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Not so Subtle- Aomine x fem!Reader

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Recovery date: April 8th, 2024

Description: Hiii omg could you write something for Aomine Daiki? Female reader, tall, large chest and midsize pretty please 🙏🏽 Ok, so it would take place after Seirin's win of the Winter Cup (so he's less of an asshole, but still yk). New girl student, settling in really good, she's pretty, funny, confident and witty. So he can only like, like her. They banter a lot and get friends really fast, fall in love, yadayada. Summed up: friends to lover, female/tall/witty/large chest/midsize reader OH! Bonus if you can make a scene with Kagami showing some interest in her.

Notes: This work was recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contribution. I had a ton of fun writing this! The reader's physical appearance doesn't come up much, but as I was writing i considered her to be around 5'10" so she was slightly taller than Momoi and slightly shorter than Aomine. Also, reader's conversation with Kagami can be interpreted as having visited or being from America.

Word count: 1 923

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Starting at a new school halfway through the year is a terrible experience. The easiest way to make new friends is to bond over being in a new environment, having few to no friends, and the stress of exams. Showing up in January skips over all of that and leaves you to make new friends with your own social skills.

“Hi! I’m L/n Y/n, can I join you guys for lunch?”

“Hi! I’m L/n Y/n, can I be on your team today?”

“Oh, hey, you walk home this way too? I’m L/n Y/n.”

Y/n has no idea why her parents were so worried about starting her in a new school so late in the year. This was easy. Sure not everyone she talked with ended up being her friend, but she’d somehow ended up involved with the basketball team.

Scratch that, she knew exactly how she’d wound up as one of the basketball team’s managers.

“Y/n-chan!” Momoi squeals, through herself at the other woman’s back.

Momoi’s arms wrap around Y/n’s shoulders and the woman leans forward so that Momoi is laying on her back as they both laugh. When Y/n stands back up Momoi carefully drops back to the floor and links their arms together.

“Sa-chan, welcome back. Over your cold?”

“Mhm.”

The two continued over to the gym. Momoi was practically leaning against Y/n with her head on the taller woman’s shoulder as she complained about the last few days.

“Dai-chan didn’t even visit me! Let’s see how he likes it when I don’t visit him next time he’s sick. He probably wasn’t even practicing,” she grumbled.

“Hate to break it to you but he was.”

“Of course he was, seriously, I thought losing to Seirin-”

“No, I mean he was practicing.”

Momoi stopped, hand outstretched to the gym door, and turned to face Y/n. The annoyed pout she’d been sporting during her rant morphed into a wide smile.

“Really?! I’m so glad.”

Y/n laughed, reaching past Momoi and opening the door.

“I mean, I had to hunt him down yesterday because he skipped class and fell asleep, but ya he's been-”

The squeaking sound of shoes on the gym floor, followed by a dunk and yelling cut her off. The managers looked over to the hoop on the far end of the court and found Aomine being chewed out by Wakamatsu. Aomine’s attention, however, was drawn towards the women as the sound of the door closing echoed through the gym. He waved, turning Wakamatsu’s attention away from him and allowing him to slip away to the stage.

“Momoi, welcome back, are you feeling better?”

“Much, thank you!”

“Aomine!” Y/n yelled, stopping the forward half way across the gym. “Apologize.”

“I didn’t do shit!”

“That’s the problem!” Wakamatsu complained. “You absolutely could have stopped that dunk.”

“Dai-chan-”

“I wouldn’t worry about it.” All eyes turned to Y/n who’d taken a seat on the stage. “I mean, I’m sure that red haired dude from Seirin would love to get some dunks past him, Aomine’s just being considerate.”

“Hah?”

The rest of the team turned away, covering their mouths, to stifle their laughter as Aomine’s face visibly twitched in annoyance. Momoi cleared her throat and took a deep breath.

“Dai-chan, practice seriously. Seirin will be here soon.”

It was still weird for the team to see Aomine listen to people. Sure he dragged his feet plenty, in this case literally as he made his way back to Wakamatsu and the rest of the team, but since the Winter cup he was seemingly more open to suggestions. And when suggestions didn’t work, the new manager seemed adept at getting under his skin enough to make him want to do whatever it was he needed to.

Momoi joined Y/n on the stage and pulled her clipboard out of her bag.

“He likes you,” Momoi whispered as she flipped through papers to find her notes on Seirin.

“Not this again.”

“He listens to you, he doesn’t even listen to me!”

“He listens to you.”

“Only if he already wants to do whatever it is, remember last week when we were studying? He tried to take a nap and he only went back to studying after you asked.”

“Okay, he likes me… as a friend that he acknowledges won’t deal with his bullshit.”

Momoi rolls her eyes and hands Y/n the clipboard before resting her chin on her shoulder to see the paper.

“I’ll prove it to you,” Momoi muttered. “Alright, so…”

As the team got some last minute practice in, Momoi gave Y/n a last minute crash course on Seirin.

Just as they were getting to the bench players, Momoi’s phone rang.

“Tetsu!” She squealed as she accepted the call and slid off the stage. The team stopped practicing and Wakamatsu got everyone to start cleaning up. “How did you guys get lost?”

“Yo.” Y/n looked to her right to find Aomine leaning against the stage. He slid a piece of paper over to her feet, the number 74 was written and circled in red marker. “Thanks.”

“Seventy-four, nice.” She picked up the test and gave it a quick once over. “Impressive, you didn’t get a zero on any of the questions.”

“Ya, well I had an okay teacher.”

“Sa-chan got a ninety and I got a ninety-eight, so you own us ice-cream today.”

Rolling his eyes, Aomine snatched back his test and stuffed it in his bag. 

“Sorry we’re late!” A chorus of voices called out.

The two first years turned to find the Seirin basketball team, being led in by Momoi, taking their shoes off. Momoi skipped over to her friends and grabbed Y/n’s hands, pulling her from the stage.

“Come on, there’s someone you need to meet!”

“Alright, I’m coming. We’ll talk more after the game, Aomine!”

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Tōō won, ending twenty points ahead of Seirin. Not unexpectedly as Kuroko’s misdirection was completely useless and Kiyoshi was gone. What was unexpected was the way Aomine seemed to be targeting Kagami, whether that be scoring through Seirin’s ace or shutting down as many of his scoring attempts as possible. During the break after the first half, Wakamtsu had chewed the ace out for showing off.

“We’re winning, aren’t we?”

“This isn’t about winning, it’s about getting better!”

Aomine had just shrugged.

“I think he’s jealous,” Momoi whispered after the players had left at the end of the break.

“We’re in the middle of a game.”

“I think it’s because you were talking with Kagami.”

“You were the one who said I should meet him,” Y/n huffed.

“I had to test a theory.”

“What theory?”

Momoi glanced over at Y/n, but was cut off by the coach clearing his throat.

Seirin headed out almost immediately after the game, while the Tōō players cleaned the gym. This time, Y/n walked them back to the bus stop so that they wouldn't get lost again. When she got back, she found Aomine sitting on the steps with her bag.

“Where’s Sa-chan?”

“She left, said she was feeling kind of tired and wanted a rain check on her ice-cream.”

Aomine handed Y/n her bag, and the two made their way to the school entrance.

“No post-match debriefing today?”

“I have no idea, everyone was being weird as fuck.”

Y/n nodded slowly. It was a logical conclusion that Momoi had introduced her to Kagami to make Aomine jealous, and that she’d convinced the team to clear out before she got back so that they’d be alone. Skipping ahead, Y/n turned around to face Aomine and kept walking backwards. It didn’t seem like they were being watched.

“Speaking of weird as fuck-oof.”

“Wall.”

“Fuck you,” Y/n grumbled, making Aomine laugh as she stepped around the wall and on to the sidewalk. “What was up during today’s game?”

“What about it?”

“Sa-chan thinks you’re jealous.”

“Tch, jealous of what?”

Y/n shrugged. “Race you to the convenience store!”

“Hey!”

Obviously Y/n didn’t plan to win. Aomine pulled ahead of her almost immediately, once he recovered from the surprise, and maintained a decent lead to arrive at the store just before her without leaving her completely in the dust. He laughed as she finally arrived and immediately collapsed against the side of the building, trying to catch her breath.

“So, what’s my prize?” He grins, bracing an arm above her and leaning in so they were eye level.

She raised her index finger to his face.

“Would you like to cash your prize in now or save up?”

“Why did Satsuki say I was jealous?”

“That’s what you want your prize to be?”

Y/n straightened up and joined Aomine in leaning sideways against the wall.

“Answer the question or you’re buying ice-cream.”

“Ah.”

Pushing off the wall, Y/n grabbed the front of Aomine’s shirt and pulled him into the store after her. The two made a B-line for the frozen section at the back.

“She thought you’d be jealous I was talking with Kagami,” Y/n shrugged, picking up Aomine’s favorite popsicle and her own.

The sound of the freezer closing filled the store, and the buzzing of the lights seemed incredibly loud in the silence that followed. Y/n looked over at Aomine to find him staring at her. She held out his popsicle, waving in front of his face when he didn’t immediately take it.

“What were you two talking about?”

“Huh?”

“You and Kagami. Why was he blushing?”

“Oh my god you’re jealous,” Y/n mumbled.

Aomine grabbed his popsicle and pushed the back of her head as he walked towards the counter. A wide grin spread across Y/n’s face as she chased after him, setting her treat next to his.

“We were talking about America and he was blushing because I said it was cute that he and his brother have matching rings.”

“Don’t call him cute.”

“I didn’t call him cute, I called the idea of having matching rings cute.”

“I could get us matching rings,” Aomine muttered.

The sound of the convenience store bell nearly drowned his voice out as they left the store, but Y/n was right on his heels and barely caught it.

“Sa-chan also said you like me.”

Y/n ran right into Aomine’s back when he stopped suddenly. She watched the back of his head as she unwrapped her treat and started eating.

“I think it’s funny that everyone thinks I haven’t figured it out.” Aomine’s shoulders tense up. “I mean, I wouldn’t say you’re subtle when you look at my boobs.” 

Y/n gently kicks the back of Aomine’s heel, urging him to keep walking. When he didn’t move she sidestepped him and started walking in front of him.

When he didn’t keep walking with her, she turned around.

He didn’t look stunned, definitely flushed, but he looked impatient– like he’d been waiting for her to turn around. Y/n inclined her head.

“You could’ve said something.”

“I could’ve,” Y/n shrugged as she walked back up to Aomine. “But I wanted to see the great Aomine grovel, just a bit.”

He frowned.

“What does that mean?”

“It means you need to ask me out.”

“Go out with me.”

Y/n sighed. “That wasn’t a question.”

“Nope, now let’s go get burgers.”

Aomine opened his popsicle and wrapped his free arm around Y/n’s shoulder as the two headed down the street.

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love is war — a. daiki

pairings: aomine daiki x wife!reader

extra characters: akashi seijuurou, aida riko

genre: heavy angst, marriage!au.

words: 1.835

warnings: bad break up, too many feelings, mentions of sex.

[disclaimer: i do not own the original animated picture, it was uploaded to wallpapercave by apple3d]

your hands shook for the first time that day as you stood there in the kitchen, the apron loosely hanging to your tired form. your left hand on the white onion that you just peeled, your right hand holding the knife, the nails of which carried the remnants of the aforementioned onion’s shell. your hand shook as you kept thinking about it, about how you just have had enough.

turns out marrying aomine daiki was not the difficult part, the hardest part came afterwards — staying married to him, cause God bears witness to how many times you have just wanted to scream and shout out of sheer hatred. 

hatred not for him but his sport, his career, and now that you think about it — hatred for a part of him, too, cause basketball was not just a sport for him, it was his entire life which you have always whole-heartedly supported but sometimes, just sometimes, you want to headbutt him and then maybe, just maybe wrap your small (compared to his) hands around his neck and squeeze with all your might to watch the life fleeing through his eyes. 

but guess we are not ready for that conversation yet.

shaking your head, you continued with cutting the onion, although you almost did cut your finger but it was a near miss. after you were done cutting the carrots and the beans, you moved the pot filled with water on top of the stove at high flame.

the sound of the door opening did not do much to faze you and you gently continued with putting the chopped vegetables inside the pot, now that the water was shimmering a bit. the surrounding soon filled with the familiar sound of daiki’s practice bag dropping to the floor, followed by the unlacing of his shoes and his socks dropping on the floor to which he is not going to pay another look to. 

his footsteps were soft and almost rhythmic as they resounded louder with every step that he took because he was taking those steps towards you only. you knew very well what exactly was going to happen next but nonetheless you kept playing ‘don’t do it dai-kun’ in your head like a mantra and there, just when you were in the middle of chanting that mantra, it happened.

his sweaty figure hovered behind you, so close to your back that you could feel his breath on your shoulder, his hands were swift, much like in basketball as he wrapped them around your chest, his right hand falling in place — on your left breast.

“mhm, here are my favourite pair of tits.”

the smirk that must have formed on his lips is unmistakable. 

‘so you have other pair of backup tits?’ you would have replied on a regular day but you kept quiet.

daiki noted your silence but continued, “and no, i do not have any pair of backup tits, yours are enough.”

he expected you to reply now maybe but you kept quiet.

and then came the familiar grinding, his lower half grinded against your ass, his boner becoming more and more prominent.

and that was it, that is what it all took.

“leave me alone dai-kun,” your voice was exceptionally low. in your mind however that was mellow cause what you expected to do was burst out, have a meltdown, break things even maybe but aomine daiki’s sheer presence just proved that you were his wife first and y/n second and you hated that, hated yourself for that. 

daiki chuckled thinking nothing of it and inched his fingers near your nipple to stimulate it but your hand on his startled him. your small cold hand on his usual hotter one is what it took for him to finally understand that something was amiss.

“what’s wrong?”

“wow, the fucking nerve you have.”

“excuse me?” daiki was startled again and took a step back.

you turned around after your hand instinctively lowered the flame of the stove, “have you seen the time?”

“yeah. it’s late i know, and?”

“and what dai kun?! and fucking what? i am fucking tired. it is 12 in the middle of a god awful night and you are coming back now. i was late tonight as well and just wanted to come home to my husband but i got what i always get, fucking loneliness creeping and lingering in this ‘shared’ apartment.” 

your tone change at the ‘shared’ word surprised you even. you did not mean to sound that rude. 

“babe, if work is getting overwhelming and you have to put in more hours, it is fine. i will understand if you do not want to cook. leave it, we can just order something,” daiki offered you a gentle smile, his hand advancing towards you but your maniacal laugh shocked, nay, scared him. it was bone chilling. you do not even talk in a louder tone and here you were laughing an almost sadistic laugh.

“wh-what’s wrong?” daiki stuttered, probably the first time in his life, wait the second; counting the time when he proposed to you because he was shit scared out of his mind. 

“of course you would not mind if i do not cook one night, aomine daiki and maybe if i stop cooking altogether, that would not bother you as well. you know what, i should stop waking up at four in the morning to prepare your bento boxes and attending your matches, taping your broken bones and taking your parents to their monthly doctor checkups. oh and also, definitely stop fucking you.”

daiki was not sure what was happening nor did he have any idea how to respond to your outburst, “baby, if it is getting hard at work, it is okay if you want to take a break or something.”

you had not noticed but you were crying, you cannot just be angry, if you are angry you obviously are also crying because that is the only way you know how to vent out.

you shook your head, “and they told me talking would fix things. my fucking ass,” you sniffled, wiping your tears as if in a hurry and pulled your shrug closer to your form as if a cold draft just passed through you, “i am leaving, dai-kun. since you would not really notice if i stopped doing any of that, i don’t see the point of even standing here anymore,” your hand reached out inside the pocket to bring out your phone.

daiki watched you in horror, like in that match when kagami passed through daiki’s defense using kuroko’s misdirection overflow. back then it took two people to faze him but here, tonight, you were doing it alone so effortlessly.

“can you pick me up?” your soft sniffles rang like bells inside his head, it was as if everything around him was moving in slow-motion.

he meant to ask you who had you called or maybe where you were going or how long were you taking a break for but you beat him to it.

“akashi kun is coming to pick me up, you will receive the divorce papers first thing in the morning,” you rushed to the bedroom after noticing his star struck expression, your tears free falling but you hardly cared about them as you hurriedly stuffed in your clothes inside a suitcase.

daiki took a while to process everything but was quick to follow you to the bedroom, “babe please, we can talk. i swear i will listen to everything you have to say.”

“you just listened dai kun, listened to everything i had to say. i am done now. i am not even sure if i want to see you again.”

daiki never knew that words could hurt so deeply cause that last bit struck him, struck him deep almost like it gnawed away a huge portion of his heart. a heart that he did not even possess for years now cause he gave it to you, in its entirety.

there was a car honk outside and he just watched wordlessly as you walked out of the apartment. how the hell did akashi come so quickly? or maybe its daiki who has lost track of time cause by the time he ran downstairs to try and stop you, you had already ascended akashi’s mercedes and left.

there, you were gone. his iris lit up with only the red from the tail-lights of the car, it was blurring at first but as the car went further away, it became smaller and smaller till it was only a small speck. you were only a small speck, or smaller cause he could not make out your figure in the passenger seat anymore. you were too far from him, too far. the only sound he heard in the lull of the night was the thud of his knees and the slight crack of his bones as they met with the sidewalk.

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“are you sure about this?” akashi’s voice lacked the usual confidence and luster.

you nodded at once, “yes. i am sure. it is way past the final quarter, i should accept my defeat and move on,” you tried to make a basketball joke to lighten the mood.

akashi’s words died down in his throat as he just offered a small nod and kept driving. an hour drive later, you arrived at aida riko’s house where akashi left soon after helping with your luggage.

you watched his car driving away, a part of you wished that he went back to daiki and maybe checked up on him. you have never seen daiki that upset but the other part of you just could not be bothered to care.

riko ushered you back inside, the warmth of her house filled you with that same emptiness as you started crying again, your blurred vision moved from one corner to the other as you noticed the christmas decoration. it was christmas eve and although the decorative lights were turned off but you could just feel it in your bones how good and bright they would be shining around the tree, a feeling you could never experience in your own home in the past three years. it was just four walls and a roof, an apartment at best, where daiki resided for an hour or two, or less maybe if he skipped the foreplay and just fucked you and then even skipped the shower afterwards to leave again for practice at the crack of dawn. 

“i am sorry, i must have ruined your christmas,” your voice cracked and you repeated yourself just to make sure you were audible enough.

riko was quick to hug your shaking form, her hand rubbing soothing circles on your back, “never ever think like that again.”

you tried to stop crying but you could not, instead you just hugged her form and kept crying for what felt like hours cause her arms always felt like an older sister’s would.

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PLSSS WE NEED JEALOUS SNEAKY LINK AOMINE. 😩

a/n: ty for this thirst anon it’s been sitting in my drafts for a while but I finally wrote it !!! if y’all wanna give me more vague prompts like this IM SO DOWN <3333 this is unedited oops. minors and ageless blogs do not interact !!

wc: 4.4k

cw: car sex, riding, creampie, protected sex (reader is on birth control, slight mention of alcohol, afab!reader

“you go out first- wait, fix your tie,” you stammer, reaching for the taller man’s collared shirt, adjusting it in addition to fixing the dark tie hung around it, pulled lose from your doing probably.

fwb!aomine only stares down at you with an easy expression, eyes glinting in satisfaction by the deep flush of your cheeks and slight disheveled appearance. he didn’t even go far, only making out with you and some light grinding in the back corner of the bar where no one could see. yet still, you’re flustered expression makes it look like you went far beyond that.

“thank you,” he murmurs hoarsely, tipping his head downward to send a chill down your back. “you know it’s coming off later anyway right?” he says coolly, bringing a hand up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. you squeak at the insinuation of his words, quickly glaring at him afterward.

“aomine-!”

“daiki,” he corrects lowly, retracting his hand.

“-don’t just say stuff like that!”

the dark haired man only laughs at you, not in the condescending way like he usually did, but more lighthearted, more amused if anything.

