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rens-room · 3 years

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kuroko no basket thoughts:

season 1 (2 and 3 under the cut)

pick one name for this show please. and no it can’t be “the basketball which kuroko plays” bc that’s way too long.

it’s comfort show time! (I’m gonna get hate but I enjoy knb more than haikyuu-I’m only explaining that if asked).

these kids are so extra lol.

“ball is life”

I did learn almost everything I know about sports from sports anime and thats kinda helpful.

do you ever go up to someone you just met and make them outrageous promises and also declare yourself their partner? no? just kuroko things.

poor kise gets treated like an attack dog bc he can mimic attacks and he really doesn’t deserve that.

it’s funny bc the whole show is about middle school trauma (and drama) which is...pretty accurate.

also underneath all the absurd powers/abilities the narrative is really sweet and the story itself is about friendship. the super extra abilities and visuals are just to draw you in and add another layer because anime/manga is a visual storytelling medium.

gotta love how kuroko just does risky things and then his tall friends come to back him up.

he promised kagami a partnership for basketball but kagami is really acting as his bodyguard to keep kuroko safe so they can actually play basketball.

does mitobe ever...speak?

midorima and midoriya are green and lucky. (no really, I refer to midoriya as deku to avoid mental confusion between the characters).

is midorima’s way of shooting threes even...possible/practical? (I’m sure this has been answered before but please send me links if it has).

it’s the color coordinated flip phones for me.

you know it’s 2000s- 2010s anime when they start bringing out the colored flip phones.

midorima is that bitch with everyones star chart memorized and you best believe he knows everyones lucky items too.

despite being some of the more basic character designs, I really like takao, izuki, and imayoshi.

hyuga is great. of course his personality is a little warped after having to destroy his figurines.

on that note aida is a sadist which is also great.

tbh all of the miracles are treated like tools by their highschool teams and thats 1 rude, 2 kinda fucked up, and 3 the reason they’re all stuck up assholes with god complexes.

the FUCKING TENSION at the tables when kise, midorima, kagami, and kuroko are at the restaurant together. (also takao leaving midorima there like the chaos agent he is, *chefs kiss*).

the flying food that just so happens to land on midorima’s head for me. (good job takao!)

SAKURAIIIIIIIII my favorite apologetic mushroom!! I love him.

they really called him “mushroom #9” ahhhhh.

honey lemons...no not like that.

so theres the “defeat my evil ex teammates” angle or the “defeat my evil exes” angle and both are correct.

its the ken burns-esque montages for me.

ah I forgot about kaijo’s rebound bitch. he’s loud.

imayoshi is such a snake. I love him.

kaijo got the best deal on a miracle. aomine is Difficult to work with, midorima is crazy, murasakibara doesn’t even like the sport, and akashi is Crazy™. kise is objectively the most normal and easiest to have on a team. plus he (debatably) has the best ability: perfect copy.

season 2

ah yes get ready for himura tatsuya and Cringe english.

also tepei you literally broke the “first years only” rule you helped create.

when murasakibara is on screen: attack on titan theme intensifies.

I think I like the visuals for the first op of season 2 (3rd overall op) the most. (it may be my overall favorite op).

murasakibara YOU CANT JUST RIP OFF SOMEONES EYEBROW!

vanishing drive here we come!

the real question is how himuro played street ball in jeans.

for midorima size does matter lol.

blond hyuga is always funny.

izuki being called cutie by the coaches dad lol.

ah the required hot springs fanservice episode.

being out of highschool now (I’m rewatching knb) the Kirisaki Daiichi High match is more painful. hanamiya is too cruel to ruin people’s lives like that.

the best scene is in episode 38. it involves scissors.

akashi literally owns all of them. he’s not your “former” captian if you still come when called.

akashi you can’t just stab people.

also your bangs look terrible akashi.

forget midorima’s shots, how TF does aomine do this!! are they possible? or would making them irl be more luck than skill?

midorima looks like a carrot in his uniform with the orange and green.

the best part of this is the matches are pretty short all things considered like theres two 6 episode matches and the final is like 9 but most are resolved kn less than five.

as a short person™, murasakibara personally offends me.

phantom shot is so hype.

I love how they name attacks like in shonen. it’s really cute.

why’s my favorite character type either pretty boy: himuro and takao or psychopath: akashi??

it should be illegal to not only break the basket but also single handedly lift up another human.

is kise allowed to talk to kagami and murasakibara during the yosen match? what was he doing so close to the court?

I’ve always thought hyuga, riko, and teppei gave off poly relationship vibes. they all look at each other/interact in the same way.

kagami as a point guard actually made me laugh out loud. it’s so out of character for him and it surprised yosen.

I love the end cards with the characters at the end of every episode.

crunchyroll has given me so many quest protein bar ads. is it because I’m watching sports anime?

himuro’s fakeouts give me death note “I know that you know that I know” vibes.

is the montage music the same as an op? if so which one?

season 3

I SHARE A BIRTHDAY WITH A KNB CHARACTER!

it’s fun that seirin comes full circle and plays kaijo basically last in the winter cup as they were the first team they scrimmaged in the series.

the pacing and balance of the show is one of the best parts. its complete and flows well .

the black wristband is so subtle, yet it’s been there since the beginning, such good foreshadowing. I honestly only noticed because I’m rewatching.

the nostalgia of the opening narration about the generation of miracles. yes it will get tiring like the first one, but I enjoy the throwback/reference.

one of the show’s strong points is the ability to circle back to things. combined with the steady pacing and overall balance between matches, training arcs, and fun excursions, knb is one of the most well rounded and complete feeling anime I have seen.

1 I forgot about haizaki, 2 he looked better with his middle school hairstyle, 3 he and hanamiya would get along like a house on fire.

the transition in the opening narration of the miracles from teiko to their current team’s uniform is so smooth and visually pleasing. especially akashi’s because you can see his eye change color.

the fireworks in the opening are kinda random but they are fun.

so I really loved bungou stray dogs op trash candy and it got me into granrodeo. I also remember liking (and still like) the music in knb. imagine my surprise when I found out granrodeo is responsible for like half the music in knb.

there’s so many grudge matches lol.

season three, the season of backstory and flashbacks.

aomine to haizaki: the only one who can mess with my friends is me.

ah the not so subtle introduction of rakuzan.

akashi has cat eyes. he literally is a cat.

ok but during the shutoku match when akashi ankle breaks two guys at once and then literally dribbles the ball over one of their heads. power move.

takao and midorima’s threes in the rakuzan match remind me of hinata and kageyama’s Freak-Quick attack.

I love mibuchi. so much. and hayama. so rakuzan might be my favorite team after seirin...

akashi is short. and a bit of a psychopath, but mostly short.

the bokushi/oreshi thing is a lot more obvious to see (hear) in a rewatch of the show.

SHAKE MIDORIMA’s FUCKING HAND AKASHI!

midorima doesn’t bow low, kinda like another tall, (standoffish) glasses-wearing character- tsukishima.

“declaration of war” “return the favor” kise is such a dynamic character and I like him for that.

isn’t kise a little too op?

awww I forgot furihata plays in the kaijo game.

kasamatsu is actually really cool.

it’s a shame that every new technique kuroko comes up with is defeated so quickly.

the TEIKO DAYS OP OMG I’M GONNA CRY!! THEY’RE SO SMALL AND CUTE AND INNOCENT AHHHHHHH! (episode 63)

knb is about fixing friendships/repairing relationships and I think that’s really sweet.

the similarities between aomine and kagami meeting kuroko are so good (and painful).

kuroko just really loves and cares about his friends. which is really nice to see.

the height difference between nijimura and akashi at teiko.

kuroko really said: my life was kinda a disaster, and then akashi happened and I picked up a misdirection book, and then it really turned into a disaster.

onigiri oops I mean Ogiwara-kun!

the miracles are sooooooo cute in middle school! they’re tiny and look so young and not traumatized.

underrated part of the teiko flashbacks is seeing whatever ridiculous item midorima is carrying around.

true talent is throwing a box of snacks like a basket ball and successfully hitting a moving target in the face.

me confusing personality types with Japanese blood type stereotypes: theres no way midorima is type B, he should be type A. me after reading what Japanese blood type stereotypes are: ah never mind midorima is selfish and uncooperative.

knb is also about unlearning behaviors/thought patterns to be a better person. and making fucking friends.

watching the miracles fall apart is not easier the second time, if anything it hurts more because you know it’s coming and there’s nothing you can do.

teiko was so toxic! like on every level the ideology of the school caused harm to literal children.

akashi does have a wholeass suit of armor in the dining room wtf.

there’s also of course the competing victory philosophies explored in the show not to mention the sport elements that are outside my immediate range of knowledge.

look at what you did, teiko: you fucked up a perfectly good group of kids, now they have god complexes.

so not only is Tsuchida’s girlfriend really pretty, but she’s also smooth af! way to make your s/o feel good about not being a starter!

the love I feel for mitobe, he’s honestly so great. he’s tall, quiet, and can cook.

of course rakuzan get’s their own op, they’re the final battle.

HAHAHAHA HOW DOES IT FEEL TO GET REPLACED?! (jk I love mayuzumi) but really making a kuroko 2.0 and debuting him during finals is cruel.

is mibuchi’s earth shot like allowed? is it ok to intentionally foul the opponent to get a free throw? or am I just overthinking this?

nebuya you don’t have to add “muscles” to all your move names. in fact please don’t.

YOU CAN’T DUNK YOU’RE ONLY 5′8″!! (not fair!)

hyuga gets stuck in his own head a lot.

only akashi would know how to manipulate the human body into kneeling.

rip mayuzumi. he gets used by everyone. his team, akashi, and kuroko. I would not be able to go back on the court knowing that I’m just a tool.

I honestly forget about the zone every time I watch knb. I could probably live without it. the flashy moves on the court were enough for me.

he’s baaaaacckkkk!!!

I like that while a winner was established, all the teams were still motivated for the future.

was anyone going to tell me nijimura and akashi switched jersey numbers at teiko when akashi took over as captain?? or was I just supposed to piece that together myself?

the extra episode for kuroko’s birthday is so cute!

midorima calling takao because his luck is bad and he saw a black cat is too funny.

it’s ok kuroko! for one day out of the year people remember you!

takao the delivery man: he specializes in special items for cancers and the occasional human named midorima shintaro (or himuro tatsuya lol).

furihata really has the worst luck lol. he opens the door and it’s akashi.

(last game is dead to me)

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mirioho · 2 years

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I see you're a fan of TakaKuro (taste) so what do you think of MidoKaga? :o

Aaaaa I knew I forgot one!! MidoKaga is so good!! Def underrated just like TakaKuro

Which reminds me last night I was rewatching the knb dub and after the kaijo vs seirin match when kagami and midorima talk that was GOLD their little exchange of "Aww so you do love me after all" and "Oh you're not my type" afshdhdkdk

But anyways yeah their exchanges are always fun to watch and while Kagami's true rival is Aomine. His rivaly with Midorima is so good too!! I still remember the chills I got from their first match and midorima being like "I believed in you". Midorima acknowledged Kagami and even helped him improve during the summer, all in his own tsundere way of course lmao. Their personalities are so different but that's what makes them really interesting to me

All this to say yeah I love them lol

#jaz talks #asks #zelandiangelo

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shoichee · 3 years

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omg cngrts on 100!!!! <3 u deserve it!!!! hii how are you??? ahaha hows genshin going for you?? also for ur milstone event, can i request kise ryota with prompt 19 or 20, i cant decide between the two, so ill leaave it to you!! <3 i hope youre doing well 💖💖💖💖

dhfiuseyghieaugh tysm ily reeeeee <33 been playing genshin nonstop to keep my sanity from my uni papers SEND HELP

Kise x Reader

19. “I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me”

Word Count: 2851

prompt list here

Note: we need more manga Kise, i repeat, we need more asshole Kise

»»—————　☼　—————««

How could this happen? How could he, the veteran of receiving female attention, be so careless?

He only saw you as an intrigue. A challenge. Perhaps a friend at the very most.

How did this happen?

Kise slightly grits his teeth before he quickly exhales, bringing his hand to rub out the tension in his neck. His mood had not gone unnoticed by his fans around him.

Ah, shit.

“Ryōta!” one called out, her tone dripped in saccharine. “What’s wrong?”

“Have you been pushing yourself lately?” another one chimes in.

“I can come with you to the infirmary… surely you’d have trouble!—”

“Move—I asked first!”

“H-hey! Quit being so snappy—!”

“Stop.”

He instinctively sends a glare at the mob out of irritation but then stops himself to quickly etch a sweet smile of his own for them. No matter how much he hears these words of concern, he hears nothing but empty wind. Hanging around girls was supposed to be a fun pastime. A challenge. Nowadays, his mind doesn’t bother to register any of their names, their faces. All their voices that come out of their mouth have become constantly replayed recaps; their chatters have become equivalent to those of flocking pigeons. “Don’t worry, everyone! Basketball practice has just been tough, is all. You’re all so kind to worry for my health, though! Thank you!”

Squeals rang throughout the courtyard as they hung onto his every word. Predictable.

As he firmly separates himself away from the group and leaves off with a cheerful facade, he quickly turns around to make a break with a brisk walk. Where to, exactly? He doesn’t know, but anywhere that didn’t have people around would be godsend.

His mind always returns back to you. You, who he thought would be the cure to his social life, just as Aomine and Kuroko were to his life of sports. You, who respected his personal space. You, whom he had meaningful conversations with during breaks sometimes. You, who he felt like he can drop his facades around recently and just entirely be himself.

As cruel as it was, he once challenged himself to make you fall for him. A sick, twisted game that would cure his boredom and give him something to look forward to other than practice. Something to keep him on his toes throughout the beginning of high school. You, who wasn’t honestly that special, other than the fact you treated him differently, unlike other people. Hell, even the adults are wrapped around his finger. What’s not making you fall head over heels for him? His curiosity continues to grow exponentially the more he spends time with you; never once did it get satiated.

Was it his ego that you bruised up? Was it his competitiveness kicking in at the thought of experiencing a type of “defeat?” Was it the unsaid uncertainty in his heart that is currently panicking of the thought of entering a whole new territory with new emotions and thoughts?

There is nothing special about you. You were only a challenge. There is nothing special about you. Once he figures you out, your game, you would just be like everyone els—

“Ow!”

“Ah, sorry! My bad, my bad! Are you alright? I’ve been a tad dizzy lately, here let me help you, oh…” As he rambles in a slight fluster, he immediately jumps back into his chivalrous side, immediately clasping a hand to help them up. Expecting to see another faceless individual, his eyes widened when his mind registered a pair of eyes staring inquisitively at him. Your eyes.

