#Akashi is a good captain

[cemetery14]

emotional manipulation? your honor hes simply a tired mother scolding his children :)

no hes crazy for this honetsly LOL

akashi: if we lose ill gouge my eye out and give them to you but its okay because i beleive in you guys so theres no way we can lose :D

rakuzan looking absolutely traumatized:

[lamnwar]

Sweet Boy ♡ // Akashi Seijurō x Fem!Reader

MDNI 18+ knb kinktober entry!!

A/N: when I tell you that I somehow always manage to write about that dude as if I worship him fr it's insane 😫 Context: you really lucked out when you managed to pull Seijurō Akashi. Warnings: Akashi has a praise kink, blowjob, reader swallows (teehee 🤭), reader is a bit of a worshipper, mention of fingering, brief makeout, missionary sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names ("good boy", "sweet boy")

Seijurō Akashi is a lot of things. He’s always been, and it seems that he’s destined to be the one to bear a thousand responsibilities. Maybe this is what comes with being the unique son of a rich family, or maybe he’s put that burden upon himself by taking roles of leadership from his youngest age. Captain of his basketball team for most of his education, the top student since forever, even taking the top spot in one of the toughest degrees at a top university. You’ve never known him to be the lowkey kind, the kind of guy that you wouldn’t notice unless you’re really pay attention. No, he is bright and commanding, so much so that for the longest time you couldn’t tell how you managed to pull him. He seems too good for you, like a star out of reach while you are, like everyone else, just a worm on Earth blinded by him. How can someone be so perfect, so well put together?

But the Seijurō that lays in your arms at night is far from who he’s perceived to be, that much is certainty. There’s something about the kindness in his eyes and the goodness with which he treats you that makes you fall in love even more each time. It doesn’t make sense; for all you know, love can’t be that endless, can it? And yet, you are proven wrong everyday, when he looks at you, when he smiles at you, when he kisses you.

Such a soft creature, under all that layer of authority and perfectionism. Maybe you’re the only one who’s ever seen him like that, but you rather not comfort yourself in that belief – it’d be a much too strong stroke on your ego. Being the one with whom Seijurō Akashi lets his guards down completely, allowing himself to be seen like he’s never been seen before. Just a sweet boy – which you are deeply convince is his true nature – who loves you to the moon and back, and even beyond.

“Seijurō, you know I love you, right?” you never fail to remind him every time you kiss under the glim light of your bedroom.

He hums, or maybe purrs, like a cat indulging in the affection of another. It’s cute, and it makes your heart jump to see him like that. His hands tighten on your waist as you whisper sweet words of affection against his lips between kisses.

Smooch. I love you. Smooch. So fucking much I can’t even understand it myself. Smooch. You’re so pretty, Seijurō. Let me love every inch of you.

He swears under his breath, dark eyes shining like a thousand stars when he looks at you. He must have done something extraordinary in his past life to have you in his arms in this one. The sweetness of your tongue against his makes his heart melt, and he holds your face close and tight, like he fears your sudden disappearance if he’s not touching you. You giggle, pecking his lips.

“Sei, I’m right here, you know?”

He stares at you, his gaze at first incredulous, before it softens, just like his grip on your face. You’re right, you’re here, and for what he knows with certainty, you’re not going anywhere. He lets you pull his shirt of his body, the softness of your touch against his milky skin soothing his soul like nothing else can. There’s something in the way your fingers trace his perfect skin, and how the sweet kisses that follow right after makes the hair on his arms raise. The sudden twitch of his cock when you look at him with love and lust in your irises – hell, you haven’t touched him there yet that he’s already straining against the fabric of his underwear. You chuckle at the sight; it’s adorable, honestly.

“Ah... love, you’re teasing too much” he huffs in a small laugh.

You wouldn’t say so yourself – in fact, you’re not doing enough. But Seijurō entirely disagrees. Your simple presence is enough to feel like an invitation for more. He can’t help but tangle his fingers in your hair, ever so gently pushing your head lower in hopes that you’ll grace him with the caress of your lips where he needs it the most. You hum, leaving a last kiss to his navel before leaning back, a smile painted on your lips.

“Get rid of your pants f’me.”

He doesn’t hesitate twice to slide the fabric off his legs, and it an act of impatience that would surprise everyone else, he removes his boxers in the same move. Seijurō himself is fairly taken aback by his hurry – so uncharacteristic, but when he’s with you, he doesn’t care to keep up the façade. Every soft gasp and weak moan, everything that makes him so different from who he usually his; not having to be perfect, not having to be impeccable because you love him so much when he’s a mess.

“So pretty Sei... can I suck you?” You purr, face nuzzled against his hardened cock as your fingers trace the veins on the shaft.

That alone is enough for him to lose his mind, something primitive urging him to grab you and ravage you with nothing but pure, instinctive lust for you. But he holds on to the bit of self-control he has, and nods.

“Go ahead love, I can’t refuse you anything.”

His words are punctuated by a tender laugh, almost as tender as your tongue as it licks his tip. He shudders – you really don’t waste your time, huh. You start off nice and gentle, it’s almost how unbearable. Every small lick and every stroke of your hand at his base setting his insides on fire.

Oh, how he’d kill to just feel the warmth of your mouth...

And eventually he does. He can’t tell when, how... all he knows is the way his aching dick twitch from the feeling of you. You look up at him, gaze entranced by the sight of his writhing.

“Sei!” you whimper around him, the vibration of your voice coming out of your mouth resonating against the sensitive skin of his tip, “You’ll come in my mouth, right? You taste so good...”

His breath hitches – how can such lewd words sound so... loving? It’s not even a stroke to his ego, but a genuine expression of your feelings towards him. Your Seijurō, that tastes like heaven in your mouth, and even more when he comes down your throat.

The drunk look on your face when his hips buck forward, shoving his cock deeper down the abyss of your mouth, drawing hums of pleasure out of you. Each time you look at him, only to meet a work of art. His chest rising to his erratic breath, his muscles contracting in a desperate attempt not to come too fast, and the furrowing of his eyebrows as he focuses on the feeling.

“Fuck... ah!”

You can feel your panties soak from simply hearing his huffs, watching him lose his composure the faster you bob your head, the deeper you take him, the more languidly you swerve your tongue around his cock. He groans, unable to stop his release anymore.

“Come for me Seijurō, you’re so handsome when you come” you hum before sucking him through the last seconds before he lets go.

You hum, your voice a song in his ear as he lets out spurts of his sweet cum down your throat. And you swallow all of it, ravishing in its taste. The look of bliss on your face alone could get him rock hard again, and he can’t think straight anymore. A dazed-out gloss in his eyes when you let him go, thumb swiping away the drool coating your plump lips. You crawl to him, kissing him to get him out of his secondary state.

“You’re such a sweet boy” you praise as you kiss him, leaving the taste of him on his tongue. “The sweetest.”

He chuckles, and in a swift move pushes you to your back. Time becomes the most abstract concept when he sees you like this, splayed under him, your lips coated thinly by saliva and your eyes... oh, your eyes. Begging, pleading, praying for him to make love to you. To let himself melt into you, so you could feel a little less insane about how you feel about him. So you’d know with certitude that you aren’t the only obsessed one – though, how can you not be? Even when he’s the desperate man that strips you off your clothes right now, he’s still the most beautiful being you’ve ever seen. The sight itself making your cunt drench, the guttural need for him seeping through your folds and coating your inner thighs.

“You want me that much, sweets?” he asks, somehow surprised by your wetness.

“Sei! What are you surprised about?” you chuckle “you’re my pretty boy, of course I want you.”

“Yeah? You’re too nice to me...” he coos, finger gathering your juices as a testament of your excitement.

“Barely.”

“Then I guess I should fuck you good, hm? Give back for all your kindness.”

You nod eagerly, covering his face in kisses while his fingers tease your sweet cunt. Slow, tender moves, just to feel you and make you yearn for him even more than you already are. Your lips quiver, short pleading whimpers leaving your lips. You need him now.

And to your contentment, so does he. His pretty cock stands proudly between your legs, impatiently waiting for the warm embrace of your pussy. At this moment, not a single thought can cross your mind. No, because it’s filled to the brim with Seijurō. The honeyed taste of his lips, the skilled touch of his fingers that fires up your skin, and the pleasurable sting of his dick sinking in your cunt. You’re entranced, enchanted.

