#momoi satsuki scenarios

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MASTERLIST

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HEADCANONS ♡

SFW

Various

THE KNB CHARACTERS’ GO TO DRINK // (an alcoholic’s) headcanons

Part 1 | Part 2

A SOAPY STORY // KNB Headcanons

TALL AND GORGEOUS // KNB Headcanons

BLUSHING AND STUTTERING // KNB Headcanons

KNB CHARACTERS AS BENDERS // KNB Headcanons

AREN'T THEY LOVELY? // KNB Headcanons

SWEET DREAM, MY LOVE // KNB Headcanons

IN MORPHEUS' ARMS // KNB Headcanons

ALWAYS BETTER WITH YOU // KNB Headcanons

WISER (OR NOT) // KNB Headcanons

HEY THERE, LITTLE THING // KNB Headcanons

わからない - 我不知道 // KNB Headcanons

HAPPILY EVER AFTER // KNB Headcanons

Aomine

HOLD ME FOREVER // Aomine Headcanons

THE BEST BOY // Aomine Headcanons

Kise

THE BEST BOY // Kise Ryōta Headcanons

Imayoshi

TALL AND GORGEOUS // Imayoshi Shouichi Edition

NSFW

Various

YOU KNOW I'M BIG // KNB Headcanons

LOVE 'EM LIKE THAT // KNB Headcanons

GETTING CAUGHT // KNB Headcanons

FICS ♡

SFW

Various

I Can't Remember // KNB Characters x gn! Reader

Aomine

Stargazing // Aomine Daiki x Reader

Fine Line // Aomine Daiki x Reader

We’re just hanging // Aomine Daiki x Reader

Flowers // Aomine Daiki x Reader

It's you, dummy // Aomine Daiki x Fem! Reader

Midorima

Sunkissed // Midorima Shintarō x Fem! Reader

Akashi

Clueless Little You // Akashi Seijurō x Fem! Reader

Curious Thing // Akashi Seijurō x gn! Reader

Always There For You // Akashi Seijurō x gn! Reader

Murasakibara

Loss and Win // Murasakibara Atsushi x Fem! Reader

Kiyoshi

Summer Rains // Kiyoshi Teppei x Fem! Reader

Forever? // Kiyoshi Teppei x Reader

Kagami

It just makes sense // Kagami Taiga x Reader

Doubts // Kagami Taiga x Fem! Reader

Nijimura

When Our Spring Comes // Nijimura Shuzo x fem! Reader

NSFW

Aomine

Dragon Girl // Aomine Daiki x Fem! Reader

Look at You // Aomine Daiki x Fem! Reader

Liquor Kiss // Aomine Daiki x Fem! Reader

Kise

Surprises // Kise Ryōta x Fem! Reader

Like my hair, sweets? // Kise Ryōta x Fem! Reader

Midorima

You’re Something // Midorima Shintarō x Fem! Reader

Akashi

Two steps ahead // Akashi Seijurō x Fem! Reader

Never Again // Akashi Seijurō x Fem! Reader

Surreal // Akashi Seijurō x Fem! Reader

You're My First // Akashi Seijurō x Fem! Reader

Murasakibara

Speak Up // Murasakibara Atsushi x Fem! Reader

Kiyoshi

Thursday Nights // Kiyoshi Teppei x Fem! Reader

Up to Expectations // Hyuga Junpei x Fem! Reader x Kiyoshi Teppei

Kagami

Till The Rain Stops // Kagami Taiga x Fem! Reader

SCENARIOS ♡

Kise

Friendly neighbour-ly activities // KNB scenario

DRABBLES ♡

SFW

Putting oil in Murasakibara’s hair

Barman! Aomine

Kissing Kiyoshi at the club

Ryōta is your sun <3

The 3 things Taiga loves!

NSFW

Flustered and horny! Midorima

Birthday boy! Akashi

Aomine's first time seeing tits!

Baby making with husband! Kiyoshi <3

[thewritetofreespeech]

can you please do a midorima smut where momoi gets to close and comfy with him and we get really jealous but hide that we are jealous but midorima notice and after we leave and get home he shows us that he only wants us please❤️

Midorima x jealous reader - Making a point

‘This party blows’ you thought to yourself as you sat at the table and picked at your cheese puffs.

Usually you were really excited to hang out with the other Generation of Miracle boys and their new friends, but this time you weren’t really feeling it.

Momoi had gotten it into her head, probably from reading too much shojo manga, that if she wanted Kuroko’s undying love & affection that she’d have to make him jealous. See the ‘error of his way’ in ignoring her by showing him what he was missing. You loved Momoi, but she could be an incredible flirt on the best of days. Physical contact a major part of her love language. But today she was taking it too far.

You weren’t sure why she had picked Midorima as her ‘target’. Probably because she was too intimidated by Akashi. Kise would just go along with it and flirt back. Aomine would be just weird for her. And Murasakibara wouldn’t get it no matter how hard she tried. Midorima was the only other choice.

“Midorin-kun! Do you want some more of this chicken? It’s really good!”

“No. Thank you Momoi.” Midorima replied, putting up his hand incase Momoi’s effort to hand feed him actually went through.

You grit your teeth at the display. Not even you would do that to him, and the one time you had tried (even something as simple as offering him a sip of your boba tea when you were out on a date) he bit your head off. With Momoi, however, he just seemed to accept it.

“I’m going to head home.” 

Everyone seemed surprised by your announcement, as it was still early and out of the blue. “I had a really long day, and another one tomorrow. It was nice seeing all of you.”

“Awww [Y/N]-cchi, do you want me to walk you to the station?”

“I’ll do it.” Midorima butt in at Kise’s offer. Getting up from the table as well, and Momoi looking a little crestfallen that her plaything had left.

“You don’t have to.” You insist, but Midorima was already putting on his coat.

You walk out of the apartment and down the stairs. By the time you had reached the bottom you told him, “look. I just got an Uber. I don’t want to wait on the train, so it’ll be here in 3 minutes. Why don’t you go back to the party?”

“Why are you upset?”

You turn around and look at Mirdorima. Always to the point that one. “I just don’t want to watch Momoi hang off you all night.”

“You know I’m not interested in her.” His nose even crinkled a little at the thought.

“You still didn’t stop her.” You tell him. “Which is just as bad.”

Midorima sighed. “Momoi is sensitive.”

“And I’m not?”

A car pulled up just then and a man leaned out to call your name. Your ride was here. “Look, it’s not that I’m mad at you or Momoi. I know you don’t have any interest in her. It’s just….it hurts my feelings that you’ll let someone you don’t care about show you affection but me you keep at arm’s length. I think Momoi honestly forgot we were dating when she cooked up this little scheme because we’re not affectionate at all.”

Midorima didn’t say anything. He just stood there for a moment before he walked up to you and opened the car door. You sighed. Thinking that was the end of it. You didn’t expect him to climb into the car after you before it started to drive away. “What are you doing?”

“Showing you how affectionate I can be.”

An hour later you were both in your apartment, in your bedroom. Your legs on either side of Midorima’s head as he teased you open with his tongue. “Oh god Shintaro. Oh god right there…..” You whisper in the dark, like it was a secret between the two of you. He of course continued. Gripping your thighs and massaging them as he knew that made you hot. You let out a mute cry with a shutter as you came against his mouth.

“That was wonderful.” You praise as he sat up between your legs. “Do you want me to….?”

Midorima shook his head. “I think I’ve been selfish enough for the night.” He replied as he slipped his glasses back on. “I’ll try to be more reciprocating towards your public displays of affection. It’s just…hard for me.”

“I know.” You reply. Reaching out to stroke his arm. Of course you knew that it wasn’t Midroima’s thing, and there was no changing that. Still, it didn’t change the fact that you felt a little put out about it sometimes. “I guess I was just feeling…sensitive.”

“Well, certainly now.” You shutter again and writhe a little when Midorima reached down to touch your still wet pussy and stroke it with his fingers. “I may not be the most touchy-feely person in the world. But in private,” you moan as his fingers enter you and his thumb started stroking your clit, “I want to be very ‘touchy-feely’ with you.”

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Reap what you sow

Hello everyone!

It's been ages, but I wanted to update this story, hoping it will continue to be an enjoyable read. A hug to all, V.

-> more knb stories here 🏀

"So?" 

She comes running into the classroom, her long hair pulled back in a ponytail, her smile warm as she hands you a can of coffee and opens hers.

"He said it's OK" you reply, pulling a bag of pretty, hand-wrapped chocolates from your backpack. The ones you'd bought at the trendy restaurant you ate at last night, just waiting for this moment.

"I knew it!" she exults, choosing the cherry liqueur one, "Dai-chan never lets me down!" she concludes, smiling so warmly at you and at the goodness of the chocolate that you don't have the heart to point out the boy's true feelings again.

"So now you will be seen together in public and..." she continues, lost in her romantic fantasy made of waiting outside classrooms, public kisses and dinner dates with her and Tetsu. 

As if this charade were a real thing.

"No, for God's sake!" you exclaim, fiddling with the tin "For now Kuri will only know that there is a girl he's in contact with, so she can make herself even more pathetic" you smile back at her.

" Last night was so funny, seeing him so embarrassed and that nickname... A masterstroke" Momoi confides, moving her face closer to your ear as the princess enters the classroom.

" I had to play hard to get, your friend and I have nothing in common!" you tell her as you uncork the can under her gloating gaze.

"You just need to take a little time with your relationship, Dai-chan is a lot of fun once you get to know him a bit!" she tells you mischievously, laughing in satisfaction at the desperate look on your face.

Kuri, for her part, must have a radar that alerts her when anybody in the world talks about her beloved Aomine, because she goes to Satsuki to ask for useless information about league games.

" I'd like to get good seats and support the team" she explains, looking down disdainfully at the remains of your snack.

" I can always ask Sensei Shun if he has time, so maybe you can apologise to him in person" you reply ironically, once again pointing out what would have been the right thing to do, but which the champion of morality continues to ignore.

Satsuki's lips twitch briefly, you know she would like to smile but cannot, so she decides to show her sympathy in another way.

" Kuri's right, we need all the support we can get now that Dai-chan is so distracted by his private life" she hints quietly, then turns to you as if you didn't know "Last night he was so strange... Always on his phone, so moody! Then a text came in and everything was fine, right?" she asks, turning her wide eyes to those of Kuri, who suddenly becomes very serious.

" Something about his family, perhaps? He told me that he hears from his parents every night after training," the class leader suggests, so sure of her appeal to the boy that it's almost touching.

"I doubt it" the analyst smiles mischievously and nods at you both, before revealing the secret with a half-hearted voice: "He saved the sender as 'pretty', I saw it with my eyes! So it's definitely a girl!" she giggles, staring at you so that you say something, but Kuri is quicker. 

"Momoi-chan, you really don't know anything about this, do you?" she asks her in a sharp tone, so different from the usual sugary version she offers her.

" Since you're so curious, why don't you ask him directly? Then you would finally have a good reason to spend the whole afternoon glued to his back!" you interject, returning the not-so-subtle accusation to the sender. 

Once again you are saved by the beginning of the lesson.

Even though you think you've done quite well, there's something about Satsuki's expression that doesn't sit well with you.

She often looks at you and smiles, a half-smile you only understand when, sure there are no prying ears, she reveals it verbally.

"It may all be an act, but I'm really glad you've nailed the role" she comments, turning the pencil in her hands.

" You're no fun! " is the only thing you can say as you open your notebook and decide to give your full attention to the lesson. There is no point in explaining, clarifying or talking. Momoi has no idea that everything you do, you are also doing for her, to give her a chance to finally realise that she is the girl Dai-chan has been looking for all his life. She doesn't mean to, but her stubborn positivity will test you, because she's living proof that she doesn't notice you or how you feel. For her, it would be the fulfilment of a dream if you and her best friend became a couple, while you just want her to be true to herself to the core.

What you told Daiki in his living room the night before is exactly what you think, but also what you fear.

You just don't want your friend to realise too late that she's lost the man of her life because she still believes in the infallible nature of first love. After seeing their photos together, after he almost attacks you to claim his right to love her, after seeing how his face changes when he talks about her, you can only ask yourself one thing: why shouldn't Daiki be Momoi's soul mate?

You are distracted from these thoughts when the pink-haired girl's fingertips brush against your elbow and place a note under your nose, a torn corner of her notebook with a single word written on it.

"Sorry."

[erina-writes-headcanons]

Generation of Miracles Headcanons

Hello Everyone, This is the Masterlist of my planned post and the link to the post of the scenarios. You also can see some of the symbols below.

🌹: Smut

🥀: Angst

🍭: Fluff

😂: Comedy

🧐: Random

🧸: Domestic

😐: Non-Specified

🗡️: Gore/Yandere

❤️: Romantic

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Kuroko Tetsuya - Phantom

Having S/O Who are A Horror and Crime Fiction Author😐🧐❤️

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Kise Ryōta - Copying

Spending time with their S/O in Rainy Days🧸❤️🍭

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Midorima Shintarō - High Projectile

Spending time with their S/O in Rainy Days🧸❤️🍭

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Aomine Daiki - Speed and Agility

Taking care of Sick S/O 🍭❤️

Spending time with their S/O in Rainy Days🧸❤️🍭

Having an Unathletic S/O ❤️🍭🧐

Getting Jealous Headcannons🍭❤️

Dating Headcanons❤️🍭

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Murasakibara Atsushi - Defense and Power

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Akashi Seijūrō - Emperor Eye

Reuniting with a Wildlife Biologist S/O 🧐🍭

Spending time with their S/O in Rainy Days🧸❤️🍭

Having S/O Who are A Horror and Crime Fiction Author😐🧐❤️

S/O is Visiting Them and The Team Didn't Know About Them Dating (Part 2) ❤️🍭😂

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Momoi Satsuki - Analyst

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[aomine-ryo]

A lil scenario for Aomine’s birthday because he is, in fact, the best boy. It’s nothing too intricate, I just like to think that Aomine is super nervous around his crushes even though he’s a narcissistic bitch on court (love him tho)

Scenario: Aomine’s crush confesses to him on his birthday

gender neutral reader

Birthdays were just another day for Aomine, and he’s perfectly fine keeping it that way. His complaints begin when everyone around him makes it a bigger deal than it is. And the biggest culprit of this was Momoi.

As much as Aomine loved his friendship with Momoi, it’s days like this where he wished she would just tone it down a bit. He knew that whatever she did was out of love for him, but the way she showed it was way too flamboyant for Aomine.

This year round though, she seemed to be a little too quiet about her plans for the day. She still was the first one to wish him and give him a gift, but she hadn’t mentioned anything else. Either she finally respected his wishes to keep things low-key, or there was a surprise party looming around the corner. And Aomine had an awful feeling it was the latter.

“Dai-chan, you don’t have any plans later today, do you?” Momoi questioned as the two of them walked to school together that morning.

“I do,” Aomine murmured, letting out a big yawn as he rubbed his eyes to wake himself up .

“Huh? What plans?” Momoi questioned. Even though he was half asleep, he could hear the panic in her tone. She was so obvious.

“I have a date with my bed,” Aomine said simply, daydreaming about being wrapped under his warm blanket again.

Momoi clicked her tongue in annoyance. “It’s your birthday. You’re not just gonna spend it in your room.”

“There’s nothing stopping me,” Aomine replied.

“I’m stopping you,” Momoi snapped. “Let’s have a dinner at mine.”

“What? Just you and me?” Aomine questioned absentmindedly, dark blue eyes catching a glimpse of his classmate walking through the school gates.

As soon as Momoi noticed you, she knew she’d completely lost Aomine’s attention. But she carried on anyway, “I thought of inviting Tetsu,” she paused for a moment as a grin took over her face. “If you want, I can invite Y/N as well.”

Aomine snapped back into reality upon hearing your name. “What? No! That’d be so weird,” he protested, his face heating up.

Momoi sighed, “When will you make a move on them?”

“I don’t like Y/N like that,” he replied defensively, avoiding eye contact with Momoi as he did so.

“You’re not fooling anyone, but sure,” she said as the two of them approached their classrooms. “Anyways, you, me and Tetsu tonight, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah whatever,” Aomine rolled his eyes before entering his classroom and plopping down in the seat behind you.

“Daiki! Happy birthday!” You said, turning around to face him with a wide smile.

Aomine was suddenly more awake than ever. “Oh thanks,” he said curtly, “how come you’re not passed out on the desk like every other day?”

“Had to stay awake to be the first in the class to wish you,” you shrugged, “Plus you would’ve woken me up anyways because you’re an asshole like that.”

Aomine chuckled at the sentiment, “How sweet of you to stay up for me,” his tone was mocking; it made you want to punch him.

“You’re so annoying,” you rolled your eyes.

The rest of his school day was fairly normal— napping in class, finding any opportunity to annoy you, drooling over you when you weren’t looking— the usual. In a way, he was glad his birthday was on a Friday; being in school meant that he got to spend his day with you, though he wasn’t exactly pleased to be waking up at 7 a.m. for it.

“Dai-chan! Hurry up! I’ve got to prepare for the dinner!” Momoi called out as she stood at the door of your classroom at the end of the day, interrupting a nonsensical back and forth between you and Aomine.

The navy haired boy sighed, “Satsuki, that’s a problem you created for yourself.”

“You say that, but when the food takes too long to cook it’s non-stop complaining from your end,” Momoi retorted, earning a small laugh from you.

“Whatever. See you Monday, loser,” Aomine said to you, his hand reaching over to your head and messing with your hair.

“Stop that!” you whined, trying to swat his arm away and regaining your composure once you did. “Have a good birthday, stupid,” you said, packing up your stuff once he headed out.

“You guys are so cute,” Momoi beamed once it was just her and Aomine in the hallways.

“Can we please not have this conversation again? Just for today?” Aomine groaned, already frustrated with himself for the lack of flirting he’s been able to do with you. He didn’t know what it was. It was usually easy for him to flirt with girls he was interested in, but with you he was always nervous; afraid he’d mess it up with one wrong move.

