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I LIKE HOW EVER MEMBER OF THE GMO HAS SOMEONE AS THERE DUO PARTNER
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But then there's Akashi who has his duo in himself
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adiraargent · 3 months
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I’m so in love with your Daiki fic!!! Can I hope to wait for Akaashi’s one?
Cute things Seijuro Akashi does to show you he loves you
Thank you so much for the request :P hope you like it warnings: fluff wc: 1.1k
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The sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room as Seijuro found you reading on the couch. You were on your back, head against the side of the couch with your book on your chest. He approached quietly, his presence commanding yet calming, and settled beside you, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"May I?" he asked softly, gesturing to the spot in your lap.
You nodded, a small smile gracing your lips as you lifted the book up a bit and allowed him to lay his head in your lap. "Of course Sei." You grinned down at him, his pretty pink eyes glinting from the reflection of the sun that spewed through the curtains.
Seijuro grabbed his book off the coffee table and then leaned closer to you. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, his proximity comforting in its own way. You both sat in silence, lost in your respective books, yet sharing the space effortlessly, your hand in his hair, softly scratching his scalp only occasionally pulling away to turn the page.
He had one hand holding his book and the other on your thigh, tracing small patters, occasionally turning his head to place a chaste kiss to your stomach, "love you pretty."
"Love you too Sei," you smiled fondly but then laughed softly, "Sei baby, you gotta hop up, I need to use that restroom."
"Im not moving, your lap is too comfortable," Akashi says, putting his book down and rolling onto your stomach, moving up a little so he was now lying on your chest, burying his head into your neck.
It was moments like these, the simple act of being together in the same space, that made you feel truly comfortable around him. There was a sense of ease in your presence with each other, even in your pajamas, engrossed in your own activities.
Seijuro's hand brushed against yours unexpectedly, his fingers interlacing with yours. It was a subtle gesture, yet it spoke volumes about his feelings, his touch conveying a sense of connection and intimacy.
As the day progressed, you found yourself preparing lunch in the kitchen, the savory aroma wafting through the air. Seijuro entered quietly, his steps graceful yet purposeful, and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.
"Need any help?" he inquired softly, his voice velvety smooth against your ear.
You smiled at his offer, feeling a surge of affection. "I'm fine, thank you," you replied, leaning back into his embrace, savoring the warmth of his touch.
His protectiveness often shone through, even in the simplest of actions. Walking down a crowded street, Seijuro would instinctively switch positions with you, guiding you to the safer side, his actions a silent vow to protect you.
Some mornings, when Seijuro had a rare day off and you had to rush to work, he'd be playfully clingy, stealing a few extra moments to hold you closer and press a gentle kiss against your forehead.
"Remember you mentioned this," Seijuro said, presenting you with a small package, a thoughtful gesture after recalling a passing comment you made about a particular item.
His attention to detail was astounding, remembering the little things about you — your preferences, your favorite treats, and the nuances of your personality.
During his trips, Seijuro would send pictures of every place he visited, each one a silent testament to his thoughts of you. A short text would accompany each picture, a simple 'wish you could be here to see it with me.'
He loved surprising you, occasionally bringing home a small gift just to see you smile, his way of expressing affection without needing a reason.
LATE NIGHT CONVERSATIONS!!!
In the quiet moments before bedtime, you and Seijuro found yourselves engaged in deep conversations, discussing dreams, aspirations, and the little things that made your hearts flutter. His undivided attention and genuine interest in your thoughts and feelings made you feel truly understood and cherished.
Also great at looking after you when you are sick
You woke up feeling awful, the world around you spinning as you groaned, trying to sit up. The room was dimly lit, and you felt your head throbbing painfully. Despite the discomfort, you managed to reach for your phone, sending a quick text to Seijuro, informing him of your condition.
Within minutes, you heard the door open quietly, and Seijuro entered, concern etched on his face. He approached you swiftly, his steps graceful yet purposeful, his presence commanding yet comforting.
"Are you alright?" he asked softly, his voice a calming melody in the hazy fog of your mind.
You shook your head weakly, unable to form words. Seijuro's hand felt cool against your forehead as he checked your temperature, his brows furrowing in concern.
"You have a fever," he stated calmly, his voice holding a hint of worry. "I'll take care of you."
Seijuro vanished briefly, returning with a damp cloth and a glass of water. He helped you sit up, propping pillows behind you for support, and placed the cloth on your forehead, the coolness providing some relief. The water he offered was a welcome respite, soothing your dry throat.
For the rest of the day, Seijuro tended to your needs diligently. He brought you medicine, prepared a simple meal that he insisted you eat despite your diminished appetite, and made sure you stayed hydrated. His presence alone provided a sense of comfort, his unwavering care evident in every action.
He sat by your side, reading to you softly, his soothing voice lulling you into a peaceful slumber. Throughout the day, Seijuro checked on you regularly, adjusting the blankets, offering encouraging words, and providing comfort in the form of his reassuring presence.
In between naps and bouts of weakness, you'd find Seijuro sitting at the edge of the bed, a concerned expression on his face, occasionally brushing a strand of hair from your forehead with a gentle touch.
