#akashi seijuro x y/n

[warabidakihime]

Between Buzzer Beaters and Love Letters

Characters: Akashi Seijuro x Reader Synopsis: Love is like a perfectly executed buzzer beater, defying the odds and capturing hearts in the most unexpected moments. It's a love letter penned with the ink of the soul, expressing emotions that words alone can't convey. Between buzzer beaters and love letters, our hearts dance to the rhythm of affection, reminding us that love is a game worth playing and a story worth writing.

A/N: believe me when i say that i daydream about this back in college lol so many reactors on youtube are watching knb, so my sparks for the show returned at full power. enjoy!

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In the aftermath of Seirin's victory at the Winter Cup finals, the basketball court buzzed with electric energy. The crowd erupted into cheers, players embraced in jubilation, and the air was thick with the sweet scent of success. Amidst the celebration, you, the team manager, found yourself caught up in the euphoria, standing at the center of it all.

Kuroko and Kagami, the dynamic duo who had spearheaded Seirin's triumph, were beaming with pride and exhilaration. Their radiant smiles mirrored the joyous atmosphere, infectious and impossible to resist. You couldn't help but join in, a surge of elation filling your heart as you hugged them tightly.

"We did it! We actually did it!" you exclaimed, unable to contain your excitement. "All our hard work paid off!"

Kuroko, ever composed, nodded with a small smile. "Yes, we gave it our all, and it paid off in the end."

Kagami, his adrenaline still coursing through his veins, laughed boisterously. "Hell yeah! We're the champions!"

Amidst the cheers and laughter, the bond between the three of you grew stronger. As the victory sank in, you realized just how much this team meant to you. They were more than just teammates; they were your friends and family. Together, you had overcome countless challenges and now stood at the pinnacle of high school basketball.

The court became a stage for shared stories, memories, and dreams. The euphoria of the moment seeped into every word, every smile, and every embrace. This was a time to savor the taste of victory and to revel in the camaraderie that had brought you all together.

Little did you know, this was only the beginning of a new chapter. The Winter Cup victory had opened doors to new challenges, new adventures, and perhaps even unexpected feelings.

As the celebration roared on, your eyes were drawn to Akashi Seijuro, standing alone in the midst of the jubilant chaos. His usually confident demeanor was replaced with an unfamiliar expression of shock and disbelief. It was evident that losing was a foreign concept to him, and the weight of defeat hung heavily on his shoulders.

Excusing yourself from the group, you made your way towards Akashi, curiosity burning in your chest. Kagami and Kuroko exchanged puzzled glances, unable to comprehend your sudden interest in someone you had previously shown distaste for. Kuroko, however, sensing the hidden emotions within you, offered a nod of encouragement, silently conveying his support.

Approaching Akashi, you could see the surprise flicker in his eyes as he noticed your presence. He seemed taken aback by your approach, not expecting anyone to reach out to him in this vulnerable moment.

"Congratulations on a well-fought match, Akashi," you said, offering a gentle smile.

Akashi's eyes met yours, searching for any hint of mockery or ill intent. Instead, he found sincerity and understanding, something he didn't anticipate. "Thank you," he replied, his voice carrying a mix of disbelief and resignation.

"I know this might be hard for you," you continued, your voice filled with empathy. "You've always been accustomed to winning. But it's in these moments of defeat that we grow the most."

Akashi's guard slowly lowered, realizing that you were not there to belittle him but rather to offer solace. "It's a bitter pill to swallow," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

You nodded in understanding. "Sometimes, the greatest lessons come from our losses. It's an opportunity to reflect, to reassess our strengths and weaknesses, and to come back even stronger."

A moment of silence enveloped the two of you as the weight of the conversation sank in. It was a rare connection, borne out of unexpected circumstances, where walls were momentarily lowered, allowing for a genuine exchange.

Akashi's voice broke the silence. "You're right. This loss... it will serve as a reminder to keep pushing forward and to strive for greatness."

A soft smile played on your lips as you gazed at him. "After watching you play today and even during this whole tournament, I have no doubt you can bounce back."

Akashi's eyes met yours, a glimmer of gratitude shining through. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

As your conversation neared its end, you couldn't help but notice Akashi's captivating presence. The way his eyes held a depth that drew you in and the subtle curve of his lips that seemed to carry untold stories. In that moment, a realization washed over you, causing a soft blush to creep onto your cheeks.

The conversation concluded with an awkward silence settling between you. On the sidelines, Kagami and Kuroko discreetly observed, their curiosity piqued by the unexpected interaction. They exchanged glances, silently speculating on the nature of your conversation with Akashi.

The rest of the Seirin basketball team watched in awe; a mixture of surprise and curiosity danced in their eyes. They had witnessed the birth of an unlikely bond between their team manager and the enigmatic captain of the Generation of Miracles, unaware of the journey that awaited them both.

As the awkward silence lingered, you mustered up the courage to look at Akashi, your heart pounding in your chest. Biting your lip nervously, you felt a mix of nervousness and eagerness. Just as Akashi was about to excuse himself, you couldn't resist but call out to him again, your voice laced with a coy and flirty tone.

"Hey, Akashi," you said, your eyes locked with his. "I don't know when you're going to visit Tokyo again, but if you happen to drop by, maybe you should let me know. We could hang out or something. If you're free, of course."

Akashi's eyes widened in surprise, caught off guard by your boldness. However, his shock gradually dissipated, and a charming aura replaced his initial bashfulness. A dashing smile adorned his face as he gladly accepted your offer.

"I would be delighted," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Perhaps you could share your number, and we can make the necessary arrangements."

Your heart skipped a beat as Akashi asked for your number. With a shy smile, you exchanged contact information, the anticipation growing between you.

"I must admit," Akashi began, a playful glint in his eyes, "losing the game was a disappointment. However, stumbling upon someone as captivating as you, y/n, can certainly be counted as a delightful victory in its own right."

His words were laced with a charming jest, acknowledging the irony of the situation. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a subtle invitation to partake in the playful banter.

The comment caught you off guard, and a hint of blush painted your cheeks. His flirtatious demeanor was as unexpected as it was enchanting. Unable to resist the opportunity for a quick retort, you playfully responded, "Remember to thank your gods then."

With a gentle smile, Akashi's gaze met yours, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. The unspoken understanding between you deepened, as if hinting at a future where the boundaries of competition and camaraderie blurred. The unexpected turn of events had created a unique connection, and the prospect of getting to know Akashi on a deeper level thrilled you.

After a few more exchanges of words, the conversation began to naturally wind down. Akashi excused himself, his attention being required by his coach. With a polite smile, he bids you farewell, leaving you momentarily stunned by the encounter.

As he walked away, his back straight and confident, you couldn't help but watch him with a mix of fascination and curiosity. The brief exchange had left an indelible mark, and you couldn't help but wonder what the future held for the two of you.

With a lingering smile on your face, you rejoined your friends, who were eagerly awaiting your return. Their eyes were wide with surprise, and their expressions were a mixture of shock, amusement, and curiosity. The moment they had witnessed between you and Akashi Seijuro had left quite an impression.

Kuroko, ever the calm and observant one, simply offered a small smile, his eyes twinkling with silent approval. "I didn't expect that, but it seems like you two had an interesting conversation," he commented softly.

Kagami, on the other hand, couldn't hide his astonishment. His jaw dropped, and he stared at you with a mix of disbelief and a touch of jealousy. "What the... Really, y/n? Akashi? When did this happen?" he blurted out, unable to contain his reaction.

Hyuga, the captain of the team, chuckled heartily, clapping you on the back. "Well, I'll be damned, y/n. I didn't know you had it in you to approach Akashi like that. I almost feel guilty for defeating your boyfriend."

Izuki, always one for wordplay, grinned mischievously. "Looks like you're taking 'shoot your shot' quite literally, y/n. I can't help but be impressed."

Kyoshi, the team's supportive and gentle player, chimed in with a warm smile. "That was brave of you, y/n."

As you were engrossed in the lively conversation with your teammates, you felt a gaze fixed on you. Instinctively, you turned your head, locking eyes with Akashi. His intense gaze met yours, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

Sensing the shift in the atmosphere, the Seirin team exploded in a chorus of exaggerated reactions. Some whistled playfully, while others nudged each other with raised eyebrows and knowing grins. Kagami, in particular, seemed ready to explode with a mix of disbelief and astonishment. You can even hear him mumble things like, "I didn't know you had a thing for psychopaths."

Riko finally chimed in amidst the commotion. "Alright, alright, settle down! Stop teasing y/n! We have to prepare for the award ceremony."

Amidst the playful banter and cheers from your teammates, you couldn't help but feel a surge of exhilaration. It was as if a new chapter had unfolded before your eyes, filled with possibilities and unspoken promises.

With a final glance back at your boisterous friends, you turned your attention fully to Akashi. And as you exchanged smiles, a mix of excitement and anticipation coursed through your veins.

The story between you and Akashi Seijuro was only just beginning, and with each passing moment, you were ready to discover what the future held.

[huhsyg]

hello! i love your writing!! can i request headcanons for akashi x fem!basketballplayer!reader ?

SEIJURO AKASHI X FEM!READER ‪ּ ۪ ‬  𖥔

mismatch tinted hues. | absolute emperor behavior.

the red-haired emperor is more than willing to go against you and adore the tricks you attempt to pull on him

from the many medals he's gained from different tournaments, he'd love to decorate your walls with them

akashi is the definition of cold to everyone but sweet to you—expect for the little one-on-ones you'd play with him

whenever your practice lasts longer than it is usual, akashi would bring your favorite snacks to you

akashi would treasure the gifts you'd buy or make for him—that includes a pair of keychains for both of you to put on your bags

he loves to praise you when you manage to stop him in a game

late night drives after practice with akashi as you rest your head on his lap and he strokes, brushes, and untangles your hair without any noise

you'd always find your hand embraced with akashi's in crowded places

he does your hair for you on game days, and they somehow always look good???

whispers of encouragement whenever he finds you struggling with something instead of helping

the type of guy to tie your shoelaces for you

[officialparentofadrien]

𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒊𝒈 𝑨𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑨𝒌𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊 𝑺𝒆𝒊𝒋𝒖𝒓𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

read part 1 here! the second part of the mini scenario for my lovely and fellow sei lover @wsknbfanaccnt

Warnings: mentions of eating a lot

(Listening to Welcome To New York by Taylor Swift)

Well, there are two ways actually. You could've gone first class or private jet. Either way, you're travelling in high class and he's gonna make sure you're comfortable all the way through.

Once landing in New York, you bet that the hotel you're staying at is one of the best in the city. You know like Five Star Hotel, Grandiose Halls all that.

So average flights from Tokyo to New York take 12 hours.. let's say your flight left at 12pm so you'll be arriving at midnight.

As soon as you arrived at the Hotel, of course, you slept because duh? Jet Lag.

So first day in NYC will probably start with morning cuddles.

You'll be waking up in a fluffy bed that's facing the window that shows you the New York skyline with your precious boyfriend sleeping peacefully beside you for once. Usually, Seijuro wakes up first whenever you two sleep together, so it's rare for you to see a peaceful and sleeping Akashi Seijuro.