“sorry, sorry,” he apologizes but the grin on his face contradicts his message entirely. “i’ll be going then.” he pats your cheek gently, leaning down once more to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

aomine leaves you alone in the corner to collect yourself, both physically and mentally. the burn in your stomach makes you frown, both in frustration and discomfort, just by the doing of the raven haired man alone. 

you spend the next few minutes tugging at your dress, a pretty floral dress, as to how it was earlier in the evening during dinner, and patting down your hair, in hopes it wasn’t too much of a mess. the flush of your cheeks still burns at the entire recent event making you wonder how aomine could always appear so calm and casual.

you and daiki aomine are not a couple. definitely not.

but you sure as hell ain’t just friends either.

from what you recall, your... relationship began around six months prior at a reunion with your friends from college; it'd been only a year since you all graduated.

you'd all gone separate ways through your respective careers and though you did manage to see your friends on different occasions or when you were free, it was never the whole lot of you as it is right now.

so, those six months ago, the reunion, having taken place at a bar, set the perfect stage for the two off you. you and aomine had been the last ones of the friend group to leave the bar, having settled on two bar stools, updating the other about what had gone on in your lives. one thing led to another, alcohol and the bar's romantic aura playing a significant role, and you ended up going home with him. from that moment forward, it became an unspoken thing, a physical relationship for either of your needs.

once you’re seated, you send a pressed grin to the rest of the table, hopeful that no one saw through your lie about using the restroom.

briefly, you glance over at aomine who’s already immersed in a conversation with kagami, hand wrapped around the beer he most likely ordered as a ploy for why he was gone for so long. he's pulled up his sleeves, cuffing them, showing off a peek of the tattood sleeve he has on his left arm. as if feeling your stare, he averts his gaze for a split second, looking at you, offering you a raised brow.

you scrunch your nose at the way you can read his mind.

already wanting more, the mischievous glint in his eye says all. he eyes the front door of the restaurant, as if saying let's get out of here, followed by a cheeky smile behind the beer bottle he's about to take a swig of.

you scoff quietly at that, shaking your head at his brazenness.

"what about you, y/n?"

"hm, what?" you're brought out of your staring contest with aomine by the light chime beside you. you turn to face kise who's smiling rather mischievously at you. "sorry what was the question?"

"have you been out on dates throughout the year? midorimacchi says he's too busy and kurokocchi is gatekeeping his relationship with momoi," he says with a pout, tilting his head down at you.

"oh! uh, nope, no dates," you reveal with a nervous laugh. it isn't exactly a lie. all those times aomine's come over your place and you to his, you don't really consider dates and you're sure he doesn't either. confirming your thoughts, when you glance over at the man, he simply twitches an eyebrow upward in a playful manner.

"wha- really?" kise comments incredulously. "i sincerely doubt that."

"why?" you can't help but ask with a confused expression, furrowing your brows at him. it seems the rest of the table has settled into teir own conversation with the person or persons beside him, leaving you and kise to chat.

"well, i mean, you're pretty! i'd think people would've asked you out during the year," he admits a bit bashfully, rubbing a hand behind his neck. you think nothing of it, simply waving him off as being nice.

"you're too sweet," you sighing, flicking your hand downward. "besides, i've been too busy with work anyway so dates aren't really on my priority list."

"awh, c'mon really?" kise croons out, jutting out his lower lips. "what if i asked you out?"

"hm?" your brows furrow, full attention straying from the near empty plat of food in front of you to the blonde sitting beside you.

"would you go if i asked you out?" his tone is cheeky, warm, something you understand as a joke or a bit for you to play along with.

"very cheeky," you scoff out with an amused eye roll.

you don't catch the minuscule falter in kise's expression at your lack of awareness, but he quickly recovers when akashi across the table bids his attention, brining him into another conversation.

it isn't until the mini conversation is over that you feel burning into your temple, causing you to look up, only to meet the hard stare aomine's sending your way. your brows knit together in slight confusion, wondering how his expression could change so quickly from calm and lighthearted to seemingly pissed off.

you mouth out a 'you okay?' as to not draw attention to the whole table. you stomach only sinks when he's responds with nothing but a scoff into the bottle, turning his attention away from you and back to kagami in front of him.

the rest of dinner goes rather smoothly, minus aomine's deep frown, with only chatter about the nostalgia of your memories from college, high school and beyond.

"is he alright?" kagami murmurs to you as he helps you with your coat as you all gather to leave. "he seemed a little off toward the end of the night."

you give the taller man a pressed, yet clueless, smile. "no idea. i'll try to ask him about it." you glance over at him whose chin is dropped close to his chest as he stares rather pointedly at you, awaiting you near the front door. "and now he's getting impatient. i'll see you soon!"

you quickly bid your friends goodbye, hastily following aomine back to his car, since he'd dropped you off to the dinner in the first place.

the car ride home is excruciatingly quiet, only the radio and rumble of the car's gas filling your ears as aomine stares straight ahead at the road, tightly gripping the steering wheel.

"daiki-" you attempt to break the silence, but your voice falls in your throat. you shiver in your seat, bringing your thin jacket closer to you in hopes for more warmth. you can't tell if it's the car's cool temperature or aomine's cold aura that's freezing you.

at your movement, aomine slightly relaxes, nonchalantly bringing a hand to his car's controls and turning down the air condition.

"i'm sure kise was only being friendly," you quickly blurt, seizing the opportunity to speak when this is the first time he's so much as twitched since the two of you entered the car. that must be what it's about, right? "you know he's naturally like that."

like that, you say since you're too worried at striking a nerve for even so much as calling him flirty.

you can't tell if the man beside you likes or dislikes your answer anyway but his clenched jaw makes you think it's the latter.

you don't even know why he's so agitated by it; an old friend casually flirted with you, so what? it was in kise's character to be the friendly type and aomine's known him longer than you have; wouldn't he be more accustomed to that?

the man beside you only hums out in response, no acknowledgment in the form of a turn of his head or mere eye contact through side-eyes.

sure, you were close to aomine in more ways than one, but never did you think something as minor as a slight flirt from kise could get on his nerves. he's always been at least a little protective of you since you'd first met in college, steering you away from sleazes and guys he knew were no good. but as far as your concerned, kise's not one of those guys so why on earth is he so upset?

was it something you said?

maybe it had nothing to do with the fact that it was kise flirting with you but the fact that you accepted it? brushing and laughing it off giving him a hunch you liked the guy? that was far from the case but you could see the misunderstanding.

you grasp at another opportunity to speak to him when he parks in front of your apartment building, putting the car in park with the adjustment of his gearshift. quickly covering his hand with yours before he could pull away, you try again. "daiki," you start seriously, worry lacing your tone. "what is it?"

for the first time since you've left the restaurant, he turns to face you and looks at you. his stern expression, knitted brows and deep glare softens when he sees your wide, curious eyes and small frown.

god, he hates the way he's feeling. aomine never feels like this. never angry about some guy, much less some guy interacting with you.

"kise has a crush on you."

aomine's words come out stern and matter-of-fact, throwing you off guard. it's the first thing he's said for a while so that? that wasn't what you were expecting.

"he ... huh?" you attempt to blink away your confusion, batting your lashes at the man beside you quizzically.

it didn't help every face you made made you so damn cute either, aomine thinks as he pushes his tongue into the side of his cheek to keep from so much as smiling at your expression.

"kise," he tries again, raising a brow, "got the hots for you. 'heard him talking about it with tetsu."

your nose scrunches at his choice of words, internally scoffing at hots for you, but you choose to verbally disregard it.

"oh," you murmur, averting your eyes from his. "that's ... funny." you can't help but chuckle awkwardly, detesting the awkwardness settled in the air of aomine's car. the car's been in park for a while now, lights overhead since dimmed and the only light providing you a decent look at the man's facial expressions are from the ones lined up on the streets outside.

"funny?" aomine repeats, turning to you. "how so?"

swallowing the lump in your throat, you mumble out, "i just, don't like him like that. 'can't really."

"you can't..." aomine drawls off with a deadpanned tone, eyes squinting slightly as he tries to analyze your words.

"i can't when there's someone else..." you trail off, hiding the deep flush of your face by turning your whole body toward the passenger's side door, in hopes of escaping the car and bidding aomine a good night.

"hey." he gently grabs your forearm before you could push open the door. "look at me." you glance at yourself in the reflection of his tinted window, lips twisting into an embarrassed pout.

you crane your neck around to face him once more, only to raise a brow, feigning nonchalance. "thanks for the ride dai-"

"y/n." his tone makes you shut up immediately and your throat runs dry. "wanna elaborate on that?" he asks knowingly. it's a request you know, but his intonation clearly says that he'll receive your answer regardless.

"not really," you whisper out a little breathlessly. shit, is the car getting warmer or is it truly just the flush of your cheeks?

he simply raises a brow at you as you slouch in his leathered seats, somewhat defeated by his gaze on you.

"i think you should," he chuckles out dryly, bringing his other hand up to brush a strand of hair that fell in front of your face and tucks it behind your ear. instinctively, your head moves forward, further into the palm of his hand to which he gently rubs a thumb along the pad of your cheek.

"i think i shouldn't," you murmur out. your eyes don't stray from his while you lightly nibble at your lower lip. the air suddenly feels thick and you nearly shift in your shift to pull away from aomine's deep stare. for whatever reason, the hazy air has you drawing forward where you both meet just above the gearshift, making his hand slip up your jaw to the side of your neck.

"why not?" he murmurs out, his face so close to yours, his breath fans over your lips.

how do you not sound like a total dork in this intimate, smooth context saying, i think it's funny because it's not kise i like, it's you, my strictly platonic friends with benefits?

well, if you can't say it, might as well show it, right?

so, you inhale deeply before seizing your lips with his. you bring your hands around the dark necktie he's wearing, crinkling it between your fist and tugging him closer to you, deepening the kiss.

aomine immediately reciprocates, bringing your face between both of his large hands, tilting your head slightly. you can't tell if he's reciprocating because he understands your message or he's just so accustomed to kissing you like this; either way, you're not complaining.

it seems to get sloppier as more time passes, evident by your restlessness. you hum into his mouth, hands going up to grip at the short hands behind his ears, tugging slightly.

in one swift movement, he jerks his seat back, as far back as possible to allow more room, and greedily guides you over the console to plop you on his lap. your lips never separate, only to release a breathy chuckle at the squeak you make when your knee clumsily hits the top of the gearshift on your way over.

you settle your lower back against the bottom of the steering wheel, careful not to trigger the car horn, separating your face from his in order to reach for the buttons along the front of his shirt, having pulled off his tie already. aomine chases your lips anyway, leaning forward to press open-mouthed kisses along the side of your mouth, trailing down your jaw and neck.

"y'so pretty," he says, though it's muffled from his contact on your skin. "my pretty."

his hands grasp at your waist, pulling you flush against him now that you're finished unbuttoning his shirt, pressing you down firmer against his dress pants, unmistakably on the bulge that's his boner.

"shouldn't we go inside?" you mumble, quickly looking side to side, out the windows of his car in case of any onlookers.

"need you now." is all he answers, no inclination to let go of you anytime soon. "besides, tinted windows." he says, lightly knocking against the glass, easing your concerns. it's also rather late, so the chances of someone catching you - however that could happen - are relatively low.

he peels the flimsy lace straps straps of your dress, a short floral one aomine decides he likes, down your arms, no bother letting you pull out your arms. he pulls down the front of your dress, eliciting a gasp from you at his eagerness, freeing your breasts. whatever warm air you were mentally complaining about earlier must've been in your head because your nipples pebble nearly immediately.

he returns to your lips, hands drifting upward to cup and grab at your breasts, smiling against the kiss when you croon and sigh into his mouth.

your fingers tangle through his dark locks as he begins dipping his head lower and lower down your chest before reaching the valley between your breasts. he's particularly gentle with this area, placing chaste kisses along the domes, but he's merciless with your nipples. his fingers roll around one while his mouth latches the other, tongue swirling around the bud and teeth pulling at it, making you throw your neck back as breathy moans escape you.

you press down firmer against him as he gives the other nipple the same love, rolling your hips against his front, begging for any sort of friction between your clothed core and his.

receiving your message loud and clear, he detaches himself, forming a line of spit connecting your bud and his lips.

"daiki," you breathe out desperately. "i want you."

"yeah?" he asks, shuffling out of his dress shirt, now slightly sheer with sweat, allowing you a full view of his torso and upper body. your eyes ogle his arms, tan and toned, muscles of his biceps bulging as he holds you. your eyes drift to the tatted sleeve across his entire left arm, memories of all the times you've grasped and scratched ta it while he was under and over you in similar situations – well, maybe not so similar since this was the first time you've fucked in his car.

normally aomine would tease you, continuing to ask how bad you want him, but seeing you like this: glassy-eyed look, splayed out just for him in the dim lights of the streetlights outside his car; only he gets to see you like this.

and fuck, he loves that.

"'want you, too," he settles on, pressing his lips to yours once more, lifting you by the ass to hike up your dress up your hips where is bunches at your waist, meeting with the top of your dress. meanwhile, you busy yourself, blindly feeling around his crotch area for the button and zipper of his dress pants until finding them.

no wonder car sex is usually done in the back seat, you can't help but think as you watch aomine shove down his pants enough to allow enough room for his cock to spring free. there's hardly any room up here.

"y/n, you can't-"

"s'okay," you slur, leveling yourself over his standing cock, only pushing your panties, a pretty pink lacy pair you'd much rather save than risk getting ripped off, to the side, readying to lower yourself. "'need your dick."

"you're not prepped." aomine grunts when his head brushes over your entrance. "it'll hurt." he can't help but let worry seep into his tone, another indication that what he feels for you is beyond more than a fuck buddy relationship.

"it's okay," you repeat anyway, mind too foggy to back down. "just go slow."

aomine can't argue with that, not when you sound so firm and stubborn while literally hovering just over him. grasping at your hips, he aids you in sinking down on his dick, making him seethe at the tight fit.

your arms wrap around his broad shoulders, tucking your head into his neck, damp with sweat but your don't mind.

"i got you," aomine coos, rubbing your back soothingly. "just let me know when to move."

it's when he's caring like this, a stark contrast than how he shows off to other people, that gets your stomach doing somersaults and heart rate going erratic.

you don't know how long you're sat like that, eyes shut as you grow accustomed to the stretch of his dick, it could be seconds, minutes. after a small while, you lift your head from his shoulder. "okay, i'm good, you can start moving."

he simply nods down at you, eyes darkened, yet still showing that same fondness he usually has when you're this close and intimate, gently wiping some sweat on your forehead with the side of his hand before bringing it back to your hips. slowly, while gripping at your hips firmly, he lifts you up before dropping you back down, in addition to thrusting himself up into you.

soon enough, the only sounds heard in the car are the slapping of wet skin and the moans and guttural groans coming from the two of you. fog sticks to the glass of the car windows, darkening the lighting inside the car even further.

you use his shoulders as leverage while you bounce above him, meanwhile his teeth clash and glade along your throat, most likely littering love marks. his hands have slid down to your ass, squeezing and kneading at the fat of it as he guides you up and down his shaft.

"so good," you chant out, so often, it may be the only words you can say.

"made f'me," aomine grunts, speeding up his pace when he feels the knot in his stomach begin to tighten. "all for me."

"for... you," you affirm, mind foggier with lust than before. "only for you. all for you." you're babbling at this point, words you can't filter but not necessarily untrue.

"i'm close," he warns, making you nod profusely as if iterating you are, too. "you gonna cum? want you to cum 'round my cock."

"mhm, mhm!" you hum, losing yourself in his relentless pace.

it's a prior conversation that made aomine known to the fact that your on the pill, something you'd drilled into him the first night you slept together when he'd asked where he should release.

"you're so pretty like this, f'me. mine," he blurts, watching the area where your pussy meets his dick, disappearing and reappearing with every thrust.

"yours!"

"love this pussy." after some sloppy thrusts upwards, no doubt from him chasing his high, he lets out a deep groan, cock twitching inside you as warm ropes of cum paint your walls. "i love you."

aomine doesn't stop, however, with a new mission to let you finish. he continues to thrust into you, riding through his orgasm as he aids you in chasing yours. he bounces you up and down more firmly than before, focusing on pressure instead of speed. tears stream down your cheeks, mascara probably running under your eyes.

"c'mon baby, cum for me," he urges.

that seems to do the job because with one final jerk of his hips upward, you freeze above him, shaking as your orgasm takes over. your limp on his lip, muscles aching as a clearish-white ring of cum settles around the base of aomine's dick.

he carefully lifts you off his softened dick, plopping you on his thighs and continues to hold you close in his arms, warm hands gently rubbing at the flesh of your ass and hips where his probably brutal grip was. "you okay?"

you nod against him, bringing a hand up to trace absentmindedly along his chest. it isn't until you're clearer in the head that you've registered his words, shyly averting your gaze from his.

did he mean that? or was it an in the moment thing?

"dai," you murmur quietly.

"yeah?" he asks hoarsely, tilting his head down in attempt to meet your gaze.

"you um, said something before," you trail off, hoping you wouldn't have to outright repeat it in case it causes awkwardness within the small space of his car.

aomine knows exactly what you're talking about. although what he said was amidst being balls deep in you with nothing but you and his high on his mind, he was completely honest in saying them.

he could either run away from it, claiming it as a slip of the tongue accident that he didn't really mean in hopes of preserving your strict fuck buddy relationship, or he could risk it all; risk that you don't feel the same yet still come clean about his own feelings.

when it came to you, aomine has the urge to be nothing but truthful.

"i meant it," he answers seriously. "i know what we have is strictly physical but if i'm being honest i think i've loved you since college but i was too dumb or stubborn to admit it to myself."

you release a breath you don't realize you've been holding, finally gaining the courage to look up and face him.

he looks away from you this time, choosing to glance at the fogged up windows. "it's alright if you don't feel the same, just thought i'd-"

you don't let him continue beyond that, quickly pecking his lips to cut him off. when he averts his gaze back to you, your lips curl up into a small smile. "i love you, too."

he smiles at that, a genuine, happy one albeit tired from the prior engagement, and leans his forehead against yours. it's a moment before he mutters, "it's getting pretty sticky, right? we should head inside."

"yeah," you quickly agree, hastily fixing your dress to look the least bit presentable for anyone who may be in your apartment's lobby.

the two of you step out of the car, sighing in the much cooler night air contrasting aomine's car's warm, sex-ridden air. "and dai?" you ask as he shuts his car door.

"hm?"

"if you were just jealous of kise, y'coulda just said so." a knowing grin curls up your lips as you face aomine. he only deadpans at you for a mere moment before pressing a kiss to your temple with a low chuckle, hinting that whatever happened at dinner no longer concerns him.

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Shy S/O

Tetsuya Kuroko X Reader, Taiga Kagami X Reader, Shintaro Midorima X Reader, Daiki Aomine X Reader, Ryota Kise X Reader, Atsushi Murasakibara X Reader, Seijuro Akashi X Reader

Warning: Self Doubt, Bullying (kinda)

Tetsuya Kuroko

👤 Literally no one on the team knows how you got together, they literally watched as you often communicated without words and read each other's faces. 👤 You would have had to have been one of the other miracles siblings, otherwise you would both have walked past each other everyday and never said a single word to each other. 👤 Kuroko is very much a trusting person so you didn’t have to be going to the same school to continue dating and honestly he never worried about what you were doing he trusted you wholeheartedly. 👤 The only thing that he worried about was that he wasn’t there to cheer you on when you found something that you liked, where you were too shy to sign up for clubs that you liked so he’d always go to the first meeting with you to see how you felt. 👤 While Kuroko is quiet he wasn’t necessarily shy so when you found it hard to voice what you wanted or needed, he would come out of nowhere to help you out. 👤 Given the fact that you spend a lot of time on the outside looking in, you always knew where Kuroko was, bonus if you like basketball because you were one of the only people that never lost him on the court. 👤 Holds your hand to remind you that he’s there. 👤 Never asks you to come to his games but he’s happy when he sees you there, you used signs because you're just too shy to scream your praise for him. 👤 He finds you in a crowd and immediately moves to stand next to or behind you, everyone thinks that you are unbelievably cute.

You had come to one of Kuroko’s matches and he gone to get changed, you had gone to seat on a bench away from the large crowd that had gathered to get autographs and talk to the team, you were happy to wait for him while he dealt with the fans. You were scrolling through your phone when a shadow loomed over you, their hand reaching out to grab you and pull you off quickly. “It’s alright, it’s just me.” Kuroko finally said as your eyes found the back of his head. “What are you doing?” You asked. “Come on before they notice.” He said pulling you out of the arena and off down the road. “Are you sure that you should run away from all that?” You asked. “Don’t worry, Taiga loves the attention, there’s only one person that I want to be that close to.” He answered as he pulled you into a restaurant, where he ordered food for the both of you and you sat and talked for a while.