As the evening descended, he prepared a warm bath for you, easing some of the discomfort. Seijuro made sure you were settled back in bed, placing a hand on your forehead once more, feeling your temperature slowly subside.
"Rest now," he murmured, his tone soothing and comforting. "I'll be here."
Seijuro stayed by your side throughout the night, occasionally waking you to ensure you were hydrated or taking your temperature. His unwavering care and attentive demeanor made you feel cherished and protected, despite the illness.
The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, you woke feeling considerably better. Seijuro was already up, preparing breakfast with the same composed demeanor, yet the glint of relief in his eyes was unmistakable.
"Feeling better?" he asked, turning to face you with a small smile.
You nodded, managing a weak smile in return. "Thanks to you."
Seijuro's care during your illness had been a testament to his unwavering dedication and affection, his quiet acts of kindness leaving a lasting impression on your heart.
Hope you liked it :)
Written by: adiraargent Requests are open! Please do not steal or post anywhere else :P
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thewritetofreespeech · 9 months
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Hi! I'm so glad to see your open askbox! I'd like to request a headcanon for KnB! How would GOM + Kagami react when their s/o walk in on them taking a shower naked and just casually invite themselves taking a shower with the boys? Thank you for taking my request and I hope you have a great week!
GoM + Kagami - s/o shower time
Akashi
Akashi sighed as the warm water hit his body. His shoulder relaxing in one of the few moments he had to himself. He wanted to get a quick shower before he went to go meet his father for dinner. Their monthly ritual now that he had moved out of the house.
He had just turned around to rinse his back went he heard one of the glass double doors open and [Y/N] standing there. “Mind if I join you?”
They must have known that he was tense about meeting his father; not hard to guess as he usually was. They had tried to be cheerful when he got home. Tried to be supportive. Tried to give him some space. Finally, when none of that seemed to work, they seemed to be going with base physical pleasure as a distraction.
“Of course. You’re always welcome my love.”
They smile and step into the double headed shower with Akashi. Then quickly into his arms. He was certainly more relaxed than usual meeting his father today. Maybe a ‘hot shower’ was called for every month now.
Aomine
‘Shit!’ Aomine cursed to himself as he jumped into his cold shower and instantly started soaping down.
Why did he always have to play Russian roulette with his alarm? He always had to push it too close for those extra few minutes and then here they were. Late. Too late to even let his shower heat up and try to keep the soap out of his eyes.
“Mind if I join you?”
Aomine looked up and over his shoulder to his s/o standing there. Nothing on but their smile. His morning wood that was coming down from the cold shower up to full mast again.
“Sure.” He replied with an equal grin before he pulled them into the shower. Hell he was already late. No point in rushing now.
Kise
Kise hummed to the music still playing in his head from the photoshoot. Still buzzing from all the energy.
It was different than when he played basketball, but still got him hyped. Everyone running around. The intensity to get the perfect shot. Quick changes for costumes. It was all a blur sometimes, but he must have done a good job because the photo director thanked him for his hard work.
He had just gotten home and wanted to take a quick shower before bed. Making sure to get the last of the makeup and hair products off before he slipped into clean sheets.
He was just about to step in when he heard the door open and turned around. “Mind if I join?” [Y/N] asked with a cheeky grin. Apparently having waited up for him, unlike he imagined.
“Sure!” Kise replied enthusiastically before moving aside to let them in first. “I missed you.” He told them once they were both under the water. Kissing them sweetly as rivulets trickled down their bodies.
Kuroko
It was usually pretty easy for Kuroko to sneak out of the bed and into the shower. Given that his presence was low, as long as he and s/o weren’t actively spooning or snuggled up Kuroko could slip out without waking them.
He had just finished up showering when he heard the door open and [Y/N] ask, “mind if I join you?” just as he was turning off the water.
They seemed a little crestfallen that they had missed their chance, so Kuroko reached behind him and turned the water back on. “I think I missed a spot. Wanna help me get it?”
Midorima
5:15 – wake up. morning ablutions.
5:45 – jog
6:30 – rehydrate and start coffee for the morning
6:45 - shower
Midorima had a very set way he liked to get ready for the morning. Following a routine led to increased performance through practice. A mentality he had always had about nearly all aspects of his life.
He was just about to wash his hair, at precisely 6:50 like usual, when he heard the bathroom door open. He knew it had to be [Y/N]. No one else was in the apartment. It wasn’t unheard of that they would be up at this time and was not usually a disturbance to his schedule, so it didn’t bother him. Usually.
“Mind if I join you?”
Midorima wiped around when he heard their voice in the shower. Naked, he assumed. He didn’t have his glasses on so it was hard to see. But the implication was quite clear.
“I uh…I have to get breakfast started.”
His logic didn’t seem to stop them, however, as they still invited themselves into his shower with some pretense about efficiency and better use of time, and all that. He didn’t argue, but it was certainly a disruption to his schedule.
Murasakibara
The alarm by his bed chirped cheerfully to the sound of his current favorite anime, before Murasakibara’s fist came down and pounded it into silence.
He wasn’t a morning person. He was barely a daytime at all kind of person. Kuro-chin had suggested using a song that sparked happy memories to wake up to as a way to be more excited about getting up, but, of course, it had failed.