“So pretty...” you mutter between soft whimpers of pleasure.

Your words are enough to take him to the moon, the grip on your thighs tightening as he spreads you open more, pushing deeper. He swears – one of the rare occasions in which you’ll ever hear him use foul language. He can’t help it, not when you whine such nice words in his ear.

Forehead pressed to yours as he thrusts to the perfect rhythm, he lets out the most beautiful sounds against your skin. Your fingers find his hair, slightly tugging into it as you fill his ear with sugar.

“Such a nice boy, Sei...”

“No one – ah! No one fucks me better than you.”

“Such a good boy, hm, gonna come for me again, yeah? You know I love it when you fill me, love.”

He grits his teeth, the song of your praise making his cock leak shamelessly. Your eyes struggle to fixate on him, to your own dissatisfaction. Seijurō Akashi is the most beautiful when he comes. You hold tight to him, fingers digging in his skin as he brings you to your orgasm. You shake and squirm, keeping him in an almost deadly embrace.

“Fuck!”

In a last few messy thrusts, he lets go and fills you to the brim, obediently responding to your previous request to do so. He doesn’t pull out yet; your pussy is heaven. And you keep him close to your body, close to your heart.

The organ pulses in your chest, pulsing in his. You could melt on the spot like honey in the sun. What have you done to be blessed like that? To have him in your arms like that?

Aren’t you blessed by the heavens, to have such a sweet boy all for you?

[nanaosaki3940]

TokRev in Final Timeline (Kazushi Yamagishi's Wikipedia)

Credit: Marin (@RanHaruchiyo) on Twitter. The original Twitter post - Link

Toman's Commander - Manjiro Sano aka Mikey

I asked Mikey-kun if he had ever lost a fight and he said, "Only once. To a guy with a regent head who would never give up."

Toman's 2nd Commander - Takemichi Hanagaki

He sometimes makes eye contact with Mikey-kun and gives him a distant look like he's lived twice his life. Feel irritated, even though he’s Takemichi!!

Toman's Vice-Commander - Ken Ryuguji aka Draken

He fights with Hanma once a week. Seems like he had 48 victories out of 52 fights.

Toman's 1st Division Captain - Keisuke Baji

He and Chifuyu sometimes talk about the old vice-captain (Ryusei Satou). "He was very flirtatious and a jerk." Both of them laugh.

Toman's 1st Division Vice-Captain - Chifuyu Matsuno

He’s close with Takemichi even though he's not in the same squad and don't have much contact with him.

Toman's 2nd Division Captain - Takashi Mitsuya

I said, "Mitsuya-kun, you get along with everyone, don't you?" and he said, "Except you." Maybe he is a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Toman's 2nd Division Vice-Captain - Hakkai Shiba

He often gets into fistfights with his big bro, Taiju. How can you defy a monster like that?

Toman's 3rd Division Captain - Haruki Hayashida aka Pah-chin

The first squad has a lot of strong fighters. One of them, Osanai, who’s cared about by Pah-chin, is said to be strong at the captain level.

Toman's 3rd Division Vice-Captain - Ryohei Hayashi aka Peh-yan

He has an alliance with Senju and Kazutora who want to win Mikey-kun. Senju’s the only one who seems to be taking this alliance seriously, even though he’s the one who made it.

Toman's 4th Division Captain - Kazutora Hanemiya

He and Akkun have been together every day since the Mizochu Incident when they had a one-on-one fight, and I'm a little bit jealous.

Toman's 4th Division Vice-Captain - Atsushi Sendo aka Akkun

The vice-captain of the fourth squad, Sendo Atsushi!! He’s the savior who put us in the fourth squad.

Toman's 5th Division Captain - Haruchiyo Akashi

Mikey believer. He is often banned from meetings because of his bad character. NOTE: the person to watch out for When I followed him, I found that he often meets with Mucho, one of the big four of Tenjiku. He is a traitor definitely!!

Toman's 5th Division Vice-Captain - Senju Akashi

The captain of the 5th squad substantially Finally I witnessed his cheating!! They were both eating chocolate mint ice cream from Seventeen Ice, and Takemichi looked good as he said, "We finally made good on our promise.” I have to report this to Hina-chan!!!

Toman's 6th Division Captain - Nahoya Kawata aka Smiley

He recently changed her hair color from apricot to nasturtium orange. He was angry that no one noticed.

Toman's 6th Division Vice-Captain - Souya Kawata aka Angry

Apparently, there is a band and he is the leader. The vocalist is Mitsuya, the guitarist is Kazutora, the bassist is Akkun, and the drummer is Angry.

Toman's Strategist - Tetta Kisaki

BAKAmichi’s partner. I wonder what it is about each other that attracts them even though he’s so smart like that?

Toman's Assistant - Shuji Hanma

He's still growing in height, apparently.

Black Dragon's 10th Generation Leader - Taiju Shiba

He's so strong in fights that he's like a wild gorilla, but he gets top grades in school apparently.

Black Dragon's Elite Guard Captain - Hajime Kokonoi

I was following him to try to get some information about Koko-kun, but on the contrary, he took advantage of my weakness.

Black Dragon's Attack Squad Captain - Seishu Inui

Inupi-kun apparently always keeps Koko-kun's wallet, who is careless with money. My fave from BD! He looks like me somehow huh?

Tenjiku's Boss - Izana Kurokawa

Unlike BD and Toman, Tenjiku is under his dictatorship. Apparently, he considers his members slaves.

Tenjiku's 1st Heavenly King - Kakucho

A prodigy in fights. He can compete with Mikey or Shiba Taiju in a one-on-one fight He is my fave from Tenjiku! Perfect! I strive to be like him in the future.

Tenjiku's 2nd Heavenly King - Yasuhiro Muto aka Mucho

The most “personable person” in Tenjiku.

Tenjiku's 3rd Heavenly King - Ran Haitani

When he talks to someone, he immediately starts talking at a distance of one centimeter. As a matter of fact, he seems to be very short-sighted.

Tenjiku's 4th Heavenly King - Kanji Mochizuki aka Mocchi

He seem to like Yukimi Daifuku.

Tenjiku's Executive - Rindo Haitani

I watched him all day long. In the morning, he drank in the park. In the afternoon, he drank with the homeless. In the evening, he drank with people in the off-site betting office. Finally, he drank in the nightclub at night!!

Tenjiku's Executive - Shion Madarame

He often gets sick to his stomach.

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akashi seijuro x fem!reader

See, if someone asked, Mibuchi could say that he’s friends with you.

It wouldn’t be an outright lie -you’ve been in the same classes since middle school, he’s seen how you act around your friends and wave everyone goodbye with a smile- but maybe it isn’t exactly the truth either. Safer to say, Mibuchi knows of you. Would even call you an acquaintance of sorts, and he’s pretty sure you guys were sort of friendly when you were twelve and he sat next you in class for a good couple months — he might even have walked you home at some point.

You could have been friends, if he’d been a little less busy with basketball practice in middle and high school, a little less busy with the team. Because really, he’d have had every opportunity to. You were in the cheer squad for a couple years, and he’s pretty sure you were one of the girls who helped collect funds for the Rakuzan bus rides from and to tournaments- and you always seemed pleasant, kind. If he hadn’t been so focused on his sport career, he might’ve even had a bit of a crush on you.

Not that he plans on making up for it now, but it’s not hard to see or admit that you’re pretty stunning, you were back then— and you definitely are today. Perfectly manicured nails and beautifully glossy hair that makes you look full and warm and modelesque all at once. You shine. It’s hard not to notice someone like you whenever he sees you at their matches. He knows he’s not the only one. College jocks are hardly the picture of self restraint, and if you think signed athletes are any different, you’d be wrong. But all of that doesn’t really matter, because you don’t sit in the stands for him.

The redhead that he has spent the past few years playing alongside is lucky to call you more than friends. He respects Akashi. There’s almost no way around it when you play on a team alongside the guy, that pure, unfiltered resolve he has, and the steely brute force it sometimes takes the form of. Akashi wouldn’t exactly have it any other way too, and though that might get annoying if he were anyone else, Mibuchi isn’t arrogant enough to acknowledge that the guy plays best when he knows people he respects have his back. That type of world-class talent doesn’t come around a lot.