...for a short while because he opens his eyes a few minutes after you opened yours. (you almost had a heart attack)

"Jesus Christ, Sei..." You laugh lightly after his eyes suddenly open, lightly pushing him away. (He slept facing you so)

Seijuro gives you a small laugh in return, pressing a kiss to your forehead in apology.

"Forgive me, love." He says, his arm still holding you close.

After that, you two eat breakfast at the restaurant downstairs before you head on out to see the sights.

He insisted on renting a car but you said New York would be much more fun to explore on foot.

Seijuro was amused when you suddenly whipped out a well-decorated (Like highlighters, calligraphy and stickers) bucket list and started to walk around.

You guys ate a LOT of street food. You know those super yummy appetizing food you see on Pinterest when you search "New York Street Food"? Yeah, you ate a LOT of those.

Aside from eating, you took lots of pictures in different places.

You even played with a few dogs in Central Park and found it really funny when you saw Seijuro struggling with a dog that refuses to sit. (It's canon. He dislikes disobedient dogs) so you can just imagine your usually proper lover arguing with a puppy.

Obviously, the trip won't be complete without stopping by Liberty Island. Seijuro took almost all your pictures with that soft, fond smile on his face but you managed to convince him to take a picture WITH you a few times.

"I feel awkward in that picture," you say as you swiped on your phone, reviewing all the pictures you've taken.

Seijuro chuckled, brushing your hair away from your face. "Nonsense. You look beautiful," he says as he presses a loving kiss to your cheek.

(so so GODDAMN IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN)

You guys probably visited lots of museums too. You even joked once saying that he's a beautiful piece of art.

"That art is so pretty, Let me take a picture of it." "Love, the painting is over there." "I wasn't talking about the painting silly."

You guys had multiple back-and-forths of those in multiple museums that you visited.

He took a candid of you while you guys were in time square and it's now his wallpaper.

You did the same thing to him except you guys were at the Empire State Building while he was admiring the view.

Overall, this is the best date and trip you've ever had. For now, because he'll probably think of a way to top this trip.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[yeosatinyngz]

Hello! Hcs/scenario for Murasakibara and akashi with an s/o who struggles with joint pain. Like how would they comfort their s/o when they're having a tough day? (灬º‿º灬)♡

(if you don't feel comfortable doing it please just ignore)

Hii and thank you so much for being my first knb request, I hope that I didn’t disappoint you!

Atsushi & Seijūrō w/ an S/O that struggles w/ joint pain

↳GN Reader | Fluff

-Since he experiences joint pain from overusing his muscles while playing basketball he understands your pain

-He goes to his own bag and grabs some ibuprofen to give to you to lessen your pain

-Then grabs some ointment and applies it on where you’re hurting

-Afterwards he’ll share his snacks with you and you both watch a movie together

-The throbbing pain is back and causing you discomfort 

-Pain evident across your facial expressions, Seijuro noticed immediately 

-He quickly goes to get you an ice pack and asks you where it hurts and will gently apply it on the affected area

-Asks you how you feel and if it still hurts he’ll give you ibuprofen as well

-Will get a warm bathtub going for you to relieve your pain 

-Afterwards he’ll cuddle you all night long and attend to your needs

[vespersposts]

Wildchild

A Knb long story featuring you, Akashi Seijūrō, Aomine Daiki with hints of KuroMomo.

Comments, constructive criticism and advices are so welcome and appreciated; my dm box is open and I won’t cancel comments unless they are insulting.

The characterisation of the personalities was inspired by the canons and works of the following Tumblr authors, whom I thank in advance: you are a great source of inspiration.

@sabyss, @touchstarvedirl, @mhynvxii, @aominedaikitheace,@storyhuntress13 @lamnwar .

Let me hear your voice!

Disclaimers corner:

All characters belong to their respective authors, they are used for writing purposes only.

[content suitable for mature audiences will be reported in the relevant chapter post].

1

The familiar sight of Earl grey tea, its deep orange warmth, the delicate smell of bergamot filling your nostrils as the waitress smiles at you, gracing her way of serving you the perfectly blended drink.

A small moment of pure bliss.

"It won't need sugar, will it?" he says, in that gentle tone that wins everyone's heart, and, after those crazy years, maybe yours too.

You smile at him and nod, thanking the girl who leaves you alone at the breakfast table of the beautiful manor house. 

"I'm going to miss this garden so much," you acknowledge, turning your gaze to the French window that leads directly into that corner of paradise where the two of you usually spend your free time discussing art, music and life. 

“Stay then”, he suggests with a small smile on his lips, because he knows how inflexible your resolutions are once made, but he still loves to tease you, sure he can easily turn the tables on you if he really needs to.

After all, he has chosen you since Teiko's time to be his muse not only because of your impeccable demeanour and undisputed musical talent, but mostly because he couldn't tame or understand your way of thinking.

"I'll miss you too Seijūrō" you smile faintly, returning your attention to him.

The handsome boy shakes his head lightly as his magenta gaze reaches the right page of the morning paper, where his father's company has announced the annual program of the "Shiori Akashi Foundation" gala night. 

"Has he accepted our final project?" you ask, closing your eyes briefly as you sip the delicious drink, ready to listen to his smooth voice.

Akashi's expression switches from a slight frown to something undetectable, a mix of so many emotions alternating in his mind that even he, the king of self-control, got lost in the translation process.

He blinks twice, his hands letting go of his grip on the thin inked paper falling onto the table, then he covers the smirk on his face with one hand as he stares blankly in your direction.

What the hell is going on? 

Why are his eyes suddenly burning with that sinister light again?

"Seij" you call back to him, intertwining your pale fingers with his long ones and under your tender touch he seems to rejoice, the ghost of his dark shadow being chased away like leaves in the warm spring breeze.

"Ma fille prodige!" he announces, letting go of your hand and coming closer to show you the result of your plan. You almost choke on your tea as his sensual scent reaches your core, your skin can feel a sudden weave of heat caused by his proximity: sensations you've learned to master over those years of rehearsals  and confidential talks but at the same time vibes you can't deny or get used to. 

"Here, darling," his gentle voice invites your eyes to read the paper, although they don't want to follow anything but the bright expression on his face, his velvety red pools full of unanticipated joy, his lips curved into a playful, almost childlike smile. You lean back just to get closer to him as he puts his right hand on your shoulder and drags the chair close to yours, still focused on his target.

"I think you were right... He couldn't treat you the way he treats me, that's why we're going to have our concert just the way we imagined it," he announces, still stunned by the result of your previous encounter with his powerful but intimidating parent.

"I didn't do anything special," you reply, "I just told him that celebrating your mother's life through her son's happiness is one of the highest forms of love, and I mean that, so basically I was just being myself. No need to thank me, you see?" you stumble over your own words, as your brain refuses to function properly now that he's a breath away.

" It's you, it's all because of you my precious" he breathes softly "Thank you with all my heart, it means a lot to me," he continues, taking your hand in his, squeezing it a little to seal the moment, enjoying the sight of your flushed face.

"Sei I..." you hold your breath as he lifts his hand to your temple to caress your head gently, unaware of the risk he's taking. 

Your lips curve upwards, your eyes widen and the sudden idea of grabbing him by the back of the head and locking his lips into yours was more than real in your intentions, if it wasn't for a double knock on the door that broke the spell.

"Come forward!" he raised his voice, not moving from his position.

"Young master, Miss, good morning," the butler announced himself  "The car to the train station is ready at any time," he concluded, closing the door behind him.

"Time to go back to Tokyo and get your award" the young man points out, putting some space among you to scan your emotionless expression for some clue.

"It's just a graduation ceremony," you huff, leaving your chair and walking towards the window  to carve the image of the flowering garden in the clear morning light into your mind.

You hear his footsteps as he approaches, his gaze fixed on you.

"Did I say something wrong ?" he asks, leaning his back against the window pane to make sure he has your full attention.

“It's just that I really, really don't want to go home," you answer reluctantly, tightening your shoulders.

"You have a chance to inspire someone to be like you, and people like me need people like you" he smiles, ignoring the knocks on the door.

"Seji, don't use your charm on me, you know being good at music is hardly a point" you smile crossing your arms over your chest, casting a resigned glance at the door.

The young man looks deeply into your eyes and reduces the distance between you two, lowering his voice, his warm lips so close to your skin it makes you shiver."Come back soon, that's the point," he finishes quickly, whispering in your ear as an embarrassed butler coughs to disclose his presence in the room.

2

Okazaki, 

Hamamatsu,

Shizuoka, 

Tokyo.

Estimated journey time, approximately 2 hours 48 minutes, under current weather conditions.

The Shinkansen's loudspeakers repeat this in an endless refrain.

You sit down in the spot indicated to you by a kind stewardess in white gloves, thank an attentive passenger who offers to put your small luggage in the hatbox next to his, and inhale. From the bag on your shoulder, your hands extract a notebook, your mobile phone and wireless headphones, which now form a sort of technological still life on the table in front of you. You smile as you turn down an invitation to have coffee at the dining room car just to discourage the logorrhoea of your travelling neighbour who retires in good order.

3 hours to try to find peace for what for anyone else would have been a festive occasion, but for you takes on the status of a test of courage.

3 hours to figure out how to get around the city where you grew up, but where now only the ghosts of your former life remain.

You check your bag again and hold in your hand a raggedy ribbon to which are attached three keys scaled in weight and shape. You smile, because your grandmother gave them to you on the first day of junior high school, as a celebration of your entering adulthood.

"When I'm gone, I'll leave this house to you" she often told , and so it was, even though no one had lived in the building for almost two years, since your world had decided to crumble under your feet.

The loss of your grandmother, the divorce of your parents and that injury that had almost cost you your future had pushed you towards Kyoto, where Seiji had offered you a comfortable life, far away from the dramas of Tokyo, far away from the disappointments of everyday life and above all far away from all the explanations that you would have had to give to justify your lack of courage to her, who even though she loved you like a sister, would never have understood your choice.

You smile at your mobile phone, because quite by accident, she has just sent you an email full of pictures of your old school, and in a precise order, "in case you don't remember where the gym is anymore". 

"Satsuki" you slowly mumble her name, earning a smirk from your seat neighbour who now, along with his coffee, has a good enough reason to trap you in an endless conversation.

You express your thanks and take another bite, only not to let slip a sarcastic remark at yet another unfortunate comment by the hostess.

"What I'm saying, is that my daughter can't think of investing all her time in a hobby when she should be focusing on the direction she has to take her life. She could take an example from you and build a future for herself, instead of wasting her days behind the whims of Shinichi's son and that basketball team," the young woman concludes by bringing her arms to her chest for more authority, shifting her gaze from the face of the old lady sitting next to her to yours in seeking approval.

'Some things will never change' you think as you lower your wands and inhale, looking for a gentle way to silence her now that, like every other night, she has turned into her daughter's worst detractor. 

You respond to the smile on Satsuki's beautiful face that with that simple gesture invites you to let it go, you can already imagine her shrugging her shoulders later telling you that she didn't even notice, that her mother and grandmother sometimes misspeak, and other innocent lies she tells herself to cope with the pressure she is subjected to every day. She who, like you, has sacrificed everything for her passion but who, unlike you, is mocked and who, despite everything, does not lose her optimism or her hopes. Sa-chan who protects anyone who thinks she can be misunderstood, Sa-chan who can never see people's pettiness nor claim loudly what is hers, and for that she is criticized.