Sitting up with a big, bear of a yawn, Murasakibara got out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom to get ready. He brushed his teeth while he waited for the shower to heat up, and debated about going back to bed. Stepping into the shower he stood under the water motionless for a while before he heard the curtain pull back.
“Mind if I join you?”
His normal, dull expression perked up as he saw [Y/N]-chin standing there. Suddenly not so sleepy anymore. “Sure.” Murasakibara tried to move and make space for them with his large frame. Hard to manage but they made it work.
This was a much better way to wake up in the morning. He’d have to tell Kuro-chin that this was a much better plan than stupid alarms.
+Kagami
“I’m gonna take a shower.” Kagami announced as he and s/o finished up their movie for the night and prepared for bed.
He’d always taken a shower before bed, even before coming to Japan. It was hit or miss in the states on if people did or didn’t, and maybe it was his parents Japanese background that led to their custom in their house, but he always did it. It just made sense to him. Getting all the germs & dirt of the day off. Kagami was sort of a neat freak on the inside, cultivated from having to keep his own place clean for years.
Halfway through his shower, Kagami looked up when he heard the door open. Thinking he would see [Y/N] in their pjs getting ready to brush their teeth for bed through the glass, but instead seeing them naked.
“Mind if I join you?”
Kagami could feel his face flush from more than just the hot water. His hands instinctively moving to cover himself, despite the half frosted modest glass already in place. Feeling very exposed. “I uh…I…”
[Y/N] seemed to take his hesitation as a time to be bold and opened the door. They had been together for a while, and had been intimate, just not in the shower. It was a secret fantasy that everyone had, that his mind was having trouble processing on was actually about to come true.
“Are you sure this is safe? I don’t want you to slip and crack your head open.”
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huhsyg · 7 months
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hello! i love your writing!! can i request headcanons for akashi x fem!basketballplayer!reader ?
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SEIJURO AKASHI X FEM!READER ‪ּ ۪ ‬  𖥔
mismatch tinted hues. | absolute emperor behavior.
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the red-haired emperor is more than willing to go against you and adore the tricks you attempt to pull on him
from the many medals he's gained from different tournaments, he'd love to decorate your walls with them
akashi is the definition of cold to everyone but sweet to you—expect for the little one-on-ones you'd play with him
whenever your practice lasts longer than it is usual, akashi would bring your favorite snacks to you
akashi would treasure the gifts you'd buy or make for him—that includes a pair of keychains for both of you to put on your bags
he loves to praise you when you manage to stop him in a game
late night drives after practice with akashi as you rest your head on his lap and he strokes, brushes, and untangles your hair without any noise
you'd always find your hand embraced with akashi's in crowded places
he does your hair for you on game days, and they somehow always look good???
whispers of encouragement whenever he finds you struggling with something instead of helping
the type of guy to tie your shoelaces for you
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yacchannanamin · 3 months
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Happy birthday Akashi Seijuro - December 20th
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xoxomyseriesxoxo · 1 year
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RAKUZAN HIGH | 10th Anime Anniversary Song MV - Zero Step (2022)
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myndless88 · 2 months
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Furihata: *casually mentions that he wants (insert brand/company name)*
Akashi: *Buys the whole brand/company for him*
Furihata: *clarifies in a flustered manner that he only wants a product/service from said brand/company, not to own the entire franchise*
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Please read left to right.
I've had this ask in my inbox for a while, so I decided to work on it. (sorry it took so long, anon!) Since Furihata likes trains, it was a given that this would involve trains. The model is based off an actual train from the Keihan Electric Railway (with some creative liberties from me). I'm not sure if there actually is a model toy of this type of train (or if it's that price).
I later wanted to change the train to a more luxurious one like Seven Stars. But I had already drawn this one, and the Seven Stars is a little more ornate (meaning I didn't want to draw that). So, you can just imagine that they occasionally take rides on that one.
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nikkimidorima · 7 months
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the rizz this man has when he wants to
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Akashi Seijuro x Fem!Reader
Pairing: Akashi Seijuro x Fem!Reader Warnings: my writing, tooth-rotting fluff Word count: 548 a/n: OOC Akashi I think. I am just writing this for myself but I'm just sharing it here for those who are willing to read stupid fics too. U can also request for something if you have anything on ur mind. just check the rules in my blog before requesting something. The ending is also very stupid cause i didn't know what to write. P.S.- I overdid it with the tags. ignore them... if u want to.
You were sitting on Akashi’s lap. One of his arms was wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly whilst the other handheld the book you were reading together, open. As he reached out to turn the page, your quiet voice called out.
“No, don’t turn it yet, I’m not done.”
“Well, how can I ignore your requests, fair maiden?”, your boyfriend said, before putting his hand back in its original place, around your waist.
“So cheesy, Sei. We should read something else other than medieval romance, then.”, you teased.
A warm, deep, velvety chuckle filled the room. Akashi’s hand slithers up your shirt and rests on your stomach.
“You’re right, darling. As much as I love reading, some books influence me. Nevertheless, I’m not taking back what I said before.
You giggled and turned to look at him. He set the book on the side table before turning his attention back to you.