The redhead that has you sitting looking pretty in the stands is the same boy that’d shove you to the concrete in grade 2. The one he saw yank your pigtails and put glue in your backpack, isn’t he? The one who started the talk that you’d kissed a teacher under the bleachers, and stood by when Hayama stuck his hand up your skirt? Yeah, it’s probably because you aren’t friends that he doesn’t understand. All he knows is that kids grow up, and he respects the Captain.

So it’s because he respects Akashi that he finds himself in this situation, isn’t it?

You’re tiny. Well, everyone is sort of ‘tiny’ compared to most professional basketballers… but leaning against the concrete pillar with your perfect outfit and your arms wrapped around yourself, not a hair out of place - it is more vibes than actual appearance that makes you seem small. Compact, tiny, quiet, if he didn’t know any better, he’d liken you to a skittish little animal. You’re waiting, eyes scanning everyone briefly as they stream out. It’s sort of lonely looking, though. His head reminds him it isn't really his problem, but hey, it feels weird to pretend to not see you too.

And he supposes you are kinda friendly, right? As his long legs carry him through the sliding doors of the training center, he plops a sucker between his lips, glances over his shoulder and - makes the executive choice to walk up to you. If only to entertain you a little while Akashi takes his time running through the coaches’ comments, like he usually does. You blank when you notice him walk up, before doing a quick double take at the doors, and he takes the sort of deer-in-headlights look as a question on your end. “Akashi’s probably going to be a little bit longer, if I had to guess.”

“Oh. I see.” You let out a nervous little laugh, and wring your hands together, and he takes a brief second to look at you. Sure, he hasn’t exactly been very chatty when you’ve strolled in during practices with forgotten bento boxes, or when you sit at the very front row during matches with your perfectly presented exterior and a nervous glitter in your eyes, or even when it seems you’ve been dragged along to the teams events— but from what he knows of you… in the past, you’re not the shy little bunny standing before him now. It almost makes him a little self-conscious. Is it him that’s making you hesitate, or are you just… different now? People do change, after all. Still, it doesn’t seem… like change.

“I’m… Mibuchi, I was in the same class as you a lot growing up.” He finds himself explaining, in case you forgot. He wouldn’t exactly blame you if you did. If you managed to forgive and forget for Akashi, you could’ve forgotten most other things.

But you pause, and then your face softens into a slow smile. “I remember you, Reo-kun. We were desk mates in Ms. Tanaka’s class. You were always nice to me.” Right, with your high ponytail and cute bangs and your flowery frilly shirts. Thinking about it harder, he definitely did have somewhat of a crush on you back then. “It’s nice to get to talk to you again, it’s been so long.”

“You still like basketball, huh?” he asks, and you laugh and look at the floor, before nodding.

It takes a few seconds for your eyes to meet his again. “Yes, I guess so. Don’t have much of a choice.” It lingers when your voice goes a little more quiet. Right. Because, your boyfriend’s a pro-athlete. “Don’t get me wrong, I like the games! It’s really nice to get swept up in the excitement of it from time to time.” You sound light, breezy … but almost mournful too. It’s somewhere in your eyes, your long lashes unable to hide the deepness of it. “Honestly, I can’t wait for the season to start again.” Another beat passes, before you seem to snap out of it, and refocus on him. “You’re still playing too.”

Whatever tension crept up in his shoulders doesn’t loosen when he grins. “Almost fifteen years now, can’t let that streak go to waste.” He sucks on the lollipop for a long moment, before tilting his head. “Besides, pretty sure Akashi wouldn’t let me.”

It cracks your carefully crafted expression. For a split second -surprising both himself and you, it seems, because then your smile is picture perfect again. The same perfect smile you give everyone when they say ‘hi’ and Akashi laces his hand with yours. Or when you blow back a kiss across the field. And see, he isn’t too concerned with people’s reactions, usually. But it’s so sudden that it feels … weird. Everything suddenly feels weird. You never wear Akashi’s jerseys, even when he stuffs them into your hand before matches. Not that you have to… it’s just, you used to be cheer captain. It seems like something you’d want to do.

That sits weirdly. 

“You’re definitely right about that,” you agree, but the light of it doesn’t reach your eyes. Before he can think about it, the electronic doors slide open behind him— and as if you’re burned, you take a few steps away and into a new line of sight. “‘Juro, you’re back!”

“Why aren’t you waiting in the car, stupid?” is the first thing that comes out, reaching for you like you’re a lost child, as his mismatched eyes find Mibuchi. His face is perfectly blank of emotion as it always seems to be. “You guys were talking?”

Instantly, your eyes shoot up to his, and you seem to cling a little harder. “No! N-no, just… Mibuchi was waiting with me. We’re done.” You fiddle with the chain of your necklace when your boyfriend stays quiet and stares you down, searching for … a lie? An explanation? Whatever it is makes Mibuchi feel like he shouldn’t be watching. But he can’t pull away from the scene. His teammate eventually leans down to kiss you long and deep, and your shoulders drop a tad bit. Not enough to look relaxed.

“Hm.” If Akashi notices, he doesn’t mention it, and instead brushes his lips along your temple. “We should get home then. You look a little tired.” You don’t agree, but your feet start moving robotically upon the prompt, and the noiret takes that as the only clue he’s gonna get that the conversation is over.

“See you two next… practice,” he starts to say as you two walk off, but quiets down as you turn over your shoulder to look at him. There’s something off about your eyes. At least, he swears— there is. It makes him feel like he’s crazy. Because your pretty smile is right there, and you’re wrapping your perfectly manicured fingers around Akashi’s bicep.

The look doesn’t fade when Akashi simply nods, and ushers you along with a hand that lands in the dip of your spine. “Sure.”

+

The next time he sees you isn’t at practice. It takes him aback a little, putting the weights he was curling down to straighten up for a better view. You’re looking around like a lost puppy, and the reflection on the large glass panes boxing him off hides most of you from view, but sure enough- it’s you. Just you, once more, rubbing your hands along your arms as you wait in line for something.

It isn’t his business. It really isn’t, but- you didn’t show up to any of their matches or practices the last two weeks. Is it so strange that he’s sort of glad to see you alive and well? Not that he’d ever think badly of Akashi, but you’d been in such a bad mood when you left, and it just… didn’t seem right. He takes his water bottle to toss it onto his bag, before jogging on over out of the gates and around the corner right when you slip out of view. A few people walk around him, and he catches a brief look of your face as you hesitantly slip a card into the ATM.

Your hands are shaking. They’re shaking, and your lip is screwed between your teeth and… if it wasn’t you, he’d think you were doing something nefarious. “Hey,” he softly breathes as he walks up, and your jumpy squeak only makes him more uncomfortable.

Your eyes are so wide when you turn around. “Mibuchi! —Oh, Reo… it’s you.” The device behind you beeps. “Sorry, I,” your pretty face paints on a smile as you take out the money and slide it neatly into your purse, “I wasn’t expecting anyone to talk to me.” There’s a moment of silence as he scans you up and down, and that horrible feeling drops back into his gut. He can’t help it, it’s laced in the air between you two, it’s on his tongue, it’s in your eyes when you blink up at him. “Reo? Are you- okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” he nods, wiping his hands on his gym shorts. Is— should he say something? Is there something to say? It’s not like he can just … ask if you’re being treated badly. Hell- he’s been friends with Akashi since high school- he trusts the guy! There’s absolutely no reason he should be thinking like this. “You look beautiful,” he ends up blurting out, unable to think of anything else to say. “Me and the guys missed you at practice.”

“O-oh,” you giggle, and shake your head. “I was just a bit… busy at home, that’s all. I hoped Seijuro would’ve told you guys not to expect me.” Either you’re a really good actor, or some of your nerves slide off of you when you look up at him, and this time, he believes the smile. “But I guess I don’t have to tell you what he’s like, he isn’t really the talking type.” There’s a certain fondness in your eyes when you shrug. “You know, Seijuro bought me a ring five weeks into dating, when we were in high school. Said he knew what he wanted, and that he’d make me the happiest wife on the planet if I agreed.” You giggle. “At sixteen years old, he was already that way. I thought it was really romantic back then, his smittenness.”