“Are you the same Ryōta I know?” you stifle a laugh. “Since when were you so quick to ever help me out without complaining my ear off?” When they say his first name, it has always sounded off, sickening even. He still could not comprehend why he, despite hating the sound of his first name rolling off of people’s tongues, insisted on you using his first name. Strangely, whenever you call him out so sincerely, he couldn’t help but always jerk back in genuine surprise at how… nice it felt.

He only let you use his first name to force a sense of closeness. This was only to accelerate the forming of a bond between the two of you. Nothing more, nothing less. Nothing more than a challenge. Nothing more than an asset to accomplish it.

But every time he has had these thoughts lately, his heart spiked with painful palpitations.

How did this happen?

His swirling thoughts halt when he feels your hand against his forehead. “You said you were dizzy earlier, right?” you said worriedly. “You don’t seem sick… have you been eating properly?”

You were tippy-toeing to try to reach his height, one hand grasping his shoulder for support while the other was feeling his temperature. And oh, you were so close.

This was a game you were playing, too, right? You must’ve known this entanglement was all just a challenge and you wanted to play along for the fun of it, right? But these thoughts quickly cease as you separate yourself from him to give him the usual physical distance.

What sort of game were you playing? Tug-of-war? Cat-and-mouse chase? Two can play at that game.

“Hey…” he looms over your figure, leaning closer to your face. “Maybe you’re the one making me dizzy, after all?” His sharp eyes search for any subtle signs you give off: your facial expressions, body language, your reactions.

“What?” Your eyes widen at his abrupt advance, worried eyes quickly turning into one of confusion as you scan Kise’s face for any other subtle signs of his own.

There was no way you could have good intentions. There was no way you could have genuine concern for him. There was no way you would be hanging around with him, unless you had some ulterior motives of your own.

After all, he chose to get to know you for the most selfish reason. How could he ever bring himself to tell you that this precarious friendship you two shared was built on the premise of deceit on his end?

“Sorry,” he chuckles. “Just wanted to see your reaction.” And with that, he ruffles your hair playfully before he continues to walk to his intended destination of the school infirmary.

“You’re definitely sick!” you call out, rushing to catch up to him. “You’re acting really strange!...” Your voice—he wishes he could tune it out just as easily as the rest, but you were right… he was acting strange. He couldn’t believe he can distinguish your features from amidst a sea of people. Your voice amidst a clutter of noises. Your warmth amidst all the sunlight, clothing, and body heat he’s ever felt. The same warmth encapsulating his own hand.

What sort of game were you playing?

“Here! Follow me,” you said, tugging his hand forward as you take the initiative to lead him. “If you’re sick, you shouldn’t be walking around alone. What if you collapse?”

What sort of game were you playing?... Was having the most scrunched-up brows and worried eyes part of the rules? He tightens his lips into a thin line at the sensation of his heartbeats again.

As you tug along his hand and lead him down the hallway, his mind drifts to the moments you two have shared for the past few weeks. When you bumped into him and succinctly apologized before excusing yourself… when he approached you constantly every chance he got during breaks to figure you out… when he saw you efficiently defending yourself against his dedicated fans… when you first approached him after he exited the lockers to congratulate him on a home game win before you turned to Kasamatsu to talk of club affairs with the council… when he first heard you actively cheering his name on the stands… when you inopportunely saw him weeping about Kaijo’s loss at the Winter Cup and successfully comforted him…

With each progression in his thoughts, his hand suddenly feels warmer against yours, his heart rate thumping faster, his eyes growing more out of focus as he gazes at your back, and then your intertwined hands. Maybe he really is sick.

“Are you alright?” you asked, turning to face him as you both keep walking. “We’re just about here.”

He says nothing as he keeps his face straight ahead. He doesn't trust himself to keep it together after that slipup with his fans; messing up in front of you would be certainly disastrous.

“Is there anyone here?” you softly called out, tentatively sliding the doors open. There was no one, but they were probably on a lunch break before coming back soon. He hears you sigh before you tug him in completely into the room. “Sit here, and I’ll look for some ice packs, at least… I don’t know if that would work, though…”

As you let go of his hand to try to rummage through the drawers, his hand instinctively holds you tighter.

Shit.

“Ryōta?...” you said. “Do you wanna lay down instead, I’ll look for something for you to—”

“... (y/n)-cchi, stay here.”

Shit. Kasamatsu was right: he needs to learn how to shut his godamn mouth.

“Ryōta,” you shyly mumble. “That was the first time you addressed me with -cchi at the end. Don’t you only use it with your old teammates?”

Shit… shit, shit, shit.

He can’t slip up, and he’s fucking up three times in a row? He’s losing his edge. There’s no way he’ll lose now… not when he’s come so far.

“... Do you know what you’re doing?” he exhales, dropping your hand to run his hands through his locks. “You’re driving me insane…”

“Me?”

“What games are you playing here, I swear to god—there’s no reason for you to care this much for me like this—”

“I do have a reason,” you replied, averting your eyes to feign looking for those ice packs. There you go again, acting coy… that’s what he chants to himself anyways.

“Wha?~ You’re keeping secrets from your friend, already?” he coos, trying to gain back the momentum. Yes, that’s right…you are only considered a friend. “It’s kind of cruel to bring it up but then decide to not divulge them, y’know?”

“It doesn’t take much human decency to worry and care for another,” you smile. “Even more so for a friend.”

You finally turn away to continue hunting for anything useful in the cabinets, while Kise silently watches you from his chair. Silence settles between the two of you.

“Y’know… I’ve been thinking,” you start, handing him a glass of water, a wet towel, and ice packs. “I don’t want for us… to be friends anymore.”

It took his entire self control to not jump from his chair to grab you and interrogate you into oblivion. But why? Did you realize his true intentions? Did you hate his guts after all? Did you accomplish your own objectives and deem this friendship no longer useful?

Why does he even care about any of this?

“You’re… joking, right?”

He really expected for you to burst into laughter and call it a prank or tease him about his unfiltered reaction at your words, but your eyes have now become determined and very serious.

You weren’t joking.

“Ryōta, I’ll just get this out of the way first things first, but I know that you only see me as some type of trophy to go after… for a while now.”

How did this happen?

“It’s just the way you look at me sometimes seems off,” you said. “It’s not obvious to others, but we’ve spent almost every day with each other for a while, so I’ve kinda noticed… Honestly, that only solidified my initial impressions of you being a complete asshole.”

Why does his heart feel like it’s going to shatter?

“But…” you continued. “Recently, you were just… different. You were still stupid, sure. But you’ve laughed so much more and supported me when I needed it most. I’ve never laughed this hard until I met you—you make me wheeze out the ugliest laughs, as I’m ashamed to admit. But I want to be able to support you too… like, it feels that this whole thing you’re trying to put up when you meet with other people… it must be exhausting, right? I know you first acted that way with me. I can understand and kind of relate to that, so you can always talk to me alone if you need an ear.”

“Why are you telling me that you don’t want to be friends anymore?” Kise flatly asks. “You’re clearly correct about everything about me. You could’ve just left a long while ago. Did you have to pretend to care, too? Go ahead, aren’t you going to gossip about this to everyone?”

“What? No! I’m not done talking yet, idiot! I wasn’t pretending anything! Can you just stop projecting yourself onto me and listen up? Even though you’re such an asshole sometimes, er—all the time, the time we spent together has grown to be genuine, and I know you felt it too!... so well, I know you’ve heard these words so many times from other people, but…

I like you. That’s why I don’t want to be just your friend anymore. But I know you don’t reciprocate these back, so I just wanna tell you to get it off my chest… that’s all.”

He is absolutely stunned.

You’ve confessed to him, didn’t you? He got what he wanted. He won his little challenge. But why doesn’t he feel the adrenaline, the excitement, of it all like he normally would? His heart beated painfully erratically like how his team suffered a bittersweet loss at the games. Especially when you turned away to leave after you gauged his silence as rejection.

“(y/n)-cchi! W-wait!” He fumbles to grab for the warmth of your hand again. “You just confessed, right? Don’t you have to hear what I say?”

You simply shrug in response, but nonetheless, you turned back around to face him and await his response.

What you didn’t expect though was for him to pull you into a tight embrace and put his head on your shoulder. He pours his innermost thoughts and his emotions out, your shoulder slightly muffling his words, but you still understand everything he had spilled. He finally apologizes for everything he’s done, reassuring you that you don’t have to forgive him, though you kept telling him that it wasn’t that big of a deal. He finally breaks away from you and hangs his head low and exhales. He finally lifts his head to make eye contact with you. His eyes burn with intensity and the usual confidence he bears, although you note the tinge of nervousness behind his pupils.

How did this happen? How did he ever grow so attached to you? And since when did he grow mature enough to concede his defeat?

“I think I’m in love with you…” His words trail off, and his confidence disintegrates away when he realizes that he is no longer the receiving end of a confession.

… and that scares… the crap out of me.”

“You think you’re in love with me?” You stare at him incredulously. Kise squirms uncomfortably under your scrutiny. He’ll admit it, it was the lamest reply anyone could’ve given. You honestly deserved better.

His thoughts were interrupted when you suddenly guffawed and slapped your hands to your mouth to try to stifle your hysteria.

“Hey! I spilled my entire heart to you, don’t just laugh… damnit, hey! It’s not that funny!...” he protests, but after unsuccessfully trying to get you to stop snickering, he sulks back into his chair and huffs with the reddest face.

“Ah… A+ for honesty, at least,” you breathed out. “I thought you were gonna be eloquent about this, since you’re used to this sorta stuff and all…”

“Shut it.”

Kise buries his head into his hands, but you gently pry them off in an attempt to see his embarrassed state.

“Were you really actually sick, though?~”

“Shut uuuup, alreadyyy.”

“I inherited this personality from you, y’know.”

Huh, it seems that you really do know how to be coy, after all.

“Can you two please see yourselves out? The infirmary is not a place to hold your secret rendezvous, especially with this inappropriate behavior.”

“(y/n)-cchi, run!”

“I’m trying, I’m trying!”

In a hurry, Kise grabs hold of your hand and makes a break out the door, dragging you behind with the school nurse trailing far behind. Even if he suffered a loss once again, he still won the complete monopoly of you and your genuine care and warmth for him.

Was it really a loss, though? He doesn’t think much of it now that his head feels clear when he shares these moments with you.

He supposes he misjudged you when you were truly special after all. Déjà vu just hits him like a truck when he fondly thinks about his ex-mentor Kuroko, and how similar you are to him.

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ryouta-aomine · 3 years

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I'm not suuuuure how this one works! This is the 1st time I'm doing the 'ask'.. and If there is a possibility, can you make a scenario where in Kise is interested with this smart girl, who initially doesn't believe in love, but she fell inlove with him anyway on their 2nd year in Kaijo. (I juuuuust reaaaaly wanna see how Kise would react when she finally says she feels the same, cuz in my mind he's not one to give up when he really wanted to get what exactly he wants! )

heyyy! i hope this meets your expectations :D

smart, non-romantic f!reader x romantic kise

the first thing that intrigued him was her general calm around him, unlike most other people who would either admire him too much or look down on him just because of his job and its perks

he'd barely notice things in class except for focusing enough to not flunk the subject, not having had time to do so, but she did make an impression on him because she would always have an answer to the questions most people couldn't understand

he was lagging in english and she was assigned by the teacher to help him improve, and he was quite impressed that not only was she smart, she could come to the other person's level and teach them accordingly- which is why he quickly started improving in the subject

after being acquainted with her, he would always greet her whenever he was free of practice and modelling and saw her around campus

he couldn't put a finger on it, but almost around their midterm, he realized he liked her

but his flirtations (which was easy because kise was normally like that) were brushed off or ignored, and now that he started noticing, not reciprocated

he felt hurt because he had an idea why she only saw him as a friend, and but quickly decided that he would prove her wrong- that he wasn't the kind of guy she thought he was

but after a few repeated attempts at romancing her (nothing too over-the-top because she was so hesitant) but felt a resignation when she kept resolutely putting down all his attempts

at this point he couldn't fool himself and look for an opening, but just as a last chance, he officially asked her out once, heart in hsi hand- just to make one last sure attempt

when she still seemed unmoved and rejected him, he respected her wishes and backed off- he was happy just being her friend

something changed in their second year though and one rare day when they were having lunch together, she flicked his forehead and told him that he could wear people down

he would have been alarmed, but her tone was gentle and she had a light blush dusting her cheeks. kise asked for clarification, and she said that she thinks she liked him back

naturally, he's over the moon and excitedly promising about being a good boyfriend and making sure she always has so much fun and is always happy

she thinks he's a dork but that's one of the reasons she adores him

he's kinda cheesy and always introduces her to his friends/talks about her to them telling them how amazing and smart she is

she doesn't tell anyone but her closest friends and family about him because of his celebrity status and everything goes smoothly throughout the rest of their time in high school

#kise ryouta #knb headcanons #kise ryouta headcanons #knb hcs #kuroko no basuke headcanons #kise hcs #i tried #^^;;#thanks anon!#Anonymous #answered

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bloodyspade0000 · 3 years

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30-day knb challenge: Day 1- Favorite Male character

↳ Haizaki Shougo

I am not justifying Haizaki's behaviour. I think he needs a tall glass of respect woman juice and therapy. This is just meant to explain why he is my favourite character and help you better understand him as a character. Do not send hate or take my words out of context. You will be reported, deleted and cancelled. Thank you and enjoy. :)

My favourite character is Haizaki Shougo *dodges tomatoes* a lot of people in the fandom hate this guy for many reasons. It's kind of funny how many people hate him and the amount of hate he gets just for existing. Like bruh; he's sixteen, leave him alone. 😂

His whole existence is just sad. He was literally created to be hated.

Like straight up, Tadatoshi Fujimaki even admitted that he hated Haizaki. Haizaki's sole purpose of existing is to make the Generation of Miracles look better even though they’re just as problematic as he. No one is fucking perfect and is about time people woke the fuck up and realized it. Your faves are problematic move the fuck on.

Yes, the Miracles are redeemable but so is Haizaki. Yet, unlike the Miracles, he does not get redeemable. No, he disappears and is never seen again. Like bitch, what the fuck!? if you’re gonna introduce a character to only have them disappear for a long time and either have them show up again or just never mention them again. Wasting the potential they had to be a very good character or not having them redeem themselves while the other characters who were just as fucking problematic get a fucking redemption arc because they’re fucking main characters!? What’s the point of that character even existing in the first place? What kind of bullshit is that? Just to have them exist to make the main characters look good? How the fuck does that make sense? Like where is my Haizaki redemption arc? Do I have to write it on my own? I will write it. I am writing one.