He looks beautiful wearing his reading glasses. It was rectangular and was perched on his nose delicately. Akashi was looking at you from above his glasses. You reached your hand up, and took it off, setting it on the side table, above the book, carefully. Then, brought your face closer to his and lightly brushed your lips on his cheeks.
“You’re so pretty, you know that?”, you asked before proceeding to kiss his nose.
“Shouldn’t I say that to you, my love? You’re beautiful.” Akashi teased, pushing a strand of your hair that escaped its hair tie prison, behind your ear.
“Gorgeous” Kiss on the crown of you head.
“Attractive” Kiss on the top of your head.
“Appealing” Kiss on your forehead.
“Alluring” Kiss on the bridge of your nose.
“Bewitching” Kiss on your nose.
“irresistible” Kiss on one of your cheeks.
“heavenly” Kiss on your other cheek.
“pulchritudinous”
Akashi pressed his lips onto your, your cheeks dusted with red from what he said you were. You could feel Akashi smirking against your lips. He won the teasing game, fair and square. Just as he was pulling away, you pecked his lips slightly before pulling back yourself.
“I don’t know how you know all those words, especially the last one. I thought you were telling me that I’m like fruit punch or something. Or fruit pulp. Or studious. Does studious make sense, though? Maybe fruit juice who studies well. A smart fruit juice. A smart fruit! What’s a smart fruit, though? Maybe apples, cause they’re better than doctors.”
You boyfriend let a laugh he has been trying to hold back for so long. His beautiful laugh broke you out of your own thoughts.
“Huh? What happened, babe?”
“Nothing, darling. You were rambling.”
“Well,”, you said, smiling a little, “If it is annoying, I’ll just go.”
“No, no, love! I meant to say that its adorable.”
You laughed before wrapping your arms around his body and snuggling your face into the crook of Akashi’s neck.
“I love you.”
“I know,”, Akashi said softly, “I love you too.”
No matter what you do or where you go, Akashi Seijuro will be there with you. Like partners in crime, a prince and princess, a king and queen. You will always be the stars for his sky, the words in his story, and the music to his song.
He will be there for you, and you for him.
“Always.”
A soft whisper in your ear.
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rin-gumi20 · 3 months
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Happy Birthday to Seijuro Akashi 12/20
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*Everyone standing around the broken coffee maker*
Akashi: So. Who broke it? I‘m not mad, I just wanna know.
Everyone:
Tetsuya: …I did. I broke it.
Akashi: No. No you didn’t. Ryōta?
Kise: Don‘t look at me. Look at Murasakibaracchi
Murasakibara: What?! I didn’t break it.
Kise: Huh, that‘s weird. How’d you even know it was broken?
Murasakibara: Because it‘s sitting right in front of us and it‘s broken.
Kise: Suspicious.
Murasakibara: No it‘s not.
Taiga: If it matters, probably not, but Midorima was the last one to use it
Midorima: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
Taiga: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
Midorima: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Kagami!
Tetsuya: Okay let‘s not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Akashi.
Akashi: No! Who broke it!?
Everyone:
Taiga: Akashi… Aomine has been awfully quiet.
Aomine: rEALLY
Taiga: YES REALLY
Aomine: OH MY GOD
*Everyone starts arguing*
Akashi, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.
Akashi: I predict 10 minutes from now they‘ll be at each other‘s throats with warpaint on their faces and pig head on a stick.
Akashi:
Akashi: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
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Duo's that we needed more of.
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shoyoackerman · 8 months
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YOUR HEADCANONS FOR THE RAKUZAN TEAM YOU PUT IN THE TAGS OF THAT ONE POST YOU REBLOGGRD ARE SO INTERESTING, you simply NEEd to do more headcanons for all the Rakuzan members!
IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKED THEM 🤧 I have so many different hc for everyone in knb and especially for Rakuzan. Probably my second favourite team. For now here are some for Nebuya and Hayama. The next one will have the rest of the members!!
Nebuya Eikichi
- Like i said before, Nebuya absolutely adores animals, especially cows, specifically the highland cattle. He loves how strong and powerful they are, especially with their horns, yet also how cute looking the can be. It makes him appreciate people who can look deceptively weak yet are much stronger looking than expected.
- His love for animals, farm animals in particular, was due to him frequently visiting the farm his grandparents owned. He would constantly be coming into the country to spend time with them and help with work on the farm which ranged from feeding and grooming the animals. He would spend hours lying in the fields with the animals just dozing around him, baby calf’s would rest in his lap and let him pet them.
- He didn’t have a lot of friends growing up, ostracized because of the colour of his skin, despite the fact he was born in Japan. So when he was on the farm with his grandparents he always felt less lonely with all the animals.
- Nebuya loved animals so much he tried to go vegan, when that was too difficult he tried to be a vegetarian. He lasted longer than when he was a vegan before he gave it up because he loved meat just way too much 🤧but to make up it!
- He works/volunteers at vets. Sometimes even works part time at the groomers that is connected to the veterinary. He loves being around animals, a lot more than people, something that stayed with him since he was a child.
- The only people who have ever seen this side of him was his teammates. The only group of people he genuinely felt close to and even cared for, despite how much he and Reo like to argue with one another. He likes to put the other boy in a headlock, their interactions always remind Nebuya of when he’s with his older brothers.