Once Aomine had gotten home, he was absolutely exhausted. He laid down in his bed and let out a heavy sigh. He didn’t know if he had it in him to go for dinner with Momoi and Kuroko— let alone whatever Momoi was covering up. He just wanted to nap and maybe just scroll through his socials— maybe he’ll find the perfect meme to send to you so that he has an excuse to talk to you again. Nevertheless, he did end up drifting off into the nap he’d been waiting for since he had woken up that morning.

Aomine was stirred awake by the sound of his phone’s ringtone. He squinted at the bright screen, seeing Momoi’s name and quickly remembering that it was still his birthday. He brought the phone up to his ear, “Hello,” he said groggily, eyes closing once again.

“Where are you? I’ve been trying to reach you for the past half hour!” Momoi scolded into the phone.

“I was asleep,” Aomine answered simply.

Momoi sighed in disappointment, “Get to mine quick. Tetsu and I are hungry.”

“Mhm,” Aomine hummed before ending the phone call. It took him a moment, but he finally gathered the strength to drag himself out of bed and into the shower, cussing out his birthday each step of the way.

Aomine made it out of the house fairly quickly, but there wasn’t a single thought going through his head when he walked up the driveway of Momoi’s house. He didn’t bother ringing the doorbell— he never did. He took his shoes off and headed towards the living room, “Oi Satsuki—”

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY AOMINE!”

Aomine’s heart leaped out of his chest for a moment at the sudden chorus when he stepped into the room. He had fully forgotten about the possibility of a surprise party. Standing in front of him was a crowd of basically all the people he knew— the Miracles, his teammates, some of his classmates, and most notably— you.

“What on earth…” was all he was really able to say. He was still trying to process the fact that you were here. He definitely did not put enough effort into his outfit for this to be happening.

“Were you surprised?” Momoi asked, pouncing up and down like an excited puppy.

“No, you’re a bad liar. I’m just sleepy,” Aomine answered truthfully, causing everyone to erupt into a fit of joking booing and jeering.

“Okay okay, we’ll get to the cake in a second, but first you have to take your birthday shot,” Kagami grinned, swinging his arm around Aomine’s shoulders and handing him a shot glass filled with vodka.

Aomine downed the shot with no hesitation. He needed all the confidence he could get to try to flirt with you— not that he really had a game plan in mind.

Admittedly, it was rather nice to have everyone all together. It had been a while since he had seen Kuroko so it was nice catching up with him and also bullying Kagami whilst he was at it. Moreover, he couldn’t help but steal glances of you chatting with people and swaying along to the music— he still couldn’t believe that you were actually there.

He did, however, make the stupid mistake of matching his drinks with Kise— who had a much higher tolerance than he did. Aomine soon found himself needing to get away from the music and the crowd, so he stepped out to the front porch, taking a deep breath of the fresh air. He took a seat on the steps, blankly staring out into the empty street as he tried to stop his vision from spinning.

He heard the front door behind him open and shut, steps moving towards him. “What’s the birthday boy doing all alone out here?” you said, taking a seat next to him.

Aomine’s lips instinctively broke out into a smile upon hearing your voice, “Trying to stop the world from spinning. And also avoiding Kise because I cannot stomach another shot,” he answered honestly.

“I do not envy you right now,” you chuckled, knowing the feeling all too well.

“You haven’t had anything to drink?” Aomine questioned, trying to meet your eyes but failing miserably.

“Not really, I don’t let myself go all out around people I don’t know too well,” you shrugged.

“You don’t need to worry about that, I’ll take care of you if you get too drunk,” Aomine said, a slight slur in his words.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the gesture, “As sweet as that is, you are in no state to be taking care of yourself— let alone me.”

“I’d sober up if I need to,” Aomine said confidently.

“I’ll take your word for it,” you said, tone filled with sarcasm. A silence fell between you two as you both looked out into the street. It wasn’t an awkward silence, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable either— for you, at least. Aomine seemed to be in another dimension by the looks of it, but you felt like there was something that needed to be said. “Oh right!” You said shuffling around and breaking the silence suddenly as you reached into your pocket and pulled out an envelope. “Here, this is for you.”

“What is it?” Aomine asked, brows furrowed in confusion as he took the plain white envelope that said ‘To Daiki’ in your handwriting on it.

“It’s a birthday card,” you said, fidgeting with your hands nervously as you pondered over whether this was the right move.

“Can I open it?” Aomine asked, his respectful manners around you remaining even though he was absolutely hammered.

You hesitated for a moment as you thought over the contents of the card. While it was just a greeting card, you also put down how you felt about him— more specifically, how you had a crush on him. You weren’t sure how he’d react and it was eating you alive. “Um, okay. But don’t read it aloud. And don’t look at me when you read it,” you said, burying your face in your palms as he opened the envelope.

You saw his smile widen upon seeing the card in the first place— it had a cute little cartoon dog with a birthday hat and balloon on the front. Aomine thought that it was such a cute design, it almost reminded him of Nigou. He opened the card up eagerly, wondering what had you so shy. His eyes scanned over the words you had written down, his whole body seizing when he got to the words ‘I like you.’ He read it over and over again in disbelief, sure that it was his drunken mind making him see words that weren’t there. He even ran his finger over the words to make sure he wasn’t imagining it. Damn those birthday wishes work quick.

He slowly looked over at you, meeting your eyes through the gaps between your fingers. “Are you serious?” he asked softly.

“It would be really cruel for me to lie about something like that,” you said, trying to use humour to cope with the nervousness.

Aomine leaned over and wrapped his arms around you tightly, pulling you into a hug. It definitely caught you off guard because it was now your turn to freeze.

“I feel the same way,” he mumbled into your shoulder, your tension beginning to ease with his words. He didn’t exactly intend for the hug, it was something his body did before he could even process that it was happening. He wanted to kiss you, but he was afraid that he wouldn’t remember it the next day— a stupid thought, but what else could you expect from him?

“You have no idea how glad I am to hear that. I genuinely thought I was gonna vomit out of nervousness the whole way here,” you said, finding comfort in the sweet scent of Aomine’s cologne and the sound of his light chuckle.

Aomine finally broke away from the hug, cupping your face in his hands as his dark blue eyes met yours. “You’ve officially made this the best birthday I’ve had in a while,” he grinned, his lips were so close that you could feel his breath on your skin.

“You’re welcome, stupid,” you replied in what was barely a whisper, your eyes darting between his eyes and lips before he finally closed the gap. His lips were soft against yours. Even though he’d been waiting for this moment for ages, he wanted to savour it. There was no need for him to go all in. He just wanted to melt into your touch and bask in your gentleness. The world finally stopped spinning; as your fingers ran through his hair, he did his best to remember this moment. Your soft touch, your fresh scent, the sound of your gentle breaths— he wanted to remember every single bit of you that made his day.

[pillow-anime-talk]

i love girls month ; twenty-first day.

synopsis: Spicy facts and much more.

# tags: scenario; friendship; party night; comedy; fluff; manager!reader; mention of alcohol and sex; gossip; suggestive, maybe nsfw

includes: female reader ft. riko aida, satsuki momoi, alexandra gracia & masako araki {knb}

author’s note: my girlsssss!!

It was truly one of the best nights of your life; you felt refreshed and amused like never before in your several-year-old life. For the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel the pressure of victory, mental fatigue after training, your throat was relaxed, your muscles were not sore, and your head was not bursting with an excess of questions and plans.

You and four of your friends in the same trade were in the process of celebrating the end of the summer basketball competition; even if only one of your teams won, each of you was happy with the result and the overall flow of each match. Interviews, cheering fans, support from families and loved ones – it was something that each of you really loved, but still, peace, quiet, Martini and snacks were even better. MUCH BETTER.

During your nice evening, you talked a lot not only about the sport itself or your teams, but also about more private matters, such as the recent Misako’s boyfriend marriage proposal, Riko and Junpei’s first kiss... Alex showed you some photos of her new cat and Momoi admitted that she was going on a three-day vacation with her family soon. You also told some new facts about yourself – that you got a new earring, and that you recently, very accidentally, ran into one manga author in a ramen bar.

Somewhere between gossip, eating pasta with black bean sauce that you ordered some time ago, and drinking light drinks, the idea of ​​playing board and card games arose between the five of you. Due to the fact that you had the weekend off and Araki (still) lived alone and had understanding neighbors, you all agreed to play ‘Monopoly’, ‘Scrabble’ and ‘Two Truths and One Lie’. The latter, of course, was the spiciest, most fun, and plainly interesting.

“... Okay, so yeah...” The pink-haired girl started with a smile, and the rest of them looked at her curiously. “Number one ‘I have a twin brother who currently lives in Ireland and studies there too’, number two ‘When I was eight years old I thought my mom’s vibrator was actually a facial massager and I used to play with it until she took it from me’, and number three ‘For me: sex only after marriage’.”

“The worst part is that each one sounds like a lie.” You were serious and your friends just laughed.

“Last one, i guess. It’s a lie.” Alexandra said seriously, and after a while you nodded your head in agreement with her. “With all due respect, try what you will eat for the rest of your life.” She added, her cheeks pink with alcohol.

“... Damn. I guess, I’m weak at this game.”

“H-Hope this vibrator was sterilized...” Riko whispered, and the four slightly drunk women giggled once again.

“Yes, oh my God!”

“... Right, it’s time for me.” The former WNBA player smiled, then bit her lower lip. “First, ‘On my first vacation in Italy, I met a boy with whom I was in a long-distance relationship for the next three months, and then he broke up with me during the phone call’, second, ‘My parents thought I was a boy because the doctor misjudged my gender at first’ and third, ‘I once participated in a quadrangle with my bestie, her husband and their friend’.”

“In my opinion the first is false. You once admitted that you do not accept long-distance relationships.” The oldest of you said as she stirred the alcohol in her glass.

“Yeah, I don’t accept them because of this situation!” She laughed. “I was in a relationship like that and I was going to be a boy. My parents wanted to call me Sam!”

“You nasty freak.”

“Okay, time for me.” You said after a moment as you finished your drink. “Well, yes... Number one, ‘I used to go to the clubs a lot and had a lot of one night stands’, number two ‘I got offered to be a Rakuzan High coach’, and number three ‘I used to have a hamster but one night he came out of the terrarium and never came back...’.”

“If the second thing is true then I’m very impressed.” Brown haired girl admitted, and you just chuckled. “I think the third one is a lie. I remember you said something about the rabbit, not the hamster.”

“Well... no. I used to have a djungarian hamster. Rabbit too! But I had a hamster that I named ‘Bubo’... I don’t know why he ran away... And I hate clubs. Totally not my style!”

“I hate club parties too.” Satsuki shook her head and Riko backed her up.

“Oh, girls. There are a lot of things you have to learn...” Yosen manager started, and Alex just nodded.

“So the next meeting at the club, hehe?” The blonde girl clapped her hands, and you and two of your friends just groaned.

previous day ; kokomi teruhashi, mikoto aiura and kusuo saiki ♡ next day ; nene yashiro from toilet-bound hanako-kun

[shoichee]

Sooo you want angst? How about a fic/hc/scenario where a fem!reader who's friends with Aomine and liked for a long time (since Teiko) but Aho-mine takes her for granted because: 1. He knows she likes him 2. She's not like Horikita Mai 3. She's not affiliated to the basketball club. The reader is left heartbroken and eventually gave up. He only realized that how important she to him is when she's gone, and that he always liked her too when he sees her with someone else. (Bonus points if it's Kagami~) Especially when he sees that guy being all gentle and sweet. Angst and regrets for Aomine, but a bit fluffy for the reader~ "You'll never know what you have until you lose it, *Aho*mine"

Aomine x f!Reader

Word Count: 12,784

yes this is 39-40 pages on the doc, I’m warning you guys, it’s a bit long, but hey~ get your christmas reading in, I guess?

Note: I can’t believe I had to track down the general timeline for this to the point where I found a reddit thread that had the mangaka’s notes on these types of things. The dates given aren’t canon, but the months should be canon in terms of when mentioned canon events happen? The new school year date I’m 99% sure is correct, since it starts the day after spring break.

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[2 years ago]

“Hey…” a boy with cropped hair turned to you sheepishly with a friendly smile. “My bad, but… could you help me with these questions? I don’t really get it, and you seem to know your stuff.”

“Huh?” You looked up from your desk to see a bashful expression for him, clearly finding it embarrassing to ask for help. To help him save face, you quickly agreed, patting the empty table next to you for him to sit. It was before class, an ordinary day in Teiko, though nothing is really “ordinary” in a school like Teiko to begin with.

“Thanks,” he grinned at you.

You nodded at him before asking, “What is it you have trouble on… um…”

“Aomine Daiki,” he finished for you. “And on these questions. I don’t get them…”

“Okay, Aomine-san,” you nodded, leaning closer to properly read the questions. “Here’s how you do them…”

. . .

“Holy crap, you’re an actual life-saver!”

Aomine quickly rushed to the front of your desk after class to thank you, nearly scaring you out of your wits while you were clearing out your space.

“It’s nothing, really…” you insisted, putting your hands up out of shyness. Being praised out of nowhere like that definitely wasn’t a part of an “ordinary” day.

“I’m serious!” he shot back earnestly. “If it weren’t for you, I woulda failed that pop quiz…” He gulped at the thought of Akashi and Midorima figuring out his academic scores. “So I really appreciate you teaching me, even if you didn’t even know me at all!”

“Pfft,” you laughed. “You’re more than free to come ask me for help.”

“Oh yeah,” he turned to face you, with an expression oddly serious for someone like him. “I never got your name.”

You smiled at his outstretched hand and shook it with your own.

“(l/n) (y/n).”

———

[December 12th]

“Aomine!! You made Momoi cry again?”

“Shut up already, and quit naggin’ so much or you’ll grow wrinkles.”

You only give a huff of indignation before sending your best glare to him. He merely looks at you from the corner of his eyes before closing them with a sigh. That was an indication that he wanted this conversation to end—to change the subject elsewhere that wasn’t as annoying to think about.

“... Go easier on her, okay?” you give a sigh of your own before turning away from him. “She only does these things because she really cares for you. I’m really serious.”

Because I care too.

“Everyone worries for you… Kuroko has been really down in the dumps lately… did… something happen between the two of you?”

“You really are more annoying than Satsuki,” Aomine mumbles, getting up from his resting position to sit up with a slouch. You turn around to face him to participate in a banter again, but his pointed look at you stopped all the words from forming on your tongue. You only stare at him when he continues again. “Seriously, I just wanted a nap on the rooftop and you’re always pestering me, for what?” You furrowed your brows to snap at him.

“To practice, Aomine! Practice sucks, I get it. I personally would want to sleep and chill all day, too. But the fact is, everyone is doing their best on the courts, whether in games or drills, and I know that a part of you wants to also be at your best when the games come, so it’s just so frustrating to see you throw away practices like this—”

“What do you know about me?”

You flinch. You have his entire attention now, his sitting position turned completely to face you. His arm is propped up on a knee, and his lips are pulled in a taut line. What does he even mean…? You’ve been friends for years… right? You hesitate before continuing.

“... I might… not know you as well as Momoi, I know that for sure. And Kuroko, too—but when I see those two visibly upset for your sake, I just can’t help but hate to see how your friendships together are just—you guys were so close and then just, something must’ve happened—”

“Shut the fuck up already.” His eyes finally sharpen into a clarity that fully reflected anger. Clearly, your words touched a nerve. “People like you who act all high and mighty when you have no idea what you’re talking about are the most irritating.”

“... Did something happen at practice recently?”

He abruptly stands up before he walks to the ledge of the higher concrete structure, his back to you. You have no idea what his face looked like at the moment, but after a moment of tense silence, he finally lowered his head as if he thought hard about something.

“... You wouldn’t understand.”

And with that, he jumps down, not even bothering to use the ladder to get down. A harsh screech of the bulky door was the only indication that Aomine left the rooftop to no doubt sleep somewhere else. Silence follows.

“I wouldn’t understand… huh…” you whisper out to no one in particular, staring at the city view obstructed by the safety fencing around the rooftop. You bite your lip in hopes of tamping down the awful feelings threatening to bubble out of you—the powerlessness in helping the person you love; the frustration of him never opening up to you; the lost isolation of being constantly left in the dust. This wasn’t the first time he did this to you, always storming off in his own tantrum when you confronted him on these matters—you weren’t a stranger to them at all. You’ve known him for nearly three years now—you shouldn’t be surprised. So why… why do you feel this way now?

But he’s never lashed out on you like this… ever.

You rapidly blink in hopes of regaining your composure, the kind that would pretend everything was okay and that his words didn’t really hurt you at all.

Yet, even when your lips begin to quiver uncontrollably, your eyes take on a glint of determination, your mind made up. It’s been years since you’ve known him, and you’re going to try to get to the bottom of this.

I want to understand him.

———

[December 13th]

“Aomine doesn’t hate you, (l/n)-san.”

“Eh?” You shoot your head up at Kuroko’s words. You decided to look for Kuroko the next day to confide in him about what happened at the rooftop, even when you two aren’t particularly close to each other. But you knew that Kuroko wouldn’t turn you down if matters were about the Generation of Miracles, let alone Aomine. Kuroko is just far too kind to turn away from people in need of help. Even when you know he’s busy, he insists that you two sit together on a bench to talk things out.

“I… I don’t know,” you whisper. “I think I said something that seriously messed up our friendship.” Kuroko offers you a consoling pat on the head when he sees you trying to hold back tears.

“Aomine-kun… tends to say things he doesn’t mean when he’s angry.” Kuroko sighs a bit, but something lurks deep within his eyes before it disappears altogether. “He’s going through a tough time right now, so I think it’s best to give him space.”

“A tough time?” You widen your eyes a bit before turning away. How come Momoi never told you this? Why didn’t Aomine confide in you? “... May I ask what happened?”

“... As much as I want to tell you,” he begins, “it’s not in my place to say. You’d have to ask Aomine-kun himself when he’s ready.” He drops his hand from the top of your head and faces ahead of him, presumably observing people walking by you two as a form of distraction. He’s thinking about something, and you feel that this conversation has been progressively turning more intrusive on your end. You opt to also stare at the passersby while you ask the next pressing question in your mind.