Haizaki is the only character I could relate to. Being second best, struggling to find somewhere to fit in and overshadowed and replaced by someone everyone thinks is better than you. It's fucking depressing, okay? You spend your whole life thinking you’re not good enough, and it hurts. I don't feel like going too deep into it because I don't owe you a detailed explanation of my trauma, okay?. So I'll save that for my fics where I self-project half of it onto Haizaki. It’s a coping mechanism, okay? Therapy is fucking expensive.

The anime ruined his whole character, got rid of his whole arc and shorted it down, and made him worse than he really is.

A post explaining how the anime did him dirty and goes more in-depth about his character

I am not trying to justify his actions, i.e. him manhandling Alex and beating Himura up. He does terrible shit. We all do lousy shit sometimes, but that doesn't make us bad people. Making mistakes is a part of being human, and we're supposed to hold people accountable for their actions and help them realize what they’re doing is wrong, allowing them to grow and change. Not condemn them and ostracize them, which leads to isolation and a lot of psychological trauma and self-hatred, and as someone who has dealt with—is still dealing with all three. It is not fun. It makes living painful. Highly unrecommended.

Haizaki does not have a positive role model in his life nor anybody he can turn to, everyone has already given up on him. Even Nijimura and Kuroko didn’t even try to help him, being more focused on the Miracles. (Yes, I know kuroko tried to stop him from throwing his basketball shoes away, but that doesn’t fucking count because after that Kuroko just gave up on Haiazki too). Haizaki has probably grown grew up knowing only violence and not a single ounce of kindness, turning him into the bitter and angry little boy he is.

Haizaki had so much potential. But instead of making him a great villain that potential was WASTED on fucking Kise.

Also, the Kaijo vs Seirin match in the winter cup was completely useless because Kise already got redeemed and he literally got no character development from it.

And Seirin was gonna fucking win anyways because duh thier the main characters. 🙄

Now some headcanons I think about a lot:

1. He gets abused. Some psychological behavioural consequences of child abuse are unhealthy sexual practices and juvenile delinquency, and Haizaki exhibits all three which are some external behaviours of most (NOT ALL) male abuse victims. Haizaki's a womanizer, aggressive, hostile and violent. Yet, he backs down when someone stronger than him comes around and puts him in his place i.e. Aomine and Nijimura.

a factsheet explaining the long term consequences of child abuse and neglect

How to help a friend dealing with family abuse or neglect

How to Handle Abuse

2. He's a victim. And when you're a victim, you either become angry and cynical with everything and everyone around you, swearing never to be a victim again and struggle with gaining back control of your life. Not wanting anyone to see you being vulnerable because being vulnerable makes you weak. Being weak makes you shatter. You always shatter like glass, cutting yourself every time you pick up broken pieces, watching as blood trickles through your fingers.

Your body is constantly on high alert. The default is flight or fight—survival to the fittest.

Or you bite your lip and keep your head down, bottling everything inside and looking for escapes or seeking validation. You want to be wanted and loved because you struggle with loving and accepting yourself. There's always a voice in the back of your head telling you, you're not good enough or that it's your fault. That everything is your fault. Self-hatred and self-doubt are your tormentors.

Or it's a combination between both—a constant struggle.

And I believe Haizaki portrays both from the way he acts and presents himself. Especially since his motto is literally "Survival of the fittest,” and he had once told Kuroko, " there are bad guys and then the really scary people," or something along those lines, which I believe he is talking from experience. You learn from your experiences. They either make you or break you.

3. He's touch-starved.

What Does It Mean to Be Touch Starved?

4. He's bisexual and has a lot of internalized homophobia. I can just feel his internalized homophobia rolling off of him. Bruh, I just know cuz I am bisexual, and I have struggled with internalized homophobia and still sadly struggle with it cuz I grew up surrounded by homophobic people.

I still live with them. 😭

Also, we live in a society that thinks straight is the default.

What internalized homophobia is.

5. His sexual awakening was probably Aomine or Kise. Could be both 😂?

6. He cries himself to sleep every night.

7. He's observant and a great judge of character. It's a fact. This guy literally predicted the downfall of the Miracles. Straight up warned Kuroko too. Too bad Kuroko didn't listen to him.

8. He's hilarious. When he first appeared in the manga, he literally called Himura a loser, lol. XD

9. He's a closeted softie and a total tsundere.

10. doesn't know how to react to kindness and will think you're threatening him or will feel really awkward and uncomfortable but will cover it up with his scowl, or he'll have a breakdown.

11. needs a lot of reassurance and head pats

12. swears a lot. Has no filter.

13. His bother is in the yakuza or some high position of power, and he feels inferior to him. It also explains why Haizaki gets away with things because he would have been kicked out of school if his bother wasn't either-or. I'm talking about his bother being in the yakuza, lol. XD

14. He and Momoi dated for a while but broke up on a mutual understanding that thier relationship just didn't work out. They're best friends and hang out sometimes.

15. Haizaki's good with kids and just genuinely likes them. He would be a great father and try his best to raise his kids right.

16. He gets sick really easily

17. He's clingy

18. He has no friends, mainly because he doesn't want people to get close to him because he's afraid of getting hurt again. Also, everyone in knb hates him.

19. He watches cartoons cuz he was never allowed to watch them when he was a kid. His childhood is trash, okay?

20. He hides in the closet because that's where he feels safe the most—rhetorically and literally.

21. Sleep-deprived and only runs on caffeine and spite.

List of fics that portray Haizaki better than the anime:

Heavy is the head by extrastellar

Idle Hands by DarkWoods

Another Chance by regretting my username_ (777imou_offline367)

What Matters is that We're Together by StrawFairy

06:00:00 of Haizaki Shougo (4) by ReiClien

This Is Happening by SharkGirl

What is Love by voices_in_my_head

A completely uncalled catharsis by oddball

One-shots

intertwined, under a spell by kornevable

ԼƠƔƐ & ӇΛƬƐ by Arthuria_PenDragon

delirium by extrastellar

me with you by doublejoint

Turn My Camera On by wordsliketeeth

At Summer's End by doublejoint

Taste by Hibari1_san

I Can't Get Enough of You by HisDarkSecret

I don't care if it hurts by llowsywriter

Ashes by doublejoint

broken things by lowsywriter

Series:

Finally found each other by suzakukills

This Is Happening Universe by SharkGirl

DNA by flowerway

My WIPS:

Isn’t it lovely?

Broken Crown

Love me, Love me, Love me

Grey skies

Rabbit hole

A playlist of songs that I believe fit Haizaki

Kuroko’s basketball’s manga

In conclusion, You can hate Haizaki as much as you want. But just keep it to yourself. Haizaki is my baby and I will protect him with my life.

#kuroko no basket #knb #haizaki shougo #long post #rant #favorite character #knb 30 day challenge #favourite male character #headcanons #one shots #fanfiction #rec list #manga #tw swearing #tw mentions of abuse

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aomine-ryo · 4 years

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Hii there...love ur blog.. Thanks for keeping knb tag rolling..i do have some requests...

Sooo whenever you feel like..

Pls consider any of the following..

And yeah Sry for bugging you.. Umm.. But if u do take up any of my request.. It can be like

1)hurt/comfort .. Kise sobbing while boyfriend mine! Is like

"I'm here babe"

2)sickfic..kise collapse due to overwork (modelling/baske) and boyfriend mine takes care of him... Or just a delirious sick Kise with ao taking care of him

♥it can be (1+2) fic as well

Or....

3) Fluff/crack/lemon

Gom have a movie night (or any kind of get together)and Aokise (especially Ao) do a lot of PDA...

Thanku author~san♡loads of love n support.. Waiting in anticipation (●´з`)♡(●´з`)♡(●´з`)♡

Oooh I love all the options ahsjdj I wanna do them all 😭 I’ll do 1+2 for now, but I might do the 3rd one for fun sometime later. I hope you like it!! xx

Scenario: Aomine taking care of an overworked Kise (aokise)

It’d been a while since Aomine had gotten a chance to spend time with Kise. Between modelling, basketball and school, the blonde always had one commitment after the other and it was nearly impossible for Aomine to have him all to himself. It didn’t help that they went to different schools either. However, Kise finally had some free time after a practice game and he chose to spend it with his boyfriend.

Kise suggested that they meet up after his game, but there was no way Aomine was going to miss a basketball match that Kise was playing in- even if it was just a practice match. It would give Aomine the opportunity to see the progress that Kise had made during his practice as well as the ability to just watch him. Aomine would be perfectly content with watching Kise do absolutely nothing for hours, and the ability to watch that model run up and down with his perfect skin glistening with sweat? Yes please.

Aomine got there while the Kaijo team was still warming up and Kise’s face immediately brightened up at the sight of him. He stopped his stretches just to give Aomine an enthusiastic wave, to which he responded with an awkward wave of his own. However, their small moment was quickly cut short by Kasamatsu yelling at Kise to concentrate, making Aomine chuckle as Kise got back to what he was doing. And almost immediately, Aomine noticed that Kise wasn’t putting any weight onto his left ankle. Was his injury back? Once their warmups were over, the blonde wasted no time in running over to Aomine and pouncing onto him and giving him a hug that made him lose his balance for a moment.

“Aomine-cchi! You made it! I haven’t seen you in so long! I missed you,” Kise greeted, voice as cheery as ever.

“Hey, I’ve missed you too, you dumbass,” Aomine smiled, holding onto his waist and giving him a peck on his lips. “Is your ankle okay? It seemed a bit off when you were warming up just now.”

“Huh? Oh that,” Kise remembered the slight ache he felt on his ankle, “it’s nothing, don’t worry about it. Anyways, are you ready to see me absolutely demolish the other team?”

Aomine was very well aware that it wasn’t just ‘nothing’ like Kise said it was, but he didn’t dwell on it too much because he believed that it wouldn’t be too much of an issue since it was just practice. “I know you can beat all those other teams but I know you’ll never beat me,” Aomine teased, sparking the start of their usual back and forths.

The game eventually began and Aomine headed up to the second floor to watch after wishing Kise good luck. As expected, Kaijo dominated the other team with ease. However, that didn’t stop Kise from showing off- Aomine was watching him after all. The amber eyed boy was giving it his all, and Aomine was definitely amused by it, but a small part of him was slightly concerned about Kise going overboard. And just that thought popped into his head, Kise collapsed to the floor all by himself. The game stopped and the coach and a few others rushed to check on him. Of course, Aomine also sprinted onto the court without hesitation.

“What’s wrong?” Aomine questioned as he got there, seeing his red-cheeked and delirious boyfriend on the floor, being held up by the coach.

“He has a fever,” informed Kasamatsu. “Do you mind taking him home and making him get some rest?”

“Home? No!” Kise protested, slurring his words. “I’m fine, I can play more!”

“Don’t worry, I can take him home,” Aomine said, ignoring what Kise had to say.

Aomine took his jacket off and wrapped it around Kise before heaving the blonde onto his back to carry him home.

“You’re such an idiot, you know that?” Aomine scolded as he left the gym while giving Kise a piggyback ride.

“I’m not! I can play more! Put me down,” Kise demanded, on the verge of tears. His body was too weak to put up a struggle though.

“Babe your body is literally trembling right now, you’re not going anywhere,” Aomine said sternly.

Kise’s head rested on Aomine’s shoulder in defeat. Thinking that it was the end of Kise’s ridiculous protests, Aomine continued walking towards his house in silence. However, a few moments later he heard a soft sobbing which sent him into panic mode. Did he just make Kise cry?

“Kise? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“My ankle hurts,” he cried into Aomine’s shoulder.

“It’s okay, I’ll put some ice on it when we get to my house— we’re not too far, just hold on for a little longer,” Aomine instructed, picking up his pace. In any other situation, Aomine would’ve been teasing him for crying over nothing, but he was fully aware that Kise hadn’t gotten a proper rest in weeks so he didn’t want to test him.

“Aomine-cchi, I let my team down,” he continued sobbing.

“It was just a practice match. It’s fine. Plus those guys will be just fine without you, they’re all strong,” Aomine reassured, gaining only a hum in response as Kise remained silent for the rest of the walk.

They finally got to Aomine’s house, where he helped Kise freshen up and lent him a fresh set of clothes. Even when he was sick he managed to look absolutely stunning to Aomine. Something about the way that his sweater was oversized on Kise’s small body had Aomine’s heart going into overdrive. All he wanted to do was cuddle him and shower him in kisses, but he didn’t because he was aware that Kise didn’t have the energy for that.

Aomine didn’t know how to cook, so he fed Kise some heated up pasta that his mother had left for him in the fridge before tucking him into his bed. Aomine carefully placed a cold towel on Kise’s forehead as well as an ice pack on his ankle.

“Are you comfortable? Do you want me to massage you or something?” Aomine asked.

“I’m fine. It’s just weird because you’re not teasing me or scolding me for once,” Kise said with a weak smile on his face.

Aomine chuckled and shook his head, “Once you feel better you won’t hear the end of my scolding, just you wait,” he threatened jokingly, making Kise giggle. Aomine sat on the floor by the bed and began to softly caress Kise’s warm cheek, making the blonde feel more at ease as his body began to completely relax.

Kise didn’t say anything for a while; all he did was sniffle. “Aomine-cchi,” he spoke again, voice soft as ever.

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry we couldn’t go on our date,” he mumbled as his eyelids got heavier.

Amidst all the frenzy, Aomine had completely forgotten that they were meant to be going out until Kise brought it up. “Oh, that’s alright. We can go some other time,” Aomine replied.

“Really?”

“Of course, you weirdo. I’ll always make time for you, just say the word,” Aomine said, “Now I’ll leave you here to get some rest—“

“No!” Kise said quickly, gripping onto Aomine’s hand. “Please stay here with me.”

“My god, you really are a child,” Aomine sighed as he sat back down and returned to caressing Kise’s cheek. As much as he hated to admit it, couldn’t say no to Kise. “Alright I’ll stay.”

“Thank you,” Kise smiled as he closed his eyes. The room became silent after that. After a few moments, Aomine assumed that Kise was asleep but he remained seated there, watching his boyfriend look as beautiful as ever. “Aomine-cchi,” Kise mumbled suddenly, startling him for a moment. “I love you.”

Aomine felt his heart melt as a dorky smile spread across his face, making him glad that Kise’s eyes were shut. “I love you too dummy.”

