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#kise ryouta fluff
bytez4life · 1 year
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Aomine, Kise, and Murasakibara god they are just amazing but you know whats even more amazing about them when they refuse to admit they're a little spoon/sub its adorable and i love them so much omg
aomine, kise + murasakibara
tw; none
a/n; OH WOW YES </3 GREAT IDEA ANON + u didn't specify pronouns so i used gn, hope ur ok with that!
(+ i didn't want to include the sub part in this request, you can submit another one asking that if you want!)
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aomine
- oh my god this one is the most stubborn one
- he 100% tries to put up the "im an alpha male >:(" front
- *gags internally*
- he finds comfort in your hugs, and he's yet to find out about your cuddles
- anyways, this man loves naps way too much
- (probably stayed up all night beating his me-)
- invites you over one day thinking you guys could just chill
- so how did he get into this situation?
~
"y/n, why are you like this?"
aomine grumbled, face tucked into your chest. he had mentioned once, only once, and now he was on his bed forced into this too-comfortable position.
"mm, you mentioned wanting to take a nap, so that's what we're doing."
"arg, yeah, but why are you the one holding me?!"
"because i can."
aomine let out a frustrated grunt, attempting to push himself up. he was soon pulled back down when you hooked an arm around his neck, making him lose his balance.
"stop whining like a baby, you're making the bed cold!"
accepting his fate, he allowed you to wrap your arms around him. despite his constant whining, both of you knew deep down he wanted this.
he's a tsundere, but he's your tsundere.
kise
- this mf would be too energetic man
- he's so talkative you'd probably have to tape his mouth shut to have a full night of sleep
- well i headcanon as someone who had to be that manly person because of his fangirls
- (yeah ik he hates them but who doesn't like praise + attention?)
- and he wants to impress you and keep you happy
- so one day after he got hit particularly hard by kasamatsu
- he came crying to you, so you did the only thing that made sense
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"come here kise, why are you just standing there? didn't you say you wanted to cuddle?"
he looked at your expression for any sign of trickery, yes he did want to cuddle you but were you sure you wanted to hold him?
"like that? don't you want me to- AAAH!"
tired of his rambling, you had promptly picked him up and thrown him on the bed, flopping next to him. before he could protest, you wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his neck.
"shut up already, just relax alright? i don't know whats going on in that pretty brain of yours, but you can let it go for now."
oh yeah, he's definitely getting you flowers tomorrow.
~
murasakibara
- dude, the least concerned about what position he's in
- he just wants snacks and sweet candy
- unfortunately, that constant snacking finally caught up to him
- when his mom texted you if you would take your big baby of a boyfriend to get some cavities removed
- 😀⁉️
- you agreed nonetheless
- waiting outside of the room was a little stressful
- very funny when he finally came out, a sleepy giant of a man just allowing you to pull him along to the car
- when you got home you made him change the cotton pads in his mouth and rinse his mouth
- unbeknownst to you, you were about to deal with THE biggest baby in the world
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"but y/n-chin i want candy!"
"atsushi, no. the dentist said you could only eat solid food in 24 hours, which includes candy." you scolded, trying your hardest to push him back into your shared room. surprisingly, he was compliant when he was under anesthesia, allowing you to guide him to the large bed.
he sat on the edge while watching you with dazed eyes as you rushed around trying to get him prepared for bed.
"y/n-chin looks pretty."
that definitely threw you for a loop, choking on air as you fumbled with the clothes in your arms,
"uh, thank you you do too. now, lift your arms so i can change your clothes."
after you finished the tiring task, you flopped on the bed with a sigh ready to take a nap. you soon felt a hand grip your waist, and before you could look up murasakibara had already placed his head on your stomach and fell fast asleep.
--
"i did not do that."
"you totally did."
murasakibara narrowed his eyes at your form, reluctantly sipping on a smoothie you made him.
"i did not, you're making it up."
"then explain this."
you whipped out your phone, holding it up with a satisfied smirk. there on the screen was the purple-haired giant snuggled up on your midsection as you held him in your arms.
"why did you take pictures?"
"atsushi stop dodging the obvious and admit that you did do it."
"no."
"well i guess you arent getting any snacks from me-"
"im sorry."
"that's better."
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A Girl on A Boy's BasketBall Team
Chapter 1: A Meeting With Red & Blue
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E/n- Enemy Name
"There's nothing wrong with wanting to be the best right?"
"If anything it's in our genetic coding as humans."
"Strive for the best and you'll become the best."
Bright florescent gym lights that leave you partially blind, obnoxious tennis shoes squealing and squeaking as they slide and glide across the freshly waxed floor, the smell of sweat and B.O from teenage girls that desperately try to forget it exists by drowning it with overly flowery perfume and wayyy to minty gum, the crash of the rim as another basket is made scoring 2 more points, it's all so tantalizing.
So why? Why am I currently being yelled at by my coach, as my "teammates" whisper and jeer at me in the corner of the gym? Those sluts, with their toothpaste ad smiles and their gold flaked nails I'll show them who to laugh at when I dunk on their asses. They aren't even fucking good at the game, they only play for attention, to scared to break a nail or even to much of a sweat.
"This is the 3rd backboard your daughter has broken in a month." Your coach grumbles bitterly, fidgeting her foot up and down on the maple floor planks "The school really can't afford to keep replacing these monthly. 
"Can't we jus' send a check to the school to replace the backboards." Your mother suggests boredly, as she pulls out a spare checkbook from her pocket scribbling numbers and scrolling through her phone simultaneously.
"Well it's not only that... your daughter she's an awful team player, she refuses to pass the ball to anyone else, all her teammates feel neglected on the court" Your coach backs away, her eyes longing yet, hesitantly rejecting the check your mother is waving towards her in her hand."But their winning right." Your father queries, cutting your coach's complaints short. "My princess's team is bringin' home the gold every time." Your dad rubs the top of your head playfully smushing your hair in the process as you whine and stomp for him to quit it. He obliges to your request of course, but not smacking you lightly on the back of your neck causing you to jump away from him.
"How many points did you score in practice today hunnie." Your mom scribbles more numbers on the checkbook paper after examining it again. "38 points mum." You fiddle with the hem of your jersey shirt nervously already knowing what to expect.
Your mother gives you "the glance" and clicks her teeth, not in disappointment you've come to understand, but more so in encouragement. "You can do better than that hunnie."
"Your mother is right princess, we need at least 50 points per session practice or not." Your father hands you 38 dollars from his brown leather wallet tucked away in his back pocket, to which you gladly accept. "Yeah I know, but it ain't my fault Coach, wouldn' let me play at all." You point your finger and blame accusingly at your Coach, who's face has begun to morph into annoyance from being ignored and spoken over.
"No excuses hunnie." Your mother places phone down and digs her free hand into her purse to hand you 38 dollars as well. "Fine..." You place the two sets of money in your wallet and groan slipping it into your sports bra. "Moving on ladies."
Your father breaks the tension in the area with his signature grin. "My princess will see you tomorrow right at practice right Coach." Your father gives the woman an even toothier grin along with a smooth chuckle, causing your "teammates" to swoon in unison, as he takes the check from his wife. "We'll jus' drop this off at the front desk and take our leave."
 "Coach did you tell 'em yet."
"The team is ready to start practice again." A snobbish voice is heard from behind your Coach. She averts her eyes nervously and rubs her hands together. "I'm letting them know right now E/n."
 "Oh, hi Mr. and Mrs. L/N." A girl with long silver hair tied in a high ponytail with a black ribbon strides over to your Coach standing beside her confidently. Her hands were placed sassily on her waist, hiding a mischievous smirk. She shoots daggers through her eyes at you for a moment as you both make eye contact, and quickly turns to smile sweetly at your Coach and parents. "Well hurry, we're all ready to finish the quarter." 
"Let us know what?" Your mother questions, as you hand your schoolbag over to your father, who willingly takes it. Your coach clears her throat awkwardly, the whole room becoming deathly quiet. Slowly, you rummage through your mother's handbag for a stick of gum, placing the wrapper back into her bag.
She gives you another "glance" this time more fed up, and snaps her fingers rapidly. "What were you lettin' us know Coach." Your mother slides a pair of encrusted shades onto her face.
"We have places to be, my daughter needs a new pair of sneakers for next week's game and has a photoshoot in a few hours."
"Your daughter's off the team." Your coach says bluntly, as you hear E/n and the entire team snicker. "What the hell are you sayin' Coach." The dribbling of a basketball in your hand starts, as you raise an eyebrow at your coach waiting on a response. "All of your teammates think your a selfish player Y/N, and I'd rather lose one player rather than the whole team."
"So until you can prove that your ready to treat this team and I with some respect and sportsmanship you're off the team."
"Tch, really Coach is that how it is." "You're gonna' get rid of your most valuable player." The ball your dribbling rolls away from you, and E/n snatches it, spinning it around on her pointer finger, a fake sense of disappointment that you can detect from a mile away radiating from her voice.
"Maybe you shouldn't have been so selfish angel~." You ball your fists in pure anger, hissing your teeth loudly. "Don't call me that you skank." Your father rests a hand on your shoulder "Calm down princess."