“Then, is it in your place to tell me what happened between you and Aomine?” You instantly regret your question when you see Kuroko stiffen up and bow his head lower to hide his face. “I… just wanted to ask, because I don’t like seeing how you two practically became strangers in a day, when you guys used to hang out so much, as if you two were inseparable… I thought Aomine’s foul moods lately were because of that… but—you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to!” You add the last part in a rush in fear of sounding too demanding.

“Yeah…” he trails off in response. “It’s a bit complicated… I’m still not sure what happened either. It was during our game against Kamizaki when Aomine-kun changed.”

“Oh… Kamizaki…” you reply, uncertainty taking over your voice as you scramble your brain to try to figure out a connection, but to no avail. You mentally curse yourself for not knowing enough about the sport to help out Aomine. “Um, Kamizaki is…?”

Kuroko, thankfully noticing your confusion, patiently explains the context. “Kamizaki is one of the strong teams that gave us a hard time during one of our national matches last year. Aomine had been looking forward to going against them again.”

“Ah!” you chime as if a lightbulb went off in your head. “So you guys lost this year?”

“No, we won that game.”

“Then…” you mumble, furrowing your brows. “I don’t get it… he’s upset that he won?”

(“You wouldn’t understand.”)

“I think it’s something more than that.” Kuroko gets up from the bench while facing you. “Sorry, it’s almost time for practice. I’ll have to get going soon, (l/n)-san. And please don’t be disheartened by Aomine’s words.”

“I’ll try to apologize to him and make amends,” you say with a smile. “If he can scare me away that easily, then I have no right to call myself his friend!” Kuroko gives a small nod and a miniscule smile of his own as he readjusts his book bag on his shoulder.

You only give an automatic wave and nod of your own before he turns to walk away. You, however, miss the somber light in his eyes as he departs for the gym.

———

[December 16th]

You constantly tail after him like a lost puppy at every chance you get, Aomine notes, watching you dash to him with a wave of your arm and a huge smile the moment the school bell signaled the end of the day. He frowns a bit when your eyes fall to the ground when you stop in front of him. Surprisingly, he’s being patient, waiting for you to face him and say what you needed to say. A part of him doesn’t like the troubled look on your face.

“I’m sorry.”

He’s absolutely bewildered, his face giving away what he felt. There’s no way he expected to be forgiven so easily after what he said to you. As much as he knew that he meant every word he said, there was a bitter aftertaste in his mouth after he harshly reprimanded you the other day. You didn’t really deserve him lashing out on you.

“Huh?” He narrows his eyes as he takes a closer read at your face and body language. What the hell? Were you messing with him? “What are you doing?” A rhetorical question he proposed, knowing that no sane person would be this apologetic for something he knew was the one more at fault in the situation. His pride refuses to let him voice out his thoughts though.

“No, really. I’m really sorry for what I said a couple days ago. It was out of line and not in my place to speak when I don’t even know the whole situation and still assume things… so…” you trail off, scratching your cheek in trying to summon up the rest of the words you practiced for your apology for the entire day prior to meeting up with Aomine.

“Oh…” he blinks at your words, replaying the scene at the rooftop in his mind. “That? It’s whatever. Don’t think too much of it.” It’s not really your fault.

“Argh, I’m serious about this, y’know!” you scowl, a complete 180 from the uncertainty on your face seconds earlier. “How could you forget it already?” Despite your words, you’re relieved that he didn’t come to hate you. Besides spending the day practicing your dreaded apology, you spent another day coming to terms with the high possibility that he’d hate you for the rest of his life… and thus, you played out nearly every scenario in your head in how you’d have to beg for forgiveness or find ways to be in his good graces again. The woes of liking someone like Aomine Daiki really came to bite you in the ass quite frequently recently.

Aomine’s eyes follow your hand gestures and explosive outburst before they fall to your side in a weird moment of silence coming from you. You’re thinking about something unnecessary, it seems.

Your thoughts are interrupted when he lightly flicks your forehead. “O-Ow! What the hell?!”

“You’re thinking way too hard about this. Don’t worry about it.” He’s back to his normal self, face impassive once more as he looks down at you. “Geez… you take things way too seriously.”

“R-Right…” you mumble, clearing your throat after a few seconds of him staring at you. “Anyways… I made an extra bento box today, considering that I heard from Momoi that you’re always stealing food from everyone when you’re hungry… just take it. As a token of apology, or something…” With that, you pull out the lunch from your bag and nearly chuck it at him out of embarrassment before you run out the opposite direction where you came from.

“Heh…” he huffs out a chuckle, half-exhale, before looking at the bento box in his hand. “Token of apology, huh…” He opens up the lid to find every part of the lunch meticulously cooked and delicately placed. Octo-dogs were placed in the corner on top of a small pile of rice, while you made small veggie animals with shredded nori sprinkled generously around. A smirk grows on his face when he observes how much work you actually put into it, and if anyone who knew him saw him right now, they might dare to call his smirk somewhat boyish. “Now that’s a load of crap if I’ve ever heard one in a while, (y/n).”

Now… where should he nap for today? He didn’t want to go back to the rooftop for a while, now that either you or Momoi might come up again to disturb him, and there aren’t a lot of locations who can offer that same level of quiet. Aomine grabs an octo-dog to munch on while he walks down the hallway, thinking about where to go for today. That is, until he hears hurried footsteps that he’s very much grown accustomed to for many years now.

“Dai-chan!” Momoi huffs out of breath before she slows down her running to match his stride. “You didn’t even wait for me to get out of class! You’re such a meanie, ugh!”

“Yeah, yeah…” he automatically replies, already drowning out her voice as he keeps walking. He grabs a cat-shaped carrot to pop into his mouth before noisily chewing it to further block out her chattering of anything that may have happened in the Teiko practices lately. Momoi suddenly stops her usual chirping to tippy-toe to get a better look at what he’s holding.

“Eh? Isn’t that (y/n)-chan’s… lunch?” Momoi’s inquisitive voice brought him out of his mind at the mention of your name. He turns to look down at her pouting face.

“Huh? What about her?”

“Don’t tell me you stole it from her! Mou, if you’re gonna keep doing this to people, at least spare (y/n)-chan! Actually, you should stop stealing people’s lunches—”

“Tch,” he clicks his tongue. “Don’t get it twisted, Satsuki. (y/n) gave me one. Said she had an extra.”

“Oh… I… see,” she drops any further assumptions and turns rather thoughtful, something that Aomine never associates with anything good if her mind wasn’t thinking about something basketball-related.

“You better not think of anything stupid,” he says, proceeding to lazily pick up another octo-dog while picking up his walking speed. Momoi, noticing that he’s trying to divert the topic, also picks up her pace to catch up to him.

“(y/n)-chan is a nice girl, isn’t she?”

“Huh?” He stops walking abruptly. Momoi, in trying to catch up, bumps into Aomine’s back before she takes a few steps back to face an annoyed Aomine. “What the hell’s that gotta do with anything?”

“Nothing like that,” she responds, still deep in thought. She continues with a concerned tone of voice. “Just treat her nicely okay? I saw her crying the other day with Tetsu-kun when I was looking for him.”

“And you think it’s my fault for making her cry,” he coldly finishes her thought, not liking where the conversation is going.

“I-I didn’t say that!” Momoi raises her voice defensively, surprised at his unusual reaction. “I was just trying to see if you knew anything about it, Ahomine! Besides, I’m just warning you to be gentle with her or else you’ll never stop hearing it from me!”

“First you’re gonna nag me about basketball, and now this thing with (y/n)? You’re not my damn mom.”

“Because I know you’re never honest about your feelings!” she retorted, getting straight to the point. “If you’re gonna be an asshole, leave her out of it, seriously! (y/n)-chan’s my friend, so any business she has with you is also mine!”

“What (y/n) does is none of my business.” His voice takes on a more hostile tone. “Unlike you, I don’t hover over her constantly.”

“Liar,” she hisses, dropping her playfulness. “Then what was that whole thing about when you scared off some guys who were going after (y/n)-chan two weeks ago? You clearly were around her a lot more to the point where even Tetsu-kun asked me if you had a thing for her!”

Something rises within Aomine when he hears Momoi’s accusations—sickenly warm and terribly uncomfortable, as if his entire body was feeling the effect of pin needles from lack of blood flow. Whatever it is, he hates it.

“I don’t care if they wanna get close to (y/n) all they want. They were invading my damn personal space,” he spits out. “Those dickheads aren’t her type anyways.”

“So you like her then—”

“Hell no,” he scoffs with an inscrutable expression. “She’s definitely not my type. Let’s get that straight, Satsuki.” He finally decides to look at Momoi with his peripheral vision, but all he discerns is her face clearly glaring at him. “The hell are you looking at me like that? Are you gonna tell me that I can’t have a preference now?”

Momoi softens her harsh expression at his question. “Well… no, but…” She stops before she sighs and decides to drop her interrogation. “I just have that womanly instinct, you know? I think (y/n)-chan might see you as—”

“... I know.” His tone becomes one of defeat, his face also softening from his usual frowning countenance.

“Dai-chan…?” Momoi, immediately noticing his change, tries to look at his face to peer into his eyes, but Aomine averts his eyes away under her scrutiny. “You’re going to have to at least tell her, you know that, right…?”

He grunts under his breath as his only response, but his eyes fixating on your half-eaten bento as he keeps walking ahead speaks volumes to Momoi about his inner turmoil.

She drops the subject for his sake.

———

[January 17th]

You’ve stopped bugging Aomine about basketball entirely.

Bringing it up, you reason, seems to be a really sore spot for him as of late, and it’s hypocritical of you to lecture him on it when you have no clue on the topic to begin with. Maybe you can entrust that role completely to Momoi… after all, he’s much closer to her than he is with you. Maybe instead of “being his mom,” like Aomine says, perhaps you should take the time to observe and appreciate the things around you and mind your own business. Like the trees starting to bud… the refreshing breeze… and white noise of students excitedly talking to each other as they pass by buildings… the therapeutic page flips next to you as Aomine slouches to get himself comfortable on the concrete. Though, that’s what you tell yourself as you continue to hear Aomine give an occasional hum of approval.

The knowledge of the content inside those pages isn’t therapeutic in the slightest. But you’d rather endure your petty feelings of jealousy than to risk upsetting him again. You clench your skirt pleats with every increasing number of page-turns you hear… he’s been going through his new collection a lot faster than usual, too…

You hone your focus on your modern history worksheet on your lap instead, hoping that staring at the printed figure of Yamagata Aritomo hard enough could somehow transport you into Meiji-era Japan and escape your current predicament. Still, you’re grateful that you have the chance to sit next to him at the usual rooftop once again. You don’t know how exactly you two agreed to come up to share the space again, but when you decided to come up to the rooftop on a whim, Aomine was already there. All he said was a lazy “yo” before he went back to reading his issues, which you took as a way for him to tell you that he didn’t mind your presence. And you settled yourself a few feet away from him, making yourself comfortable on the concrete before settling down your bag. Hence, leading up to this point… which you sort of regret being here now.

No matter, if you’re already here, you might as well actually start studying for your high school entrance exams. Normally you’d also turn to Aomine to scold him to take his studies just as seriously, but when you habitually turn to face him and open your mouth… you stop.

What am I thinking? You’re not his mom, remember, (y/n)? You want him to see you as a desirable woman. Stop being naggy!

You give a wry smile to yourself, watching Aomine at peace in this shared moment between the two of you, even if his object of his undivided attention was Horikita Mai.

It’s okay… you think. As long as I get to remain by his side like this, I won’t ask for more.

You force yourself to peel your gaze away from him to look back at the historical figure printed rather crookedly on the paper. You resolve yourself to pick up your pencil and start writing.

You don’t really know how much time passes between the two of you. It could’ve been only thirty minutes; it could’ve been a couple hours. But you begin to find solace with the rhythm of the graphite sliding across your paper, your mind too occupied with recalling lecture notes and your ears too filled with the sound of your pencil scurrying across the print to register anything on Aomine’s end. At last, you finish the last short-answer question on the page, and you gently drop your pencil as your body finally releases all the pent-up tension. Shifting your seating position slightly, you dare to take a peek at the ace of Teiko…

… only to find that his eyes were on you.

Both of you jump and look away at the unexpected shared eye contact, both equally mortified that the other had caught each other staring.

“S-Sorry…” you mumble, “I was just checking on you after I was done with work on my end…”

“Tch… you got too quiet, so I thought you got replaced or somethin’...” he trails off before he goes back to his usual cocky self. “Seeing your ugly face though was more than enough proof that you’re still here.”

You gape at him. “Eh?! What’s that supposed to mean, Ahomine!? Like you’re one to talk, stupid!”

He lazily blinks before putting a pinky in his ear to further irritate you. “Dunno, whenever you’re here, you usually get steam coming out of your nose, like some folklore monster.”

“What?!” you gasp. “I do not!”

“Just like that.”

“Geez…!” you click your tongue, turning away from him to disengage from the banter. “I might have an ugly face, but your nasty attitude won’t get you anyone either, idiot.”

“So what?” he shrugs languidly. “All I need is Horikita Mai-chan, anyways.”

You involuntarily grimace at his serious tone… even if there was (or so you hope) a slight chance that he’s just joking. Thankfully, your face was already turned away for him to notice.

“Yeah, yeah,” you sigh, trying to sound casual. “All those magazines are pretty self-explanatory, y’know.” You then nod your head in his direction, referring to a few scattered booklets strewn around his legs. Turning away, you stretch your legs out, put your things back in your bag, and get up to stand with one final stretch.

“You’re leavin’ already?” he raises a brow at your sudden movement.

“You know that sitting on cement like that for so long isn’t ideal for studying,” you half-chide, inwardly thankful that coming up with excuses has become much easier lately. “I’m probably gonna head home right now before it gets too dark. Are you really gonna stay here all day?”

“I’m too tired to move.”

“You’re so childish, you know that?” You give a small laugh at his antics. “Well, do whatever you need to do. I’ll be on my way. Seeya.”

You skip a bit, eager that you get to escape without raising any suspicions. Aomine might not excel academically, but he isn’t stupid… quite the opposite, in fact. You often get annoyed at how sharp he gets for the most random situations.

“Oi.”

You’re on the first ladder step going down when he calls out, freezing as you grip the sides of the ladder. You watch him get up into a comfortable sitting position, before he looks at you for a bit.

“Er… did you want something?” you tilt your head in slight confusion.

“Never mind,” he sighs. “... Had something on my mind, then forgot. Make me a bento for tomorrow, yeah?”

“He averts his gaze when he lies,” Kuroko said.

You were walking home together, deciding that visiting the convenience store for a quick snack would be a good detour.

“Who?” you stopped licking your ice pop to look at Kuroko’s stare boring into you.

“Aomine-kun.”

“Eh? Why are you telling me this?” you raised a brow at the odd turn of conversation.

He only gave you a knowing look that you couldn’t completely understand before he replied: “I noticed he had this habit recently, and I was wondering if you also noticed it too, seeing that you guys hang out a lot, (l/n)-san. Even if we grew distant, he’s still an important friend to me, so I was hoping if you knew something that was possibly troubling him. I did tell him that I wasn’t going to make him tell me anything he wasn’t comfortable with.”

“No,” you shook your head. “But I’ll keep your words in mind.”

“Thank you.” He smiled. “If you ever have something that’s troubling you, you can come talk to me. You’re my friend, too.”

He’s not looking at you.

You open your mouth to ask what he was about to say, but you close it just as quickly. It’s not your business to prod, after all. Your own gaze skids away while your lips pressed together.

“Well, then…” you say. “If that’s all, then I’ll be off. No promises on the bento, though.”

The sound of metal squeaking and clothes rustling follow your descent down the ladder before metal screeches echo as you open and close the door of the rooftop entrance.

(“You’re going to have to at least tell her, you know that, right…?”)

Aomine sighs loudly in annoyance before he goes back to indulging everything Horikita Mai had to offer in the 27th volume special.

———

[January 22nd]

“What did I say about taking (y/n)-chan’s food?!” Momoi trails after Aomine with a scowl as he continues to walk unbothered. “This is the 5th day in a row!”

“Is it really a problem if she lets me?” Aomine holds your bento box in one hand while covering his face with the other as he yawns. “You can ask her yourself if you don’t believe me.”

“You really don’t understand the heart of a lady—ugh! I swear, you’re as dumb as a rock!”

“Whatever.”

Momoi harshly knits her brows at his apathetic attitude towards you. What should she do? Should she tell you? Should she keep pushing Aomine to be honest? She swallows before deciding it best to keep quiet. But her heart hammers in fear of witnessing another friendship between you, Aomine, and herself crumbling before her eyes again.

Dai-chan… she thinks, looking at his back as he munches on your onigiri. Stop being an idiot for once, would you?

———

[March 1st]

“Thanks,” he says, immediately snatching your bento box out of your hands the moment you pulled it out of your bag.

“What the hell?!” you glare at him, putting your hands to your hips.

“I know you packed an extra one, (y/n). Don’t get mad at me now.” He merely picks up the chopsticks before digging into the tempura. “Ish perrty good shrimp.”

You widen your eyes, forgetting completely to be angry at the sight of Aomine genuinely enjoying your cooking. You avert your gaze at the compliment. “T-Thanks…”

Aomine looks at you, the you that has grown to become compliant and bashful in his presence recently.

(“You’re going to have to at least tell her, you know that, right…?”)

He goes back to finishing your lunch instead of thinking about the difficult things. A part of him likes the current dynamic you two share recently, a nice balance between entertaining banter, peaceful privacy (especially when you stopped yapping his ear off as of late), and free food. Saying the things that Momoi wants him to say could ruin everything you two had. So he doesn’t say anything.

Since when did you start making him lunch every day without him saying anything? It’s been a month since this started, ever since he made that one off-comment about making him lunch to throw you off from his uncharacteristic silence. You never complained that it was too much work, and you certainly never slacked off on your craft when it came to your bento boxes. Every lunch he’s eaten from you was carefully curated and cooked to near perfection.

It’s unfair for you, he knew. What would he say though? He’s never been one with words at all. He frowns.

“Something wrong with my lunch?” you tease, and he looks up to see you staring at him so fondly.

