#GOM

[kuroko-no-cuties]

How the GOM + Kagami react when you ask for a hug 🫂

AKASHI✂️

He would smile gently and hold you softly and securely.

At first he’s a bit hesitant to do so in public, but after awhile of being together he’d be happy to oblige to your need of physical affection whether the need may arise.

If he’s feeling playful, he’ll press a soft kiss to the side of your neck

If he’s in a gentle mood, he’ll press the softest kiss against your forehead whilst holding you in his arms.

Whatever moods he’s in he’ll always look straight into your eyes and softly let you know how much you mean to him

MIDORIMA🍀

Will act like a difficult tsundere about 75% of the time

Good luck getting a proper hug from him if you’re in public [especially if he’s around his teammates]

Will lowkey ignore your request unless you’re persistent, then he’ll give one of the most awkward side hugs ever while blushing his face off

Now if you two are by yourselves he’ll be a bit more cooperative

If he’s still in a tsun tsun mood, he’ll roll his eyes and act like you asked him to perform some laborious task, but in reality he’s very happy to show you affection. He’ll wrap his lean muscular arms around you and hold you close.

When he’s in a more docile mood, he’ll give you the cutest little smile *see pic above* and hold you securely while placing light kisses on the top of your head

KISE ✨

You might as well prepare yourself because he’ll hug you before you even have a chance to ask properly.

Honestly gives the best bear hugs 🐻

Will lowkey squeeze the life outta you while lifting you off your feet and nuzzling his face into your neck.

Doesn’t matter to him if the two of you are in public or not - he wants to make sure everyone knows how much he loves you <3

MURASAKIBARA🍬

He’ll just look at you for a second with those lazy purple stoner eyes before lifting one of his long arms silently giving you permission to cuddle

Snack in one hand (and hanging out his mouth) and you pressed into his tummy. He’ll continue to nom on whatever he’s eating but he’ll be careful about dropping crumbs in your hair.

50/50 about hugging in public - on one hand he doesn’t care if anyone sees but on the other he really doesn’t wanna hear Himuro’s teasing or Okamura’s crying about not having a girlfriend.

When’s he’s in an especially cuddly mood he’d wrap both of his long arms around you and squish you close to him. You might even have to tell him to ease up because he’s kinda crushing you and you can’t breathe help!-

KAGAMI❤️‍🔥

If you two just started dating, he would blush profusely before giving you a shy hug.

If you’ve been together for awhile he’d just do his devious little smirk yk the one

And wrap his strong arms around you tightly. Rubbing his hands up and down your back and arms leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake which he doesn’t fail to comment on

Will only feel a little flustered in public if his teammates tease him, but it won’t prevent him from holding you close

He loves sitting on the couch with you in his lap - he says you’re the perfect little chin rest and you say he’s the perfect chair.

He’ll tease and tickle you by poking you in the sides, to get him to stop just squirm around in his lap and he’ll behave while blushing into a tomato

KUROKO🩵

Will smile softly and gently wrap his arms around you without hesitation whether in public or in private

Gives the best gentle hugs wile rhythmically drumming his fingers along your back

He also doesn’t mind being your teddy bear - meaning he’d allow you to latch onto him without complaint 🧸

AOMINE

Will tease you and playfully ignore you’re requests for a hug

He’ll whine that he’s too tired or is too hot or doesn’t feel like it but in reality he just wants to see you beg the bastard

But other than that he’ll give playful & naughty hugs

This includes him tugging your hair or squeezing your 🍑 - doing something to make you flustered and catch you off guard

His favorite cuddle position is when you’re laying on top of him. It’s just so relaxing - you’re weight + body heat makes you the perfect weighted blanket according to him

[mitskiplier]

is this fandom still fucking breathing

bonus:

[mybigboots]

Silence, slave.

[imagine-knb]

[lamnwar]

Gom + Hanamiya + Imayoshi with an s/o who has a big bust and is insecure about it? (Nsfw please~~)

Heeeyyyy 💕 omg LOVE that request because it's so relatable to me 😭 so this one is kinda self-indulgent and long bc I got really inspired lmaooo also as I said before, I don't write for Hanamiya so he's not in these hcs but I still hope you like it! <3

MDNI 18+

LOVE 'EM LIKE THAT // KNB Headcanons

Context: feeling insecure about your big bust? no worries!! your fav boy loves them <3 All characters are aged-up for plot purposes (18+).

Pairing: GOM + Imayoshi x busty gn! Reader

Warnings: nsfw so fondling, nipple play, nipple sucking, biting, mentions of sex, reader has breasts but gender is not specified! (yeeeaaah I went all out I'm a big titties enthusiast 😭)

AKASHI

Ok first how dare you feel insecure about any part of your body???

Akashi is so convinced that you are absolutely perfect and that every part of you is exactly how it's meant to be

Nothing, to his eyes, is too big or too small or anything of that sort! So naturally, Akashi believes that your breasts are exactly how they're meant to be

He understands, however, why you'd feel insecure about them

He's witnessed people oversexualizing you because of your chest and my boy doesn't fail to put them back to their place

He's a smart guy and despite the way that he personally feels, he knows that straight out telling you that you have no reason to be insecure won't help

So he figures that he should help you appreciate it!

Akashi buys you pretty necklaces because he says it makes your chest look absolutely elegant <3

He's got you one with an "S" for "Seijurō" and he's just in heavens seeing the little pendant fall on your chest!

He particularly like how it moves with each jiggle of your breasts when your having sex 🤭

If you like lingerie, Akashi spares no expense and buys you the prettiest bras!

Doesn't matter if it's tedious to find actually beautiful bras for bigger sizes, he finds them and he buys them for you

And when you wear them for his eyes only, oh my...

He's a well-conceited dude, but he can't help but ravish at the sight

He loves to hold your big tits in his hands, massaging them ever so delicately

And he litters them with kisses, telling you how much he loves them

"They're so gorgeous, you know? Just like you, my love"

It's guaranteed the moment you two are having sex that your insecurities disappear

No one is as good as Akashi when it comes to loving your body <3

Like if he could make a painting of them, he would!

MIDORIMA

Midorima deals with his loved ones' insecurities in a rather indirect way

He's heard you talk about how bad you feel sometimes for being so busty and how you wish you had smaller boobs

He's seen your face when those cute tops that everyone wears can't fit on you

But he's never said anything about it, so you'd think he doesn't understand or worse, he doesn't care

Oh but you're wrong though!

