemed to be having fun playing the detective, so he just waited for you to confront him.

Instead, he pulled you into his lap, kissed your cheek, then offered to tell you the whole story.

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