#Akashi

[akashirl]

ladies and gentlemen, i present you the kiseki no sedai if they served face and cunt.

can anyone see the vision or should i get tested for schizophrenia.

[anastasiabowe]

Can you do Akashi, Aomine and Kagami to reacting to their gf flashing them?? 🤭

𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙆 𝘼𝙏 𝙈𝙀! — whenever your boyfriend ignores you, and won’t give you attention, you know exactly what will.

note: I literally didn’t know what to do sooo 😃

Content warnings: boobs, swearing, seduction..?, this is kind of a normal post so that’s a warning of itself, anything else 16+!

★ — 𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗜

Akashi scrolled on his phone as he was sitting on his gaming chair. He doesn’t usually play video games, but after the embarrassing list he faced a few days prior, this was his only escape. He cringed at the thought of losing, so he tossed his phone into the desk and pressed resume on the game he was playing.

You widened your mouth as you noticed he just ignore the text you sent because his ears must have stopped working. You continued to poke and repeat yourself as he just ignored you. He didn’t even flinch when you flicked his neck.

You frowned and an idea popped up in your head. You walk towards his chair, and pulled it back a little. Again he didn’t flinch or even blink towards the action. You stepped in front of him and lifted your shirt. He was about to yell at you until his eyes fell onto your chest.

“Wh-“ his eyes widened, and you smirked. You could feel the internal conflict ion on what he should do, that very much annoying you. He ended up turning off his controller quickly and throwing it off to the side. He grabbed your hips and pulled you onto his lap.

You pulled your shirt back down, and he frowned. “So I have to show my tits just for you to acknowledge my existence?”

He looked at your face, and lifted up your shirt. He kissed your nipple, and smirked.

“Yes.”

★ — 𝗔𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘

Whenever Aomine is upset, everyone else must be miserable. Today, Aomine refused to speak to you. You ask him if he wants his favorite lunch, crickets. You ask him if he wanted to go out and play basketball with his friends who he was ignoring also.

All day you tried to convince him to speak to you, you made him food, did his laundry, organized his things, you even shined his basketball which he usually was grateful for yet he didn’t even bat an eye.

You sit next to him as he was laying on your bed scrolling on his phone. You honestly don’t know what will make him talk. You’ve offered to blow him, rub his feet, scratch his back, you got so desperate you styled his hair, which he also is usually grateful for. So you yourself poured, and repeatedly asked him to at least look at you.

“Aominichi!” He yawned, and continued to scroll. “Look at me, please!” He readjusted himself to where he was laying on his stomach. You felt defeated, he is a stubborn bitch. But then, you remembered, you had one more trick that should work.

You grab the hem of your shirt and lifted it up. You pulled your bra over too, and pulled them both off all the way.

“Aomine.” Your voice no longer had desperation, but amusement.

“Look at me!” You wiggled your boobs, and you saw his eyes quickly flick over your chest. After a little while, he turned off his phone, and finally looked at you. You smirked and he rolled his eyes.

“You’re such a perv, Aominichi!” You giggled

“Shut up!” He groaned.

★ — 𝗞𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗜

Ever since the silly little fight Kagami and his brother had, he was upset at everything. He would get mad and scream at his door when it would open when he turned his key. He would groan extreme hard when he tripped on his own shoe. He would even scoff at you when you sneezed towards his way.

You obviously were sick of this little kagatude and he clearly didn’t give a single fuck. You tried to tell me him to chill out, or get a grip, but he would ignore you and act as if you didn’t exist.

He was laying on your shared bed, and you told him you were taking a shower, and if he’d like to join he could. You both never had taken a shower together. Actually, you both have never seen each other naked, so you though maybe he would be persuaded by that, but he wasn’t. You had taken that shower alone, and you were upset. He has been eager to see you makes more than you have, and you were the one holding back, so this was obviously very annoying.

You looked at your naked body in front of of the mirror, as you stepped out and you thought of a brilliant idea. You grabbed your towel and wrapped it around your body. Thankfully you didn’t need to wash you hair so this plan would be perfect.

You stepped out of the bathroom, and Kagami was laying on his back on his phone as the tv played a show he was watching. You stepped in front of the tv, and smirked.

“Hey, Kagami, look.” You dropped the towel, and Kagami for a sec didn’t look, but when he did, he sat up. You laughed, and he moved himself to the end of the bed. He grabbed your hips and pulled you onto his growing boner.

“Crazy you would ignore me until now, what made you change your mind?”

“Don’t worry about it.” He chuckled. He kissed your lips, and his hands wrapped around your body, and pulled you closer to him.

You giggled as he kissed your neck down to your chest, he circled his tongue in your nipple, and bit it.

You pulled from him, and he chased you, but you pushed his head back.

“Glad I got your attention, but you don’t get to touch me anymore. You don’t deserve it.”

[beifongkendo]

Akashi Beach, by Tsuchiya Koitsu (ca. 1930).

[ballsandbabes]

GOM + Kagami with a super smart, shy and sweet s/o

Authors Note:y/n = your name// reader is implied to be female // semi.proof read// Have fun <3

Akashi Seijuro

Akashi Seijūrō was used to excellence. He expected it in others, and demanded it from himself. Leadership came easily. Confidence, naturally. Emotions? Those were always controlled. Predictable. Elegant. Until you. You were the quiet one in the library. Always buried in books thicker than some of his textbooks, making notes with that same thoughtful furrow of your brow. Your voice was soft—so soft that even when you answered the teacher’s most difficult questions with ease, people barely noticed.

Akashi noticed. He noticed everything about you. How you held your pen slightly crooked. How you blushed when praised. How your eyes lit up—not from attention, but from understanding.

You were brilliant. And shy. And kind. And it absolutely wrecked him.

Around you, Akashi changed. He started walking slower in hallways. Hoping to match your pace.He started sitting closer in study groups. Quietly rearranging the seating chart in his head so he’d end up beside you—every time. And when you spoke to him? Even just a polite “Good morning, Akashi-san”—he’d feel it like a violin string being plucked softly in his chest.

One day after class, he saw you sitting alone on a bench in the courtyard, deep in a book, a gentle smile on your lips. You didn’t see him at first. But he saw you. And that was it.He walked over slowly and sat beside you. You looked up, startled. “A-Akashi-san?”. He offered a warm, rare smile. “May I join you?”. You blinked. “Um… y-yes, of course. I was just… I mean, I didn’t think you’d…”

He tilted his head, amused. “Didn’t think I’d what?”

“Want to sit with me,” you murmured. Akashi frowned gently—not angry, just surprised. “I always want to sit with you.” Your face flushed so quickly he felt a flicker of guilt. “Forgive me,” he said, tone softening. “That was… perhaps too forward.” You shook your head quickly. “No! I just… I never expected someone like you to notice me. Let alone be so…”

“Interested?” he finished for you, voice as smooth as a violin. You nodded shyly. He looked at you for a long moment, something calm but intense in his gaze. “You’re the most quietly extraordinary person I’ve ever met,” he said simply. “Your intelligence is elegant. Your presence… grounding. And your kindness humbles me.”