It only took about 10 minutes before his teammates and manager found you “Kuroko there you are! We were worried.” Riko said as waved frantically. Kuroko groaned next to you as a tray was slammed down on the table next to you as an arm wrapped around your shoulder “Hey little mouse, you two lovebirds on a date?” Taiga asked. “If we were you ruined it.” Kuroko grumbled as he linked your hands under the table giving it a reassuring squeeze. “We can just leave if you want, I know they’re all a bit loud for you.” Kuroko mumbled and you looked at him and smiled. “It’s okay.” You said softly as you moved a little closer to Kuroko. “Say the word and we’ll leave.” He whispered as the rest of the team sat around you as Riko and Hyuga tried to get the rest of the team to sit down, shut up and eat like normal humans.

Taiga Kagami

🐅 Taiga does see you around but it takes a little while for him to actually take notice of you, he immediately thinks that you are afraid of him and as he always does he rushes in to interrogate you. 🐅 You were alone when he found you and demanded to know why you were afraid of him, unfortunately the natural aggression and his stature caused a stuttered reply about being shy. 🐅 Que a flustered apology as he scratched the back of his head as he stuttered through his sentences and exited quickly. 🐅 He made sure to wave at you when he saw you after that, you were shocked but it became second nature to shyly wave back to him in the halls and before you knew it you were spending time together outside of school. 🐅 You don’t know when the relationship shifted but Taiga did ask you out, he didn’t make a big deal of the first date, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable but dates become easier the longer that your dating. 🐅 He’s loud enough for the both of you so if you need to say something then he becomes your voice. 🐅 He moved at your pace, whatever it would be, he’d never force PDA but he’s not against it. 🐅 Your biggest supporter, he was the one that you could hear cheering you on if you were into sports or any time of performance art, if not he’ll always tell you how proud of you he is. 🐅 He savoured the calm that you brought with you were the only person who could calm him down and get him to think straight sometimes.

Taiga was having a bad game, it was unusual for Riko to call on people from the crowd but she had seen the way that you calmed him down in practice matches, in less than a second and they went on to win, she needed that now. “(Y/N) you're up!” Riko said as Koganei led you down to the team. “M-me?” You asked. “What…” “Just do what you always do.” Riko muttered as she pushed you towards the brooding Taiga. “W-what’s going on T?” You asked, jumping at the loud cheer from the crowd, realistically you knew that they weren’t even looking at you they were all focused on the game still in full swing but the moment that you flinched Taiga took your hand leading you into the secluded hall way that lead back into the changing room. “What are you doing down here?” He asked, “It's too loud down here.” “Riko wanted me to come down here to talk to you.” You answered. “But this makes you uncomfortable.” He said taking your face in his hands and gently running his thumbs over them. “I don’t like seeing you like this, you know you have to be careful if you want to be able to jump like you do.” You mumbled and he smiled leaning forward to rest his head against yours. “Doesn’t mean you gotta be uncomfortable.” Taiga said as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “Then promise that you’ll be careful and think everything through please.” You pleaded and he looked at the game and then you. “I’ll try.” He nodded with a smile, despite the fact that the game was only 6 feet away from you he felt like it was your world and there was nothing that could change that. “You have a game to win.” You said softly as you pointed towards the court and he leaned forward a smirk on his face. “You bet I have.” Taiga said before pressing a kiss to your lips and jogging back to the bench where he was begging Riko to put him back in.

Shintaro Midorima

♋ You have Takao to thank for this partnership, since you were put next to him for most classes he adopted you as his introvert before he even knew Midorima. ♋ Takao literally took you everywhere, so you ended up at practice with him most of the time and met Midorima. ♋ Midorima drew a lot of attention to himself with the antic that he pulled but he taught you a lot about being comfortable in your own skin, now that didn’t mean that you were shouting from the rooftops or anything but it did mean that you were happy with the fact that you didn’t talk as much as other people and that was okay. ♋ Midorima became a silent guard dog, watched people’s behaviour and the way that they talked to or about you, correcting anything that made you uncomfortable or upset. ♋ Would bring your lucky item to school with him (by bring I mean get Takao to find it wherever it might be for him to hand to you when they meet up with you). ♋ Takao of course was the one to realise that you liked Midorima and gently guided him in the direction of his own realisation (literally had to spell it out to him, Midorima is academically smart and socially stupid). ♋ When you guys actually started dating there was a lot that you had to figure out, mostly about boundaries. ♋ Though he might grumble he’ll help you with anything you ask him to because he knows how hard you find it to actually ask for help. ♋ You guys are like an old married couple, he holds the door open for you, forehead kisses and hand holding.

Takao had watched you in your last couple of classes and it seemed that there was something bothering you, he didn’t know what it was and everytime he asked you what was wrong you’d brush him off and tell him that it was nothing. When you didn’t show up to lunch that day he decided to talk to Midorima about it. “Hey is something bothering (Y/N)?” Takao asked. “What?” Midorima asked. “Well they just seem a little distracted and they won’t tell me what’s going on… Plus they never usually keep us waiting.” Takao explained. “Yeah they’re apparently at the library.” Midorima answered with a shrug. “Well will you just check on them some time?” Takao asked, Midorima would have dismissed any other request but considering it was to check on you he gave a non committal grunt instead before standing up and disappearing out of the cafeteria in search of you.

You were surrounded by books as you hurriedly wrote notes about something, Midorima watched you for a second from where he was leaning against the bookcase “what are you worrying about?” He asked softly as he walked towards you. “I need to pass this exam, this is the third time that I’m taking it.” You mumbled as you looked over the book again groaned after your finger traced a sentence three times. “Why didn’t you just ask for help?” He asked. “This is my problem, I don't need to bother anyone else with it.” You explained as you waved him off. “You aren’t bothering anyone, what are you studying?” He asked, you tried to deter him but he just reached over you and grabbed the book that you were looking at and nodded before closing it. “I can help you with this after practice today.” “Hey!” You said quietly, Midorima would have laughed if you were alone, he’d never heard you raise your voice even a little and you trying to sound intimidating made him want to laugh. “I mean I’ll help you later, it doesn’t matter what you need help with, ask me.” He said. “But-” “You're the only person that gets the privilege so use it.” He ordered pushing his glasses up his nose “now come on, you need to eat something before our next class.” “T-thank you.” You mumbled playing with your fingers as he linked your hand and pulled you out of the library.

Daiki Aomine

💤 Again someone else was the reason that you met Aomine, Momoi befriended you and dragged you to practise. 💤 From the moment that Aomine saw you he thought that you were cute and let's be honest he thought the personality was a jackpot. 💤 He took every opportunity to tease you, given his height he’d just lean over you, crowd you into a corner or lean down to your ear to whisper something usually “this making you nervous?” 💤 It didn’t take him long to realise that he wanted more than just the teasing and actually asked Momoi to help him. 💤 There was a lot of work involved in him getting you to believe that he wanted you but he did. 💤 Aomine has and always will be a tease so that often meant that he’d come out of nowhere to press kisses to whatever part of your skin he could reach. 💤 Always steal whatever food or drink you have and if you try to stop him he’ll bite your fingers if they’re close enough to his mouth. 💤 He honestly loves to show you off, especially if he knows that there was someone around that liked you. 💤 Momoi sent you to go and get Aomine when he was skipping out on practice which always resulted in him getting something that he wanted from you in return.

You climbed up the ladder catching sight of your lazy boyfriend, who seemed to be taking a nap. “Dai?” You asked softly, you saw his eyes flicker open as they moved to you. “Was just dreaming of you.” He smirked as he put his hand out towards you, you rolled your eyes as you took his hand letting him lead you closer sitting up at the same time that he directed you to sit straddled over his waist. “She sent you, didn't she?” “They just want you to show up for practice.” You said softly as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, hoping to distract you. “You know they send you here because I can’t say no to you.” He mumbled face now buried in the crook of your neck. “Can you please just go to practice?” You asked. “Mm if you do something for me.” He muttered. “What?” He asked. “I’ll tell you when I want it.” He said. It seemed like a terrible deal but it was probably the only thing that could get him to go to practice. “Let’s go.” He smiled tapping your thighs for you to stand, you watched as he jumped down from the small heightened part of the roof, you often forget that he was an athlete with the amount of time that he spent lazing around, he turned back to you “come on beautiful, I’ve got you.” He helped you down before walking towards the fire exit with your hands connected.

When you got to the gym, they had finished their warm ups “oh! You got him!” Momoi cheered and you nodded. “Yeah.” You nodded. “Thanks (Y/N), you're the best.” Wakamatsu said, you blushed as you nodded at him, and Aomine grabbed your arm. “About that favour.” He mumbled pulling you back by the waist holding you close “I want a kiss.” “R-right now?” You asked. “Mhm.” He hummed leaning closer “In front of everyone?” You asked. “Mhm.” He hummed again before pressing a kiss on your lips making a show of kissing you in front of the rest of the team before pulling away still close to you “now go wait with Momoi I’m not done with my favour.” “B-but you only asked for one.” You frowned. “Wait for me.” He winked as he jogged off to the team and Momoi pulled you over to where she was sitting to watch them practise.

Ryota Kise

📷 Kise was and still is a sweet boy, he saw everyone as they were and he never treated anyone as if they were below him despite the fact that he was a model. 📷 He got a lot of attention and you assumed that meant that he had no idea who you were because you faded into the background easily. 📷 Kise noticed you after you bumped into him, he started to see you around more and more, he would never get you to say anything but you would smile and wave before someone else demanded his attention. 📷 He decided that he wasn’t going to let anyone deter him one day and made his way over to you introducing himself and asking for your name, it didn’t take long for him to make a friend out of you, though it did take a little longer to convince you to go on a date with him. 📷 Once you became official, there were very few people that knew about it, he made a statement to say that he was no longer single but he made sure that no one knew your name. 📷 At school you guys seemed like good friends but when you got some time alone, Kise never stopped pressing kisses all over your face or any other skin that he could find. 📷 Kise never forced you to do anything that you didn’t want to do, he respected your personality, he did love it after all. 📷 Likes to spend time with you in one of your bedrooms just talking especially after having a tough day. 📷 Take on your conversation if he can see you getting uncomfortable or flustered.

You had been with Kise for months now and while you were happy there was one thing that was bothering you. Kise had kept your relationship a secret in the hopes that it would make you more comfortable and in all honesty it did. However over the last couple of weeks you had noticed how close people were getting to him like, the fact that no one knew how he was dating meant that they could still try to get his attention. You hadn’t said anything to Kise. You were sure that it was your own jealousy but Kasamatsu, who you had become friends with since dating Kise, had noticed a difference in you.

“What’s bothering you?” Katamatsu asked. “Huh? Nothing. I’m fine.” You answered as you continued writing notes at your desk. “You're a terrible liar.” Katamatsu glared at you and watched as your eyes moved down so that you weren’t actually looking at him anymore. “I’m just working through some things. It's fine, nothing to worry about.” You said playing with your finger. “Have you talked to Kise about it?” He asked. “He doesn’t need to know about it.” You argued and he nodded. “So it has something to do with Kise?” He asked. “He didn’t do anything wrong!” You said quickly, you knew that Kasamatsu often looked for the worst in Kise even if they were friends. “Okay… So what’s going on?” He asked. “Ust people seem to be gettin closer to Kise you know, people who are probably better suited to him you know…” You explained. “You're worried?” He asked. “He doesn’t make me feel like I should be but I am.” You admitted. “Hey Kasamatsu can I talk to (Y/N) for a second?” Kise’s voice made you jump, as you gritted your teeth with your eyes closed, neither of the boys said anything but you heard them change places and then Kasamatsu left. “Please look at me.” Kise pleaded and it took a minute but you finally looked up at him, he smiled softly. “Why didn’t you tell me?” You were thankful that he wasn’t going to make you say it again. “I thought it was me… I was trying to think of something that would make this all go away.” You explained “I wanted to have a solution.” “You can’t figure all of this out by yourself.” He said softly, he was careful how loud he talked. “I know…” You answered, he could see the tears in your eyes and he wanted to hug, to comfort you properly but he couldn’t. “I want to hug you.” He mumbled as he looked at the people around you. “You could if you wanted to.” You mumbled. “People will see.” He reminded you and you nodded. “I know.” You answered. “Maybe we can fix everything, I’ll hug you now and later we can talk about a picture to announce you as my girlfriend, if that’s what you want, if you're ready for that.” He suggested coming around the table to pull you into a hug kissing the top of your head. “Yeah, maybe we can.” You mumbled burying your face in his chest relishing in the feeling of him hugging you.

Atsushi Murasakibara

🍬 You were out buying snacks the first time that you had ever interacted with Atsushi, you were trying to decide on what to get and he just leaned over you to grab what he wanted. 🍬 He leant down his voice low and lazy as always, he was right next to your ear as he told you what one you should get, then he was gone. 🍬 You blushed as you caught sight of him walking past the window of the shop but nothing more happened from it. 🍬 At least for you nothing else happened, you assumed that he’d never remember you that is but he noticed you around the school more often. 🍬 One day he saw you, there was a guy around your age leaning over you, he saw that you were uncomfortable, that was enough to have him walking over but when he saw the guy take the food that you had been eating he was ready to go into battle. 🍬 He scared the guy off and then made sure to tell you to protect the snacks before heading off. 🍬 You guys were cute together, everyone thought that you were cute, given the fact that he was the scary kid that no one could approach and you were the sweet innocent student that no one expected him to be interested in. 🍬 Scary dog privileges, he watched you closely and always appeared when you needed him. He hated it when you shared food with other people, he was always worse when you did that. 🍬 The moment that you both seemed to remember most was the moment that you properly fist met.

It had been after he had saved you from the guy who had attempted to steal your food, you started to leave snacks in his locker or desk, at first he thought that he had left them there by accident and was pleasantly surprised but when it became regular he wanted to figure out who was doing it. Atsushi waited one day he was across the hall watched the door to his classroom and then he saw you, you weren’t in his class, he walked towards the other door looking in to see you slipping the sweet treat into his desk, he snuck up behind you so when you stepped back you bumped right into him. “What are you doing there little mouse?” He asked. “I-I um…” You didn’t seem to want to admit what you were doing. “Are you the one leaving all those snacks for me?” He asked. “You helped me before, I’m just saying thank you.” You answered stepping away from him but given his height he still seemed imposing, so close. “You could have just said thank you” He smirked, his desk was against the wall so when he moved both his hands to rest on the desks on either side of him you had nowhere else to go. “I-I’m not very good at talking…” You explained. “Mm, this is the first time that I’ve heard your voice.” He smirked. “How about you just give me my thank you gifts in person and we’ll leave it at that?” “In person? Why?” You asked, he just smirked as he reached around you grabbing the snack that you had hidden in his desk and winked. “I got to go meet a friend, thanks, next time give it to me in person okay?” He asked before you could answer and he disappeared out of the classroom leaving you with a blush on your face paired with a smile.

Seijuro Akashi

👑 Your parents knew each other, that was how you ended up meeting however, you never made him feel like he needed to be anyone except for himself. 👑 You guys would seek each other out when you knew that both your parents would be at an event together. 👑 You knew each other well and that was why you were one of the first people to notice the personality change and you told him as much but you still didn’t leave his side. 👑 Akashi made sure that you were looked after at school, even with everything that was going on with him, you were one of the most important people in his life and did not plan on leaving you. 👑 You didn’t treat him any differently with the personality change in fact, you stuck closer than you ever had before, you never really said anything but you were there if he needed you. 👑 Akashi would always ask if you had eaten before providing you with something if you hadn’t. 👑 You congratulated him on every win and attended every game no matter what was happening the next day. 👑 His eyes found you in the crowd every time, his eyes landing on you where he gave a subtle nod in appreciation and you gave a shy wave. 👑 He didn’t notice how important you were until the end of the match with Kuroko when he finally accepted everything but he didn’t wait to tell you.

You were sitting in the crowd, you were happy that Kuroko had managed to win, you had been friends with him before you all went your separate ways but you were more devastated for Akashi who was facing his first loss, you attempted to find him on field and realised that he wasn’t there, he was with Kuroko minutes ago you looked away for a second and then he was gone, you hoped that he wasn’t taking it too hard, you stood from where you were sitting turning to leave but came face to face with Akashi. “Oh! Sorry I didn’t know that you were there.” You said taking a step back to put some space between you. “Yeah I was looking for you.” He said “Glad I caught you before you left.” “Is there something that you need?” You asked. “Actually there is.” He said softly, you waited for him to continue talking, you were expecting some kind of favour like taking something for him, or delivering something for him but what came out of his mouth was something very different “Will you go on a date with me?” “M-me?” You asked, looking down at your hands. “Yes you.” He laughed, it had been so long since you had heard him laugh, you missed it, it brought a blush to your cheeks and it only worsened when he lifted your chin to look at him “what do you say?” “U-um I would love to but are you sure?” You asked. “What do you mean?” He asked. “You could probably have anyone here, are you sure that you want me?” You asked, he hated that you seemed confident in that one sentence, that you were sure that he would pick someone else so instead he leaned forward, the smile now softer and almost sad. “I’m sure.” He answered before pressing his lips to yours in a long awaited kiss, one hand cradling your cheek and the other around your waist to pull you closer to him. “Come on.” He pulled you after him ignoring the staring, focused solely on you as he led you to the perfect place for your first date.

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[selmasemlan]

Life is good

Life is good

Author note: I was .......inspired and with Valentine closing up.......feeling a little depressed and sad, and Aomine Daiki just has a soothing effect on me. 

Warnings: None, just a whole lot of freaking fluff, wishing he was real right now. 

Word count: 864

Song inspiration: some playlist on youtube

Imagine....

He was staring.

Yes, he knew he was staring but could you blame him? There are not a lot of things he likes to watch. The majority of programs and shows these days weren't amusing. He found himself bored most of the time. His magazines no longer kept him entertained. God knows no one stood a chance against him in basketball. Ever since Kagami moved back to America, basketball wasn't the same. The miracles kept him occupied, but they didn't meet as often. Everyone had their own life to live.

Kise was off travelling with all kinds of different modelling gigs and even landing acting jobs. Kuroko was somehow living peacefully as a kindergarten teacher. Murasakibara was running his own bakery, which shockingly is flourishing. Midorima was off in the medical field and saving lives. Akaashi had finally taken over his father's dynasty and was perfect about doing it. No shock there. Daiki couldn't help but compare his life with theirs. It wasn't that he thought they had it better, but sometimes he couldn't help but think that he hadn't accomplished as much as them.

During those times, something or more like someone would remind him that his life may not be luxurious with constant new challenges and entertainment on a screen or paper. But he was lucky to own what he had. That someone would be you.

You are standing in the kitchen, cooking up a storm. He thanks God every day for gifting him you, cause he could´nt cook for his life. But you, you were amazing at it. The way you entered the kitchen as if it was your domain. You could make any sort of food, new or old, and it would be delicious. Daiki never had a complaint about any food that was made by your hands. The trust he had in you was unmatched.  

But today was different.  

"Sweetcheeks, you´re supposed to rest. You have been on your feet for too long"

He rises from the sofa and walks over to you. He grabs the bowl in your hand at puts it on the counter. He then turns to you and takes a hold of your forearms. You can only pout at him. You have been having cravings like no other for far too long and you just want to satisfy them. You do understand where he is coming from. The doctor did tell you to rest and not to overwork yourself, but you love cooking. For you, it feels weird not cooking the food at home.

"Baby I know you wanna feed us, but you have to think about yourself, your health and the baby's health too"

Your pout deepens. You hold your hand over your swollen stomach. You are looking forward to this baby coming out. Being 6 months pregnant was not easy, especially with a husband that is as protective as Daiki is with you and the baby. Not to mention that the doctors are worried about you and keep telling you to rest when you just wanna move around like normal.

"Daiki, we both know you can´t cook to save your life. We can´t keep eating out, now that is not healthy"

Daiki only chuckles softly and hugs you as tightly as he can with your stomach.

"My sweet sweet wife. Always prioritizing everyone over herself."

You smile, but hide it from him while lightly hitting him. He was corny but you loved him very much. You feel blessed to be the one person he acts like this with. This was your special Daiki, your husband. There is no one else you would wanna spend the rest of your life with but him. He feels the same way. There was and never has been anyone more perfect like you. Even though you like to tell him that you are not perfect, he always insists that you're wrong.

"Come on baby, you got the food in the oven and the dessert is standing right here in front of me. What more do you need to do?"

You blush lightly and hide your face in his chest. He hugs you a little tighter and kisses your forehead.

"Let's go"

He lets go of you but doesn't stay far away for long. He grabs the back of your knees while he has an arm around your shoulders and lifts you. You giggle and hide your face in his neck and he walks with you to the sofa. He leaves you on the sofa and goes back to the kitchen. You try to look over your shoulder to see what he is doing, but he is already on his way back. In his hand, he has brought your tea and a snack. He lays it down on the table. While he sits down, he brings a fuzzy blanket with him and covers you both with it.