"But father I-" Your sentence is cut short. "Let it be, if your off the team, it's final." Your mothers says bluntly, as a lump forms in your throat and you excuse yourself outside. You swing the gym doors open, ignoring the cruel headache inducing laughs of your teammates.
And in a fit of rage you punch a wall over and over, the jagged surface bruising your knuckles. "It's not fair." "Not fair." "Not fair." Not fair." You mumble repeatedly, turning around and leaning against the wall you had just finished assaulting.
You slump down onto the floor and bury your head in your arms. "Why do it matter, if I'm a team player or not." "They shoulda been grateful I was on they shitty ass team anyway." "That stupid skank E/n, has nothing better to do obviously." You hear the crunching of gravel as footsteps approach you and quickly you assume them to be your parents, but blinded by anger, you don't look up from your self-pity.
Two presences tower over you as you sit huddled in a ball, rudely snap at the figures. "What the hell do y'all want, I don't need no lecture or nothin'" "It's obvious yall didn't mind lettin' me get kicked of the team so go away."
"You've got the wrong people." A voice scoffs. Even more annoyed, you look up to see a tall and muscular red-headed man? His aura is quite intimidating as he looks down at you. "I'm not supposed to talk to older men." You bury your head in your arms once again.
"What the hell!" "I'm a teenage boy, do you not see the uniform." He grabs your hand and places it on his school uniform. "Whateva.. and tell your friend to stop standin' behind me like a weirdo." You pull your hand away and pick yourself up off the ground and turn around to see a pale boy with light blue hair.
"You noticed I was behind you." The blue-haired boy speaks quietly, his straight face matching his tone of voice. "Of course I did, you ain't Casper the ghost or sum shit." You look at him confused "I think I'm jus' gonna go, yo crazy asses."
"Before you do, why were you crying and punching that wall." The blue haired boy asks you. Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, realizing that they saw your tantrum a few minutes ago. "Can we go know, I'm starving." The red haired "boy" grumbles obviously bored, as the blue haired questions you.
"In a second." The soft voice protests, waiting for your response. "I don't tell strangers my personal life." You raise an eyebrow suspiciously. "Well my name is Tetsuya Kuroko and that over there is Taiga Kagami, we're both middle schoolers from Seirin High."
"Dude don't tell random chicks my name." The red boys yells at him, as you look at him a bit skeptically, squinting your eyes. "You sure his ass is in highschool, blink twice if you need help." Kuroko cracks a soft grin.
"No, no he's a teenager." Kuroko reassures softly, causing you to sigh softly as you sit back in the ground where you were previously. "That's good, thought the old man was gonna kidnap me or something." Kagami yells at you again, as he rants about how he's not an old man. 
All you do is grin at him, until he gets bored and rolls his eyes ready to walk away. "Whatever, Kuroko let's go I'm starving." Kuroko nods and hold his hand out towards you. "You wanna join you look like you could use it."
A little stunned by his kindness your cheeks flush as you shrug "Why not, what's the harm in it."  As you grab his soft hands and follow the red and blue haired duo along, Kagami insists that Kuroko shouldn't have brought you along and that's he not an old man.
You can't help it, their chaotic energy is contagious so much so that you grin the whole walk.
So if anyone's to blame it should be these two.
Nobody should have let you meet red and blue.
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ushiko · 8 months
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the sweet to my sour | kise ryouta
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kise ryouta x fem!reader
summary: the five times kise and the reader met and four times were a failure but the last one might be a success
word count: 3.5k+
warnings: the reader is a little mean and sarcastic so it might come off a little weird; language and kise being a player
a/n: first thing ive written in a while so please be nice
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TRY NUMBER ONE: JAWBREAKER
the watermelon jawbreaker in your mouth was sweet but had the sting of sourness to it as you continued to chew on the hard piece in your mouth. it distracted you from the noisiness of the hallway surrounding you. It appeared that there was a new rumor going around about the same blonde basketball player that had a new rumor going around every week about him.
kise ryouta.
the blonde bombshell that has taken over the school since he started here not even a few weeks ago.
it wasn't a rare sight to see him surrounded by multiple girls begging for his attention or his teammates bugging him about practice or the next game. it was interesting to watch from a distance but you never wanted to get yourself involved with someone as popular as him. you just wanted to keep to your small circle and get through this school year without being noticed.
that image was destroyed all in one day.
you were passing onto your second period minding your own business about to push a jawbreaker into your mouth as it was the only thing to bring you some energy. when the thunderous footsteps of multiple people pierced your ears as you watch a swarm of girls running through the hall with the familiar blonde in front. it was inevitable what was about to occur. the weight of a 6ft basketball player hit your body which caused you both to hit the floor as the group stopped to stare down at the scene below them. the blonde lay on top of you with your head lying nicely on the floor you were sure to find a bruise back there later but you were more concerned with your inability to breathe.
" could you get off of me, please? i can't breathe," you whisper as you push on his shoulders.
he gasps and laid his eyes on yours, " oh i'm sorry! didn't mean to crash into you."
he stands up quickly with a hand reached out to help you which you subtly reject as you lift yourself from the floor. You glare at the girls surrounding you with a similar glare directed toward you. it wasn't your fault he fell on you, it was really their own fault.
" i'm really sorry about all of this. though most wouldn't mind the situation you were in just now," he cheekily says as the girls giggle around him.
a slight groan leaves your lips as a grimace settles on your lips. shrugging up your bag you decided its best to leave the situation before you lose your mind.
"wait, is there anything i can do to make it up to you?" he yells behind you as you had already turned the corner to your next class.
the best thing he can do is to leave you alone but ultimately god is not working in your favor as the next time you see him it is even worse.
TRY NUMBER TWO: WARHEADS
the green apple warhead felt tingly on your tongue as you made your way towards your locker and to hopefully leave the hell they call the school. only except the real hell was at my locker leaning against it with a petite girl standing next to him. he probably didn't even realize that he was leaning right on top of your locker instead was more focused on the words leaving his lips to the girl giggling below him. you groaned and continued chewing on the warhead as you slowly take steps toward the depths of hell. the sounds of their fake laughter filled your head with a horrible sound as you stood before them.
"can you move from my locker please?" you bluntly ask as they appeared oblivious to the people around them.
both their heads slowly turn towards you with small frowns on both their faces. the girl shoots you a glare as you stood before them as a minute pass by since you asked them to move.
"you guys are on my locker, can you please move?" you explain and they both stare at you like a deer in headlights. they both finally come to their senses and decided to move out of the way for you to move in the middle.
as you begin to put in your combination, you feel the piercing stare of blue eyes in the side of your left head and the fiery glare of another on your right side.
"aren't you the girl i accidentally fell into the other day in the hall?" kise asks.
you glance briefly at him as you switch out your books, " yes, that was me. thanks for the bump on the back of my head by the way. feels great. "
he chuckles," sorry about that. i can't control the crowd sometimes but you were standing right in the middle of the hallway."
you scoff, " yeah right. you have all the control in the world over that group you just decide not to. and i wasn't standing in the middle of the hallway i was walking to class and you ran into me. now if you excuse i'm going home to get away from whatever love fest is going on here."
with your final words, you slam your locker shut and lay your eyes on him with a lasting smirk. he stands with his arms crossed leaning on the locker beside mine with an eyebrow raised and a glimmer in his eyes. with a fluttering glance, you walk away feeling the same eyes on the back on your head though this time the blue eyes feel softer than before.
TRY NUMBER THREE: SOUR SKITTLES
the next few weeks were painful to say the least. it seemed that kise believed you and him were friends or even acquaintances. he would follow you around aimlessly talking your head off about something that you didn't have a single clue about. today he was rambling about the captain of his team berating him all practice yesterday. according to him, the supposed ' awful, terrible and mean' captain had no reason his behavior towards kise.
"i would have to greatly disagree," you mumble to yourself as you walk towards your next class with the rambling blonde beside you.
"what was that?" he instantly stops mid-sentence as he snaps towards you.
you shrug your shoulders and chuckle," its nothing. don't you have a class to get to?"
he laughs and almost skips down the hall with you ," i do but i rather walk with you!"
"why?" the question flies out of your mouth without really any thought or moment to catch yourself.
he is silent for a moment and appeared to be deep in thought as you watch his long eyelashes flutter on his high cheekbones.
"i don't really know to be honest. its nice to talk to someone who is will actually listen to me instead of just trying to hit on me."
your heart pumped a little harder as you listen to sincerity in his voice and watch as a small patch of pink runs up his cheeks. his eyes shift around the hall as he avoids eye contact with you.
"well, thank you for telling me, kise. never thought about it that way. "
his eyes finally meet yours even though you two were still walking to class with others having to move out of the way to avoid the potential collision. a zap traveled down your spine as his bright smile was directed towards you and the patches of his cheeks reach the corner of his eyes. this moment was imprinted into your mind from that day forward. time passed by with you and kise getting closer and closer each day till the rumors began.
everyone assumed they knew your relationship but it was anything from the truth. some people thought kise was just talking to you just to get in your pants and some people thought it was the other way around. the lines were blurred between you and kise at times when there were small moments when you even questioned what you and kise had. till one day the question was answered.
it was a late afternoon and kise asked if you could grab him a snack from the vending machine before his practice since he was running late and was starving. he practically begged you since you really wanted to avoid his team and the smell of them too.
walking towards the gym doors with a sweet snack in one and your sour skittles in the other, you slowly open the door to hear kise's teammates berating him.