My boy Shintarō is observant, so he doesn't say much anyways

But then you'll come home and he'll sit you on his lap and just look at you

Scanning your body with his cunning green eyes as you blush, and he'll let his slander fingers pull your top up

And you'll sit here, flustered as he hums, tracing the shape of your tits

"It's foolish to be insecure, sweetheart, these are just as they should be"

He'll say these words as he cups them in his big hands, thumbs grazing your erected nipples

And he'll go ahead, sucking on them and looking up at your face as you let out soft moans

"See? Sensitive just as they should be"

And he'll caress them, ever so often squeezing them harshly just to get a loud gasp out of you

"Soft, just as they should be"

And he'll see himself get hard not from the playing with your tits, but from seeing that pleasure on your face

"I told you, nothing to be insecure about, sweetheart"

KISE

Kise refuses to accept an universe in which his s/o is insecure about any part of their body!

So he's very vocal about it, he tells you everyday that he loves your body

He sometimes gets very passionate, even going to the length of ranting about it for long minutes

"Trust me baby, you're gorgeous! You're busty, so what? I love your big tits, baby, they're crafted by the gods, you hear me?!"

Don't you dare pull your neckline because you're showing too much cleavage! Kise thinks you're beautiful as you are and he won't let you hide your beautiful body in any way

It lowkey gets annoying lol

His favourite way of showing you how much love you and your big bust deserve is by taking pictures of you!

You heard me, Kise occasionally snaps pictures of his gorgeous s/o and their beautiful, big breasts

And if you dare cover them, he'll slap your hand away

He even takes a selfie of him resting his head on them

"See baby, they're perfect!" He grins as he shows you the lewd pictures he's taken

And it's not just dramatic words and action! In the simpliest ways, too, Kise shows the appropriate love to your bust

Ever so often glides his hands under your shirt to fondle them, his hot breath in your ear

"So great, baby... love these big titties of yours. No need to hide them, alright? Everything about you is just perfect."

He loves to suck on them, leaving open mouth kisses all over <3

He just loves to caress them, holding them as he thrusts into you and watches your body with stars in his eyes

"You're my pretty one, don't forget it"

AOMINE

Ok ok so Aomine is a special case because being with him at first might have made you more insecure

You knew the guy loved big boobs, he's never been subtle about it

And if technically you had what he liked, you feared at first that he'd be disappointed by your chest

It's not perfectly round and tight like the ones on the girls he's seen in magazines and other pornographic media

Yours sags and jiggles, it's natural but you've known way too many men who can't accept the real look of naturally big breasts

So you got particularly insecure when you started dating Daiki

However, you were quick to realize that you had no reason to be

Everything that you hated about your tits – the size, the shape, the way they sit on your chest – is EXACTLY what he loves about them

The first time you pulled your shirt up and let him see your tits, Aomine was mesmerized by the way they dropped out

He's absolutely in love with them (and you <3)

Oh god, does he love how squishy they are!!

And the way they jiggle

Literally moans when he sees them move with his thrusts

Even fucks you harder just to see them bounce

Squeeze them hard from time to time, absolutely feral for them

"Fuck pretty, those are insane!"

Always finds his way to be under your shirt, fondling them, squeezing them, sucking on your pretty nipples

He's so obsessed with them omg he even gets them sore from all the attention he gives them 😭

At this point you have no choice but to accept that, in your boyfriend's eyes, your tits are the best thing ever

Works you towards loving them as much as he does

To the point where you even take the initiative sometimes to give him a boob job

It drives him CRAZY omggg

He loves to see his cock drag in and out between your big titties

Always makes him cum instantly hihi

Talking of which, he's got a peculiar way of showing his love for your titties by occasionally cumming on them

"Shit, pretty... god bless you're so perfect"

Yeah, basically makes you less insecure about them by loving them enough for the two of you <3

MURASAKIBARA

Weirdly enough, I believe Murusakibara to be be the most understanding of your insecurity

He's lived his whole life being above average in size, so he kinda gets you for the way you feel about your bust

He knows how annoying it is to attract unwanted attention and have everyone oggle at you because you're not built like most

So when you voiced out your insecurities, he's got you!

And since he knows how it is, he helps you out of it

For him, the key is acceptance: you don't need to love what you're insecure about, you just need to be ok with its existence

So he'll tsk when you try to cover them up or when you feel like changing your top because you think it's too tight

He'll show you that one very intricate bra with an insane cleavage and ask you, "why don't you wear this one more often, hm?"

The funny thing with him is that he's kinda indifferent to the size of your chest

Honestly, nothing is too big for a guy like him, so he acts with no particular regard for your bust size

Except maybe putting his snacks on them when you're sitting together watching tv

Dude got himself a nice table, so he's gonna use it 😭

He touches them in such a nonchalant way too

Oh! Gotta mention though, how good it feels that his hands are big enough so your boobs fit almost entirely (if not entirely) in them!

It's the kind of thing that makes you feel a bit normal about your big tits, so you insist sometimes to have him holding them for you

And he doesn't complain, he quite likes it!

Squeezing them to destress

"These are fun, sweets"

Definitely leaves a shit ton of love bites on them! As much as he seems indifferent about your tits, he loves to take them in his mouth

Loves to suck and bite them the most! Leaves your chest covered with his saliva and doesn't give a fuck about it

Atsushi is a 100% the kind to randomly get his head in your shirt and nibble on your skin for his own entertainment

And when you start breathing heavily and whimpering at his ministrations, he'll look at you with the most indifferent look, head peeking between your tits

"Something's wrong, y/n-chi?"

Doesn't even let you reply before he keeps gnarling on them, leaving small purple bruises everywhere on your tits!

IMAYOSHI

LISTEN. He may be a bit of a fucker, but he's got empathy

Seeing his s/o insecure about a part of their body, he makes it his life mission to resolve that issue

Personally speaking, he doesn't care about chest size, so the fact that you're busty is the least of his worries

But it's an issue to you, though, and he can't let you live like that!

Imayoshi's solution is exposure therapy

He's gotta make you face your chest, he needs you to see them as he does

And he'll do it in... questionable ways, indeed, but it does work (somehow?)

He might suddenly lift your shirt up while you're cuddling, leaving you confused while he chuckles in your neck

"Now now, darling... I just wanna see these pretty things"

And can you say no, when he's so good at teasing them?