"I got you" he says and kisses your temple and hugs you to his chest.

Honestly, he was right. The cleaning could wait.

It was cuddle time anyways.

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐀𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞~ ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Daiki Aomine X afab!Reader

Synopsis: Who knew a corny knock knock joke would turn out to be something naughty in the end?

Word Count: 454

"Hey, Daiki~" you called on to your tan boyfriend who's sleeping on the rooftop.

"Hm?"

"Knock, knock." you said and looked down at him.

He opened one of his eyes, revealing his sapphire hues, and sighed in annoyance. "Who's there?"

"Aomine."

He raised one of his brows but continued. "Aomine who?"

You mentally laugh because he literally asked Aomine who. But you just smiled to yourself and laid down beside him, snuggling your face into his neck, with your lips on his ears. You opened your mouth and whispered. "I know I can treat you better, Aomine~"

Once Daiki heard those words, he swiftly changed his position and now he is hovering over you, with his arms and legs caging you under him. You saw him lick his lips and got a bad feeling about this.

"Is that true, [Name]~?" he asked huskily, feeling all seductive.

You, on the other hand, gulped and sweat-dropped at your mistake. You should have to reconsider telling him the joke or else this happens. As people say it, regret is always at the end.

"E-eto... it just only a joke," you gave off a forced chuckle and averted your [e/c] hues to avoid his blazing gaze.

But knowing Aomine, he didn't accept your answer. He smirked, and you gulped once again knowing what he intends to do.

"You better take your words seriously, [Name]." he said then kissed you aggressively.

He bit your lower lips, and you gasped, but because of it, he took the opportunity and slid his tongue inside your mouth. You gave off a pleasurable moan, turning him on. He removed his lips on your and proceeds kissing you and biting your skin, leaving hickeys down your neck. You just moaned and played with his hair.

"I think you're liking this [Name]~" he smiled and looked at you.

"I don't care, just fuck me, Ahomime," you growled with your face flustered.

[beneathashadytree]

Hello! Can I request Aomine Daiki with a gn! s/o that plays volleyball as a libero like Nishinoya from haikyuu

MATCH MADE ON COURT - AOMINE DAIKI X READER

Warnings : this is mostly set in college, a few suggestive lines (Aomine is incorrigible /lh), this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : fluff <3

Word count : 1.0K words

Additional notes : I apologize for having taken so long. I’ve been through a very… traumatic event recently, and I haven’t been able to recover as much as I would’ve liked to. I hope you’re alright with me having only just gotten to your request! Now, I would like to warn you nonnie that my knowledge is severely limited, since before watching Haikyuu the only sport I was invested in was professional swimming, so this will be a little vague in terms of the actual sport. Aside from that, I really hope you enjoy this!🥰

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Masterlist

Aomine’s a self-renowned bastard, and every part of him takes pride in pissing people off and stunning them with just how incredibly talented he is, despite his lackadaisical nature

They don’t know how much he truly loves basketball, and how it’s been the only thing he was ever passionate about—hence why the lack of competition made him slowly lose interest

However, what they don’t know is that another part of his heart is completely and utterly owned by his partner

They’d met in their last year of high school, both of them having applied to the same university and attending the exam together

For once in his life, someone’s presence felt large enough for his curiosity to be piqued; he knew that only brilliant people applied for that university and for only one of two reasons: academic excellence, or immense talent for sport

Given the way they carried themselves with a straight back, hard-set eyes, and assurance in their gait, he could easily tell that they were an athlete just like him

He found himself introducing himself to them, his cocky attitude as much of an annoyance to them as it was intriguing, and they seemed engaged in the conversation

One thing led to another, and by the time they’d both started university, Aomine was sure of the fact that he wanted to get together with them; a feeling he’d had for the first time in his life

The feeling only grew stronger with the beginning of the academic year, as he saw just how incredible they are on court

He’d only been passing by the sports complex when he’d seen them mid-practice, muscles flexed and tensed as they received every ball with unwavering concentration on their face

Man could’ve sworn he’d fallen in love right then and there; they’re smart, hot, fun to be around, AND ridiculously talented?!

He’d have to be stupid to let the chance slip through his fingers, so he walked them right up to their flat that night, asking them if they had the time to squeeze in over the weekend between their practices

Arching their brow, they chuckled, understanding that this was his way of asking them out, and quickly agreed to a lunch date after their respective practices

Much to his surprise, they came to watch his practice that day, smirking and telling him that they were “only returning the favor”, which resulted in a flustered Aomine having gotten caught in the act

A few more dates down the line that surprisingly enough felt less like tense formalities and more like the most comforting way to wind down after the fatigue of aching muscles, they surprised him by being the first to ask him if he would be their boyfriend

Once again rendered (pleasantly) speechless by their courage and daring, he felt like putty in their hands and couldn’t have possibly agreed faster

Given his… inclinations and preferences, he’d be pretty insufferable at first with his erotic magazines and absolutely horrible pervy comments

But after visiting them at practice a couple of times, he soon realized that he had no need for that when he’s got a ridiculously attractive partner, working out and sweating in front of him whenever he has the time to see them—and yes, he makes lewd commentary as he deems fitting, earning a fond roll of their eyes

In fact, that’s the very reason he initiated their daily workout plans; part of him genuinely wanted to spend time with them as they exercised side by side, while the other part of him reveled in the sight of them panting, their skin glistening and their eyes darkened with focus

To be honest, that hardworking quality of theirs had to be the single sexiest thing in the world to him

When it comes to games, Aomine’s their number one supporter, all decked out in matching colors (them being a libero with different colored fits is a perk, since it makes him stand out as their partner by proxy)

He’s the first to cuss at the ref and nearly get kicked out of the stands (multiple times) whenever they make an unfair call

When they get subbed out momentarily during rotations, he’s quick to lean over the stands, grinning wickedly as he whispers malicious words of encouragement in their ear (they’re more like threats to their opponents, to be honest)

If it’s a win, this man’s instantly dragging them out for a drink at a cozy restaurant, celebrating it with their loved ones (though if he had to admit, he much prefers it when they’re on their own)

If it’s a loss, Aomine’s dragging their ass back home for some cuddles he “reluctantly” gives them—even though the barely-perceptible blush on his cheeks says otherwise—and repeatedly reassuring them that he knows them well enough and believes in them wholeheartedly that they would pick themselves back up

When he’s in a particularly romantic mood, he gets Momoe to help him make them matching felt bracelets, just so they could wear them on court; a statement of sorts that they were together

They make sure to lavish him with affections in return whenever it’s his turn to have practice, where they ogle him openly (I mean, who wouldn’t?) and appreciatively tell him as much, which absolutely inflates his ego to unseen-before-heights

The first time they showed up at a game of his, all decked out in his jersey and wearing their matching bracelet, he could’ve sworn he felt a little lightheaded with how dazed that sight made him

It only encourages him to further beat their opponents’ asses, partially because he’s just that fired up, and partially to show off to his lovely partner

And if they happen to kiss him right in front of the stands because his admirers were being all too much and the tiny bit of possessiveness in them had won over?

Well, Aomine had zero qualms about that—in fact, he’d smirk into that kiss and only pull them in closer; the bigger the spectacle the better!

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[linkemon]

Aomine Daiki x (chubby) Reader

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Some of these oneshots are already translated into English. You can find them here.

"— ᴊᴇᴅʏɴʏᴍ, ᴋᴛᴏ́ʀʏ ᴍᴏᴢ̇ᴇ ᴍɴɪᴇ ᴘᴏᴋᴏɴᴀᴄ́… — ᴢᴀᴄᴢᴀ̨ᴌ ᴅᴀɪᴋɪ, ᴊᴀᴋʙʏ ᴘʀᴏ́ʙᴜᴊᴀ̨ᴄ sɪᴇ̨ ᴜsᴘʀᴀᴡɪᴇᴅʟɪᴡɪᴄ́. — …ᴊᴇsᴛᴇś ᴛʏ sᴀᴍ? — ᴢᴀᴋᴏɴ́ᴄᴢʏᴌᴀ ᴢᴀ ɴɪᴇɢᴏ ᴅᴢɪᴇᴡᴄᴢʏɴᴀ."

sᴘᴏᴊʀᴢᴇɴɪᴇ ɴᴀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴋᴛᴇʀ ᴀᴏᴍɪɴᴇ ɪ ᴊᴇɢᴏ ᴢᴍɪᴀɴʏ ᴡ ᴘʀᴢᴇᴄɪᴀ̨ɢᴜ ɢɪᴍɴᴀᴢᴊᴜᴍ ɪ ʟɪᴄᴇᴜᴍ. ʙᴏ ᴍᴏᴢ̇ᴇ ᴊᴇᴅɴᴀᴋ sᴀ̨ ʟᴜᴅᴢɪᴇ, ᴋᴛᴏ́ʀᴢʏ ᴘᴏᴛʀᴀғɪᴀ̨ sᴘʀᴀᴡɪᴄ́, ᴢ̇ᴇ ᴋᴏsᴢʏᴋᴏ́ᴡᴋᴀ ᴢɴᴏ́ᴡ ɴᴀʙɪᴇʀᴀ sᴇɴsᴜ…

ᴅᴏᴅᴀᴛᴋᴏᴡᴇ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴄᴊᴇ:

ᴡ ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴄɪᴇ ᴡʏʀᴀᴢ́ɴɪᴇ ᴢᴀᴢɴᴀᴄᴢᴏɴᴇ ᴢᴏsᴛᴀᴌᴏ, ᴢ̇ᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴀ ɴᴀᴅᴡᴀɢᴇ̨, ᴀʟᴇ ᴍʏśʟᴇ̨, ᴢ̇ᴇ sᴘᴏᴋᴏᴊɴɪᴇ ᴍᴏᴢ̇ɴᴀ sɪᴇ̨ ᴡᴄᴢᴜᴄ́.

Aomine przystanął na żwirowej ścieżce. Nasłuchiwał przez moment. Z sali gimnastycznej dochodziły dziwne odgłosy. Momoi mówiła mu kiedyś, że jest nawiedzona. Przez moment naprawdę jej uwierzył, ale potem spotkał Kuroko. Chłopak ze swoim zapałem do ćwiczeń i umiejętnością odwracania uwagi całkiem nieświadomie zachowywał się jak prawdziwy duch. Daiki wyśmiał głupie plotki następnego dnia, ale teraz już nie był taki pewien, czy nie tkwiło w nich jednak ziarno prawdy. Sprawdził telefon, by upewnić się, że niczego nie pomylił:  

Tetsu  

Rozchorowałem się. Nie będzie mnie dzisiaj na treningu.  

A więc nie. Powinien być tu tylko on sam. Rozejrzał się nerwowo wokół siebie. Szkolny plac był pusty. Nie było nikogo, kto mógłby mu towarzyszyć. Cała drużyna rozeszła się już do domów. Zdenerwowany oblizał wargi. Właściwie mógłby odejść, ale przecież nie będzie tchórzył... chyba.  

— Cholera! Idę! — Ścisnął mocno swoją piłkę od kosza.  

Nie był przecież mięczakiem. Ludzie w gimnazjum nie powinni obawiać się wymyślonej zjawy. Z pewnością ktoś się tylko nabijał. Dumnie uniósł głowę. Przyspieszył kroku w obawie, by nie rozmyślić się w ostatniej chwili.  

Delikatnie uchylił drzwi i rozejrzał się po sali. Mocne halogeny rozświetlały pomieszczenie. Dodało mu to otuchy.  

Przez środek boiska biegła dziewczyna. Sprawnie kozłowała w kierunku kosza. Odetchnął z ulgą. Z pewnością nie była straszydłem. Można nawet powiedzieć, że wyglądała bardzo ładnie. Szczególnie biorąc pod uwagę jej kształty. Aomine już dawno przestał się przejmować tym, jak inni widzą jego postrzeganie płci przeciwnej. Jeśli kobieta miała duży biust, to nie widział nic złego w tym, by go podziwiać. Komplement jak każdy inny.  

Przez moment stał w progu, oglądając, jak ćwiczy. Wyglądało na to, że szlifowała podstawowe umiejętności. Kozioł. Prawa. Lewa. Rzut. Zaraz potem odwrotna wersja. I tak w kółko.  

W pewnym momencie piłka odbiła się od kosza i poturlała się wprost pod jego nogi. Daiki podniósł ją i zakręcił na palcu. Wirowała przez moment. Posłał ją z powrotem w stronę uczennicy. Musiał przyznać, że miała refleks, bo złapała ją poprawnie.  

— Cześć! — zawołała, kozłując. — Też przyszedłeś poćwiczyć, Aomine-san?  

Na jego twarzy musiał odmalować się szok. W końcu nie co dzień spotykał nieznajome wiedzące, kim jest.  

— Skąd znasz moje nazwisko? — Podszedł bliżej.  

— Trudno nie znać członka Pokolenia Cudów, chodząc do Teikō — odparła.  

Chyba do tej pory nie zdawał sobie sprawę z tego, jak bardzo jest rozpoznawalny. Jego kariera dopiero nabierała rozpędu. Czuł, że pewnego dnia zajdzie daleko, ale chyba wszystko działo się szybciej niż myślał. To Kise mógł się pochwalić popularnością. Wszędzie biegały za nim fanki. Błagały o autograf, wspólne zdjęcie albo zostawiały mu prezenty. Nie zazdrościł mu. Bywały okropnie upierdliwe.  

— Jestem w klubie koszykarskim, więc oglądałam wasze mecze — dodała.  

A więc jednak się mylił. To jeszcze nie było jego pięć minut sławy. Może to i lepiej.  

— Hmmm… — Niski pomruk wydobył się z jego gardła. — Co powiesz na jeden na jeden?  

Był przekonany, że odmówi. Większość ludzi bała się z nim grać. Jeśli już go widziała, to powinna wyczuć porażkę. Lata ulicznej koszykówki zaszczepiły w nim dzikie instynkty. Rozwinął refleks do wręcz nadludzkiego poziomu. Nie bał się przyznać, że jest dobry. Znał swoje możliwości i stale przesuwał granice tego, co go wstrzymywało. To zniechęcało sporo osób, które nie widziały sensu, by się z nim mierzyć.  

Jednak dziewczyna ku jego zdziwieniu odłożyła na bok swoją piłkę i z uśmiechem stanęła gotowa do walki.  

— Jestem [Reader]. — Wyciągnęła rękę.  

Potrząsnął dłonią, czując silny uścisk. Z pewnością nie brakowało jej siły.  

Daiki nie był do końca pewny, jak to działa.  Czy sport mógł być jakąś formą komunikacji, którą rozumieją tylko wybrani?  Z jakiegoś powodu wydawało mu się to prawdą. Ta rozgrywka zdawała się mówić więcej o nowo poznanej osobie niż gdyby miała mu to przekazać słowami.  

Miała zapał. Wkładała w koszykówkę serce. Rzucało mu się to w oczy bardzo wyraźnie. Szczególnie, że Tetsu był jego przyjacielem. A on ucieleśniał to podejście. W tej rozgrywce był jakiś upór. Nie taki dziki, jak jego własny, a raczej rozważny. Dziewczyna ważyła swoje opcje.  

Po kilku minutach pojął, w czym rzecz. Wiedział, dlaczego tego wieczora trenowała zwykłe podstawy. Miała prawdziwy talent do rzutów. Może nie taki na miarę Midorimy, ale jednak duży. Wszystko wpadało idealnie, jeśli nie zdążył stanąć do obrony. Nieważne, jak dziwacznego kąta by nie obrała. Nabiła całkiem sporo punktów. Nie mogła się jednak z nim równać. Skoro rywalizowali na poważnie, postanowił nie dawać jej forów. Blado wypadały jej zwody. Trudno też było jej nadążyć za morderczym tempem biegu. Podejrzewał, że podania też idą jej średnio. Nie miał jednak okazji ich ujrzeć, bo byli tylko we dwójkę. Bezczelnie więc wykorzystywał te słabości, by ostatecznie zdobyć miażdżącą przewagę.  

Czekał na moment, gdy się podłamie. Na tę dobrze mu znaną minę, którą coraz częściej widział na twarzach rywali. Na chwilę olśnienia, kiedy zrozumie swoje braki w obliczu jego umiejętności. Jednak ona nie przestawała. Nawet gdy zmęczona upadła, podniosła się i kontynuowała. Ktoś mógłby powiedzieć, że w takim razie powinien przerwać. On jednak widział w jej oczach wolę walki. Rozpoznawał ten głód godnego przeciwnika. Taki sam, jaki trawił niego samego, więc nie potrafił się powstrzymać.  

Czuł ciepło, ale nie z powodu potu lśniącego na opalonej skórze. To było jakieś radosne uczucie, objawiające się w okolicy brzucha. Gdy się uśmiechała, coś w środku niego trzepotało, pragnąc się wydostać na powierzchnię. Chciał kontynuować, wiecznie niezmęczony. Im dłużej się nad tym zastanawiał, tym głupsze mu się to wydawało.  Czy to mogła być miłość od pierwszego wejrzenia?  

Cholera!  — pomyślał .  Naprawdę się rozproszył, przez co zabrała mu piłkę. Z trudem zdobyła kolejny punkt. Mimowolnie poczuł, jak na jego usta wkrada się uśmiech. To właśnie była prawdziwa koszykówka. Taka, jaką lubił.  

Nie był idiotą. [Reader] mu się podobała. Może miłość to było za duże słowo, ale coś w niej go pociągało. Od wyglądu, przez grę, aż po ten zapał, którym emanowała. Chciał spędzić z nią więcej czasu i lepiej poznać.  

— Wpadnę kiedyś obejrzeć twój mecz — rzucił niby od niechcenia.  

Powiedział to, skacząc do kosza. Wolał być odwrócony plecami. Nie brał porażki pod uwagę. Ale na wszelki wypadek jednak lepiej byłoby nie oglądać jej twarzy, gdyby mu odmówiła.  

Dziewczyna przystanęła na moment. Dopiero wznawiali grę po zdobytym punkcie, ale widział, że w jej postawie coś się zmieniło. Jakby nieznacznie zesztywniała.  

— Chętnie bym cię zaprosiła, ale nie gram w pierwszym składzie. — Trafiła za trzy punkty.  

To go zdziwiło.  Czyżby żeńskie Teikō w tak krótkim czasie zdobyło silne zawodniczki?  Wydawało mu się, że wciąż ich szukano. Semestr dopiero się zaczął. Zdecydowanie powinna się tam znaleźć. Co prawda w rozgrywce z nim wydawała się przeciętna, ale on to on. Poza tym jej błędy nadawały się do całkiem szybkiej korekty. A z taką celnością drużyna z pewnością daleko by zaszła.  

— Dlaczego? — Chłopak był naprawdę ciekawy.  

Spodziewał się, że machnie na pytanie ręką. Satsuki zwykle tak robiła, gdy pytał ją, co się dzieje. Często mówiła, że to nie jego interes i że nie powinien się wtrącać w nie swoje sprawy (no chyba że chodziło o Kuroko, to zupełnie inna rzecz). Ona jednak nie była Momoi.  

— Trenerka i kapitan uważają, że ktoś z moimi wymiarami nie może grać — oznajmiła prosto z mostu.  

Zupełnie nie tego się spodziewał.  Co miał teraz powiedzieć? Że mu przykro? Że to idiotyczne?  Dziewczyny, z którymi do tej pory przebywał, pewnie właśnie to chciałyby usłyszeć. Zwykle też lubiły sobie nawzajem mówić, że wcale nie mają nadwagi. Ostatni raz, gdy powiedział przyjaciółce, że przytyła, nie odzywała się do niego przez tydzień.  

— Znam tę minę. — [Reader] ostentacyjnie przewróciła oczami. — Tylko nie mów, że ci przykro. Nie potrzebuję pocieszenia. Wiem, że jestem grubsza niż większość dziewczyn z drużyny i znam swoje ograniczenia. Ale to nie daje tym dwóm sukom prawa, by patrzeć na mnie z góry. Dostanę się do pierwszego składu i pokażę im, że nie miały racji. — Mówiąc to, wróciła do gry.  

Nie wiedział, co go bardziej zszokowało. To, że właśnie nazwała nauczycielkę suką (z tego, co o niej słyszał, to całkiem jej się należało), czy to, że akceptowała fakt, z którym większości trudno byłoby się pogodzić. Rzeczywiście była szersza w pewnych miejscach, ale nie widział w tym przeszkody. Szczególnie z jej grą. Jeśli podciągnie się wystarczająco, prędzej czy później dostanie awans.  