What kind of friend would you be if you agreed to that?

"With all due respect, your daughter isn't doing anything different from what I've been doing all these years" you explain "You see, if I hadn't entered Kunitachi my whole future would have been jeopardized, because it's true that I'm only interested in playing, but unlike Satsuki, I don't know how to do anything else" you conclude, drawing Momoi's grandmother's bored gaze on you.

"Kyoto has made you quite talkative," she says, twisting her mouth a little to disguise the dislike she has always harboured for you.

"Would you like to give me some good advice obachan?" you ask amiably, taking a sip of water, sure that your provocation has not gone unnoticed.

"I think it's time to go for a bath, we have a meeting to attend tomorrow," the pink haired girl interjects, suggesting you follow her to her room to avoid further confrontation.

When you close the door, one look is enough for you to burst out laughing in perfect unison.

You had forgotten so many things about her: how easy it was to be close to her, how soft her hair and skin were, but above all how comfortable you felt in her presence, sure that she would always read your gestures without malice.

 "I've missed you so much," she tells you as soon as you embrace her and you know it's true because you can't stop feeling that childlike love feeling that has united you since your first meeting.

You kiss her on the cheeks and she blushes, just like she always has, you sit on her bed and for a moment time goes back, to stop at some day in your lives, just "before".

 "Well?" she asks you, clasping her knees against each other, her hands to her face and her mind already on the gentle face of her first love.

"I don't think there is a more adorable man than him!" you inform her with a smile "He even gave me a present, wait!" you conclude, moving towards the travel bag that lies at the foot of the desk chair, from which you pull out your diary which you open to reveal that little treasure. Momoi smiles, turning in her hands the picture of three smiling children in front of a white piano.

"Testu-kun's mother used to let us all play together after the lessons, remember?" she asks you, giving you back that little treasure that you put on her lap, sure that it means much more to her than to you.

"You've come a long way since then. It took time, but that's all it took," you smile at her, finding that worried look in her eyes that requires you to change the subject quickly if you don't want to find yourself talking about him.

You let your back go on the soft mattress and stretch, hoping that your friend will change her worried expression into something more reassuring; then you start talking again, if only to break that silent wall you're afraid will set between you.

 "I think this picture should stay here, where the ancient temple dedicated to Kuroko Testuya stands, high priestess Satsuki!" you tell her. "Let's find a good place for it among the other heirlooms!" you conclude with a smile, because you still remember exactly where all your childhood secrets are kept.

You get up and head for her desk, but you know she's not listening, caught up as she is in that thought that's been brooding all afternoon.

"Wait, please, sit down," she tells you before you can even take a step, "Is it true what you wrote to me in your last email?" she pauses, lowering her eyes for a moment and then resuming what for her must be one of the most difficult speeches she's ever had.

"Is it true that you and Akashi-kun..." she concludes, letting the words die in mid-sentence, ready to study every tiny expression on your face.

"No, Satsu" you tell her simply " He's already committed and I'm not one to get in the way" you explain, hoping her expression changes, but paradoxically it only gets more confused.

"You don't have feelings for him, right?" she asks you, her intense eyes roaming your face. You tighten your lips and can't bring yourself to smile and downplay it, because she's already read you like the simplest of books.

You can see her annoyance. 

Her hands clenched into fists, her lips pressed against each other, her eyes almost glazed over with the bitter disappointment of your words that ruin her expectations for the future.

Why couldn't you keep quiet? What did you think you would gain by sharing your thoughts about Akashi with her? 

"Sa-chan" you start, but she doesn't leave you any time.

"Explain it to me" she asks you adamantly "Explain it to me in detail because I don't understand it and I don't see, in fact, how this can be possible!" she concludes, uncomfortably brushing her hair behind her ears.

"It just happened" you begin, shrugging your shoulders "Sei is so kind, polite and charming... It was natural to start feeling something different, but as I told you..." you try to finish your explanation, but she has moved away to pick up a silver frame from the desk that holds a familiar picture to you.

"I really need to understand, explain it to me" she repeats, letting the cold and heavy object slip into your lap, which you slowly scan with your eyes.

The basketball court near your house, the dark blue rubberized floor and two people in the middle of the scene. They are sitting on the ground, close together. She is dressed in white, a light dress that reveals her knees and shoulders, posing for the camera.  

He does not care about the photograph, busy as he is contemplating her face, either to tease her, or as if he was afraid not to see her anymore and wanted to build a mental map of her features. He has one hand on the basketball between his crossed legs, the other resting on the floor, next to the girl's.

You only have to look at his expression, at his lips folded into a half-smile to feel his amber skin again, so warm next to yours, his deep voice in your ear that becomes a sigh when your breaths meet.

The memory of him dwells there, silent, in a deep part of you, where it is nourished by desires never expressed,that you thought you had isolated between the quiet brackets of distance. You can decide to ignore it, but as soon as you let your guard down, its presence claims your every thought, redirects your every priority, makes you relive every reminescence in function of that person you want to forget but to whom you do not want to stop belonging.

You look away to get away from your fantasies, but reality doesn't seem any easier to deal with.

"Satsuki, I..." you begin, but all you can do is turn that old photo so that it's no longer in front of your eyes. Your friend gets close to you, because she's already figured it out.

"I can't let you do this," she tells you, speaking as gently as a mother consoling her child after a nightmare.

"I don't want to hear you say that," you whisper, letting her hands caress your head.

"It would be such a mess, the worst kind of betrayal," she repeats, making sure she has your attention. "Is Akashi Seijūrō really worth that much?" she inquires, pulling her warm hands away from your face and crossing them over her chest.

"It's worth it to the point where it makes me feel loved, understood and needed. He means everything when your best friend is four hours away from you and answers e-mails in her spare time. He can pick up on my discomfort even just from the inflection of my voice and he is there. He is always there: no matter how long and tiring his day has been, no matter how busy he is or where he is. Seijūrō Akashi is always with me, for me only.No blackmail or punishment will make me put this person aside, I will no more make the mistake of relying on someone who does not care about me" you finish, underlining the last words.

You see her bring a hand to her watering eyes. You know she is bitterly sad, you know you have woken her abruptly from that dream she has been cradling for as long as she can remember, but you cannot continue to fool her. 

You will not follow through with a story based on someone elses’ needs.

"He's going to break down," your friend replies.

"Whether it is, you can't protect him forever, Satsuki" you point out to her, getting a long sigh as answer. 

You remain for a few minutes next to each other engulfed in that silence you so despise, until the hostess remembers her first intention. You hear her leave to gather her things for the bathroom, you follow her with your eyes as she moves around the room to stop on the threshold to wait for you, again with that broken glance in her eyes. 

"What hurts me is that I did it on purpose. I thought he would understand, I thought he would listen to me when I told him about your life in Kyoto, I thought he would take action sooner or later. I did everything I could to make you feel lonely because deep inside I hoped you would crack at some point, giving me the illusion that I was right, but you know what? I'm not, and that makes me sick,' she concludes, sobbing. 

You should retrieve a change of underwear and something to wear for the night from your travel bag, but all you can do is reach out to hug her. The tighter you hold, the guiltier you feel, the more you search for something to say, the more Tetsuya's words ring in your mind. 

You close your eyes and see him again, a few hours earlier, as he walks you to his girlfriend's house and asks you to listen carefully to what he is about to say.

"You and Aomine-kun should stop dragging Satsuki into this. I will no longer tolerate you using her as a battleground, if you love her find a way and end this ridiculous feud, or leave her for good, because she's in too much pain and I can't allow that." 

He was so different from the usual nice guy you were used to know, the commanding tone he used to express his point of view gave you goosebumps. For the first time you are speechless in front of his blue eyes, mortified by his blunt but truthful words.

"I'll fix it, leave it to me," you pledge once again, surrendering to what seems to be your fate. 

Light blue eyes turned into warm brown eyes again.

“Please, do” is all she can reply.

You wipe the last tear from your friend's cheek and smile at her, telling yourself that she alone is worth trying one more time.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Akashi Seijuro x Reader

summary: just a heartstrings thing I came up with

You arrived at the Seijuro estate on time, because you knew that Akashi liked you to be punctual. You also wanted to be on time because you were a little anxious to see Akashi.

When he called you he sounded a little nervous on the phone. A trait you had never heard from him in his voice, so you were curious what was going on. It couldn’t be that you were coming over. You had been to his place many times; mostly when his father was away. He also hadn’t give you any special plans to deal with as he said you’d just be ‘hanging out’. So you wanted to know what was going on.

“Akashi!” You exclaimed when you saw the red head at the door. A soft smile on his face as he spotted you.

“Hello [Y/N]. I trust the drive was well?”

“Yep. Smooth sailing as always.” You turn to see the valet pulling your car away into the driveway. “So, what did you want to do today? Watch a movie? Play a round on the tennis court?”

Akashi chuckled. “In a little bit. I thought we could go on a walk first.”

You look down to see Akashi holding a bouquet of flowers. “Are those for me?!”

“No.” He told you. “Yours are inside. These are…well...just come with me.” There was that nervous tone again. It was more unnerving in person.

You don’t ask anymore questions and just follow Akashi. The two of you walk to a secluded area of the property that you’d never been to before. A part that looked like no one had been to before in a long while. “Akashi, where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” Was all he told you.

You walk a few more paces before the path broke into a small clearing. Like in a fairy tale. Only there wasn’t a mysterious pound with shimmering light, or a bunch of fairies fluttering around in secret. It was just a small clearing, with some flowers, and a single gravestone.

“Hello mother.”

You were shocked at Akashi’s words. Watching him walk up to the stone and place the flowers. “It’s been a long time. I hope you are well. These are for you.” This all seemed very weird. But then again, you hadn’t really experienced death often in your life, and everyone experienced it differently. “I’m sorry they aren’t your favorite but at this time of year, you know. I’m sorry I’ve been away so long. School, work, basketball. I’m sure you understand. I have friends now again, so I’m sure you would be pleased. I fact, there’s someone I want you to meet.” Akashi turned back and reached his hand out to you. You take it and come closer to him, standing by his side. “This is [Y/N]. My s/o. They’re very special to me so I wanted you to meet them. I…wish you could meet them….”

You felt Akashi squeeze your hand tighter as his voice got tighter too. “It’s very nice to meet you.” You didn’t really know what to say. “You have a wonderful son Mrs. Seijuro-san. You would be very proud of him.”

A gentle breeze came through the clearing, and you have to chalk it up to coincidence, but your heart felt like it was really her giving her blessing. “Let’s head back.”

The two of you make it out of the clearing and back to the main property quickly. “I’m sorry if that was awkward for you.” Akashi finally said. Still holding your hand. “It didn’t seem right to spring it on you, but it also didn’t seem right to tell you ‘hey, let’s go visit my mother’s grave’.”

“I would have gone if you told me.”

He smiled a little. “I know you would have. Still, it was…just something I wanted to do.”

You squeezed his hand back this time and hugged his arm. “You miss your mom.”

“Terribly.”

“And that’s ok. I wish I could have met her too. In pictures, she always seems really nice. And pretty.”

“She was. On both accounts.”

“Do you think she would have liked me?”

Akashi squeezed your hand back again. “She would have adored you.”