Quit looking at me like that…

“Tch, it’s edible enough,” he slightly sulks at your good-natured tease before shoving another helping into his mouth.

“Say,” you begin, eagerly leaning forward to get his attention. “What school are you thinking of enrolling in a couple weeks?”

“None of your business,” he snorts, already satisfied at seeing your fond, sappy look turning into a more combative expression. There it is.

“Oh come on!” you insist. “So you already chose a school without telling me? Let me guess, it’s one of those… Kings of… schools—the really strong schools for basketball?”

“Three Kings of Tokyo,” he corrects you. “Nah.”

“Tell me,” you huff with your arms crossed. “Or I’m not making you bento anymore, and you can starve to death.”

“Geez, I was about to tell you anyways,” he drawls, already finishing the last bite. “That one school called Touou.”

“Huh? But I’ve never really heard of that school from anywhere though, especially for basketball.”

“Yeah, got an offer, though.”

“Oh…” you hum, packing away your own lunch into your bag. “If that’s the case, I might consider that school too, then.”

“Hah?” He raises a brow. “Why?” He puts his utensils down to look at your figure.

“Uh…” you mumble, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “Someone’s gotta have to keep you in check, right? Besides, I personally don’t have any idea where to go yet either.”

“If you’re just coming to tag along with me,” Aomine begins, narrowing his eyes. “Forget it. Satsuki is already coming with me, no matter how much I tell her to buzz off. I don’t need another person to nag me 24/7.”

“But—!” you counter, raising your eyes to meet his own. “How are you gonna manage with lunch and all?”

“I’m not a kid, (y/n), and you know that,” he coolly responds. “They have cafeterias, vending machines, and fast food spots. I can manage without you.”

“Um, even so…” you argue, though your voice dwindles at his strong attempts of pushing you away. You feel uneasy at the inevitable argument that’s to come right around the corner. “I’m not as easy to get rid of either like Momoi, you know that more than anyone, too.”

Goddamn it, why were you so stubborn at the wrong times? Can’t you take a hint?

(“You’re going to have to at least tell her, you know that, right…?”)

“Look…” he sighs, eyes looking straight at you to convey his message across. “I know you like me, and all. But you’re not my type. I don’t see you that way.”

But even though he tries his damn hardest to look at you, he can’t. He chickens out at the last sentence and looks away.

“I-I… I know… I’ve known,” you weakly reply. “But staying by your side as friends is more than what I can ask for. I value our friendship more than anything else.”

“And I’m not the guy for you, either,” he carefully continues. “Can’t believe I’m sayin’ this, but choose a school for your own good—”

“Who are you to decide whether or not you’re good for me?” you snap, visibly frustrated at the turn of events. Weren’t you two just enjoying each other’s presence a few minutes ago? Was it all in your head? “I make the choice of whether or not I want to spend time with you! And you know how persistent I can be… I’m sure Touou has a really good curriculum and selection of extracurriculars, too, I can make it work—”

“You’re an actual dumbass,” he hisses, his short temper getting the better of him after you went hostile on him. How could you not see his point? “How does this shit keep flying over your head?”

You flinch, the feeling so familiar to the time he lashed out on you at the rooftop. He’s glaring into your widened eyes, but he doesn’t care right now, the words he’s been struggling to form and tell you for months now flowing out of him with no filter. If he only realized you liked him a couple months back, how long have you actually liked him? A year? More than that? The adrenaline right now is the only crutch in giving him the courage to give you some type of closure you deserved, even if a part of him hates to see you upset.

“... The hell’s that supposed to mean…?” Your voice cracks at the end, and your hands grip the straps of your book bag so hard they’re shaking.

Where’s the boy I liked from 2 years ago?

“I mean exactly what I said,” he spits out, his own frown further deepening into a visible crease on his face. “Look, (y/n), you can’t keep tailing after me forever. That’s hella annoying.”

“What about Momoi…?” you whisper. “I get that you’re childhood friends, but how come you always let her stay by your side?”

“Look,” he shoots back. “Satsuki is different—”

“Aomine-kuuuun!” Momoi’s voice rings across campus, and Aomine whirls around to see her running to him at breakneck speed. “Hey, hey! There’s a new coffee shop around the corner! We should totally try it together! I’ll even pay for you if you ask nicely enough…”

You stare at the floor, trying to hold back unshed tears by gripping your bag straps even harder. “... Excuse me.”

“Wha–hey!” Aomine turns back to face where he presumed you were at, only to see you gone from his sight.

“... Was that (y/n)-chan?” Momoi shoots a curious glance behind his back.

“Tch, don’t worry about it.” He gives a long, winded sigh before scratching the back of his head. “Just leave her be.”

She only gives a worried look at him before she continues with her prior conversation.

———

[March 4th]

You avoid him for the next few days… that much he expects. He’ll never say it out loud, but he finds it sort of amusing to see you try to keep yourself completely hidden from him. The way you duck when you see him; the way you scramble to grab your belongings before you book it; the way you try to run so fast to escape his line of vision when he can easily catch up to you if he just jogs. But he doesn’t.

Because even though he’s a bit bummed about what happened the other day, he now doesn’t feel the pressure to stick around you just to build up his courage to finally give you that closure.

It feels quite nice to not have any obligations and demands expected of Momoi or you. Naps have never been so peaceful now that his sense of conscientiousness has been relieved. Other than Momoi occasionally bothering him, but that’s manageable… he’s quite used to that.

He’s not 100% used to not seeing you around him every day, though.

It’s probably for the best.

Still, maybe he was too harsh on you (like always). But there’s no way in hell he’s going to march up to you and grab your arm while you’re running and then apologize. That might give you the wrong idea—

“Pssst, hey, (y/n)-san seems distant from Aomine, lately.” A small group of people huddled around a desk, surrounding a guy sitting on it, who appears to be the source of the voice.

“Weird, isn’t it? She follows him around every day, and he’s always guarding her or something.”

Bullshit. He doesn’t “guard” her—his resting bitch face and his ridiculous athletic build have always been advantageous for both (y/n) and Momoi to repel off the creeps. Not that he cared. It’s only when they get so noisy and too close in his bubble that he gives them verbal threats of violence. And that almost always works to scare them away.

“Think I can have a chance with her this time?”

“I dunno… (y/n)’s not the passive type to go along with it. I mean how else could she deal with Aomine every day?”

“... You’re right.”

“I mean… there’s Momoi…”

Aomine sighs. They really have nothing better to do, huh.

They’re right that they’re the type of people (y/n) wouldn’t like in the slightest. He doesn’t know what you see in him, but at least your standards aren’t abysmally low where you’d happily go along with one of them. He scoffs to himself in a way to mock their desperate attempts.

They don’t know what’s coming to them if they actually were serious about dating her. Avoiding her romantic advances is like dodging a bullet, actually.

He kinda misses your cooking, though. His self-assured grin instantly flips into a frown at the stray thought.

———

[March 5th]

Imagine his unadulterated shock when he sees you casually walk up to his desk and drop a wrapped package of (what he assumes) his bento box the next day.

“What,” you dryly say. “Did you think you could get rid of me that easily?”

“... Whatever.” He merely eyes the lunch before he carefully tries to get a read on your face. Holy shit, you look awful, eyes slightly puffy probably from all the crying you did behind closed doors. He chooses not to acknowledge the weird pang his heart does at the sight of you.

“Aw, don’t be like that,” you goad, though you sound a bit too exhausted to be provoking. “At least, until we graduate and go into our high schools, let me continue making lunch for you. As… a symbol of our… good friendship.” You hesitate to try to find the right phrasing for the last part… Now that you really thought about it these past few days… were you two really friends? You just bothered and tagged along with Aomine your entire three years here at Teiko, and you always tried to cater your schedule and interests around him. Here you were, trying to understand him as best as you can.

Did he even try to understand me at all the entire time we’ve known each other?

“... What’s your game?” he says, clearly thrown off guard, He opts to look away from you to stare at the window by his desk. “... Did I not make it clear last time?”

“Yeah, yeah… I know.” You give a sad smile before your grin grows unnaturally wider to hide your vulnerabilities. “You were unusually honest. So honest, it threw me off.”

No more… I’m not opening my heart to you any longer.

“Are you here to just embarrass me or something for revenge?”

“No one has that type of deplorable thinking like you,” you chastise, seemingly back to your old self. “Besides, we’re friends, first and foremost, and I can’t ignore a friend in need. You were probably starving yourself like an idiot, or something.”

Aomine was still facing the windowsill, but at your words, his eyes flitted to look at you once more. “... You sound like Tetsu.”

“Oh wow!” you gasp, putting a hand to your mouth in surprise. “How’d you know we’re dating?”

He whips his head to you. “What?! What the hell are you talking about?—”

“Kidding,” you interrupt him before he gets too explosive on you. “You can’t be that much of an idiot to not be able to call out that bluff.”

“Screw off.”

He can only click his tongue in absolute annoyance as he hears you laugh to yourself walking out of the room before the school bell rings.

Yeah, you're definitely back to your normal self.

He’s a bit reassured that he’ll still have you in his life.

———

[March 15th]

It’s been two weeks since Aomine completely crushed your hopes of a romantic relationship with him. You don’t feel okay, not at all, but you’re eagerly counting down the days before you can go to Seirin with Kuroko.

And no, you never planned to go in order to be by Kuroko’s side. It was a mere coincidence that you found out.

[March 8th]

“(l/n)-san, what’s wrong?” Kuroko sipped his vanilla shake, popping up out of nowhere while you were in the middle dwelling in your negative thoughts alone at your table. Your burger was left half-eaten, and your fries got cold.

“EEP!” You were shocked out of your daze, jumping in your seat. You eyed a worried Kuroko across the table. “Ah, geez, it’s just you. When’d you get here?”

“For a while actually,” he admitted. “I first called out your name from afar, but it didn’t seem like you noticed me.”

“Well,” you sweatdropped. “I don’t think I would’ve noticed you anyways under any other circumstances…”

“When you’re upset…” Kuroko said. “You have your own habit of looking down, whether it’s your lap, the floor, or what’s in front of you.”

“Leave it up to you to easily figure that out,” you sighed. “You’re always with me when I’m thinking about something dumb or just messed up. Sorry that you constantly have to deal with that.”

“It’s not a problem, (l/n)-san.”

“Yeah…” you mumbled. “So, I’m gonna get straight to the point… Aomine knew he liked me, and yeah, it didn’t end well…”

“Ah.”

“Don’t worry, though,” you reassured him. “I knew all along that it would… end up this way.”

“... Even if you hoped for more?”

“I can’t help that, can I?” you sighed again. “Anyways, right now, I was thinking about what I want to do after I graduate from Teiko… I never thought about these things like that. ‘Cause, you know, I thought I could figure things out on the go while being by both Aomine’s side… but I guess he’s right that I shouldn’t mindlessly follow him everywhere… and Momoi has her own plans of going to Touou as their basketball manager. I should leave those two be.”

Kuroko stayed silent for you to continue.

“Seirin seems like a good school… It’s new, but it has really good facilities, and even if I don’t know what to do, it seems like it can give lots of good opportunities, and if anything, it can give me a fresh start.”

Kuroko slightly widened his eyes. You noticed and tilted your head for him to explain his reaction.

“I’m also going to attend Seirin.”

“E-Eh?!! That’s a scary coincidence… What’s your reason for picking it?”

“... They seem to have a good basketball team,” he quietly replied, his eyes looking as if they’re looking so far back. “I like their teamplay. I’ve been wanting to be in that type of team for a long time.”

“I see…” you murmured. For a moment, you noticed Kuroko’s pained look… but remembering Aomine’s words about being nosy, you decided not to press into it.

You give a long sigh again. And here you thought that you can end your last year at Teiko well and happily. Right now, you would usually look for Aomine in his usual spots: Maji Burger, the school rooftop, or the local park. It’s different now. Sitting on an empty table outside to finish up the rest of those pesky kanji worksheets, you finally truly take in your surroundings… the trees starting to bloom this time… the refreshing breeze… and white noise of students excitedly talking to each other as they pass by buildings… but there are no longer the therapeutic sounds of page flips next to you as Aomine slouches to get himself comfortable on the concrete. Though, you pretend you’re next to him as you continue to somehow hear Aomine give an occasional hum of approval at whatever filthy page he feasted his eyes on.

Once again, the knowledge of the content inside those pages you imagined isn’t therapeutic in the slightest.

It hurts.

And there’s no way you can focus on the questions, not when thoughts of Aomine continue to pervade and fill up every damn crevice��every crook and cranny—of your mind.

Were you missing something? Were you not pretty enough? Were you not relatable enough? Was there another way for Aomine to consider seeing you as a romantic partner?

For the first time, you really let the implications of Aomine’s words sink in… If you had more agency—more independence—in the first place, would he have considered letting you tag along to Touou? What if… you had more knowledge on basketball like Momoi?—

“(y/n)-chan…!”

A familiar, chirpy voice breaks you out of your wallow in self-pity and a flash of pink fills your vision. Of course your thoughts accidentally summoned her here, you wrly think. Momoi represented the complete opposite of your current emotional state, flouncing around quite cheerfully to grab your attention. Though, if you are completely honest, she has the same look of sorrow in her eyes similar to Kuroko’s.

“What’s wrong, Momoi?” you ask, giving her a reassuring smile to encourage her to share her potential troubles.

“Eh…? What’s wrong with me?” she frowns in confusion.

“You look a bit down, that’s all. You and Kuroko share the same look in your eyes sometimes.”

“Oh…” she averts her gaze. Normally, she would squeal about having something in common with her “true love,” but she takes on a somber note of acknowledgment. “I guess you can say that… but more importantly!” She directs the subject of conversation to you. “You! (y/n)-chan! You look like you need more comfort than me.”

She takes a seat next to you and eyes at your worksheets, noting the sporadic dried splotches across the paper. You’ve been crying.

“I guess it takes a sad person to know another one,” you joke, though your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes. Momoi frowns at her only friend (besides the GoM) in such a distressed state, even if she knows you’re actively trying to hide it.

“It’s about Dai-chan, isn’t it?”

“Ah…” you look down at your worksheets. “So you knew.”

“Sorry…” she murmurs. “I told him to be gentle and honest with you.”

“Well he certainly gave me the latter,” you softly laugh. “Hey, hey… there’s no need to be down for my sake.” You immediately reach out to gently ruffle her hair with a head pat. She widens her eyes at the unexpected physical contact.

“Sorry, did I push my boundaries?”

“No, no…!” she denies, shaking her head to reassure you. “You reminded me of Tetsu-kun right now… that’s all.”

“Huh, I guess he’s been rubbing off on me,” you muse. A thought comes to you. “Actually, can I ask you something?”

“Eh?” She blinks. “Sure, I’ll try my best to answer whatever it is.”

You finally look up to face Momoi head on. “Was I ever too overbearing on Aomine? I wonder if I crossed any boundaries with him at any point. If you noticed anything at any point, please tell me everything.”

“No,” she firmly reassures. “You didn’t do anything wrong at all. Dai-chan is the real idiot here. You’ve only done what’s best for him, and I would’ve done the same in your place.”

“Pfft, he always calls us nagging grandmas, doesn’t he?”

“Right? He has no tact, at all!” Momoi huffs, puffing out her cheeks in a pout. “Despite all that, he cares for you, (y/n)-chan. I’m serious. Even if he’ll never admit it like the idiot that he is.”

You give a rueful smile. “Thank you, Momoi.”

Turning away from Momoi, you look up at the trees, so full of flowers that it fills the void in your heart by gazing at them. You sense that she’s also doing the same.

“... Hey, Momoi?”

“... yes?”

“You love Kuroko, don’t you?” You turn back to face Momoi. She gives an innocent simper at the mere mention of his name.

“I do. But even though he’s not the type to date, I want to be by his side.”

You smile too, her joy too contagious to ignore, but that smile somewhat deflates when your thoughts go back to Aomine against your will.

“Hey… how do you love someone who doesn’t love you back?”

She pauses and takes in the many implications of your question. “I don’t know,” she admits. “It just happens, you can’t always control it… I’ll wait for Tetsu-kun, even if it’s the most idiotic thing to do. I just can’t help it. That’s what love is, I think.”

“I see…”

“It’s not for everyone. Loving someone like that.”

“I thought I could do that…” Your whisper comes out so hoarse. “With Aomine—I thought… as long as I got to be by his side, I wouldn’t ask for more… but it hurts to go back to being friends—it hurts to see him… I don’t want to see him anymore.” The last part of your confession ends up being a choked sob.

“Shhh…” she hushes you to console you. “It’s okay, it’s good to cry it out.” She rubs down your back as tears endlessly plop onto your worksheets, no doubt ruined by now.

“Please… please don’t tell—”

“I won’t tell anything to Dai-chan… I promise.”

Dai-chan… were you truly honest with (y/n)-chan?

———

[April 6th]

“Aomine-kun! There you are! Where were you? Sheesh, we don’t want to miss the entrance ceremony!”

Aomine towers over the crowd, his eyes clearly scanning—looking—for something amidst the countless students walking around and socializing amongst one another. Even as Momoi tugs on his new uniform blazer (not properly worn, no doubt) to get him to walk, he stands to face the front gates expectantly.

“... Where’s (y/n)?”

“Huh?” Momoi looks at Aomine like he grew three legs. “She’s not at Touou, Ahomine. What are you even talking about?”

“... Thought she woulda tailed me here too.”

“You told her off to choose a different school!”

“I did not,” he grunts. “I told her to choose a school for a reason that’s not on me. Besides, my words never stopped her from annoying me all the time… Wait, when did you hear me say that?”

“You were shouting at her that day! Anybody nearby could’ve heard that!” She glares at him. “And well, those words of yours certainly stopped her now. Do you hear yourself right now?”

“The hell…” he ignores Momoi and curses, kicking the gravel before lazily walking with his hands in his pockets to his assigned seat for the ceremony. Of course, Momoi tails after him despite being pissed off.

Words from all the speeches from the faculty and student alumni went in one ear out the other for him in a continuous slur of nonsense. His body goes on autopilot, standing and sitting when everyone else does the same, while he continues to scan over the hundreds of heads, thinking he must’ve missed your dumbass by mistake. Of course he notices Momoi sitting a short distance away from him; the way everyone ogles at her is obnoxiously contagious and far from discreet.