"c'mon just tell us! everyone wants to know !"
"guys! its really not like that!"
"i doubt that. you haven't even thought about it? do you even like her? "
there was anxious silence as you felt your heart almost race waiting for his answer. he lets out his lazy smile and shot a basketball into the hoop.
"i've never thought about her that way. she's just a friend. that is all she ever will be."
if your heart was made of glass, you would have heard it shatter onto the floor. the unexpected pain wrenched the heart in your chest. you weren't supposed to fall for him but it was hard not to when he made it seem that he was only vulnerable to you. through your thoughts, you didn't realize your hand had let go of the handle making the gym door slam behind you. the loud slam of the door made all the heads in the gym snap toward you. the silence was defining as kise gasped and whispered your name.
"uh, i got you your snack. i'll just leave it on your bag," you squeak out as the ball in your throat made it hard to talk. you throw the snack on top of his bag and run quickly out the door.
you hear the sounds of your name behind you from the sweet voice that told you secrets no one else knew and told him your own. sour skittles run down the side of the bag as your drop it on the ground with the rain coming down from your eyes.
TRY NUMBER FOUR: SOUR PATCH KIDS
the silent treatment. usually works every time if you are dealing with an average person. but you are not dealing with an average person. you are instead dealing with a blond dumbass who doesn't understand the silent treatment. he has been bugging you since that day in the gym but you have been avoiding him and ignoring every advance or conversation he tried to start.
it was more to protect yourself as you let yourself get hurt by him before and you didn't want to go through it again. it wasn't even supposed to end up this way. how did you even get here? was it is the low conversations you two would have while studying or talking about things that neither of you would admit or talk about with others? you don't know when the feelings started or when they bloom into deadly flowers in your heart but you needed to rip them out from the root.
it had been a week since the incident and every day kise would follow you down the hall till either you ignored him enough that he would stop or you would glare at him hard enough that he would stop in his tracks. today you had hoped that he wouldn't try again to talk to you as you were already in a bad mood and didn't want it to lead to something where you would regret the words that would come out of your mouth. but it was already too late as soon as you turned the corner there he was waiting for you. you rolled your eyes and strolled past him as he groaned and followed right after you.
" (y/n), please talk to me. i can explain everything, okay?" kise begged as his voice went in one ear and out the other.
the built of anger from this morning and the instances whines behind you were only going to lead to disaster.
"kise, please, stop. i'll talk to you when i'm ready, " you lowly say to him as you hope that would stop him but it did the opposite.
instead he continued on his ramble of why he answered the way he did but the buzz in your head blocked out his voice.
"kise!" you finally yell out drawing in everyone's attention.
you both stop in the middle of the hall as he snaps his mouth up like a snapping turtle.
" just stop! i'm not listening to you anymore. please just stop! leave me alone, i beg of you," you whisper the final words as you watch his blue eyes water slightly before he huffs and stomps away.
this time you watch his back walk away with your eyes burning into the back of his head.
it was another two weeks before you heard anything from kise as he now actively avoided you but now you felt horrible about the way you handled the situation. you didn't want to lash out at him like that and let the frustration of that morning get the best of him. you couldn't build the courage to confront him face to face as every time you two made eye contact he would turn the opposite way. your chest turned as you watch his eyes soften towards you then quickly move away and turn his back to you.
late one afternoon after an intense math tutoring session that used to be attended by you and kise had ended, you went to your locker and head home when you noticed a particular candy sitting in the corner of your locker.
a pack of sour patch kids.
you don't remember purchasing these and only one person knew your combination.
kise ryouta.
there was a small pink note sitting on the front of the pack, ' i miss you :( meet me behind the gym after practice?'
a small smile crosses your cheeks as you take the note and press it to the side of your locker and take the candy with you, slamming your locker shut. with quickness in your heart and a sonic speed in your steps, you make your way to the gym to hopefully sweeten the sourness in your mouth.
TRY NUMBER FIVE: STARBURSTS
turns out you turned up to early for the end of practice since it wasn't going to end for another hour and a half but you didn't mind as you got to see what kise does best. he had begged you for months to come to his games but you simply refused as because of the fangirls you would have to deal with and the crowd was always too loud. but in this little gym with just you sitting on the bench watching him felt perfect. you really got to see him at his element without the lights and the crowd distracting you from the sight in front of you.
there was sweat running down his face and neck which caused him at some points to bring his jersey up to wipe his face. his eyes would meet yours every time causing a smirk to pass his lips as he watched your face turn away with a shy look in your eyes and with a blush painting your cheeks and ears.
in the final ten minutes of practice, kise runs up the bleachers towards you with a large smile on his face. he stops in front of you and you didn't think his buttery caramel eyes could get brighter but under the gym lights and the sweat dripping down his temple, they beat any pretty flower you’ve ever seen.
" meet me out front and i'll walk you home?" he whispers as your eyes shift behind his head to see his teammates smirking and looking at you both.
a tender finger under your chin turns you back to his soft caramel eyes and the blonde in front of you, " don't worry about them, okay? they are idiots. so, meet you outside?"
you shyly nod and watch as his smile get impossibly wider," good."
with those final words, he bounds back down the bleachers with a skip in his step almost making his trip on the final step. a giggle slips past your lips which makes his head turns toward you with a shimmer in his eyes and his smile reaching his eyes.
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" i am really glad you came. i was positive you weren't going to show up," he says as you walk side by side down the path towards your home.
" well i can't resist a good bag of sour patch kids," you sarcastically joke, " but i am glad i came too. i wanted to apologize for what i said."
" that morning i had a lot going on and i let my anger out on you and i am sorry that i did that. i should have calmly told you that i needed some time to think about everything instead of yelling and ignoring you. so im sorry kise."
you finish your ramble as you watch his face contort into a small smile and a little nod of his head.
"thank you and i forgive you. i was never mad at you for what you did. was i hurt? sure but i knew that you didn't do it on purpose. i am also sorry that i didn't respect your space and give you time after what happened. i shouldn't have been so pushy so i am also sorry for my actions."
a smile spreads across your cheeks, " i forgive you kise. i do have to ask though just so i can get it off my chest. did you really mean what you said to them that day in the gym?"
without hesitation, " no."
the rapid response caught you by surprise as you quickly look up at kise with the most serious look you had ever seen on him.
"then why did you say it?"
"because i am stupid and at the time i couldn't tell them what i really felt when i didn't even know myself how i felt. i knew i liked you but i didn't realize how deeply until you already heard what i said. i like you a lot and i genuinely care for you. i want to be more than friends with you, (y/n). those are my true feelings."
your chest felt tight as your heart was pumping at an accelerated rate. you swallow the lump in your throat and stop the both of you before you made the corner to your street.
you grab his calloused hands and squeeze lightly as you stare into his starry, caramel eyes that beat even the hottest and sunniest day of the year. his eyes were filled with contentment and warmth as he stared back down at you.
" i like you too, kise. i don't know when i did but I've never felt this way about anyone before and i don't want to with anyone else. there is no one else i would want to share my secret stash of candy with or tell all my secrets to. those are my true feelings."
he chuckles," i feel honored to be the only one to have access to your candy stash."
"you should. it is very exclusive."
"good and there needs to be no other exceptions," he whispers above your lips as his face lays a breath away from yours.
" there won't be," you whisper back.
he lets a small smile before lightly laying his lips on yours in a sweet kiss that felt like a feather laying on your skin. his lips and hands move slowly on you as he lands his hands on your cheeks. your lips move in sync and slowly with his as you enjoy the small moment between you in the bright sun and cloudless sky.
he moves back lightly with his hands still laying on your cheeks. he smiles as he enjoys the sight of your cheeks squished together under his hands making him want to kiss every inch of skin he can find on your face.
"kise?"
his name draws him out of his fantasy as he sees you looking at him with your bright, warm eyes and the most adorable pout on your lips.
"yes love?"
a blush crosses your face at his pet name which brings a wider smile to his lips and his heart jumps at the sight.
" can we go get some starbursts? you stole all of them last time."
he chuckles and presses a small peck on your lips and then takes your hand.
" of course. i'll buy you any candy you want, sweetie."
" even the sour stuff you hate?"
"yes, i will. why wouldn't i ?"
he would give you everything you wanted even if it was sour and he hated it but you knew that you loved it and that is all that mattered to him just to see that sweet on your lips.
it was the sweetest thing he had ever seen and was his new favorite sweet.