He LOVES tugging on your nipples, twisting them a bit just to get to hiss and swear at him

And as much as you hate him for playing with you like that, you do love what he's doing

And he takes it to another extreme, sitting you in front of the mirror, chest bare

Hand on your jaw, forcing you to watch your reflection as he mutters in your ear

"Look at them, pretty, don't you dare looking away"

So here you sit, getting to look at that part of you that makes you so nervous for such a long time that it slowly starts to change your gaze on them

And Imayoshi's not done there

He takes your hands, putting them on your chest and giving you just one, simple instruction

"Go ahead, play with them"

You're stunted at first but you slowly start doing what he's asked you to, and the more you go, the more you feel different

From embarrassement to arousal, seeing yourself in a whole new light while he sits beside you, a cunning smile on his lips

That's exactly what he wants, for you to change your perspective on yourself

That body of yours, though he's not one to admit it, is irrestible

Every part of it, meant to be loved, touched, played with

And when he gets you to do it to yourself, you have no choice but to love it too

After a while, he'll swat your hands away and replace them with his, looking at you in the mirror

You can't help but keep your eyes on your chest, on the way it looks in his hold, at his mercy

And you blush, tempted to look away but unable to do so, because you enjoy it

You enjoy the way Imayoshi toys with your tits, making them feel less like a burden to you

"Still insecure, darling?" he laughs softly "of course not, these marvelous tits of yours are nothing to be insecure about"

[schokoschaum]

[long-manic-nights]

I love that Rakuzan loves Akashi so much. I love it even more because they probably baby him like crazy, like a psychotic little brother.

The Miracles, who perceive him as a force of evil, find it extremely weird and off-putting.

[imalwaysinconfusion]

rewatching knb for the 4th time round and when tetsu ran to kagami on the court (s1: 20) he started talking about how the gom gave him a uniform but never fully handed them their trust. then there’s is a frame where one by one they start fading away while tetsu is saying “after a certain point, they stopped being able to trust me”

The order they start to fade:

Aomine

Murasakibara

Akashi

Midorima

Kise

So either it’s the order they stared losing trust or it’s the order they started losing respect for kuroko. I just find it interesting they did it in that order cause during the teiko arc that’s the order the team started to fall apart and tetsu was lowkey the middle man trying to save it all.

[starsailorjannystan]

in which you’re Kise Ryōta’s best friend, forced to watch him disintegrate before your eyes, his teeth growing sharper, his laughter going higher and his smiles getting faker. your friendship is one of the things you value most in your life. unbeknownst to you, he wants to ruin it.

long one-shot, alternate pov cheerleader!reader light angst, fluff, pining mellow, anime!kise because i’m delulu of his manga version (at least in this fic)

“What? What is it? Intimate? Private? Personal? But what are friends for, if you can’t talk to them about what really matters?  All these nights we spent talking together… How could you? How?”

The Name, Matthieu Delaporte and Alexandre de la Patellière

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You’ve known Kise Ryōta for as long as you could breathe.

Technically, you can’t remember your first meeting, since you were both in glass cribs in a Tokyoite hospital, blissfully unaware of the summer heat, but just as you were neighbours as babies in the maternity ward, you were neighbours as little toddlers in the sandbox, and neighbours as children, waving to each other from your window.

Then you had your first significant meeting in a gym. His elder sisters were taking ballet classes on the upper floor, and you were stuck together during stretching exercises in your rhythmic gymnastics class. You had offered your name, he had offered his, and it had been the childish equivalent of blood-brothering yourselves to each other.

Since then, you had been glued at the hip, like conjoined twins (without the unfortunate medical complications, of course), and people were more surprised to find you on your own than with each other.

You had followed Kise in every sport endeavour he had undertaken, from swimming to baseball, from gymnastics to volleyball, cricket to soccer, short-track and figure skating and cycling, and you watched as each time he mastered a sport and gradually grew bored with it, while you got into cheerleading in third grade and never regretted that decision. You waited for each other at the end of the school day, him on whatever sport activity had struck his fancy at the time, you running drills with the cheer squad, and you always stopped for drinks on the way back home, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Your parents never minded the fact that your best friend was a boy, because they had known Kise since he was little too, and you weren’t short of girlfriends thanks to the cheer squad. Though one day you had come back home crying, and your mother had gone into full mama bear mode, until you told her Kise had choked on a bone fish at lunch. You had never been so scared in your life and you had really thought he was going to die. Your father offered to sign you up for first aid classes, and you had dragged Kise with you.

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Middle school had been the first time you were separated. You went to Teikō Junior High, while Kise joined Teikoku Junior High, a school known for its invincible soccer team.

You made the mistake of briefing him on Teikō’s basketball team. To this day, you still don’t know if you forgive yourself or not. But in the end, you’ve decided that time in your lives had been necessary, and your relationship hadn’t been broken to the point where you couldn’t mend it.

Kise had taken on modelling, and as always you had been as supportive as possible, secretly hoping he would stick to it, that he had finally found a hobby that would keep his interest. He had wanted to get his ears pierced, because it would make him look cool, and you had decided against telling him that earrings could cause accidents. Two girls on your squad had been practising back tucks, and one had accidently caught the other's loop earring while spotting her, and you still remembered her shrill scream and all the blood that had dripped on the mat. However, you had had your own ears pierced a while ago as a birthday gift from one of your aunts, and you had noticed the way Kise looked at your ladybugs pendants. You had always done everything together, maybe he was feeling like he was missing out on an experience. So all in all, you hadn't thought it would be a bad idea, all things considered.

Hoo boy, were you wrong.

You had ended up in a café, sharing a tiny strawberry shortcake because you were both on a diet thanks to your demanding activities, and Kise was still sniffling over the pain of the piercing. You had left Claire's with him clutching his left ear, and your endless stream of comforting words had sort of calmed him, but he had refused to pierce his other ear. You had stopped on your way to buy disinfectant, and, without his knowing, a pair of small ring-like silver earrings. And, over the half-eaten shortcake, you had offered him an earring.

"You know, I think you'll look even cooler with only one. It's a style and I'm sure you'll rock it!"

He had looked up from his spoon, eyes still a bit watery, but glinting with hopefulness.

"You think so?"

"Of course! Here, take it."

You had made sure his wound was clean, and you had slid in the earring's pin. Then, you had slipped the other earring on your right thumb.

"Look, I'll keep it until you want to pierce your other ear. How about that?"

He had nodded, and both to change the topic and cheer him up, you had said:

"You know, my school has this incredible basketball program, and you haven't tried basketball yet, right?"

That's when everything started going south.

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You didn't mind being small.

Sure, sometimes you wished you would be a bit taller, mostly because you couldn't afford to gain weight, as on your frame it would show immediately and your coach would double your drills, but you knew that your small height was what allowed you to be top girl. You could back tuck into next year any girl on your squad, and any boy on the gymnastics club. Your kneecaps had been stunted by tumbling, but you didn't mind.