You blinked, speechless. He glanced away, cheeks faintly pink. “I don’t say things like this lightly.”

You smiled, soft and amazed. “I know. That’s why it means a lot.” A small silence settled between you—comfortable, peaceful.

Then, you offered your book out to him, shyly. “I… think you’d like this one.”

He took it from your hands like it was something precious. And smiled—fully, gently—for the first time in weeks. “Thank you. I’d like to read anything you recommend. Always.”

Murasakibara Atsushi

The scent of vanilla and melted chocolate filled the kitchen as soft music played in the background. Murasakibara Atsushi stood tall—half slouched and yawning—watching you fuss over measuring flour like it was a scientific experiment.

"____-chin, do we really need to be that exact with the grams? It's just cookies…" he mumbled, leaning his elbow on the counter and resting his chin on his hand. You looked up, cheeks faintly pink. “W-Well… yes. If you want the texture to be perfect, the ratios matter. It’s chemistry, really…”

Atsushi blinked slowly, gaze fixed on you. “You always say stuff like that… you make baking sound like rocket science. Kinda cute.” You fumbled the measuring cup, barely catching it. “I-I’m not trying to sound smart, I just—wanna get it right…” He chuckled, that lazy, deep rumble that made your heart flip. “You’re so sweet, ____-chin. Like sugar. Way sweeter than snacks.”

Your face turned cherry red. “Atsushi!”

He reached over and gently poked your cheek with a flour-covered finger. “It’s not fair. You’re so small and smart and nice. Every time you talk all shy like that, I feel weird inside. Not a bad weird. Just… like I wanna do stuff better.”

You tilted your head. “Better?”

“Yeah,” he said, straightening up. “Like… try harder. I don’t usually care about much, but I like baking with you. It makes me wanna get it right.” Your eyes softened, and a shy smile tugged at your lips. “Then… can I teach you how to pipe the frosting today? You always eat the ones I make before I finish decorating them.” Atsushi looked away, slightly sheepish. “Mnn… you caught me…”

You handed him the piping bag, your fingers brushing his. “We can decorate together. I’ll show you my favorite technique.”

He took it, his giant hand awkwardly adjusting to the dainty tool. “Only if you promise not to laugh.”

“I would never laugh at you,” you said softly, “You’re trying your best, and that’s what makes it perfect.”

His chest felt warm. No one's ever looked at him like that before—like he was more than just tall or scary or strong. Like he mattered, just for being himself. By the time you finished, the kitchen was a sweet mess. Frosting smudged on both your noses, trays of heart-shaped cookies decorated with surprising finesse, and a very sleepy but content Murasakibara who had only eaten two this time. (Progress.) He leaned back, licking a bit of icing from his thumb. “Hey, ____-chin?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re like my favorite snack. But better. You make everything feel... softer.”

You giggled and leaned your head on his arm. “You’re soft too, y’know. Especially when you smile like that.”. He looked down at you, violet eyes hazy but full of something gentle and real, “Let’s bake together forever, kay?”

“Always.”

Kagami Taiga

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon, and Seirin's gym echoed with the sound of basketballs hitting the hardwood. Taiga Kagami was practicing his jump shots, sweat glistening on his brow, focused as ever.nSitting quietly on the bleachers, you watched him with a small smile, a book resting in your lap—Astrophysics for People in a Hurry. You weren’t in a rush, though. Not when watching your boyfriend throw down dunks like gravity didn’t apply to him. Kagami noticed you looking and missed his shot. The ball bounced away, and he ran a hand through his hair, flustered. "Ah—don't stare like that! I get nervous." You hid behind your book, cheeks flushing. “S-Sorry… you just look really cool when you play.”

He jogged over to you, panting lightly. “You’re always saying stuff like that out of nowhere.” You fidgeted with the corner of a page. “I just mean it... you always look cool to me.” Kagami crouched in front of you, his crimson eyes softening. “And you always make my brain hurt with those big science words,” he teased, grinning. “But I love hearing you talk about that stuff anyway.”

Your face went even redder. “Y-You do?”

“Yeah. You light up when you explain things. Like when you told me stars are basically giant balls of gas, but they’re still pretty, like you.”

You giggled shyly. “You remembered that?” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Course I did. I don’t get half of what you say, but I like your voice when you say it.” There was a pause, warm and content. Kagami stood and held out a hand, when he said“Come shoot a few with me.”

“I’m terrible at basketball,” you said nervously, but took his hand anyway. He answered quickly, “Doesn’t matter. I’ll teach you. You teach me stars, I teach you hoops. Deal?”

You nodded, heart fluttering, “Deal.” As he guided your hands on the ball and helped you take a wobbly shot, he laughed as it bounced off the backboard.

"Okay, okay—maybe we start with layups."

You smiled up at him, your hand still in his."Only if I can tell you about black holes while we practice."

“Only if I can tell you you’re cute while you do it,” he shot back.And under the fading light in the gym, stars and basketballs spun in harmony.

Aomine Daiki

Aomine Daiki had never been one for rules, schedules, or emotional depth. He liked basketball, naps, and vending machines and his ever loved explicit magazines. Simple stuff. So when he started showing up early to the vorpal swords practice with a clean uniform, smiling, and even offering to help Kuroko rebound, everyone knew something was up. Very up.

“Who is she?” Kagami asked, squinting like he was trying to solve a strange math problem. “Some genius girl from Class 2-B,” Kise whispered. “I heard she’s top of the year. Super quiet. Real sweet. Super stlylish glasses. The whole academic weapon thing.”

“Wait,” Midorima interjected. “That girl? The one who once corrected the physics teacher once? No way she and Aomine even know eachother....if shes a jaguar...hes a....snail”

“Yep. Exactly that girl,” Kise confirmed. “Apparently she’s been tutoring Aomine.”

“Oh god,” Kagami muttered. “She’s his weakness.”

— - - -

Aomine couldn’t explain it. Not to himself, not to his teammates, not even to the vending machine he stared at with mild confusion one day, his heart fluttering in ways that had nothing to do with strawberry milk. You stood beside him, pointing out the best drink based on his post-practice sugar crash. “I-I think the peach vitamin drink might help… since you burned so many calories today…”, you said sweetly. He looked down at you. Your voice was always soft. Careful. You never pushed. You never stared at him like he was just some arrogant jock. You talked to him like he was smart, like he could be smart. You even helped him pass his last history test—and he didn’t even fall asleep once during tutoring.

“…Why are you so nice to me?” he asked suddenly. You blinked up at him, confused. “B-Because… you’re nice, too?”. He laughed—actually laughed. “No one’s ever said that to me.”