This he remembers. Akashi talked about it in the locker room once, knowing you’d be cheering in the stands, he’s pretty sure he even showed off the ring despite the ridicule. Did you still wear Akashi’s jerseys back then? He can’t for the life of him figure out why he cares to remember so bad. Your tongue swipes out to brush your lips. “We’re a long ways out from high school now, huh?” Mibuchi’s hand twitches by his side as he watches the smile die out, but what the hell can he say. He wasn’t there for either of you, not really. If something did happen, would he even know?

His eyes sink down your face ever so briefly to your throat when you look off. There’s a mark purple and red where a necklace would have sat, bruised all around, and though faded- he stops smiling.

“What’s that?!” 

You jerk away with an uncomfortable glance, and a shake of your head. Fuck, he wants you to say something. He wants you to tell him some stupid story about a rash or a tumble, to tell him to fuck off and leave you be, because it isn’t his business- but you don’t. Maybe he does consider you a friend. “Hey, if- you ever need anything,” need help, he wants to say, but the word doesn’t make it out of his mouth. “You just have to ask, you know?” He doesn’t exactly expect you to drop everything and beg for aid in the middle of Kyoto, but the pristine calm that washes over you is almost eerie.

Your eyes find his. “Well— I- I want to visit my mom.” The tremble in your voice is soft, but it’s there, squeezing your fingers a little tighter. “Can you drop me off at the nearest train station? Seijuro’s off on a little business trip today, and he’s got his car. I don’t really… want to wait until he’s back.” A nagging little voice in the back of his head tells him not to get involved.

But the voice isn’t loud enough. “Of course, yeah.”

+

Akashi’s passes are bad today. He’s been on edge seemingly all practice, wiping sweat off the back of his neck as he talks to the manager- and Mibuchi doesn’t feel entirely comfortable just walking up to him. They don’t have the friendship they did in high school, and though he still appreciates the guy, there’s a space there that wasn’t there before. As if on cue, the redhead’s eyes flick up and meet his, differently colored eyes scanning him up and down, and Mibuchi looks away. He doesn’t want to seem too interested in your business, he’s pretty sure you wouldn’t want him to be either— but he can’t exactly pretend not to be curious anymore. It’s basically leaking out of him onto the polished floor.

Did you get home okay after? Did you and Akashi talk? Did you fight? 

The first hour results in a record of missed 3 pointers and shitty teamwork, so clearly the tension isn’t just in his head. Even their stern watcher of a coach eventually grits his teeth. “All of you, I want you to regroup before the end of the night, or I’ll have you dribbling until your arms fall off.” Everyone straightens out and gives a quick ‘yes, coach’. His eyes then slide to the Captain, and he crosses his arms. “Akashi, take a rest, you’re all over the place today.”

“You almost elbowed me in the face earlier, dude,” the shooting guard softly mumbles upon the prompt, and it’s barely a second before Akashi’s nose to nose with the man, his fist wound in the sweaty jersey by his throat. Everyone freezes up, and even the long-time coach is caught off guard by the sudden flare of anger. But Akashi doesn’t falter, and hisses out his words.

“Stay out of my fucking way then. This is my court, and you’re on my team. You serve me.”

The gruff older man stands up to separate the two with a short bark of the Captain’s name, as those devilish mismatched eyes flick up. “Akashi! Bench, now. You pull a stunt like that again and you’ll remain there.” It’s like there’s a black cloud over the entire gym that makes them hold their breath, until every so slowly, the fist unfurls and drops. The redhead doesn’t say another word, but his brows are just as furrowed as he steps back, and looks around. Those fiery eyes pass over Mibuchi just briefly, and he swears they stare a little longer than they should. “Now line up, you shitty little brats!”

“Yes, coach!”

Shoes squeak on the floor as they line up, and Mibuchi lingers on the interaction a bit longer. The shorter man catches the ball tossed at him, and slowly straightens up as he clicks his tongue. “Yes, coach.” He can’t shake the glare or the thinly laced impatience in his voice.

+

It displays almost three on the blinking alarm clock when the rattling at his door wakes him. There’s an impatient knock, and then another few ones about twenty seconds later that have him throwing the covers off. The house is as he left it for the night when he drags himself towards the entrance and waits for a moment longer, before a tiny sniffle catches him entirely off guard. It’s a woman. His tired mind still instantly comes upon you, and he unlocks the door when a hand again meets the wood.

The apartment light doesn’t fail him. It is you, though there’s a darkness under your eyes -smudged mascara- and your hands are bound before you, as you’re basically held up by your neck and you’re pushed into the doorway. Mibuchi stumbles as his hands land on your arms to stop your fall, and for a brief moment, everything seems okay.

Until the door is closed behind the three of you and the person who pushed glares with an anger that he can feel burn his skin. Akashi. The normally quiet, demanding Captain doesn’t have much of his usual restraint when he picks you back up by your arm and holds you out as if you’re a stolen toy— and he sneers as the hiss of his voice cuts. “You think I’m fucking stupid? I saw you looking at her all of last season’s practices. But she doesn’t actually want you, does she? She tried her very fucking best to run off, to no avail.” He briefly glares down at you when you whimper, and shake your head against the gag in your mouth. “Don’t pout, slut, you deserve to be punished. Don’t you think?”

You’re crying. Hard, a desperate, trashing cry that’s making his hairs stand upright. And he doesn’t think you could ever look ugly, but you’re definitely crying like you want the ground to swallow you up whole, and like the action of struggling this hard is causing you pain. “No, I don’t wanna.”

The entire scene doesn’t make any sense. Why are you — why is Akashi here? It fries his brain the longer he thinks, and his hands slowly slide off of your arms to take a tiny step back. “Captain…,” Mibuchi starts, reaching out to hold your hand. Akashi should let go of you. You’re hurt.

The movement has Akashi’s irises back on his teammate with fire, eyes wide and accusatory. “Move.” He takes you by your collar and drags you like you’re a kitten, before shouldering Mibuchi out of his own doorway to deposit you on the cold floor. It knocks him out of his daze enough to at least process the situation. This can’t be his former friend pulling something like this— but it’s playing out right before him. What the fuck? “I had to spend the entirety of yesterday driving up to Tokyo because of the stupid shit my flighty little wife pulled,” Akashi’s voice is tighter now, calmer, but not any less vicious as he watches you.

“Maybe if you get on your knees and beg my forgiveness, I won’t let everyone know what a fucking whore you are.” Through the gag, your muffled, pitched voice sounds out in the openness of his apartment. You look so pitiful, and Akashi’s not letting up as he grips your face to pull it only about an inch away from his own. “Apologize. You are mine. Doesn’t matter how far you run, you’re always going to be mine.” A thumb brushes along your cheeks to get rid of the silvery tracks. “I love you. You know I do.”

“You should let go of her,” his own voice comes before he has time to think it over. This situation is absurd, and he isn’t willing to just stand by to watch you get treated this way— at least, that’s until the other man turns to him and the brief moment of kindness is replaced by a darkness that flashes over his face.

The redhead’s hand disappears into his pocket, glaring at him from his elevated position in the baren light of the room. “Shut your fucking mouth, Mibuchi.” There’s not a sliver of familiarity left when he clicks his tongue, and like he’s the one who’s disgusted, narrows his eyes. “Don’t forget who you’re talking to.” The tense silence is only made more pressing by the way you give him those fearful eyes, shaking your head ‘no’ as the man before him steps a bit closer. “I am not here to ask your opinion… I’m here to punish her.” As he points in your direction, his hand comes out of his pocket with a knife, glittering brilliantly even in the dark, and is then aimed towards him. Your pinched crying starts up again when he pulls your head up by your hair, and Akashi raises an eyebrow.

“You think you’re the first with notions of heroism? This brat runs like it’s a hobby. You’re not special.” His eyes burn. “If I hear you talk to me again, I’ll hurt her,” he breathes, deathly serious as he turns to you, “and if you don’t obey, I’ll hurt him, okay? I know you don’t want that, baby doll.” When you wildly shake your head again, he kneels down by your side, and Mibuchi can’t do anything but watch as the spit-filled gag is pulled down your chin and Akashi cups your cheek to kiss you ever so softly. “I know, I know, it’s okay. You were being friendly, hm? You’d never use our friend here for your own protection. But you still let me find you, and now you get punished, you know that.”