— Kobiety z kształtami są atrakcyjne!  

Wystawiła mu środkowy palec, na co się uśmiechnął. Zdecydowanie była odświeżająca w porównaniu do jego dotychczasowych znajomych.  

— No co? Mówię prawdę!  

Potrząsnęła głową i pokozłowała w stronę kosza.  

Wybił jej piłkę z rąk, po czym przegonił o krok. Wyskoczył w górę. Może nie był to idealny wsad. Wciąż trochę brakowało mu wzrostu oraz siły, by zrobić to tak, jak należy. Mimo to na moment zawisł w powietrzu. Z radością patrzył, jak pomarańczowa smuga przechodzi przez obręcz. Wiedział, że popisuje się jak gówniarz, ale nawet nie próbował z tym walczyć.  

— Jestem pewny, że się dostaniesz. — Popatrzył jej w oczy na moment. Chciał, żeby wiedziała, że się nie droczy. Naprawdę tak uważał.  

Odgarnęła do tyłu sportowy kucyk. Nic nie odpowiedziała. Po prostu ponownie ruszyła do gry. Tak spędzili cały wieczór.  

Nagle przez pisk sportowych butów przebił się dzwonek jego telefonu. Już miał zamknąć klapkę, gdy na wyświetlaczu ujrzał:  Matka . To zwiastowało kłopoty. Nakrzyczała na niego, gdy tylko odebrał. Do tego stopnia, że odsunął urządzenie od ucha. Miał dziś wrócić szybciej, żeby pomóc jej nosić ciężkie worki. Próbował się bronić, ale zegar na sali wyraźnie wskazywał, że jest grubo po czasie. Rozłączył się w połowie tyrady. Już i tak nic nowego by mu nie powiedziała. Zostało mu tylko jak najszybciej biec do domu.  

[Reader] śmiała się na boku przez cały czas. Widocznie szalenie bawiło ją patrzenie, jak dostaje kazanie.  

— Dzięki za grę! — Zabrała swój plecak z podłogi.  

— Dziękujesz mi za to, że wgniotłem cię w ziemię? — wyszczerzył się Aomine.  

Uderzyła go w ramię. Nie bolało, choć miała sporo siły. Po prostu miał na tyle wyrobione mięśnie, że niewiele poczuł.  

— Odegram się następnym razem. —  Dziewczyna zmełła w ustach przekleństwo.  

— Kto powiedział, że będzie następny raz? — Chłopak uniósł brew.  

Wydawało się, jakby byli dobrymi znajomymi, choć spotkali się zaledwie tego dnia. Dziwnie się z tym czuł. Szczególnie, że wszystkie dziewczyny, jakimi się do tej pory interesował, wyróżniały się jedynie wyglądem. Z żadną nie udało mu się zawiązać nici porozumienia. Przyjmowały do wiadomości, że interesuje się sportem, ale żadna nie widziała w nim tego, co on. Tak jakby pojmowały ogół, ale nie wiedziały, czym jest sama istota jego pasji.  

Co prawda miał przy sobie Satsuki. Na nią jednak nie potrafił spojrzeć inaczej niż na młodszą siostrę. Mieszkali blisko i znali się od dzieciństwa. Poza tym robiła maślane oczy do jego najlepszego kumpla. W jakimś stopniu pojmowała, co siedzi w głowie Daikiego. Jednak spotkać kogoś spoza zwyczajnego kręgu znajomych, kto by go rozumiał, nie zdarzyło mu się od wieków.  

Zmierzali w stronę drzwi. [Reader] nic nie powiedziała, odkąd zanegował pomysł powtórzenia spotkania. Zerknął na nią kątem oka.  

— Jakbyś chciała kiedyś razem potrenować, to i tak już pomagam koledze z drużyny. Siedzimy tu prawie każdego dnia o tej porze. Możesz dołączyć. — Aomine podrapał kark.  

Kuroko raczej nie powinien mieć nic przeciwko temu. Jak go znał, to pewnie jeszcze się z tego ucieszy. Szczególnie, że w pewnym sensie byli bardzo podobni.  

— Serio? — Miał wrażenie, że cała jej twarz nabrała blasku. Możliwe jednak, że było to tylko światło księżyca wychodzącego zza chmur.  

— Taaa — mruknął potwierdzająco.  

— No to widzimy się! — Odbiegła zadowolona.  

***  

Aomine w najlepsze wsuwał burgera i zajadał go frytkami. Chrupiąca bułka, soczyste mięso i jakieś niepotrzebne warzywne dodatki. Ten znajomy smak przywoływał wspomnienia. Do tego jeszcze wielka cola. Pociągnął przez wielką rurkę. Ciemny, zimny i słodki płyn buzował bąbelkami. Poczuł się zupełnie jak kiedyś, na początku gimnazjum. Tylko że lepiej. Tak sobie powtarzał.  

Bo teraz było późno w nocy. Ciemno i cicho. Nikt mu nie przeszkadzał. Na zmianie w Maji Burgerze siedział tylko jeden pracownik i zajmował się swoimi sprawami. Nawet nie spojrzał w jego stronę.  

Kiedyś, gdy tu przychodził, otaczał go gwar. Koledzy bijący się o to, kto pierwszy zamówi albo kto komu wisi pieniądze. Zdawało się, że ciepłe popołudnia zniknęły gdzieś bardzo daleko. Jakby wydarzyły się odległe lata temu, choć wcale tak nie było. Nie tęsknił. Nie mógł, bo sam to wybrał. Tę samotność, która jak na złość dawała o sobie znać w takich momentach, jak ten.  

Daiki oparł głowę o szybę. Neony rozświetlały nieciekawe widoki. Zerknął na stolik. Zamówił stanowczo za dużo jedzenia. Nie pokona tego wszystkiego i kasa się zmarnuje.  Czemu w ogóle to zrobił?  Już od dawna nie przychodził tu z chłopakami. Widywali się na meczach, ale tylko oficjalnych. Nie chciał się z nimi spotykać, więc unikał ich jak ognia. Zresztą z tego, co wiedział, oni też już przestali spędzać wspólnie czas. Nie byli drużyną, tylko zbiorem indywidualistów. A teraz każdy z nich skończył naukę w Teikō.  

Odezwał się cichy dzwonek nad drzwiami. Nie przejął się nim do momentu, aż usłyszał znajomy głos. Zamarł z burgerem w połowie drogi do ust.  

[Reader]. To ona odbierała właśnie swój shake przy podświetlanej ladzie. Nie wierzył w bogów, ale w tej chwili modlił się, by go nie zauważyła. Co było okropnie głupie, jak się nad tym zastanowić.  Bo niby czemu miał się jej bać?  Nie wyszło im. Tylko tyle i aż tyle. Właściwie to nawet nie mieli jak zerwać. Nigdy oficjalnie nie ogłosili, że są parą. Nie przejmowali się takimi rzeczami. Kiedy dotarli do etapu randkowania, wszystko w jego życiu zaczęło się sypać. Oznajmił jej, że nic z tego nie wyjdzie. Przyjęła to do świadomości i byli naprawdę niezłymi przyjaciółmi. Do momentu, gdy odsunął również przyjaciół, a ich kontakt znacznie się ograniczył.  

— Mogę się przysiąść? — Bezceremonialnie wpakowała się na siedzenie naprzeciw niego.  

— Jeśli chcesz — odburknął cicho.  

— Koniec gimnazjum. Szybko zleciało, co? — [Reader] bawiła się słomką. Jakby nie do końca była pewna, co powiedzieć.  

Nie dziwił jej się. Niezręcznie było tak siedzieć. Jak za starych czasów. Praktycznie się nie widywali. Nawet nie wiedział, co dokładnie zamierza teraz robić. Szła do Shūtoku, ale na tym jego wiedza się kończyła. Po tym, jak dostała się do pierwszego składu, zaczęła grać w oficjalnych meczach. Z pewnością przyjmą ją z otwartymi ramionami. Wmawiał sobie, że go to nie interesuje. A jednak łowił wiadomości o niej od wiecznie trajkoczącej Satsuki. A, gdy przeglądał telefon, śledził jej media społecznościowe. W głębi serca wiedział, że gdyby naprawdę miał ją gdzieś, to już dawno przestałby chłonąć tę wiedzę przy każdej możliwej okazji.  

— Tak, bardzo szybko — przytaknął Aomine.  

Zapadła niezręczna cisza. Dzwoniła mu w uszach, niemiłosiernie przypominając, że jest inaczej niż kiedyś. Dawniej siadała tuż obok niego. Obejmował ją ramieniem, które żartobliwie strząsała. Potem opowiadał jakieś nieśmieszne żarty, kłócąc się o to, jaką strategię przyjąć w kolejnym meczu.  

Wciąż wyglądała tak pięknie, jak pierwszego dnia, gdy ją spotkał. Nadal palił się w niej ten żar, którego jemu tak rozpaczliwie brakowało.  

Spojrzał na stół.  

— Chcesz burgera? — zadał pytanie, wyciągając kanapkę w jej stronę.  

— Wow, mój ulubiony! Dzięki!  

Przeklął się w myślach. Nieświadomie kupił ten, który kochała najbardziej. Właściwie wszystkie na jego tacy były preferencjami osób z Generacji Cudów.  

To pewnie był pierwszy raz od dawna, gdy ucieszyła się z czegoś, co zrobił. Bo na pewno nie była zadowolona z tego, kim się stał. Częściowo żałował, ale nigdy do końca.  

Przez jakiś czas jedli w milczeniu. Przeżuwał powoli. Wydawało mu się, jakby stracił apetyt. Kęsy grzęzły gdzieś w gardle.  

— [Reader]… jesteś na mnie zła za…? — zaciął się. — Sama wiesz… — zakończył niemrawo.  

Ile różnych rzeczy kryło się pod tym stwierdzeniem. Urwał treningi. Zostawił ją i Kuroko samych sobie. Nie miało znaczenia, że wtedy już radzili sobie świetnie. Przestał spędzać z nimi czas. Opuszczał mecze. Zarówno te swoje, jak i jej. A potem też zwykłe spotkania i rozmowy. Zaniedbał to wszystko, co razem zbudowali.  

Przerażało go, jak sentymentalnie brzmi. A jednak tak bardzo chciał wiedzieć, co ona o tym myśli.  

— Nie jestem, Aomine-kun. Jest mi przykro, ale nie jestem zła. Rozumiem cię.  

Przerastało go to, jak bardzo koszykówka rządziła jego życiem. Kochał ją. A najbardziej to uczucie rywalizacji, którego już nie doświadczał. Im lepszy się stawał, tym mniej zostawało mu do odkrycia. Ćwiczenie sprawiało, że rywal wydawał się jeszcze słabszy. Daiki stał na boisku i ziewał. Każdy kozioł, dwutakt, zwód i wsad przestały mieć sens. To było błędne koło. A jedynym sposobem, w jaki sobie z nim radził, było niegranie. Więc odsuwał wszystkich, którzy mieli do czynienia z tym przeklętym sportem. Zaczął od zespołu. Potem jego menadżerki i przyjaciółki — Satsuki. Kończąc na Kuroko i [Reader].  

Ze zgrozą zdał sobie sprawę, że właśnie im zarzuca coś jeszcze. Był zazdrosny. Cieszyli się tą dyscypliną. To było coś, czego pragnął, a od dawna nie mógł osiągnąć. Wciąż mieli wiele przed sobą. Bawiła ich gra. Podczas gdy on się wypalił. Z tej niegdyś jasno płonącej pasji został zaledwie tlący się ogień. Dlatego tym ciężej było mu ich widywać. Choć z nimi był najbliżej przez cały swój czas w gimnazjum.  

— Jedynym, który może mnie pokonać… — zaczął Daiki, jakby próbując się usprawiedliwić.  

— ...jesteś ty sam? — zakończyła za niego dziewczyna.  

A więc naprawdę go rozumiała. Jako chyba jedna z niewielu osób w jego otoczeniu.  

— Jestem pewna, że któregoś dnia spotkasz kogoś, kto będzie dla ciebie idealnym rywalem. — [Reader] popatrzyła mu głęboko w oczy. Chyba pierwszy raz od dawna.  

Była tak podobna do Kuroko, ale też jednocześnie inna. Dokładnie to samo powiedział mu kiedyś przyjaciel. Przez jakiś czas naprawdę mu wierzył. Grał, próbując dojrzeć moment, gdy będzie lepiej. Tylko że nigdy nie było. A potem trener złożył mu propozycję. Już nie musiał trenować. Tak długo, jak zjawiał się na oficjalnych meczach, wszystko było w porządku. Wtedy ostatecznie porzucił nadzieję na zmiany. Miał dosyć wiecznego czekania. Obietnica złożona chłopakom na sali gimnastycznej wydawała mu się ostatnia deską ratunku. Teraz, gdy rozeszli się do różnych szkół, stanowili jedyną jego szansę na poczucie choć części tego, co kiedyś. Był jednak pewny, że ich umiejętności nie wystarczą, by stanowić zagrożenie, a co dopiero go pokonać. Ta myśl ciążyła w jego umyśle od dawna.  

— Zamierzam się dostać na zawody krajowe — oznajmiła [Reader]. — Może wtedy uznasz mnie za godnego przeciwnika. — Na jej twarzy zagościł lekki uśmiech. Wydawała się być nieobecna, siorbiąc swój shake. — Zagrajmy wtedy jeden na jeden jak za starych dobrych czasów.  

Nie wiedział, co odpowiedzieć. Chciał, by stała się wystarczająco silna. Z drugiej jednak strony chyba nie potrafił uwierzyć, że jest w stanie to zrobić. Bo jego zdaniem nikt nie był. Młody Aomine bezgranicznie uwierzyłby w jej możliwości. Ten starszy miał z tym problem, bo nie ufał już nikomu i niczemu. Spuścił więc wzrok, wracając do jedzenia.  

— Dzięki za burgera. Chyba pora na mnie. — Dziewczyna wstała ze swojego miejsca.  

Odeszła kilka kroków, po czym jakby pod wpływem impulsu odwróciła się.  

— Zawsze możesz do mnie zadzwonić — dodała i z tymi słowami odeszła.  

***  

— Jeszcze raz, Tetsu!  

Chłopak ponownie źle ustawił ręce. Aomine musiał podejść i je poprawić. Powinien wypchać piłkę sprzed klatki piersiowej, jeśli to miało zadziałać. Pokręcił głową.  

Daiki nie wierzył, że uczy przyjaciela gry na dzień przed meczem. Był mu jednak coś winien. Jemu i Kagamiemu. W końcu po raz pierwszy od dawna sprawili, że spojrzał na koszykówkę z ekscytacją. Z pasją, jakiej nie czuł od czasu zanim poszedł do Teikō. To było niesamowite, że przegrana aż tak napawała go nadzieją. Nareszcie pojawił się ktoś, kto stanowił prawdziwego przeciwnika. Co więcej, Seirin chciało kiedyś powtórzyć mecz.  

Wreszcie pozwolił sobie na uśmiech podczas gry. To był właśnie sport, do którego został stworzony. Rozpierało go szczęście. Koniec z leżeniem na dachu. Teraz wróci do treningu. A kiedy następnym razem spotka kogoś lepszego, wgniecie go w ziemię. Ponownie miał w życiu jakiś cel i to było wspaniałe.  

— Mam do ciebie jeszcze jedną prośbę — oznajmił Kuroko, ponownie próbując trafić do kosza.  

— Oi, nie uważasz, że strasznie dużo tych przysług? — odpowiedział rozbawiony Aomine.  

Niebieskowłosy gracz przekrzywił głowę. Już wiedział, że mu nie odpuści. W jego wzroku była ta denerwująca determinacja. Rozjaśniała blaskiem mroki nocy dookoła nich.  

— [Reader] wygrała zawody krajowe. — Wycelował i rzucił ponownie.  

— Przecież wiem. — Daiki ziewnął, oglądając kolejny raz jedno i to samo zagranie. Ćwiczyli cały wieczór.  

— Wydawało mi się, że mówiłeś, że niezbyt interesujesz się jej życiem. — To właśnie był cały jego przyjaciel. Zawsze mówił do rzeczy, zwracając uwagę na ludzi. A teraz złapał za słówka również jego.  

— Tak jakoś wyszło, że wiem — mruknął, odwracając się plecami.  

Nagie gałęzie drzew za boiskiem nie były zbytnio ciekawe, ale udawał, że bardzo go interesują. Dla świętego spokoju.  

— Myślę, że powinieneś do niej zadzwonić. — Głos Tetsuyi był cichy, ale dotarł do jego uszu.  

Nie odpowiedział. Czuł się, jakby słuchał swojego sumienia. Prawda była taka, że oglądał cały mecz [Reader]. Wysłał jej też gratulacyjnego sms-a, ale to było prawie nic. Szczególnie, że odkąd poszli do liceów, widzieli się tylko kilka razy i zwykle przypadkiem. Oprócz tego składali sobie życzenia z okazji świąt. Na tym stała teraz ich znajomość. Z jego winy. Dziewczyna kilka razy podejmowała próby odnowienia przyjaźni, ale koszykówka wciąż stała między nimi niczym niewidzialny mur. Choć o niej nie rozmawiali, zajmowała tak dużą część ich żyć, że stawało się to ciężarem. Trudno było ją omijać. W dodatku już nie mogli spędzać razem treningów jak dawniej.  

— Nie odbierze — stwierdził Aomine.  

W końcu pewnie teraz świętowała z resztą drużyny. Należało im się.  Ale czy na pewno by go odrzuciła?  Nie był wcale aż tak pewny swoich słów.  

— Myślę, że się mylisz. — Kuroko nie na darmo był nazywany Graczem Widmo. Wyrósł tuż obok niego, gdy wcale się go nie spodziewał. Mimowolnie się wzdrygnął.  Może jednak po części był duchem?  

— Co ty robisz? — spytał Daiki, widząc, jak szybko klika coś na telefonie.  

Przyjaciel podsunął mu ekran pod nos. Wybrał jej numer. Ikonka kontaktu mrugała szybko i jasno.  

— Rozłącz się! — Aomine ogarnęła panika.  

Otrzymał tylko pokręcenie głową. Zaraz potem telefon został mu wepchnięty w dłoń. Już miał wcisnąć czerwoną słuchawkę, gdy jego ręka zamarła kilka centymetrów przed celem. Nie potrafił tego zrobić. Szczególnie nie po tym, gdy z głośnika rozległo się głośne:  

— Halo? Kuroko-kun?  

Tak bardzo stęsknił się za jej głosem. Nie przeszkadzało mu, że w tle przebijały się jakieś szumy, trzaski i toasty. Pewnie żeńska część Shūtoku cieszyła się ze swojej wygranej. Liczyło się, że ona tam była.  

Minęła chwila nim się otrząsnął.  

— Tu Aomine.  

— Hej, czemu dzwonisz z telefonu Tetsu? Coś się stało? Cicho, dziewczyny. Nic nie słyszę. — Próbowała bezskutecznie zmniejszyć ilość dźwięków zakłócających rozmowę.  

— Nie, z Tetsu wszystko w porządku… — uspokoił ją chłopak. — Dzwonię, bo… dzwonię, żeby ci pogratulować.  

Wziął głęboki wdech.  Od kiedy się bał?  A już szczególnie jej. Powinien po prostu powiedzieć to, co od dawna chciał, ale na co brakowało mu odwagi.  

W myślach przeklął przyjaciela. Zawsze w końcu wychodziło na to, że miał rację.  

— Wiem, widziałam twoją wiadomość. Nawet ci odpisałam. — Dziewczyna zaśmiała się cicho.  

— To nie koniec… dzwonię, żeby przeprosić. Za wszystko… Zrobię to lepiej, kiedy znowu się spotkamy… I chcę powiedzieć, że jeśli dalej masz ochotę kiedyś ze mną zagrać, to jestem gotowy.  

Na moment po drugiej stronie słychać było jedynie odgłosy z tła. Nie był już pewny, czy dobrze postąpił.  Może trzeba było użyć innych słów? Albo zrobić to w lepszym momencie?  Serce waliło mu niczym młot. Zdenerwował się do tego stopnia, że wstrzymał oddech.  

— Jesteś może teraz na boisku? — Pytanie całkowicie zbiło go z tropu.  

— Tak, przed stadionem — potwierdził Daiki, nie rozumiejąc, do czego zmierza.  

— Lepiej, żebyś był w formie. Zamierzam wygrać! Widzimy się za dwadzieścia minut. — Z tymi słowami rozłączyła się.  