- Which is one of the reasons why he loves to baby Akashi, when he’s retuned to himself, as he’s the youngest on the team and since Nebuya is the youngest of three brothers he’s always wanted to have someone to look over and be someone they could come to for help. Even though he’s bad at being logical, he will always support someone in what they want the most. (Even if he doesn’t completely understand what their talking about, he likes to act super knowledgeable, Reo calling him out on it all the time)
- His favourite time down activity is…cooking! He can’t bake for shit, somehow always burning any sort of cake, cupcake, brownie or pie. Like cannot bake for the life of him. But when it comes to cooking anything else, he’s the best. Having learnt from his dad who’s the main cook in the house since his mother is great at everything else but cooking. (The last time she cooked they all were in hospital for the week 💀)
- But cooking is something that started off when he was watching his dad in the kitchen, it became their thing to do together. And when Nebuya was old enough his dad allowed him to help with the cooking. It involved into them watching cooking shows together (his favorite show is Gordon Ramsay and he loves copying the insults and using it on people on the team. “Hayama you always surprise me” “woah really! That’s awesome, you know I always strive to being the exceptional and unpredictable” “you surprise me, how shit you are”) so he loves to cook when he’s feeling stressed or just bored.
- Hardcore kpop stan. Like, if he had to choose between never listening to kpop or playing basketball…sorry everyone he can’t betray his girls Red Velvet 😔 you know that one scene of Patrick Bateman listening to music? Yeah that’s Nebuya listening to kpop with the most intense expression ever. Girl groups are his shit. His mother was the one who got him into kpop, it’s something they bond over. Like his father with cooking, with his mother is everything and anything kpop.
Kotaro Hayama
- People think he has ADHD, no, no he’s just jacked all the way 100. There is no in between with him. He could just be chilling, scrolling on his phone and the next thing you know he’s trying to do parkour inside your house out of nowhere. (More times than Akashi can count has he had to replace a priceless vase that had been destroyed by his teammate who decided he wanted to try and jump from the bookcase. He was banned for two weeks before doing it again)
- Because of this misconception people have about him, they’ve tried to use ADHD as an insult. Which Hayama becomes immediately defensive about, because whilst he doesn’t have it. His younger brother Reki does (🤭) He’s gotten in trouble for starting fights, but because he’s teammates with Akashi he doesn’t ever get detention (something about the Akashi family being secret Yakuza members or whatever) But Hayama is a big protector to those he loves, so he tolerates no bad mouthing or people using disabilities as an insult.
- Gymnastic Hayama. When he was younger, his parents wanted something to have him run all his energy out on, and they tried EVERYTHING. Like they had him in soccer, baseball, swimming, track, tennis, every sport imaginable (not basketball, why? Because his father had an intense hatred for the sport for pure comedic reasons and didn’t want his son to be infected by basketball germs — Hayama father was in a long running competition with his brother, who was a basketball player and had this hatred for the sport. Which really didn’t last long when his son started playing and was good at it. He never lives this down when his brother brings up his son being on the basketball team. In return he says his son has more trophies from his middle school then he does in his entire adult life…they didn’t talk for a whole month)
- But for some reason Hayama took to gymnastics fantastically well…too well because before they knew it they were taking their son constantly to the hospital for broken, dislocated and fractured bones. Why? Because when he wasn’t at the gym he was at home in the backyard doing backflips from the roof, tables and any surface he could climb.
- Hayama was a constant face at the hospital, they made these little stickers specifically for him (it was a chibi cheetah with a cast on it’s leg) Would be walking down the halls and would be like superstar with the way he was greeting everyone and giving out high-fives with an arm in a cast. Everyone knew him. Even the patients.
- Bros flexibility is on another level, like disturbingly so that one time during a sleepover at Reo’s after watching a horror movie he went into a bridge and scared the shit out of everyone as he chased them around the house. Reo kicked him out on his balcony and was forced to sleep outside the rest of the night.
- He loves skateboarding, it’s his favorite thing to do. Because he will without a doubt be incorporating what he learnt in gymnastics into skateboarding. Everyone at the park just be watching this mf skating on his hands like it was nothing. Would be going down the ramps and doing fancy little tricks and jumps all on his hands. Everyone hates him. (Jk they love him and will go to him for help, especially the younger ones and he takes to it and loves giving advice and cheering them on when they succeed) (he has a secret skateboard partner who is a first year that attends Seirin High…who also used to be Akashis old teammate 🫣)
- Crossdresser Hayama? Yes? Yes? Yes! He has two older sisters, he was the the real life barbie doll. No jokes his haircut was given to him by his sisters and he’s just kept the same style since middle school. His sisters would dress him up in skirts, dresses, wigs, stockings and high heels. The whole nine yards. And he didn’t hate it? He had a lot of fun learning that he could wear whatever the fuck he wanted to whilst looking hot as fuck. One time when he was dolled up and went out with his sisters, he ran into Reo, who tried flirting with him completely unaware it was Hayama. When he found out (it was on a tuesday afternoon, 4:20 pm at Rakuzan High School in the basketball gym) Reo had an identity crisis PURELY because it was Hayama, and couldn’t look at Hayama without turning red.