“Seijuro, I’m sorry, please,” your voice barely sounds like you. It’s hoarser, desperate, and cracking with tears as wetness and snot runs on your face— “please let’s just go home. We don’t have to make up here, I won’t- I won’t run again, I promise.” Akashi stills for a second too long to pretend to be indifferent. But he still hardens up, and simply turns over his shoulder to look at the noiret with a cold look.

“Where’s the bedroom?”

“N- ‘Juro- no,” you start struggling again through your tears, and he wants to help you. “Please anything but this, I beg you! Seijuro!” Your poor wrists look rubbed raw because of the fabric, and be it the dejected look in your eyes or the sound of your cries ringing through his house -it sparks another surge of adrenaline in him. But the Captain doesn’t repeat himself, and the words ring through his skull. I’ll hurt her. “I’ll be your good girl-” you start, before dissolving into a mess of cries when the redhead wraps an arm around your belly and pulls you up onto your feet against him. You go soft and quiet when your face is against his chest, and Akashi presses the sharp blade of the knife into your neck.

“Well?”

“It’s to the left.” Mibuchi has no other choice, does he? He has no way of knowing if the man before him would actually hurt you— he doesn’t even know the person standing before him now. As he trails his eyes over the two of you in both worry and stress, the glitter of the ring on your finger doesn’t miss him. You really did get married, didn’t you? Was it always like this? He can’t imagine you’d have stayed as long as you have if it was… but then again, he clearly doesn’t know anything about Akashi. He doesn’t know anything about you either, from the looks of things.

“Come along,” Akashi says, leading the way to the abandoned bedroom with too steady a step. If he wasn’t so worried about getting you hurt -or worse- he could probably make a run for his phone charging on the kitchen counter. But by the time police got here, it’d be too late. So instead he just slowly, carefully follows behind as you’re deposited on the messed up sheets of his own bed, and stands in the doorway with baited breath. As Akashi slowly starts to undo each button of your silky pyjamas, a horrible feeling settles in his stomach, and he clears his voice. There’s no way it can be what he thinks it is. The stretch of skin revealed to him is littered with fresh hickeys, and Mibuchi looks away.

Not quick enough, clearly, because you pull up a sniffled breath and let out a little whine when Akashi hums. “Always make me embarrass you like this.” The soft lilt to his tone is almost gentle, if he wasn’t threatening you with a knife a minute earlier. “Crying like a baby until you get what you want, hm?” The ruffling of clothes is enough to have heat come up onto Mibuchi’s face, resolutely boring his eyes into the doorframe instead of you. Akashi can’t be serious. He clears his voice, and the Captain sighs. “So how long have you been in love with my wife?”

“Huh?” He looks up to see the way you’re holding the undone shirt to your chest and barely keeping your modesty, and Akashi giving him a blank look. “I- I’m not-”

“Sure you are. Just look at her.” He apraises you from his spot beside the bed, and runs his long fingers along your jaw and shoulder with a little breath. “She’s absolutely perfect. Aren’t you, baby? My beautiful little doll.” The kiss he lays onto your lips is genuinely soft, and loving, and a cold spike comes to Mibuchi’s spine at the sight of you melting into the touch despite everything. “Always perfect for me…” Akashi whispers, and then straightens up. “That’s exactly why I can’t let you go.”

He turns over his shoulder briefly to look at Mibuchi, and then sighs. “You should take a seat. I’m going to remind my little whore wife exactly who she belongs to- you sit and be quiet, understand?”

He can’t bring himself to answer verbally, but at the pleading look in your eyes -the one currently eating him up as much as it is sending hot flares down his body- he slowly takes the farthest corner of the bed and sits. Your eyes don’t manage to make it to his as Akashi unclasps your arms from around you and peels the last of your soft top off. His eyes flick down instinctively, he can’t help it, and makes his mouth a little more dry. You’re - beautiful, embarrassment coloring your cheeks and ears and chest with obvious humiliation that only makes the redhead hum. “You’re so pretty.” His rough palm comes under your face to grab it and force it to turn. “Look at Mibuchi, isn’t this what you wanted?”

“N-no,” you whimper, but bite your lip hard, and your chest rises and falls rapidly.

“You don’t like being watched?”

“You know I don’t,” your voice comes out soft, but there’s an edge there that only makes Akashi’s mouth twitch, as he forces you to uncross your legs. He starts work there too, peeling off your shorts down beautiful smooth thighs. The noiret tries to stop himself from watching so intently, he truly does, because it’s clear you hate every second that he stares. But — fuck, your little whimpers are making his heart race. He’s just a guy, and the stress, and flood of adrenaline is betraying him now. Once your shorts and panties are off, Akashi just watches for a moment, and you take a deep breath. “You can’t bully me into liking it, Seijuro.”

He barely reacts. Brushes his rough thumbs along your tits and over your nipples, and pushes you back on the bed. “Shhh. We’re having a moment, baby. I didn’t want to do this, you know?” Akashi speaks like he’s cherishing you with his lips hovering yours, nudging your one thigh apart to make room for his hand as he runs two fingers along your slit. “But you make me. You’re just a stupid, dumb girl acting out because you want to be reminded of who you belong to, hm?” You shiver, and he spits onto his hand to start grinding his rough palm against your pussy as you close your eyes.

“No. No, I don-”

“No? You did this with Aomine,” he sighs, working two of his thick fingers inside you and you wiggle and hide your face into your shoulder, “and you did this with Kise too. But you’re still here. You just like getting your pussy fucked hard when you make me mad. Say it.”

“Ah- Seijuro, I-” His fingers curl in you, and your back lifts off the bed as your mouth opens into a silent moan. “Ah, ah— I like getting my pussy- fucked h-hard,” your voice is barely a whimper, but it’s quiet in the room save for everyone’s labored breathing as the slick sound of your pussy gets messier and louder. As you’re curling your hips onto his hand and resisting the urge to really fuck yourself onto his fingers, he pulls his shirt over his head and reveals the hard on covered by flimsy basketball shorts— and you let out a squeak. “Seijuro, ‘juro, I feel- mh-” You can’t even string a proper sentence together as he grunts, and traps your poor clit against the fleshy part of his palm.

“You should apologize for using Mibuchi,” Akashi softly says, a faint little grin on his lips that shows the glee in his eyes even more. “Go on.”

“But I— I didn’t use- ah, ahh-fuck.” Your wetness is glistening every time Akashi pulls his hand back and forces long fingers back in you- and you stuff the fabric of the gag back between your lips just to bite it hard as your tits are squeezed and he pinches your clit until your thighs shake. Then you cry, and open teary eyes to the man still frozen at the end of the bed. He doesn’t want you to look. To notice the shame pooling in his gut. “‘M sorry for using you.” Your snively look is too much.

Akashi hikes one of your thighs to your chest as he pulls his cock out and only shakes his head a little in disbelief, before lining up and pushing the drooling, red head in one hard pump inside. You whine out, and he licks his teeth as he grabs your throat and squeezes. “Needy fucking bitch. If you want to get your cunt fucked harder, you- should-” Each thrust slaps hard against your skin and hikes you further up, tits bouncing as your hands grab his forearms. “learn- to ask. Now Mibuchi will have to fuck his fist thinking of you, hm? Your- ugh- fault.”

His cock grinds deep inside your belly, hitting that spot good enough that you can’t open your eyes. Your ring glitters like your slicked pussy does, and the silvery tears on your cheeks. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you shake your head and sob, biting down on your puffy lips hard and clinging on. You look sorry. But with each thrust and squelch of your pussy taking Akashi as deep as you can, that look gets a little more faded. Maybe you're good at forgiving and forgetting.

You certainly look it.

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Kuroko no Basket will always have a special place in my heart, and this is one of the reasons why:

Her. Aida Riko. Everything about her makes KnB the best sports anime to me.

No, 'cuz the fact that this beloved sports anime made the coach of the main team a woman - a 17 year old girl at that - made a huge difference in the show for me. It's such a pleasure to watch Riko have just as much passion for the game as the team, for her to be such a key character in an otherwise widely male-dominated anime genre.