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a/n: ahhhhhhhh i finally finsihed a fic i could cry
✿ ushiko inc. all rights reserved. do not copy, steal, repost on any social media, or plagiarize
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teamatsumu · 8 months
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masterlist - kuroko no basket
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・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚ last updated -> 17-08-2023
・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚ characters i write for -> here
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MURASAKIBARA ATSUSHI:
⦿ ROUGH ➡ smut, nsfw, swearing, established relationship
⦿ TINY ➡ smut, size kink, swearing, established relationship
KISE RYOTA:
⦿ HIS ➡ fluff, mild angst, early relationship, slightly suggestive
ALL:
⦿ Reacting to you wearing their jersey
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peachonified · 19 days
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Gift Fic for pinkheichou: AoKise
This is my exchange gift for @pinkheichou! I was delighted to write you some AoKise, and while I didn't quite manage your specific prompts, I felt like you vibed with "idiots to lovers" and so I hope you enjoy this small offering!
Title: I like you, stupid
Rating: T
Characters & ships: AoKise, Kise Ryouta, Aomine Daiki, Kasamatsu Yukio, GoM, Kaijo
Tags/Warnings Fluff, Idiots to Lovers, Kise centric, First Kiss
Word count: 2240
Summary: Kuroko broke the curse when Seiren won the winter cup. Right? Right?? So, if the curse was broken, why was Aomine being so weird?!
Read on AO3
Thank you to @knbexchange for running this event!
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queen-quintonz · 1 year
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Generation of Miracle stills from the new anniversary PV😭😭😭
I MISSED OUR BOYS SO MUCH😭😭😭
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svfttachi · 8 months
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Hello!! I recently just got into Kuroko no basket so I would like to put in a request😄. Can I get a Kise x stoic reader who is a new student at Kaijou. I hope I'm doing this right😅 but anyways I hope you have a nice day and thank you💜💜
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wc — 2.0k
type — kise ryouta x gn!reader
tw — n/a
✎ this request was so cute like... i couldn't stop writing and went a little overboard. i hope you enjoy it, and i appreciate everybody's patience with me as i deal with life and personal things behind the scenes.
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𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗟𝗬 𝗢𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘.
Small things that should generate some kind of response or emotion never came upon your own face. With a rough childhood full of distrust, absentee parents, and inability to form lasting and meaningful relationships, you naturally grew unfazed to whatever may come onto your path. In fact, you tread through life without the need to socialize with others or care enough to express your inner feelings. It just wasn’t important to go through things that only brought hardship onto yourself.
However, you never expected to have your whole perspective on life to be changed in one day at your new school.
Walking into the building was much like any other normal day for you except that you were immediately greeted by plenty of students, all of whom were upperclassmen happily celebrating the arrival of the fresh batch of underclassmen. You were bombarded by many smiling faces, colorful gifts, and even a couple of friendly hugs from the other students, yet none of that could change the bored expression on your face.
With your class schedule and locker assignment printed on the paper in your hand, you haphazardly made your way towards the hallway where your locker was supposed to be. However, upon arriving in the hallway, you found a couple of students in a group standing right where your locker should be. A composed manner in your step brought you closer to the group, and you signaled the one closest to you by poking his shoulder with your finger.
In an instant, the student turned around, forcing his yellowish-blonde hair to swish along with his turning head. His caramel, brown eyes were on full display along with a typical, smiley face.
Just as his mouth opened to ask a question, you started first, speaking in an annoyed tone, “You and your buddies are standing in front of my locker.”
The boy’s face immediately twisted into a confused expression, and his head turned to look over at his friends who all had a similar expression pressed on their faces.
“Well? Are you going to move, or not?” your patience growing thin within you as your eyebrows furrowed. The boy scratched the back of his head and nodded, speaking a little off guard, “Uh… yeah, sure. Let’s go someplace else guys.”
Your eyes watched everyone within the group make the space in front of your locker available, allowing you to walk up to it. Unbeknownst to you, pondering, caramel eyes captured your figure as you were shoving the copious amounts of enormous gifts into the small space of your locker.
Whispers inched towards the blonde haired boy’s ears, specifically about the strange way you didn’t go all insane when seeing their friend’s face like all the other students do. When it came to the attention he got in school, Kise Ryouta would fully indulge himself into it, going from taking pictures to signing his modeling magazines. There was never a time where he wasn’t the center of attention anywhere, yet today, the lack of attention from a student he’s never seen was enough to peak his curiosity.
“Kise, you coming?” one of his friends called out from down the hall. Pushing the thought to the back of his mind, Kise turned to nod in response, “Yeah, coming.”
He jogged a little to reach his friends and was quickly sucked into whatever the topic of the conversation was, all while reminiscing the brief moment between the two of you.
.・゜゜・
Apart from the dread that comes with school and doing work for you, the weather outside was perfect for a lovely lunch break spent outdoors. As soon as the bell signaling the beginning of the lunch period sounded, you rushed out of the hallway and towards the open, green area that rested along the side of the school where the gymnasiums were located. You found an unoccupied bench directly in front of one of the gymnasium doors and underneath the cover of the paved walkway towards it, and you sat down, crossing your leg over the other.
You pulled out your lunch from within your bag and immediately started to soothe the ache in your stomach from the amount of angry growling it has sounded throughout the day. The first bite into your self-made lunch was the most relaxing bite of food in a while, and you were glad that the weather also complied with this idea if yours.
Indulging in your food made you unaware of the side doors from where you came opening and closing, allowing a lonesome boy to come out. Kise ran a hand through his hair as he glanced out at the clearing where many people were sitting and enjoying their lunch. That’s when his caramel, brown eyes landed upon your figure. It wasn’t entirely clear that you were enjoying your food, but from the sight of your head bobbing up and down as if you were jamming to a song, Kise knew that you must be having something delicious for lunch.
The interaction that the two of you shared this morning made its way back into Kise’s mind. Your laid back, stoic expression was intriguing him by the minute, and it didn’t stop him from beginning to walk over to where you were seated.
At the sound of light footsteps, you glanced up from your lunch, allowing your eyes to land upon Kise’s form heading close to you.
“This bench is occupied,” you stated, stuffing another piece of your food in your mouth. The eye contact between the two of you was so strong that Kise felt a shiver run down his spine. Kise began to scratch the back of his head as the nerves were getting to him. “I–I can see that. Must be some good food you got there,” Kise responded.
As much as you were plain in facial expressions, you weren’t a heartless person. Without a doubt in your mind, you held your container up to Kise, forcing his eyes to crisscross due to how close it was to him. “You can try it if you’d like. I made it myself,” you offered.
“Are you sure?” Kise asked cautiously. It was as if he lost the ability to talk to people with how different you were acting towards him. “It’s up to you. I don’t mind it,” you said, still holding the container out in front of him.
Kise nodded and grabbed one of the rice balls inside. You lowered the container back down and grabbed a cracker from the container, but your eyes never left Kise as he tasted the rice ball you made from scratch. He covered his mouth with his hand as he chewed, a trick he learned to avoid unappealing paparazzi pictures. You watched his caramel eyes widen and look inside the rice ball to catch a glimpse of the filling.
“Wow, this is one of the best rice balls I’ve ever had,” Kise exclaimed, continuing to mutter wow as he ate.
For the first time in a long time, your chest ached a new, but pleasant, kind of ache as your heart fluttered. A fiery blush rose in color within your cheeks, and your face changed ever so slightly to adjust to the newfound emotion bubbling within you. It felt different to have some attention geared towards you, let alone a silly, little compliment about the deliciousness of your homemade food.
“I was tempted to say that this could be beat by this one place I go with my friends, but no, this one takes the cake,” Kise continued. To be honest, whatever he had said after the compliment he gave you went through one ear and out the other, but it still made you give the boy the lightest of smiles, one that no one has the right to see. “By the way, I never caught your name. I bet it’s as beautiful as this rice ball,” Kise said, lifting the food in his hand a little higher.
“I–It’s L/N Y/N,” you stuttered. Yes… stuttered because for some reason, the first boy you ever met at this new school was doing things to you that would have not cracked you one bit.
Your eyes caught a pretty smile from the blonde boy before he added, “I knew it was a pretty name. Kise Ryouta.”
Kise stuck his hand out in front of you, and it took a second for you to realize it’s there before you shook it.
“Do you mind if I take a seat next to you?” he asked after your hand left the softness of his. “Um… go ahead,” you mumbled, trying to recompose yourself after momentarily turning into a completely different person.
Kise shrugged his backpack off of his shoulders and dropped it onto the ground next to yours before taking a seat beside you. He happily sat there munching on his rice ball, yet it still made you feel warmer on the inside than when you first arrived at school.
“You know… my friend would absolutely love having these rice balls. He’s a big foodie like I’m talking about the fact that he snacks every second of every day,” Kise mentioned, looking over at you with a bright look on his face. Slowly, the light smile from before reappeared on your face as you spoke up, “Oh really? I’m a pretty big foodie myself, and nobody I know can beat me in those eating competitions.”
Kise held a hand up and furrowed his brows jokingly, “Please. My friend could beat you in an eating competition any day!”
You shook your head and continued to eat the remnants of your food left in the container. “We’ll have to see about that,” you mumbled.
Soon, the bell for the next class period rang, prompting you to pack up your lunch box into your backpack. As you stood up from your spot on the bench, Kise grabbed hold of both of your backpacks as you straightened your uniform. Kise held your backpack in front of you, and it felt so natural to take it from him yet the blush decided to peek in once again.