“But you are,” you said, fiddling with the hem of your sweater. “You always walk me to class, and you helped that first-year carry her books last week, even though you said you didn’t want anyone to see.”

He flushed. “Y-You saw that?” You nodded shyly. “You’re very loyal, protective and you are always doing small things when you think no one notices… But I do.”

Aomine didn’t know what to do with the feeling spreading through his chest. Warm and tingly and weird. He wanted to call it something stupid like cute disease or sweetness poisoning, but all he knew was that every time you smiled at him, something in him softened.

And that terrified him. But it also made him want to hold your hand in the middle of the hallway and not care who saw. “y/n,” he mumbled, voice low. “You’re killing me, y’know that?”

You tilted your head. “I—I’m sorry—”, a apologetic tone clung to your voice. “No! I mean… in a good way. Like… I dunno what you’re doing to me, but it’s working. I wanna be better. For you.”, he explained. You blinked, heart pounding. “D-Daiki…”

Before you could respond, he took your hand and laced his fingers with yours, eyes flicking away in embarrassment.

“Just… don’t let go, okay? Ever. You’re the only one who makes me feel like… like I’m not a mess.”

You smiled, squeezing his hand, “You’re not a mess, Daiki. You’re just… a little unorganized. And incredibly lovable.”

He groaned. “Stop being cute. It’s dangerous.” You giggled. “Then stop looking at me like that.”

The next day, Aomine showed up to practice even earlier. With extra sports drinks. One labeled "For Tetsu." Another with a sticker that said "Good luck today!" in handwriting that definitely wasn’t his. And when the team saw you drop off a bento at lunch—complete with heart-shaped onigiri—and Aomine smile like an idiot while holding it like treasure, no one said a word. Except Kise, who whispered, “Bro, he’s gone. He’s so gone.”

And Aomine? He didn’t care. Not one bit. Because for once, he felt like the only one who could beat him, was you.

Kise Ryouta

Kise Ryouta was used to attention. Cameras, fans, compliments—he soaked it all in with a smile and a wink. But none of that ever made his heart race. Not like you did. You, with your oversized sweater, always tucked behind a book. You, who blushed if someone so much as looked your way. You, who tutored him in math with the patience of a saint and the voice of a lullaby. And you, who somehow didn’t care that he was famous.

That made you dangerous.

“____cchi~,” he hummed, sliding into the library seat beside you, ignoring the “Quiet Please” sign as he leaned closer. “What are we learning today? Algebra? Geometry? Or just... how cute you are?”

Your face immediately flushed, and you pulled your notes up to hide behind them. “Ryouta… y-you said you’d focus today.”, you aid with a serious face. He grinned. “I am focusing. On you.” You peeked over the edge of your paper, voice soft but steady. “I mean… on studying.”

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled, lifting his hands in surrender. “But can you blame me? You get all serious and focused and your glasses slide down your nose just a little—ugh, it’s so cute I could die.” You looked away, flustered. “You’re ridiculous…”

“And you’re amazing,” he said, a little more seriously this time. “You’re like… a genius. How are you not famous yet?”. You mumbled something he couldn’t quite hear. “What was that?” he asked, leaning in again. “I… I don’t want to be famous. I just want to help people,” you whispered. “Like helping you with math. Even if it’s just small stuff.”

Kise stared for a moment, caught off guard. No one ever said things like that to him. No expectations, no praise-hunting. Just quiet kindness. Genuine warmth. You. Suddenly, he didn’t want to flirt. He wanted to hold your hand and protect that soft heart forever. “Y’know,” he said, softer this time, “when I’m modeling, there are tons of lights. But none of them shine like you do when you’re helping someone.”

Your eyes widened slightly. “…Ryouta.” He leaned closer again, this time serious. “I’m not just saying that to be cheesy. Well, okay, I am, but I mean it too.”

You bit your lip, trying to fight the smile creeping up. “…You’re actually kind of smart when you’re not trying to flirt.”. He gasped, dramatically offended. “Did ____cchi just call me smart?! I’m putting that in my diary.”

“You don’t have a diary,” you giggled.

“I do now.”, you said. Before you could reply, he reached across the table and gently took your hand in his. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, y’know? Even if you never realize how special you are… I do. And I’ll remind you every day if I have to.”

You looked down at your interlocked hands, your heart racing. “Okay… but only if you actually pass the math test next week.”

He beamed. “Deal. And if I pass, you owe me a reward.”

“…Like what?”, you asked. “A kiss,” he said, eyes sparkling. You buried your face in your notebook.

“R-Ryouta!”

But you didn’t let go of his hand.

Kuroko Tetsuya

It started with a thermos bottle. A small, pastel blue one with little cat stickers on it. Kuroko opened it quietly on the bench during a break, revealing homemade cocoa with a note tucked inside. In delicate handwriting: “You did your best today. I’m proud of you. ♡ – y/n”

The entire Seirin team paused. “Wait… Kuroko,” Kagami squinted. “Did your girlfriend seriously pack you cocoa with a handwritten note?!”

“Yes,” Kuroko replied calmly, folding the note like it was sacred. “She’s real?!” Hyuuga exclaimed. “I thought you were joking!”

“Why should I???....She’s very real,” Kuroko said, taking a sip. “What is she, a literal anime character?!” Izuki cried. “Next he’ll tell us she’s super smart, shy, and very good in school.”

“She does,” Kuroko said with a soft smile. With this, the team collectively lost it.

— - - -

You stood outside the gym after practice, nervously clutching a container of homemade cookies, mentally rehearsing your lines: “You worked hard today, Tetsuya.” Simple. Sweet. You could do this. When the gym doors opened, Kuroko stepped out and spotted you instantly—his usual quiet gaze softening.

“You waited for me,” he said. “I—y-yeah,” you stammered. “I brought you something. They’re um… cinnamon with a bit of chai spice. I read cinnamon helps with muscle recovery and—um—you like sweet things so…”

Before you could spiral further, Kuroko gently took your hand. “You always think so much about me,” he said softly. “Thank you.”

From the open gym doors, Seirin peeked around the corner. “OH MY GOD,” Kagami whispered. “He just—he just took her hand like it’s the most natural thing ever!”

“She’s BLUSHING,” Izuki gasped. “This is ILLEGAL. WHERE’S THE WARNING LABEL?!”. Kuroko gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re always so thoughtful y/n. I want to do something for you too.”

“M-Me?” you squeaked. He nodded. “Let me walk you home. It’s the least I can do for someone who bakes recovery cookies.” Inside the gym, the team had collapsed into a collective heap of agony. “This is too much,” Hyuuga groaned, holding his chest. “They’re too soft. I can’t take it.”

“I thought Kuroko was a shadow,” Kagami muttered. “But he’s a fuc*** sun now. Sun.”

—

As Kuroko walked with you under the evening sky, holding the cookie tin in one hand and your shy, trembling hand in the other, he looked at you and said, completely earnestly:

“You make everything brighter, y/n. Even basketball feels warmer.”