There was another gentle breeze across the courtyard as you came inside. It felt warm and comforting. It was funny. This was probably the oddest, but also best received, ‘meet the parents’ you’d ever been too. You certainly hoped meeting his father one day would go just as well.

[miyuwuki]

Yasss!!! Rejoice

Could I please request a scenario or headcanons of Akashi who's always been in love with his fem!best friend but she went abroad to study and work and while they were never officially together, they kinda knew they were endgame since they kept in touch and often visited one another AND GASP SHARED A KISS ONE NIGHT (or maybe something steamier?? U decide😏)... and he was just waiting till she settles back to Japan BUUUT Akashi gets engaged (arranged) before he could express his feelings OFFICIALLY...

I wanna know what ur take on it will be!!! Lots of angst pls 😈🤪 I am craving some akashi angst sooo badly🥲 thank u sm!!

Browsing ur work rn🤌😩🤌 immaculate

they say it’s never too late

a/n: anon! thank you so much for your request, this is such a juicy idea 😫 if you don’t mind, i think i’d like to try a different format for headcannons. i also apologize if this isn’t angsty enough wah i am so sorry

warnings: angsty but has some fluff, suggestive themes, characters aged up

akashi seijuro x reader

bestfriend!akashi who’s always been in love with you since freshman year of high school. you didn’t stand out, but the way you smiled at everyone and greeted good morning without fail made his heart clench. the sound of your voice, the pretty look on your face— you were perfect.

bestfriend!akashi who always listened to your boy problems and felt relieved about everyone who rejected you— because then he’d have more time with you. he loves the way you think you’re too good for them anyway and went on about your day. although, who would ever reject you? you’re lovely.

bestfriend!akashi who does anything and everything for you. when you’re sick, he’s at your place managing everything for you: homework, food, hygiene stuff, you name it. when you’re stressed out, he’ll pull you away and take you out for a walk. even when it’s night, because your parents trust him. when you’re feeling under the weather: you’re in his arms and he’s buying you whatever you’d like.

bestfriend!akashi who started noticing subtle signs that you liked him. when you blushed every morning he picked you up, when you stuttered around him more often, when you kissed him when you thought he was sleeping on his desk. he smiled to himself and thought about it every night.

bestfriend!akashi who starts initiating more physical gestures like holding hands. he holds your hand on the way to school, in school, and shoots glares at any boy who looks your way. he holds your hand and leads you on top of the school, telling you that he loves you— ever since freshman year. and you tell him you love him too, but you can’t be together with him.

bestfriend!akashi who heard his heart crack and wonders why, but finds out you plan to go study abroad and you ask, “would you still want to be with me after three years? i’ll go abroad, study for three years, and then come back to japan. by then, will you be here for me?” he promises on his life that he would, because for him, you are end game. he walks up to you and kisses you, and spends every moment with you before you leave.

bestfriend!akashi who calls you everyday to see how you’re doing and does not let you hang up until you have fallen asleep— in that case he hangs up, but he doesn’t want to. he knows he just has to be a little more patient.

bestfriend!akashi who just misses you so much that he surprises you on your holiday break! you’re tearing up with the red-haired man in front of you and hugged him, telling him that you missed him so much. his arms wrapped around your torso, whispering in your ear of how much he misses you too.

bestfriend!akashi who has you on his lap, passionately kissing you as he runs his hands up and down your sides. you can’t get enough of him, he’s like a drug, and the same thing happens every single night. but don’t worry, he visits often, and these sessions happen often too.

bestfriend!akashi who reminds you of his promise.

bestfriend!akashi who can’t visit you anymore after his father set up an arranged marriage with another businessman’s daughter, heir to his company. akashi who can’t refuse or else he’ll lose everything he mother left him. how will he tell you? how will he tell you that he loves you, that you’re the one he wants but is not waiting for you anymore?

bestfriend!akashi whose heart breaks at the sight of you standing in front of his door, luggage in hand after three years, with a woman wearing a matching band with the man who promised that he’d wait for you.

bestfriend!akashi who breaks on the inside when you tell him you’re happy for him and really that’s all you’ve ever wanted for him. “i’m so happy to have known you my entire life, seijuro.” you smiled, and turned to his fiancé. “you’re so lucky to have him! good luck on your new chapter, both of you!”

bestfriend!akashi who hesitates to chase after you when you’ve gone. feeling a tug on his arm, he looks down at his fiancé who’s telling him to come back inside. and he does, he does because he knows you’re far from gone.

bestfriend!akashi who invites you to the wedding, aching when he sees you show up in a simple but beautiful dress.

bestfriend!akashi who is about to marry someone that wasn’t his endgame. he side eyes you, and sees you exit wiping your eyes. before you leave, you turn back and meet his eyes, mouthing “you promised.” yet with a smile, because in everything that happened to you, you always smiled.

bestfriend!akashi who regrets his decision because he is in love with you, and he will forever be in love with you.

*＊✿❀reblogs and likes are appreciated❀✿＊*

[shoichee]

How Their Crush Flusters Them

PLSSS I NEED SOME HEADCANONS FOR AKASHI, AOMINE, AND MOMOI ON HOW THEIR CRUSH FLUSTERS THEM;;; like she could be eating like a chipmunk and smile, and their just whipped😭😭 separate headcanons pls <3

MI, MY BESTIE, MY EMOJI DICTIONARY… I’VE COME BACK FROM THE DEAD TO DELIVER YOU MY HEADCANON CRUMBS… PLEASE ACCEPT THEM 👩‍🦯

[Headcanons]

Akashi Seijuro

I’m always gonna start nearly every Akashi headcanon with how this is not applicable to boku-Akashi 😭 anyways,,,, moving on…

ore-Akashi is equally hard to fluster though, let’s get that out of the way, but the soft side of him he has now would make him more inclined to feel that it’s okay to be flustered with you—a.k.a. let down his guard more around you

one way to fluster him is by using the element of surprise on your side

if you’re intentionally trying make him flustered, he easily sees through it, so usually, your schemes of making him lose his cool will not work because your facial expressions and giddy body movements make you way too obvious (even if you were careful to be subtle, he already knows)

he’d be amused and give you those knowing teasing smiles (that may or may not end up flustering you instead, let’s be honest… who can stay calm after seeing a smile from THE Akashi?)

it’s the unintentional things you do, any endearing quirks or habits you may have, that short-circuits him sometimes, because those are something he can’t expect and predict all the time

exhibit A:

“Akashi, congratulations on winning! I know you probably win all the time, and you don’t think of it as anything, but…” you would avert your own gaze and look at him again… maybe do a nervous action (twiddling your thumb? rubbing your neck? rubbing your arm? twirling a strand and playing with your hair? fiddling with your clothes?) before finishing your thought. “But I think it’s something worth celebrating!”

it’s the fact that you have no idea the things you’re doing is affecting his heart that gets him outwardly flustered; the idea that he’s the only one between the two of you who knows these details about you gets him a bit flushed

he lives to have that exclusive knowledge about you

exhibit B:

you smile at him whenever he comes to you, or if you weren’t one to smile much, your aura would immediately lighten up upon seeing him and such

it really gets his gears moving because that just shows that someone out there actually sees him as a good person, who doesn’t look at him with fear or awe… but to be fair, he wouldn’t blame you if you did, considering his entire period of time when he was exhibiting his “boku” side

so when you smiled at him with no reservations the first time, he REALLY got flustered in a sense where his eyes widened, his lips parted, and his eyes drank in the sight of your face for a second before he regained his usual composure… still, he can’t exactly control the color of his slight flush on his face

but even though you’ve smiled at him without fail every single time, part of him is still surprised and caught a bit off guard that you’re that happy to have him around

result? he actually becomes someone who gets flustered quite often with you in the beginnings of the crush phase (unfortunately though, unless you have your own set of Emperor Eyes, you wouldn’t be able to notice)

when he’s having his “mini-flusters,” a usual tell-tale sign is that he’d stay still from where he is and stare at you silently before you even notice

so if you’re just chatting away and notice silence on your end, you probably don’t even have to look at him to have a general idea that he’s having a frazzled moment of his own… don’t try to look at his face though, because then he’ll catch on what you’re trying to do and continue on the conversation like nothing happened

he’ll know pretty quickly that you also have a crush on him, and when he realizes that moment, he nearly damn short-circuits into the next zone dimension to the point where you even had to wave a hand aggressively in front of his face

“Akashiiiiiiii… helloooooooo? Earth to the emperor?”

“Ah,” he would blink back into reality. “My apologies, I didn’t mean to space out.”

“What were you thinking about anyways?”

and he would give that smile before he would say, “Nothing much.”

when you do things for him out of the goodness of your own heart (and not expecting anything back), that also throws him off a little

when you dote on him even as friends, he feels like he’s truly loved and cared for (this poor guy really got neglected in his childhood, could you blame him?)

and usually, he’s the one who needs to take care of everyone else, always being in a position of leadership

“Sheesh, you needa take care of yourself too!”

“Pardon?”

“You’re always doing way too much to make sure everything runs smoothly, and everyone isn’t having any issues, but have you ever thought to take care of your own needs?”

“Of course, adequate nutrition and rest are essential in playing optimal games.”

“No, no!” you insist. “Your mental needs! Your emotional needs—like, I can’t put it into words… erm… someone’s also gotta look out for you too, in case you’re struggling and need help sometimes… uh, maybe I can be that person for you? If you want that is—I don’t mean to intrude…”

that is when he knew… you were the one for him

he merely looks at you like you’re the brightest thing in the room before he softly agrees, “Yes… I suppose you’re right.”

if you also managed to figure out he has a crush on you (you must have some SERIOUS instincts and keen eyes to figure that out… or have Kuroko tell you something to know) and confessed to him out of the blue before he did

you’re going to see him visibly stiffen up and have that widened eyes and parted lips on his face while watching your every move… were you joking? did he misinterpret your words when you actually meant something as close friends?

bonus: if you happen to be the cheeky, sly person, smile wider at him after you confessed to shut the poor man’s brain down into oblivion

AKASHI.EXE is starting to reboot

he’ll take a few seconds longer to break out of his stupor, but when he does, he’ll simply straighten himself before replying, “I’m glad you like me, (l/n)-san. It’s relieving to hear that you also reciprocate these feelings for me, to say the least.”

YOU.EXE shut down when he gently takes your hand into his

but after you guys get together, he won’t be as flustered as often, because 1.) he’s confident about how you and he feel about each other now and 2.) he’d come to know you so well that he would probably expect 90% of the things you throw at him

Momoi Satsuki

compliment her

no, really

Momoi’s hard work was never appreciated enough even back in Teiko

but she never really minded/cared(?) because her mindset has always been about doing something for the sake of the team and doing what she’s good at to help out

she’s been sorting out her feelings with Kuroko, finally realizing that she wasn’t truly in love with him, but more so in love with the idea of someone who saw her more than just for her body—in love with the idea of someone with unconventional priorities and mannerisms rather than the predictable, surface-level things she’s seen in most people

but with you? something else tickled differently in her heart when you’re near

she thought she knew what love was, but it turns out, you gave her a whole new mystery to solve all over again—what was this funny feeling she always gets with you? is it “real” this time? what if you were just another Kuroko—a good friend with a perspective on life that differed a bit from hers?

but when you told her one day how much you admire and appreciate the amount of work she puts into basketball and the irreplaceable skillset she had that was essential to Touou’s victories

she flushed the brightest cherry red

“Oh… that’s…” she would easily stammer in your presence, not knowing how to take your praise gracefully. “Eh? Well—that’s—”

she would recollect herself before she would jump and tackle you for a hug in true Momoi-fashion before squealing out your name:

“(y/nnnnnnnnnn)!”