She makes sure to push the team to improve, doing everything in her power to make make them go past their limits (the roofrop ceremony, breaking Hyuuga's figurines, getting Mitobe to block Kagami etc), she always makes sure to get their spirits up, even if it doesn't always work out (getting them to go eat steaks, the lemon with honey slices), and she does what's best for them, even when they don't like it (pulling Kiyoshi from the Kirisaki Daiichi game, subbing the first year duo out, putting Furihata against Akashi).

Like, she's such a smart and relatable and real character??? The fact that she also gets her romance with Hyuuga, but is done so organically, and they're such good friends?? The fact that they rely on each other as coach and captain?? The fact that they founded the club together?? Plus, she is still able to have a deep friendship with Kiyoshi with no romantic tension or friction between the three of them?? It shouldn't be this refreshing to see a female character like this, but it is, which is what makes Riko so amazing.

And she's not the only one.

Momoi is also such a great female character that you rarely see in these shows. Yes, she's the feminine manager of an enemy team, but she's just as much part of the Generation of Miracles friend group as the others are, despite not being a player. The fact that she gathers information about their opponents and comes up with strategies to highlight her team's strengths and shut down the enemies is incredible. She also has a crush on the main character that is obviously unrequited, yet it's handled so gracefully?? She is who she is despite her feelings for Kuroko, and I love that for her, because instead of following Kuroko to Seirin, she chose to stay with Aomine. Her loyalty to her childhood friend is so strong and so pure that she never gave up hope that Aomine would find his love for basketball again. That he'd smile again– that she'd get her old friends back.

Truly amazing.

And an honorary mention goes to another female character whom I wanted to see more of:

"Kagami was written by a woman," yes, because Alex Garcia made Kagami, bitch. That's her son you're talking about. Alex being the one who taught Kagami basketball is so badass of her. She's Mother.

Let's hear if for the female characters of Kuroko no Basket!!! The rest of the sports anime world could never!!!

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·˚ ༘ 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒐 ➪ fluff, shy!black reader, black!reader, reader gets nervous a lot 😣

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ミ★ 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 It’s been awhile since I’ve updated but I’m really starting to lose motivation for writing 😕, so I apologize for late updates but I will try to give you guys short stories, something you guys can read that’s new from me but good news Is we’re almost at 1k followers :)

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❝ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 ! ❞ - 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

line up: kuroo, miya twins and akashi.

❤︎︎# — 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 you had a crush.

a fat one at that. It was a captain..with black hair, bangs covering his left eye, eyes that looked like a cat and went to nekoma..kuroo testuro. you've been crushing on him for the past year and but never had the courage to ask him out on a date. the team knew of your so called crush on their enemy team absolutely despising you liking their captain. they tried to get you to like someone else who was BETTER than that jackass..tried so many times but failed seeing how you look at him.

every training camp they have with the different schools you're always googling at him with heart eyes. It was disgusting according to yū. but you didn't care, all you cared about was him..the boy you had fell for. straight heart eyes as you watched him play against the team, kiyokō advised to you to talk, just ask him out on a date but being the shy and quiet girl that you are you couldn't! I mean you do have his phone number from the last training camp but even so you’re still nervous!. how could you talk to someone like him?! he was so..so perfect. such a gentleman, so sweet and kind— then there's you. an absolute klutz whose shy and quiet.

you sighed from your thoughts In your hand as your cheek rested on your palm watching the teams play. you tried to keep your eyes away from him but you couldn't..the way he played was so attractive. your eyes drooped as a small smile formed against your face. you were so lost In a love gaze you didn't notice you had a job to do, tobio looked back to get your attention but groaned face dropping as he saw you googling at him again. short after all of the team looked at you. "y/n." daichi said but gained nothing. you were gone. tsukishima grinned, drinking from the water bottle shaking her head, "seems like our shy manger Is In love with the captain." he teased gaining groans from everyone, "how could she possibly like him!?." hinata asked, glancing at you getting shrugs.

"who knows, but our little bird Is spreading her wings~." tanaka joked, flapping his hands as a motion of bird wings. "yeah right. she can't even have the courage to ask him out." nishinoya stepped In, "everytime he's In her point of view she gets lost In a daze like he hypnotized her!." he pointed behind him. "y/n!." sugawara shouted catching the other teams attention, nekoma turned around at the sudden shout, kuroo who raised a brow feeling a stare set on him. his eyes roamed to meet yours who glanced away last second jumping up In surprise from the yell. "y-yeah!?." you seen your team look at you with blank stares feeling embarrassment cover you. "we've been calling your name for the past two minutes you know!." nishinoya said annoyed, nodding your head. "yes! sorry..I got lost In my head. a lot of thoughts you know?." you tried to lie your way through but everyone knew It was a lie, all groaning and sighing shaking their heads.

"well now since we have your attention. we lost the game, which means we're on cleaning duty." out of all things cleaning duty..? when you tried to say something you got shushed, "If you try to complain we'll sit you out from helping with the next game." your mouth dropped, as they began to walk away having to chase after them "aww cmon guys! wait!." from the other side of the game, kuroo kept a glance on you with a small snicker. so cute. kenma who was beside him raised a brow at the sudden laugh, "what are you laughing at?." he mumbled catching his attention, shaking his head.

"nothing."

——

after dinner karasuno had to clean the dining hall as their punishment for losing three games In a row. tsukishima, yamaguchi, ashai and nishinoya were on trash duty, daichi, and sugawara, were wiping down tables, kageyama and hinata doing dishes— arguing as always as you, and kiyoko were sweeping the floors. It was plain silence apart from the distance yelling and Insults from Kageyama and hinata, focusing on sweeping the floor getting lost In your thoughts. going back to him...his brownish eyes that stared back at you made butterfly's flutter. even If It was for a second you couldn't help but geek over It. but you also had a pent up heart. you’ve been liking him for so long, even now you don’t have the courage to ask him out on a proper date. kiyoko noticed you were deep In thoughts raising her brow, "what are you thinking about?." you snapped out of your thoughts. "huh? oh! nothing." you gave her a smile, but even behind that bright smile of yours, you had other feelings behind It. kiyoko shook her head placing the broom down grabbing a hold of your hand dragging you some place. you look confused dropping your broom, forced to follow her out the dining hall.

"Is It about him again?." she asked finally letting go of your hand with crossed arms, you looked at her with a craze face. "what?! of course not—." "y/n." she warned, and you sighed with a small pout. "ok fine. It Is about him. but I can't help It kiyoko! he's just so..sweet and so kind..he's a gentleman! he's cute, he has nice eyes, a nice smile— any girl would like a guy like that!." — "and If a girl liked that guy so much, you should ask him out, no?." you shook your head waving your hands In front of you. "w-what?! I can't do that, I barely have the courage when he speaks to me!. I get all shy and I go quiet. how could I possibly ask a guy like him out on a date?! what If I'm not his type? what If he thinks I'm weird? what If—!." — "y/n! listen to yourself. you’ll be fine, just talk to him. you said he’s sweet right?.” you nodded your head, “then go talk to him!.”

talk to him..

talk to him?!

how can I talk to him when I'm like this?! when will I get a chance to even talk to him?. ugh! liking boys Is strange. you sat up from your futon ripping off your covers to go outside the room, you opened the door to scope the halls out but when you didn't see anyone you quietly walked out closing the door behind you. to clear your head you decided to roam the halls, something you would do when you had troubled nights. It was dark and quiet, It felt peaceful, giving your mind to rest. It has been a few minutes since you left your room, 11:34pm to be exact. Its been a few minutes 5-10 since you left the room deciding to head back before you got caught by daichi again..you remembered the first night when you were out In the halls and he came out of nowhere! daichi was a strange man..but he was your best friend.

smiling to yourself at the thought you continued to walk back to your room but didn’t notice anyone else coming. when you continued to walk, the footsteps faded In, feeling a presence behind you and a small yawn after. you turned around to see— kuroo?!. he was In a white shirt, black shorts with his hair down. kuroo squinted his eyes with another yawn, "y/n? what're you doing up?." heart began to pound, you weren't prepared for this!!. "uh..I just— I was just walking around?." from being a freak show of lies, you couldn't find yourself to do It now, just turning away from embarrassment.