You nearly tripped on your own feet. Back at the gym, Koganei lay on the floor and whispered, “They’ve weaponized sweetness. We’re doomed.”

Midorima Shintaro

Midorima Shintarō had a schedule. A perfectly organized, color-coded, minute-by-minute schedule. It included basketball, study blocks, horoscope analysis, and—most recently—a new recurring entry: “2:45–3:00: Accidental run-in with ____-san by the vending machines.”

Not that he’d ever admit that. You, his shy, brilliant classmate, were the only person alive who could rival his grades and yet somehow still struggle with opening your own locker or dropping your calculator mid-sentence. But you had the kindest smile. And when you offered to share your color-coded flashcards for the physics exam, Midorima felt his logic center short-circuit.

“Th-That’s… acceptable,” he mumbled when you offered to compare notes. From a short distance away, Takao watched the interaction with the giddy delight of someone watching a slow-burn rom-com unfold in real life. “Oh my god,” he whispered, ducking behind a bush. “He’s BLUSHING. That’s not just normal Midorima red—it’s full romantic crimson.” Back in the gym, Takao gathered the Seirin and GOM group chat (yes, they all shared one, for better or worse).

TAKAO (to group): Midorima’s in love. Send help. Or popcorn.

AOMINE: Tch. No way.

KISE: OMG WHO IS SHE??? IS SHE CUTE?! 💛

MURASAKIBARA: If she’s not sweet, i’m not interested.

AKASHI: Should we...prepare a celebration?

KUROKO: I believe they are very compatible. I’ve seen them walk together after class.

KAGAMI: Wait, he’s dating someone before me?! What the hell! @KurokoShadow you DID????

MIDORIMA: Delete this chat. Immediately.

— - - -

And so it began: a campus-wide obsession. You and Midorima, the two top students, were often seen studying together under a tree. To others, it looked like a peaceful academic retreat. But to the GOM and the Seirin team, it looked like something out of a shoujo manga. “Look at the way she hands him her pencil like it’s a sacred relic,” Kise whispered, starry-eyed. “Look at the way he adjusts her reading glasses when they slip down,” Kuroko added. “I feel like I’m watching a National Geographic documentary about two shy deer in love,” Takao said, dropping by.

— - - -

One fateful day, you nervously handed Midorima a handmade bento.

“I-It’s not much! Just a thank-you for the tutoring. And maybe also because I… really like spending time with you…”, he stammed. The GOM and Seirin, hiding behind the bushes (again), collectively gasped like it was the final scene of a romance drama. “…Does this constitute a confession?” Midorima asked carefully. “Only if you want it to!” you squeaked. “Then I do.”, he sadi. Back to the bush: “OH MY GOD,” screamed Kise. Aomine dropped his drink. “THE NERD CONFESSED?!”

“I think… I think I’m crying,” Takao sniffed. Even Murasakibara smiled a little. “They’re cute. She’s like squishy marshmallows. I like her.”. Akashi smirked. “I expect wedding invitations in a few years.”

— - - -

From that moment, the two of you became something of a campus legend. Studying in the library together like a couple out of a light novel. Walking home side by side, shoulder to shoulder, with Midorima subtly adjusting your bag so it didn’t hurt your shoulder. You brought him tea before exams. He made sure you had your umbrella when it rained. Power couple. Supreme scholars. Two shy souls completely and blissfully oblivious to how disgustingly adorable they were.

“Honestly,” Aomine said, watching you two trade textbooks like love letters, “this is worse than watching Kise on Valentine’s Day.”

“They’re gonna take over the world,” Kagami muttered. “With cuteness and calculus.”. “I ship it,” Takao declared, hands on his hips. “Hard.”

Midorima sneezed somewhere across campus. “…Someone’s talking about me,” he muttered. You passed him a tissue, flustered. “M-Must be because you’re famous now…”. He paused. Looked at you.

“…Not as famous as I am for liking you.”

You turned into a blushing mess.And the Generation of Miracles? They groaned in synchronized agony. “Make it STOP,” Kise wailed. “Let them be,” Akashi said calmly. “They're unstoppable now. Academically and emotionally.”

[moshimoshibe]

akashi

[tetsunabouquet]

Could you do a scenario with the gom + kagami in which their s/o came back from a night out and she's too drunk and doesn't recognise them and when they're about to help you change she says something like "sorry but I have a boyfriend"?

Midorima

"Sorry but I have a boyfriend." The words spilled from your mouth as your breath smellt like the cocktails you've been consumning. Midorima sighed, "This is why I tell you to drink more water all the time Y/n." You looked up, and the recognition clicked in your brain. Only your boyfriend scolded at you like your mom would. "I think I'm as blind as you," you said giggling. "Let me help nanodayo, " he offered again and this time you let him undress you. You eventually fell asleep, safe in his arms.

Kagami

"Sorry but I have a boyfriend." You nearly slurred the words and Kagami groaned at the sight of you. Having no energy as it was already late, Kagami decided to hit the hay. Perhaps you'd recognize him once you plopped onto his bed. He watched you struggle to get out of your clothes impatiently as he yawned. He decided to try calling out again, "Hey babe, are you coming? I'm tired." This time you looked at the man in the bed and did recognize your boyfriend. "Kagami, could you help me undress?" Kagami only turnt onto his stomach and groaned once more into his pillow.

Aomine

"Sorry but I have a boyfriend." You shouldn't have said those words to him, but your drunk ass did it now. First, Aomine looked at you confused as slowly, jealous thoughts began seeping in. Were you cheating on him? No, you couldn't possibly be leaving him, you were just too drunk. Had a lot of boys approached you at the party? Aomine's eye started twitching as he lifted you up. You yelped and started struggling in his arms. "I'm going to make you remember who I am forever." He threatened darkly as he threw you on the bed.

Kise

"Sorry but I have a boyfriend." The uttered words left Kise speechless. Then he chuckled a bit as he realized you were just drunk out of your mind and he could use that against you. "Oh really, is he hot?" You wrinked your nose. "…Yeah?" Kise grinned. "Do you think he's funny?" You frowned. "Ehm… I suppose so?" Kise then went on, "How charming do you think he is on a scale of 1 to 10?" You were getting really confused and slowly it dawned to you that you were being played for fool. "I think you're a 10 on the scale of vanity Ryota."

Murasakibara

"Sorry but I have a boyfriend." You said as you tried to wobble awkwardly to the bathroom. He stared at you until memories of how it felt like to be intoxicated hit him. Oh. He just followed you like a puppy to the bathroom, wondering if you would recognise him in the bright bathroom lights. Intimidated by the dark long figure you cowered backwards, nearly falling onto the toilet seat. It was when Murasakibara turnt the light on that you saw it was your boyfriend all along. Oops.