“M-Momoi—I can’t… breathe…”

honestly, she probably wouldn’t be calm if she heard it from any other person to begin with

but with you??? she’s malfunctioning—not even Aomine’s rude comments snaps her out of her daze for the rest of the day

“Oi, Satsuki, get outta my sight if you’re just gonna be in the way. Sheesh…”

“(y/n)… (y/n)…” she would sound like a broken record for a bit, holding her flushed cheeks with two hands even after Aomine gives her a tired glare out of the corner of his eyes. “(y/n) complim—… complimented me?! Ehhhhhh???”

“Shut up already—”

*unfortunately, her pink lovey-dovey aura around her only intensifies*

compliment any part of her body that no one usually does: her eyes and her hair especially

“Um… (y/n)-chan?! You’re… staring. What is it?”

“Ah, sorry,” you chuckle out a sigh with a chagrined smile. “I just find your eyes really pretty. Your lashes especially frame them so well, too. I guess I never noticed until now?”

“??!?!?!?!?!??!?!” She’s staring at you with the widest eyes (that you just complimented, by the way!) before she hesitates

“O-Oh!… Do you… really think so…?”

“Of course! Why would I say it otherwise?”

Momoi has ascended into heaven

“Momoi, how long have you had your hair like this?”

“Huh?” she stops whatever she was doing to look at you before continuing, “I’ve had long hair for as long as I remember.”

she hesitates before asking a daring question: “Does it look bad…?”

“I love your hair,” you reply candidly. “You pull this type of hair the best out of everyone I’ve met, in my opinion.”

at your words, she would unconsciously tuck some stray strands behind her hair as she (predictably) turns as pink as her hair, making the effort to looking down at her shoes or her clipboard if she had it with her

(you’re a little smug at how easily you can make her flustered… it’s a personal hobby of yours)

bonus points if you’re close to her already and you’re carding your fingers through her hair strands so casually, as if it’s second nature to you

“JFUERIG///2/½,3OR34T!!!?!?1/1” is what her mind is thinking right now

play with her hair and do loose braids with it too, and you’ll be amused to find her as stiff as a backboard, completely silent for the first time in forever

the entire GoM group and the Touou team are completely stunned when they see this shy, demure (and very quiet) side of Momoi with you for the first time

when you do anything that’s anything romantic/cheesy/tropey to her or for her sake, she’s going to paradise for a week straight, replaying everything in her mind constantly

like holding her shoulder to guide her away from people in the crowd… buying her something to eat/drink when you also go to the convenience store/vending machine to get something for yourself… buy her a hair clip or two, maybe earrings… invite her to go to places that could potentially be considered date locations (Momoi would eat this up to no end and potentially overthink and overheat)…

say a pickup line on her (genuine or to tease her, it’s up to you), and she’ll faint on the spot (refer to her fainting on Kise after meeting the adorable Nigou for the first time)

bonus: Kuroko plays wingman to get you two together… Aomine might reluctantly help after a while seeing you two “hanging out way too much”

Aomine Daiki

Aomine and Momoi are two peas in a pod, whether he’d like to admit it or not

and that would include having one similar way of being flustered

compliment his basketball skills in any way or form but sound super earnest about it

he normally wouldn’t care about the admiration and praises… because he’s always been in the spotlight as the ace of Teiko and ace of Touou

but you’re his crush, and he’s still a regular teen who wants to be noticed (!!)

he wouldn’t be obvious in being flustered, but it’ll definitely catch him off guard

“Tch, it’s nothing… really,” he would sigh while averting his gaze

wanna take flustering him a step further? start learning basketball because you want to also come to love the sport like he does (but don’t tell him this! have him accidentally discover you trying to learn how to shoot before you explain why you got inspired to start)

already know how to play basketball? even better—when he sees you adopting a playing style like his while he passed by a court one day, his jaw drops and his face feels an unfamiliar flush on his cheeks

“Huh? Ain’t that…” he stops in his tracks to squint a bit at your familiar figure. “(y/n)? What’re they doing here?”

he stares at you unabashedly before you notice an intense gaze and turn towards him, holding the ball under one arm

“Aomine-kun!” you would always call out to him, waving your arm enthusiastically to get him to come by

when he lazily walks by and asks what you were even doing, you look at him like he was the dumbest person in the world

“Um… basketball? What else would I be doing?”

you further explained yourself why you were on the courts today, and all the while, Aomine would bring a hand to his neck, turning his neck and face to the side

how could he look at you when he could feel his face getting so warm and his neck sweaty?

you were grinning at his uncharacteristically boyish side, no question about that

he would probably demand in a roundabout way to teach you because “it hurts my eyes to see you suck this much,” but we all know his eyes are getting a real treat outta seeing you playing the sport he loves to death

the third type of fluster he has is the MORTIFIED type, a rare one that would probably never happen under normal circumstances

emphasis on normal, btw

but him having a crush on anyone isn’t normal to begin with, so to be honest, anything’s fair game…

imagine that he’s coming to the gym for practice, yet once again, peeved that one of the Touou members had something to do with his missing “dirty magazines”

until he notices you. holding one of his magazines. in your hands. TURNING EVERY PAGE TO CURIOUSLY LOOK…

he has never run faster in his entire life to snatch that flimsy booklet out of your hands

his speed right then and there really puts his agility on the courts in official matches to shame (Wakamatsu is probably pissing his pants trying not to laugh as we speak)

does he care if any other normal person saw his collection? No

in fact, he even shamelessly flaunts that fact

but with you… he wants to look good in front of you, make that good “first impression” so to speak, but his hopes are as good as dashed as soon as he sees you staring at “Horikita Mai-chan’s”—

“Wha—What the hell are you doing?!!” he yells quite unceremoniously at no one in particular, snatching the magazine and hiding it behind his back. “And you!!” he turns to you, clearly not his usual collected self. “Why the hell are you here?!”

“Oh,” you merely blink. “I was just here because your teammates told me you’d be more willing to practice if I was here, so I came. That was yours?”

Aomine has no chance to either deny or confirm, because Imayoshi—right on cue—hauls out a portable basketball locker (y’know, those metal baskets with wheels) FILLED with what Aomine recognizes as his entire collection

and Imayoshi casually hands you another volume like he’s giving you his homework—

Imayoshi may probably need to sleep with his eyes actually open from then on if he ever had the balls to try this on the ace of Touou, but if you reassure Aomine… maybe the captain can survive—maybe

who’s gonna tell Aomine that Wakamatsu and Momoi also played a huge part in getting their hands on his entire collection?

if it was just one magazine, Aomine can recover rather quickly, but if Imayoshi pulled up the latter situation, I don’t think he would ever have the courage to face you alone again unless you somehow reassure him that his… interesting collection didn’t deter you from seeing him in a “lesser light” at all

“Aomine, I don’t think your porn collection is something to be ashamed of, although… I’m a bit concerned how easily your teammates got a hold on them. You oughtta learn how to store them properly.”

he’s comically gaping at you, his face terribly red and he has NO IDEA how to begin

yeah, he had imagined dozens of ways that he can talk to you privately and be cool and suave

NONE OF THEM were close to the actual scenario currently at hand

he’d probably try to pass off like the entire incident wasn’t a big deal, scoffing and clicking his tongue while turning his face away, hands in his pockets

but you knew better, and it was obvious that this man before you had his tongue twisted, becoming putty in your presence

if you laugh/chuckle with that sparkle in your eyes at him right there and then, he’s also going to malfunction and potentially never recover

how can you be this cute??

not like he’d admit that out loud

[1101001]

Hi! Im in love with akashi so can i request 12 with akashi seijuro 🥺🥺🥺 thanks!

; we’re all in love with akashi U.U anywaysss,,, hope u like this and srry its so short TT

pairing .. akashi seijuurou x gn!reader

word count .. 0.3k

prompt .. “How do you like your breakfast?”

You woke up in heaven. Warm and cozy under a soft duvet with Akashi’s arms wrapped tightly around you, yes this was heaven.

“Good morning love,” Akashi whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. “How was your sleep?”

With a soft smile, you moved closer to him.

“Probably one of the best I’ve had. You have a very nice bed Sei.”

He laughed at that, “Worth the money I suppose.”

The two of you elapsed into a comfortable silence. One of his hands found its way into your hair and the other had its fingers intertwined with yours.

There was something strange about waking up to one another like this. It wasn’t strange in a bad way, it was just… new. But you knew it was a feeling you’d never grow tired of.

“What do we do now?” you asked him, after a while.

He kept quiet for a second, “We could have breakfast?”

“I guess I am a bit hungry,” you told him. “Don’t want to leave the bed though…”

“Who said we had to?”

There was a glint in his eye and an ever so subtle smirk on his face. He reached over to the telephone on his nightstand and dialed a number, pulling the receiver to his ear.

“Good morning Mrs. Yukiko. I’d like today’s breakfast to be brought up to my room,” he said into the phone.

So this was the perk of having a rich boyfriend.

Akashi turned the phone away and asked you, “How do you like your breakfast?”

You told him and he repeated it into the phone before telling Mrs. Yukiko he’ll have the usual for breakfast.

“So… breakfast in bed?” you said after he put the receiver down.

“It’s not something I do often, but today’s special,” he said with a small smile on his face.

“Special how?” you asked innocently.

“Special because you’re here obviously.”

You smiled and leaned in to give him a kiss, one he returned in full.

“Don’t expect to have breakfast in bed every time you sleep over though,” he said, breaking your kiss.

“I won’t,” you reassured him, giving him another quick peck on the lips. “Just on the special days.”

. . .