“It was nice meeting you, Kise. Thank you for sitting with me for lunch,” you said, waving at the boy before turning around to walk away.
Kise couldn’t contain the smile that was showing on his face. Not once did you ask about his professional life as a model, and it was like you genuinely didn’t know a single thing about him. If you were intriguing him before, he was definitely lovestruck now, especially since you make such delicious food.
Just as you were about to head into the main building for class, Kise quickly realized something small but meaningful if he wanted to keep this connection with you. He brought his backpack in front of him to dig through it in the hopes he’d find a paper and pen. With only a pen in his hand, Kise ran towards the door, shoving many people out of the way but not without muttering little apologies.
“Y/N-cchi!” Kise shouted from the doorway. His eyes locked onto your figure that was turning around at the mention of the strange pronunciation of your name.
Your own eyes watched Kise practically fall a couple of times as he was coming up to you. Once he arrived, he was barely out of breath, holding out the pen in his hand.
“Do you have a piece of paper I can borrow?” Kise questioned. You found it strange how he looked slightly disheveled over asking you for paper which of course you didn’t have.
“No, sorr– Wait, Kise!”
Kise wasted no time in yanking your hand towards himself. He clicked the pen in his hand and began to write in the palm of your hand, making you question his actions. With the masterpiece of sloppy handwriting stamped in the palm of your hand, Kise clicked the pen once more and curled your fingers over what he wrote.
“See you later, Y/N-cchi!”
With that, he left you confused in the middle of the hallway, and all you saw was his blonde hair leaving around a corner. You looked down at your wrist and uncurled your fingers to find a phone number along with a message.
rice balls for tomorrow, too pls?
And just like that, a light chuckle came out of your mouth as a result of the many happy thoughts circling your mind… all thanks to the smile on the blonde haired boy’s face.
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kodzukii · 2 years
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🗯 THE WIND KNOWS ME (BUT I WANNA KNOW YOU BETTER) ft. kise ryouta.
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SUMMARY !   in which kise ryouta hears the wind — but not when it comes to you.
PAIRING !   kise ryouta x gn!reader
GENRES ! fluff, romance
WARNINGS !  none!
TAGLIST ! @n0vad (send an ask to be added <33)
WORD COUNT !   670+
NOTE !  i’m a little amazed i actually wrote smth ngl 🤧🤧 anyways hi knb fandom this is my debut <33 ik y’all are dead rn but hopefully this gets a few people to rise from their graves a lil bit 💗 also if the tense is a bit weird ik sorry abt that i rarely write in present tense <//3
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kise ryouta hears the wind.
the ceaseless chatter and shuffling of his classmates continues around him. “hey, wanna be my partner?” floats around the room, receiving varied yes or no responses. kise sincerely hopes he may be able to dodge the question just a little bit longer. his gaze stays trained onto the half opened glass barrier next to his seat, giving him a view of the vast, azure sky outside. he sighs discontentedly, mechanical pencil spinning between his fingers. his weary pout deepens the more his fist indents his cheek. 
through his peripheral vision, kise sees a figure walk toward him. he inwardly groans, realising that the dreaded question is now floating towards him. what a shame. he may have jinxed himself this time. with the softest of sighs, he turns toward the figure and – oh crap, not her again. he plasters a smile onto his lips before his displeasure can show. 
“oh, kise-kun! i couldn’t help but notice you don’t have a partner yet! you look so all alone.”
her voice is so grating that kise can almost taste how disgustingly saccharine it was. her bright, glossy lips form into a pout as she says this, and kise muses that the overly cakey makeup on her skin does nothing to hide the rotten personality (and zits) underneath.
“ah… i spaced out while everyone was picking their partners. so it seems i’m the odd one out,” he says with a laugh, voice like honey.
“well, well. i seem to be all alone as well.” 
kise nearly gags at the seductive tone her voice had now taken. her lips seem more red now than ever as she leans in a bit, allowing kise to catch a whiff of her vanilla (artificial– and cheap, he notes) perfume. 
“oh, is that so?”
the wind becomes louder.
“soooo, we’re perfect – i mean, it’s perfect! silly me.”
he wishes the wind would drown out her laughs – it was like a broken violin grating against his eardrums.
“i suppose. but beauty is in the eye of the beholder, after all.”
and this beholder sees nothing beautiful in front of him.
“you’re right! always so insightful, kise-kun!”
kise thinks his laughs are starting to become out of tune, too.
“heh, of cour--”
“kise-kun? you dropped this in p.e.”
the wind suddenly begins to quieten.
“hey, we were–!”
“(l/n)cchi! i was wondering where that went. thank you so much for returning it.”
to him, the way you glowed was akin to that of an angel. this beholder was proven wrong today. and though he’s never believed in abstract concepts such as fate, today he finds himself thanking the lucky stars midorima seems to oh-so-adore.
“it’s alright. be more attentive of your things next time, okay?”
wow, he really wishes he could hear you lecture him more often. however, before he could do more than nod and say “okay”, you have already left, only a whisper of (and very much natural) scent left in your wake.
he watches you take your seat, scribbling notes in your workbook, likely something to do with the assignment. he thinks he hears the girl’s noisy calls for his name next to him, but his intent gaze stays trained onto your figure. the thoughtful hum that slips from your lips is music to his ears, and he can’t help but find your focused expression rather attractive. and… you’re alone? 
the wind is silent.
the chair scrapes from beneath him as he rises to his full height. with the girl forgotten behind him, he walks toward your desk in confident strides. he sees you look up when you sense his presence, and he sends you a smile as he closes the distance between you two. you smile back! wow, your smile is gorgeous. gemini must be on top of oha asa’s list today (maybe midorima is onto something with his belief in fate, kise thinks).
“hi again, kise-kun. do you need something?”
“yes, actually.”
kise ryouta hears the wind.
but never when it comes to you.
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dragonlingdreams · 1 year
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Dear @anobodysposts, I hope you like me gift to you for the @knbexchange! Happy Holidays!
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke | Kuroko's Basketball Relationship: Kasamatsu Yukio/Kise Ryouta Additional Tags: Public Display of Affection, Kissing, Holding Hands, Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Aged-Up Character(s)
Summary:
A walk in the park, Christmas lights, catching the sunset, and quality time with the boyfriend.
What was not to like?
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dira333 · 8 months
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Kasamatsu and Kise - another place, another time
repost from my AO3 30 days of writing Challenge
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It’s a different kind of promise and even though the part right after that, the two of them remember it. That when they met again, at another place, at another time, Kasamatsu will tell Kise what he admires about him.
It’s graduation day for the third years. Moriyama tries one last time to hit on his cute Kohais and Kasamatsu is in the gym, polishing his three-pointer skills. He doesn’t want to talk to his Kohais, or his classmates. There’s nothing to say, really. He just needs to pass a bit more time, because he promised Moriyama that they would go home together. Or rather Moriyama begged him because his parents aren’t home and he knows full well that Kasamatsu's mother has made a giant cake – with the help of his two younger brothers – and he wants a piece of it.
„Oi, you’re training now, senpai?“ He halts and groans inwardly. No, not Kise. Not now.
„You’ve got a problem with that?“ He turns around and is not even suprised to see the blonde smiling back. „Nah. I kind of knew it. And it’s pretty cool.“
„What?“ „That you train so much.“ The first year rubs his neck awkwardly. „I mean, it’s pretty boring, I guess, but I can’t help to admire you for it, being responsible and all that.“ Kasamatsu stares at him, not knowing if he should kick him for the insult or blush at the compliment. „Oi, say something senpai!“
„What do you want me to say, dumbass? You just insulted me!“ Yeah, getting angry is way better than blushing. „I didn’t! I told you, why I admire you! Isn’t that what a kohai should do on graduation day?“ „Who the heck told you that bullshit?“ Now it’s Kises turn to get angry. „My sisters did! And I thought I should do it know, because I will probably never get the chance again! And now it’s your turn to tell me, why you admire me! My sisters told me that’s how it works!“
Kasamatsu can only shake his head at that. „That’s bullshit.“
„But you do admire me, right?“ There’s a bit of insecurity in Kises voice that hits his captain hard. „Yeah… I guess. Kind of.“ „I knew it! For what! Tell me!“
„No! I won’t. I’m your senpai and your captain, you’re not in the position to ask for something!“
„Then…“, there’s a smug grin on Kises face all of a sudden, „Then you will tell me when we meet again. Because then we’re not Senpai and Kohai anymore and I can ask for it.“
„Yeah… okay…“
It’s a different kind of promise and even though the part right after that, the two of them remember it. That when they met again, at another place, at another time, Kasamatsu will tell Kise what he admires about him.
But they don’t meet. Yes, they hear about each other. Kise goes to every one of Kasamatsus matches he can attend and vice versa. Both of them are invited to every single wedding of their old team mates, but if one of them is in the country at the moment, the other is away. And somehow between it, they loose contact.
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Kasamatsu has always known that he will meet Kise again. Just because he hasn’t had the chance yet, he has a promise to fullfill and he knows he will meet him. But he had never thought it would happen this way.