Akashi

"Sorry but I have a boyfriend." Those words made Akashi's lips curl with amusement. His precious love was clearly too intoxicated right now, it was a good thing he had arranged a driver for you. "What do you want me to do for you then, miss?" He asked as the perfect gentleman, playing along with your state. "I want you to get me Seijuro, and could you please turn the lights on?" Akashi chuckled lightly and walked over to the light switch. He turned it on. "Ta-da, I have arranged you both." You couldn't help but start laughing too.

[dailyfigures]

Akashi ; The Tatami Galaxy ☆ Good Smile Company

[nei-ning]

This is OFFICIAL Kuroko no Basket art - and I have NEVER seen it before! I absolutely love it! :D Shame I couldn't find the source that where this is from. I don't remember seeing it in anime so maybe it's commercial or something?

Damn, Aomine in a dress... <3

[naicqs]

emperor eye

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[ranhaitanisgf]

hi! could i request headcanons or oneshot (either is okay) for bonten timeline sanzu haruchiyo with an excitable, extroverted reader? thank you so much, and no worries if not! (+ also your theme still says rqs are closed, but i saw you posted them being open two hrs ago :3)

pay attention to me!!

synopsis: how would bonten haruchiyo act w/ an excited & extroverted s/o?

☆ a/n ˎˊ˗ idk if yall can tell but ive never written for mr haru lawl ... also !! i added a little mini oneshot cause i couldn't help myself :3 thank you so much for requesting !! this was so cute to write !! i hope everyone enjoysss xoxo

☆ characters ˎˊ˗ sanzu (akashi) haurchiyo x g/n!reader

☆ wc ˎˊ˗ 2.7k+

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❥ sanzu thinks you’re annoying at first. 

❥ he doesn’t notice at all when you first move into his apartment building; he doesn’t take much care in noticing small things like that if it didn’t relate to bonten. his work and mikey were the only important things to him, so when he hears excited squealing seeping through his walls one day, he thinks that his neighbor has a kid, (which quite frankly annoyed him, but he decided he didn’t care enough to do anything about it). 

❥ there was no estimated time as to when he would get home--ranging anywhere from 6pm to 4am--so it takes at least a month or two for him to meet you officially. coincidentally, he had been going out to grab a drink from the convenience store when you were excitedly jumping around outside your door, a delivery package in your hands. 

“oh! omg, are you sanzu-san?!” “...hah? who’re you?” “oh my gosh, i’ve been knocking on your door everyday for the past month, but you never seemed to be home! i never got to introduce myself to you! i’m (l/n) (y/n)! i moved in not that long ago, so i wanted to get to know my neighbors!”  “‘kay. bye.” 

❥ the only thing he wants to do is get away from you; he doesn’t want to be bothered with civilians, much less someone as annoying as you seemed to be. seriously, why were you talking so loud?!

❥ much to his displeasure, you followed him all the way to the convenience store, talking his ear off about the most meaningless things he’s ever heard of in his life, (how does somebody talking about nothing for so long?!) as he purchases his drinks and walks back to the apartment building. it takes everything in him not to snap at you; if he did, he would probably wake up all the neighbors from raising his voice, which wouldn’t be ideal since this was already his fifth apartment in the last six months. 

❥ he’s unsure how you possibly couldn’t get a hint that he didn’t want to be bothered, especially after he only said a maximum of ten words to you in the whole thirty minutes you were following him around, (are you really that clueless? is this what loneliness does to people?). it does take him by surprise that you aren’t scared of him though; you’d shown absolutely no sign of apprehension despite the scars around his mouth, which he supposes shows a bit of good character from you. not that he really cares. 

❥ he’s more than happy to shut the door on your face when he gets back to his apartment, finally indulging in the peace and quiet of his apartment, (he doesn’t think he’s ever been so happy to hear nothing). right when he’s opening his bottle of sake, he hears squealing through the walls. when you start monologuing about whatever you’d received in the mail, he just decides to quit and go to bed. 

❥ sanzu isn’t sure how, but you have somehow made it your routine to follow him places whenever you ran into him. he also isn’t sure why he continuously allows you to tag along with him, but as long as it doesn’t affect his work, he doesn’t really care. 

❥ you’re always talking about something; the weather, your coworker’s strange behavior the other day, or the stray cat you saw in the alleyway that ran away. there are times when he tunes out your talking and uses it as white noise, but you never seemed to get upset at the fact that he visibly is zoning out. 

❥ after a while, he gets used to your constant presence around him, so much so that he finds it strange to not hear your excited yammering while he’s at work, (although he supposes he wouldn’t want to have that constantly in his ear while he’s doing ‘business’ with someone). 

❥ the one thing that gets the attention of the rest of the bonten executives is when he suddenly stops going to the clubs, leaving whatever work he had there for during the day when it was barren. it was such a drastic change in behavior; sure, sanzu was never the type to be obsessed with the scantily dressed girls in the club, but he was known for taking some home every once in a while. at the very least, he was known for getting various types of substances from sketchy dealers who frequently attended. what’s even stranger to everyone is the fact that he slowly starts to engage in less substances, (though he still does every once in a while) which is what rings the alarm bells. 

“oi, sanzu.” “what do you want, ran? i’m fuckin’ busy.”  “well, it can wait. the fuck’s been up with you lately? you’ve been acting weird as shit.” “so?”  “so, what the hell’s been up with you?” “none of your goddamn business, that’s what.”  “woahh, easy there, man. seriously, somethin’ bothering you?”  “i said it’s nothing, so drop it.”

❥ by the time he realizes what he’s been doing, it’s too late for him. you and your talkative self have wiggled their way into his heart, setting up camp to stay for a while. he had a glimpse of a thought of it when ran was confronting him, but he immediately pushed it out of his mind because how could that possibly be true? 

❥ it can’t be true, even if he unwillingly likes to think about it now. he can’t let himself think about it; you were one of the most strange yet innocent and pure people he’s ever met, so how could he willingly taint you with someone like himself? no, he wouldn’t let it happen.

❥ and just like that, everything seems to be back to normal for him. he goes to the club even more than he did before, and the amount of substances he uses seems to increase exponentially by the week. he begins to sleep on the couch in his dingy office instead of going home so that he doesn’t run into you, only going home for the bare essentials every couple days, (and even then, he leaves after just a few minutes). 

❥ it’s just his luck that he gets out of his car the moment you turn the corner onto the apartment building’s block, seeing him in plain sight as he freezes for a moment. and then he unfreezes because 1.) why is he of all people scared to run into you? he’s a bonten executive, he’s killed people before, so why was his heart beating so fast right now? and 2.) he needs to get away from there. right now. 

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“hey!! not so fast, haruchiyo!!” you shout, your steps hastening as you try to catch up with him. sanzu can hear your steps behind him, but his long legs give him the advantage as he quickly ducks into the apartment building, smashing the elevator button and tapping his foot as it decides to be as slow as it possibly can be. 

he lets out a ‘tsk!’ sound when he notices you enter the building, promptly looking away from you and looking cooly at the blinker indicating what level the elevator was on, (can this thing move faster?!). 