#kuroko no basket #kurokos basketball #aomine daiki #kise ryouta #aokise #generation of miracles #aomine x kise #knb

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wakaoujisenhime · 4 years

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OMG! Now you are the best writer in my heart! I'm crying because your writing is so wonderful! Headcanons about Kise and Aomine are so soft! I in love with them! May I ask scenario about Kise female best friend who helps Kaijo boys (if you read Replace novel, you know their problems) with group date preparation.

A/N: I remember that being one of my favorite chapters, so thank you for the cute request! I’ve also decided to change the scenario up a little and have Kise’s best friend help them out after seeing them fail the first time & I tried something ‘special’ featuring Kise, so I hope you like it! ( ᵘ ꒳ ᵘ )

Tags: Kaijo x reader ✅ SFW ✅ friendship ✅ fluff ✅

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Summer school festival - Kaijo x reader

You were just about to leave school, take the bus back home, and end this tiring schoolday as your phone suddenly began vibrating. One look at the screen was enough to cheer you up.

“Kise, what’s up? It’s quite rare of you to call me...something wrong?”

“(Y/N)-cchi, I know this may come as a surprise to you, but I’ll need your help with something.“

——

“Damn it Kise what are we waiting for now?!“

The five stars of the Kaijo basketball club had all gathered at the main entrance of their school, planning on going to pick up girls. The idea originated from Moriyama, who had proudly stated that summer supposedly was the best time for festivities and ideally those activities are meant for pairs. So today’s mission was to look for a crowded place and try to get to know as many girls as possible...and that’s where you come in.

Your friend already had some suspicions considering his teammates, since they didn’t have that many skills in such flirty situations. He knew that some of them - Kasamatsu and Hatakawa - had no experience whatsoever with girls while others - Moriyama and Kobori - were just having some light problems they needed help with.

The others were slowly getting impatient and intended on leaving for the station and just as they had set foot past the main gates, the basketball club ran into you.

“(Y/N)-cchi, there you are!”, shouted the yellow-haired man as a bright grin adorned his features. He ran up to you and wrapped his arms around your body, signalizing just how happy he was to see you.

Wordlessly you returned his hug and patted his back, your eyes though were fixated on the men behind him.

“Aren’t you going to introduce us?”, asked Moriyama gently.

As gentle as you could, you escaped your best friend’s arms and bowed to the other four.

“My name is (Y/N) (L/N). It’s a pleasure to finally be able to meet the rumored Kaijo basketball club personally.”

Only the tall man who had asked for an introduction answered, while all the others just nodded or didn’t say anything at all.

Hm...were they always so cold? They appear so talkative on the court, but in person, they seem quite distant...

“So uhm...Miss (L/N)...what are you here for exactly, if I may ask.”

The young man who uttered that question was quite tall and slim, had spiky brown hair but nonetheless appeared to be a nice person deep down. You actually appreciated what he’d asked since you had been wondering the exact same thing all the way to this school, but before you could even answer the man next to you took the initiative.

“I invited her to come with us!”

“You did what?!”

——

On your way to the station, Kise had explained the entire situation to you and his teammates.

In summary, this man truly believed that you would prove to be the best teacher and helper for them to overcome their inexperience and fear of women, and in order for you to get a good picture of their current standpoint, you had to watch them try and pick up girls.

Honestly speaking, it wasn’t the best idea, but it was so ‘Kise-like’ that even if you wanted to, you couldn’t refuse. His nice personality that made sure to always help people out is one of the many qualities that made you so fond of him.

So here you were, looking at five determined young men, raring to go out there and find their potential counterpart.

That was the plan at least...

Half an hour had passed during which three of them had taken turns in trying to talk to some random girls, one of them even tried speaking to the same woman who had dumped his teammate some minutes ago. Now just the captain and Kise were the only ones missing, but if there was one thing you knew and expected then it was for your best friend to actually steal the entire show and win over five or more girls at the same time, so before that happened you wanted to at least see just what kind of problem the man, who proudly wore the number 4 on his back, was trying to resolve. So instead of standing there and wondering on your own, you decided to just straight out ask him, but the moment he saw you approaching, he froze up.

After such a crushing defeat, the blond took it upon himself to initiate a second try and managed to invite five girls to join him and his teammates for a cup of tea. During their time at the coffee shop, you had taken a seat on a table for two which was close enough to theirs, listening and as subtly as possible observing the team’s behavior...

“You guys are hopeless as of right now”, you stated after everyone had gathered close to the fountain once again, “...but if the four of you are willing to overcome your current issues, I might have some tips ready.”

“(Y/N)-cchi, it’s so unfair that you only want to help them! What about me?”, complained Kise with his typical pouting grimace. It took you quite some time to get used to it and become immune, but at times like this, it really did pay off. Convincing this man was another problem you had to fully master, so you chose your words as carefully as you could, explaining that he didn’t need that much advice as the others.

On your way back home, you recalled today’s events with a small smile on your face.

Alright, if I remember correctly there was one very handsome and tall guy, who failed because he instantly started talking about how meeting that young girl was his destiny.

Then we had the other one who straight out asked one of them if they wanted some tea...great pickup line, huh?

There was also a loud but cute one who aske-...screamed at the same girl that rejected the spiky-haired one...

The captain, Kasamatsu I believe was so embarrassed and impressed with the chest size of that one girl at the cafe that he straight out said ‘oppai’ instead of ‘kanpai’...

After giggling to yourself you began thinking of possible ways to actually help them out, but you were quick to notice that this might become a greater challenge than expected. There were countless possibilities for dates or places where they could meet girls, but you didn’t know what the perfect scenario might be.

Suddenly your phone vibrated in your pocket and as you looked at the message you had just received, an idea you urgently needed to share with your best friend struck you almost immediately.

——

The rest of the week passed by in a flash and before any of you knew it, the day of your school’s festival had finally arrived.

“Miss (Y/N) hello.“, greeted Moriyama as soon as the five of them had met up with you at the promised spot. As soon as you saw that all of them had dressed up, you immediately began smiling to yourself, hoping that they wouldn’t notice the faint blush that adorned your cheeks.

“Good evening everyone, I’m glad to see that you guys found the way without any problems!“

It didn’t take Kise too long to run up to you and start complaining about how you’ve left him in the dark and ignored all his messages and questions concerning today’s plans. All you could do was pat his head and apologize for it.

“I know I shouldn’t have kept it hidden from you, but I figured it would be best if I told you guys about my plan today, so I could spare you from overthinking it too much.“

“That’s so nice of you, thank you very much!! We’ll be in your care tonight!!“, yelled the young man whom you remembered as Hayakawa and bowed to you multiple times, the action earning him a lot of curious glances from your classmates who passed by. It did take you some time to actually get him to stop his formal apology and you even got help from someone quite unexpected, namely Kasamtasu.

So he can do it if he wants to...

“Alright then, let me tell you guys what I came up with“, you began and lowered your voice, “some of my classmates are actually quite interested in basketball and as they heard that I know Kise they immediately started asking me if I could introduce them to him, but that wish extended the moment he joined Kaijo...and soon they wanted me to introduce you to them as well.“

The more you elaborated the more they understood in which direction this talk was headed, as for their thoughts...they varied, but out of respect to you they remained silent and kept on listening.

“So the moment my classmate reminded of today, I figured: why not invite you guys and finally introduce you to them.”

Kobori nodded slowly and placed a finger on his chin: ”That might actually work out...”

You smiled confidently and put your hands on your hips, striking a slight victory pose. “Oh, it will, since your interest and knowledge in basketball will be of great aid and advantage, since a lot of girls these days are really fond of you basketball players. And besides...have you actually noticed something peculiar?”

“Something peculiar you say..?”, repeated Moriyama who looked around, wondering just what you could possibly mean with that.

“Well compared to the girls at the station, you can actually talk pretty normal to me, right?“

The moment realization hit them several loud and surprised ‘oh’s escaped their mouths.

“Fact is that the four of you have no real problem talking with girls...your approaches are the main reason for concern.”

You turned to Hayakawa and began listing the results of your observations as well as giving them individual advice for the planned ‘group date’ that was about to follow.

Hayakawa, an ambitious young man who didn’t know how to tame his loud personality as well as his obvious love for the ball sport. That eagerness and dedication is actually quite the positive character trait a lot of women look for in a man, so his only obstacle would be to slowly drift off from basketball as a topic and strive for one which was more centered on the romantic life. So the advice you gave him was that he should begin imagining the date as some sort of basketball game. He - the player - had to somehow maneuver his way to the hoop which was the successful date or conversation, the girl would be the ball, and the enemies that try to block his way his passion for basketball.

Kobori, a really respectful and innocent young man who has no experience whatsoever and knows almost nothing about girls or pickup lines. Someone like that is quite rare to find and even if he may see it as some kind of disadvantage, you first and foremost reassured him that his ‘pureness’ is quite beneficial for girls who were in the same situation as him. It’s better to be unexperienced together and advance as a pair than solo. Your advice? ‘Be yourself and don’t be embarrassed to state that you’ve got no experience at all since that alone is commendable enough considering your age, looks, and club affinity.’

Moriyama, the ‘pitiful handsome guy’ who believed that every encounter with the female gender was fated and destined for greatness. His nickname already gave anyone who witnessed his way of flirting a sufficient idea of what the problem with this man might be. He had the looks and gentleness for it, but the moment he opened his mouth it all went downhill for him, his conversation partner, and the success of the dialog. It was hard to give him advice since the idea of fateful meetings was deeply rooted in his head, so all you told him was that he should bring that topic up more subtly and maybe combine fate with some pickup lines since you had no doubt that if someone could pull off such cheesy sayings then that would be him.

Last but not least Kasamatsu the captain who barely managed a single word when women were around. For some unknown reason, he seemed afraid of the female kind, but he at least knew what he wanted, and back at the cafe he also proved to be somewhat capable of expressing that. So your advice to him was to actually let his actions speak for himself. Like that he’d get somewhat accustomed to the girl’s presence and that would make it easier for him to start a conversation, additionally, the fact that your classmates were also interested in basketball would help the captain out the most.

As for Kise, well...he was your best friend, and during all these shared years of friendship you’ve pretty much told him everything concerning ‘problems’ he might have during such group dates. He was a desired and flashy young man who had a very unique sense of humor that was well received amongst his peers - female as well as male. The only problem was that he rarely managed to concentrate on one person and that, of course, hurt his conversation partner. Your advice to him was simple: turn your back to the crowd and face her and her alone.

After you had finally finished sharing your thoughts they all looked at you with wide, impressed, and somewhat loving eyes.

Sadly the group of girls came earlier than expected so the boys couldn’t manage to thank you properly, but you didn’t mind that and just sent them off with a smile on your face, hoping they’d have a good time and finally succeed in picking up girls. You couldn’t deny the fact that you felt lonely after literally sending off five people on a date with some other female students, but that loneliness soon perished as some moments later you heard a familiar voice calling out your name...

#knb scenarios #knb imagines #knb x reader #kaijo x reader #knb fluff #━𝙺𝙽𝙱 #━𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽'𝚂 𝙴𝙲𝙷𝙾

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I have to admit, this was a hard one to write for! Because Akashi is the emperor of my heart but Kise is just so cuteeee

Sorry if these headcanons seem too shojou-esq!!

Akashi Seijuro and Kise Ryouta both in love with Reader

I feel like the two of them show their love in different ways, due to their different personalities

Akashi, being as perceptive as he is, likely already knows that Kise feels the same way towards you as he does

But he’s confident that his feelings won’t lose to his

Akashi is one to confront issues head on, so he very easily addresses Kise and very plainly states of his intentions towards you

Part of him possibly believed that Kise would defer to him, maybe because of the history and nature of their relationship

But even though Kise may not be as wholly confident as Akashi, he can’t imagine just stepping aside when it comes to a fight for your heart

It ends up as an impasse between the two of them, and they decide that it will simply come down to a demonstration of who’s feelings could capture you first

Akashi loves the way that you have a strong heart, and while you have your own ambitions and goals, you don’t feel the need to step on others or take advantage of others to get further on in life

He sees your nonchalant acts of kindness; he observes how you never turn down anyone’s request for help with studies, how you’re always lending a hand in anything from helping with cleaning to watering the flowers out in the garden when the school’s groundskeeper had injured their back

I imagine that he probably knew that he had fallen in love with you when he chances upon you in the classroom after school one day, having fallen asleep at your desk

You had been working on a difficult math problem which you couldn’t figure out, and had decided to just take a small break, but ended up falling asleep by accident

When you woke up a bit later, you noticed the Rakuzan jacket that had been left on your shoulders

And when you looked down at your workbook, you noticed that someone had solved the problem for you, leaving detailed explanations and step-by-step instructions, leaving a tiny heart at the end

In Kise’s case, he first met you when Rakuzan and Kaijo had a practice match

He had hurt his knee a week ago, but was trying to cover it up so the coach would still let him play in the match

However, there was no escaping your experienced eyes of observation

The two teams were taking a break after the second quarter of the match and Kise was trying to stealthily massage his knee without anyone noticing

You had approached him, an ice bag in your hand as you forced him to sit down, before pressing the ice pack to his knee

Your quiet kindness touched his heart, even though he wasn’t a part of Rakuzan’s team

You stated that in order for both teams to have a good game, you wanted to make sure everyone was in tip top shape

You also had provided towels and honey lemons for the rest of his team as well

And that was what really made Kise like you-he was used to getting fussed over by girls, but he was often the only one that they saw or paid attention to

With you, you were caring towards his entire team and that meant a lot to him

He was uncharacteristically shy when he asked for your number after the game, claiming that he was doing it so that the teams could easily stay in contact

The two of you quickly became texting buddies and Kise couldn’t help when he started feeling stronger feelings than just friendship for you, and how he always looked forward to your messages and photos

Both of them have their strengths and weaknesses

In Akashi’s case, he has all the elements of an ideal boyfriend. He’s extremely polite, responsible, exudes an air of quiet confidence, and is very reliable

However, whether intentionally or unintentionally, the fact that he is of a different social standing is not something that is easily ignored and this often causes some sort of unseen rift between him and other people

On the other hand, Kise’s personality is bright, he’s very personable, and it’s impossible to be sad around him

I see him as someone who the reader can always count on to be a listening ear, and Kise’s cheerful personality is always lifting the spirits of everyone around him

But, being that he does have work that makes him very well known in public, it may be something that would deter the reader (be it due to feelings of insecurity or maybe just fear of suddenly being thrust into the spotlight)

Either way, it was clear that none of them had any intention of giving you up, because you were just that precious to them

#knb #kuroko no basuke #knb headcanons #knb imagines #knb scenarios #akashi seijuro #kise ryouta #love triangle

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Lay Down Your Shield

a one-shot character study of murasakibara focusing on his relationship with basketball and his friendship with kuroko

AN: thank you to 1Attaetion on Ao3

link to the fic on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30833963

this takes places in the same 'verse as "Exception," but since it takes place before "Exception" and is canon-compliant, you don't have to read that

any constructive criticism or feedback would be lovely!