„Hey… Yukio… isn’t that your old teammate.“ His wife hands over the morning paper and sure enough, there’s a picture of Kise, smiling with his Basketball team. „Yeah, why, what does the article say?“ He scans the title and gulps back the fear. Famous Basketball player in heavy car accident. He reads through the article so fast, he has to read it three times to make sure that there’s no word of Kise’s death. He’s made it out alive so far and there’s no notice about him being dead already. So he’s still alive.
Kasamatsu calls Moriyama, who calls the rest of the team until they have all the information that there is. Kise’s in the hospital, with several broken bones, different injuries and – and that’s the point where Kasamatsu feels his heart freeze in sympathy – an amputated leg. Kise will never play Basketball again.
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Kasamatsu hadn’t thought he would meet Kise like that. Lying in a hospital bed, looking weirdly small and broken with all the bruises and casts – and still smiling like a fool. „Senpai! You came!“ He tries to shout but it comes out in a cough. „Calm down, fool!“ He takes a seat next to his bed and stares at the place under the blanket where Kises lower leg should be. „Looks crazy, huh?“, the blonde asks as if it was nothing. Kasamatsu has the sharp reply already on his tongue when the door creeps open. „Honey, are you… oh, you have company.“ „No no, come in baby.“ A small woman with bright red hair steps in, a smiling little boy holding her hand. The little Kise look a like runs to his father immediately. „Daddy, daddy! I draw you a picture of me and mummy and you! I wanted to draw you without the leg but mummy said you’ll get a iron leg so I draw you with the iron leg. You look like iron man!“ Kise laughs and pats his sons head. „That’s great, Yukio. But you know who’s even cooler than iron man?“ „You daddy, of course!“ „Oh, thank you.“
Kasamatsu sits at the side, frozen in surprise. He wants to ask for the boys name again, but he’s afraid to speak up. He doesn’t have to, Kise turns around with a smile, pointing towards his former captain. „You now who that is, small bean?“ „Who daddy?“ „That’s the guy we named you after!“
The next second Yukio stands in front of Kasamatsu, looking at him with big green eyes he got from his mother. „You’re senpai! Can I have an autograph?“ His parents chuckle and Kasamatsu blushes. „Come Yukio, let them have a moment to talk, huh? We will go and buy some food.“ „But mummy!“ „Ah, Yukio…“, Kise calls out to his son, „I give you the mission to pick out the three tastiest sweets in the whole hospital shop. One for me, one for you and one for Senpai. Can you do that for me?“ „Of course, Captain Kise!“ The boy salutates and follows his mother, leaving the two men in silence. „You named him after me?“
Kise smiles. „Of course I did. Do you have a kid too?“ „Yes, a girl. She’s about Y-Yukio's age I think. Her name’s Miu.“ „Aww, a girl, how cute. Does she look like you? We need to get together so the kids can play.“ „That would be nice. Miu’s a bit shy. She doesn’t make friends easily.“ They sit in silence for a few more moments, before Kasamatsu talks up. „I need to tell you this now, or I never will. I … admire you… for your determination. That you always smile and can be happy, no matter what the circumstances are…. Even know.“ „Well… I learned from the best.“ Kise's voice is unusually quiet, a content, small smile on his face as he looks back at his former captain. „I had the best captain there is, senpai.“ „Don’t call me senpai anymore, you fool… call me… just call me Yukio, okay? We’re friends.“ „Yeah… friends.“
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colorseeingchick · 2 years
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kise and me, best friends. please? thank you!
"Oh my God, Kise. If you get us killed, I'll never forgive you."
"What are you talking about!! This is so fun, just relax a little." You wonder if you've made a grave mistake letting Kise take the wheel for a little on your best friend road trip, driving over to watch a game on the other side of the country.
At first the idea seemed really fun. And while you were driving, you and Kise had great conversation and were jamming out to music. But now that he's the one driving, you're a bit too nervous to be having that same fun right now, not with him going 90 mph on some country backroad.
"Kise, I swear-"
"Fine, fine, I'll slow it down, just for you~" As he slows down the car to a cool 50 (ie, the speed limit), you sigh and sink back into the seat.
"Hey, hey, you didn't actually think that I'd do anything dangerous, did you?"
You glance at him. "Boy, we were catching airtime in this car."
He giggles his bubbly giggle "Ok ok but- trust! Trust me. I've watched expert drivers drive, and you know I can just copy them, no problem. I promise, I'd never do anything to put ya in danger, mkay?"
You relax at his words. You sense they're genuine. "Alright. But after the next rest stop I'm driving again."
"Y/N-chi!!!"
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Miss Little Teaser ( Kise x Female! Basketball Player! OC) (Part one)
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This is a revenge for you, my buddy @mhynvxii for flustering me with my KNB crushes so You had to experience my pain too and this is also the karma for flustering me with my crush on Aomine and Akashi💀 💀 💀
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The sounds of chatters inside a basketball street in Tokyo are almost as loud as the sound of a bustling city where many people are hurrying to go to their workplace. Throughout the basketball field, many children and teenagers play together and have the best time of their life.
On the corner of the field, a girl sat down on the bench with an air pod inserted in her ears and listening to her favourite music. Sometimes, she would go to the basketball field to watch other people playing or playing basketball together with her friends and railing against each other while competing for who's the best basketball player.
Even though many people always stereotyped females are weaker than males or the stereotype that females cannot do sport, she has great strength and speed. Especially if she is against a stronger opponent, she could be one of the most unpredictable opponents as her moves were sudden and cannot be read by others like animal instinct skill.
As she was listening to her favourite music, the earphone suddenly got plugged off, "Oi, Vixie. Don't just sit here, play with us," it was her friend Erin.
The girl smiles teasingly, "Gracelynn, Lizzie, Thania and Kate are here. Play three on three with us," Erin offers.
"Yeah, sure" Vixie puts the earphones away before joining the play together with the rest of her friends.
Just like one of the Generation Miracles, her movement was fast as she keeps dodging Gracelynn and Kate who are almost as tall and fast as her. Running alongside her, Gracelynn tried to steal the girl's ball from her hand but Vixie was even faster than the short-haired girl by twisting her body around while her back was blocking the taller girl before she shoots it backward, shooting the ball to the hoop.
Vixie immediately cheers up, giving a high five to the honey-coloured eyed girl and the indigo haired girl. As the three of them work together to defeat their friend's team. Unknownbeast to her, a blond tall guy watched the scene from the beginning of the play. His yellow eyes keep gazing at the tallest player.
"Sugoi....." he whispered to himself.
"Who are you looking at?" Someone said, it was another player.
"Who's that girl...that tall girl with a long dark blue hair," Kise asked the person.
"Oh, that girl? Her name is Vixie, and she is one of the best female basketball players here. She always plays with her friends, she's very friendly and very competitive. No one ever could beat her in one versus one," the stranger explains.
As Kise listened to the stranger's explanation, there was a certain glint in his eyes as he watch all of her movements. Oh, indeed he is very interested in the girl. She was much more different than his fangirls whereas they were a proper girl who put on a mask as a facade that they are a perfect girl for him.
She was different, she didn't put any makeup on her face and the way she spoke. She was rather blunt, likes to rail her friends on purpose, teasing them endlessly, honest, a little bit mean but means well as he was listening to her teasing words when Gracelynn's teams loose from her team even though both team has their own shooting guard and power foward.
Without any second thought, the tall blonde generation of miracle players decides to go inside and watch the match even closer. His hand immediately catches the stray basketball when Elizabeth made a small mistake in her massing as she was going to give a pass to Vixie.
His model smile plastered across his face with eyes closed, "HOI!!! Can I play with one of you?!?" Kise exclaims happily.
"Sure, who do you want to play with?" Vixie steps up, crossing her arms. She did notice the fake smile but she didn't comment anything on it.
"Hmmm, what about you and me. One on one, I heard about you a lot," once he opens his eyes, the girl immediately noticed the challenging gaze in his eyes, which only excites her more.
"Sure, the loser has to buy the winner popsicle," The blue-haired female stole the ball from Kise's hands without him noticing her swift movement.
"Deal," he shoves his hands in front of her, giving her a handshake.
Sweats covered Kise and Vixie's whole bodies as both of their shirts were drenched, many people were betting Kise gonna win against the tall girl but some were betting that Vixie gonna win the basketball street. Dribbling the ball in his hands, Kise tries to go around Vixie but she was as fast as him as she blocks the ball before he could shot it to the hoop and smacks the ball against his hands.
Surprised, he tries to take the ball from her hand but she quickly moves to the side and runs away with the ball dribbled on the ground. Even if Kise can keep up with her speed, she was very tricky and her movements were also almost the same as one of the players in Generation of Miracles.
Before he could steal the ball from her hands, the girl quickly moves away and does the perfect shoot by leaning her back away a little bit. Kise eyes widened, it was like Aomine-chi's movement when he was against him. Smirking, he finds the girl even more endearing than before after knowing her skill.
"Woah, did you see the score? This is the first time that Vixie girl lose,"
"Yeah, though I already expect it. He's one of the players in Generation in Miracles," Another player commented.
"WAIT WHAT?!?! Damn, no wonder the game was really intense. It was like that Kaijou vs Touou tournament!" Another player said.