- Wanna guess what his favourite genre of music is? Mozart, Frederic Chopin and Pyotor llyich. No kidding, completely deadass. Classical music is his jam. Fast paced, dramatic and overall epic as fuck? (Nobody gives him the aux cord) he of course loves rnb, rap and pop. But classical music has a grip on him. He will attend orchestras when they have shows, Akashi goes with him since he also shares the same taste in music which was a surprise to the younger boy, but it was something they bond over.
- I’m not kidding nobody will let him have the aux cord unless they pre approve what music he will play 😭
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can you do scenarios for the GoM boys + Himuro falling asleep by or on female reader?
GoM Boys + Himuro - Nap Time
Akashi
It was hard to tell when something was wrong with Akashi. He held in his emotions very well. However, being around him so much, and so close, you could tell that something was off; even as he diligently worked on the student council paperwork.
“Akashi-kun, is something the matter?”
The red head looked up from his writing, slower than usual, but smiled. “No [Y/N]. Of course not.”
“I can tell that something is off with you. Please tell me what’s wrong.”
He seemed to hem & haw over your earnest entreaty before he turned back to his paperwork. “I’m just a little tired. Nothing to worry about.” It took a lot for Akashi to mention that. Any sign of weakness was something that his family, or father, would not tolerate. So, it showed how much he trusted you.
You weren’t surprised he was tired. The expectations put on him, as well as his academics, extra curriculars, and basketball, it was a wonder he wasn’t exhausted all the time. The stress must really be getting to him if he was willing to admit he was ‘a little tired’.
Setting down your pen, you sneak over to the door of the student council room and lock it. “Why don’t you lay down on the couch?” You offer. “No one can come in now. And I’ll keep watch for anyone lurking around in the halls.”
“I couldn’t possibly do that.” Akashi insisted. Acting as if the whole idea was absurd.
“Come on. It’s not like you’re the first student council member to crash out on it.” The implication that he was no different from his peers may Akashi furrow his brow. “I won’t tell anyone. Rest is important for recovery. I’ll work on this, and you can take a quick cat nap, and will never tell anyone your shameful secret of you being tired once in your life.”
He scoffed once at your joke, but seemed to concede. “Very well,” Akashi agreed as he loosened his uniform tie and headed for the couch, “as long as my secret is safe with you.”
“Always.”
This seemed to put him at ease and Akashi fell asleep to the sound of your pen against paper. Scribbling away while he rested in the afternoon sun.
Aomine
Aomine napping wasn’t anything new. He spent most of his school days up on the roof in his favorite nap spot, watching the clouds and laying in the sun like a cat. It was a wonder he didn’t get burned.
Climbing the stairs to the roof, you found him spread out on the concrete. Still unsure how that could possibly be comfortable. “Are you going to class at all today?”
The basketball star opened one eye up at you, then shrugged. “I’ll go to lunch.”
“Lunch isn’t a class, Aomine.” You remind him as you knelt beside him.
He stretched long and loud before he settled back into his nap position. “I’m gonna go to science here in a bit. We’re learning about cicadas.” You smirk at Aomine’s childish interest still in all things insect related.
He rolled over and placed his head in your lap. “But that’s not for another half an hour.”
“Hey! I’m not a pillow! And unlike you I have to go to class.”
“If you did you wouldn’t be up here.” He cleverly remarked. You growl a little and tempted to just stand up and let his big, dumb head smack against the pavement.
Aomine’s hand reached back to touch your leg. Not in a gropey way, but in a calm, affectionate, soft kind of way. “Stay with me.”
His words make your heart weak. Looking at his peaceful face, and the gentle way he spoke only to you. Your resolve cracked instantly. “Fine. But we’re going to class at the bell.”
Aomine smirked in his sleep and continued to nap. Resting in your lap with the cool breeze and warm sun. You wish you had brought a book.
Kise
It was late at night when Kise texted you and said he was finally finished with his shoot. The two of you were supposed to meet up for a date, after his modeling gig, but it had run very late. You were willing to let it go, but Kise insisted that you had made plans and were going to stick with them.
“Hey [Y/N]-cchi.” He greeted at the door in his signature way, but with much less enthusiasm.
“Kise you look exhausted.” You tell him honestly, but still let him in and close the door. “I told you we could reschedule. You didn’t have to come all the way over here.”
“No, no. It’s fine.” He insisted as he took off his shoes. “The shoot was really hard, but I felt bad for bailing on you because of work. Do you still want to go out? There’s some after hours clubs I could probably get us into.”
“No thanks.” Aside from the fact that Kise clearly looked tired, you were already in your pjs and didn’t want to get dressed again. “Why don’t we just relax and watch a movie. Did you even eat anything while you were on set?”
“Oh, you know models.” He joked as he followed you down the hall toward the living room on autopilot. “Nothing but coffee and mineral water.”
You tell Kise to sit down on the couch and you would make him something. Surely you had enough stuff in your fridge to make him a sandwich. Coming back into the living room you saw Kise on the couch with his head tipped back on the sofa, asleep. You smile a little as you appreciated the gesture of him wanting to make time for you, but it was clear he was working himself hard to keep up with school, basketball, modeling, and you. Kise was a nice guy. He wanted to make people happy; even sometimes at the expense of himself.