But where are you?

———

[April 10th]

“... Do you mind if…” you hesitate, turning to Kuroko after he signs his name on the basketball club interest form. “... You teach me more about the sport?”

Kuroko looks at you curiously at your question, and you quickly clarify yourself. “It’s not for Aomine’s sake, or anyone else’s for the matter. I just want to watch a few of your practices, and things like that… it might be fun… I wanna try something new.” You give a small smile, albeit nervously. “I won’t be in the way, I promise—even if I don’t know what’ll be happening most of the time—”

“I’ll ask the coach when the time comes,” Kuroko reassures you, his own smile mirroring your own growing grin at his answer.

“Alrighty!” you cheer. You stop yourself when you see a student who easily towered over everyone at the basketball club booth. “What the… that guy’s a high school student?!”

“Oh,” Kuroko turns to where you were pointing. “He seems like someone with a hot temper.”

“Reminds me of a certain someone, doesn’t he, Kuroko…?” You give a soft elbow jab and a playful lilt, though both of you knew you were both still recovering from the emotional blows from last year.

He quietly nods before he follows you to the other club booths nearby.

———

[April 20th]

“Where did Kuroko go…!” You’re breathless at the bench, watching the game between Seirin and Kaijo. This is just a practice game? It’s way too intense to be considered such.

Riko, amused at your reactions, gladly explains what’s going down on the courts as it happens. “Kuroko’s greatest strength is using his lack of presence for his misdirection—”

“And wait—Kagami is—!” You near-completely ignored Riko’s explanation when Kagami steals the show with a dunk, completely leaving you in awe with his impossible vertical. “What kind of person jumps that high… what the hell?” She merely chuckles with a hand to her lips before she turns her full attention back to the game.

Kise experiences his first taste of defeat soon enough.

You ignore the way your heart flipped when Kagami dunked the final basket on Kaijo.

———

[May 23rd]

Aomine lays serenely on the rooftop, but his mind is far from relaxed. Tomorrow is the day Touou would crush Seirin in the Inter-High preliminaries.

… Seirin, huh.

He remembers when Momoi broke the news to him when they walked home together after the entrance ceremony. Thinking about it still pisses him off—he can’t help it though, he can’t stop thinking about it… his mind involuntarily plays that conversation in his head over and over. No amount of porn magazines could bury the dull thuds in his chest when he thinks about you.

[April 6th]

“She’s at Seirin right now.”

“What?!” His eyes slightly widened as he stopped walking to incredulously look at her. “You’re seriously pullin’ my leg right now, Satsuki.”

“I would totally yank your stupid legs if I could, Ahomine,” she petulantly grumbled. “But I’m telling the truth. She told me before we went off on our spring break when we said our goodbyes to each other. I told her I was going to miss her, and I also told her to take care of Tetsu-kun for me and let me know if anything happened over there.”

What the hell? When did you get close to Satsuki enough to confide in her? How come he didn’t hear shit from you?

“Hah, so you’re telling me she’s tailing Tetsu now that she can't follow me?” He gave a derisive snort, not liking the development of your relationship with Kuroko for some reason. Momoi gave him that knowing look of admonishment.

“Don’t get the wrong idea, idiot! One! They don’t see each other like that, and two! How (y/n)-chan decided on her school is none of our business. I’m sure she has her own reasons, and you have no right to judge her at all!”

Aomine stared at Momoi, who’s usually so compliant to his demands and harsh words. To see her stick up for you so adamantly was more than surprising. He furrowed his brows before walking ahead of her in a feeble attempt to cut the conversation short.

“Tch… I know that already…”

He releases a heavy sigh. His ego wouldn’t allow him to simply go up to Kuroko and ask about your wellbeing, let alone asking him to set up a time and place for him to meet up with you. What were you doing over there right now? Were you doing okay? Are there random people harassing you or bothering you now that he’s not there with you to scare them off?

He slings his arm over his eyes and sighs again.

“... This is annoying. I’m tired…”

God, it sucks so bad, but he really misses your lunches. Satsuki’s atrocious cooking is still lethal to this day, and Sakurai’s octo-dogs he sometimes steals only measures up to a fraction of the taste of your own octo-dogs.

He’s been hallucinating for a bit—even while he naps, he’s sworn that he always hears pencil scribblings and annoying sighs nearby. He swears that it’s you, that you’re actually enrolled in Touou and that somehow, you roped Momoi into agreeing into this sick prank to get back at him for all the shit he’s done to her all these years. He swears he can hear you muttering the questions out loud before you deftly solve them. He swears he can hear you nagging him to practice even if you haven’t had a clue what basketball entails.

What the hell… He thought that you two would still be friends—attached to the hip, even if a romantic relationship was out of the question. He supposes that it’s a bit naive on his end to think that. Damn it, damn it… Seirin isn’t that far from Touou either… wouldn’t you normally find the way and time to stop by and annoy him like there’s no tomorrow, anyways?

———

[August 14th]

“Kuroko, who do you think would win?”

“I don’t know,” he replies. “This is the first time I’ve seen two Generation of Miracles starters play against each other… However, Aomine-kun inspired Kise-kun to play basketball.”

“Really?” Kagami turns to him in surprise. You stand nearby, listening to Kuroko’s words carefully. After all, they pertained to Aomine.

“They used to play one-on-one a lot, but Kise-kun has never won.”

Aomine… was THAT good? You blink in surprise, remembering about Seirin’s practice match against Kaijo before you turn your attention back on the court. Well, you shouldn’t be that surprised, considering that the Seirin returned with a loss against Touou in the preliminaries… before getting eliminated altogether later on. Knowing how amazing Kagami and Kuroko are at basketball… if they both got single-handedly defeated by the ace of Touou, you shouldn’t doubt Kuroko’s words about Aomine’s strength. You weren’t there to watch that game after all.

You feel a warm, heavy hand pushing on top of your head.

“H-Hey!”

“You have a scary look on your face that I almost mistook you for Aomine,” Kagami says quite seriously, though if you squint, you swear that he’s teasing you. Irk marks pop onto your temples as you try to shoo his hand off of you.

“Oh—come on! Lay off, will you? I do not have a scary face! If anything, it’s you!”

“The hell do you mean by that?!”

“I mean exactly what I said, Kagamidiot!”

Kuroko, unbeknownst to anyone, observes your interaction with Kagami with the faintest smile before turning his attention to see the referee starting the jump ball.

“Everyone, it’s starting.”

———

[December 7th]

He… he lost.

He finally lost.

Aomine stares at Kuroko and Kagami, still reeling from the foreign sensation of defeat creeping into him.

“Why are you acting like it’s all over?” Aomine snaps out of his daze to focus on Kagami. “Things are just getting started. Let’s play again. I’ll take you on.”

Aomine stands there at a loss for words until he scoffs at him, but if anyone was to look at Aomine right now, they would say he’s relieved and pleased to hear those words. “Shut up, idiot.”

“Aomine-kun…” Kuroko calls out, bringing Aomine’s attention from Kagami to his former “shadow.” A moment of reflection is shared between the two of them before Aomine finally acknowledges Kuroko’s style of basketball.

“You win, Tetsu.”

Kuroko contemplates for a bit before opening his mouth. “Can I ask you for a favor?” Kuroko raises his hand in a fist bump before Aomine makes a noise for him to continue. “You still haven’t returned my fist bump.”

“What?” he retorts, slightly flustered at the sudden request. “Who cares about that?”

“No,” Kuroko says, deadpan as ever. “Try putting yourself in the shoes of the ignored.” Aomine gives a long look, hesitant and unsure before he finally relents.

“Fine. This is the last time though… Next time, I’ll win.”

“Okay.”

While still holding the fist bump, Aomine finally brings himself to ask the question plaguing in his mind for the past couple months: “Hey… is it true that (y/n) is in Seirin?”

Kuroko widens his eyes in momentary surprise before he carefully responds. “Yes, she’s actually been cheering us on these past couple months. She’s somewhere in the stands right now. Though, I’m not sure where.”

“I see…” The ace of Touou separates from the fist bump first and turns to get ready for the team lineup, looking rather thoughtful.

Kagami raises a brow at the question that came out of seemingly nowhere for someone like Aomine, but in truth, he knew. You told him everything about what happened between you and Aomine a couple weeks ago while shedding tears.

“There’s nothing wrong with you at all.”

“Eh?” You attempted to wipe the last of your tears before you looked at Kagami to see his reaction. He still could see how red your eyes were even despite trying to remain unbothered about the ordeal. He remembered how distraught you were retelling your past friendship with him… and how you used to like him. How did you even manage to think that you weren’t pretty enough? Helpful enough? And how did you manage to believe yourself to be the most annoying person in the world? Remembering what you said made him boil.

“I can’t believe that guy’s full of it even outside of basketball, that idiot!”

“Honestly…” you gave a sardonic smile to mock your own weakness. “What do you mean?”

“Huh? Well…” He looked away with a comical pout before facing you again. “If I was him, I wouldn’t take you for granted like that. Who the hell would read dirty magazines in broad daylight like that? Seriously, it’s so funny I could bust a spleen!” His response took on a more mocking tone at the end, and he noticed your eyes taking on an amused light at his reaction.

“Didn’t Kuroko correct you that it’s ‘gut,’ and not a ‘spleen’ way back months ago?”

“What? It’s the same thing.” He crossed his arms with a sigh before he looked at your face again, satisfied to see you slightly cheered up. “Anyways, if I ever become like that type of guy, feel free to hit me or something.”

“The way you went and above at being pissed for my sake, I don’t think I’d have to worry about that, Kagami.” Your smile grew to be teasing and affectionate, and his heart started to race at the sight of it.

“Uh—well…” Kagami averted his gaze, scratching his cheek to hide his flushed cheeks. “It’s just… I think you’re fine the way you are.”

You widened your eyes at his words.

“Really…?”

His heart broke at how truly surprised you were at his candor. He meant it; he really did, and it wasn’t fair for you to live like this just because some prick didn’t have the balls to be nice to you, something you deserved again and again.

“I’ll wake that idiot up for you, I swear it.”

You started laughing at him, catching him completely off-guard as his face started heating up even more. “What—hey! What the hell’s so funny?! I’m trying to be serious!”

“Ah…” you breathed out, wiping out the last of your tears after doubling over for a few minutes. “Don’t worry, Kagami. I believe in you. Beat his ass in the Winter Cup for me, yeah?”

Kagami cleared his throat before he mustered up the courage to give you a gentle head pat (albeit very clumsily).

“Y-Yeah…”

Kagami frowns, wondering if you and Aomine will ever sort things out after this game. Part of him worries that your next encounter with him wouldn’t go very smoothly, knowing how complicated Aomine is as an individual.

Kuroko looks at the floor before continuing, almost as if he read Kagami’s mind. “We should also move to line up, Kagami.”

“... Yeah.”

———

[December 8th]

“Shopping is such a damn pain,” Aomine yawns, holding his box of new basketball shoes under his arm. Momoi, of course, is already next to him ready to scold him into oblivion.

“Did you forget that your feet are humongous? Of course the shops wouldn’t have your size,” she sighs at his childish attitude. “Now you’re going to try this new pastry shop with me! You promised to come with me if I went with you to shop for your shoes.”

“I don’t remember promising anything.”

“Meanie! You did! Now don’t be like that and wait here! I’m going to check the lines and available tables.” And before Aomine can wedge another complaint in, Momoi dashes like her life was on the line, clearly risking everything for a chance to taste the strawberry mille-feuille that the shop was famous for.

Geez… he mentally sighs before deciding to look for a place to sit. She better hurry her ass up.

Luckily for him, there’s a spare empty bench near some trees despite the busy crowds. Taking the opportunity, he plops himself down while settling his shoe box next to him. He looks at the box for a moment. He finally has a rival now, huh. Seirin… he wonders how long it’s been since he last saw you… a couple months? Actually… it’s been almost a year.

Indulging Horikita Mai-chan feels off now, and indulging even more of her featured volumes made him feel worse than if he didn’t read any of them to begin with. The temptation to pick up a new racy issue has declined drastically, and Wakamatsu’s threats of burning them are becoming less dire as the days go by. If he actually burned them now, he probably would remain just as unphased and still not show up to practice. Well, now he’ll consider showing up to practice with or without the threats anyways, now that Kagami can keep him on his toes.

He gives a rueful smile. You’re always meddling in his affairs and ruining the consistent routines he’s set up for himself, even if you’re not physically by his side. That’s just like you to ruin him like this. He frowns. Or maybe you’re doing this on purpose as karma for him being an asshole to you all this time. Maybe you’re an Imayoshi, and you’re playing him like a fiddle?

Nah, he thinks, a small chuckle escaping from his lips. You’re too much of an idiot to think like that. You’re too easy to read, (y/n).

He shoves his hands into the pockets of his navy puffer jacket, and he leans forward on the bench with a long exhale. This isn’t good, he’s been thinking about you way too damn much. It’s actually concerning. Is it because he feels bad about chasing you off? Is it because of the uncertainty of his current standing with you in terms of your friendship? Maybe.

He amended his friendship with Kuroko through basketball, something that he’s very comfortable in navigating about. But you? How is he going to approach you?

He’s too much of a coward to stop by Seirin and look for you and get the answers, though.

“Your grades are absolutely atrocious, what the hell? How are you gonna fare well on the final exams for the semester?”

“That’s… we’ll worry about that when the time… comes.”

“Wrong answer! We can’t have you failing when you’re just a first year!”

“Oh come on, I still have two more years to pick up my slack, don’t I?”

Aomine slightly perks up at the familiar voices, the conversation breaking him out of his own thoughts. He freezes when he sees you.

The sight of you sends his own heart into a frenzy, his heart pounding against his chest so incessantly—painfully. The adrenaline he accumulated from his last game is no match for the compressions he feels at this very moment. Is it because he hasn’t seen you for nearly a year that he feels this way? You look different—older for sure—and definitely just as expressive as you were back in Teiko. You’re wearing your casual clothes and the biggest smile he’s seen from you yet.

But the person who’s making you smile like that isn’t him. His eyes finally stop focusing on you to look at the bigger picture in front of him. His eyes widen further when he registers that it’s none other than Kagami.

“Oh come on,” Kagami sighs at your pout. “Don’t be like that…”

“Look, I’ll even offer you tutoring free of charge, but you can’t neglect your studies.”

“Fine, fine…” Kagami ruffles your hair to appease you. “Just know I’m not that good with these types of things. You’re gonna have to take it easy with me.”

“Obviously! Did you think I was gonna bust out a master theory textbook on you? I’m not heartless! Honestly…” You punch his arm before you smile at him. “Before we get going, how’s your legs? You haven’t pushed yourself too much, have you?”

“Nah, I’m okay now.” He sweatdrops when he sees you raising your brow in suspicion. “I’m serious this time!”

“Pffft,” you snicker at how easy it is to get a reaction out of him. “How about to celebrate your win, we can go try that new pastry shop down the street? I heard the strawberry mille-feuille is really good there… maybe we can both try our hands in making a homemade recipe after?”

“Huh, I haven’t had that in a while, actually. Sounds pretty good.”

“Actually, what types of desserts do Americans even serve over there? We can save a day where we can bake the team an entire stockpile for them to try? Though, I hope Riko doesn’t somehow tamper them with protein powder…”

It’s comical to see Aomine having his eyes so bugged out of their sockets that they look like they might fall out with a nudge. But he doesn’t care—his mind’s racing so much, overclocking and overworking in trying to connect the dots at the scene he’s trying to register and comprehend.

“Where’s the shop again?” Kagami asks, scanning around for any sign that indicates “sweets” and “baked goods.”

“There.” You point ahead of you in a general direction, and Kagami, taking advantage of his height, easily spots the shop. What catches Aomine’s attention is how you wrap your other hand around his arm. What really bothers him though, is how nonchalant Kagami is at your touch.

“Come on.” Kagami snakes his hand to gently encapsulate your hand, the same one that casually wrapped around his arm moments earlier. Aomine’s breath gets caught in his throat, watching you two like a hawk. Kagami tugs your hand behind him as he leads you through the crowd, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

It shouldn’t be natural, though. It shouldn’t be Kagami holding your hand. It should’ve been—

(“And I’m not the guy for you, either.”)

Yeah, Aomine knows that he sure as hell ain’t the guy for you. But Kagami? Of all people? Aomine grits his teeth watching you two. He’s sure as hell that Kagami isn’t the one for you either. He would even rather prefer Kuroko being by your side like this than him… But he can’t deny how Kagami does a better job at making you happier than he himself could ever do. You’re in good hands, and he doesn’t have to worry about any potential asshats bothering you at Seirin, or anywhere for that matter from now on.

So why… Why does his heart continue to pound so hard when he sees how gentle his rival is with you? Why isn’t his chest letting up? Why does he feel like his windpipes are constricted? His mouth is parted like a fish, his body motionless, his new shoes forgotten. He doesn’t move until you’re no longer in his line of vision, completely swallowed up by the crowded lines and mobs of other shoppers.

Did Tetsu know about this?

He finally closes his mouth, allowing himself to swallow, though his mouth is impossibly too heavy and dry to do so comfortably. Still leaned forward, he rests his elbows on his knees, his eyes opting to stare at the cracks and dried gum. His brain’s had enough from all the processing.

What the hell’s wrong with me?

This isn’t like him. You’re dating Kagami. So what? And he’s not a bad guy. He still has you as a friend, and it’s not like he didn’t lose you for good… right?

His body contradicts his rationalizing when his hand tingles against his will… as if it wants to be held by you. He clicks his tongue in annoyance, gritting his teeth before giving a despondent chuckle.

I’m pathetic, aren’t I… all this time, I’ve never realized that…

He sees a flash of your clothes before you disappear around the block, holding your dessert box to-go while still holding hands with Kagami.

… that what I wanted was…

“Dai-chan!” Momoi races to him after emerging from the crowd that you just came out of earlier. He looks up to face her. “I finally got myself their house special! Luckily for you, I got another one before they sold out! Here, be grateful!”