AN: any dialogue in italics isn't originally mine and is from the crunchyroll subtitles of knb text in italics and bold means a text message

Winter Cup, January, the Generation of Miracle’s First Year of High School

Murasakibara couldn’t help the frown that crawled onto his face when Kiyoshi approached him with his stupid smile on his face. He looked away from him, glaring at the air as Kiyoshi said, “Let’s play again sometime!”

Angered by his words for some reason he could put a finger on, he directed his glare back at Kiyoshi instead. “What? No way,” he growled, undoing his hair from the ponytail he’d tied it in. “I’m quitting basketball.” He turned his glare away from Kiyoshi’s face as it fell, ignoring the pang of guilt in his chest when he thought of leaving Himuro behind. “I played until the end because Muro-chin was so desperate, but it wasn’t fun.” His tongue felt awkward in his mouth for some reason. He could feel Kuroko’s gaze on him from the other end of the court, but he ignored it. “It’s already a boring enough sport. There’s no reason to keep playing after I’ve lost.”

He turned away, heading for his bench, when Kiyoshi spoke up. He paused--not because he wanted to hear what Kiyoshi had to say! Mostly because he was pretty sure that Kiyoshi would follow him around to make him hear it. He was a persistent idiot. “I see. I guess it can’t be helped, then." He paused, but Murasakibara could feel that he wanted to say more. “If that’s how you really feel.” Murasakibara could hear the stupid smile in his voice, so he just walked away from Kiyoshi before Kiyoshi’s awful attitude made him do something stupid.

When he reached the bench, he grabbed his towel, throwing it over his head to hide his face. He could feel his eyes burn slightly, but he wasn’t sure why. Huh. Weird.

Himuro came over to him, still full of determination in that way Murasakibara could never understand. Himuro was never going to be talented like Murasakibara--or even Kagami. Why did he try so hard? “We’ll win next time, Atsushi!” He proclaimed proudly. He was sad, but his voice didn’t have the bitterness that Murasakibara could feel growing in his own chest.

“What?” Murasakibara couldn’t keep the anger out of his voice. “I told you, I’m quitting!”

“You sure?” Himuro asked, and Murasakibara hated him, just a little, for how gentle his voice sounded. “It doesn’t seem that way to me.”

Tears fell on his hand where he was trying to zip up his bag, and he realized, with a start, that he was crying. Huh? When did that--

Oh. The burning in his eyes. He screwed up his face, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to rip their way out of his chest.

Okamura’s hand landed on his head. “You’re just getting started. Keep at it!” he told Murasakibara, and Murasakibara wasn’t sure if that was a threat or a promise. He knocked Okamura’s hand off his head, shoving it away with a waving arm.

“You did well, guys.” He heard Coach Araki say to the team. “Let’s go home.”

“Yes ma’am!” The team replied in unison, Murasakibara excluded. When the team respectfully ignored the tears that continued to fall down his face as they headed for the locker room to get changed and when someone shared some sweet snacks with everyone in the locker room--well, he thought that they might not be such a bad group after all.

Even if they were stingy. One snack wasn’t nearly enough for him!

Kuroko couldn’t help the feeling of ecstasy that rolled through him every time he thought back to the match earlier that day. They’d won! Against Murasakibara! Against Yosen, the Shield of Aegis! They’d made it to the semi-finals! He honestly couldn’t believe it. It felt more like a dream than reality . . .

But as he watched Kaijo play against Fukuda Sougou, it became more and more real to him. Kise was down there, battling against Haizaki for the sake of Kise’s team. For the chance to face Seirin. It was enough to make him want to cry, though he refused to actually do so.

However, the more time that passed, the more he itched with the need to find Murasakibara. He’d never expected that Murasakibara could go into the Zone, and so it had completely blind-sided him when it happened. But it was a shred of proof, finally, that Murasakibara loved basketball!

Kuroko wanted to tell him--

Well, he didn’t know what he wanted to say. But he could figure it out on the way . . . hopefully, it would be some time before the words actually came out of his mouth. It would be quite embarrassing if he tried to speak but no words came out.

Kuroko was apprehensive of the outcome of Shuutoku and Rakuzan’s match. Shuutoku and Seirin had tied in their last official game. The two teams were relatively well-matched and had played many practice matches together over the summer. And to be honest, he knew Shuutoku on a personal level better than he knew almost any other team.

But he had no idea how Shuutoku (and, by extension, Seirin) would match up to Akashi and Rakuzan.

He was as hopeful as he was nervous.

When he started to head down to his seats with the rest of his team, he spotted Murasakibara and Himuro arriving out of the corner of his eye. He frowned, confused, wondering how Himuro could have possibly convinced Murasakibara to willingly come to watch the match, but quickly realized that he’d probably been bribed with junk food.

Kuroko grimaced at the thought of all the junk food Murasakibara constantly ate. Sure, Kuroko liked the occasional (dozen) vanilla shakes, but Murasakibara was just too excessive for him.

Impulsively, he decided to approach them.

When he was finally close enough, he reached up and tapped on Murasakibara’s shoulder, causing the other boy to jolt in shock. He looked around wildly for a moment before looking down and meeting Kuroko’s eyes. Murasakibara’s eyes narrowed. “Kuro-chin,” he said in acknowledgement.

“Hello Murasakibara-kun, Himuro-san.” He gave them both polite nods as Himuro jumped and then blinked at him in surprise.

Himuro smiled at him politely and warmly enough. Though Kuroko could see his slight bitterness (though it was well-hidden, he might add) towards one of the players that had defeated his team yesterday in his eyes. “Ah, hello! Have you come to talk to Atsushi?” When Kuroko nodded, Himuro responded quickly, cutting off the complaint Murasakibara had been about to voice. “The match won’t start for another few minutes. I’m sure you guys will be done by then, yes?” Himuro turned his smile on Murasakibara.

After a few seconds of wavering, Murasakibara crumbled. As he reluctantly followed Kuroko back towards the hallways and away from the overwhelming noise of the crowd around them, Kuroko couldn’t help but feel an amused smile slip over his lips. Himuro was a sneaky one. And probably a good influence on Murasakibara.

When he turned around, Murasakibara was eyeballing him with reluctance (and a bit of thinly-veiled hostility). “Whaddaya want, Kuro-chin?”

As Kuroko stood there, he realized that he didn’t know what he wanted from Murasakibara. And that as much as he disapproved of Muraskaibara’s attitude, he couldn’t help but feel so proud of the fact that he’d gone into the Zone. That he’d found a friend like Himuro.

But he couldn’t say any of that. Murasakibara would just walk away from such “sentimental garbage.” And so when he opened his mouth, he honestly wasn’t sure what would come out. Which was why he was as surprised as Murasakibara when what did come out was: “Himuro-san and Kagami-kun.”

Murasakibara stared at him like he didn’t know why Kuroko was saying something like this before grunting. “What about them?”

“I told Kagami-kun that he and Himuro-san could be rivals and brothers. That he should stop being an idiot.” Kuroko was surprised by the amused snort from Muraskaibara.

“Sounds like you,” he grumbled, and Kuroko decided to take that as a compliment.

“It’s something that I realized when I was playing Midorima-kun in the Tokyo Championship League. Aomine-kun and Kise-kun reminded me of it recently. That we were friends and rivals. Midorima-kun even gave Kagami-kun advice that helped him play better this summer. Without that advice, he likely would have won against us the second time. But he doesn’t seem to regret it at all. And after yesterday. . . Kise-kun will be my next opponent today. And yet, I rooted for him all throughout that match. I was proud when he won. And--”

“Is this going somewhere?” Murasakibara drawled lazily, and Kuroko narrowed his eyes at him.

“And Aomine-kun helped me learn how to shoot in a way suited for me.” Kuroko paused for a second, thinking over all the words that had just come tumbling out of his mouth. They were truer than he had realized. “Maybe wanting to have it all makes me selfish, however, I can’t help bu--” Kuroko shook his head, stopping that train of thought. “I suppose what I’m trying to say is--” Kuroko dug around in his pocket. “Put your new cell phone number in my phone,” he demanded, sticking his phone out to Murasakibara.

Murasakibara glared down at Kuroko, and Kuroko felt so silly. He didn’t know what he was doing here, there was no way Murasakibara would--

“Yeah, okay, Kuro-chin,” he said, taking the phone and plugging his number into the ‘new contact’ option. Kuroko stood there, staring in shock at nothing but air all the while. When Murasakibara plopped the phone back in his still-outstretched hand a minute later, he blinked, returning to reality. He looked up and met Murasakibara’s gaze just in time for his large hand to land on his head. Kuroko scowled at the hand patting his head, before watching, still in disbelief, as Murasakibara strode away back to Himuro.

“Good luck, Kuro-chin,” he called. “You’re going to need it,” he muttered.

The fact that Akashi was terrifying wasn’t new information.

Murasakibara had experienced that terror first-hand during their one-on-one in third year of middle school.

But the fact that he had won the match against Shuutoku by so much even after Midorima had improved immensely? That had made even Murasakibara shiver a little in his seat when he had seen the final score.

And now, watching him play against Kuroko and the rest of Seirin, Murasakibara wasn’t sure how to feel. He respected Akashi more than almost anyone he knew, and he couldn’t help but feel bitter towards Seirin, the team that had defeated him and his team. So why . . .

Why did he feel the urge to stand up and cheer Kuroko on too when the rest of their middle school teammates had chosen to scream their support?

Loyalty and laziness kept him trapped in his seat, but as the end of the match approached, he couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward in his seat, tracking the action occurring in the game below him with intent eyes. He felt his palms and his feet itch--like he wanted to move--and scowled, flopping back in his seat to be contrary.

Despite the fact that all of his team had come to watch the match, he was pretty sure only Himuro had noticed the way that (even if it was only for a few moments) he had felt the urge, the want, to play basketball too.

When the cards fell and all was said and done, Seirin stood victorious. Murasakibara felt a strange tinge of unwanted pride. He had lost to the victors of this tournament, and no one less.

As he watched Kuroko’s team tackle him in hugs, the tiny figures dancing across the big, empty court, he felt that itch to play again. And when he watched Akashi shake Kuroko’s hand (his other self was clearly there to stay), he felt a warmth in his chest that almost overwhelmed that itch.

So he scowled and ignored both feelings, reaching into his bag for another snack to eat. Wanting to play basketball and loving basketball the way that Kuroko did was stupid.

Later that night, as he lay awake and stared at the ceiling above him, Murasakibara couldn’t stop thinking. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way that all of his teammates, even Akashi, had been changed by their matches against Kuroko and his team. He couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with them!

(What was wrong with him, for not changing too.)

And he couldn’t stop thinking about what it was like to go into the Zone.

The way his focus had narrowed to him, tha players, the ball, and the court--as if nothing else mattered, as if the rest of the world had been drowned out . . . the way he felt like he’d been sinking down beneath the waves of the Zone had been . . . wonderful.

It had been wonderful for every moment that it had happened. It felt like the moment of euphoria that came when he took his first bite of something delicious, a feeling all the following bites could never capture as well as the first. And yet this version of that euphoria had been constant .

It felt like coming home.

And he hated himself for feeling that in the bone-deep way he felt it.

He knew that the other Miracles said you said to love basketball to go into the Zone--but that wasn’t true! It couldn’t be true . . . because he hated basketball.

He was quitting basketball!

He would just as soon as the season was over. After all, he didn’t want to let Himuro down.

But there was always a reason to keep playing, wasn’t there? At first he was just playing to join a club, any club! And then it was because he didn’t want to lose. Then it was because he was good at it. Because he didn’t want to let Akashi down. Because he didn’t want to fall behind all the rest of his teammates. Because he wanted to prove himself to be the best of them all, to beat Kuroko, to not let Himuro down--

There was always something.

But when this year was over . . . there was nothing.

There was no reason for him to keep playing, no reason for him to experience the Zone again.

He didn’t want to experience the Zone again--!

And yet he also did.

He wanted to play with Himuro next year.

He wanted to play against Kuroko, Akashi, and all his middle school teammates.

He wanted to go into the Zone again.

And he didn’t know why.

Groaning, Murasakibara threw an arm over his eyes, closing them and trying to block out the world. He heard his phone buzz. He threw out his other arm, groping around to find his phone. Squinting at the bright screen, he realized it was a text--

A text from Kuroko.

Did you come to the match today Murasakibara-kun?

Debating with himself for a few moments, Murasakibara shook his head at himself when he realized he wanted to reply.

yeah. congrats or whatever

He waited, tensely, for a reply.

Thank you. I was very proud of my team.

Murasakibara rolled his eyes at the response. “Typical Kuro-chin,” he grumbled to himself. But before he could tell Kuroko to leave him alone if that’s all he wanted to say, Kuroko sent another text.

Did you see that they were selling limited-edition sweets there today? I got some for you because I was not certain if you were there.

Murasakibara’s eyes gleamed. This. This was the reason he was friends with Kuroko.

And without realizing that he had started to think of Kuroko as a friend once more, he rapidly texted back, forgetting any reluctance and annoyance he’d previously had in a single moment.

Deep thoughts about annoying things could be saved for another time. Limited-edition sweets were far more important.

Kuroko's Birthday, January 31st, First Year of High School

Kuroko was thankful that Akashi had arranged a practice match between Rakuzan and Yosen in Tokyo yesterday, otherwise he doubted Murasakibara would have showed up at all. It was wonderful to see everyone again, but it was especially wonderful that they were all there for his birthday.

As they played match after match on the street court, he couldn’t help the small grin that he constantly wore on his face. He remembered playing in these various teams of three all the time in middle school, memories that were quite fond in the early days. While they had become tainted with the awful things that happened later on, it now felt like all the pain, anger, and guilt had been excised from those memories.

Kuroko was sure that the others had those memories too, but now all that was left was the enjoyment of the game that they all shared.

He could even see a smile on Murasakibara’s face as they played. Despite the complaints he muttered about them all being fanatics and the way he was constantly saying that he was exhausted from the practice matches between Rakuzan and Yosen the day before, he still kept playing until the rest of them decided to stop too.