Except when Kise joined the basketball team and suddenly every person you hung out with was way, way, wayyyyyy taller than you.

Even Momoi, who didn't even play basketball, was taller than you.

At least none of them were jerks about it. Most of the time.

"Come on, stop sulking!"

"I'm not sulking!"

Aomine was easily the worst offender. At least purple-haired guy (Murasakibara? was that his name?) wasn't really mean about it. Plus he towered over everyone so you never took it personally. Aomine however always seemed to have fun asking you how the snails were faring today, since you were so close to them. You had no idea how Momoi managed to put up with him 24/7. Though it was true that with his negative 20 IQ thing going on half the time, Aomine was mostly manageable. You’d offered to tutor him, and had been blown away by how many subjects he was failing.

“I thought Kise was bad at school,” you’d said, ignoring your best friend’s theatrical pout, “but you take the cake.”

“What cake?”

“Go back to sleep, Murasakibara.”

(You haven’t seen Kise smile like that in a while. You’re not sure Teikoku was a great place.)

So you hung out with the first-string after practice, head still pounding with the pyramid counts, thighs bruised by the bottom bases’ grips, your shoulder still smarting, pain lancing through your arm. You tried not to throw up the ice-cream you bought, and you turned your head when Momoi touched your arm.

“What do you think about this app? It could be useful.”

You shook your head, looking up to the pink-haired girl.

“Once, I’ve entered Kise’s data in it—”

“You what—”

“And it told me he was three months pregnant. So, those apps are weird. You’re better off tracking it manually on a calendar.”

(The truth was, you didn’t know. You hadn’t had your period yet. None of the girls on your squad had—except Sachiko, and you’d never seen her again after the day you’d heard her crying in the bathrooms).

Momoi smiled, before catching sight of Kuroko and launching herself onwards like a rocket, earning little more than a deadpan look, though you could see the fondness under it.

But truly, you didn't mind, because for the first time in virtually forever, Kise looked genuinely excited about his new hobby. You thought that this time he really found companionship and stimulation. You smiled back at him whenever he turned to you in the bleachers after a successful shot, marvelling at the way he seemed to light up the whole court as soon as he stepped on it. His happiness was your happiness. So you'd never shown defiance towards the basketball team. You really hadn't thought that one through.

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You went shopping together because Kise had wanted a new phone and you were on your fourth store raid already. You didn't see anything wrong with his current phone, which still had on its back the Hello Kitty sticker you had given him when you entered middle school. Sure, it was peeling a little, but it was fine. Kise only asked for the phone's capacity and photographic quality each time, and off you were on your quest again. Munching on your fizzy drink's straw, you raised your head as he rushed towards you. Before you could ask him if he had finally found it, he slung one arm over your shoulders and told you to smile.

Heads bonking over the screen, you grinned at each other. You were both weak for selfies and your own phone didn't have any storage space left for them.

Kise made that one his lock screen picture, and turned fully to you.

"See, it takes pictures better than my eyes."

You had smiled, too, and you'd never questioned his enthusiasm over it.

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Kise's modelling activities had several perks.

For one, you got to meet so many hot people it should have been illegal. You could also get reductions on self-care products, and you were too cute to be broke, so you accepted it without problems. You even got to meet (well, stare at from afar) the photographer of your favourite girl group. Half the pictures on his Instagram account were taken by you, and thank cheer practice for flexibility, because you had to contort like a circus artist to get the best angle each time.

However, his fangirls weren't one of them.

Even though your relationship was strictly platonic, you still got some really hurtful letters and even texts (how did they even get your number?), and after a while you simply blocked them out. You had lost count of all the people trying to get to Kise through you, using you as a means to an end, and you just tried to screen the people that had vile intentions.

Though you could still see how it weighed on your best friend. He was nice and bubbly with everyone, and even if you worried about the mental gymnastics he had to do, you knew he wouldn't turn into a people-pleaser. A few days ago, you had snapped at one of your squadmates who had called him a "two-faced asshole" after being (quite politely, might you add) rejected.

And across from you, he had looked glumly at his (fishless) bento, and you had asked him what was wrong.

"There's this girl that keeps following me," he had sighed. "I tried to let her down but she's incredibly annoying. And clingy," he had grimaced.

Vaguely, you'd remembered a brown-haired girl who was always lingering at the basketball gym's door when you came after cheer practice to go home with Kise.

"So she's bothering you. Want me to go talk to her?"

"No! No, it's fine."

You knew he couldn't be blunt because it would come across as rude and the rumours would kill him. Still, it made your stomach churn with anger.

When the girl had latched onto Haizaki, as you comforted Kise after his crushing loss, you thought that at least it was one less thorn in his side.

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You had realised you were drifting apart at the end of your second year.

Cheer practice had been cancelled because your coach's kid was sick, and you were wandering aimlessly through the streets of the commercial district, half your mind on which high school you would have to go to.

And then you had crossed paths with Kise, who had looked like he was going in one of the glass-paned windows buildings, and you had stopped dead in your tracks. Not because he was where he wasn't supposed to be, but because he had seen you and smiled at you. You recognised that smile. It had the undercurrent of tension that was usually reserved for his fangirls, and it was directed at you.

"Shouldn't you be at practice?" you'd asked.

"Should I?"

That was how you'd known something was deeply wrong.

The basketball team wasn't exactly your friend group, since you hung out with the squad most of the time and without Kise, you didn't really have anything to say to them, except maybe for Momoi and Kuroko. And still you noticed how Aomine was nowhere to be seen, and even Midorima didn't bother with acknowledging you in the halls.

And worst of all, you'd watched Kise's eyes go back to being glazed over with boredom. Every time you asked him if he wanted to talk about it, and every time he reassured you, saying nothing was wrong.

Kise had never lied to you. He had always known all your problems and secrets, and you his.

Somehow, you felt guilty about what happened.

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Teiko was not known for its leniency when it came to sports practice.

Still, it was you who’d foolishly risen to the bait of your squad captain, and here you were on a Friday evening, shrugging icy water off of you hoping for feeling to come back to your toes, when you could have been at home already soaking in a bubble bath.

One good thing: nothing hurt anymore, since your limbs had fallen asleep. You could still catch the last train, so you made it out quickly, grabbing your bag. You walked stiffly to the exit, unwittingly going next to the basketball gym, ruining all your efforts.

(You hadn’t taken the challenge to prove anything to that empty-brained tumbler. You knew it’d hold you back enough so you could miss Ryōta on the way home and pretend it was club stuff. You’d been avoiding him and pretending not to notice his hurt looks. You were unravelling.)