She hands him a daintily packaged box with a fork, and he opens it to face the popular strawberry mille-feuille. He stares at it.

“Uh… is there something wrong?” Momoi tilts her head at his unusual lack of scathing comments, slightly unnerved at his extended silence. Aomine stares at the dessert for a second longer before looking up to see her face contorting into an expression of worry. He averts his gaze.

(“Because I know you’re never honest about your feelings!”)

“... It’s nothing.”

[mhynvxii]

KNB SCENARIO/HCDS —

Elementary GOM! + Kuroko, Momoi, Haizaki and Kagami giving you St-Valentine cards !

A/N : Happy (Belated) St-Valentine everyone ! 💞 ne Also going to write more as I will get to have my lil uni break fortunately!

Idea proposed by : lamnwar ( For some reason I can’t tag you ? But I hope destiny guide you toward it also hoping this is to your taste.)

Warning : Not proofread, attempt of humor, Kagami part is just me being a crack, Kuroko part is as short as him and Akashi part is probably having formatting problems :( Tumblr just suppress everything I‘ve wrote in the blank part when putting in draft idk about it now.

AKASHI SEIJUROU —

Everyone was pretty agitated today and Seijurou was a little surprised by all of it even he knew today is the Saint-Valentine. Integrating the elementary recently as he took classes at home before he still was unaccustomed to all the excitation and agitation that could take over a class in a special day like April fool, Christmas, Easter egg or even the Saint-Valentine at 8 year old.

«  Everyone, everyone ! Call down ! We’re going to make special cards today that everyone would have to give to the person they like the most in the class, ok ? »

From what he has seen at home, the saint Valentine day was a special occasion where his mother would receive tons of flowers and refined chocolate from Paris. So he didn’t know where the card things came from as they’re supposed to be accompanying a gift but it was probably a commoner thing he has to respect to do like the other kids. Seijurou take place in the line to choose the paper he would write in and return at his seat like his comrades.

It was a white heart shaped paper for him and now he was observing how others would do their cards to make his, also remembering the assignment… it was all about doing drawing and writing nice thing for another person of this class. So he first had to choose someone if he wanted to get done and somehow something in him pushed him to choose you. Maybe it was the cute bandana you had in your hair, maybe it was because he remembered you smell like strawberries but he decided of it and he was quite pleased with his choice : you were his favorite classmate even if you didn’t knew it or at least yet.

He writes traditional Japanese in the front page of the card about how nice was your smile, French poesy in the back about how glad he was to had meet you. But once he have to fill the card with drawing it’s a whole another story, his refined writing skills going to trash when it will come to drawing : He never learnt somehow, it wasn’t necessary at home and at school they weren’t doing this no more because of how late he joined. Now he was in that embarrassing situation having to do just to try, just to not let awful blank. But even little flowers look ugly by him.

He watch his disaster with distance as he finishes it. Willing to dump it in the ben but his teachers apparently decided of something else and ask everyone to now give their cards to each other’s.

How surprised you were to receive Akashi’s as like a lot of person you did a card for him as well but you didn’t know if you had to cry instead of being happy because you thought he was mocking you and insulting writing in a language you don’t understand even in what was supposed to be Japanese. Only words who could have bad connotations you recognized and despair filled you up once you saw a -really- ugly drawing of you with flower in the hands and hair. You’ll never know if it was because he was tired or just because he was trolling why instead of to draw as well in the second page he decided to write a pun on here with a messy handwriting and the traces of multiples erased attempts :

«  You’re one in a melon ! I need s’more friends like you :) »

KISE RYOUTA —

On his path to go to school, Kise felt super excited knowing it was the Saint-Valentine. He would always receive plenty of chocolates and funny letters to read from girls crushing on him and his ego would just multiplicate by 3. It didn’t had enough of it at this time, his fan club still being human sized but this time maybe he was excited by something else, something much more interesting… You.

He didn’t know if it was the way your voice would sound when you laugh, the way he would always have fun whenever he would pick you in his team in sport class or even if it was your pretty eyes and smile but something in you made him develop feelings. When he would sit beside you he just felt great, cool, relaxed you name it but it was like he wasn’t on earth for a moment…

Would you give him a card ? Chocolate ? or even better confess ? Because he was capable to do all of this.

When time has come to make the cards in class, Ryouta would negotiate the best color paper cards with your classmates. He picked night blue for you and seduced another classmate to get them to gift him their gold color pen, yes gift him. It was his now. And finally sitting at his place he started to get the work done, focusing on having a nice handwriting and avoiding errors.

Basically everything nice he would see being done in the class he would copy to put in yours but he took care to make it personal so it was just inspired work. Well it was indeed until he got to draw and it became chaotic work, he knew he wasn’t able to draw very nicely but eh this was probably the most awful art he has done and he refused to acknowledge it. « The drawing is nice » he forced himself to believe. Would you be able to tell it was you ?

He didn’t had any time left to ask someone to draw something good for him, it was playing break and he had to give you your card.

«  Don’t forget kids : During St-Valentine we gives chocolate and cards to let know people we loves that we loves them, ok ? »

In the snow, with their scarf and big coats, all kids were playing to all sort of childish game when some would execute the assignment their teachers gaves them, especially Ryouta admirers. What slowed him down to reach your group of friends, he had to give his all to dismiss them all politely and run to you with a huge smile on his face. His grin was contagious so you smile as well once you saw him for no reason and turn toward him curious about what he could be here in front of you. You were part of the pure kids who would give their card to a friend of yours just to make sure your friends do not have nothing but here you were with zero cards in hands, flower or chocolate.

And you didn’t believe Ryouta was here to give you one, he wasn’t part of your group but he was a good friend and classmate.

All the white surrounding both you highlight how your cheeks would be affected by the cold and your cute facial traits. The scenery is pretty.

«  Hey Y/n ! I made this just for you, take it ! »

Your expression can’t hide how much you’re shocked as Ryouta hand his card to you but if only it would stop there…

« PFF, GET OUT THE WAY ! I’m the one who made a card for them, not you ! Accept mine, Y/n !! 

– EEEH ? NO MINES IS BETTER ! AND WHO EVEN ARE YOU DO YOU EVEN KNOW Y/N ?! »

It was a kid in one upper class higher who had a crush on you and you couldn’t understand how as you never saw him before and let aside talk to him… Now he was fighting with Ryouta to confess and you didn’t know what to do, so stunned by all the idiocy and the novelty of the situation. It was the kind of stuff Ryouta would assist to not you…

«  Uhm… I don’t know you ? »

Just this sufficed to make the senpai sad, his eyes all full of water even if you just stated a fact. He gives you his card and run somewhere probably crying as you’re just confused. What have even done to him ?

«  What a weird person… Ruining all my preparations like this… Anyway just wanting to let you know I think you’re really pretty and very nice, I like you a lot, Y/N..! Uhm and… I also have chocolate with me ! Happy St-Valentine ! »

He says, arranging his hair and scarf because of the physical part of the « argument ». Before to let you enjoy alone his gift and also not be caught by his admirers here he show you his all teeth smile full of confidence and warm like the Sun and run away to hide the red taking all over his cheeks.

You’re smiling already reading the first sentence of his card.

«  You’re berry cool ♡ !! ( >ω<)♡(>ω< ✿) Do you want to be my valiant tiny ? »

At this time you were too young to see the lame levelness of this pun.

AOMINE DAIKI —

Aomine learnt about the St-Valentine concept at school and even then he needed Momoi help to fully understand it. Why would he be crafting heat shaped card if he didn’t had a lover ? A boy like him could never just fall under such a disgusting thing like love, people in love tends to act all lovey-dovey, overly affectionate and it’s like they change their whole personality… Just watching his parents kiss repulse him like a lot of young boys, Daiki is a kid of action ! And the only person he would propably marry was his basketball, wich was not a person.

«  Daiki, I know there is that someone you might like in the class, isn’t it ? What about Momoi ? »

Daiki face express clearly his distaste to the idea, letting his tongue out he just say «erk, never again, miss. I’m not gonna marry such a crybaby. » and he return to his pouting, defending his right to not participate in the event meanwhile everyone is having fun making their cards. The teacher is desperate.

«  Maybe think about your friend in other class ? I’m sure there is someone Daiki ! You must have a comrade dear to you, most unique than others… With who do you play in the court ? »

Daiki, do not want to think about who, pretty sure that nobody he could play with could be that special person his teacher is mentioning and then Momoi got to their table.

«  Daiki is being annoying again, isn’t he miss ? But I can tell who’s Daiki lover !! I know them !!

– Hey Satsuki, stop lying I would never be in love, it’s disgusting ! Are you crazy ?! »

The two childhood friends look in each other’s eyes, defying themselves. The teacher standing here is completely distraught… She never had so much problems pushing a kid to participate in a St-Valentine events and never in her career she saw two friends defying each other’s like this at such a young age.

«  He likes Y/n a looooot ! He find them beautiful and nice, he told me he likes whenever they would play with us and bring their mom plates ! 

– …!!!! I… It’s completely false ! They’re cool but I don’t like them like that duh ! They’re just a good friend ! 

– I don’t belieeeve yooouuu, Daiki is just a liar ! »

The two keep arguing until the teacher bring a blank card and pens for Aomine to write something nice for you. He’s stuck into this now.

«  But what I will write anyway in it ? This is so weird to do things like this when I can talk to them directly.

– You’re sure, Dai-chan ? You’re gonna confess ?

– STOP BEING AN IDIOT SASTSU’ !!! THERE IS NO CONFFESION TO DO !!

– BUT YOU JUST ADMITED YOU LIKE THEM !!

– Come on you two, don’t yell at each other’s like this ! And Daiki making that card is important, your friend could always remember that they’re dear to you with that card ! If you just talk to them it’s good but isn’t it nice to have a pretty nice souvenir made by hands too ? »

Daiki whine à little before getting to craft his card but do it anyway, doing the assignment like he feel it. Momoi who has been searching for a pink pen return to his table probably to annoy him and she did.

«  Look at my pretty card, do you think my friend will appreciate it ? »

He read what she wrote, laughing because of the stupid pun in it. Were they supposed to put things like it in it ? It’s somewhat fun but also so embarrassing…

«  Your card is super ugly.

– Thanks. If you say it’s ugly it mean it’s pretty because you got no taste !

– Delusional a little ? Anyway how do we do stupid puns like yours ? »

Satsuki explain to him and help him find idea just to finally write this :

«  How did the phone propose to his girlfriend… he gave her a ring. » «  Olive you. »

Daiki wish he could ascend to another planet but he had to give it to you as time was running out. With his paper flower he gives you his card at the end of the day, also proposing you to play with him tomorrow in the park at the school gates.

From all people you never thought Daiki would give you anything but this whole day because of that stupid crush of yours on him, you waited, shyly holding your own card for him. Now was time for you to be courageous as well.

Both of you laugh reading the dumbs jokes but you had to ask him where is your ring because « isn’t he a phone ? » making him a blushing mess while Momoi was mocking him just behind.

«  I olive you too. » you say.

And he can’t no more hide to himself how nice it feel to fall for you and this disgusting love. And apparently he can’t hide it from your parents and his as well now.

MOMOI SATSUKI —

Satsuki prepared everything from home, to the chocolate from the card, she took the event very seriously like the only viable occasion for her to try to make you her lover. Her mom was aware of it, Daiki mom was aware of it… The teacher is quite amused by how prepared she is and look at her student sitting during the whole activity as she already has done everything.

One would thought she would be helping others making their own cards or play with her friends but during the whole activity she had to look at you anxiously, trying to see if you were planning to give your card to her when at the same time she doesn’t want to ruin the surprise for herself. She wore her favorite green dress and white boots, Satsuki wanting to appear the more cutesy she has even been wear also funny hairpins in her hair, shaped like strawberries and cherries. What does lead Aomine to mock her as she is almost jumping in her chair from impatience.

«  How embarrassing to be in love, erk ? Are you planning to marry them ? Who even are they ?

– Uh ! Who did even ask you anything Dai-chan ? You’re too little to know anything about marriage and love anyway.

– you’re just few months older than me don’t think it makes you better than me !!! See I’m taller than you and like by far !!

– It’s because you’re a cheater, My mom said you drink all the growing milk and soup in our house so I remain short and there is not any soup or milk left for me !!! and I don’t care anyways let me alone– EH DON’T TOUCH MY CHOCOLATES !

– But I am hungry and to who it could be for beside me ??! And Your mom is just lying to you to make you feel better.

– ITS FOR Y/n!!! »

So angry, Satsuki say it so loud everyone hear including you, she becomes a cherry mess when Daiki just shrugged and try to search for that Ryouta popular blonde who probably has chocolate too. Once she saw you looking in her direction, Satsuki try to hide under her table but don’t see the smile in your face. You didn’t finish your card but the essential of your message was here and now you really wanted to talk to her, it was for her anyway.

« Satsuki, there is no need to hide… I think everyone know it anyways. »

The pink haired girl get out of her obvious hiding place just to hands you her chocolate like a bunny would pop off its hole and she stands there shyly also giving you her card in hand.

«  Happy st-Valentine Y/n, I lava you. »

She say at the same time you read the front page.

« I would pop a corny question : Would you be my valentine ? » «  I lava you. »

Also handing you a rose, she smile greatly making your heart race a little bit faster.

«  It’s going to melt, if it stays like this, eat the chocolates… but if only if you want to, of course !  »

Sweet, it felt like a cloud in the mouth and you can’t believe how nice it is.

«  My mom helped me doing it, one can say I’ve been trying too hard but I really want to make you feel happy in that special day. y/n. you’re very dear to me and I think I love you, like lovers in love stories ! »

MURASAKIBARA ATSUSHI —

« Chocolate ? »That’s all inspired Atsushi the Saint-Valentine but everything else ? No thanks, he’s not interested. Watching as everyone is giving their all making the cards only annoys him as he don’t get the point of it but once he saw you actively trying to make your card thingie with care intrigued him. Of all people he wouldn’t except you to put so much effort in such insignificant festivity and all of that for who ? Atsushi can’t help but feel a little jealous but now he’s just watching you doing your own thing.

Maybe the St-Valentine was really a good event but it wasn’t something he could grasp the concept ? Seriously… Murasakibara thinks and thinks but just can’t but because there is there some chance that the card you’re making is for him maybe he should too get to work. But what to put in it ? He don’t know, he just do like everyone else and think about a joke to break the awkward glass that this kind of situation can create. A pun from him…

«  Donut forget you’re a good friend ! » «  I may like you like a maiobou »

It was nice for Atsushi and he left that to it not making the effort to draw much. When time came for everyone to give each other’s cards he would watch how people dared to go your way and gives their lovely paper words to you, some even having perfuming it but you would never give them something in exchange fortunately. Why was he thinking like that ? He just wanted you to not feel like he forget about you like a good friend would do because you two were friend but now…

Maybe it has something more to it… when you two would be playing in the court with Pokemon cards or wrestling stars he felt good. Maybe he liked to share his snacks with you for another reason than you’re really nice and calm to have around ? Maybe it was because you would smell like candies on occasion or you would share with him your favorite bds and he liked them all ?

But what was sure was that that something made him feel cautious, nervous making his big palm sweating. He was intimidating by his height but Atsushi never remembered you watching him weirdly or being scared yet he was afraid to make you uncomfortable or anything weird by giving his card to you. Is it a joke ? At the start he was just doing it for your own well being.

«  Y/n-chin, Do you want to be my valentine ? »

He didn’t know he did say this with a straight face but as you say yes and handle him a box of chocolates it’s like he is in heaven.

«  How did we get from a donut forget you’re my friend from if I can be your valen-tiny, Atsushi ? »

You said jokingly but he just got all flustered.

«  I know it is a lame pun but I seriously couldn’t have done any better in the moment Y/n-chin… Stop teasing me about it. 

– Don’t be mean to me… You wrote that you like me like a maioubou, do you get upset when eating a maioubou ?

– You’re-… You’re getting on my nerves Y/n-chin… stop… stop it ! »

KAGAMI TAIGA —

«  You’re a Dino-mite » «  You’re the burger to my fries » « Bee my valentine »

Kagami is embarrassed by his lames jokes, at first it was just the assignment the teacher gave them all to do but as he was still learning to properly write in English making puns in the language was kind of hard knowing that the pun he would think of in Japanese were not always translatable in English or just not themed in St-Valentine like he must do. And then he saw Himuro card, well written, really good looking even if it was a stupid assignment that most of the class won’t take seriously and he got competitive. And now here is confronted to his inability to make great jokes but can he do even any better ?

«  What about I rap it ? Do you think it will do ?

– Yeah why not ? I am sure Y/n would like it. 

– But isn’t she fan of Beyoncé ?

– You know how to sing in an RnB style ?

– No but I…

– Then rap. Everyone like Eminem, see ? So I’m pretty sure they like rap if you don’t feel like rapping and really want to stick to RnB then try to imitate the Destiny Child’s. »

If Himuro was setting him up, he didn’t know but it was definitely failing logic here but he followed it now wanting to impressing you more than satisfying his teacher demand. Kagami didn’t get Himuro sarcastic tone and get to work on a rap, choosing a beat and putting it in a mp3 to be able to play it in school. The St-Valentine morning he even has sunglasses on his face with baggy pants and a rose between his teeth. God forbid him to be so dumb at almost 10 yo but maybe it was all because of you this whole dumbery.

He has fell hard for you it has been a while now that he could consider you like a long crush, once he got to be in elementary school with you in fact all of this started but he never mustered the courage to admit he felt different around you, in another way than friendship would allow. He was all nervous and blushing while raping «  You’re the fries to my burger, the salad to my steak, the salt to my pepper. Y/n please bee my Vailant tine ! »

And Himuro couldn’t hold a shit when watching this, you not knowing how to react to anything happening.

HAIZAKI SHOGOU —

Haizaki hated St-Valentine, it wasn’t because of how much cringe he found his mom during that neither because of the awful show that would be on Tv instead of his favorite anime but because he would get no cards at school.

He was mean, aggressive and except the group of dangerous idiots he would play with, few of his comrade were courageous to stand really long beside him making him unappreciated. Mostly by the opposite gender even if occasionally some girls would fall for his bad boy persona. But even him, just by ego, would like to receive a card.