“stop ignoring me!! where have you been?!” you questioned, your voice a mix of worry and anger. “i’ve been knocking on your door everyday with no response!! i know you don’t particularly like me, but you’re the only person who doesn’t walk away from me, so could you at least give me a reason that you suddenly started avoiding me?!” 

“...’m not avoiding you.” sanzu doesn’t know what to do right now; he’s never seen you angry like this before. typically, he would care less about the feelings of some random person like you, but for some reason the hurt in your voice makes him unusually unsure of himself. 

you scoffed at his lame excuse, rolling your eyes. 

“look! you’re trying to avoid me right now with elevator! seriously, can you just tell me what i did? i won’t do it again, i swear! just stop avoiding me!” 

“fuck, it’s not you!” sanzu suddenly said, his voice strained. “i’m just busy, okay?! you’re better off being friends with someone else.” 

“but you’re already my friend!! why don’t you want to keep talking to me??” sanzu ignored your words, his gaze staring straight ahead at the doors of the elevator, his stare so intense that you could almost think he was trying to open it telepathically. “hey!! can you just answer the damn question already, haruchiyo?!” 

“why do you need to know so fuckin’ badly?! i just said i’m busy!!” 

“because! i like you!” you yelled, your eyes seeming to get a bit watery. “and i know you don’t like me and that’s fine but i just want to be able to talk to you and see you sometimes, but now you’re always gone and i don’t know when you’re going to come back and it scares me! i just-” 

sanzu cut off your words, promptly stepping in front of you and slipping his hand behind your head, slamming his lips into yours. he’s not even sure himself why he did something stupid like this, especially when the whole reason he was avoiding you was because of his own flaws, but he couldn’t help himself when he heard you being so cute and worried over him, (seriously, how was he supposed to resist something like that?). 

it obviously took you off guard at first, but sanzu made sure you quickly realized what was going on, his mouth desperately pressing against yours. his kiss was rough but passionate, his lips moving quickly against yours as he pulled you closer to him, his other hand sliding around you to rest on the small of your back, (he’s doing it purely out of instinct; he hasn’t really thought about how he had been avoiding you for this very reason). 

a small ding! from the elevator grabs your attention, making you push him off of you as someone comes out from the elevator, glancing at the two of you a bit suspiciously before walking out of the building, leaving both of you in silence. 

“uh…wanna go to the convenience store for snacks…?”

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❥ it took a little bit for sanzu to open up to you about anything even a little bit, but once he did, you were able to figure him out pretty quickly, especially when he’d finally decided to be truthful about his actual profession, (bro does not work an office 9-5). due to all of this, it’s easy to tell that sanzu has a lot of issues, but it wasn’t something that you weren’t willing to work through with him!

❥ the two of you are the definition of black cat and golden retriever! you are always excited about everything and are taking him to all the cool and trendy places on dates while he is more quiet, keeping close to your side and watching everything with a careful eye, (especially people he defines as creeps, i.e. people who look at you for more than 0.2 seconds). 

❥ date wise, he is usually following your lead. he doesn’t have the slightest clue about what you think it romantic, so it will usually be you planning outings for the two of you. a lot of times he will complain about being tired and not wanting to go out, but don’t worry, he’s completely lying; he just thinks it’s cute when you whine and pull his arm asking him to come out with you. 

❥ despite the fact that he is not the most romantic guy, he does a lot of romantic things without realizing. he enjoys sending you your favorite flowers when you’re at work or staying at home while he’s at work, sending cute little notes along with them, (well, you think they are pretty cute). 

i think you like these ones. -h be ready by seven. wear something you feel good in. -h sorry i didn’t buy milk. there’s frozen waffles in the freezer. -h

❥ sanzu does a lot of those little things for you too; opening doors for you, pulling chairs out for you, taking things out of your hands when you’re carrying a lot, etc. it doesn’t seem like he’s the type to do things like this, but it’s because he isn’t the type to do it. he only does it for you, and he himself doesn’t even know why he does these things, (he’s head over heels in love with you, but in no universe will he ever actually admit that). 

❥ the most protective over you, and a little possessive too. he doesn’t control everything that you do, but he likes to have a clear-cut plan of everything you do on a normal day so that his mind is put at ease, (also so he can known when something is wrong). he won’t tell you this, but he has someone assigned to keeping an eye on your as you go about your day because he’s extremely paranoid that somebody from an opposing gang will try and come after you. he would prefer if he could by your side himself, but it’s the next best option, (he still sends frequent texts and calls you throughout the day to make sure everything is well). 

❥ the possessive part of him comes out more when he thinks people are hitting on you, (they really are just being nice; he’s just a little bit crazy…he loves you though!!). he doesn’t hesitate to slide his long arms all around you, letting you continue talking while he makes a deadly eye contact with the person, his face twisted in mild disgust as if he were looking down at a cockroach, (he’s mastered this expression somehow). he knows that you enjoy talking with people so he won’t keep you from doing so, but in the process he will make sure that everybody knows you’re his. 

❥ sanzu’s not the most affectionate person there is, but he is affectionate when he wants to be. there are times when he’ll come home and not say a word, just wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head in the crook of your neck, mumbling something about having a terrible day. really, he just becomes a big baby when he’s like that, laying his lanky limbs all over you and claiming that he’s ‘recharging’. 

❥ it’s hard to label sanzu as an extrovert/introvert, since it can really depend on what mood he’s in and the situation. he’s more of an introvert in public settings with other people, (he doesn’t know how to interact nicely with people he doesn’t know) but when he’s with a majority of people he knows, he turns into more of an extrovert which matches with your energy quite nicely. 

❥ unintentionally, there comes a time when you accidentally get to meet the rest of his coworkers. it happened when they were dropping him back off at home after a night at the club and you’d had to come get him from the car because of how inebriated he was. 

“woah, you’re (y/n), huh?”  “oh, yes! it’s nice to meet you! you all must work with haru, right? please continue to take good care of him! would you like to come inside for a snack or some water?”  “...dude, what the fuck.”  “how the hell did he bag someone like that?!” 

❥ safe to say, they are all extremely shocked, (they never would have thought that someone like sanzu would be dating someone as sweet and talkative as you). the next day when he gets into work, he’s immediately hounded with all types of questions surrounding you and how the two of you started to date. 

“holy shit, is that why you were acting crazy a few months ago?!”  “i wasn’t acting fuckin’ crazy?!” “sanzu, you’re the craziest person here, and you started acting normal!! that was crazy!!” 

❥ after that, he makes sure that his associates never get to see you again, (“hey, bring your pretty lil thing around sometime!”, “i would rather kill you right now.”).

[akashirl]

one last contribution to the fandom before i pass out asleep.