So, that day, walking past the gym, steeling yourself not to look inside, you heard those words.

“Next time we see each other, we’ll be opponents.”

You sped up, almost running to the bus stop, your ankle smarting again after your short run had warmed up your body, heart beating to the confusing tune of hurt and longing.

You weren’t sure you could handle three more years like this.

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Sixteen and born to win, you hopped on the train right as the doors closed, slipping in without so much as a hair caught between the metal edges. Your nails flashed hot pink against the grey of your new uniform skirt, and your hair was tied neatly. You were ready to hit the mat before breakfast.

Of course, you dropped on a seat and immediately let your head fall against the window, catching up on your lost sleep.

Under your eyelids, you couldn’t stop your mind from flashing your phone’s black screen, Kise silent after you’d texted him you couldn’t walk to school with him because of club imperatives, your heart sinking a little in your chest. You couldn’t help but remember the knowing look Momoi had given you at graduation when you’d told her which high school you were going to. As if she were one to talk—you hadn’t made any comment when she’d said she would be going to Tōō! And anyway, it was either this or Shutoku, and you wouldn’t be caught dead on the same squad as your former cheer captain. That girl was going down this year or else.

High school was going to be a good time, you’d make sure of it. New place, new people new rules, new you.

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When Kise Ryōta was five years old, he learnt that little girls could bend in half.

He saw one of them do it, in the gym where his oldest sister had left him while she took her dance classes on the upper floor.

She had bent so far that, for a second, he had been worried she would snap in two.

He would never forget that moment—the moment he discovered what extraordinary meant.

He would never forget any of the moments that came after, when you had told him your name and became his friend at a time when he was so lonely it hurt.

 As you both grew up, he’d started to worry you would move on. Find someone better, someone more interesting. Someone truly gifted in something the way he wasn’t—copying is the lowest form of the wit, after all, or however the saying went.

Or maybe he would get bored of you. Get bored of seeing the same face day after day.

Unfortunately, as the years passed, he didn’t grow bored.

Kise discovered a new sentiment: frustration.

And you were painfully oblivious to it, wrapped up in your own worry.

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First-aid classes with you were horrible for his blood pressure.

Sometimes, the instructor felt merciful and let you practise on mannequins. Other times, the elderly man fancied himself a hotshot cardiac surgeon or something and forced you to practise on live bodies. “A mannequin can’t prepare you for the feeling of ribs breaking under your hands,” he had said, dead serious, with a dozen teens looking uncomfortable as hell.

You insisted on signing up every year in order not to forget the manoeuvres. He knew where that came from, and sure, if he was to choke on a bone fish again or go into cardiac arrest from a bad collision, there’d better be someone who knew the Heimlich manoeuvre and CPR. But if you were the one doing it? He was going to choke anyway.

You hovering over him, eyes on his mouth, gaze focused and jaw set? Yeah, every session was torture and you didn’t even notice. Were you even his friend? Did you even care a little bit about his feelings? How could you not feel the way his skin burnt under your fingers when you pulled him into a practiced recovery position?

As he drifted away from his own teammates, from the new passion basketball had kindled in him, he decided against telling you the only thing keeping him coming to practice was the thought of walking home with you.

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He didn’t have a clue most of the time.

Everything was fine, and then something switched. The day he started undressing you in his head—absent-mindedly, like it was nothing at all, like you weren’t his most precious friend, like he wasn’t unravelling the last thread of his reality—was the day he knew he was fucked six ways from Sunday. You were stuck in a push-and-pull with each other, and he didn’t know what to do.

It seemed Kise could not keep his friendships going smoothly.

You holding his hand or hugging him was never a problem before. He refused to spoil your relationship like with the other Miracles. On the other hand, throwing it all away was so tempting, the easy way out, burn all the bridges and pretend it never happened. If you had been someone else, he’d already have done it. But you were you. You were not some girl he could just toy with, speeding it up to get faster to the break-up.

On a good day, he would psych himself into trying to talk to you—and always failed miserably to follow through with his plan.

When you were younger, you’d hold sleepovers at his or your house, in the dark, by candlelight, giggling uncontrollably until his sisters or your parents came to scold you gently.

He appreciated candlelight even more now, some seven years later and several hours a day spent under the unforgiving blinding flash of a photographer’s camera. He liked the warm flickering glow of it, how the candle slowly died, and you’d agree on going to bed, but would end up talking again until either of you fell asleep. He liked catching glimpses of you in the dark, piecing you back together in his head, fragments of you in this soft glow haunting his dreams, and he'd wake up with strands of your hair in his dry mouth and his hands uncomfortably close to you and he'd go straight to the bathroom. Being overly enthusiastic at breakfast didn’t quite make up for it, unfortunately, and he’d pretend not to notice the question in your gaze.

At the height of summer, he gave up on faking indifference at the way your shorts rode up on your thighs, showing blue and purple bruises where you’d been gripped countless times, propped up by bottom bases for a pyramid. Lying on the grass, he tried to focus on your words despite the blood rushing in his ears, thinking about how much he wanted to make those bruises his doing, how he wanted to—

He came later and later when you were having sleepovers, photoshoots and practice eating away at his time, smiling sheepishly to your father working in the living-room, you were already half-asleep on your covers spread on the floor, near your open window, aquarium glowing softly purple, pump-pump-pumping water. Your eyes two bright spots on your lit-up face when you pulled gently on his sleeve to make him lie down next to you. He complied every time, exhaustion making his limbs weak. He tried to sleep and not think about how hard it was to not touch.

School was no respite for him. When he managed to hide from his fangirls, you spent the break stowed away, pressed against each other like when you were little, and life was a river under a rainbow. You leaned on his shoulder in the hallway, staying still until the motion-activated lights turned off.

You would both pretend everything was fine, and that this wasn’t the worst time of your lives.

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You looked at him but you failed to notice how he looked at you—how his gaze followed the hair catching at your mouth whenever you landed a tumbling pass, ponytail flipping, how he trailed close when you walked on railings by the road on the way home, how his breath hitched when you dismounted with an aerial walkover as if a car didn’t zoom past you at one hundred miles per hour, looking back at him and shooting him a cocky grin, how you were always confident and invested in a single thing, laser-focused on your passion.

The hardest thing in cheer was not the tumbling passes, or the pyramids, or the hours or the gruelling practices, the injuries or the rivalries. It was the smile hiding the lactic acid building in the muscles, it was the spring in the step on hardwood floor, the unfailing cheerfulness.

“Why do you like it?”