«  Shougo, if you don’t do anything it’s completely normal that no one would give you anything in exchange.. come on now! If you maybe write something nice about the person you like they would make something for you as well tomorrow! Start making your card now so you don’t have to do anything at home.

– Who said I even want a card ! I don’t care, all the girls here are ugly, they look like pigs and smell like my farts ! »

It’s not even useful to say he has been punished for his words but it was the usual for him anyways. Instead of staying still in the corner of the class he go talk with his crew just to see they’re all doing card like the teacher said and he felt betrayed. Love is for weak they all said five minutes ago but now they were all making these stupid cards and drawing hearts ?

«  Listen Shougou, I think like you but I don’t want to be punished you know ? I don’t want the teacher to make a report to my dad again…

– Ugh but what if we don’t want to celebrate this stupid party, she’ll the one not respecting the rules you can defend yourself with that.

– Anyway, it’s already late and.. I really want to give my card to this girl… There must at least one you find pretty, isn’t it ?

– Ugh… nah, they look like dead fishes. »

Even his friends sighs, tired by his lack of objectivity.

«  So who’s the less ugly of them all..? »

He’s looking at the class, seriously giving his opinion this time, okay maybe he has been lying for one person but how embarrassing to even admit anything. It was obviously you who got him returning on his words but if he was completely honest he would say that it was not today he found your hair good looking and your face agreable to see. He always found you really pretty.

«  Maybe… Y/n, she look like… A dandelion flower, but the ones who smell like dog piss. »

But he still didn’t had the occasion to talk you much so he don’t know if you found him scary or cool. Shougo return at home in his thoughts, questioning himself but also trying to find if it was even worth it to risk a punition if he can just make that stupid card for you. What would it cost him anyways ? Even if you don’t like him he couldn’t care less because all other day of the year he know he’s freaking cool !

He take some pen and start writing on some random paper a little dirty on side because of his biscuits. He writes quickly and draw things he thinks appropriate for a St-valentine or rather things he like like cars, airplanes and other boy stuff. He tried to draw Naruto but he did look like nothing like him.

If you would appreciate his gesture he didn’t know and it kinda made him feel nervous but when time has come to give you your card he make it seem like it was nothing. You were quite surprised to receive something from him even if you didn’t had anything prepared for him in exchange as you barely talked to him before, just knowing he was a trouble maker you didn’t had the energy to follow around in dumbassery but oh well it could have been a worst admirer : or at least you thought once you read the front page.

«  I don’t like you or anytheing butt you’re kinda cut some hoe.»

Because it has been made at home, obviously no one took the time to watch for their languages mistakes but Shougo…

He must be trolling right ? You can’t tell as he is smiling like an idiot and you swap that smile on his face by slapping him so fiercely.

MIDORIMA SHINTAROU —

Shintarou was far from being forced to do these cards or at least not really, he was watching the Tv with his dad when Oha asa predictions came during a film break what was unusual but not the most relevant detail, it said Cancers are the most unlucky sign for st-valentine and to break all misfortune they had to be honest with their feelings for once : showing genuine affectionate for persons they love. How embarrassing it was to be looked by his father and having to admit he does appreciate some peoples besides his family and having to sort out your name from his mouth so loudly and publicly for his father to help him.

Fortunately they had some extra st-valentine chocolate box in the fridge somehow and cartoned paper for Shintarou to express all he have to say. It was with a mischievous smile his father let him go to school while he was all nervous and a chaotic walking mess. He must not hide from you for him to not get strike by evil misfortune but it was also so hard to collect the courage to confess anything to you as even yesterday he was mocking the st-valentine.

«  Too much chocolate is bad for your health anyway.. »

He said to his friends, in that well known presumptuous tone of his. Then here is in front of you now, the person no one would ever have suspected Shintarou to have a crush on because of how mean, arrogant and competitive he would be with you.

He admired your intelligence, the way how you would always look cool no matter the situation and cleaner than other kids who amuse themselves by sniffing floor and stuff. He liked how your friends would braid your hair and how it would highlight your face making you seem elegant and by gratitude you would put flowers in their hair. It was also the way you can speak so clearly and like a grown up sometimes just like him. Having multiples interests and things to say… Just the right person but he was not prepared to things like crushes yet even at 10. He was too reserved and uninterested by it because of basketball…

«  Y/n, please accept this… »

Was the only words he managed to mutters as you have to see his flustered expression behind his glasses, you spot his all red ears and laugh a little until you can read what is in written in the card.

«  I think you’re compatible with Cancers ? » «  I really carrot about you. I love you a whole watt.»

Scared, you start trembling a little, not knowing to what he was referring by « cancers » if it was what you thought : not only you developed cancer but multiples ? You will die tomorrow ??! You started crying not knowing how to feel about it but cried even harder once you remembered Shintarou’s dad is a doctor.

«  Y/n… Is there something wrong..? »

He genuinely don’t know what is happening and try to comfort you like he can by hugging you but then everyone came and cried out loud you two are marrying what led into a marriage ceremony… Shintarou wanted to stop all of this but everyone was throwing snow at y’all wishing both of you happinesses and organizing the ceremony.

«  We’re not getting married ? What is all of this ?

– Shht. I’m the mayor and I decided you two are getting married on St-Valentine, alright ?

– Shintarou please marry me, I need to be married before I die…

– Die ???!

– You wrote I have cancer in my card ? »

Were you not so smart as he thought or were you just unfamiliar with astrology ? he felt his soul leaving his body now having to clear the misunderstanding after going through your marriage.

KUROKO TETSUYA —

« to Y/n :  What you call a vampire sweetheart’s ? His ghoul-friend »

Said Kuroko with a mic in the hands, their teacher ordered them all to write St-Valentine cards but instead of everyone offering their gift to their cherished person they decided to organize a stand up for everyone to publicly announce their crush to be more original. Pushing Kuroko in that awkward situation in wich he had to say your name first and then read the composent of his card.

«   You’re the Apple to my heart. »

What was sure was that he didn’t lack of precense now , but his puns… How he wish all of this would be private like it should have been. His pale skin is just red now as he look into your eyes while reading what was supposed to be funny poetry full of anime references as he know you’re fan of this, like him.

«  Please bury me alive now »

He says as he quit the scenery and that he have to face you.

«  Don’t worry Kuroko. My card is almost as embarrassing. » you told him but you’re pretty sure you didn’t reach his level or at least you hope.

«  But if you want to know, I really liked the ghoul joke. Am I your vampire sweetheart ? »

You thought it was smooth but you get all flustered seeing Kuroko smile and trying to hide his little laugh. How ingrate of him when you were trying to share a little of his shame.

Kuroko didn’t knew from how long he felt those butterflies in his stomach when he was around you and it wasn’t important to him to know but now he felt even more great knowing that you two were caring of each other’s and close enough to dedicate each other’s card to the other making him feel unique and appreciated. How he wish that instead of ridiculizing himself in front of everyone he would have been doing cute and agreable poesy for you to fully get that he was not just being nice an polite but genuinely sharing his feelings.

[punksakusa]

KNB’s Worst Cook Will Shock You *Not clickbait* *Emotional*

AN: I’ve got a huge brain dump list of KNB headcanons/ thoughts in the works but I’m posting some of my faves just to test the waters (and I think I’m hilarious /hj) and it’s probably better to add some positivity before I dump the angst everywhere. It’s also like 3am so I’m sorry for typos or crack vibes (aka the title)

Akashi, perfect at everything, is so shit at cooking it’s almost a talent.

I realize there is the running joke with Riko and Momoi already but Akashi is probably the worst. (Riko can learn/ she was supplementing stuff and Momoi was probably being a bit of an airhead)

It’s not even him being an out of touch rich kid,, like he’s taken fancy lessons and everything

“This is a chaotic trainwreck that lead to a dumpster fire and there is no reason pouring cereal should lead to a fire” -Mibuchi to Akashi probably

Not allowed near the kitchen during training camps

Especially because in the event of a cooking incident Mibuchi is the only responsible one present and he doesn’t want to deal with it

His mom tried to teach him (she canonly did the cooking ) before she died.

One of his biggest shames and one of the few things that actually embarrasses him

Nobody actually knows how bad he is apart from his staff (and Mibuchi)* however if anyone (GOM specifically) knew he would never live it down

If Midorima was a lesser man, he would use this information as leverage in their (friendly ish) rivalry

Unfortunately Takao is bad influence

Probably doesn’t actually say anything but just sends him lucky items to ward off fires or stomach aches or something just so Akashi knows he knows

Kuroko would be the worst with the information

Just his deadpanned disappointment …you know the one,, like when he scolded Kagami about being insensitive to Momoi

Then anytime they are near a kitchen he’ll pipe up “Don’t let Akashi touch anything” or something from the back

TL;DR It’s good Akashi has a cook because he would either starve, burn the house down, or poison himself if he was responsible for feeding himself

* I’ll go into the HC/ backstory in the future post but Mibuchi lives with Akashi which is why he comes up so much

[marshiro-blog]

Sooooo... Momoi?

Now, we know Aomomo is like, you know, CANON💁🏻‍♀️, but we also know that a lot of the times before you found the ✨ONE✨, there's some others love interests in life... my doubt is Momoi's crush on Kuroko is real? Or is just like a "cover" (Sorry if it's not the most appropriate term, but idk what expresion I could use in English, I hope you get what I'm trying to say) for some possible feelings for Aomine? We know Momoi is a extremely intelligent person, she is also really observant you think this is something she could possible miss?

Is this mentioned in the manga? If it is, is possible that I have missed it completely

🌈

[ourneverendingpossibilities]

BECAUSE ITS VALENTINES, can I please request some angst to fluff for our baby Kise? Like maybe something like Reader thinks he's cheating but learns in the end that he's just planning a surprise for her?? Please? Thank you ILY! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

AHH. Semi Angsty Ki-chan is like... adorable??? I’m glad to write this for you!! Thank you for taking time to request and I hope you have a lovely Valentine’s Day! <3 (If you celebrate!)

____________

Your relationship with Kise is still fairly new... You began dating after Summer ended in your second year.. The holidays were brand new territory because he was your first boyfriend. Everything you experienced as a couple was the first time. 

Your first date. First hug... First kiss..

You were on cloud nine. Despite him being very popular, he wasn’t an egotistical asshole.. Not the stories you’ve heard before in the past. Everything was going well, the two of you communicating on a regular basis. To the point it was getting lonely when you DIDN’T talk to him...

So it never once occurred to you he would be cheating with someone else... Or he would WANT to.

It was the week of Valentine’s Day. The air at Kaijou was filled with lovesick girls pining after their favourite boy. Wanting their attention for only a brief moment..

In this case, most of those girls directed their gazes at Kise.

Because you wanted to keep things as drama-free as possible, you politely asked Kise if he could keep your relationship under the radar, just until you could adjust to the attention you were sure the two of you would receive... He was a kind gentleman, understanding not everyone wants to be known, and he would meet up with you after hours, walk you home in peace and quiet. 

You got to your desk when you’d overheard a few girls gossiping about some pink-haired girl they’d seen with Kise at the mall yesterday.

“She had her arms wrapped around his and she was gushing about how cute he was! He didn’t seem to mind being close with her either!”

“If I was his girlfriend, I don’t think I could handle another woman being on my man’s arms..”

“I feel bad for anyone who has to compete with her!”

You tried not listening in, but all you could try to wrap around your mind was.. Kise had lied to you..

He said he had practice last night... He had to stay late for that.. He never once mentioned needing to meet up with another girl... Much less someone who clings to him that way.. Could you even believe those fangirls anyway?? They always seem to be gossiping about something... They could be trying to get a rise out of everyone..

Start some stupid rumour...

You chose to ignore it the best you could.. But closer to the end of the day, you could feel yourself start to wear thin.. All you could think about was Kise having his arms wrapped around another girl’s... Smiling down at them with that gorgeous smile of his... He was your ray of sunshine... 

You didn’t want to lose him to someone else...

You couldn’t stay to wait for him.. You choose to leave the school grounds, not bothering to attend your afterschool club.. You just needed to process the information you heard..

Okay, don’t panic.. It could be a cousin of his... Or a relative... He DOES have two sisters after all... 

But they were older.. and you’d seen pictures of them.. They didn’t have pink hair.. But that’s still not a reason to overreact... Just stay calm.. 

You managed to leave the school when you were accidentally shoved to the side by a short girl with very long hair. It was a shade of pink, and you were too stunned to be angry at being shoved aside...

“KI-CHAN!”

You didn’t notice the grumbling bluenette who followed behind her, clearly not wanting to be there.. 

“MOMOCCHI!”

As soon as you hear Kise’s voice, you found the strength to walk... Only you didn’t feel the stares of everyone who was staring at you.. You tried to keep a composed face, just until you got past the school gates. As soon as you turned around the corner, your legs bolted. 

You don’t care who sees you, or who’s watching. You just want to reach home, crawl under the blankets and watch some random sappy story while eating your favourite ice cream..

Anywhere but here...

___________

“Oi, Kise! We skipped practice to be here! Where’s your girlfriend?? Feh.. If I was her, I would’ve ditched your ass sooner.”

“DAI-CHAN!”

“She’ll be here!! We always meet here!! Hang on let me call her!” he exclaims, pulling out his cellphone. He finds your contact, dialing it on his phone, but it immediately goes to voice mail.. Odd... You normally answer him...

He tries to dial you a few more times, frowning when he gets the voicemail every single time...

Were you avoiding him??

He places his phone back in his pocket, running a hand through his hair, distress evident on his face... He returns back to the couple, trying to find the words to say..

“She’s not answering... I... I don’t understand... We were just hanging out with each other the other day..”

It’s that moment Momoi pulls out her phone, seeing a message from one of her friends.. It was a picture of the two of them together at the mall.. She looks at Kise, showing him her phone...

“Ki-chan... They may have shown her this... And gotten the wrong idea! You need to fix this!”

“But how?? She’s not even answering my calls..!”

Aomine clicks his tongue, grabbing him by the scruff of his jacket. 

“Oi, dumbass. I know you’re not THAT much of an idiot... When a girl is mad at you, you show up at her house with a surprise, and talk with her.. I shouldn’t have to tell you that!”

He pouts, whining as Aomine drags him to the mall. “OW!! Aominecchi!!”

“I don’t even know what she sees in you.. Having to put up with your fangirls... They’re always trying to start shit... So you better make it up to her.. Or I’ll kick your ass myself!”

He’s startled at his declaration, and he looks between both his friends, before nodding his head.

“I’ll get ____cchi something she’ll never forget!”

_____________

This was stupid.

You should’ve at least texted him to say you weren’t feeling well... Have some sort of cover story.. You hate lying, hate hiding away as if you’re not bothered by anything... When you turned on your phone, you see the photo of Kise with the pinkette, and you try your hardest NOT to cry.. You don’t want to give him that satisfaction!

However, the knock on your bedroom door startles you, and before you could get up to lock it, Kise enters, staring at you with an expression you’ve never seen before...

“R...Ryouta..”

“Why did you ignore me, _____cchi?? You had me worried something happened to you!”

You turn away from him, not noticing him placing a couple bags down at the bed. You couldn’t look him in the eye... Not since.. that picture lingers in your mind.. How happy he sounded when calling ‘her’ name.

“You could’ve met up with her somewhere else... It was foolish to go where everyone can see..”

Your words startle him, and he hesitates to reach his hand out.. But he does anyway, because he’s scared to lose you... And he won’t let you go without a fight...

“You saw the picture.”

“Of course I did!” You hiss, turning to look at him, unaware of the unshed tears in your eyes... “It’s all over everyone’s newsfeeds!! I.. I don’t even know how to react..”

“What do you think, ______cchi..” he begins, sitting on your bed. He grabs your hand, but doesn’t move further. “Tell me.. What’s running through your pretty head?”

You look at him, biting back the colourful words creeping into your brain. Instead, you stare down at his hand, so big and warm, wrapped around yours.

“We communicate with each other, Ryouta... We don’t tell each other lies... We don’t keep secrets...” 

You look at him, before shaking your head. “So if you weren’t happy with me, why didn’t you speak up sooner??”

He gently tugs your hand, bringing you into his lap, resting his head on yours. You try not to blush, glaring at his clothes.. Stupid Kise... He always seems to do this to you....

“I’m the happiest when I’m with _____cchi...” he admits easily, stroking your hair, “I was with my middle school friend Momocchi... She was helping me pick out a gift for Valentine’s Day... I didn’t want to ruin the surprise, so I told you I was staying later to practice.... WHICH I did..” he adds, staring down at you... 

“I asked her and her boyfriend to meet with me after practice.... But when people took that picture, he was in the bathroom.. She left him behind to take me everywhere before the mall closed...”

Your cheeks began to burn at the embarrassment, of being stupid enough to believe such a stupid thing... But instead, you try to remain calm, not wanting to break down in his arms...

“I... Ryouta...”

“The reason they came today was to meet you... Because I wanted to offer going on a double date with them for Valentine’s Day...” he admits, rubbing the back of his head...

“You’re my first REAL girlfriend ______cchi... I wasn’t sure if you wanted to spend it alone, or if you wanted to be with another couple... But trust me when I say...”

He looks at you with softening hues, “You were all I could think about the whole time I was with them...”

And when you see him this raw, this open towards you.... You know he’s telling the truth... And you fell into those stupid rumours like an idiot.. Because you were scared to believe he was happy with you.. You try to hide your face, but he doesn’t let you, grabbing both your hands with one, and uses the other to wipe away the tears...

“I’m sorry you felt this way _____cchi... I.. I should’ve asked you before going to her... Momocchi is one female I can trust with asking relationship advice!” he explains, standing up to grab the bags...

“But listen, I have your favourite ice-cream here, with your favourite movie...” He begins, grabbing the stuffed dog from the bag. He holds it out for you, trying not to fluster at your stare.. “I.. I figured you’d like this... So I grabbed it.. I know we... had a misunderstanding...” a HUGE one... “But, if it’s okay with you.. I’d like for us to start our Valentine’s weekend today...”