Aomine spoglądał na telefon, czując, jak na jego twarz kolejny raz tego dnia wstępuje uśmiech. Już wiedział, że to będzie dobry mecz...  

[vespersposts]

Babe

We all know that Daiki hates vegetables, but if you're the one cooking them, that's okay too. 🍅🥦🥕

For this story, I wanted to play a little bit with the theme of expressing your feelings: some people are naturally inclined to share their thoughts, and some people struggle a little bit more, and maybe Valentine's Day is a good opportunity to take an extra step. 💙

I hope you enjoy it,

Vesper

You have known each other for a long time, but sometimes you still wonder what’s going on in his head.

Especially when he is so quiet and silent. 

Today, however, the situation is worse than usual, as he has even offered to help you with the houseworks, without specifying the details of his reward. 

The main event is to clean up the black hole he calls the 'drawer of my basketball stuff'. 

Daiki's not messy, he's just lazy: he doesn't take the trouble to fold his shirts, uniforms, shorts or hang up his socks but he gets upset when he can't find what he wants to wear, especially if it's for practice or a game. He will chase you around the house yelping like a hungry puppy until you, exhausted by his complaints, plunge your magical hands into that pandemonium of technical clothing and pull out what he wants; each time arousing his amazement and unleashing an exaggerated gratitude that is both sincere and mischievous.

But today is different.

You can tell by the way he follows your instructions without distraction, you can see it in the way he meticulously folds his clothes and places his terry socks in the compartments. He doesn't complain, he doesn't find an excuse to go for his phone, he doesn’t try to lift you and throw you on the bed, claiming a sudden dizziness because of the little attention you're giving him.

He behaves well, very well, that's why you have mixed feelings. 

"Are you in the mood for something different for dinner tonight ?" you ask, turning your eyes to his, busy trying to figure out if the arm bands he holds in his hands are the same colour or not.

"Your choice babe, I'm up for anything!" he replies with a smile.

"Veggie burgers and mashed potatoes?" you offer, aware of the avalanche of complaints that will soon overwhelm you. Veggies are a forbidden, dark spell in his vocabulary, especially since it was your revelation that chips are not real food, let alone vegetables.

Daiki blinks and returns your hug, running his big hand down your back before leaning in for a chaste, lip-smacking kiss.

" All right babe, gonna eat veggies if it makes you happy ! " he sighs, shrugging his shoulders in a surrender that is as easy as it is suspicious.

You tie your hair up in a ponytail, wash your hands, open the big fridge in the kitchen, arrange carrots, celery, onions, cabbage and shiitake mushrooms on the chopping board and sigh. From the kitchen window, your gaze falls on the pedestrian street where, under the yellowish light of street lamps, you see many people enjoying the cold, clear evening. They walk slowly, hand in hand, flowers and presents swinging from their arms. Some are posing romantically in front of the large maple tree, others are exchanging shy glances, while scattered singles are looking around nervously, sure that someone exciting, their beloved maybe, will suddenly appear around the corner. All that love frenzy for no apparent reason, as if Cupid himself was shooting arrows at them or there was a virulent epidemic of romance in the air.

Only then you realise what a day it is,above all you realise that you have not prepared or bought anything for him. Valentine's day was about to slip through your fingers, caught up as you were running from one end of your life to the other, trying to carve out a few hours just for the two of you. Hours you wasted cleaning your house, teaching him the useless art of folding clothes and matching socks, instead of celebrating what you achieved in your relationship. You should have told him how happy you were to turn your head and find him beside you, buy a sweet treat to share, or at least dress in something nicer than an old cartoon hoodie and leggings. Small signs of care, so unusual to someone as independent as you, but that instead came so easy from him, who isn't the best at speeches, but who affirms his feelings every day through small gestures addressed to you and you only.

You look at the ceramic bowl full of the tangerines he peeled without even asking, because he knows how much you like them; but he also knows how much the smell of orange oil on your fingers annoys you. You touch their firm slices, the white veins, the cold white surface of the bowl, lost in your thought until you sense his figure behind your back. You feel the warmth of his large frame, the good smell of his skin, his strong arms sliding around your waist, his chin resting on your head, his hands lazily caressing your womb and hips until he feels you relax against his chest.

" I forgot it’s Valentine's day" you admit, earning an amused chuckle behind your shoulders "It just slipped off my mind" you repeat, almost horrified at your own alleged negligence.

" Are you apologising for forgetting a sappy commercial festivity ?" the boy's voice adds ironically, then closes his lips on your head, on your temple, turning you gently around to look into his eyes to put your guilt at rest for good “Who cares, babe” he concludes, caressing your nape with his long fingers .

"I'm so sorry, Daiki, I didn't mean to" you confess, lowering your eyes and feeling your body wrapped by his broad shoulders, his arms holding you tightly, his nose bumping into yours just to give you a fleeting eye contact before closing your mouth with his, chasing away those bitter, meaningless words. You feel his warm hand on the back of your spine, his knee slipping mischievously between your legs, his lips leaving yours only for the time of those words. 

"Let me make it simple: as long as I have you, fuck Valentine's Day! " he exclaims, shifting the attention of his incredible eyes from yours to a spot on your neck which he first rubs with his thumb and then closes between his lips, determined to give you an everlasting memory of the night. You try to answer, but all he wants is to know that you will give in. You feel your body go soft, almost liquid, under the touch of his fingers. You call his name and he moans in response, pressing you against the kitchen counter, stopping his love attack as breathless words escape your lips: "I love you with all my heart". 

You can almost feel him shiver, you can see him blink, his eyes get a little moist and he looks at you with genuine astonishment, for you are rarely so brave in expressing your feelings. He smiles at you and brings his lips to yours for a second, enjoying yet another provocation he can't seem to let go of. "That’s quite a gift, babe, let me return the favour " he adds, making you sit down on the kitchen counter to thank you, peppering your smiling face with little kisses until you, bothered by all the senseless sweetness, push him away with a gentle shove.

"You’re so annoying! " you giggle, as you get some more kisses and a new set of teases. “But still, you love me with all your heart!” he fondly corrects you, caressing your cheek with his long fingers, bringing his lips close to your earlobe, never taking his mischievous gaze from your eyes. 

“I definitely do” you nod, eliciting an amused look. 

You bend your head towards him, letting your cheekbone rest against his skin, breathing his breath, tightening your lips, preparing yourself for the most sensual of offers, which is not long in coming.

[mramur]

happy pride for my oc (especially mona for being the first lesbian oc and first oc i created when i realized i am one of the queer peep) which im too tired to draw rn.

[flowerwrites06]

forest bride — myg

FOREST BRIDE | Min Yoongi | Oneshot | Requested by Anon

Original Request: hii i would like to request an arranged marriage au that turned out as a healthy relationship, unlike where oc came from y'know family full of mistreatment and favoritism. any member is fine! thank u! Plot: The business transaction of a marriage between two previous warring clans takes an unexpected turn. Pairing: Yoongi x OC (Name: Kiku) Genre: Historical Inspired | Arranged Marriage Rating: 18+ Word Count: 8.9k Warnings: emotionally distanced family dynamics, emotional abuse and bullying from family members, minor character death (mentioned), angst, explicit sexual content (unprotected, gentle). Author's Note: This was soo much fun to do! I hope you like reading it as much as I loved writing it! Thank you to the anon who requested this <3

Kiku was a quiet daughter amongst children of four in the Moon Clan. She was in the middle of the line of birth, often keeping to herself while her father doted on her brothers and her mother babied Hanaka, her sister. Kaito, the oldest son of their family, was the only person who ever paid attention Kiku.

He taught her how to play the Koto when they were younger. The soft plucking of strings were the only sounds she made in her household. Her mother, Keiko complimented the sound with the assumption that it was Hanaka. When Kaito explained that it was Kiku, their mother pointed the lack of precision at the ends of each verse.

Kiku felt safe and comforted under the wing of Kaito.

But fate had other plans.

Kaito grew sick after a hunting wound turned gangrenous and the winter only worsened his condition. When he passed, Kiku felt the searing and back-breaking weight of her family's scrutiny.

Suddenly she was no longer Kaito's companion. She was a mouth they didn't want to feed.

On the fresh cusp of spring, her parents unceremoniously announced her arrangement to marry the chief of the Onyx clan. Their rival.

"Kaito said they were dangerous," Kiku said as she knelt on the ground of their main living area. Her parents stared down at her while Hanaka and their younger brother Haruki sat on the cushioned mat.

"Kaito isn't here. Don't name him when we haven't finished mourning, stupid girl," Keiko spoke through gritted teeth.

"You will marry Chief Min Yoongi and give this family an important alliance," Daiki said with a finality to his tone.

The Onyx Clan was notorious for raiding other clans, enslaving their high-born families and treating any foreign spouses like dirt. Preventing them from causing any problems in the Moon Clan was to keep them at bay with something that they didn't think was a risk.

Keiko would never send Hanaka to a place like that. Perhaps Kiku was prepared specifically for this very alliance, forcing themselves not to love her so they could make a difficult decision. Perhaps that was just her own heart trying to find a glimpse of love in a place that had none for her since the beginning.

Kiku lowered her head in a solemn acceptance, her dress still black and her heart still raw from mourning the only family member who loved her. "I will do as you wish."

-

The wedding flourished during a misty, cold morning just at the skirts of dawn where purple kissed the edges of the mountains. Kiku wore a white dress of pretty silk, embroidered in both ivory and crimson thread as if the cloth bled. A white veil laid over her head giving the world around her more of a misty vision.

They held the wedding in the central border between the Moon and Onyx Clan. There was a gentle plain where it was decorated with flowers, divided with wood and a tea set prepared on a small wooden table. Her father walked her over to the table.

Kiku forced herself not to look at her groom just yet. Instead staring at the teapot in front of them, spouting a plume of steam with the faint hint of jasmine and honey in her nose. Tea ceremonies during weddings were a common tradition amongst both clans. Thankfully, it was a tea that Kiku enjoyed but the symbol of it dawned on her like a heavy weight on her back.

Sharing tea with a man outside her family was a sign that she was now connected to him. Bonded to him. A man that Kiku hadn't even looked at yet. So she gained some bravery within herself and stared up.

Min Yoongi wasn't a large man but he was taller than her. In this vulnerable state, he looked like a looming statue. It wasn't necessarily his stature but his presence that created weight. His black eyes pierced deeply into her as if peeling off layers of every protective sense she had of herself.

A deep scar ran down his eye, making it a little greyer than the left eye. His lips were pursed and a little pink while his pitch black hair was long to the nape. Short hair was often a sign of a deadly warrior. Someone who killed many without mercy and had little honour. At least that was what her parents told her.

The esteemed monk stepped to the front of the altar and began to recite ancient chants of a bonding ritual. Kiku tried to focus on the words but she couldn't stop keeping Yoongi's gaze. His eyes softened just then when she wasn't loosening her gaze either. As if he was waiting for her to look at him.

For a brief moment, Kiku noticed something gentle behind that demeanour. Or perhaps it was yet again her mind tricking her into feeling something positive when her world was turning upside down and she couldn't do anything about it. Yoongi glanced briefly over to the monk as they stepped to the table.

He waved his hands as he spoke his chants before gesturing to a young boy.

It was the father's duty to pour the tea. So Daiki poured it with a solemn face, almost bored. The waft of jasmine and honey coated her nose, giving her some comfort.

The groom shared his tea with the bride first. Yoongi's hands were veined heavily as if he were training in the dark hours of the morning before coming here. He reached out carefully, slow enough so Kiku didn't feel shocked. He pulled at the fabric and revealed her face, the cold morning breeze kissing her heated up skin.

Yoongi picked the tea cup, softly placing the brim of the cup to her lips.

Kiku kept her eyes on him right until she felt the warm honey touch of the tea on her tongue. She slowly pressed her lips together as he pulled the cup away. Just as Yoongi's cup clinked down, she picked up her own cup.

Yoongi lowered his head a little, making it easy to her to gently tip the cup. He took a sip, his throat bobbed up and down before she placed it back on the table.

The ceremony had been sealed. Even as Kiku foolishly tried to look back and say goodbye to her family, her mother was already fixing Hanaka's hair and her father continued speaking to Haruki. Niether of them gave any indication that they wished for a goodbye so Kiku turned back without a word.

Yoongi held her hand, just barely brushing at first to ensure Kiku would respond.

Kiku curled her fingers around his, allowing him to fully intertwine together before making way to the horses.

Yoongi clasped her waist, pushing her up to sit on the horse. Then he sat behind her, grabbing the reins as the scent of rain wafted in Kiku's nose.

The air turned wet to the touch and she noticed the darkened splotches on the tree bark of a soft drizzle slowly turning to gentle rain.

"Are you sure you don't want to speak to them?" Yoongi uttered his first question as her husband and Kiku wasn't sure how to respond or feel.

Kiku glanced briefly at her family, seeing Haruki rubbing his brow in boredom while her mother was still having a conversation with Hanaka, touching her chin. Still none of them tried to look her away. "It's alright."

Yoongi didn't order the horse to move for a few minutes before a small hum vibrated through his chest, tingling her back. "Very well," he said. He made a clicking noise and the horse began to gallop at a steady pace.

The forest that was considered Moon Clan's territory was an identical stream of teal leaved trees and small wildflowers, clustered amongst light brown mushrooms and wet lands. Kiku enjoyed walking through them purely because it was peace outside of her household.

However, Onyx Clan's territory harboured something so different that it almost felt magical. There were still those collections of teal leaved trees that wafted a sweet scent. Other than that, she saw patches of yellow and pink flowers, flat mushrooms that blushed at the edges and pretty deep green vines that wrapped around dark tree bark.

The sun began peeking a sharp light at the edge of the mountains, making the distant rivers look like melted gold.

The Onyx Clan itself was a beautiful village, with calmly sleeping cows and horses in their stables. Night food stalls open for business as families were out to eat chilli noodles and honeycomb candy. Moon Clan was so used to clean diets and fresh fish that the deep, spiced notes of the stalls overwhelmed Kiku, reminding her even more than she wasn't in her old household anymore.

People of the Onyx Clan gave way when they noticed Yoongi riding into the village. Their faces filled with smiles and excited whispers as they noticed her white dress. A little girl waved shyly at her.

Kiku hesitated but waved back with a faint smile.

As they arrived to the main cluster of houses for the high-born Min family, Kiku saw a group of people waiting for them.

Yoongi jumped off the house with a thud before gently holding onto Kiku again and helping her onto the ground as well. A small set of stairs led up to the cluster of houses.

When they reached, the older woman in centre gave a kind smile. By the way she was dressed in a beautiful silk kimono and the way Yoongi bowed low when seeing her, Kiku knew she was the matriarch of the family. Seeing so much kindness after her grief was something Kiku hadn't prepared herself to expect. So for a moment, she felt lost and unable to respond. She managed to give a wide enough smile.

"Bloody hell, Yoongi, you scared the shit out of her," a young woman from the side chuckled. Not in mockery but just jovial nature.

"Yun," the older woman reprimanded with a serious expression. "Manners." She turned back to Kiku with a smile. "Sorry, my dear, I understand you're in a new place. And our clans haven't had the best relationship but you are family now." She reached out and touched her hand.

Kiku could've been moved to tears at a warm mother's touch but she kept herself strong.

"My name is Hwayoung," she said. "These are my daughters Nari and Yun. I have a son named Yeong but he's away on a trip and will return tomorrow."

Kiku nodded. "It's lovely to meet you."

Hwayoung's flickered to Yoongi. "Let's have dinner and then you both can go rest."

After their dinner concluded and Kiku's belly was warm, they convened back to their bed chambers.

Kiku was given night dresses and also new clothes for the next few days. Especially since her family didn't give her any dress to take except for one.

For a while, the room was left empty with just Kiku watching the fire flicker before skimming through the books laid upon the mantle. It was mostly war and history stories along with some manuals on mastering the sword. Kiku wished she had some books on the Koto to play and fill her days that didn't have to do with having Yoongi's children. But she wasn't sure.

Hwayoung and Yoongi's sisters seemed nice enough but there was no way of telling whether it was a momentary ruse. After all, they couldn't be rude to her in front of everyone. Although a part of Kiku wanted to believe that their kind faces were genuine.

The door then clicked open. Yoongi walked through, wearing a relaxed black silk shirt and his hair tousled as if he had just taken a bath. He closed the door behind him, expression taken aback for a moment as if he hadn't expected someone in his bed chambers before softening.

"Do you have everything you need?" Yoongi asked.

"Yes, thank you." Kiku walked forward to him as he sat at the edge of the bed. She didn't say anything yet but Yoongi's throat bobbed up and down.

Stammering, he said. "We can just sleep."

Kiku blinked curiously. Of all the things she expected, this wasn't one of them. It was relieving that he was kind but to completely let her adjust to the new place was not on the list of expectation. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," Yoongi said, keeping his eyes on her. "It's been a long day. We should both rest."

Kiku intertwined her fingers together and nodded, feeling a strange warmth in her chest. "Alright. Good night."

-

In the morning, Kiku awoke to an empty space in her bed. When one of the maidservants entered to serve her, she explained that Yoongi went out to train early in the morning just before breakfast to keep him awake.

Kiku hoped she didn't look scared to deter him into performing any marital duties. Perhaps throughout the day, she could try to comfort him. She knew what she was getting into.

After taking a warm bath with the maidservant being surprisingly gentle and kind, Kiku was called into breakfast by Hwayoung.

The Min family gathered under a gazebo structure made from black wood. It was round and the food laid out smelled like home in a place that hadn't been her home for a full day yet. Baked fish, soups, rice, fruits for sweetness. It was a spread for something that usually rushed in her family. Or at least Kiku would have to eat quickly.

Kiku sat down next to Yoongi while Yun and Nari continued on their conversation. Yoongi's brother, Yeong came in from his trip and he looked a softer compared to his older brother and smiled often. Usually making jokes with his mother.

Yoongi ate fish and seemed to prefer the soups over rice.

While the others were deep in their conversation, Kiku leaned in slightly. "How was training?" she asked.

Yoongi looked up, again a little shocked but quickly softened. "It was good."

"Yoongi gets quite sore after his training, Kiku," Yun said with a small smirk. "Maybe later in the afternoon, you should give him a massage. Lord knows he needs a good one."

Yoongi glared for a moment but Kiku found it endearing.

"Yun," Hwayoung reprimanded but with a playful air this time rather than the disciplinary one of last night. "Kiku should not be forced to do anything she doesn't want to."

Kiku stammered. "I'm alright with it. I used to give shoulder massages to my brother all the time."

Yoongi cleared his throat. "It's really alright." He nodded.

Kiku smiled politely, lowering her head.

"Perhaps Kiku should come spend the day with us since brother insists on being boring," Yun said.

"I am new here," Kiku said.

"A tour then," Nari said.

Hwayoung perked up. "You can take her down to the markets and get some silks or jewellery. There's lots of music playing there too."

Kiku blinked curiously. "Would there be any Koto players?"

"You like the Koto?" Hwayoung asked.

"My brother taught me how to play." Kiku's heart clenched at the mention of him again. It had been so lovely to be in a place like this. How nice would it have been if their family all spoke so easily to one another.

"That's sweet. How is your brother now?"

"He's passed away," Kiku said.

"I'm sorry, my dear." Hwayoung's eyes turned sad. Both of empathy for her but something else. "I lost my husband a while ago as well. I understand it can feel empty." The table turned quiet for a few moments to remember their father

"Thank you." Kiku's words were simple but Hwayoung didn't fully realise just how much comforting words directed at her. Like a warm, tight hug that she could cry into.

-

Kiku spent her time walking around with Yun and Nari as they explained all the ins and outs of the clan's main village. They had three smaller towns that used the same supplies and answered to Yoongi as Chief but this was the clan that Yoongi's ancestors had built and it was beautiful.

Nari took her to the bookshop and silk store. Kiku bought herself a pretty purple silk dress while also getting books on poetry that she used to enjoy listening to. A poetess would visit their clan when they were younger and Kaito would work in the shadow puppet shows to re-enact them.

It was one of the few things Kiku was allowed to watch with the family while helping Kaito work with the puppets.

Then they went to the food stalls. Kiku ate spicy dumpling noodles with mushrooms foraged from the forest. Apparently they helped with childbearing as the old woman stated, clearly knowing that it was going to be her who bears the next Chief. Kiku hadn't quite let that sink in but even when she did think about it, it wasn't a horrible thought.