He’d asked one day, at the end of cheer practice, which for once had overrun basketball—they needed to prepare for regionals, especially with Shutoku’s squad firing on all cylinders on the circuit this year.

“I’m part of something,” you’d said. “I’m part of something and I don’t have to look at myself.”

After a moment, you’d asked:

“Why do you like basketball?”

He’d paused to really think about it for a minute, and realized he’d finally settled on an answer long ago. He just had to acknowledge it.

“I’m part of a team.”

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Highschool saw you fall into a tentative, sincere routine that was an attempt at going back to the way things were.

(When will you both admit things changed? You were waiting to see who would break first.)

You walked to and from school together. Ease came back as you stopped awkwardly greeting each other, picking up the conversation where you’d last left off without missing a beat, like before. It felt safe, comfortable.

You came to Kise’s games with a spring in your step, happy to see him interact with his teammates, happy to see that Kaijō was free of the currents of tension that had plagued Teikō’s last days.

You went back to your favourite hole-in-the-wall coffee shop, sharing food the way you used to. Everything clicked gradually back into place like synchronizing heartbeats, and even though you knew things would never be the same again, you did your best to make up for what happened, and he did too.

Maybe this was your way of apologizing. Maybe it was his, too.

“I think I need a new lock screen photo,” Kise said one day, gauging your reaction.

“Yeah, I think you do,” you answered.

You grinned at each other.

Things always looked up eventually.

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One second you were soaring in the air under the blinding lights of the stadium, so high, high, high up you could have sworn you touched the rafters, your whole body tight and arms crossed on your chest as you completed your flip, heart rattling against your ribcage partly because of the booming music and partly because of the sheer excitement you’d been feeling.

The next second, your head was meeting the unforgiving, hardwood, polished floor of the court, your squadmates desperately scrambling for you, painted nails scratching at your arms, thighs and waist, clutching and leaving crescent-shaped indents in your skin, and as you were propped upright, you felt sticky hot blood coating your forehead and hairline, and you blurted out: "Oh, that's not good."

The good side of things was that you didn't really feel the pain, since you were living an out-of-body experience. It had started when your squad got on the court, as always, your body slipping out of your mind's control to execute the choreography, the tumbling passes and pyramid beats, and even your injury couldn't jolt you back to reality. Adrenaline was still coursing through your veins, and the hallway was swirling a little. One of your squadmates was standing guard near the bench you sat on, trying not to lie down, and your coach had called an ambulance. You had started debating internally whether falling asleep and risking not waking up was worth it or not when you caught a blue and yellow blur at the periphery of your vision.

A split second later, two strong, callused hands softly cupped your cheeks and you tried to focus on the two worried brown eyes staring at you. It took three long seconds for you to piece it back together—pretty in blue, perfectly winged eyeliner and the hand that held your own when he  dragged you from mall to mall—your best friend was here.

You smiled brightly, though you weren't sure if your numbing body had followed the motion since Kise's brows furrowed further.

"Ryōta!" you chimed, your own voice sounding far away. "Is the match over?"

"It's still half-time. They're cleaning your blood off the court."

"Oh," you muttered, nodding in understanding, the movement sending pain flaring through your nerves, kind of bumped out Kise hadn't won yet, because then you would have headed out for celebratory drinks, and you knew you had to talk to him about something, but what? You were sure you had planned to talk…

You heard Kise calling out your name, and the edge of panic to his voice made you realise you’d been zoning out.

"Are you okay?"

As you tried to focus on his gaze and the feeling of his fingers on your cheeks, you caught sight of your squadmate beckoning your coach over.

"I'm perfectly fine," you beamed as you started falling over, the siren of the ambulance blaring painfully in your brain even from behind the stadium glass gates, blue and red lights flashing on your face, and your vision went black.

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Kise could barely focus on the rest of the match.

Of course, it didn't mean he threw it. He blazed across the court in his usual, miracle-curb-stomping-mortals fashion, but he was off, half out of it. Even though the team they were facing was nowhere near a threat to Kaijō, he knew Kasamatsu wouldn't have hesitated to drop kick him into next year were it not for the too-shiny spot near the half court line where you bled out. Okay, maybe there was no need to be dramatic about it but you'd been whisked away by an ambulance and even the cheer coach, who didn't blink at splintered shins and broken arms, had looked worried. Head injuries could be lethal in this sport. You weren't paralyzed or anything, but he remembered the dried blood near your hairline and your unfocused eyes, glazed over with pain and what was probably the beginning of a concussion.

After the game, he put his clothes back on in autopilot mode, wordlessly letting know Coach Takeuchi he was going straight to the hospital and not getting on the team bus.

The receptionist looked at him with downright unwarranted distrust when he told her he was waiting for you, and that you’d suffered a head injury.

“Let me guess: she fell down the stairs?”

Kise didn’t even know what to say to that, mind coming up blank with worry, and so simply went to sit between a sniffling child and a man who seemed fine despite the axe planted in his head. He belatedly remembered to text his manager he was not coming to the shoot after all.

His chest deflated with relief when he saw your coach step back out in the waiting room, with you right behind her, bandages hiding under your bangs. He sprung up, ignoring the eyes of the receptionist burning holes in his back, and waited until your coach had left you near your house before talking to you. The blood trickling from your forehead where you’d split skin had been spectacular but harmless, as you’d only suffered from a little head trauma. The hematoma would disappear in three weeks all on its own. His throat felt choked up with relief and all the unnamed emotions he’d let simmer during all those years.

You arrived in front of your apartment complex, street lights falling on the street walk, splashes of light on the dark pavement. Silence blanketed you while you were trying to muster the courage to talk.

At the same time, you both said:

“I’m sorry.”

Kise blinked. Sorry? About what? What even—why couldn’t he even apologize properly—

“I wasn’t there for you,” you said, feeling your eyelashes brush against your bandages. “I should have tried to help you instead of watching it happen.”

“What—no, no! I—”

Come on, get your shit together, Ryōta.

“I was avoiding you,” he finally admitted. “Because… I can’t be friends with you anymore.”

You were stunned into silence, coming to a halt before the steps leading to the entrance of the apartment complex. For a second, you convinced yourself you’d misheard. That you’d actually suffered a concussion and were hallucinating this whole part. That this wasn’t happening.

“It’s not because I don’t like you!” He scrambled to save the throw, trying to get all his thoughts out faster upon seeing the way you’d reacted. “It’s because I like you…too much.”

Kise bit on his tongue. He was messing this up. He was messing this up so badly. He felt so stupid, where was his casual flirtiness when he needed it, you would never talk to him again—

You silently hugged him tight, something you hadn’t done since middle school, and the air flew out of his lungs like you’d just punched him.