After they took a group photo and Kuroko invited them all to the party that Kagami was hosting for his birthday, they all walked towards Kagami’s apartment. Momoi (he wasn’t sure he wanted to know why she knew everyone’s addresses) was leading the way with Akashi while Midorima, Kise, and Aomine argued. But Murasakibara was being quiet enough that he wasn’t dragged into their arguing (for once).

Kuroko fell back to walk next to him.

“Did you have a good day, Murasakibara-kun?”

Murasakibara jumped slightly, before giving him a bored look. “Ehh. It was annoying, but fine, I guess.”

Kuroko smiled, because (for Murasakibara) that was basically admitting that he’d had fun. “Are you excited to--”

“Don’t think that just because I went into the Zone you know how I feel,” Murasakibara snapped, cutting him off and clearly misunderstanding what his question had been about. Kuroko had been planning to ask if he was excited to eat, but well, they might as well have this conversation.

“I don’t know how you feel,” Kuroko agreed easily enough. And Murasakibara was surprised enough by this acknowledgement that he fell silent beside him. “I don’t know what the Zone is like, and I doubt I will ever know, no matter how much I love basketball. So I will only say to you what I have said many times before. And this time, I hope that you will actually hear me: Don’t squander the gifts you have been given. Please play your hardest, Murasakibara-kun.” Kuroko turned to look at Murasakibara as he walked, before nodding and speeding up to leave Murasakibara behind.

He had so much more he wanted to say. But somehow, he didn’t think Murasakibara was quite ready to talk about any of this. That’s why he was so surprised when Murasakibara said, quietly, “I’m not gonna quit my team.”

Kuroko’s pace stuttered with surprise, unsure if maybe he should slow back down to talk more or simply walk in silence. Or if Murasakibara would take that as Kuroko returning to say that he’d been right all along. So instead, he just murmured, “I’m glad,” and poked Aomine in the back to startle him.

He was easily swept up in his other friends’ conversation, but he kept an eye on Murasakibara all evening long. He tried not to be pleased about the fact that he was pretty sure that playing with them today had been a big part of Muraskibara’s reason for deciding to keep playing. But he failed, miserably.

Especially given the fact that he was watching all his friends celebrate his birthday with him, both on the court and off. In truth, he couldn’t stop smiling all day.

Vorpal Sword vs Jabberwock , Post-Interhigh, Second Year of High School

Getting benched with a hurt wrist in the middle of the game against Team Jabberwock sucked.

Because being able to play his hardest with a team that could keep up with him? Honestly, it was one of the best feelings Murasakibara had ever felt. And even if he had refused to admit it to anyone else aloud, he had finally become comfortable with the fact that he liked basketball at least a little after he had decided to keep playing basketball.

But even though he was missing out on playing, the feeling that came when their team won the game was . . .

Indescribable.

It made him want to play a thousand more games with the Miracles and Yosen and all of his friends.

It was one thing to hear that Kagami was leaving. It was another for Kagami to actually leave. Sitting outside the airport on a bench with his middle school teammates surrounding him, he watched the planes take off and rise through the sky, above the clouds. He knew that Kagami was in one of those planes . . . and he actually felt somewhat sad about it.

“Huh, he’s really gone,” Kise realized with a downcast look on his face.

“Now we’ll never play with him again,” Murasakibara frowned, pausing in rummaging around in his bag of chips. “Not that I care,” he added.

“That’s not true,” Midorima asserted, turning to look at him.

“Huh?” Muraskibara asked.

Aomine, glaring angrily at the road, grumbled. “I’m going to America.”

“What?” Kise asked. “To see Kagamicchi?”

“Of course not, idiot! I’m obviously going to play in the NBA.” Aomine declared loudly.

Kise jumped, turning to stare at him with surprise. “What? When?”

“I don’t know yet,” Aomine dismissed him, as if blustering could cover up the fact that he definitely didn’t actually have any concrete plans, “but I’m definitely going soon.”

Murasakibara decided to ignore them. They were both idiots anyway. At least Midorima was a little less stupid (and a lot more mean). “Mido-chin, what are you talking about?”

Midorima’s gaze had returned to the sky and planes above them. “I could ask you the same thing. A slight smile curved over his face. “Aren’t we going to keep playing basketball?”

He looked back at the rest of them, but Murasakibara didn’t want to say “yes,” even if it was true.

“Midorima’s right,” Akashi spoke up, his hands elegantly folded together in his lap. “Kagami’s just playing somewhere else now.” He turned his whole face up to the heavens. “As long as we keep playing basketball, we’ll fight him again.”

See you again soon, Kagami, Murasakibara thought, strengthening his resolve and pushing any sadness he might have felt away. He reached for a handful of chips and turned his gaze at the planes overhead like the rest of his friends had.

When they met up with Seirin at the front of the airport to take the bus back together, it felt like it was on purpose that Kuroko chose to sit down in the seat next to him.

Aomine and Kise battled for Kuroko’s attention as much as they did anything else. Midorima’s scoldings just added more noise to the mess. Murasakibara decided that ignoring Midorima was his best bet to avoid being scolded by Akashi--a terrifying prospect. In truth, only Akashi’s iron-clad control over the worst of all of their behavior stopped them from being kicked-off the bus all together. Seirin was surprisingly noisy too, but Murasakibara supposed that made sense. Kuroko wouldn’t know what to do with a peaceful, calm team.

He and Kuroko sat together for most of the ride, not often interacting with each other given all the chaos that was around them. When they finally got close to their stop, he offered some of his sugary snacks to Kuroko. Kuroko took a vanilla wafer with a small smile.

Staring directly at the seat in front of him as he spoke, Murasakibara finally said. “I like playing basketball.”

It was something he wasn’t sure he’d admit to anyone else in the world besides Kuroko--except probably Himuro and maybe Akashi.

Kuroko simply said: “I know.”

He scowled. “Ugh, you’re so self-righteous, Kuro-chin. I still don’t think that liking basketball makes me, or anyone else, a better player or anything!”

“I know.” Kuroko didn’t push the point, like Murasakibara had feared he would.

So he heaved a sigh and changed the subject. “I wish you’d just shut up sometimes.”

“I know,” Kuroko said, but he was smiling.

Murasakibara couldn’t stop the smile that was growing on his own face, thankful that Kuroko wasn’t making a big deal out of this. He was simply letting this moment happen between just them, without the scrutiny of their ex-teammates or Kuroko’s current teammates.

This time, when he felt that warmth in his chest he associated with friendship, that itch in his soul to play, he chose to smile instead of frown.

For once, he chose to lay down his shield, his walls, and let those feelings in.

He wanted to play. He loved to play. And he wouldn’t have it any other way. After all, he may have to say goodbye to friends over the years, but one thing he wanted to hold on tight to was basketball. As long as he kept playing, he would see friends he’d thought were long gone, friends like Kuroko, again.

And that was why he would never stop playing basketball.

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Hi! May I ask scenario about Kise female best friend who helps Kaijo boys (if you read Replace novel, you know their problems) with group date preparation. Thank you for your blog!

thank you for the ask and sorry for the wait! i had to read the light novel before writing this bc i haven’t read it before. i’m assuming you mean the group date preparation in the summer vacation story? hopefully i’m not wrong. i had lots of fun writing this so i really hope you like it as well (￣▽￣)

You originally planned on spending summer holiday in your room, reading and playing games all day, but your best friend Kise Ryōta had begged you to help ease his misery. Worried that the blond idiot might get into some trouble, you complied. But you definitely weren’t expecting... this.

“Ah, [Name]-chan, what a coincidence.” Kasamatsu was the first to greet you.

You smiled at him and walked closer to the restaurant table, still a bit confused. “Ryōta-kun, what is the meaning of this?” You raised a suspicious eyebrow at Kise. Why would he suddenly ask you to meet him at a family restaurant? The whole Kaijo team was here too...

He simply grinned sheepishly. “Thanks for coming at such short notice!” He cast his team a tired look. “Actually.. we’re going to have a group date after this.”

“Huh? You want me to act as your girlfriend again?” In order to keep his fangirls away from him, Kise had often asked you to pose as his fake girlfriend. It was really tiring to follow him all day and receive hate stares from girls. Nah, I’m too tired for this bullcrap.

Already preparing to turn around and leave, Kise grabbed you by the arm frantically. “No, no! I need your help coaching these poor inexperienced guys!” He exclaimed in panic, wincing when the other visitors looked at all of you strangely.

“Ah, that’s actually a good idea.” Kobori stroked his chin, nodding. “[Name]-san can be our guide.”

“[Name]-chan, please guide us! You’re our only hope!” Moriyama started to beg.

Grimacing under the hopeful stares of Kise, Kobori, Hayakawa, Kasamatsu, and Moriyama, you had no choice but to agree. “Fine!” You huffed, pouting.

Kise let out a relieved sigh. “Thank you, [Name]-cchi!! I owe you big time!”

“That you do.” Sighing, you sat down next to Kise and folded your hands. “So what do you want to know?”

The clueless face of four Kaijo boys gave you your answer: everything.

A good ten minutes had passed, and you had reached one conclusion; these boys were hopeless. Kise was also this close to losing his patience (his eye already twitched four times now).

“Moriyama-senpai, what if a girl says she wants to go to the amusement park?”

You crossed your arms, nodding. Alright, that was an easy question. Surely Moriyama would know the answer to-

“Going to a place like an amusement park is pointless. Just go to your house instead.”

Eyes nearly bulging out, you exchanged glances with Kise and gulped. Yeah, if you want to be viewed as a pervert!

“I read it online, it’s best to try and choose a location that is close by for the first date.” Moriyama explained seriously. You, on the other hand, had trouble comprehending the words he was saying. Did he seriously believe that?!

You were close to giving up, but the boys’ perseverance made you pity them. They were adorable, so clueless and yet determined to win over girls’ hearts.

“Hayakawa-senpai, when you’re speaking, be more calm!”

“Ah?! I’m normally like this!” The boy replied, “Fine! I’ll give it a try!”

“Kobori-senpai, your sense of presence is too low! Give out more of your ‘I-am-a-good-person’ aura!”

“It’s too difficult for me!”

You massaged your temples. “Guys, please calm down. They’re just girls. You being scared of them is just going to scare them!”

Kasamatsu trembled in his seat, sweat already dripping from his forehead.

The training continued. Soon, a big hurdle in capturing the hearts of the females was presented; finding a common topic to talk about.

“Ah, come on now. It can’t be that hard. Surely you guys know a lot more things other than basketball.” You nervously chuckled, gulping when all of the boys looked at each other in terror. Oh no. “Umm, what about you practice it with me? Ryōta-kun doesn’t need to practice this, he just needs to sit and shut up and girls will already flock around him.”

Kise looked both proud and a bit offended.

“Kasamatsu-senpai, please go first.”

He looked like he was going to face the Generation of Miracles. Eyes flickering around nervously, he looked everywhere but you. “Uh- umm..” You smiled at him patiently, urging him to continue, “D-Do you like sports?” He blurted out and was instantly shoved by his friends.

“You’re just gonna talk about basketball!” Hayakawa said.

You sighed. “This isn’t going to work..”

“But I’m fine having daily conversations with you! You like basketball and you’re a girl, so..”

“But [Name]-san’s different!” Kobori let out a sigh, “I’m fine with having daily conversations with her as well..”

“What about we each go on a date with [Name]-chan first?”

Hayakawa’s suggestion was met with Kise’s glare and your deadpan.

“No way am I letting my best friend be tortured by each of you!”

“Moriyama-senpai, go ahead.” You switched your attention to the black haired boy.

He nodded and looked at his lap, as if preparing himself. When he raised his head, his lips was curved to form a flirtatious grin. Oh boy. “Hey, don’t you feel that this group date is a meeting set by destiny?”

“No!” You had to resist the urge of smacking his head, “Ryōta-kun, you go and set an example for them!”

But your heartthrob gorgeous ladykiller friend had the same panicked expression on his face. “[Name]-cchi,” he whispered to you, “What do we usually talk about?!”

Your jaw dropped. “What? Just think of something!”

“Umm..” He gave you a sheepish smile, “Do you like sports?”

You groaned when he repeated Kasamatsu’s answer.

You were panicking, and time was running out. “Alright, alright. Just ask them what their hobbies are and you’ll be fine!” You concluded, smiling encouragingly at all of them. “Good luck, you all!” Fist bumping the guys, you silently prayed that they wouldn’t embarrass themselves. You then sat at the table near their table, watching as five girls walked in.

You were eating happily while observing the boys (who seemed to be doing somewhat of an okay job) when you heard one of the girls ask, “I heard that all of you are friends from the same community. What is it?”

“It’s... basketball.” You heard Kasamatsu answer uncertainly, already getting a bad feeling.

“Ah, sports-related. How cool!”

Finishing your food, you sipped on your beverage while staring at the table in front of you. The boys weren’t facing you, but you could already sense their surprise. You saw Moriyama take out a pen and paper, about to draw a diagram of the basketball court to explain something about basketball. Okay, girls love a knowledgable guy. Hopefully they won’t start ranting too much about basketball.. However, knowing your idiot friends, that was asking for too much.

Soon, they were busy discussing training methods and basketball formations amongst themselves, ignoring the five girls in front of them. You wanted to intervene, but how? You could only watch helplessly as they animatedly chatted. Oh man, you could see the girls’ annoyed expressions.

Then it escalated into something worse.

“Hey, look at this, [Name]-cchi. You like this formation, right?” Kise suddenly turned his head and gestured for you to join them, “Explain about it to Kasamatsu-senpai. He likes this one better. I think it’s less effective, though.”

Kasamatsu nodded, deep in thought, “I saw some first years using this a lot.”

Moriyama, Kobori, and Hayakawa were all fired up as well, looking at you.

You immediately froze. Eyes flicking between the angry girls and curious boys, you made a frantic gesture for them to look in front of them.

Like a broken spell, the boys suddenly came to their senses. You could see everyone gulp, not daring to look at the five girls. Kise finally turned around, his eyes pleading, “Ah.. about that.. sorry..”

“It’s okay. Don’t mind, don’t mind.” The girls replied with a fake smile, “You all just.. go play on your own.”

You slapped your forehead in frustration. Thus, on that day, the boys’ summer ended.