kuroo who raised a brow In confusion but turned lightly red seeing what you were wearing turning away with wide eyes, quickly avoiding you In respect clearing his throat. "then, I'll be on my way then yeah?. goodnight y/n." as he began walking away your heart started to pound. was kiyoko right? If I like him so much I should just ask him out.. your heart sped up more and more as anxiety breached In. this could possibly be your only chance considering you won't see him that much tomorrow. ugh! when kuroo brushed passed you, It felt like time slowed down, throwing a hand to grip his hand catching his attention. he didn't say anything but he didn't let go of your hand which surprised you but shook your head.

you looked nervous. the grip you had a hold of his hand tightened taking a small deep breath In and out. "I-I was wondering If you would go on a date? with me?." silence. your heart dropped not getting an answer possibly thinking you've embarrassed yourself, quickly letting go of his hand with an awkward smile, you rambled, "you know what, just forget any of this happened. I wasn't even here! goodnigh—!." soft lips Interlocked with yours, widening your eyes In surprise. surprised the guy you liked kissed you. you closed your eyes savoring the moment placing a hand on his cheek, tilting your head to the side to deepen It hearing a soft groan. the grip he had on your waist trailing up slightly up your shirt to grip your waist better, a shiver went up your spine feeling his cold hands on your skin. he was so gentle with you.

the moment only lasted a few seconds, before kuroo was the first one to pull back with a sluggish grin, "does that answer your question birdie?." he teased pulling back fully seeing your shock state with a chuckle, "I have your number so I'll text you. goodnight birdie." he walked away. you felt like screaming but you didn't, quickly walking back to where you and kiyoko were sleeping. when you got to your sleeping bag you Instantly cuddled your pillow touching your lips with a giddy smile, "he kissed me.." his lips were so soft and sweet..the movements and hand placement on your hip made you have butterflies. he such a curse took to you..

damn you kuroo testsuro.

❤︎︎# — 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮 & 𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 there was no doubt you caught feelings for them both. atsumu and osamu. the miya twins and might I add the two famous faces In school. you were friends with them both, really close friends actually. during the time being with them everyday and talking with them everyday you've developed some feelings for them both, they were different In their own way. osamu was more on the chill side as atsumu was more of a jackass but nice In his own way. to be honest no one expected a thing from you..not even them! except your best friend. kita. the very first person to greet you when you first came to the school, kita was very Intelligent and Imitating In a way, he was able to read you like a book while others couldn't. he knew you liked the twins which he absolutely supported but he was wary around atsumu, he was a nice guy but let's his ego get the best of him.

like I mentioned, atsumu was a jackass. If you annoyed him In the slightest bit he would get Irritated with you and say the most ridiculous thing to you to shut your mouth up, he had an attitude like a angry grandma who got disturbed In his sleep. so when you first met the twins you were scared of atsumu till osamu reassured you and Introduced you both, and now you're all best friends!. talk and walk everyday, most students would question If you’re In a relationship with one of em or both of em. you could only wish for the possible but you doubt they would like you. they only liked you as their friend.

which sucked.

but as long as you can keep this with them you're fine. for the twins, they were really easy to read, but you being too naive and oblivious didn't get the hint. whenever osamu would take you out just one on one you would think It's a hang out but reality he thinks it's a date. osamu knew you thought It was a hang out not wanting to make anything awkward so he stayed quiet not willing to correct you, leaving him with his own thoughts and delusion. for atsumu he was..odd? he would blabber on and on about something, complimenting you everyday, "y/n looking good!." "you know, you should wear your natural hair more. It looks cute on you." "you have such pretty eyes you know?." you thought It was sweet of him to compliment you everyday but It Irritated kita that the fact you weren't catching on.

he didn't wanna say anything wanting you to figure It out yourself but GOD how patient he had to be with you. atsumu would make It very clear he wants you, osamu was lowkey about It but still made It clear. but It wasn't working!. you liked them, so much yes. but you just don't wanna assume and embarrass yourself when you decide to confess, like you did last time with a guy you liked In middle school..gives you the chills. but overall they were also waiting for a perfect time to confess, with nationals coming up they've been busy non stop with practices. for a straight month you guys haven't talked that much or walked home together. you do admit, It was getting lonely walking home and eating alone without them.

the twins have tried to make room to spend time with you but It could never be fulfilled due to strict orders from their coach. and with school work they have to be passing In order to play at nationals which gives them less time to hang out out after school. students took notice of this beginning with rumors, like, "did they finally get sick of her?." "I can shoot my chance!." "haven't seen them together In over a month.." "did they break up?." It aggravated you of how much these Idiots didn't know a thing about what's going on but you didn't let It get to you continuing to go about your day..It was towards the end of school, going to your locker to grab your stuff, replacing your school shoes with your normal ones walking towards the front gate, as you were walking humming along the tune that played In your ear buds you heard a crowd forming. you stopped In your tracks raising a brow, taking an ear bud out to hear the chaos, It was coming from the gym?

Is everything ok? you decided to walk over overhearing loud voices you recognized, It was the twins. and they were fighting..yet again. you pushed past the crowd to take a look for yourself and was surprised to see them In a psychical fight? aran was pulling atsumu off osamu who was being held back by yuto, "If you weren't so terrible today maybe this wouldn't had happened!." atsumu yelled, osamu who growled In responses wiping his mouth, "people have their off days dude! just because your mr perfect doesn't mean everyone has to be at the same level as you!." "then quit!." was the last thing atsumu said, pushing aran off him as he stormed away, you assumed to the locker rooms, osamu staring In disbelief but scoffed walking the other way.

what just happened..

aran sighed watching him storm off, turning around to see you stand there with confusion. "hey..y/n." he said awkwardly, waving at him with a thin smile, "what happened?." you've never seen the twins get Into a psychical fight before, It kind of made you upset seeing them that mad at each other. aran sighed shaking his head, "for the past week they've been off their game, atsumu serving sloppy sets, osamu making mistakes left and right. no one knows what's going through their heads, and during practice today It triggered them both off." off their game huh?. "I'll go check on them. thanks aran." you gave him a warm smile before walking towards the locker room, luckily no one was In there but him, opening the door with a small knock. "tsumu?." nothing. but you walked In anyway, turning around the corner to see him on the bench face covered with his hands.

you could see some faint red marks probably from rubber warm being on the gym floor and some small bits of dark red. was he bleeding?. "tsumu." you said again and this time he looked up, he was bleeding. you sighed walking towards him, as he followed you with his gaze standing In front of him taking his face Into your hand. he was bleeding from his nose but It wasn't bad, "you're bleeding you know." you tried joking with him but got nothing feeling your heart race, you bit your bottom lip, using your thumb to wipe away the bits off his face but he hissed from the stingy sensation pulling his head away from you, "I'm fine, y/n." he said with a harsh tone, eyebrows furrowing. "tsumu—." you tried but got Interrupted by him giving you a glare, "I said I’m fine! would you just buzz off somewhere else!." he yelled at you. that was a first. you didn't say anything but took a step back bringing your hands to yourself with a short nod.

"I'll leave you alone..but you could've asked a little nicer." when you walked out, you made sure he heard the loud slam flinching from the sound sighing deeply to himself falling back onto the bench. when you left you felt awful wanting to go home and..cry but you knew osamu was still here. you were going to feel bad If you didn't check up on him so you sucked up your feelings and walked to where osamu went. when you walked to another part of the gym you see him sitting down on the ground with his head hung low, you smiled softly walking quietly over to him, kneeling down, grabbing ahold of his hands. osamu looked up to see you staring at him with soft eyes. you didn't say anything but examined his face, he wasn't beaten up that bad, just minor scratches and a busted lip.