You set the snacks down and pull out a blanket to lay over him. Kise roused a little, but more to adjust to a more comfortable position. His head lulling to the side.
You smile again and curl up next to Kise, who immediately wrapped his arm around you in his sleep. It may not have been the date Kise had wanted with you, but it was still nice to spend time together. Even if you were both asleep for it.
Kuroko
“Kuroko….Kuroko….KUROKO!”
The blue haired boy jumped awake in alarm; or as alarmed as Kuroko could get. He looked at you in surprise as you scrunched your mouth and told him, “You were asleep.”
“Oh. Was I?” He asked rubbing his eyes.
“How could you not know?”
“Well, sometimes when I stay up late reading, I just nod off for a few minutes and wake back up. My presence is so low most people don’t seem to notice.”
“And you don’t walk into walls or anything?” You ask curiously. More interested in the phenomenon than irritated now.
Kuroko shrugged. “Not really. If I do, I’m not moving that fast. So I just bump into it, wake up, and keep going.”
“What if you walk off a bridge or something?!”
“I haven’t done that yet either. So I guess it’s ok.”
You watch Kuroko as you continue to walk to school. Staring at his face until his eyes suddenly slide closed and he was practically sleepwalking the rest of the way to school. He was right. No one really seemed to notice and subconsciously moved out of his way as he moved through the morning bustle. Overall it seemed his body had the muscle memory to get him there unharmed, which was really interesting.
When you came to the crosswalk you reached out and grabbed Kuroko’s hand to hold it. He woke back up, blinked a few times, then looked down at your hands before looking up at you. “I’d like to make sure you don’t walk into traffic.” He smiled and squeezed your hand.
You walk the rest of the way to school, Kuroko in and out of sleep, before you both make it to the gate and he seemed ready for the day. “Thank you for keeping me safe [Y/N].” He told you. Squeezing your hand one last time before you part ways toward your separate classes.
Midorima
His head bobbed yet again as he stared at the textbook before it popped up. Midorima glared at the pages, as if their lack of interesting facts was the problem, and tried to refocus again.
“Why don’t we take a little break?” You suggest. Setting your own book down.
“No.” Midorima said emphatically. “We need to get this done before the next cram school.”
With graduation, and future plans for college fast approaching, you had both signed up for the same cram school. A very advanced, competitive cram school that boasted the highest acceptance rate into top universities. But it wasn’t only that the program was competitive, the students were. And though he tried to hide it Midorima was fiercely competitive.
“Midorima-kun, it’s ok. It was just a fluke. You don’t have to get first place for every practice exam. It’s just practice. Second is fine as well.” His hands gripped the pages of the textbook fiercely. Clearly, he did not agree. You sigh and close your book. “You know, studies show that a brain without enough REM sleep can not only not process information, but actually loose retention of pre-existing information in an effort to prioritize necessary function in the absence of rest.”
“Where did you read that from?”
“The Harvard Medical Journal.”
He stopped scanning the page and looked up at you over his glasses. Clearly only seeing reason now that someone with credentials he hadn’t even met had made the argument. “Fine. 20 minutes, then we go back to studying.”
You smile and come around to the other side of the table by Midorima. He seemed uncomfortable resting beside you, at first. But clearly he was so tired that that didn’t matter and was out very quickly after he closed his eyes. Not even bothering to take off his glasses.
You reset the alarm for an additional 20 minutes to let him rest longer. He was a little upset at the loss of nearly a full precious hour when he woke up, but did look more refreshed, and tackled the books with a newfound gusto.
Murasakibara
“[Y/N]-cchi….this movie is boring….”
“But you picked it?” You remind him as Murasakibara stretched out on the couch; taking up most of is with his size.
“I know, but it’s boring now.” He repeated. “Plus we’re out of snacks.”
“Is that why you’re bored?” You ask, not mentioning that you barely got any of the popcorn or candy you’d brought in. “Because you don’t have any snacks? I can pause and we get you some more.”
“No.” He replied. Although he clearly wasn’t responding to your question. “I’m comfy here now.” His head was in your lap, while the rest of was half covered with a blanket. Which, you had to admit, did look pretty comfortable.
“Murasaki-kun, you’re not going to fall asleep are you? I didn’t mention it earlier, but I kind of have to go to the bathroom and…” Your comments were cut off by a loud snore. Murasakibara clearly already asleep in your lap.
+Himuro
“Annnnd now I’m stuck.”
Himuro chuckled at your misfortune. “Sorry [Y/N]. I could try to move him if you want.”
“No…don’t wake him…” You’d seen Murasakibara woken up from a nap, and it was not pretty.
“Can you really blame him though? I’m sure your pretty comfy.”
“Oh yeah,” you droll back sarcastically, “just a big snuggly fluff ball over here.”
He chuckled again and shifted around under the blanket. “Hmm…I think so.”
“Not you too Himuro!” You hiss, trying not to wake Murasakibara, as he rested his head on your other shoulder.