[romiantic]

GoM DOING THEIR BLACK S/O HAIR

→ INCLUDING aomine, kise, akashi, murasakibara, midorima

→ READING: black!fem!reader

→ GENRE + WARNINGS: fluff + corny jokes made by me, please ignore </3

→ A/N: these were so cute to make but took so much time :( + I got lazy with midorima’s part

𖦹 ₊˚. DAIKI AOMINE

♡ ྀ With Aomine, it’s a fun yet difficult process. He understands natural hair (a little bit of research helped out) but at the same time, it’s like ??? to him. So no, he sadly doesn’t know the difference between moisturizer and pomade

♡ ྀ But at the same time, it’s cute though. For some reason he can pick a new hairstyle just like that, may even call him the ace of natural hair (that was so corny I’m sorry). New popular braiding style? Wigs? Feed-in braids? He knows them all, he does trust me. This boy truly believes nobody can do hair like him, and I mean NOBODY, not even arrogant tae himself

♡ ྀ This boy acts like a damn black momma when he does your hair though. If you don’t stay still, he’ll lightly pop you with the comb and tell you to stay still. Don’t mutter anything too or he’ll pop you again. This boy is very impatient when it comes to your hair, especially if he’s concentrating. He looks cute concentrating on your hair too; tongue slightly stuck out, eyes closing in and leaning toward your hair, and a smirk/smile when he’s satisfied with the end result

♡ ྀ Besides that, it’s pretty much chill for the most part, background music or the tv is playing. If your favorite show is currently on, you guys would talk about it. If not, then you guys would talk about basketball, school, or anything that comes to mind

♡ ྀ FAVORITE HAIRSTYLE: Wigs! He hates cornrowing your hair though + he likes how creative you can get with them

𖦹 ₊˚. RYOTA KISE

♡ ྀ Just like Aomine, it’s like ??? for natural hair with Kise, except it’s...worse. Like when I tell you this boy is clueless, he is clueless. He absolutely knows nothing so he’s basically doing your hair blindfolded. Did it take some time to figure out the concept of natural hair? Yes, yes it did

♡ ྀ Even though Kise is, the majority of the time, clueless, he likes it though. With your hair, it’s like a new experience for him. Every new hairstyle he wants to try out, he takes his time with it, he doesn’t rush or anything with it. He doesn’t like when the hair doesn’t come out what it looks like in the pictures

♡ ྀ But along the way, he gets better and I mean wayyy better, his copy technique comes into play. One Youtube video and he already know how to triangle box braids, cornrows, knotless box braids, passion twist, he knows it ALL

♡ ྀ Now, let’s be honest here, the first few times with your hair weren’t the best...but he tried :) The first few times of him doing your hair were more so trial and error. Like this one time, you asked him to do some twist on your hair before you go to sleep but the way he was twisting, you would’ve thought he was doing locs on you...

♡ ྀ When Kise is doing your hair, he is very talkative, and I mean very. This boy will literally talk about anything and everything that flies out, and somehow someway your hair still comes out nice?? I don’t know how but it just happens okay

♡ ྀ FAVORITE HAIRSTYLE: Blonde wigs + passion twists

𖦹 ₊˚. SEIJURO AKASHI

♡ ྀ Oh boy, please don’t ever question this boy’s ability when it comes to hair. Akashi? Hair? Remember when he said doesn’t know how to do some hairstyles on my last knb post? Yeah, I lied, I completely lied. Akashi is the king, scratch that, Emperor when it comes to hair. He can pick up hairstyles just like that and refuse for your hair to be looking a hot mess

♡ ྀ Akashi believes in absolute perfection when it comes to your hair, he doesn’t care if it’s cornrows for your wigs, it’ll be the most perfect cornrows you got on. Shit, add some hair and you gonna be out here lookin cuteeee

♡ ྀ Now for products for your hair, you’re still gonna have to explain that to him what in the fuck is a denman brush and curl cream. When you tell him to grab the rat tail comb, he’s gonna be like ???. At this point, just grab the stuff yourself and let him do your hair

♡ ྀ Also, do not disturb this boy while he is doing your hair, especially when he’s in “the zone”. When he’s in the zone, he’s in the zone, parts are coming CLEAN and braids are braided nicely. Yes, it may be an awkward silence for a little bit but the outcomes are always worth it, trust me :)

♡ ྀ FAVORITE HAIRSTYLE: Box braids, they’re so simple + he believes you look elegant in them

𖦹 ₊˚. ATSUSHI MURASAKIBARA

♡ ྀ Murasakibara can actually be quite versatile when it comes to hair. This boy is very much a huge lover of your hair so really don’t be surprised if his fingers are always caught in your curls/coils. Sometimes he’ll catch himself making small parts and braiding your hair out of nowhere

♡ ྀ Now is Murasakibara the best hair stylist? Definitely not but he is def not the worst. That 6’10 boy knows a little bit of his way around the difference between styling gels or what hair tools you use. If you were to get you the eco styler and shea moisturizer, he’d actually get it correct, not on the first time though

♡ ྀ The thing is though, in order for you to get him to do your hair, you’d have to catch him on a good day to ask. If he’s in his lazy nature, he might do it; just reward him with food after. But if he’s, once in a blue moon, high spirited and not as lazy per usual, he’ll do it when you ask. Even better, tell him that you’ll wash his hair and he’s sold

♡ ྀ Murasakibara doing your hair is such an adorable sight actually; his body is bent over to take a whiff of your scented hair, the comb in his hair so he doesn’t forget it, his eyes concentrated to look for the rat tail comb that he lost, chatting around, or humming to whatever song is playing. Usually, he’s humming a 70s love song or a song that you constantly sing around the house

♡ ྀ FAVORITE HAIRSTYLE: Butterfly locs + feed-in braids

𖦹 ₊˚. SHINTARO MIDORIMA

♡ ྀ Midorima is a like a stubborn ass brick wall let’s be honest here. Like it shouldn’t be this hard to get your boyfriend to help you with your hair but with him it’s just…. It got to the point where you had to bring Takeo into it and it somewhat helped?? Not really but Mido did end up doing your hair :)

♡ ྀ Now that you got him to do your hair, trust me when I say this, he is top TIER when it comes to hair. Please do not play with this boy hair when it comes to your hair

♡ ྀ When it comes to Mido and your hair, those curls/coils gonna come lookin healthy AND moisturized. Hair detangled? Check. Hair has oil? Check. Parts are lookin clean and cut crisp? Check check! Sometimes he throws in a scalp massage, if he’s feeling nice

♡ ྀ You would’ve thought he was a hairstylist instead of a basketball player the way he was doing your hair

♡ ྀ Don’t ask him to intricate hairstyles cause he gonna at you like 🤨. No matter how much begging, that boy refuses to do them. But he doesn’t mind doing long knotless box braids??? Alright mido !!

♡ ྀ FAVORITE HAIRSTYLE: Box braids + natural low puffs

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KUROKO’S BASKETBALL MASTERLIST + MAIN MASTERLIST

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟣 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖺. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[hon3ybee-3]

Akashi nsfw headcanons

NSFW CONTENT!!!

- he’s a mix between a soft dom and a hard dom

- calls you names like sweetheart, princess, my love

- calls you darling when he’s going hard

- or you are acting like a brat

- now with brat taming he’s big on it

- hates when you act bratty anytime

- but when you do in PUBLIC yeah no you aren’t going to be walking for a while

- his strokes are 𝖌𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖊𝖔𝖚𝖘/𝖎𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖚𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊

- will either edge you till you are begging to cum or will overstimulate you

- or both if he feels like being evil heh 😈

- but never finished before you

- makes sure that you cum at least once before he does

- does use toys to overstimulate or get multiple orgasms out of you

- eats and fingers pussy like a GOD

- literally will eat you out till your legs are shaking

- even when your thighs are close on his head

- he won’t stop and will just spread your legs back open

- sometimes he’ll do it because he’s bored

- sometimes more for his pleasure then yours

- doesn’t do threesomes, he doesn’t like sharing what’s his

- i don’t find him as a person who moans but more of a talker yk

- says things like “good girl” “cum for me princess” “you feel soo good” “my order is absolute”

- just filling your praise kink

- and if you didn’t have one before you have one now

- groans your name when he cums

- then praises you more for making him cum

- wouldn’t mind being called daddy

- yk because of his daddy issues lol

- if you or him are upset about something then

- sex is soft and slow

- very pleasurable, filled with a bunch of “i love you”

- LOVE LOVE LOVES to see you marked up with hickeys he left

- loves seeing the way the red and purple hickeys compliment your brown skin

- does it in places where he knows it’s hard to cover up

- seen them boost his pride because he know that people know

- you belong to him and him alone

- the safe word is something that you both love doing together

- so it’s: cuddle or cuddling

- and if you wanna change it he’s totally fine with that

- if you are ever uncomfortable or in pain tell him

- he’ll pull out and treat like a queen

- after care omg he’s a god at that too

- feeds you whatever you want

- makes a bath for you with your favorite scents

- post sex baths/showers are the best with him

- and if you just wanna sleep

- pulls you into his chest and watches you fall to sleep as he strokes your arm

- puts your bonnet or headscarf or wrap on you

- (y’all have matching ones and it’s his wallpaper)

- sex and after care with this man is ♾/10

remember eat and drink something tonight don’t gotta be a lot! and u are loved! have a good day honey 🍯!

[huhsyg]

wsg, allow me to request 👺

relationship headcanons on akashi seijuro x f! reader?

akashi seijuro x [female] reader

relationship headcanons

— seijuro would show everything first to you because he trusts you.

— he would show you off to the entire world. he likes to let others know that you're his and he's yours.

— seijuro wouldn't ask you to come to his practices everyday but would say: "come whenever you want to." and a little smile would appear on his face.

— a date? you found the right man.

→ he would take you on dinners to the most fanciest restaurant you have ever seen. would take you to a park and let you lay your head on his lap, would also let you play with his hair.

— he likes to buy you gifts like jewelries.

— would he get mad at you? he wouldn't, and if he did it's probably his father presurring him which i think he does it everytime that seijuro's used to it.

— when it comes to kisses, seijuro would either give a little peck on your lips or a kiss to your hand.

— seijuro would give you his perfume and a shirt he has. he'll do it when he's busy and doesn't have time to be with you.

— when he has a game, he invites you to it if you're not busy. he does a special trick just for you if you're watching. ( ^_���☆ )

— pet names are common for him, so expect him to say darling and dear daily.

— he holds your waist and puts his arms around it everytime, he doesn't care if someone sees seijuro and his girlfriend. after all, he loves her by heart.

[shhhlikeme]

Sexy Halloween Costume You Wear That Makes Your Basketball Boy Simp Part One 🎃🏀

GOM x fem!reader

Contains mature themes: Non-explicit, 1 or 2 mentions of kinks & suggestive content.

My submission for @knb-kreations All Hallow’s Eve Event!

See the Haikyuu Version of This pt.1

Akashi - A Sexy Tinkerbell 🧚✨

Everyone knows Akashi has a HUGE size kink!!!!!

Considering he’s only 5’8 with BDE that he can back up,” he doesn’t like having to look up at people... so his kink makes sense

So even though he didn’t realize it, when he took you Halloween shopping and you chose to wear a Tinkerbell pixie costume?????

His size kink when WHOA 🎢

Not only did you look brilliant in green, it brought out your Y/E/C like crazy .....

not to mention that dress showed off all your curves tantalizingly....

Seijūrō’s subconscious couldn’t help but think about the cartoon Tinkerbell who was the size of what, his middle finger?

So You somehow looked even smaller to him, and it turned your bf on like crazy.

When you exited the wardrobe in his mansion to show him that you were all done up, he tilted his head, studying you

“Akashi-san, why are you staring at me like that...?”

This man

This cool, calm, and always collected man......

This dominate man.......

He was now under your command that night, completely..... due to that costume

And from then on out her gave you the cute little nickname ‘My Tinkerbell’ 🥺✨

Murasakibara - An Edible Candy Girl 🍭 🍬

Mura would literally try and eat you if you dressed as a candy girl for Halloween

hahahahahahahaha

Dont laugh !!!!!!! 😅

I’m serious.

It was actually the best day of his life

The ONLY two things this skyscraper admits to liking in this world - Snacks and YOU have conjoined!!!!!!

He wouldn’t forget this day for as long as he lived !!!!

At the Halloween festival you dragged him to, he wouldn’t let you out of his arms, just like he does with his snacks

Atsushi shamelessly left bite marks on your skin in public, while you two waited in line for rides and for carnival games, and at any other point

“Mmmm.....you taste soooo goood.....Y/N-chaaan.....” Murmured your boyfriend as he held you from behind.