Taking a deep breath, Kise wipes his own sweat with his flimsy t-shirt as he walks up to the girl who had already gotten tired by the play, "Yo! New girl, uhh. What's your name? I have never seen a female who can play basketball as great as you." Kise greets.
"..The name's Vixie, I am the ace of 'The Bandits' and those girls are my best friends." Vixie points out the other five people who are either lazying around and waiting for her or chatting.
"I see. Do you have any free time like tomorrow? I wanna play with you again after modelling," Kise innocently states but Vixie knows that the male in front of her wants to challenge her once again and he's also bragging that he's a model in the Zunon boy magazine. Chuckling, she shook her head "Sure, pretty boi. I have some free time tomorrow. This is my number if you wanna play with me tomorrow after school," she hands him her phone so he could input his number inside of her phone contact.
Kise was surprised by her sudden bold movement, but that is what makes it more fun for him " but it depends, to be honest. I might be really not in the mood tomorrow for playing. I probably just gonna laze around and sleep," she turns around, poking her tongue out before walking away, leaving him alone as she had a little fun teasing the blonde boy.
"UUWAAAHHH!!! DON'T BE MEAN, VIXIE-CHI!!!" Kise whined dramatically.
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Vixie: (This is how I portray you @mhynvxii )
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I hope you like the first part of the story @mhynvxii
The second part would have even more drama than this. This is just the beginning :)))
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knbexchange · 11 months
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I steal something and now I'm hiding at my enemy's house
by eris_discordia
I steal something (either just normal stuff or very valuable) and the first place I go is my 'enemy' (definitely not crush) place.
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kaiijo · 11 months
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GOM + KAGAMI AS ROMANCE TROPES — [KNB]
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characters: kuroko tetsuya, kagami taiga, aomine daiki, kise ryouta, midorima shintarou, murasakibara atsushi, akashi seijuurou content: gn! reader, tooth-rotting fluff, aomine’s is set when he and reader are college-aged + vorpal swords is a professional club notes: finally proving my love for my bball boys and living up to my username
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⋆。° kuroko tetsuya — soulmates
You were constantly looking over your shoulder, from the moment you were born to right now. No one could really blame you, what with the words “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you” written on your arm from the day you were born. They were supposed to be the first words your soulmate spoke to you and you were supposed to be excited for the words, but you were just scared that your supposed one true love would be some creep or a serial killer.
You had moved from Okinawa up to Tokyo for high school, a move that your parents made so your brother could pursue track at one of the top high schools for the sport. Meanwhile, you had enrolled in Seirin High.
Sitting in class, you cursed your luck for being assigned a seat in the first row. You listened passively as your classmates’ names were called on roll. One by one, your teacher went down the list until she reached, “Kuroko Tetusya?”
“Right here, ma’am.” The whole class jumped at the quiet voice and you stared at the boy three seats behind you and to your left. When had he gotten there?
You turned back to face the front, sighing and shaking your head. You raised your hand when the teacher called your name, zoning out for the rest of the class. It wasn’t until your teacher said that she wanted you to turn and talk to a classmate and introduce yourselves that you listened back in.
You looked around with a frown; it seemed that most people just picked their desk neighbors or people that they were already acquainted with from middle school. Great, so you’d be the loner kid from out of town with no friends. Awesome. You turned to look back the teacher when you saw that there was someone right to your left — that super quiet kid, Kuroko. “What the heck!” you yelped. “When did you get here?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
You two stared at each other for a solid twenty seconds, silent, before you bashfully said, “Hi, I’m Y/n.” You held your hand out.
“I’m Kuroko Tetsuya.” He took your hand and shook it with a warm smile. “It’s nice to meet you, soulmate.”
⋆。° kagami taiga — friends to lovers
“What the hell happened here?” you asked Kagami as you two packed up for the day. You held his English language test in hand, pointing at the big ‘30%’ circled in red ink at the top of the paper. “Are you sure we both lived in America because—?”
“Shut up,” he grumbled, snatching the paper from your hand. You snorted, poking his side and narrowly avoiding the swipe he aimed at your head.
You had known Kagami since you were kids in the United States, though you returned to Japan earlier than him because your dad’s job moved him back. It was a total coincidence that you wound up at Seirin together, reconnecting in your English language class.  
“Yikes,” you said. “Better call Alex and brush up on your English.”
As you exited the school building, Kagami shoved you lightly, though it was enough to set you off-balance and almost careening into the ground. You would’ve if Kagami hadn’t grabbed your arm, sheepishly offering an apology. “Jeez, Taiga, know your own strength. Some of us aren’t as buff as you, you know?”
Kagami went a little red and he looked away from you. “Can we stop by Maji Burger on the way back?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m actually kind of hungry.”
You took the train over and you sent Kagami to the register to order for the two of you, sliding into a booth. As you scrolled through your social media, you didn’t notice some guy sliding into the seat across from you. He cleared his throat and you looked up, eyebrows raising. “Can I help you with something?”
“Yeah, I saw you across the restaurant and just had to ask for your number.”
“Oh, uh… I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can do that.”
“Why, you got a boyfriend or something?”
“Yeah, me—” Your head whipped over to see Kagami, standing with a tray stacked with burgers and fries. “—so you can fuck off.”
The guy’s mouth opened and closed, taking in Kagami’s large frame and mean scowl and seemingly deciding that it wasn’t worth it, slinking off with his tail between his legs. Kagami practically growled at his retreating back, settling into the seat across from you and dropping the tray on the table with more force than necessary. You watched him as he unwrapped a burger and took a big bite, still frowning. “So,” you said, “you’re my boyfriend now?”
He avoided your eyes and mumbled something around his food. You reached across the table and poked his forehead. “What was that?”
Quietly, he repeated, “If you want me to be.”
Your face warmed but you gave him a small smile and said, “Maybe take me on a date first.”
He perked up and said, “Deal.”
⋆。° aomine daiki — second chances
Aomine, for all his pride and bravado, admitted that he wasn’t the best boyfriend in high school, especially when the two of you dated in your first year. He understood now that instead of an equal give and take for the two of you, he really just took and took and gave you very little. But he was older now, more mature, more reflective, and you were standing a few feet away from him in the coffee shop Momoi begged him to visit to get her some new, overly sugary treat that was trending on social media.
He had to do a double-take when he first walked in, having heard a laugh while he tapped through Instagram stories (Kuroko had taken a video of Kagami tripping over a wet floor sign, Kise was promoting for some skincare brand, and Akashi was in Ishigaki for the weekend). His heart leapt to his throat; when you turned from the cashier to make your way to the pick-up counter, he confirmed it. It really was you. Your hair was a little shorter and your style changed quite a bit but he would know that laugh anywhere.
“Dude.” Aomine snapped out of his daze and glanced over his shoulder as some scowling middle school kid. “Move up, it’s your turn.”
Aomine didn’t reply, approaching the cash register and ordering Momoi’s viral, heart attack-inducing pastry and a coffee for himself, doing his best to subtly glance over to where you were patiently waiting for your own drink. He shuffled to the pick up counter, standing a respectable distance away from you. Did you know he was there?
“Aomine!” The barista called, and he watched your head shoot up from your phone and you glanced to your right, eyes meeting his.
He grabbed his coffee and the pastry, unsure of what he should do next. Should he say something to you? It would be dick move to just walk away without a word.
“Aomine,” you said, breaking the ice first. “It’s been a while.”
“Yeah,” he said, frowning a little at the use of his last name. “How have you been?”
“I’ve been pretty good, studying environmental science. What about you? You’re playing for Vorpal Swords now, right?”
His eyebrows raised and something sparked in his chest. You still kept up with his basketball career? He nodded and you replied, “That’s cool.” The silence that followed was a little awkward, but neither of you made any attempts to move.
“I remember you always liked biology class,” Aomine said finally, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m glad you’re doing what you love.”
That seemed to pull a genuine smile from you and Aomine’s chest tightened. “Yeah, I really do like it. I could say the same for you though.”
The barista called your name and you jumped a little at the sound. As you grabbed it and before he could stop himself, Aomine asked, “Iced latte with oat milk and vanilla syrup?”
You looked surprised. “I’m… I’m honestly shocked you remember something like that.”
“We bought coffee almost every day before school,” he said. “Always running late because of it.”
“Hey! We ran late because you couldn’t wake up to your eight alarms, dummy.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, yeah.”
Silence followed again and you rocked a little on your heels before telling him, “I should get going. I have to help my roommate study for a quiz.”
“Right,” he said. “Yeah, it was… nice running into you.”
“You too, Aomine.” He watched you walk out the door and it was only a few seconds before he was racing out of the cafe.
He yelled your name, drawing stares from other pedestrians. You turned around and Aomine asked, “Wanna get coffee here again? Saturday at eleven?”
You smiled back at him. “Sounds like a plan. You better wake up to those alarms… Daiki.”
⋆。° kise ryouta — fake dating
During a break in his basketball practice, Kise ran up to you from where you sat in the stands. “Look, Y/n-chii,” he said, showing you his phone screen. You glanced at it, a selfie of Kise with his arm wrapped around your shoulders, both of you are grinning. The caption read: no one else i’d rather be with <3. “We’re so cute together.”