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Himitsu Sentai Gorenger

Finished Gorenger today. It strikes me how many parallels I’m seeing between it and MMPR as a series, purely from a production standpoint. In watching this, it felt, as is the well-documented case with MMPR, that the production staff knew exactly what they were making, but had no idea how much of a legacy it would create, with now 45 seasons of Sentai and 28 of Rangers at the time of writing this. Both shows had way too many episodes, because, while I passively enjoyed Gorenger, staying actively interested was very difficult, and getting through the series as a whole turned out to be a slog. Despite this, both shows have standout episodes, MMPR has one truly good episode (The Potion Notion), and Gorenger has several, though I couldn’t name them off the top of my head. The one where Kaijo goes missing and the other rangers discover him undercover later was a banger, as was the one where Asuka gets framed for a bunch of murders. The pilots of both shows have super manic energy and kind of just shove the viewer into everything without any warning or mercy, but have some really memorable moments, namely the rangers walking up to discover Shinmei in a white cowboy suit complete with hat and white guitar, leaning on the doorway outside the command room without any explanation for him already being there, revealing that the flamenco guitar was diegetic the whole time. Good time. I came. Shinmei does it for me, and that helped a lot with the less interesting episodes. I was happy whenever the screen featured an unmorphed Shinmei. All that being said, despite the extended series length, both series feature a cast of characters that don’t really have much character, aside from Daita and Billy. I love the original rangers, I love the four replacements, and I have conflicting feelings on Tommy, but a whole lot of the goodwill in those cases comes from the work of Ryan Parrot’s comics runs, and the wonderful commentary of the Ranger Danger Podcast (great comics by the way, and great podcast as well, I’m likely going to bring them up a lot, they are best boys). As a viewer I kept seeing opportunities for interesting character dynamics pop up and be squandered, which was disappointing. I don’t expect better from Power Rangers, it’s garbage and I know it’s garbage no matter how much I love it. I was honestly hoping for a bit more depth here. Daigoro fucking dies and they never mention it again after the episode. Oh and speaking of that episode, I didn’t give a fuck. He died and I didn’t really care, because the show didn’t really care. I didn’t actively dislike him or anything, it just had no weight to it, although the dying words “Next time I won’t be so careless” is a damn good line. I will say, however, minutes later, seeing Daita get out of the tank and say “Hey buds, need a hand?” made me tear up a little. I have a deep affection for the golden retriever archetype, and Daita is absolutely one of those very good boys. That’s pretty much the end of the parallels, at least of the ones I can remember, other than the obvious “Yellow Ranger actor tragically dies relatively soon after the end of the series” one but that’s not something I’m really qualified to talk about at all. Anyway, just going to sum up some things and call it a night. The movie was fine, and other than a noticeable shift in video quality, it was basically just a regular episode, though I don’t know to what extent that was the intent. I should say I know absolutely nothing about Japan or the culture therein. I’ve seen a small amount of anime, mainly pretty normie shit, although I saw and loved Baccano! which I’ve been led to believe is pretty niche. That’s all beside the point. The Gorenger suits were solid suits: distinguished, but clearly belonging to a team. Perfectly fine theme song, I think that’s really the one singular thing Power Rangers as a show does consistently better than Sentai, with some notable exceptions in later seasons. I’ll say now, I’ve heard all the sentai themes, I watched 45 minute compilation, and for the most part they’re all adequate. But holy shit Timeranger what the fuck happened there. They went so hard and I love it. There is so much theory in there, but I’m going to get to that in probably like two years when I get to Timeranger because holy shit there is so much sentai. Anyway this is way too long, but this should hopefully be the longest one. All other season reviews will have a season’s worth of posts to flesh out my thoughts so I won’t feel the need to be this extensive. I enjoyed this season well enough, but I’ll probably never watch it again.

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Bookshelf Briefs 6/25/18

Astra: Lost in Space, Vol. 3 | By Kenta Shinohara | Viz Media – Two things are the most notable about this volume of Astra, which otherwise sees our heroes going to more alien worlds and slowly firming up into the obvious romantic couples. The first is the big reveal that Luca is intersex, which comes out after a confrontation with Ulgar over Luca’s father, the senator. We’ve seen intersex characters in manga before, but it doesn’t usually hit Jump titles. The other reveal is back with the parents discussing their kids, who have now been missing for a month. It’s clear that there is some sort of big conspiracy going on here. That said, I’m not sure I’d really be continuing with this if I didn’t know the next volume was the last. I look forward to it ending, but also want to see the end. – Sean Gaffney

Battle Angel Alita: Mars Chronicle, Vol. 2 | By Yukito Kishiro | Kodansha Comics – Having recently started reading and enjoying the original Battle Angel Alita, I was naturally curious about Mars Chronicle. While the first volume of Mars Chronicle served as a prequel to Battle Angel Alita, taking place during Alita’s childhood as a war orphan on Mars, the second volume is a sequel set after the events of the Last Order series. Tying the volumes together are the characters and the Martian landscape. Alita finds herself caught up in a dramatic battle with Erica, her childhood friend and another expert martial artist, while larger efforts to establish a unified Mars are in danger of collapsing, Alita herself framed for an assassination attempt of the emerging leader. For the most part, Mars Chronicle is a fairly accessible series even for those who haven’t read the earlier manga, although some basic familiarity with the franchise can still be useful. – Ash Brown

Food Wars!: Shokugeki no Soma, Vol. 24 | By Yuto Tsukuda and Shun Saeki | Viz Media – One of the more iconic things about Food Wars! are the images that are drawn by the artist summing up the preparation of food. Sometimes, when it involves the judges eating, it’s pure fanservice, but not always. There’s two terrific portraits here of the different types of cooking that two of the teams do—the one with Gin, Takumi and Megumi is shown as a sort of cocktail jazz band, while the one with Soma, his dad and Erina is shown to be avant-garde Jackson-Pollock style painters. It’s great stuff, and helps get us into the big final matches, which start with Soma immediately having rotten luck destroy him, as he’s challenging a soba expert and the meal they’re doing is soba. Ah well, he’s the hero, I’m sure he’ll come up with something. – Sean Gaffney

Ghost in the Shell README: 1995-2017 | By Takuma Shindo | Kodansha Comics – Despite being subtitled 1995-2017, the recent Hollywood live-action Ghost in the Shell film is oddly the first incarnation of Shirow Masamune’s manga to be addressed by the README guide and artbook. The rest of the volume is devoted to the various anime films and series by Mamoru Oshii, Kenji Kamiyama and, most recently, Kazuchika Kise. Each of the adaptations is given a chapter of its own which includes general information, story summaries, character, mechanical, and landscape designs, an abundance of full-color artwork, and more. For me the most interesting parts of README were the essays, the interview with Atsuko Tanaka and Maaya Sakamoto (the voices of “The Major,” Motoko Kusanagi), and the roundtable featuring all of the Ghost in the Shell anime directors in conversation with one another. README will likely appeal most to established fans of the franchise, but it provides a terrific overview and general introduction, too. – Ash Brown

Horimiya, Vol. 11 | By Hero and Daisuke Hagiwara | Yen Press – It really is impressive how the author of Horimiya is just not letting go of the fact that Hori really gets turned on by being dominated/struck, and that this really seems to bother Miyamura. It’s one reason, perhaps, why the volume ends with a short chapter that shows that, though they love each other, they still have tremendous difficulty figuring out how the other thinks. And there’s also Hori’s rage issues, which they at least acknowledge but don’t really deal with. As for the other couples, well, Ishikawa and Yoshikawa (Ishiyoshi?) are still struggling a bit, mostly due to embarrassment and embarrassing family. Horimiya isn’t as fantastic as it once was, but it’s still fun. – Sean Gaffney

Kuroko’s Basketball, Vols. 23-24 | By Tadatoshi Fujimaki | VIZ Media – We begin with the conclusion of the Winter Cup semifinal game, during which Seirin manages to defeat Kaijo by a one-point margin. It’s tense and exciting and there is a lot of manly crying. Rather than move right into the finals, however, the story diverges into flashback mode, with Kuroko telling the story of his time at Teiko Middle. This arc is fabulous and I’m a little bummed we didn’t have it earlier, as it would’ve informed so many of Kuroko’s interactions with his former teammates. However, putting it before his big matchup against Akashi makes sense, since Akashi was the one who sensed his potential to develop a unique style in the first place. In particular, I wasn’t expecting to come out of the arc loving Aomine so much. It’s nice knowing he finally did find someone who could defeat him. One of the best volumes in a while! – Michelle Smith

Kuroko’s Basketball, Vols. 23-24 | By Tadatoshi Fujimaki | Viz Media – As you might expect, Kuroko solves things, and is even allowed to make the winning shot—something that stuns him a bit. We’re clearly getting near to the end of the series, which means it’s now time for a biiiig flashback showing how the Generation of Miracles actually came to be. As you might imagine given everyone we’ve seen, it was not free and easy. Kuroko is almost put off the team a few times and the others barely work together at all. (It’s also cute seeing a middle-school, pre-sexy knockout Momoi falling for Kuroko.) I’m glad that this flashback is coming now, as we’ve come to know all the leads, and it also gives us a break from the tournament while still being filled with basketball. – Sean Gaffney

Mushroom Girls in Love | By Kei Murayama | Seven Seas – If it weren’t for the length, this could easily have fit right into the middle of A Centaur’s Life, a series that seems to enjoy randomly wandering off into whatever the hell for a few chapters on end. Instead of animal-human hybrids, this time it’s fungi-human hybrids, as our heroines try to stay married and in love despite root rot, royalty trying to break them up, and evading gunfire and the world seemingly being against them. As with A Centaur’s Life, this is not so much comedic or dramatic as just plain weird. And then there’s the girls riding tarantulas like horses… I guess what I mean to say is that if you like A Centaur’s Life and wish that the lesbians were the main characters, give this a shot. – Sean Gaffney

Princess Jellyfish, Vol. 9 | By Akiko Higashimura | Kodansha Comics – In many respects, this is a satisfying finale. Jelly Fish is back in business and it’s great to see the girls, particularly Jiji, finally able to don fancy clothes without hesitation in order to help Tsukimi’s visions become reality. In fact, I pretty much cried straight through from that point on. Reveals and reunions occur, but when one looks closer, one sees that several things remain unsettled. Amamizukan is still owned by Kai Fish, we don’t know whether Jelly Fish will actually be a success, and we don’t know how Tsukimi feels about Kuranosuke being in love with her (though I do love that he recognizes she doesn’t need a man right now). The feeling is all very optimistic, though, and perhaps it’s for the best that we just imagine a happy outcome without worrying about the details. It’s hard to believe it’s over! – Michelle Smith

Wotakoi: Love Is Hard for Otaku, Vol. 2 | By Fujita | Kodansha Comics – If you enjoyed the first volume of Wotakoi, this second one gives you more of what you enjoyed. The four leads are still all otaku types, but realistic and not caricatured. We get to see how Hanako and Taro met, which temporarily turns Wotakoi into Haikyu!! for a bit, and also see the couples accidentally getting swapped thanks to a haunted roller coaster. And there’s a new character, introduced (I thought) to be a gay love interest to Naoya, but no, she’s just a shy girl who dresses like a schlub. Still, there’s some comedy to be mined from hiding this from Naoya for the time being. As an anime and manga geek, reading Wotakoi is both fun and heartwarming, and I like it a lot. – Sean Gaffney

Wotakoi: Love Is Hard for Otaku, Vol. 2 | By Fujita | Kodansha Comics – I really liked the first Wotakoi omnibus, but I flatout loved this one. All of the characters are so great and so vivid, and there was an interesting structure to the two volumes included here. In the first, the continuing story of Hirotaka and Narumi’s first real date is interspersed with short vignettes and the story of how Naoya makes a friend. I came away with a much stronger idea of why Hirotaka loves Narumi, and how he feels like an inferior adult compared to her. In the second volume, the continuing story is an amazing flashback to Kabakura and Koyanagi in high school, with all the tsundere goodness one could wish for. Ordinarily, characters who bicker this much would bother me, but these two are the exception. This is a fabulous series that everyone should be reading. Get on it! – Michelle Smith

Yuuna and the Haunted Hot Springs, Vol. 2 | By Tadahiro Miura | Seven Seas – If nothing else, Yuuna is proving to be a slightly better ecchi Jump title than To-Love-Ru has, possibly as there’s slightly less emphasis on falling into everyone’s breasts all the time. Only slightly, though, and Yuuna still positions itself for one type of reader and one alone—the horny teenage boy. But if I were a horny teenage boy, I’d like this—Kogarashi is a bit less hapless than the typical ecchi protagonist, the girls are for the most part fun (I was amused that the drunken Kitsune wannabe is a manga artist), and there is the occasional sweet romantic tease. Still, if you’re expecting romance, read Nisekoi. If you want boobs, this is the book for you. – Sean Gaffney

By: Michelle Smith

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Hi! I just reqested bad boys au with s/o who dies but i forgot about character limit so I would like to cut it out to Kagami Kuroko, Midorima, Akashi and Momoi if GoM+Kagami is too much. Thank you!:)

Hi! I did imagine/reactions and tried to hit as many of your criteria as I could but noteverything made it. I hope you still like what I come up with.

Trigger warning: Mentions of death and violence.

Akashi

He’s away on business when news of your death reaches him.It was an assassination, one bullet to your forehead while you stood on thebalcony of his room. Reo’s crying can be heard on the other end of the line,but Akashi feels numb. He blinks, eyes shifting from one color to two. “Findthem, Reo. Bring them to me unharmed.” It doesn’t take long for the offendersto be caught, brought before the head of the Rakuzan. Akashi sits silent,staring at the scum responsible for the loss of the light of his life.Standing, he picks up a knife, checking its sharpness on the skin of his thumb.“Her death, was quick and painless,” he muses. Turning a murderous glare uponthem he sneers, “Yours will not be.”

Aomine

“You idiot,” Aomine mutters taking a seat upon the groundnext to your headstone. It’s his usual greeting to you now since one stupiddecision, yours, took you away from him. Why did you have to jump in front ofhim when that asshole pulled the gun? He could have taken the hit and kept ongoing but no, his foolish girlfriend just had to be a hero. Sighing, his headlands with a soft thud against the granite, your name pressing into his back.Memories of that rainy night flood his mind, a voice he didn’t recognizescreaming, “The only one who can beat meis me!” It wasn’t until later that he realized it had been own his voice declaringwhat he knew now to be a lie. There was one person who can beat him; you. Afteryour death, he left Too, walked away from it all to live a life of solitude. Withoutyou here, there really wasn’t a point to try anymore.