You giggled every time he brushed his teeth on your skin, making you shiver

You pushed him off, but honestly—

You found the way he couldn’t keep his mouth off you extremely kinda sexy

Midorima - Fortune Teller 🔮👁

are you surprised!!!!!

This man is RELIGIOUS about being able to tell his future and the future of everyone around him

Actually, I don’t think anyone knows what his life would be without it

So just to see his reaction, Takao told you to get this costume and surprise your man with it so he can film Midorima’s reaction 😂

Sooo you agreed & on Halloween, After a Shūtoku team reunion dinner + drinks at a local sports bar, Takao offered to give Midorima a ride home,

against his better judgment, the green haired athlete agrees because although he had fun he just wants to be home with you laying on your lap reading a book

Midorima deadpanned harder than he ever had in his life when he realized Takao was going to drive him home on his bike and attached cart 😑

Lmaooooooo it’s been yearsss where is your whip sir!!!!

Anyway, Takao biked to your house , texting you secretly that they are almost there

Midorima the NBA player made a mental note to buy his friend a car for his birthday, lol.

When the duo gets to your driveway, you grab your crystal ball and head outside to greet your boyfriend and his best friend!!

Midorima’s 6’5 figure was in the middle of climbing out of the tiny cart when he spotted you, taking him off guard and making him fall right out of the cart.

😩😂

He couldn’t believe how amazing you looked

You laughed and high fived Takao as he filmed the entire thing.

“Keeping this to play it at our next reunion, Shin-chan!” Kazunari explained, laughing as he walked over to extend a hand out to your bf

Shin-chan slapped away his hand, which made the two closest people to him laugh even harder

The look on Midorima was priceless: a pouty glare, looking like a Christmas tree what with his red cheeks and green hair. I repeat, Priceless.

“I hate you both, really.”

The poor baby 🥺

But Don’t worry, you ended up helping your boyfriend up and whispering in his ear that you looked into the crystal ball and apparently: his future has a naked you in it, and he perked up instantly.

Kuroko - Hot Referee 👁‍🗨⚪️⚫️

we all know that kuroko loves following the rules lmao

He gets so mad in any game where the other team is slimy enough to try & cheat the well established system that is basketball

It literally makes him rage but in a good way

He just values fairness above all else.

So when he is met with his beautiful girlfriend dressed as the ultimate rule enforcer —he is blushing like MAD

He can’t stop picturing how distracted he’d be in a game of basketball if you were on the court, running up and down alongside Seirin wearing that tight uniform

and blowing that whistle!

Tetsu blushes even more at the idea of you blowing another whistle 🤤

The entire time you two are handing out candy that night, he can’t stop sneaking glances at you with a deeper and deeper blush

You caught them all & thought he was adorable!!!!

When it was getting late and you two gave out the last of your candy, you went straight to straddling your invisible boy’s lap, smirking down at him and kissing all over his face

Tetsu hummed in delight, incredibly happy

“You going to follow my rules tonight, baby boy?” You blew softly in to his ear.

Your sweet boy nodded enthusiastically....... wanting to score more than just a basketball.

Aomine, Kise & Kagami in part 2! (Wish I could have gotten to it this year, sorry guys) 😞

Back to my 2020 KNB Masterlist!

[yeosatinyngz]

Love with regrets

↳GN Reader | Angst to Fluff | Childhood friends to lovers

➼Word Count: 827

➼A/N: Don’t know how to feel about what I wrote. Thank you again to @celestair for the idea for this fic! Your ideas are *chefs kiss*

It was kind of an unspoken pact between you and Akashi that you both wouldn’t talk about the two of yours’ future engagement, in the sense of both marriage and arrangement of time that has yet to come. One eventful night, you both overheard your parents discussing a contract marriage where both parties would be able to benefit from.

After discovering both of your parent’s plans, things got a little awkward between you two because you two were oblivious to each other’s feelings. Slowly over time, you both drifted apart. Even though you attended the same schools as Akashi, he never ended up sparing a glance over at you nor talked to you ever again. Willingly that is, there were a few instances where you both conversed but it was clear that he didn’t want any part in the conversation.

You tried desperately to get him to open up to you again but to no avail, he pushes you away as always. You decided that you would give up on approaching him and loving him. It seems he’s set on getting you out of his life so you’ll do the same and leave this crush of yours on him in the past. You weren’t going to waste any more of your time and tears on someone who won’t give you the time of day.

Now that you were on the path of adulthood, your parents informed you of a family dinner that you had to attend to and low and behold it was with the Akashi family. Greetings were exchanged between the Akashis and the L/Ns and then both parties seated themselves and ordered dinner. You and Seijūrō weren’t dumb, you both knew the true intention behind this dinner and it was making you both anxious.

It’s been years since he last saw you and you were still as radiant and charming as you always have been. It doesn’t help that he never got over his crush on you and the same could be said for you. You both avoided making eye contact or any conversation with each other, only your and Seijuro’s parent’s voices were heard. That’s until Mr. Akashi cleared his throat, catching everyone’s attention.

“I would first like to thank you guys for attending tonight and second let’s get straight into the order of business.” You gulp down the lump that formed upon your throat knowing what words were going to come out of his mouth. “Y/N, Seijūrō, we would like you both to form an alliance between our families through a marriage.” “Ok.” You spoke up. “I’m fine with that.” Sei joins right after your response.

After agreeing you excused yourself saying you had to go to the bathroom but in actuality, you left to get some fresh air. Not too long after you left Seijūrō left as well, following behind you. “Are you really sure you want to do this?” You jolted a little, surprised that he was right behind you. “Yeah, I think I should be the one asking you that instead.” “Well, I’m ok with it, more than ok with it actually.” “Then why did you push me away all those years ago?”

He let out a deep sigh before explaining. “You didn’t seem happy when you first heard the news of the arranged marriage and I was afraid things would change between us and that our friendship would be ruined so before you could cut ties with me, I did and I ended up using basketball as an escape from thinking about you.” “You dumbass. That wasn’t why I was unhappy, I just thought about you and how you may not like me romantically and I didn’t want you to be stuck in a marriage with a person you didn’t love. We both should’ve communicated properly but who could blame us when we were just dumb kids with overcomplicated feelings.”

“I definitely agree that I could’ve done better on my part by communicating properly and I am terribly sorry for cutting off ties with you.” “Well you better be sorry because you were a major asshole for that.” “I know and I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He grabbed ahold of your hands and stared into your eyes. “Let me start by making it right then.” He sucks in a huge breath of air and confesses, “I love you.” Although internally you were freaking out, you waited so long for this moment that you didn’t have time to become a stuttering and blushing mess. Immediately you said the same three words back to him.

“All along I knew that you were the perfect one for me.” You quickly jammed your elbow into his rib. “Oh shut up, your sweet words sure do have its effects on me but you’re still not off the hook.” “I swear I’ll spoil you till the end of time and treat you like the royalty you are.”

[vespersposts]

Natsukashii

Hi lovelies 🍵,

Today we anticipate Akashi's birthday because a lovely reader requested the Prince of Kyoto as a neighbour. 🌸

💖 What about Seijuro? That I have a crush on him too? (#donttelldaiki)

I know that as a canon he's supposed to play shoji/run his father's empire, but…. I thought a slightly different twist for him, one that highlights his innate culture and unique charisma. I hope it's an enjoyable read!

📮Comments, criticism, sharing and like are so appreciated!📮

Follow the #knbhousewarming or #housewarmingbyvesper to find all the entries, or just ask for a tag I’d be glad to add you.

Who’s gonna be next? (🦁hint: his names means Tiger, but he was born under the Leo sign). If you prefer a different knb boy, let me know!

Love always,

V.

💋PS: If any of you amazing authors would like to contribute with original work to this series, that would be a dream for me. Please send me the link and tag me so I won’t miss any stories, and use the #knbhousewarming , as the platform sometimes gets crazy.

💣PPS: I apologize in advance for any grammatical and/or spelling mistakes, English is not my first language (bear with me!).

➿Genre: fluff, slice of life, one shot.

🏡 Housewarming Masterlist🏡

New York, Ithaca

Thursday, 10.45 A.M (ET)

A sunny October morning.

The dark car parked in front of the building was the sign you waited for, three mornings a week, so you could watch him sure you wouldn't be seen.

The new tenant of your stately mansion, the professor extraordinaire of Japanese culture from the prestigious Cornell University, was a boy your age, yet so different, so... peculiar. He had long been wooed by the 'higher-ups' Seth, the concierge who always knew everything, had told you. In the end, they had managed to put him under contract if only for one academic year.

A charming young man, so polite and yet so avoidant.

Not that you were the classic meddlesome neighbour, but you certainly had your talents and your speech impaired by his innate, yet unquestionable, charisma which had never allowed you to dare more than a greeting on the stairs, especially after that.

You avert your gaze from the dark car and direct it to your cup of coffee, remembering almost with shame that silly incident that had occurred only ten days before.

A bouquet of flowers, a paper bag of organic oranges and a small cake that you would have brought on Friday night to one the weekly dinner your friend Audrey had organized. She was formally worried about your embarrassing love life, but more realistically she had set you up on a stack of blind dates. You were juggling these things, moving slowly up the staircase, when your attention had dimmed for a moment, just long enough to notice him on the landing of the staircase in front of you, perfect in his dark gray tailored suit, so perfect, that he looked like a fantasy of yours. 

His elegant bearing, his serene but assertive expression, his eyes of such a velvety shade that made your heart beat a little faster when his gaze meets yours, and his hair, perhaps your absolute favourite thing about him. Magenta locks, as bright as silk, framed his perfect oval, his skin so white and firm, looked like fresh snow. You'd tried to pull yourself together, straightening your back, pointing your heel at the wrinkled upholstery that lined those damned wooden stairs, but it had been inevitable to put your foot down badly and, in order not to fall, drop all of your shopping. You had felt the shivers run down your spine at the same pace as the oranges roll away, made fast by the slope of the staircase.

Everything under his concerned eyes, that had become suddenly wide. His quick steps towards you, his warm hand helping you up from falling on your knees. 

And his scent, oh! His scent: an enchanting swirl of cardamom, cedar and amber. So sophisticated and yet so warm.

"Are you feeling well? Are you hurt?" he was quick to ask, kneeling down in turn near you, supporting you with his arm, looking at you with heartfelt apprehension.

"Y-yes," you had stammered, trying to ignore your cream-stained trousers and the flowers crushed by your bare feet, now that your shoes had reached the oranges at the bottom of the staircase, retrieved by a laughing Seth.

"I don't actually find anything amusing about it, she could have been seriously wounded by your negligence!" the young man had shot back at him, in an authoritative tone, eliciting embarrassment from the doorman. 

“Let me escort you “ he had then proposed, stretching out his arm and supporting you, as far as the front door, where he had taken his leave with a simple smile, even finding your words of thanks overstated.

But Akashi Seijuro was more than perfect, he was astonishing.

You became aware of it a few hours later, when the delivery boy from 'La Bergamote', the city's most renowned pastry shop, rang your doorbell with a sweet work of art, a net of oranges and a bouquet of white flowers in his hands.