You laughed weakly, “We are.”
A month ago, Kise asked you to pose as his partner since his sisters were going to be around for the month. They had been bothering him about getting a partner and he had gotten sick of the teasing and nagging. The two of you hadn’t been friends exactly but you weren’t strangers; you had been in a handful of classes and worked on a few projects in and out of school. You weren’t really sure why you agreed. You guessed it was that gravitational pull that Kise had that made him irresistible to women and men alike.
You were a bit embarrassed to say that you originally judged Kise as just a pretty face but the month revealed to you that it was absolutely untrue. While he may not be book smart or excel in school, Kise was emotionally intelligent, a beast on the basketball court, and — as you found out through a series of encounters with some of his fans — highly protective of those he cared about.
He took you out on cute “dates,” you met his sisters and parents, and you tried (and failed) to beat him in some spontaneous street basketball matches. You had to admit that you had a really, really good time fake dating Kise. Maybe too good a time. Your heart raced when he leaned against you, enveloping you in the comforting scent of his cologne, when he slid his hand into yours, when he kissed your cheeks when you met his family.
You felt like a complete fool, falling for a guy so out of your reach.
“Hey,” he said and you nearly leapt out of your skin when you saw that Kise had made his way into the stands and sat down next to you. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” you said. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
He frowned, unconvinced, but he didn’t push it. Instead, he looked out over the basketball court and said, “Can’t believe the month’s almost done.”
You chewed your bottom lip and tried to make a joke: “How dramatic do you want the breakup to be?”
Kise said, “That’s— I’ve actually… I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you about that.”
“Do you want to do it earlier?” Your heart dropped to your stomach at the thought.
Kise’s head whipped towards you, nearly colliding with yours. “No!” He took a deep breath and more calmly, said, “No. Actually the opposite.”
“You want to break up later?”
To your surprise, Kise chuckled, “Wow, and people say I’m dense.”
“What do you mean?”
Kise tilted your chin up, making you meet that intense gold gaze. “I want to date you for real.”
⋆。° midorima shintarou —  frenemies to lovers
You wouldn’t say that you disliked Midorima but… you couldn’t say that you were good friends either. The two of you bickered in class a lot, constantly jockied for higher scores on tests, and gave smug looks at each other when the teacher praised the other.
However, while you and Midorima were, in essence, academic rivals, you were also united in the fact that you both were at the top of your classes. When a classmate would say something dumb, you’d both immediately share a side-eye together. You gravitated toward each other for group projects, avoiding people who wanted you to do all the work.
“You need to come to the game tonight,” Midorima announced to you as you two packed up after Japanese History.
You gave him a look, saying, “When have I ever shown interest in watching basketball?”
He pushed his glasses up and said, “Time to get interested.”
“Why, though?”
“Oh, just come,” Takao sighed. “None of us will ever hear the end of it if you don’t.”
“Fine,” you said, “if it means that much to you, Midorima.”
He just nodded tersely and began to turn away before hesitating. He pointed at your phone charm — a limited-edition charm from you favorite manga — and asked, “Can I take that?”
“What?” You glared at him. “Of course not!”
He huffed, ears turning pink and he pushed up his glasses defensively. “Just for tonight.”
“Why?”
“It’s my lucky item.”
You gave him a look but sighed, unfastening the charm from your phone and handing it to him. “I better get this back after your basketball game.”
He nodded again and pivoted sharply on his heel, walking away without another word, Takao hot on his heels.
On your train ride home, you looked up Oha Asa’s horoscopes out of curiosity, searching for Midorima’s. He was a Cancer, right?
Today is a fifty-fifty day for Cancers but you can change your luck for the better by inviting someone important to you to a meaningful event in your life. Your lucky item for the day is a borrowed phone chain!
⋆。° murasakibara atsushi — stuck together
You absolutely could not believe the day you were having. As Yosen’s long-suffering manager, you supposed you should have been used to the antics of the players, but after a less-than-stellar performance on a pop quiz and spilling water on your uniform blazer, all you wanted was an uneventful practice and to go home and take a nap. But apparently, fate had other plans for you in the form of Murasakibara Atsushi.
“Y/n-chin,” he drawled, pulling on your shirt sleeve. “Do you have any snacks?”
You shook your head and asked, “Doesn’t Himuro usually have some for you?”
“Muro-chin’s coming late today.”
Ah, so that’s why the gym wasn’t swarming with girls at the moment. “Right,” you said with a sigh. You thought for a second before saying, “I think I remember Liu saying he stashed some snacks in the supply closet. Let’s go look there.”
The two of you made your way into the closet at the end of the gym and you unlocked the door. You switched on the light and rooted around shelves, pushing away cleaning supplies and spare equipment. “I swear Liu said he hid snacks in here.”
“Maybe you’re just too short to see,” Murasakibara said. Before you could tell him that he needed to keep the door open since it locked automatically from the outside, Murasakibara had already moved and the door swung shut behind him.
You cursed and grabbed the handle, twisting it and feeling the resistance of the lock. You groaned, resting your head on the door in despair. From behind you, Murasakibara announced that he found Liu’s stash of snacks. “Great,” you grumbled. “I’m so happy for you but we’re stuck in here until someone lets us out.”
Murasakibara glanced at you and came up beside you, trying the door handle himself with much more force than you ever could muster (you were pretty sure you heard the metal bend a little) but you still remained trapped. You shot a text to Coach Araki, informing her about your situation, to which she replied that you’d both have to wait until they found the spare key since Fukui had managed to misplace it a few weeks ago.
You rubbed your hands down your face and leaned your back against the door, watching as Murasakibara plopped down on the floor and stretched his legs out, munching on Liu’s chips. He took up most of the floor space of the closet, and you pressed yourself further against the door to avoid knocking into his feet.
As fifteen minutes passed, you shifted your weight from one foot to the other again, legs growing tired. Murasakibara cocked his head before he suggested, “Y/n-chin, do you want to sit?”
“I’m okay,” you mumbled but Murasakibara remained unconvinced apparently since he sat up a little straighter, set the empty chip bag aside, and leaned forward suddenly, pulling you down to sit in between his legs. Your cheeks burned as you practically crashed into his body.
“You can lean against me,” he said. Your face was on fire but honestly, you were too tired to argue with him, shifting to rest your back against his chest. He reclined on his hands and you felt his gaze burning into the back of your head.
It was about fifteen more minutes before the door opened, Himuro having found the key. Fukui, Okamura, and Liu also peeked their heads inside, Fukui and Himuro eyeing your positioning with smirks. “Looks like you two got comfy,” Fukui snickered. Okamura turned away, muttering something about how unfair life was, and Liu’s eyes zeroed in on the chip bag beside Murasakibara.
“Did thou eat my snacks?”
⋆。° akashi seijuurou — forbidden relationship
If it was anybody but you, you would have rolled your eyes at just how cliche and utterly ridiculous this situation was. But it was you and your life and your relationship, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t completely crush you.
You and Akashi had grown up alongside one another but not necessarily in a good way. Your parents’ companies were each other’s main competitors, and while they had as polite a relationship as industry titan competitors could have, neither family wanted their heirs dating.
But at your and Akashi’s ages, it was hard to really forbid you two from seeing one another.
You sometimes couldn’t believe how many people rose to power who were insufferably boring. You stood beside your mother as she laughed and clinked champagne glasses with a group of suits, your face frozen in some disingenuous smile. Your eyes, meanwhile, scanned the large banquet hall, falling immediately on a figure with red hair and two-toned eyes. You felt your mouth curl into a real grin when you met his gaze and you winked at him, butterflies bursting in your stomach when he smiled back and shook his head fondly.
He had told you that his father arranged a date for him tonight, the heiress to one of their closest associate companies. You couldn’t say you weren’t a little jealous but you were completely confident in Akashi’s love for you; the two of you wouldn’t have carried on this long if either of you wasn’t completely enamored with the other.
“Excuse me,” you said at a lull in the conversation, “I’m going to get some air, I’m feeling lightheaded.”
“Of course, dear,” your mother said. “Be sure to be back for speeches, though. You know how your father gets.”
You nodded and slipped away to the venue’s gardens, lush and hued in autumnal colors. Your fingers brushed against the blooming wisteria as you made your way to the bridge over the garden’s pond, staring down at the moon’s reflection in the water.
A few minutes later, your reflection is joined on the bridge with Akashi’s, shoulders touching. You didn’t exchange any words for a while; you just rested your head on his shoulder and his head rested on yours.
“Where’d you leave your date?” you asked him.
He chuckled, “She’s in a conversation with my aunt about her collection of vintage Versace.”
You hummed, “That should keep her busy the whole night.”
Akashi finally faced you. “That’s the intention, beloved.” He pecked your forehead.
You gently poked his side and asked, “You call that a kiss?”
He gave you one of those looks, eyes glinting with the same promise of a challenge as they did when he played basketball. “Are you underestimating me?”
“Well, if the shoe fits…”
You laughed as he cupped your face and pressed his mouth against yours for a much, much different kind of kiss.
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