He’s startled when you jump at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You cling to him, and he immediately places the bags down to hold you to his chest. He starts to stroke your hair, whispering soft, reassuring words in your ear, hoping it soothes your insecurities... And he would understand why you have them... 

But he’s determined to make them go away... Because you’re HIS ray of sunshine.. And he needs you to make the bad days go away.

[kiseki-no-scenarios]

huehuehue what a cute request anon! This was fun to write!

Rakuzan Manager!Reader at Multi-Team Training Camp Headcanons

It was the first time everyone was getting together in a long time, and you were excited to get to hang out with the rest of the GOM

Each of the teams had their respective coaches who would handle their training, so you would be coordinating with the other managers on the other duties

Of course, you and Momoi were pretty much the only managers that the teams had

When you first discussed your plans with Momoi, for whatever reason she had begged you to let her take care of the cooking

You didn’t feel super strongly either way so you were fine with her taking that role

You were quickly alerted to the errors of your thinking the very next day when a barrage of texts hit your phone  

“_____-san, I implore you to reconsider your decision of leaving the cooking at the training camp up to Momoi-san.”

“_____-cchi wants us all to DIE!!! ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚ I love Momoicchi but her cooking…we’ll all DIE!”

“Oi, _____! What kind of prank are you playing on us, having Satsuki be in charge of cooking?!?!?”

“Rarely do I lower myself to this level of pleading, but  _____. Even Oha Asa cannot save us from Momoi’s cooking.”

“_____-chin, I’ll crush you if you make me eat Momoi-chin’s cooking.”

“_____, it’s Kagami. I got your number from Kuroko. I’ve never had Momoi-san’s cooking, but I’ve had Riko-senpai’s and all I can say is….For the love of god, do not let that woman cook.”

“_____. Satsuki cannot be allowed to cook during the training camp. Even someone like Eikichi would rather starve than try her culinary…experiments.”

So it was again up to you to fix the issue, but every time you tried to talk to Momoi about it, she was so excited that you couldn’t break the news to her.

When everyone gathered for the training camp and you were all having your initial meeting, the sheer terror that was cast upon all the faces of the members present forced you to do the unbelievable

Tapping into your extremely poor acting skills to try and get everyone out of this predicament

“I can’t believe it!” You shout, startling everyone in the vicinity. “How could you…how could you do this?”

Throwing on the best villainous glare you could manage, you point at the boys with an accusatory finger. “I can’t believe that of all people…you would have Momoi-chan shoulder the entire burden of cooking for all of you! You’ll work her to death!”

“_____-chan, it’s fine-“

“No, how could I let this go in front of my eyes!” Forcing a sob past your lips, you throw your free hand around Momoi, tugging her dramatically into your chest. “It just pains me…to imagine my dear Momoi-chan, slaving over a hot stove for hours and hours…just to feed you ungrateful bastards!”

“Hey, what did you just-“ Kagami roared, but Kuroko quickly delivered a well-timed jab into his side.

PLAY. ALONG. YOU. MORON! You mouthed to Kagami, before quickly getting back into character.

“Momoi-chan, I’m so sorry. I put this undue burden on you because I simply did not understand!” Dropping your voice into a soft whisper, you grab Momoi’s hands and smile at her through watery eyes. “But do not fear. I will make sure that these heathens learn their lessons! I will protect you, with all that I am!”

Momoi’s eyes suddenly started sparkling, her mouth falling agape at your princely stance. “_____-chan….!”

“How could I let a single scrap befall your beautiful fingers?” Gently cradling Momoi’s hands, you place a light kiss on the back of her fingers. “Please, my princess. Allow me to take on this duty, as I cannot bear to see you overworked.” For the finishing touch, you press your lips to her forehead.

“_____-sama!” Momoi swoons, her cheeks flushed.

You were so caught up in your acting that it took you a second to notice that the crowd around you had gone very, very silent. Looking up, you noticed that several of the members were sporting light blushes on their cheeks, and-woah, did someone actually faint?

Thanks to your last minute and improvised scene, Momoi was mollified and you were designated as the cook instead during the training camp

You were relieved that it had all been settled, but then it hit you that all of a sudden, you had to cook for everyone

You thought your cooking was alright, but there were a lot of guys, a lot of tall, bulky, teenage guys who had black holes for stomachs

Your actions seemed like a gift from god to the basketball players that were there, and suddenly, all eyes were on you during the training camp

When you walked around refilling water bottles and switching out fresh towels, there was always at least one player who would appear at your side, rushing to assist you with your tasks

They didn’t even seem to care that you were technically from a different school, and you found it hard to turn them down because of how eager they were

Even calling you _____-sama, how embarrassing!

There were whispers among the players about how they wished you could also be their team’s manager

And of course, Rakuzan wasn’t taking this at all

“Um, did something happen?”

“We just wanted to eat with our lovely manager, _____-nee!” Hayama cheered, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “You’ve been working so hard for us, and your food is so good!”

“I’m glad you like it…” You reply, not used to having all the Rakuzan members sitting around you. Not that you had been eating alone, but most times Akashi would visit with the other members of the GOM, Nebuya would be fighting in some sort of eating competition with the other centers, and Mibuchi would flit around from table to table like a social butterfly.

So it was a bit of an adjustment to have all five of them surrounding you at the table.

“_____, if anyone tries to touch you, let me know.” Nebuya suddenly states, cracking his knuckles. “I’ve been aching for a good fight.”

“And you can’t brush anyone else’s hair except mine, ok?” Mibuchi huffs, grabbing your hands.

“_____. If anyone bothers you at all, for whatever reason, I will take care of it.” Akashi states calmly, and you swear you can hear something going snip, snip.

“…Thanks…?”

Following that event during dinner, you notice that you don’t get called out as much as before, which you feel better about since you weren’t sure how long you would be able to stand being called -sama

Another change was that whenever you were running errands, without fail, someone from Rakuzan would accompany you

Not that you’d need it because you were not a child and could take care of yourself, but it was hard to turn down Hayama’s puppy dog eyes, Mibuchi’s watery eyes, Mayuzumi just stared at you and didn’t bother replying, Akashi was…Akashi, and there was no way you could physically get Nebuya to budge (you’ve tried).

Eventually the training camp comes to an end on a good note

You’ve made some new friends, and Momoi had started calling you by your first name, stating how she was going to start visiting you at Rakuzan

You felt proud of how your team had done and how much they had grown during their time at the camp

As you were getting ready to load everything up, Akashi and the rest of the team comes up to you, telling you to leave all the heavy lifting to them

“Are you sure? It’s really not a big deal…”

“You’ve worked hard, _____. Please, go ahead and get on the bus. We’ll be there shortly.” Akashi says, leaving no room for argument.

Once the members have made sure that you’ve left the scene, they all share a glance before turning to the group of basketball members still gathered around.

“Before you all go, we have a friendly warning for you all.” Akashi begins, radiating a powerful aura.

“If anyone of you even THINK that you can take our lovely manager…” Hayama continues, an uncharacteristically dark look flashing through his eyes.

“_____ is a proud member of Rakuzan, and we will never let you get your hands on her.” Mibuchi’s voice is composed, but his eyes are certainly anything but.

“So don’t go getting any bright ideas.” Nebuya finishes, his figure as imposing as always.

“…We’ll kill you.” Mayuzumi adds, scaring most of the crowd due to his sudden appearance.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Can i request a scenario for akashi seijuro please? Where s/o ang akashi are childhood friends but after he changed to bokushi, he ignored them. Now that he turned back he tries to get back what they had( or couldve had👀) if he didnt change. Thank you!

Akashi + Long Lost Friend Reader

It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon. The perfect kind of day to relax, let your worries go before another week of school started, and enjoy the day window shopping.

You were staring through the front window of one store, debating on getting the outfit in the window, that was very cute but you were sure you’d never actually wear, when you heard your name being called.

“[Y/N].”

You turn around and are surprised to see bright red hair, and a face you hadn’t seen in a long time. “Akashi…san.” You weren’t sure what to call him now.

When you were kids, you and Akashi had been best friends. Much like Momoi and Daki, you’d grown up together, done everything together, and even learned basketball together. But then, in middle school, when everyone else came into the picture and basketball became more than a game, Akashi started to change. He became cruel and harsh to people. Demanding, and unkind. When you had tried to help him, to understand what was wrong and be there for him, he literally pushed you away and told you to mind your own business.

That was the last conversation you had.

After that, you went to a different high school from Akashi and the team. Done with basketball, you wanted nothing to do with the sport or ‘The Generation of Miracles’ again. So hadn’t seen any of them. Until now.

“It’s been a long time. I almost didn’t recognize you with your hair like that.”

You flinch in surprise, instinctively touching your hair as your cheeks flush. “Well….it does tend to change after several years.” It’s Akashi’s turn to flinch now.

“So, you are still mad at me.” Your cheeks flush deeper at Akashi’s sullen response. You almost….feel bad now. Even though he was the one that was so cruel to you and ruined your friendship. “I debated about coming over and speaking with you. ‘Time heals all wounds’ is a farce of the scholars. But…it’s been so long, and I didn’t know when I would get the chance again. I’ve missed you, [Y/N].” You gulp shallowly. Your throat suddenly dry as your anger started to wavier. Who was this person? He’s not the Akashi you remember, nor the Akashi you had idolized as a child. “Will you…at least allow me to apologize? For how I behaved back then? I act so poorly towards you, and so many. I’m trying to make amends for it. I cannot turn back the clock to that day, but I at least wanted to say I was sorry and wish that we could start again. Of course, if you can’t forgive me, or wish to keep things as they are, I’ll respect that.”

You feel your heart tighten in your chest at his words. When you were younger, you had wished and wished that Akashi would come up to you and apologize. Now that you were getting your wish, you didn’t know what to do with it. Had he really changed? It seemed like he had. Was it really fair not to accept his apology and at least try?

“Ok.” You finally answer. Leaving Akashi there with baited breath for a moment. “I accept your apology. Do….you want to grab a cup of coffee and catch up?” A sigh of relief seemed to leave him and Akashi gave you a soft smile you do remember.

“I’d like that.” He said, following up as you walk to a café you knew on the corner. It was a start.

[vespersposts]

Reap what you sow

This story is a little different, more angsty than usual ( honestly don't know where it came from, but 2022 was a weird year).

It is based on Akashi's prediction of an adult Daiki finally realizing the true nature of his feelings for his best friend, but also on group dynamics and more or less binding choices to which one decides to submit.

I anticipate that it will consist of at least 10+ chapters (those I wrote in 2022): me and summarizing are two parallel lines.

I hope it is pleasant, let me know!

V.

It's the start of your final year at university, and with it comes a season of crammed schedules, sleepless nights, junk food and time that needs to be managed down to the minute if you don't want to fail in both your grades and your work. That's why your phone never stops ringing, that's why you colour-coded your contacts so you wouldn't miss a comma. That was your nature, after all: total chaos behind meticulous planning. 

You were so different from her, who had made a way of life out of precision and order, and with whom you were happily on the same page from day 1. Beautiful, talented, full-time manager of the most talked-about ball team in the country, always surrounded by the most outstanding people in the whole university, yet always so approachable, so friendly, so welcoming. No wonder her aura attracted everyone, for only an ugly soul could despise Satsuki. 

You check the message she sent you a few minutes earlier, mark the time in your app for your meeting at your flat and, having finished your breakfast of melonpan and coffee, you are ready to enter the plain, brightly lit classroom for the usual six hours of lectures.

Today's class is particularly noisy, everyone gathered around Kuri, the self-proclaimed princess of the place, the one who never misses an opportunity to set an example by taking advantage of her family's prestigious position at university. She's the one who spends her life judging people by their clothes, their phone models and the clubs they hang out in; the one who monopolises Satsuki's attention every time she manages to show up for a lecture, acting as her best friend.

Who knows what new nonsense she will complain about today, or better yet, who will be the victim of her crude humour. 

It must be closer than you think, for you feel several eyes following your every move, as you prepare your notebook and writing materials. You smile at your ruler, who gives you a cold look. Then you scroll through the notifications on your mobile phone, unimpressed by the expectant silence that has been created in just a few minutes.

Kuri has always been such a melodramatic person. 

You've known each other since primary school, and since primary school she's been picking on you: you're too fat, you're too short, you have bad taste in clothes, your hair is terrible, you're just a teacher's pet. She won't stand for sharing any activity with you: if she's assigned to your work group, she has to change it; if the only free seat in the classroom is next to you, she has to force someone to move; if the only free spot in the cafeteria is next to yours, she'll bitch until everyone in her group skips lunch. 

A lot of bullshit you got used to over the years, because your 'friend' has one talent: always getting in your way.

Here she comes, swaggering in a ridiculous way, followed by her procession of minions.

"Good morning," you greet her. You rest your face on your hand, hoping that yet another repetition of this shabby act will soon be over. She's standing in front of you, clutching her mobile phone in her perfectly manicured hands and slapping it in your face with an airing of contempt.

"I know! " she says firmly, but you don't understand. Not before you pinch the image to enlarge it. The elegant hall of a hotel in the city centre, a gala evening at which business leaders receive government awards, a table set and a picture of four people, two of them couples, toasting the success of a charming man in his early 40s.

"You may not know this, but Hashimoto's father took this photo. This pornographic photo where you rub up against a man who could be your father! This garbage that is now everywhere on social media. Shame on you! "she informs you, piercing you with her moral eye.

You take a few moments to admire every detail. How shiny the earrings were that Shunji, the sales manager of Japan's biggest pharmaceutical company, had bought for you! And that gown? A silk and crystal glove, so soft you could sleep in it.

"Firstly, you should learn to be less aggressive and rude, this is no way to address a person" you replied "Besides, try to mind your own business now and then! " you cut it short by handing her the phone back. 

You see her tremble and smile, a smile with her teeth clenched, because you know she is only full of envy.

You, the outsider: so ugly, clumsy, useless and boring. You went to the party of the year with the pharmaceutical tycoon's son, while she was probably in a trendy club, making videos to get some random Insta-famous guy's attention.

"You are immoral!" she declares, her voice rising in anger. "I'm going to ask the school board to evaluate your behaviour!" she concludes, to the murmur of the class.

"That too! Just because you're jealous?" you laugh.

" I'll have you expelled, you can't sully the name of this institution by fucking men for..." her voice breaks for a moment as he sees your eyes go dark. "Money!" she shouts at you, making you blink in surprise.

But it is only for a moment. 

Even though your heart is in your mouth, even though the risk of expulsion is real, you cannot let her have her way. 

"Make sure that you succeed " you tell her, looking her straight in the face.

" Or else? Are you threatening me?" the princess sneers, suddenly uncomfortable.

"No, no," you laugh, amused "I'm not as good at hunting witches as you are. Just a reminder that you reap what you sow. So, when this whole masquerade is over, don't run to Satsuki with your complaints and try to clean up your reputation. Even she won't be able to do anything about it " you concluded as you stood up to greet the arrival of the teacher.

The chorus of voices quickly fades away and is replaced by the baritone sound of Professor Nakamura, who is trying to get you hooked on statistics with a bold and emphatic voice. You write down numbers, formulas, calculations of derivatives and graphs, but your mind has not moved an inch from what happened a few moments ago, and is unlikely to do so any time soon, at least not willingly.

You hear them throughout the class. Those snide comments whispered behind your back.

You see them when you leave the classroom: their sick looks, their nods, their fingers pointing at you. 

You know their voices: hooker, escort, slut.

What they don't know is that things are not as simple or as sordid as they might seem. 

What they don't know, is that those who have learned the truth have understood, and in their own way have even supported you: they know that if you could help it, you wouldn't have chosen this path.

What no one really knows, though, not even Kuri, is that you are tired of being judged, of being spied on, of being pilloried every time you speak. 

You're tired of politeness.

If it is true that you reap what you sow, the sower of wind will reap storms.

[erina-writes-headcanons]

Tōō Academy Masterlist - Kuroko no Basuke

Hello Everyone, This is the Masterlist of my planned post and the link to the post of the scenarios. You also can see some of the symbols below.

🌹: Smut

🥀: Angst

🍭: Fluff

😂: Comedy

🧐: Random

🧸: Domestic

😐: Non-Specified

🗡️: Gore/Yandere

❤️: Romantic

Also, If you want a commission for a one-shot or a series, you can click this link:

Commission

Hello Everyone. I’m starting a commission. If you want a request, you can message me in here, Wattpad and Quotev.  I'm going to make a com

ERINA WRITES- HAIKYUU, HETALIA, KNB

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Aomine Daiki

Taking care of Sick S/O 🍭❤️

Spending time with their S/O in Rainy Days🧸❤️🍭

Having an Unathletic S/O ❤️🍭🧐

Getting Jealous Headcannons🍭❤️

Dating Headcanons❤️🍭

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Imayoshi Shoichi

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S/O Visiting Them and The Team Didn't Know About Them Dating❤️🍭😂

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Sakurai Ryō

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" concept: momoi leaving him for aomine; hara ‘comforting’ a fuming hanamiya by saying that they should date instead " HA HA HA I would love to read that !

[ask referencing this post]

“C’mon, Makoto, I’ll even dye my hair her shade,” hums Hara, massaging his captain’s shoulders.

Hanamiya’s so sick of both Hara, and still so pissed at Momoi (this whole time, she had had the audacity to say Aomine cared for her as a friend... how had he fucking believed her?), that he’s not bothered to dignify Hara’s comments with a response. He lets his head hang low, as Hara’s fingers rub circles into his skin, and pretends he’s in a world where none of these pink-haired-pains-in-the-ass exist.

“I can be cute, I’ll be super girly, if that’s your thing. I’ve still got that maid dress in my room, you know?”

Hanamiya grumbles something that sounds very much like ‘shut the fuck up’.

“Your mother likes me better than Momoi anyway - you know she’d be happy if we got together - so what’s stopping you?” Hara’s arms slip down Hanamiya’s torso, and wrap around it in a hug, as he presses his lips to Hanamiya’s cheek in a chaste kiss. “And I’d never betray you, Makoto; you know you’re my number one...”

Matsumoto walks into the gym, takes one glance at the scene in front of him, and walks straight out again.