' Wishing you the evening you imagined. A.S. '

You had read that note twenty times before you understood its meaning.

Surprising.

Placing his dark coat on the rack in his study, Akashi wondered if he would ever fit in in that city so far from Kyoto, not only geographically, but mainly, culturally. He had found himself in a hectic, noisy city where people hardly spoke to him with respect, apart from a few rare exceptions. 

He had his students, he told himself. 

And then there was you, his eccentric neighbour.

He sat down at his dark wooden desk and passed through his hands the thick bundle with  consignments that his diligent secretary had promptly printed out for him, perhaps oblivious to his technological abilities. 

That country was so, he told himself, excessive in every way.

He opened the pearly-coloured envelope with the university seal and could not help but sigh when he saw what it contained.

"No way!" he huffed, lifting the receiver to ask for explanations from the head of the department, who plainly and simply told him that he could not miss the gala dinner arranged in his honour, even if his contract did not provide for specific obligations.

"Bring a pretty girl and the evening will take a different turn, you'll see!" the other advised him, thinking he was being nice, but coming across as unnecessarily gross.

As if he used ploys, like dinners or gifts to get a woman's attention.

As if she, the one who was destined to be at his side, would be enticed by a prosaic display of fake elegance.

Disgusting.

He checked his watch, left his desk, buttoned his jacket over his white shirt and, retrieving his laptop and a leather briefcase, headed for the classroom to deliver his lecture. 

As he spoke, he loved watching their faces, the faces of the future generation. Some of them eagerly took notes, others nodded diligently, others avoided his gaze but everyone in that small group was keen to follow his lessons and that was more than enough for him. Even if sometimes their questions were specious or naive, even if more than once he had received anonymous love offers left on his desk during the coffee break, when he usually leaves the room to call Japan.

Disclosing culture appealed to him, he liked it more than leading the Akashi economic empire. He would talk about the heroes of the Edo sagas and feel himself as a child again, his eyes full of wonder and admiration for the fearless samurais and cruel shoguns. He would answer the boys' questions and see his younger self at Rakuzan, or at Teiko if it was a tough day.

Lately, they were all tiring days.

He thanked the driver and got out of the dark car, lifting his gaze to your window, partly out of curiosity, partly out of habit, partly because he had not seen you, since that incident. Perhaps he had been too intrusive, perhaps something in your genuine gesture of pure courtesy had been read as an invasion of privacy.

Cultural divide, he had repeated himself for the umpteenth time.

At Audrey's house everyone gets stunned when you show the pretty package of the dessert you brought, the twin of the one he gave you that night. You mentally thank your neighbour, and wonder if that curly-haired big guy you're seated next to, really thinks he can take you home by filling your glass with low-quality red wine. You don't even like red wine, not tonight at least. If only he had been there, you wouldn't have been bored to death. 

"Translations, I do translations. I was born and raised in Germany, so it comes pretty natural to me" you had explained, almost immediately losing his attention, which had been all focused commenting on a football match of a few days earlier.

Coming back home with an excuse, alone in your taxi, you had wondered what you had gone there for. You close the flat door behind you, and that's the first thing you see. 

White flowers, still incredibly fresh because they are made of silk.

You touch them carefully, smooth and precious just as you think his skin is. You admire them lovingly, as you would look at his features. You bring your face closer and smell their natural scent, just as you would like to do with him, sinking your forehead into his chest.

And then there is his note, which you read again and again, like a lucky charm. You sigh, because you so well know what your ideal evening would be. You sigh again, because you are going to do something stupid. On the other hand, you didn't run off from Audrey's house without a reason.

You open the fridge and take out the small vacuum packet you got yourself that afternoon, after crossing half the city, all to have an excuse to talk to him. You caress the sachet with the green powder, slide it into a paper bag and close your present for him. You take a breath and tell yourself you are ready, even though every fibre in you screams that you are not.

You press your finger on the golden bell and exhale, trying to ignore the surge of adrenaline that shakes your nerves when you hear the latch turn and see the door open.

You smile back, and wonder how one could be so attractive.

A simple white T-shirt, a dark grey waistcoat and a pair of soft trousers in the same shade. His magnetic eyes, perfect hands and a hint of a smile, as he invites you to sit down.

A majestic flat with dark furniture that is nevertheless not gloomy. An impeccable taste, a perfect balance between extremes, which can only succeed to a great mind like his. 

"I wanted to thank you for helping me... Here, I thought you might have missed this, away from home" you announce to him, placing a paper envelope on the living room table, which he immediately opens, and which immediately gives you the pleasure of seeing his face lightened up by surprise.

"It's a gift I really appreciate" he tells you, turning the chasen between his long fingers "May I have the pleasure of offering you the first cup?" he asks, smiling sweetly as you nod, leading the way to the kitchen where he places a cast-iron kettle on the stove. 

"In Japan we don't have a term for home-sickness as a negative feeling" he explains, as you move next to him to kitchen counter "We rather evoke our fondest memories with joy" he concludes, casting a fleeting glance at the teapot.

"And how do you say it?" you ask him, enraptured by his words.

"Natsukashii" he smiles and his face takes on a very tender expression, as if that word in his language has warmed his heart.

"Beautiful" you comment, because Seijuro really is, now that his incredible eyes look at you with an expression you can't quite decipher, but you know is a form of affection. 

You move a strand of hair behind your ear, lower your gaze for a moment and then shift it back to him, who is slowly pouring a trickle of boiling water on the green powder, moving to the side just enough so that you can see his every move and learn from him.

"In my language it is called heimweh. "Heim", the place where you belong and "weh" the pain or rather that sensation that clutches your throat and stomach, which only those far away know" you tell him, as he dissolves the green powder with the whip.

"I think I suffer from heimweh, no doubt" he tells you suddenly, contemplating for a few seconds the foam that has formed on the perfectly blended green liquid.

"This city is hard, if you're not willing to become like everyone else " you confide to him, thanking him as his hands place the drink in yours, as gently as he would bring you a flower. He watches you proudly as you rest your lips on the rim of the handcrafted cup and taste the matcha for the first time, amazed by its aroma so bitter but also so addictive.

"It's excellent " you smile at him, clashing his cup against yours, eliciting his hilarity.

"Don't ever do this in Japan, or you'll be banned from every tea room in the country!" he laughs lovingly, underlining his good intention by brushing your cheek with his fingertips, light as an angel's feathers.

You would like to play it down, but the Mulan quote in your mind would only make you look shallow and ignorant, more so than you already feel in front of him. (*)

"Seriously, how do you deal with this heimweh thing?" he asks back, leaning back on his cup and crossing his arms over his chest.

"With sehnsucht. It means desire" you explain to him " Finding someone who is home, away from home" you smile, placing a hand on his own "Someone to help us when we need it, someone to talk to freely, someone to give you a bouquet of silk flowers that keeps you more company than your friends" you conclude, letting him welcome your fingers between his and smiling at you.

"It's a thing of no value" he tells you almost in a whisper.

"It's not, because he reminds me of you, and you make me feel so special Seijuro" you confess, looking him straight in the eyes, smiling when you feel his arms around your waist. His good perfume, his serene breath, his magenta hair so soft between your fingers.

"Does this count as sehnsucht ?" he asks you, resting his warm lips against your cheek, not losing eye contact for a minute.

"No " you reply playfully, smiling at him when you see him interested in your sweet provocation. You feel his hands behind your ears, his fingers, light as silk flowers, bring your face to his and he kisses you, softly, slowly, letting go with a smile.

"I would love to be your home away from home, Seijuro " you whisper to him, hiding your flushed face on his pecs.

"You already are my sehnsucht. You're the only reason I don't hate New York and you are so much more  " he smiles at you, lifting your chin with two fingers, leaning over you for the first of a long series of kisses.

The new tenant of your stately home, was a young man of your age, yet so different from anyone you had ever met, so clearly and unquestionably elegant, charismatic and full of attention that he made even a hectic city like that a corner of paradise, where heimweh becomes natsukashii, only 'cause he is your home away from home.

(*) Dishonour! Dishonour on your whole family! Dishonour on you, dishonour on your cow

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Thank you for answer~ So, can I ask headcanons about Akashi and Aomine in love with the same girl?

yes!!! omg this is going to be the end of me.

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kuroko no basket headcanons

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akashi and aomine being in love with the same girl

warnings: swearing

pairings?: akashi x fem!reader x aomine

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you really have to be a strong personality to manage to make both of them fall for you.

you were manager of too academy (aomine's school, sorry don't know how to spell that)

you were caring but at the same time demanding, knowing exactly what you were talking about and tried, together with momoi to support and enhance the team best you could.

of course aomine had an eye on you. how could he not? your beauty and inner strength. what was there not to like about. and the fact that you did what you could to make him stronger (well the whole team but he liked to forget about that part)

though you were strong and independent and knew how to get what you wanted with words alone (honestly you could get scary when angry)

you were like one of those idols in his magazines he adored so much. no. even better because you stood in front of him. he could touch you, he could talk to you, he could be with you.

still he didn't approach you in that way for a very long time. he liked to take his time to get closer to you but he didn't think that it could also be too late some day

so

there was a big tournament coming up with all of the GoM teams participating. like before akashi had ordered all of them to come to a certain place and 'talk'

you and too academy arrived at the place of action but as soon as you had turned around both aomine and momoi had vanished.

minutes passed without any of you knowing where they had gone, so you told the rest to go ahead while you looked for them.

and you found them (and the rest of the GoM but you didn't know them) standing around talking at the fountain of the grounds. and aomine and momoi didn't seem to be bothered at all, making you angry as you had spent at least 10 minutes looking for them.

you approached them, completely ignoring the others.

'aomine, momoi.' you called. they turned to you giving you a look. a blond boy (kise) charmingly talked. 'sorry gorgeous, we are kinda into something right now.'

you smiled sweetly 'thank you for the information but i really don't care right now.' you turned back to your teammates as akashi seemed kind of entertaied. 'you coming?'

'y/n sorry but i think you should leave.' aomine silently remarked. your eyes widened in a dramatic manner

'ex-fucking-cuse me?'

'uh oh'

'you wanna say that again?' aomine shook his head vehemently. you grinned again. 'didn't think so. now get your asses moving.' and so the three of you took off.

leaving behind a confused gom. akashi laughed loudly with closed eyes. when he opened them again he looked at you in the distance. 'her i want her'

he would watch you from the ranks or the corners of the hallways for the rest of the day

and force aomine to give him your number. aomine could imagine what akashi was up to, so with all his will power and though he was threatened to death, he refused.

though momoi have it to him

silent contest of power. silent and scary as fuck (sorry)

they would both act all nice around you but behind your back aomine would try to get akashi to back off. he didn't off course. while akashi gave aomine silent threats and evil glances while he acted all gentlemen like around you.

aomine tried to convince you that akashi was no good, still since you never actually saw him being scary you couldn't believe it.

akashi visited your highschool regularly.

both of them would try to win you over being nice and giving you small tokens of appreciation. let's say that you didn't live many days nowadays on which you didn't receive a card and flowers delivered to your locker or your lunch being paid for you.

they would fight for you behind your back though.

akashi trying to order aomine around and for the first time in his life he didn't oblige, what impressed akashi. still he couldn't back off either. not this time.

who will your heart choose?🤭