Kiku, Yun and Nari then made their way to the training grounds once their bellies were full and their cheeks hurt from laughing. Kiku hadn't laughed or smiled like this since Kaito made jokes to cheer her up. While they did bicker, Yun and Nari seemed like they were close and loving to one another.

Kiku wondered if Hanaka and her would have ever been like that if their mother didn't get involved so much.

At the centre of the training grounds, Kiku saw Yoongi training with his younger brother Yeong. He spoke instructions for Yeong to follow, keeping one hand behind his back as if to hinder himself from making any strong moves. Yeong kept his hands tight on the hilt of the sword, swinging right against Yoongi's parries as the clang of steel whistled in the air.

Kiku found herself seeing the concentrated scrunch of his dark brows, sharp jawline a little clenched as he parried another attack. His black hair was tied back with chunks of it falling over the frame of his face. "He does this every morning."

Yun hummed. "You like what you see?"

Kiku cleared her throat. "It's nice he's teaching his brother."

"Yeong should focus on his studies too but he keeps running to brother for more training," Nari said. "Yoongi never refuses. He likes training for no reason."

"Ever since father died, brother trains constantly. There's no war but he always says there might be danger," Yun said. "Even with your alliance, he's still weary." Nari quickly nudged her arm and for the first time, Yun felt a little uncomfortable.

Kiku pursed her lips together. She wondered if Yoongi was suspicious that her father would run an attack on them regardless of their alliance. While Kiku was a small risk to lose in the family, her father still may break the deal. She had little trust in her father and wouldn't be surprised if he wishes to prove some kind of point.

As she shifted in and out of her thoughts, Kiku saw Yoongi turn to notice them watching. Notice her watching. Kiku tried to look down at the wrapped silk dress in her arms, hoping it wouldn't look too suspicious. Yoongi turned to tell Yeong to take a break before making his way over to Kiku.

"Looks like your husband wishes to speak to you." Yun smirked, returning to her demeanour as if nothing happened. She pushed Nari towards Yeong to speak to him instead.

Yoongi raised his brow as his sisters rushed away. Beads of sweat had formed on his hairline as he met Kiku's gaze. "They didn't bother you too much?"

Kiku was shocked by what sounded like a genuine question. "No. They were lovely. They showed me around the main town."

"I can see that," Yoongi said before giving his sword away to a servant. "Come with me."

Kiku nodded and followed him out of the training grounds.

They moved from the training grounds back into the cluster of houses where the Min family resided. Yoongi escorted her to their personal house and Kiku wondered whether Yoongi wanted to pursue their marital duties now that he was given time.

It was strange but Kiku's heart pounded not quite out of fear or worry. It was simply curiosity and perhaps even a little excitement. Everything Yoongi had done so far was give her comfort.

As they entered the main house, a beautiful polished Koto stood in the living area.

Kiku's breath caught in her throat as she looked at the Koto which had beautiful ivory finishes and a soft chair to sit on while playing. "Is this for me?" she asked in a low tone.

"You said you used to play Koto. I figured you'd like to play in your free time," Yoongi said. "Your parents didn't pack much for your trip." He shrugged.

Kiku's lips parted as she reached out and touched the Koto. Memories of playing with her brother and learning every note with him burst in her like sweetness. Tears formed a thin gloss on her eyes, as she took a deep breath.

"Is it alright?" Yoongi asked.

"It's perfect," Kiku said. She turned and smiled. "Thank you. You didn't need to do that."

"It was nothing," Yoongi said. "It's your home now too."

Kiku nodded as her heart swelled.

"Also if my mother starts giving you too many lessons, I can get you a secret room."

Kiku let out a small chuckle. "It's okay. I'd like a lesson."

Yoongi pressed his lips together, a hint of a soft smile forming on his features which only made Kiku's heart warm.

-

Kiku's time in the Onyx Clan was far more pleasant and loving than she ever expected. Before she even realised, four months had passed. Kiku spent days with Yun and Nari, had meals with Hwayoung and then spent a quiet night with Yoongi. It was still innocent between the two of them but she enjoyed those quiet moments sharing things about their day. Yoongi still didn't speak on any personal things and Kiku didn't want to pry on how he got the scar on his eye or about his father's death. But it was still nice.

Kiku nearly forgot that she had another life prior to these few months. It was only when her younger brother, Haruki came to visit the clan. Discomfort returned to her chest, aching and making her twitch. She barely spoke to Haruki and every time they had a conversation, it was malicious. Haruki found joy in insulting her and demanding her to do things as a way to mimic their father.

Kiku reminded herself that she wasn't in that place anymore. This was her home too. She wore her new purple silk dress and pinned her hair up while the servants prepared a tea set on the floor table.

Haruki entered the private house as escorted by the servants. A childish grimace on his face as always but his chest puffed to look like father.

Kiku kept sited at the table.

Haruki stood over her for a few moments as if waiting for her to stand. "You wouldn't bother to see your brother at the border."

"You've come at a busy hour," Kiku said. Truthfully, she wanted to be in the warm comfort of her home to breathe easy and hide her shaking fingers. "What did you need?"

Haruki scoffed and sat down, tapping the side of the teacup. "Father's dead."

Kiku had little love for her father but she still sit in a moment of silence, unable to know what do with the news. "What happened?"

"We need more supplies," Haruki said, ignoring her question.

It was courtesy anyway so she didn't ask again. "The Moon clan has spare granaries for those occasions."

"We have an alliance." Haruki eyed her up and down. "I'd expect you to tend to it since you're clearly not tending to any children."

"What happened to the granaries, Haruki?" Kiku asked, emphasising his name.

Haruki pursed her lips, keeping his eyes on her gaze and waiting for her to look down. When she didn't, Haruki's face twitched. "We'd been using it."

"For what?"

"That's none of your concern," Haruki said.

"So not emergencies then," Kiku said.

"You can't speak to me that way." Haruki chuckled bitterly.

"I'm the Lady of this territory and your older sister, I can speak to you in whatever tone is necessary." Kiku narrowed her gaze. "What happened?"

Haruki tightened his jaw like a stubborn child. "We'd been taking from it for the banquets. Father and mother celebrated a lot because you were gone."

"And after brother's death," Kiku said.

"Don't talk about brother."

"He was my brother too. More a brother than you ever were."

Poison laced in his voice. "Kaito spent time with you because he felt bad for you. You were this pathetic thing crouching around everywhere. The only time people said anything nice about you was in order to fuck you. Don't pretend you were someone special to him or Yoongi." Haruki gestured to the door. "He's not even willing to put a baby in you." He chuckled.

"I don't appreciate being spoken for, Chief Min," Yoongi's deep voice shook through the room.

Haruki turned his head, expression turning sour.

Yoongi walked into the house, shadows forming harsh lines on his face as something dark flashes across his expression. For a moment, he looked like the exact nightmarish image of what the Moon clan thought of the Min family. Even barefooted steps added a heavy echo in the air that it sent chills down her own spine despite the fact she knew this demeanour wasn't for her intimidation. "You can have your supplies at the border."

Haruki deflated as if letting out a sigh of relief. "I should've gone to you first then, Chief. It seems I expected too much of my silly sister." He gave a triumphant smile to her.

"Of course, she made the mistake of thinking you were far too competent." Yoongi intertwined his fingers together, veined and hardened from training.

Haruki's expression turned again, cheeks reddening. "Excuse me?"

"Don't worry, I won't make that mistake." The corner of his mouth quirked up. "Perhaps we'll have a charity basket at the border."

Haruki stood to his feet quickly, shaking and trembling like a little boy. "You go too far."

"Do I? Because it seems as if you've come here asking for more than the agreed alliance and proceeding to disrespect my wife," Yoongi said. "The way I see it, giving you a charity basket is more mercy than you deserve currently. I suggest you take it quietly."

Haruki had all the inflated confidence their parents bloated into him from childhood. If he was even the slightest bit stupider, he would speak and in a brief second of that stupidity, he almost did. But then he glared at Kiku. "You'd let him talk to your family like that?"

Anger spread through her chest. Now he wanted to be family, when it benefited him. "If only you were true family then perhaps not."

Haruki grimaced, giving a softer glare to Yoongi before turning on his heel and stomping out of the house.

Kiku let out a deep, shaky breath as her spine began to ache from the tension. She closed her eyes and tried to catch her calm again, taking the scent of wood and warmth in her comfortable home. She heard Yoongi moving until she heard his hum right at her ear.

"Quite the unpleasant family you have," Yoongi mused.

Kiku couldn't help but let out a small, saddened chuckle. "Kaito was the only good one."

Yoongi turned and sat down next to her, shoulders pressed.

The heaviness gave Kiku a wave of comfort like the way his breath hit the back of his neck when they slept.

"If he comes again, I'll ask the guards to delegate him to me or my mother," Yoongi said. "There's no need for you to speak to them if you don't want to."

"You won't be burdened by them?" Kiku asked, turning her head and finding his face incredibly close.

"No one should speak like that to you especially not in our own house." Yoongi waved his hand.

Kiku smiled as her heart burst into little butterflies, creating a lump in her throat. She leaned in and pressed a small kiss on his cheek.

Yoongi turned his head just as Kiku was pulling away, their noses brushed against each other. Dark eyes pierced into her, keeping her still in her position even though her body ached for how close they were. Yoongi kissed her lips, shyly at first to help her adjust to the action.

The tantalizing warmth that passed through Kiku pushed her to lean into the kiss, cupping his cheek. Yoongi's hands held onto her lower back pulling her close until she was pressed flush against his chest.

His lips were hot against hers, keeping his grip on her firm but so soft and gentle. Yoongi only broke the kiss for a moment as Kiku caught a deep breath before pressing her lips again. She gripped onto the fabric of his shirt until Yoongi pulled her enough for her to straddle him completely.

Yoongi held her face in his hand, pausing their kiss again to move his lips down to her neck and jawline. Every ache that she felt from her encounter with Haruki melted away at his touch. He pulled at the pins of her hair, letting it fall down the trail of her back. His fingers traced the length of her spine, making her shiver. Tongue grazed over the soft spot on her neck as her hips began to sway against his own.

Yoongi let out a small groan, lifting his head up. His chest heaved in desperation, gripping onto her hair and keeping their foreheads pressed together.

Kiku reached in again but Yoongi kept her in place.

"Are you sure?" Yoongi asked in a rasped voice that made her tremble.

Kiku nodded. "I'm sure." She reached in and kissed him again, deeper and pleading to ensure he knew this was what she wanted.

But a knock on the door startled them.

Yoongi let out a small, frustrated sigh. "What is it?" he asked.

Kiku got off his lap slowly with a clear of her throat, trying to fix her hair as the door opened to a servant.

"Sorry, sire. Your mother needs your audience for something." The servant kept their head bowed as if already knowing the position he could've caught them in.

Yoongi turned and gave Kiku a soft look.

Kiku gave a reassuring smile, patting his arm before he got to his feet and walked away. Leaving her heart pounding manically.

-

Another week passed since their kiss. Yoongi wasn't distant necessarily but it did feel like nothing changed. Kiku wondered perhaps he didn't enjoy it. He was the Chief and had many choices of his own. Kiku was an alliance marriage. Any affection that they developed may have just been a spur of the moment as they lived under the same roof. Despite all the explanations she's made in her head, it still twinged something in Kiku. With the kindness received from Yoongis family, she imagined that something would be wrong. She traded a kinder family for a husband that didn't quite enjoy her affection. She'd take it though.

This morning, the family sat around the table for breakfast. Yoongi gave her a glance here and there but it was still distant. Kiku tried to smile back but he immediately looked away.

"So Kiku has been immensely calm these past few days," Yun said, a smirk playing on her lips. "Ma says it's often a sign of...something on the way." Her eyes flickered down to gesture to her stomach.

Kiku's cheeks burned, stammering. "No, it's not that." She shook her head. "I had my bleeding." She couldn't quite hide the slight disappointment in her tone. Kiku never thought about children especially with the experiences she had with her own family. But something about the silence from Yoongi made grasp at unnecessary desires of children or anything to melt off the ice between them.

Yun hummed, pouting. "That's a shame, I wanted nieces and nephews." She poked at her food, the light breeze making strands of her dark hair dance.

"Don't pressure them," Nari said, her tone serious. "They need to be relaxed when they do it."

"Girls, quiet." Hwayoung narrowed her gaze, letting out a defeated sigh. "Don't listen to them." She smiled. "These things take time."

Yoongi stayed silent and Kiku herself couldn't find anything to say but give a reassuring smile. Even though she worried Yoongi won't come near her a second time.

-

Kiku played her Koto in the afternoon while Yoongi was out supervising the patrol. Usually it would take him till evening to come back. But today he came in early, stomping and breathing out with frustration. A strange sight from someone who was so calm. Raven black hair glistened from sweat, patches of dust latched onto his skin and his jaw terribly tightened as if it might make break his teeth.

Strangely enough, it was relieving to see some emotion in Yoongi after all the distance. Kiku stood from the Koto. "What's wrong?" She asked gently.

"Your damn brother," he seethed. "His men attacked one of my scouts." Yoongi poured water into a goblet and chugged it.

Kiku's heart dropped. "What?"

"Apparently they'd been disturbing the peace. But they didn't plan for me to come." His scar looked deeper and darker when he was angry. "Mother was weary about them for a while but I didn't think they'd stoop to petty little violence."

Kiku lowered her head, almost in shame. Even though she felt more connected to Yoongi's family, her name and identity was still attached to the people she grew up with. It was embarrassing seeing others witness the pettiness that she endured her whole life. The same pettiness that Kaito hated. "I'm sorry," she said.

Yoongi stilled for a moment, dark brows furrowed as he turned to Kiku. "Why're you apologizing?"

Kiku stammered. "It's my family. They're like this, our parents made you all seem like monsters and Haruki would do anything to make himself feel like father would be proud." She shook her head.

"Well, that's their mistake, not yours." Yoongi spoke under her breath but Kiku clung to every word and kept it close to her chest.

She reached out and touched his arm. "Is there anything I can do?"

Yoongi stared at her deeply and so long that Kiku felt like layers of her soul were being peeled. Then he broke the gaze and tried to walk back to their bedroom. "No, it's okay."

Kiku's stomach clenched as once again, the ice began to form. But this time she wasn't going relent quietly. "Yoongi, you don't have to protect my feelings. If this is too much of a burden to you then I can leave."

Yoongi stopped, looking over his shoulder to her. The expression on his face, harsh. "What?"

Kiku dug her nails into her palms to give herself some form of strength. "I can handle my family, I've lived with them my whole life. But...I don't want you to be married to someone you don't truly want."

Yoongi's throat bobbed up and down. "Is that what you think?"

"I don't know," she spoke honestly. "I just know that you became distant after what happened and I—I'm unsure."

Yoongi fully turned his body around, stepping closer. "If you're unsure, then you talk to me."

"I can't speak my wishes so easily." Kiku's voice lowered as he moved closer until she could catch wafts of the forest from him. "It's not something I'm used to."

Yoongi's expression softened. He rubbed in between his brows. "I'm a little too used to my family just saying what they think." He looked up to her. "I'm sorry. I should've checked on you."

Kiki's stomach felt warm. staying silent for a moment just to ensure what she heard was right. Then she spoke in a small voice. "It's okay."

Yoongi took her hand in his, intertwining their fingers together turning her world into a burst of stars. "I will not make you go back to that place again." He muttered. "I want you here."

"You want me here?" She asked again, just to hear him say it so it could echo inside her whenever darker voices grew too loud.

"Right here. With me." Yoongi tightened his hold. "Will you do that?"

Kiku nodded, a burning behind her eyes. "I will, I promise." She smiled, touching his chest to make herself feel grounded again.

"We still need to deal with your stupid brother," Yoongi said. "He's quickly turning into a pest than an ally."

Kiku could spend years imagining Haruki as this invincible monster, similar to when they were children. But this was real now. Haruki wasn't Kaito. He was stupid and petty even when he tried to hurt her. There were a million ways to get rid of people like that. "I might have an idea."

-

As Kiku requested, Yoongi organized a meeting at the border between Onyx and Moon territory. A canopy was erected with a floor table where they all sat together. The edge of dawn painted the mountains and tree in a burnished gold and the scent of morning dew was the only comfort in Kiku's pool of anxiety.

She was prepared for this meeting and the decisions entailed but rarely had she spoken up to Haruki before. When Kiku tried, her mother or father would reprimand and punish her.

Even as Haruki walked to the canopy, she felt a prickle of being scolded in a few minutes. But she had push it down. She wasn't Haruki's sister here, she was a Lady of the Onyx Clan. The Chief's wife.

"This pompous meeting surely isn't about the little scuffle between scouts," Haruki said. "It's a bit of harmless fun."

Yoongi stayed silent.

"You brought your wife here too," Haruki looked Kiku up and down, making sure that he used a moniker disconnected to him.

"In regards to your previous demands, we're suggesting some changes in the alliance." Yoongi kept a calm tone even though Kiku saw the tightened grip of his hands.

Haruki chuckled. "If you don't want her anymore, just kick her out." He waved his hand. "One of your servants can have her."

Yoongi narrowed his gaze but kept his neutral expression. "As you commented on our child before, we had an idea on how to strength the bond between clans."

"And how is that?" he asked.

"Since you require our food supplies which we give to you out of kindness, we have a compromise," Yoongi said. "In exchange for our food, any child born from my wife will take the Chiefs title of the Moon clan."

Haruki's brows furrowed as his chest heaved. His glare turned to Kiku. "You put him up to this, didn't you, you bitch?"

"It was a joint decision," Kiku said, maintaining her calm demeanour. She was used to his insults. She wouldn't let it hurt her again.

"I won't agree to this, it's stupid." Haruki winced.

"Very well," Yoongi said. "Then I suggest you get your defences ready."

"What?"

"Your father must've told you how the Onyx Clan works." Yoongi began to muse and there was something... oddly satisfying about the tone. "My wolves haven't been out for a feed in a while."

"You'd attack your ally?" Haruki asked.

"Attacking my scout and disrespecting the Chiefs wife constitutes that you are breaking every rule in the alliance," Yoongi said and Haruki stayed quiet. "Giving you an alternate compromise is a mercy. I suggest you consider it. My soldiers won't care if you're a spoiled Chief who can't carry a sword properly."

Haruki grimaced, chin quivering in frustration. He looked over at Kiku, as if trying to get ready for another insult but he knew it was too late. Kiku was no longer the target to point insults at. One wrong move and Haruki loses his head along with the Moon Clan. This way they can keep their lives. Haruki was stupid but he was still too scared to die. "Fine. I accept your terms."

Yoongi hummed. "Thank you." He stood up and held onto Kiku's hand, helping her to her feet.

"What would've Kaito said about you turning your back on family?" Haruki asked, cutting into her in a place that ached like a thousand knives.

Kiku paused in place, gripping onto Yoongi's hand like her life depended on it as her heart panged in pain. Haruki knew nothing about what Kaito was like. It took her every strength and hope in her body not to throw scalding tea in his face for even insinuating that Kiku would do something to disappoint Kaito. Because Kaito wasn't like that. Kaito understood and listened. Haruki was a fool. Kiku straightened her posture, turned and looked Haruki straight in the eye. "Kaito wouldn't have caused a food shortage in the clan."

Haruki scoffed, pursing his lips together.

"Kaito did his duty, as I am. From where I'm looking, I'm not the one who made father die from disappointment." Kiku felt like a dam burst inside her as she let the words flow but seeing the Haruki's sour and pouty expression made it all worth it.

-

Kiku was able to breathe easy when they returned to their tent for the night. She walked over to her vanity and her maid immediately began taking pins out of her hair. She watched from the mirror as Yoongi unlatched his sword sheathe of his waist and began to pour himself a drink. The dark furrow of his brows prominent. Kiku raised a hand and smiled at the maid. "A moment, please."

The maid bowed and did as she asked, stepping out of the tent to give them privacy. Kiku took out the rest of the pins so her hair was fully open and relaxed. A dull throb formed on her scalp. She stood and made her way to Yoongi as he leaned forward on the table.

"He can be a lot to tolerate," Kiku said.

Yoongi took in a deep breath to calm himself down. "The way he talks to you, it's like you're complete strangers. Enemies, even."

Kiku swallowed the small lump in her throat. It was always normal to her, seeing the way family treated the one they didn't want with the exception of Kaito. But Yoongi valued family with his life. She could only imagine the kind of shock thrumming through him. "You have a good family. Some don't." She touched his arm. "But sometimes you find a better one."