[yamasakiko---ji]

500年ぶりに明石から海沿いをダラダラ歩き、カラー１本。常々思うが、あんまり人が好んで使わないようなカメラが欲しい。 あと、モノクロに戻りたい（引っ越しですべての現像用品は不用品回収へ ...）。

[pfpanimes]

⌕ kuroko no basket • akashi.

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[ballsandbabes]

GOM + Kagami: S/o who is better than them at basketball

Authors Note: Not proofread// Gifs are not mine// y/n= your name

Kuroko Tetsuya

Kuroko first realized your skill when he passed to you in a friendly 2v2 and you effortlessly drained a no-look three. He wasn't jealous—more so captivated. You moved like water, calm and fluid, with a precision he rarely saw, even in his Miracle days. Later, he quietly asked how long you'd been playing, and you shyly admitted you'd joined a European pro league at age 12. He blinked once, then twice, and softly said, “That makes sense.” Watching you taught him more than any practice ever could. He started recording your footwork to study at night, calling it his “homework from the heart.” When others tried to provoke him—“Isn’t it weird your girlfriend’s better than you?”—he only smiled. “She’s the one I look up to,” he’d reply, genuinely. He didn’t fall for you because you were better. But damn, did it make him fall harder.

Kagami Taiga

Kagami Taiga always knew you liked basketball. You wore old tournament hoodies, threw around the occasional snarky play critique, and joined him to shoot hoops after practice. But he never guessed how deep it went. Not until one lazy afternoon, when he found you at the court near his apartment, casually draining three-pointers from the corner like it was nothing. You didn’t know he was watching at first. You faked right, pulled back, and swished another perfect jumper. Kagami stood frozen near the gate, holding two cans of vending machine drinks. “The hell…”

You turned around, startled, “Taiga! You scared me!” He blinked, “Since when do you shoot like that?!” You rubbed the back of your neck, suddenly sheepish, “Uh… always?”

“No. No way, Y/n,” He stalked over, eyes narrowing, “I’ve played with you. You always go easy. You’re holding out on me.” You shrugged, “I mean, I didn’t think you needed me to go full throttle during casual one-on-ones.” He narrowed his eyes. “...What level are you?”

You hesitated. “...Pro league. A few years overseas.” Kagami dropped the canned drinks. “WHAT?! YOU PLAYED PRO?!” “I retired early,” you added quickly. “Injuries, mostly. Now I just play for fun.”

Kagami’s mouth opened, closed, opened again. He looked like you’d just told him you used to be in the NBA.

“Wait, so—you’re better than me?,” he asked totally curious. You smirked. “I’m not saying that.”

“...But you’re not denying it either,” he stated. You stepped closer, spinning the ball on your finger with a grin. “Wanna find out?” His competitive fire ignited instantly, “Oh, hell yeah.” You played for real this time. The match was fast, rough, and loud — full of steals, blocks, trash talk, and Kagami getting absolutely cooked by your step-back jumper. He didn’t hold back. But neither did you. And when you slammed in a clean left-handed layup and nutmegged him the very next play, he stopped mid-dribble and just stared at you, eyes wide, chest heaving.You raised an eyebrow, “You good?”

He broke into a grin — wide, bright, and genuinely thrilled. “You’re insane,” he panted,“I love it.” You blinked,“You’re not mad I didn’t tell you?” He shook his head. “Nah. I mean—yeah, I’m salty you’ve been sandbagging me this whole time, but—” he walked over, draping an arm around your shoulder, sweat dripping down his temple “—you being stronger than me just means I’ve got a new goal to beat.”

You rolled your eyes. “Of course you’d turn it into a challenge.”

“Damn right,” he said, nudging you. “I’m dating a pro, how am I supposed to let you outrun me on every play? My pride’s on the line here!” You laughed, pulling him closer. “Careful, Kagami. You’re dangerously close to sounding impressed.”

“I am impressed,” he said, more softly this time. “Like, seriously. You’re badass. And the fact that you still show up to mess around on street courts with me…” You bumped your forehead against his, a playful grin on your lips,“You’re worth it.”

He looked away quickly, ears turning bright red, “Tch. Shut up.”

“Aw, are you blushing?”

“NO.”

Later that night, Kagami couldn’t stop watching old footage of your matches on YouTube, jaw slack. Murmuring to himself, “Damn, she crossed that guy so hard his soul left his body…” You caught him mid-binge and smirked. “You stalking me now?”

“No! I’m—studying. For revenge.”

You kissed his cheek. “Bring it on then, tiger.”

Kise Ryouta

Kise was floored the first time he saw you dunk over a 6’5” guy in a pickup game—with flair. He gawked, mouth open, like he'd just witnessed a new species.“Waitwaitwait, babe, did you always play like this??”

When you told him about your pro background, he was stunned into silence for once. Then, his competitive side kicked in: “Okay! Time to copy that move!” Spoiler: he couldn’t. He tried for weeks and ended up asking you to coach him. Every time you beat him 1v1, he’d whine, “That’s not fair, I got distracted by how hot you looked doing that fadeaway!” But in truth, he was deeply inspired. He loved you for who you were, but admired your fire even more. To him, you weren’t just a girlfriend—you were his idol.

Aomine Daiki

The first time you crossed him up and left him on his ass, Aomine just stared at the sky and muttered, “…What the hell y/n?” He hadn’t lost to anyone since middle school. And yet, you moved like a damn hurricane— a controlled chaos he couldn’t predict. When you told him you'd been playing professionally since you were a kid, he lit up with a grin. “Ohhh, so that’s why you’re scary good.” Instead of sulking, he got fired up. Your joined practices turned into battles. He loved having someone who finally kept up with him—no, surpassed him. The court became your love language: sweat, laughter, and fierce competition. “Guess I finally found someone who gets it,” he’d say, eyes shining. And in you, he saw everything he once lost—and more.

Midorima Shintarou

Midorima had never been so flustered. His calculations, his astrology, his routines — none of it could prepare him for you. Every shot you made was surgical, precise, and even more consistent than his.

"This defies logic," he muttered, readjusting his glasses for the fifth time. Still, he couldn’t stop watching you — like studying a perfect theorem in motion. Privately, he tried to match your form, mimicking it in front of the mirror. You noticed, of course, and teased him gently, causing him to blush furiously. He’d claim you were lucky, but deep down he admired your raw mastery. "Even Oha-Asa didn’t predict this," he’d mumble when you beat him again. Despite himself, he became more humble beside you. In his quiet way, he accepted that even perfection had a higher ceiling — and it was shaped like you.

Akashi Seijuro

Akashi didn’t believe in being outmatched — until you made his ankle snap. He lay on the court, stunned, as you offered a hand with a smirk.