Humiliating tears pricked his eyes and he closed his arms around you, burying his nose in your hair, your game-day shampoo’s scent wrapping around him, and he found the strength to say, so quietly you could have not heard it: “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

Stupid, stupid you to worry about him when you literally split your head open. But it was true, wasn’t it? He didn’t need to be dragged to practice, you’d timidly gone back to hanging out together more often, and he found that he actually liked those Kaijō lunatics (though he still did not appreciate Kasamatsu’s cage fight skills).

“See you tomorrow?”

Kise reluctantly let you out of his arms, and nodded, heart swelling with relief. Relief, relief, relief. You still wanted to talk to him.

“See you tomorrow.”

You turned, but halted, one foot still lifted over the first step. Did your heart hurt? Did he need to call your parents? His hand went fishing for his phone in his pocket, set on dialling your mom’s number, but he went still when you turned again and took one step closer to him, your hand gripping his jacket, and he mindlessly bent down, eyes widening as you got closer and closer until your lips pressed against his.

Every coherent thought disappeared as his brain turned to mush, and he let out an undignified noise as your tongue anxiously, timidly slipped into his mouth. He’d become the embodiment of non-resistance, hands cupping your face as a wave of heat washed over him.

Then, as quickly as you’d started, you stopped and took a step back.

Kise distantly thought he was probably as red as Kagami’s hair, brain rewiring to produce full sentences again.

“See you tomorrow,” you said, with finality this time, smiling softly.

He nodded, watching you go inside.

He’d see you tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and the day after that, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[pablogom1]

[aesthetic-is-life]

GOM Headcanon

Kise

He has very dry skin. He follows his skin care religiously

He has both a huge prize AND degredation kink.

Every thursday he goes to Caribbean dances and has a regular partner for the bachata

He got a degree in something with fashion and marketing. Still working as a model and influencer during the college years.

After he goes works with his sisters in their fashion company

He and Midorima fucked few times between the Teiko and the High school

He's a little bit of a whore (especially at the club half drunk)

Absolutely adores to give orals. Yes let me suck you off sir please

Very good at it

Had a huge crush for Aomine during Teiko, but nothing happened

His romantic relationship never last long (monogamy problem)

He is poly

Feels trapped in a monogamous relationship

Very closed to his sister in the adult age

Vegetarian (vegan at home)

Has a little tattoo for each miracles (like a frog for Midorima, a cherry flower for Momoi..)

Akashi

Lactose intollerant

Aroace King (kise told him about ace people and Midorima confirmed the existence)

Degree in philosophy

Sojio professional player just for saying he has a job (not really need one)

After the winter cup he had pretty bad episodes of depression and eaten alive from his guilt.

But with the power of friendship (Mibuchi had called the miracles for and intervention) and therapy he got better

He would need a heavy session of consensual BDSM (he subs)

He and his dad ignore each other basically

Didn't took well the death of his horse, and after that doesn't want any more pets

He and Midorima suggest books each other

Doesn't drink, but can handle alcool pretty good

He play golf with the mother side of the family

Totally an addicted to

Only the Gom knows that he was diagnoed DID (dissocative identity disorder)

He would be a perfect menwife

Doesn't like to drive

Midorima

Doctor bccouse his daddy told him to

He and Takao got married at some point

His best man was Akashi

His dad was kind of homophobic, but had a change of heart

For each birthday he does the the natal chart of all the Gom + takao and Kagami

Can't hendle alcool (no at all, like half beer and he is WASTED)

Takao is an architect and he designed their house

Doesn't talk before his coffe

Morning person (after the coffe), Takao is not

Still listen to the oroscop every morning and brings the luck item (Takao is forced to have his too)

Has a thing for dirt talk (Takao doesn't complaint)

Still play piano and composes song for Takao

Would like to have a kid or two

Rei Ryugazaki (from free!) are cousins

Every sunday the have a lunch with the over miracles in their home

Aomine

His career in the NBA (because yes he entred) has benn pretty short for injuries

so he come back in Japan and makes the delivery for the flower/ plant shop of Sakurai.

in the US he and kagami lived togher, but they were in diffrent teams

He adoped a dog he found on the side of a road

Really like beers of all kind and flavors

Decent cook

He and Kuroko fucked everywhere in Teiko. But like everywhere, not corridor, bathroom, storege room or class was safe (they enjoyed)

He and Kagami had drunk and angry sex in the US times

Prefers women (boobs)

As an adult he went to therapy and understood what was wrong during the last years in middle school (depression time)

He and Momoi are big fan of horror movies

Very warm person

Can't stand gloves

Kuroko

Cold hands

He and Kagami moved in together, but neither of them belives in marriege

Kuroko would love a cat, but Kagami is allergic

He works in a kindergarten

and come home full of drawings of the kids

Doesn't want to have children though

Exhibitionist kink

Having sex is a park in the middle of the night

Kagami usually cooks and he drives

Brings his kindle everywhere with him

He smokes a little (like two or three cigarette per day)

Murasakibara

Chronic back pain and at the joint because he grew up too fast

Acne and bad skin in general because he eats to much chocolate and sweets in general

Became a pastry chef

He, Himuro and Kagami opened a nice coffe shop

The type with cultural events, book crossing and stuff

Doesn't really like having sex. He finds it really tiring

He and Himuro have an open relationship

Ass eater king. Not a big fan of penetrative sex because he dosent't want to hurt Himuro with his huge cock.

Has a little aquarium and adores stares at the fish

Can't swim

He got diabetes at some point

Momoi

She got a degree in statistic and after a very high paid job

When Baribe went out, she and Kise went all pink

In her highshool years she did something with some girls, but she found it pretty wet. Prefers small and cute boys

Seirously considering breast reduction surgey

She and Sakurai are together

They have an adorable little dog

When Aomine was in US they used to videocall every fucking day

She and Kise are the queens of gossip

Never had smth physical with Kuroko

Very good at videgames (had a youtube chanal)

especially the shooting ones

Wears high heels at work

Adores cherry

Allergic to something stupid like kiwi or apple

During college she made a lot of female friends

Pretty dominant in bed

Good at drawing

[kuroko-no-cuties]

How the GOM react when you nom them :3

AKASHI…

Will be pleasantly surprised but also confused. He understands that you want attention but why you have to nibble on his shoulder, he doesn’t quite understand. He doesn’t say it outright, but he finds it rather adorable. He’ll think that maybe you just want something to eat.

He chuckles softly in amusement as he watches the strange phenomenon of your head bobbing up and down over top his right shoulder “Hmm, are you hungry darling? Well if you are just tell me. I don’t see how biting my shoulder can satiate an appetite.”