Yoongi turned his head, his once sharp eyes now softened and sad. "If I've ever made you feel—"

"Not once." Kiku knew it like the breath she took. Yoongi and his family had been nothing but comforting and kind. She reached and pressed her forehead against his. It was almost involuntary but feeling him lean into it was the only answer she needed to keep still.

Yoongi turned his body slowly, letting their chest flush against one another before he leaned and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. His warm hand cupped her cheek softly like she was precious. He pulled away only to press kisses on her cheek and jawline, taking her into an embrace. He buried his face into the crook of her neck where the scent of jasmines wafted in his nose.

Kiku could fall asleep in this embrace. Her body and mind and every bruise in her heart soothed from the loving touch. She traced her fingers across the strands of his hair as if lulling the both of them to dreams. It was difficult to admit it in the past few months with the new changes and confusion. But today for the first time, she could surely say it.

Kiku felt loved.

-

The meeting had left Kiku and Yoongi tired for the evening. They rested their heads, nestled close as they tried to sleep. Tried was an effort Kiku persisted on as the hours went by. It wasn't quite a terrible night of troubling thoughts but an eagerness. She opened her eyes to see Yoongi with his eyes calmly closed, his lips a little puckered.

Kiku took a moment to watch him, reaching out a little to touch his cheek. He stirred slightly at her touch, but his eyes remained closed, his breathing steady and rhythmic. She pulled away with a defeated sigh, not wanting to wake him up. So she turned around and tried to drift off to sleep again.

It was only a few minutes later then she felt Yoongi shift, moving closer until his chest was pressed right against her back. His arm laid over her body, embracing her from behind. Kiku felt a wave of warmth and comfort wash over her as Yoongi tightened his hold.

"Can't sleep?" Yoongi asked.

Kiku hummed. "A little. It's okay, go back to sleep."

"I can be awake," Yoongis voice rasped as his face buried into the crook of her neck again. He began pressing kissing down the length of her shoulder. "Do you want me to be awake?"

Kiku smiled to herself, swaying her hips against him. "A little."

Yoongi chuckled lightly, the vibrations made her quiver in delight. He made Kiku lay on her back, climbing on top of her and sneaking between her legs. "Are you sure?" He whispered.

Kiku nodded. "I'm sure." She smiled against his lips before pressing a kiss on his bottom lip.

Yoongi kissed down the length of her neck, unravelling his night clothes and pushing up Kikus soft dress. He entered her gently, her snug walls hugging his tip before he kept pushing.

Kiku gripped onto his clothing as the sensation made her tremble under him. She swayed her hips with his movements, encouraging him to move faster. The ache was slight but the tingle of pleasure sent her into a slight dizziness. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

Yoongi brushed his fingers across her hairline, full of affection as he moved deeper inside her. He pressed sweet kisses at the corner of her lips.

Kiku smiled feverishly as the pleasure sent heat through her body, radiating like steam and intoxication.

Yoongi made sure he was slow, not just to be careful but to draw out this intimacy for as long as he could. The feeling of embrace brought back every slight desire he had in the past few months to hold or touch her. "Feel good?"

Kiku nodded, letting out a slight whimper as he continued to move at that tantalizing pace. "Good." She traced her thumb across his cheek. Strands of his hair falling over his face, curtaining over hers. Her core became slick with arousal, creating light squelch sounds as he thrusted into her with a new desperation.

His release clouded him, flooding him with an unbearable warmth until he grind himself into her. He muffled his moan against her neck.

Kiku felt his lower belly press on her sensitive spot, making her clench around him, pushing him further into his climax.

Yoongi lifted himself up, foreheads layered with sweat as they pressed against each other.

Kiku took his lips into a kiss, surging him to thrust into a steady pattern that made her lose breath. She gripped onto the side of his neck as moans broke through any form of whisper.

Yoongi quickened his pace following the pattern of her moans and the rolling of his own release. Then the sweet burst into a ricochet of pleasure and heat.

Kiku smiled, breathless as she relished in the warmth filling her. As Yoongi kept moving, he snuck his head in between her legs, targeting her sensitive spot and pushing her to the edge. Kiku's brows furrowed, aching to reach her own climax as she was full of him. Her breathing turned to quickened whimpers as she squirmed under his touch. Her back arched, head thrown back giving Yoongi the chance to kiss her neck and jawline.

Her climax bloomed, the heat of it shaking her limbs and forcing her legs to shut around him. Yoongi kissed her forehead, still rubbing on that spot until she twitched against it.

Kiku whimpered, pushing his hand away. A small laugh left his lips fuelling her with more delight. It was the most wonderful feeling she had to be embraced like this so warmly and the bliss of pleasure melting her body until she was meshed with the bed itself.

"You feel sleepier now?" Yoongi watched her with his own half-lidded, blissed eyes.

Kiku smiled as her breathing turned slow and calm. "Mhm." She traced her fingers down his cheek. "I think I've officially become your wife."

"Oh?" Yoongi's brow raised. "You weren't before?"

Kiku chuckled, slapping his chest playfully. "I mean we don't have anything to hide anymore."

Yoongi caged her in with his arms, making her feel safe and secure. "No, we don't."

Kiku blinked slowly, her finger moved gently to his scar. "Like this?"

Yoongi's expression softened into a mix of ruminating vulnerability and an old sadness that had been repeatedly reminisced. He lay down next to her, shoulders pressed flush. "My father and I go on small trips every now and then. He used to do it with every child, just to. . .talk, connect with nature and spend time." He waved his hand. "It was strange for Chiefs to do it but he said it was because he never got to speak to his own father. So, he wanted to make sure we weren't. . .without one." He let out a long breath.

"He sounds like a good father," Kiku said.

"He was." Yoongi's dark eyes melted and glossed from emotion. "One day though, bandits were prowling in the place my father and I camped. They attacked us. I got this from one of the bandits." He pointed to the scar. "Before my father told me to run while he fended them off. I called my mother and some guards to help but we were too late."

Kiku shifted and rubbed his chest. "Is that why you train so much?"

Yoongi nodded. "I want to make sure Yeong and the girls know how to defend themselves or others should the need arise." He took a deep breath, playing with Kiku's hair. "But I had a good family. We took care of each other, just like we'll take care of you."

Kiku smiled, resting her chin on his chest. "I'll take care of you all too. I still owe you a massage."

"You gave me a pretty good one a minute ago." Yoongi smirked.

Kiku chuckled. "A proper massage."

-

Kiku and Yoongi returned to the main houses early in the morning as the soft gold of dawn painted the forest. Hwayoung had lunch prepared with the rest of the family to welcome them home. Fresh steamed fish with tofu, rice porridge and some fresh fruits newly picked from the farms. Kiku ate happily, her appetite had grown in the months she was with this family but it made her all the more energetic and vibrant along with her excitement from the past night's events.

Something the family noticed more than Kiku realised.

Yun, in particular, stared the two of them a little too closely with a smirk. "So how was the trip, brother?" She asked in a sing-song voice.

Yoongi's eyes flickered up as he paused mid-bite. "As most political talks go with a spoiled brat of a Chief. He gave into the deal quickly," he spoke in a slightly formal tone.

Kiku quietly sipped on the last drops of her tea before he gently poured her another cup. She gave him a shy smile.

"I haven't heard much about the prospects of the Chiefs of the Moon clan but the younger son is usually unprepared," Hwayoung said thankfully to distract from what Yun actually wanted to ask.

Yeong stammered just as he took a bite of his food, looking at Hwayoung with a pout. "What'd I do?"

Hwayoung raised her hand. "I mean, generally. Not you."

Yoongi let out a small chuckle under his breath. "She means you."

Yeong sighed, pointing at him with his chopsticks. "I've beaten you in sword training before, I'll do it again."

"Did you do anything else in the trip?" Yun asked, with a wide grin, leaning forward in excitement. "You were both alone for the night. And Kiku's been. . .glowing."

Kiku's cheeks burned, clearing her throat. "I—I don't—"

"You need to stop obsessing over your brother's marriage, sweetheart, it's getting strange." Hwayoung patted the back of Yun's hand.

"It's only because you don't let me get married." Yun leaned back on her chair, folding her arms over her chest.

"Mother's protecting the men of the clan," Nari said, raising a brow.

Yun slapped Nari's arm as Yeong snorted.

"See how they bully me?" Yun asked Kiku.

Kiku chuckled, biting down her bottom lip and glancing at Yoongi. Often when she had terrible encounters with Haruki, she would get scolded by her family and live with the suffocating feeling of frustration in her chest.

Today was the first time, Kiku could cling to the happy moments and forget about Haruki or any of this harsh words. Her family threw her to the Onyx clan like a bait at the end of a fishing line but in their hatred for her, Kiku found love for her own. 

masterlist

[toji-bunny-girl]

KNB MASTERLIST ᥫ᭡

♱ Aomine Daiki

୨ thirst ୧

aomine and his tits

jealous over you

୨ headcanon ୧

him as a love trope

♱ Kagami Taiga

୨ thirst ୧

jealous over you

୨ headcanon ୧

him as a love trope

♱ Murasakibara Atsushi

୨ headcanon ୧

him as a love trope

୨ oneshot ୧

his pussy satisfaction — 17+

[summer-nights19]

!!Masterlist!!

Welcome to my blog ! Here, I write fanfic for a variety of fandoms. I'm also into reading and video games, so I might post about those from time to time.

Enjoy your stay ~

Requests/suggestions are more than welcome- please leave them in my ask box and I'll get back to you asap !

Psst here's my ao3

Mini series

Wings of freedom

Levi Ackerman x fem! reader

Part 1- Moon song

Part 2- Alrighty aphrodite

Part 3- Waves

Part 4- Falling asleep at the wheel

Discontinued

You don't know me

Daiki Aomine x fem reader Part 1

Part 2

Oneshots

Shout out to my exes for inspiring the majority of my angst content. Carrying my blog fr 🙏🙏🙏

I'm aware that an increasing number of my oneshots are getting sequels ! If you want a sequel, go ahead and request one, but if you're not interested, all my oneshots can obv be read as standalone stories (except for the part 2s)

Sailor moon

I'm not her - cheater! Haruka Tenoh x gn! reader (angsty)

Your girlfriend is growing increasingly distant, but you're determined to fix your relationship until you make a terrible discovery when coming back home early from a trip

Part 2 was requested <33

Guess we have a part 3 now

Here's part 4 :>

Kuroko no basket

Replaceable - Kise x gn! reader (angsty)

Your relationship with your boyfriend is falling apart, but you can't leave. That is, until one final blow is delivered.

Also, here is part 2 as requested !

Aomine and Kise x gn reader threesome Letting your fav boys completely destroy you together one night at a party <3

Murasakibara x gn! reader how the GoM guys react when they find out you're dating (request)

Attack on titan

Levi x fem reader fluffy teashop au drabble (request)

You and Levi being hopelessly in love and running a tea shop in a post war au.

Omori

Withering gladiolus- Aubrey angst

How Aubrey's grief changes her life after Mari's death

Headcanons

Knb

Knb characters as icks

Please don't hate me ☠

GoM + Takao x afab reader period comfort hcs How they would react to your period mood swings

Knb dating headcanons

What I think dating my personal favs would be like

GoM x S/O who's like Jade West

How the GoM would act with a seemingly mean (but secretly affectionate) s/o

GoM meet Kagami's older sister

How the GoM would act around Kagami's cool, smart older sister

GoM x foul mouthed reader (crack)

How the GoM would act with an s/o who swears a lot

Not fanfic

Videogame reccs/what I think the purrgatory characters look like

Coming soon

???

Requesting rules

Requests are currently: open

First kiss ask game

Please don't request

Noncon

Hard smut (smut is ok for the most part)

Paedophilia or bestiality

A/b/o

Aus that stray too far from the classic ones (eg college aus, coffee shop aus or mafia aus are all acceptable)

Please bear in mind that if you want me to write about an OC, you'll have to provide some details about them. Also, if you don't specify gender preference in a self insert, I'll automatically write a gn reader

Fandoms I'll write for

JJBA (not part 5 or after part 6)

Attack on titan

Obey me

Ikemen series

Dangerous fellows

Sailor moon

Danganronpa

Kuroko's basketball

Fruits basket

Kakeguri

Seven deadly sins (depending on the character)

MHA (depending on the character)

Pokemon (depending on the character)

Yu-Gi-Oh

Food wars

Omori

Hazbin hotel

Cosmic wheel sisterhood

[stqrriichiigo]

━━ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 !!

— notes : most of these are ideas that popped up on my head and I just put them in my notes so I can remember them.

— updated : 08.08.22.

UPCOMING EVENTS :

— SUNSET ; multiple characters ; black!f. reader ; poc!f. reader.

BLEACH :

— untitled ichigo kurosaki oneshot ; black!f. reader ; wc?? ; status : 0% complete.

JUJUTSU KAISEN :

— untitled yuuta okkotsu oneshot ; black!f. reader ; wc?? ; status: 0% complete.

— untitled geto suguru series ; college au / dorm.room mate au ; black!f. reader ; wc?? ; status: 10% complete. discontinued ( for a short period of time. )

BLUE LOCK :

— sae itoshi as your boyfriend ; black!f. reader ; headcanon ; wc?? ; status : complete.

— promise ring ; sae & rin itoshi separately ; black!f. reader ; drabbles ; 1k + ; you receive a promise ring from him ; status : 0% complete.

— untitled reo mikage mini series ; black!f. reader ; wc?? ; status 0% complete.

MISCELLANEOUS :

— kuroko no basket ; midnight thoughts ; murasakibara atsushi ; black!f. reader ; oneshot ; 1k + ; expressing random midnight thoughts to murasakibara with some snacks ; status : 100% complete.

— kuroko no basket ; dear dairy ; aomine daiki ; black!f. reader ; series ; 1.5k + ; y/n has the biggest crush on aomine, she has a note book which is basically like a dairy where she fanatasizes about him ( in a good way ) and where she stores information about him. ( she doesn't stalk him she just found out from his friends or whenever she has a conversation with him. ) ; status : 0% complete.

— genshin impact ; untitled ; ayato kamisato ; black!f. reader ; series ; wc?? ; an arranged marriage between y/n l/n & kamisato ayato ; status: 0% complete.

— my hero academia ; untitled ; dabi : touya todoroki ; black!f. reader ; wc?? ; college au ; status : 0% complete.

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[the-masked-ram]

Kuroko no Basket (Kuroko's Basketball) Masterlist

~Oh Lord, won't you save me from my twisted little mind?~

Daiki Aomine

Reaching for the Ceiling-

Astin is a brand new physical examiner brought onto the Helix space station to take care of the team members about to take their spots in the Star Surfing competition. Which is a male dominated sport that she craves to be apart of. She meet Daiki Aomine, someone she takes on as a physical therapy patient, while also tricking him to teach her Star Surfing.

During the competition however, things go immensely wrong, and a plague brought by one of the visiting teams begins to run rampant. Soon they are doing all they can to stay alive.

Chap One | Tripping on You- mature vibes, oneshot

~I fear I've been laying with the Devil~

[selmasemlan]

Breaking necks

Breaking necks

Author note: Sooooo, Hiiiiiiii! I´m not dead, yeeeeyeyeyye. Okay, but for real, I have missed you guys and I see the love you´ve been giving my fics. Gosh almost wanna cry for all the love I have been giving, but anywhooooo. I´m back with a new fic. Aomine Daiki is my husband, my freaking soulmate. So have fun and leave a request, cause mama needs inspiration. Enjoy

Warning: None, just a lot of freaking fluff and soft sweets

Word count: 1231

Song Inspiration: A playlist on youtube called, Falling in love with a fictional character 

Imagine.....

You´re sitting under a tree. The top of the buildings is painted orange from the light of the sun. The wind blows softly and carries with it leaves from the Sakura trees. You´re enjoying the silence and time you have by yourself.

Lately all of you, you and your friends have been busier than ever, with exams and sports events. You especially. You may have not been with them from the beginning, but when Kuroko and Kagami, also known as the troublesome duo, told you their story and goal, you couldn't help but join their quest. With the Winter Cup right around the corner, Kuroko and Kagami trained harder than they ever had before. You being a great friend watched them train and wait patiently.

Today you didn't feel like waiting inside, with the smell of sweat and the constant sound of shoes sliding across the floor and the ball bouncing. Instead, you wanted to savour the scenery of the colourful sky and the feeling of grass under your hands. It has been a while since you've had time for yourself, with joining the troublesome duo, making it the troublesome duo and their mother instead.

But you would be lying if you said that you hated getting the boys out of trouble, but would it really kill them to not get in trouble, especially with Aiko, who is terrifying when mad. But you felt like you had finally found your place.

This made you think. Aimone Daiki, the old light of Kuroko. He was an enigma that you just couldn't figure out. What was his deal? You just couldn't solve this stupid puzzle. A big part of you couldn't understand why you even bothered with a guy you only met a few times. But the small part of you, your gut feeling kept telling you to not give up on this person. So ever seens you first heard the story you've been analyzing and trying to understand him. Maybe it wasn't about him wanting someone to be able to beat him. Maybe he just needed someone to have fun with. Perhaps he needed someone to confide in, to lean on. Someone that wouldn't judge him, that one who would accept him for his flaws but still give him a reality check here and there.

You shake your head, trying to clear your head for a minute. What exactly are you trying to accomplish with this? It is not like the guy knows you exist. Even if he knew you existed he would want nothing to do with you. You don't even like basketball like that. The only reason you're involved is because of your friends and the fact that you love seeing them happy and passionate about their sport. You, on the other hand, don't have something like that. Maybe that's why you want to understand Aomine Daiki. You don't want to understand the person, you want to understand how a person who loves something so much, now hates it. Maybe it will also answer why you don't have something, a hobby you love.

"Yo!"

You turn your head so fast you feel your neck almost giving away. Behind you stands the very person you had been thinking about. Aomine stands there with his school uniform and school bag over his shoulder. The pain in your neck is so bad you grab your neck, trying to massage it to relieve the pain. You turn your face forward again and give a casual

"Oh, it´s you"

Aomine stares at you for a moment, trying to understand your reaction. He takes all of you in. Beautiful, beautiful you are. His brain struggled to understand how such a creature like you could exist. Everything from your eyes to the way you smile. He had seen you around the troublesome duo. Seen you cheer for them and hug them when they won against him and his team. He just wanted you to look at him, smile at him, and maybe even give him one of your cute laughs. God, what were you doing to him?

'Maybe she doesn't like me? Am I irritating? Did I do something wrong? Gosh she doesn't even wanna look at my ugly mu'You "g

"You know if you came here to meet the duo, you´re welcome to join Kuroko and Kagami in the gymnastic hall. That would probably be more fun for you than to stand here with me?"

How could you say that? He only came here for you. He´s been trying to get you alone forever now. Just to get a word in with you. The duo would never leave him and you alone. You might be the mother, but those two act like overprotective brothers when it comes to you.

"Actually, I´m here for you"

You, once again turn so fast you give yourself a whiplash. You bring your hand back to your neck and look down to not show Aomine how much pain you´re in. Also, you don't wanna show the fact what he said, had affected you. He was here, for you? No one is ever there for you. It´s always something about the duo.

'He´s here for me. He´s really here for me!'

You feel a hand on your shoulder and you look up, only to see Aomine a few centimetres from your face. He looks worried. His eyes had a question. God, was his eyes always this beautiful and clear? When they said that the eyes are the door to the soul, they weren't lying. In his eyes, I could see everything. The truth. He really was here for you.

"I´m fine, just maybe not shock me again for today"

Aomine pauses for a second and then a small chuckle leaves his lips.

"I´m sorry, but I had to say it while I had the courage to."

He was scratching the back of his head. He would not meet your eyes, but he didn't move away. His presents had a calming effect on you. It felt like your entire body just lit up to him. It just makes sense for the both of you, to be close. The world seems complete. Like two halves meeting in the middle. No, that is a too-perfect picture. It was more like you meet in the middle, with your flaws and everything.

"I was wondering?"

You look up at him. He still won't meet your eyes, but you can see that his complex had darkened.

"If your fine by it, and I mean it"

This time he makes eye contact with you and he stays. He grabs your hand and squeezes it as if it would bring him bravery.

"Would you like to go on a date with me?"

You freeze for a few moments. A date? With him? His face changes a little to fear. He might have blown it. It´s only logical for a person like you to have higher standards than him. He looks down at the ground, looking for a stone to hide under when all of the sudden,

"I would love to!"

It´s Aomine turn to look up too fast and hurt his neck. A few seconds pass and laughter breaks out. Look at you a couple that seems to hurt both necks together. Maybe, just maybe this would work.

A couple that breaks their necks together, stays together.