Midorima

Staring at your empty shell in the hospital bed, ventilatorsgiving the illusion you’re still among the living, Midorima allows one tear totrail down his cheek. “I told you to keep your lucky item with you at alltimes,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss you one last time. You look sopeaceful despite the bruises upon your face, ugly reminders of the beating youunderwent that took your last breath. Inhaling one of his own and cursing thegods for their abandonment, Midorima gives the word to pull the plug. As theheart monitor sounds, Takao chokes back a sob, trying to stay strong for hisfriend and comrade. “Let’s go Takao,” Midorima announces after all the machinesare wheeled away, “it’s time to show those who would dare take from me the truemeaning of misfortune.”

Murasakibara

Murasakibara never thought he would reach a point in hislife where he hated food. But now, looking at your face from which all colorand life has been drained, he does. A box of chocolates, a fucking box ofchocolates seemingly sent to you from him and now you’re dead. Because he didn’ttake the threats seriously when he thought them to be directed at his ownperson. He never even considered they’d go after you. And in such anunderhanded and cowardly manner too, using poison instead of facing theirenemies head on. Standing up, Murasakibara’s eyes gleam with fury. “Himuro, getmy hammer. I’m going to crush them.”

Kise

Loud wailing sobs echo in the alley, Kaijo’s golden boy inconsolableas he holds your bleeding form against his body. Your spirit has long sinceleft, skin turning colder and colder as the seconds tick by. Kasamatsu stands rigid,mouth moving but no sound coming out, horrified that you’re dead. The stabbinghad been quick and visceral, your attackers scrambling up the fire escape tothe roof while Kise and Kasamatsu rushed to your aid. When Kise’s cries beginto die down to sniffles, his leader touches him on the shoulder. Kise looks up,eyes red rimmed and blood staining his shirt.

“Can you stand?” .

Looking down at you one last time, Kise caresses yourcheek, choking out, “Sleep well, _____cchi, I’ll…I’ll see you again someday.”He lays you down, grasping Kasamatsu’s hand with one covered in blood. “Comeon, it’s time to return the favor,” he vows, eyes going dark.

Kuroko

“Kuroko, I…I’m so sorry,” Kiyoshi mumbles. Your body lays onKuroko’s bed, a vicious rope burn evident on your neck. The members of Seirinwho found you hanging couldn’t leave you like that, opting to cut you downbefore calling their leaders. Hyuuga reprimands them in the next room but he’s surprisinglyquiet in doing so, the loss of your life seemingly at your own hands weighingheavily on the makeshift family. Kuroko’s eyes fill with tears looking at you.Were you really so unhappy? Was there anything he could have-

His thoughts cut off when he notices something the othersmissed. Kagami sees the shift in his expression, leaning closer to try to see whathis shadow does. “What is it Kuroko?” he asks drawing the attention of Riko andKiyoshi back to the bed.

Kuroko points to a puncture mark in the side of your neck. “Shedidn’t kill herself, they sedated her then strung her up,” Kuroko announces tothe room as a whole. Everyone looks at him in shock.

“Who did?” asks Izuki.

“I don’t know yet, but I’m going to find out,” he repliesstorming out of the room with Kagami in his wake. It doesn’t take long for therest of the gang to follow. They’ll go to hell and back again to send yourkillers to their graves for what they did to you.

Kagami

Promises. Kagami has always been leery of them and for goodreason. Making promises almost always ends with someone being disappointed andnow is no exception. How could he have made that stupid promise so callously? Becausehe never truly believed it would come to pass. Yet now, he here is, on a datewith someone who isn’t you because he made a promise. A foolish promise thatshould anything ever happen to you, he’d move on, that he’d find love again andbe happy because you couldn’t bear the thought of him going through life aloneand miserable. And that he wouldn’t seek revenge because an eye for eye justmakes the whole world go blind.

But he knows, just as sure as the sun will rise tomorrow,that he’s going to break both his promises in one night.

If only he hadn’t run his mouth at that rumble, if only he’dstayed home that night, then at least you’d be dead together, dual victims ofthe drive by orchestrated by Haizaki.

If only, if only, if only.

He stands, offering a half assed apology that he has to goand walks out. He keeps walking until he reaches the gang’s hang out. Hyuugadoesn’t question his early return, merely hands him his gun with a warning tobe careful and not get caught.

Momoi

For all her ability to anticipate her opponent’s moves, evenMomoi can be caught off guard and this time the cost of oversight is too much.Her ears are still ringing from the explosion, her body sore from being thrownviolently by the shock wave of the car bomb. Standing slowly, grit and tarclinging to her skin, she stares in disbelief at the mangled form of her lover’scar, his body completely obliterated. Hysterical, she runs towards the flames,caught at the last second by Aomine who she fights against in desperation. “He’sgone, Satsuki!” shouts the blue hair. She looks in his eyes, shaking her head. Withgentleness unknown to be possible, Aomine touches her cheek and nods. “I’msorry, but he’s gone.” He allows her to collapse in his arms, holding her up.Meeting the eyes of his fellow gang members he hisses, “Nobody sleeps until thefucker who did this is six feet under.”

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hello! thank you for allowing the askbox requests too. can i please have a scenario for kise with a writer s/o? like, she works very hard to become a better writer even though she is quite good and always ends up getting really tired and sad. she also writes kise a lot of love letters expressing her love and how thankful she is for having him there.

Hello, my anonnie!! Sorry it took a while! I wanted for this scenario to REALLY TURN OUT GOOD, so I have been racking my head in how to write this request for a while... hope you like it!

Scintillating

Kise x Reader

Word Count: 1985

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I would love to open up today’s journal entry with the typical cliché I often read in books: “The setting sun was gorgeous, its rays burning and illuminating everything in the cloud-filled skies,” or somewhere along those lines, but when I look up, it's quite the opposite. The skies I am now accustomed to are dreary blank canvases, with the exception of scattered smog and smoke as clouds, mimicking splattered black paint.

The sun, in its atrocious highlighter-yellow glory, gave way to a blobby, deflated orange in approximately 23 minutes, which meant that I didn’t have much time left before darkness would blanket the whole city for the next couple hours.

You sighed. Dropping the lead pencil with a clank, silence pervaded the room once again, save for the unnerving ticks of the wall clock. Another sigh escaped from you. The pencil that was dropped haphazardly on the desk was now delicately grasped by calloused fingers. There was still much work to do, yet your mind always drifts to these dinky daydreams. Years of writing have done a number on your hands; they’re no longer the smooth, silky skin encasing aching bone, yet Kise always reassured you that your hands are proof of your hard work.

A break would do, you thought.

Strained eyes turned away from paper to squint even harder out the window, trying to hurry the skies to grow dimmer so you can see Kise soon.

The sunset... a collection of fireworks of color... so, why do they look so drab to you?

Your eyes turned away from the window back to the inked paper. A frustrated noise escaped from your throat. The last thing that paper saw was your glare before it was crumpled up and tossed away. The pencil soon followed after. You just can’t seem to have the same knack for writing like you once did before.

When you think about Kise’s phenomenal improvement in his basketball skills compared to your own lengthy rut, your heart thumps a dull pain that was slowly, but surely, eating the rest of your self-confidence away.

So what do you do to cope? You rested your head on your messy desk before dozing off into a numbing sleep.

———

“... cchi? (y/n)-cchi? (y/n)-cchi?”

“... Mmm?”

You drowsily opened your eyelids, not registering the fact that you had ink transferred from the paper to your pressed cheek but more hyper-focused on the feel of Kise’s lips on your forehead and his arms around your waist.

Wait… Kise?

“... Ryōta? Wh-where did you come from?”

“Practice was done a while ago, and you weren’t picking up your phone,” he chuckles, admiring your state of drowsiness. “So after looking around for you, I came to your house. Your parents let me in.”

You shot up and quickly shook your head awake, ignoring the surprised but amused look Kise gave you.

“Ah—I… I forgot to write you a letter!” you panicked, scrambling to look for the pencil you chucked across the room earlier and simultaneously pushing Kise out the room. You only meant to take a short nap before you started your customary love letters for your boyfriend. As much as you knew they were cheesy and that they pissed off his fangirls to no end, writing them was the only dependable way for you to express your feelings to him. It was how you confessed to him, and it was how you were able to be honest with him up until now.

“Wha—? (y/n)-cchi, as much as I love your cute letters, I want to spend time with you too—”

“B-but—!”

Kise sighed before he swiftly maneuvers your attempts to push him out and gently scoops you up to nuzzle against your neck. “You’re usually not in a hurry like that,” he murmurs. “Have you been overworking yourself?”

“... Not particularly,” you said, averting your eyes.

You knew that Kise didn’t buy your words.

This was where you sometimes wish Kise wasn’t so sharp and intuitive, because you could feel his intense gaze piercing through your soul and exposing your most vulnerable side.

He placed you down on the edge of your bed before he gently bumps his forehead against yours. All you could do was hold eye contact with him as he gives you a concerned gaze from such a close distance.

“You don’t feel sick,” he mumbled. “Your temperature feels just fine.” But as he continued to look into your eyes, he knew something was amiss. “(y/n)-cchi, what’s wrong?”

He immediately backs up and sits on the floor to give you space, patiently looking up at you as you continue to sit on the edge of the bed.

“I…” you started, and your inability to properly express yourself haunts you again. Kise reassuringly caressed your calloused hands, and you took a deep breath before you tried again. “I’m… feeling a slump. I don’t feel like I’m good enough.”

You expected Kise to immediately jump on you to reassure you with sweet nothings and kisses, but here he was, furrowing his brows in deep contemplation at your words. A heavy silence pervaded your room.

“... When?”

“Ryōta?”

He looks up at you again, capturing you in his gaze. “When did you feel this way?”

You widen your eyes in complete surprise. Of all things to say, of all things to ask, this certainly wasn’t what you expected. You were waiting to hear a “what?” “how?” a “who?” or even a “why?”

“Well…” you hesitated. “Just very recently.”

“I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to notice until now,” he said. “Things have just been really busy on my end—but it’s not an excuse for my negligence, (y/n)-cchi! I promise I’ll do better as your—”

“Ryōta!” you interrupted, slightly amused at his flustered state. “You’re already doing so much for me, silly. It’s not because of you.”

“Uh… it’s not?”

“I just… feel like I can’t get better at writing at all. I just want to… be able to better express how I feel about myself, about you, about the world around me… but words are just so… out of reach.”

“But I think you’re an amazing writer, (y/n)-cchi. I always adore your letters, and the teachers love your essays,” Kise said.

“I think your basketball skills are jaw-dropping, and all the coaches praise you, Hell, you’re known as one of the Generation of Miracles. But even so, when you can’t improve yourself, don’t you get frustrated?”

At your words, Kise crossed his arms with a pout as he averts your eyes. “Yeah, well… I guess when you put it like that…”

“What are you being so shy for?” you cocked an eyebrow at him.

“(y/n)-cchi, you complimented my basketball skills!”

“But I always do in my letters.”

“Yeah, on paper! This is the first time I heard you say it out loud!”

His ridiculousness never ceased to make you laugh, and at the sound of your fit of giggles, Kise moves his head back to you as he lets out a few chuckles of his own. “You finally smiled.”

“Ah? Well, you always seem to know how to cheer me up,” you smiled, but almost just as quickly, you resignedly sighed again at your current predicament.

In response, Kise stands up and deftly picks your figure up before settling you on his lap on the bed. You were face to face with him, and you placed your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. His face grows serious again.

“I know cheap words won’t mean anything, but believe me when I say that I really do love everything about you,” he softly said. He brushes your stray hair away from your face. “... from the way you brush your hair from your face when you’re deep in thought.” He smooths out the wrinkle from your brows with the pad of his thumb. “... the way you furrow your brows when you read something challenging.” He moves to hover his thumb against the plush of your lips. “... the way you bite your lips or chew on your pencils whenever you’re concentrating.” He gently encases your rough hands in his own. “... and I especially love the way your hands flurry across the paper when you’re inspired.” He kisses your hands. “From your hands, I get letters that always make my day, (y/n)-cchi.”

“I know that this slump won’t be easy to overcome, but I’ll always be here to support you. You can always lean on me if things become too much, and I will always try to help you in any way if you ask. It’s never a burden for me and never will be. You always make me happy, so… I want to make you happy, too.”

You sat there, silently digesting his every word. His words struck a chord in your heart, and before you knew it, the ever-so familiar tears streaked down your cheeks.

“Wh-What’s wrong, (y/n)-cchi?! Did I say something that hurt you?! (y/n)-cchi, oi—!”

“A-ah, well,” you said, wiping the runny tears from your face. “You just made me very happy, Ryōta.”

“W-well don’t scare me like that! Aren’t you not supposed to cry when you’re happy?!”

———

It was another typical morning at Kaijo, but Kise’s mind was filled with thoughts of you. Were you feeling better? Are you okay? Were you pushing yourself too hard again? That was something he’ll see for himself when he’ll meet with you during break.

As he opens his locker to change his shoes, he mindlessly sifts through a plethora of fanmail and letters, until he sees a very familiar penmanship.

The letter was yours.

But you always send your letters before he opens the lockers again after school. That has always been your routine. Kise holds your letter like it was his lifeline and safeguards it in the inner pocket of his uniform blazer, and he manages to escape the clutches of Kasamatsu when he runs to a secluded corner of the courtyard to open your letter in childish anticipation.

Dearest Ryōta,

With nothing to do except to wait for school to start soon to see you again, I curiously peer out the window from the room, tapping my hands on the cool table, now that the sun was rising. It was breezy, windy enough to gently tousle a few flyaway strands of my hair. I remember constantly staring at the neighborhood, the familiar trees, the familiar streetlights, but now, they emanate a different feeling when I looked out this morning.

The sunrise, usually being a stale, flat orange, was now bursting with colors ever since I locked eyes with you last night, and it made the outstretched view I experienced from the room suddenly… bigger. I still remember how you made me feel much smaller, more vulnerable in just a matter of minutes of staring into your golden eyes. The sky became a giant bruised mango of various vivid reds, oranges, yellows, and purples, and it casted all of its glow onto everything below them. It made everything so surreal, like a painting, and I couldn’t fathom to see that even such a previously dismal place could have the potential to even look ethereal with just the effect of your words.

The sight truly reminded me of you, you who outshines everyone in my vision. You’re the one who truly captures my gaze.

I hope today, and the next few days, the next few months, and the next few years, will shower you in everlasting warmth. I hope I can become that source of warmth for you for a long time, just as you have for me.

In truth, I think your words have truly moved me so much that I’ve been inspired once again. I will continue to be relying on you, and I hope you can rely on me, too.

Thank you.

I love you.

(y/n).

….

Bonus: Kise was on cloud-nine throughout the entire day, including during practice after school. Not even Kasamatsu’s kicks snapped him back to reality.

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