MIDORIMA…

Will immediately try to push you off. He’s just so confused…what on earth are you doing?? He thought you were leaning in for a kiss and next thing he knows you’re biting his shoulder. When you explain to him it’s just a love bite, he blushes slightly and insists it’s the dumbest thing he’s ever heard.

“Do I look like a snack to you? Don’t answer that, nanodayo.” He replies quickly while pushing his glasses up his nose in an attempt to hide the deep blush spreading along his face as you raise a cheeky eyebrow.

MURASAKIBARA…

Will nom you right back. He thinks it’s fun and cute. However the only possible way you can nom him is if he’s sitting down. If he’s standing forget about it unless you don’t mind nomming his elbow because that’s literally all you can reach. He’ll nom the top of your head as well just because he can.

“Mmm~ Chibi-chin is sweet and tasty. Can I have another bite?”

KUROKO…

Will also think it’s cute and lightly nom you back. He’ll also pick up #2 and let him nom your shoulder and your face in retaliation. Weirdly enough, it’ll start to feel nice to him after awhile - kinda like a weird sort of massage.

“Can you do that a little harder and a little to the left? My necks been a little sore lately. Ah thanks. And don’t worry , I’ll make sure #2 pays you back good.”

KISE…

Will be startled at first and think he did something to make you mad, but once you clarify that their just love bites, he becomes a happy nommer that gets a little too excited about it. He’ll bite down a teeny bit harder than you’d like but will immediately apologize if you let out a playful ow.

“You’re too much chibi-cchi! Just when I thought you couldn’t get any cuter, you start giving me love bites like a little puppy!”

AOMINE…

Will think something’s wrong with you. Like why are you biting me go away. But quickly gets used to it once he figured out he can just nom you back with 10x the force. At this point it is no longer a nom it’s a full on bite that actually hurts 😭 . Oh and he’ll latch on to you too so have fun with that

“Oi! Down girl! Alright now it’s my turn. Don’t get all shy now. You know how I play- bite me I’ll bite back harder. Come on babe don’t act like you don’t want me to. I mean, you’re the one who started it after all.”

[hybristophilica]

[Anime 10th Anniversary Project]

pt 1

[mybigboots]

The fear in the eyes of that once-Master-soon-to-be object. Not only is it about to be turned into an object, but it is being tormented with leather gloves.

[imagine-knb]

The GoM have been busy for a while (it could be basketball, school, or something else). They finally check messages from their s/o. They've missed so many and the last one is asking if they want to break up so they can focus on basketball. How do they save their relationship?

Apologies are healthy ʅ(°ヮ°)ʃ Admin Neon

Kuroko

“Please let me make it up to you.” – he spends quite a bit of time texting you back, saying he’d like to meet you at your place to discuss what’s going on between the two of you

when he arrives at your door, Kuroko has a small bundle of your favorite flowers – he’s a gentleman, so of course he’s going to remember which sets are your favorite

spends a long time listening to all of your complaints and all of your retellings of times you’d felt alone because of him; when you finally finish, he’s misty eyed and apologetic

tries his best to make gaps in his schedule that he can dedicate to you, but sometimes messes up and double books himself – he always cancels the other thing to spend that time with you instead

Kise

absolutely the most dramatic about it when he sees you asking to break up – sends you a hundred texts, all of them some form of ‘why would you ask that?’, ‘no! never! not in a million years!’, ‘i love you, i don’t wanna break up!’

when you eventually call him to stop all his mass texts, he’s already crying on the other end of the line – had this been Teiko!Kise, he probably wouldn’t have cared and dropped you, but he’s not like that anymore; he’s grown, he’s matured, and he knows what love feels like now

is the type of boyfriend to say he will do anything to make it up to you and then actually tries his damned best to do it

you want to go on a date right after school tomorrow? sure, Kasamatsu’s going to beat his ass when he’s caught skipping practice, but it’ll be worth it

Aomine

it was a long day and he had not checked his phone all day, so by the time he saw your text, it was already midnight

he would never admit it, but Aomine had been watching too many romcoms recently, so he thought it was a great plan to just go over to your house right now and throw pebbles at your window

Aomine doesn’t care that you looked kind of miffed at the fact he’d woken you in the middle of the night – he tried to ignore the guilt he felt when he saw that it looked like you’d fell asleep crying

“I don’t want to break up with you.” – his voice was too loud for how quiet the night was – “Get down here and let me in. I’m spending the night here with you.”

Midorima

when he sees your text message, there is a small part of him that does wonder if he would be a little more stress free if he were single – he feels ashamed that the thought had even crossed his mind; he’d rather suffer unlucky days for all eternity than break up with you

calls you and asks you how he can fix this – is genuinely surprised when you seem mad that he has to ask, but deep down he knows you are right

with a heavy sigh, he switches tactics and asks if he could come over to your place – “I want to see you. I want to hold you.”

he uses the long walk over to your house to think of all the ways he would make it up to you, starting with all the ways he could show you how much you meant to him

Murasakibara

he texts you once – a simple ‘what do you mean ____-chin?’ – and doesn’t message anymore after that because he’s waiting for your response

is honestly not aware of what could be the problem, so he doesn’t think to message you again or call you, so the next time you guys interact is when he sees you in person at school

when he tries to act normally with you and you give him a bit of a cold shoulder, he finally starts to realize he’d done something to really piss you off

will keep trying to pull you into a hug and when you finally relent, he’ll murmur into your hair – “Just tell me what I’m doing wrong. I’ll fix it, whatever it is.”

Akashi

first thing he is going to do after reading your text message is pause whatever he’s doing to call you – doesn’t matter if it’s practice, doesn’t matter if it’s dinner; he’s going to pause it and he’s going to call you

if you don’t answer, he leaves you a voicemail; if you do answer, he asks if the two of you could talk in person later that night

he does not elaborate any further – he honestly doesn’t think he has to – so he may have accidentally freaked you out with thoughts that he might want to breakup

Akashi is honestly shocked when you arrive already in tears because of your conclusion, but he quickly corrects your wrong assumptions and promises to block off more time for just the two of you in his busy schedule – “Let’s have some time together right now.”

[cemetery14]

Headcannon: Akashi doesn't sleep much cause he's so busy so alot of the time he'll just sit somewhere or stand somewhere with his eyes closed to rest his eyes and recharge

Everyone thinks he's asleep so they try to fuck with him or talk about something thinking he's asleep, and he waits til the last minute to reveal he's awake and scare the shit outta everyone