“I’m not. I’m not.” Himuro insisted. “I’m just kidding around. I have a little more self-control than Murasakibara.” Even as he said that his eyes slid closed, and his words came out slower. Another few breaths and he was asleep. Quietly snoring on your shoulder, while Murasakibara snored loudly near your ear.
Yep….you were really stuck now.
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lumilotus · 1 year
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❆。 #kiwi_6Fanarts ・*
i’ve been wanting to do this challenge for the longest time but the new twist is i’m trying different art styles with each chara. i chose 6 from random series i like!
⠀⠀⊱ akashi seijuro, kuroko no basuke
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undersero · 7 months
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Bee!! hi bby
i was wondering if you’d like to indulge me on how Akashi, Kise, and Hanamiya from KNB would handle a “there’s only bed” type of situation? especially if it’s pre relationship and they’re into you but you don’t know that yet ! >.> hehe thank you ! 💕
Gray no one makes me feral for Hanamiya like you do lololol I am a monster that u created
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Akashi, The Gentleman
Without a doubt, Akashi would semi-successfully push his feelings for you aside and attempt chivalry. He will offer the bed to you and have a backup plan for himself in mind. I think mostly, he wouldn’t want to overstep the bounds of the friendship you already have, and would be careful to not let his feelings for you cloud his better judgement and your comfort.
And you… well. I don’t think you’d want to force him to sleep on the floor. You’d reason to yourself and to him that there’s plenty of room for you both, that there’s no worry about close proximity making things feel weird. And you’d believe it until you feel the sheets moving with each breath he takes and feel the warmth radiating from his body so strongly that you swear it burns your skin.
Akashi is all you can smell and hear and feel and see. He’s a foot away from you and still overhauling your senses. Under his cloud, you reason: it’s kind of cold. Surely it wouldn’t be a big deal if you closed the distance. Right. He can’t be upset with you. Right? Right.
Right?
Without taking the time to talk yourself out of it, you press yourself against him and to your absolute shock, surprise, and excitement, he wraps his arm around you comfortably and tucks you into his side. He squeezes your arm, almost like a silent question: is this okay?
Your response comes in the form of nuzzling closer to him and making yourself comfortable: yes.
Hanamiya, The Menace
Listen. I hate him so much (no I don’t). He sprawls out in the bed and takes great pains to ignore you for a few minutes before his eyes slyly slide over to you and he quirks his brow with a smirk on his lips and says something like:
“You gonna lay down or stand there?” And when you make a face at him, trying to hide the reaction his words have on your body, his smirk grows and his eyes glint with mischief and he says, “don’t give me that look, darlin’.”
Your heart is hammering in your chest and your face feels hot because really he’s so fucking annoying and irritation sparks in your veins but it isn’t really because he’s so insufferable, and you know that- you know the irritation is jolting you because you like it and you like him and you like when he fucks with you and it makes you feel soft and gooey and hot like lava.
You try to avoid him. Really, you do. But the way he’s sprawled out makes it impossible to not be against his body somehow, so you settle with your back facing him, curled onto your side in the space between his arm and leg, spread wide like a starfish. Your head isn’t even on a pillow.
The closeness is so much for you. You swear you feel his eyes on you, raking over your skin inch by inch.
And then he starts touching you. It’s almost timid at first and you try to ignore the way his forearm fucks up your hair, feigning sleep with all your might, but you can’t ignore it anymore when you feel his weight shift as he rolls toward you, other hand sliding onto your thigh.
He takes your stillness as permission. And he wraps his arm firmly around your waist and pulls your back to his chest, fully enveloping you in his embrace. There’s no escaping him now. You wiggle a bit, trying to see how tightly he’s got you, when he pulls you right back.
“Stop moving,” he mumbles, eyes closed but fully awake, “I’m sleeping.”
And he wraps his leg up and over both of yours and there’s no hope for you to move.
Kise, The Flirt
He doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he’s thrilled. Kise looks at you, eyes gleaming and warm with a big smile on his face and coos your little nickname and says, “isn’t it wonderful we get to spend the night together?”
You hate how his words clearly mean multiple things. And on cue, you feel warm and bashful as the meaning of his words wash over you. Honestly, it’s rude.
“Watch it, or you’ll sleep on the floor.”
He gasps, dramatically resting his hand on his chest as his eyes grow wide with disbelief and betrayal.
“You would make me sleep on the floor!?” He covers his face as your nickname rolls off his lips once more, “how could you?”
Like always, his performance has you fighting a grin, trying to bite and swallow it down but ultimately losing that battle as it pulls at your lips. He peeks at you with one eye before covering it once more with his hand.
“Oh, the humanity!” He cries, flopping on the bed.
And now, you’re laughing, dropping your bag by the foot of the bed and crawling up too, enticed by his playful nature.
“Calm down, drama queen, I won’t make you do that.”
Instantly, he brightens, sitting up and pulling your hands into his, allowing his fingers to close over yours with ease, dwarfing them.
“You’re so kind and so good,” he praises, bowing his head and pressing his forehead to your joined hands to show his gratitude.
But then his eyes change, and they grow sly and he smirks at you with a quirked brow and speaks.
“I can think of several ways to return the favor of your generosity. Let me show you.”
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