"Try harder next time, Sei," you teased. He laughed — genuinely, for once. He respected dominance, and yours was the type he couldn't control or outwit. Instead of being threatened, he was intrigued… enamored, even. You weren’t just his equal — you were his better, and he loved that paradox. He wanted to be worthy of you, to rise to your level in a game he once ruled alone. Training with you became sacred, a battlefield and a love story all at once. Sometimes, he’d watch you in silence, eyes gleaming like a tactician learning a higher form of strategy. You were his queen, and he’d never mind being one step behind — as long as he got to walk beside you.

Murasakibara Atsushi

The first time you dunked over him, Murasakibara just blinked and muttered, “Huh… that was kinda rude.” He wasn’t mad, just startled — because no one ever got past him that easily, and definitely not with a grin like yours. You moved with effortless speed and control, and it annoyed him in the way a candy wrapper stuck to his fingers would: mildly, repeatedly, and unavoidably.

"You’re too strong, y/n-chin," he’d mumble, pouting as he chewed on a snack and watched you sink shot after shot. Still, he kept showing up to play with you, even if he claimed it was “too much work.” In truth, you stirred something in him — a lazy giant finally tempted by challenge. He started jumping higher, defending harder, reaching for you in more ways than one. He’d complain you were mean when you blocked his shot, but his smirk gave him away. He didn’t need to be the best if it meant watching you shine. And when you sat beside him post-practice, sweat-soaked and smiling? He’d rest his head on your shoulder and think, yeah, this is worth the effort.

[moshimoshibe]

akashi

[tetsunabouquet]

GOM Headcanon: Confessions

A/N: I had been thinking of how I'd confess to Akashi if he were real and I were the vice president of the student council, and I decided to make a headcanon how the GOM would react when their crush gives them an epic love confession.

"Akashi-senpai, I need to tell you something. I've been in love with you for a long time, and whilst I am know I am not the kind of girl someone of your status would fall for, I frankly stopped caring. I only care about wanting to make you happy and smile every day. I want you to know you deserve someone who loves you for who you are and not for whom your father is, even if it's not me. I just love you so much that it hurts. It hurts to keep it from you. I hate not being able to be honest with you, and I think I'd die if I couldn't confess to you before you graduate."

-You were his favorite girl in the entire student body, being a true friend. During your first year and Reo's final year, the vice-captain of Rakuzan's basketball team basically adopted you as his little sister. Nearly two years had passed since then and Akashi was preparing for his exams. -He did needed a while to process that you actually liked him back, because he had been wondering wether he had been delusional about it. -Akashi smiled warmly at you and asked you if you wanted to go out with him some time, going along with whatever you wished and whenever you wished it. -The two of you began a relationship as he affirmed he had no intention allowing his father to pick him a bride. -His heart melted when you said his heart was worth so much more then a simple transaction, and he confirmed to himself that you were the keeper he had always needed.

"Midorima-san, may I tell you something? I just wanted to say that I think you're the coolest guy at this school. You never allow people to push you around, you never care what they say and you've got such a strong backbone. I think you're truly strong, and not just because you have those mucles that you do and I think it's really attractive. The attitude, I mean, not the muscles though you do have a really nice body…" You rambled on and took a deep breath. "I just wanted to say, that I think I'm falling for you and think you're a really amazing, dependable guy even if you're younger then me."

-You were the senpai Midorima had been crushing on ever since he had enrolled at Shutoku and seeing you act all flustered like an innocent schoolgirl over him, shocked him to his core. -Sure, you were a schoolgirl, but he never expected to see you such a babbling mess. He never realized he had any of the slightest kind of power over you or that you even really cared for him all that much. You were always kind and helpful to everyone, after all. -Midorima said he would like to have your number in response, when he finally could speak. His face was red like a crate of cherry tomatoes, let me tell you. -He texted you as soon as he came home and hoped he hadn't broken some kind of stupid code as he was new to romance. Girls always seemed to speak about a code, at least. -Eventually he arranged a date later that week because it was the day both of your signs occupied the first and second position on the Oh-Asa chart and you giggled thinking he was cute.

"Aomine-kun, I need to tell you that I like you. Like, a lot. You're so cool, especially on the court. Just seeing you gets my heart all fluttered." You placed your hands on your heart, feeling it thump harshly underneath your flesh. There were a thousand things you wanted to say, like how beautiful his eyes were, but you knew Aomine to be a simple guy so you said it as plainly as you could, before you would chase him away by saying something cringy.

-Aomine first stared at your chest, your hands drawing more attention to it as he processed the information, but you knew Aomine could be a pervert so you didn't mind. -He started smirking pretty quickly though, you were a girl he found considerably pretty and he liked your sense of humor so it was great to hear you confess to him. -Aomine decided to ask you out for a date after the upcoming basketball match. -You attended the match and cheered for him, making him actually excited to play. -Afterwards he took you for a victory celebration dinner for just the two of you with the last thing you saw before leaving being a grinning Momoi.

"Murasakibara-kun," you said, drawing the purple haired's attention, "You are as dear to me as salt, and I would like for you to be my boyfriend." It was simple, easily processable for the childish-minded giant and with his love for food you thought the fairy-tale reference was cute and well-suited. Though panic shot through you as you wondered if Murasakibara even knew that folktale considering it wasn't as popular as Cinderella or something. Fingers crossed, I guess?

-Murasakibara might not have heard of the fairytale before, but unlike the King of the tale, Murasakibara was far too aware of the importance of salt and did not take it weirdly. -Murasakibara might have been convinced to go to Yosen partially because the coach was hot, but when it came to the actual students he found you the most attractive and he loved your fruit scented shampoo. -It did not take him long to decide that it wasn't a bad idea to give a relationship with you a shot and he nodded. "Sure." -Offered you a piece of candy as a token of love. -You couldn't stop yourself from cherishing that wrapper. You know, like in the sense of not wanting to wash your hand if it had been kissed by the boy you like. You wanted to remember that moment forever, no matter how simple and easy it had been.

"Kise, I want to tell you something and I hope you take me seriously," you said before taking a deep breath. "I know you probably get like a dozen confessions every day and honestly I wonder if mine is even going to stand out. But I really like you. And not for your looks. Neither for the money you probably make or the talent you have at sports. I like you for who you are. Like the moments you were trying so hard to make Kasamatsu-senpai proud, its like watching a golden retriever and I couldn't help but melt on the inside for a bit. If I'd only have half the devotion you show for the basketball team, I'm pretty sure I'd be the happiest girl in the world. Please be mine."

-The two of you had been partners in school projects often, it was as if luck was on your side to the disappointment of many girls at Kaijo High. So Kise knew you fairly well. -He had honestly fallen for you. Your humor always lifted his spirit and he saw you as a genuine friend. -Kise broke out in a 1000 watt smile, glowing as finally, he had been given the confession of a girl he actually liked. -He accepted your feelings immediately and you were shocked with how quickly he jumped to the occasion. -There were a couple of girls spying on you and you could hear them sob as Kise pulled you close and asked you if you were available for a date this weekend. You could not stop yourself from giggling as Kise rubbed it in their faces that he was only interested in you.