"you okay?." you finally spoke up, osamu shook his head with a scoff squeezing your hands, "not really." he spoke In a low tone, sighing. "you know I hate when you two fight but to the point where you guys are putting hands on each other? what's gotten Into you both." osamu sighed, finally making eye contact with you. "with nationals coming up and everyone being on edge..I guess It built up frustration and stress." unlike his brother he's more calmer and willing to talk about his feelings, It made you mentally sigh In relief that they weren't like each other, hearing some communication from the other half put you back In a better mood. "and today during practice we were playing really sloppy we ended up getting mad at each other which lead up to that." he shrugged, "but I'm fine." he reassured, you nodded slowly still feeling a little down about what happened with atsumu.

you knew he could get In a mood but you didn't expect him to do It with you. osamu noticed your mood was down, squeezing your hand, "what's wrong with you?." he asked noticing your face, you looked up from your thoughts shaking your head, "nothing! I'm f-." "y/n." you sighed In defeat. "fine. when I went to check up on atsumu..he was all upset and mad he ended up yelling at me. but I'm ok!." he yelled at you? what an asshole, osamu scoffed but didn't let It take too much over his emotions just bringing your body down towards his, hugging you. you were surprised from the sudden movement but stayed comfortably In his arms. you were so warm..the comfort he gained from you calmed him down a bit. you guys had stayed like this for a few more minutes, osamu pulling back just enough to see your face.

you were so beautiful.

you always have been, pretty e/c eyes..he doesn't know what took over him but he started to lean In, like being hypnotized you started leaning In too, before you knew It. your lips locked with one another, It was a slow and gentle kiss bringing your hand to place on his cheek, tilting your head to deepen It hearing him groan quietly. osamu pulled you closer to his body, kissing you back with a sweet taste. for a few more seconds you were first to pull back with a soft smile, "didn't know you were so bold." osamu rolled his eyes at the tease, pecking your lips again, "had to take my chance." It was your turn to roll your eyes, "you dork." he smiled leaning down to kiss you again, he's been waiting so long to do this, he felt relieved.

after the whole thing at the gym, walking you back home with one last kiss. It was quiet In their room. osamu on the top bunk, atsumu on the bottom staring at the ceiling with frowns on their faces. thinking back tot he fight atsumu started to realize what he did, when he calmed down In the locker room he Instantly felt bad for yelling at like that. and the fight with samu? hitting his own brother took a toll on him, he felt Instant regret but being stubborn as hell he didn't say anything. osamu was jus as stubborn but more mature than his brother, but not liking the tension In the air he sighed, "tomorrow you should apologize to y/n. you messed up dude." atsumu sighed, turning to his side to face the wall, "I know.." osamu raised a brow looking down, "wanna play smash bro's?." It was silent for a bit before atsumu answered. "yeah."

It was there Idea of making up, playing video games and slowly getting back to how they were. but as they were playing the game osamu took a pause, "hey bro?." he said, atsumu looking at him with chips stuffed In his mouth with a raised brow. osamu looked at him In disgust but shook his head, "I ended up confessing to y/n. well, I kissed her—" "you got to kiss her?! dude!." he said with his mouth full hitting osamu In the arm who hissed looking at him with a glare, " It was In the heat of the moment!. but that wasn't all I wanted to tell you..I think you should also confess to her." "so kiss her like you did?." he hit him In the head, atsumu pouting at the hard hit. "no you dimwit. jus, when you're apologizing confess to her."

he told him to not kiss you but he was going to do It anyways. stubborn as usual. the next day at school he seen you at your locker getting ready to leave for the day, the entire day he tried to talk to you but always got caught Into something, unlike osamu he got to hang out with you..like you guys were a couple. It pissed him off, but he was at fault here. when he finally got a chance to talk to you he felt his stomach drop, he was nervous. what If you don’t wanna talk to him? or you hate him??? as the steps got louder the more he started to feel nervous. when he made It behind you, he cleared his throat. "hey y/n." hearing his voice you paused your hand, you didn't turn around fully but just turned your head to look at him, he looked nervous. "hi atsumu." ouch. he slightly pouted not hearing his usual "tsumu!." but shook It off, scratching the back of his neck, "about yesterday..I'm really sorry for yelling at you. after the fight and practice I got so pent up with frustration I took It out on you and..I shouldn't have. so I'm sorry." hearing his apology your eyebrows knotted together with a frown, turning fully around with crossed arms, "do you mean that?." he nodded his head, placing his hands on your arms, "I do. plus I have something else to tell you." before you could ask what It was, you felt soft lips ontop of yours. your eyes widened but you slowly relaxed In his touch kissing him back.

very clear as day both twins like you back.

what a day.

you trailed your hand up to wrap around his neck as his hands grabbed your waist pulling you closer to him. he was so lost In the kiss, he didn't realize he was getting a little rough, you groaned a little trying to keep up with him. a few seconds or more, you pulled back out of breath staring at him with wide eyes. atsumu just grinned finally getting his chance to kiss you, "I like you—like a lot! I don’t know how many times I’ve tried to tell you but I really like you y/n…both me and osamu actually.” he gave you a childish smile, “and If you’re willing to go for It, would you be our girlfriend?.” you thought this day would’ve never came. from all the excitement that rushed through your body you jumped Into his arms, going back to kiss him. atsumu was surprised a little but smile In the kiss hugging you back,

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

❤︎︎# — 𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 "so you like the quiet guy huh?, why not just ask him out? I don't know what the big deal Is anyways." he said tossing the ball over the net for you to spike It back down with a huff, "because tetsu, It's not that easy!. I can barely talk to him what makes you think I have the confidence to ask him out??." grunting as you jumped up Into the air to spike the ball back Into kuroo's hands who sighed, "this might be your only chance, If another girl who likes him you're gonna lose your shot. so take It while you have It. plus! we're stuck with each other for a whole week, make It count." he threw the ball back over, you groaned going back up to spike the ball back down with a heavy thud hitting the floor, flying past kuroo's leg.

"there you go! a few more of these and you’ll catch up to me!.." you rolled your eyes placing a hand on your hip, “funny. but let’s not forget who’s an ace and who’s not cat brain.” kuroo poked his lip out In a joking way, “no reason to rub It In ms. ace.” you gave him a small laugh, seeing the ball go up In the air smacking air back down doing a like shot, few more of these and I might be able to do these In real games. going to go for another— "I see you’re getting better at spiking y/n?.”." crap! you paused mid movement having the ball bounce on top of your head making you stumble a bit but quickly stood up straight with a smile on your face waving at him. "hey akashi!." you side glared at kuroo who grinned looking back at akashi waving as well, "hey man, care to join us? you can set y/n a few balls.” no no no— "I don’t mind." fuck. you growled under your breath looking back at tetsuro who gave you a thumbs up and a wink. great. what a life.

after hours from the practice matches, bokuto, kuroo, akashi, tsukishima and you were all In the gym practicing. you and bokuto were practicing your spikes as tsukishima and kuroo were practicing blocks. you were trying to not get distracted from the fact your crush was In the same room as you, setting balls your way!. being the best ace In japan, best spiker nation wide, your spikes were all sloppy and messy right now!. kuroo noticed this with a raised brow but stayed quiet watching further notice. when akashi set another ball your way, your hand came In contact with the ball a strong stingy pain shot through your palm as you spiked It down, the loud smack didn’t come unheard by akashi who looked concerned. “fuck.” you grumbled to yourself, clenching your hand to yourself. It hurt like a bitch, you unclenched your hand to see Its red, what Is up with today. one minute I was doing good with my spikes then the moment akashi comes In and joins, being my setter I stumble like a bee! crushes are the worst.

akashi took notice of your pained face walking over, “you okay y//n?.” he asked and you quickly clenched your fist back nodding your head, “yeah, I’m fine.” by the look on your face he didn’t buy It, being the good friend that he Is, took your hand with his unclenching It. It was really red from how hard you hit the ball, but he gave you a reassuring smile, “this happened to me before, Ice and cold water should help.” before you knew It, you were dragged out the gym Into the cold night walking towards the main building. his hand wrapped softly around you wrist gave you butterflies, his hands were so warm and soft. when you two made It to the nurse room, you sat down on one of the beds watching him grab a bowl and some Ice from the freezer putting It In the bowl, filling It up with cold water. l

when the water filled to the top he stopped the water, carefully carrying It to the bed you were sitting on. when he placed the bowl beside you he grabbed your hand, gently putting It In the water. you flinched with a small hiss feeling the stingy pain again but relaxed seconds In with relief. It felt nice. you looked up to make eye contact with akashi, “you really know your stuff huh?.” you questioned with a small smile, akashi looked up with one of his own looking back down focusing on your hand “when I was little my mother would always do this, so I just picked up from her.” he answered checking your hand again to see the It swell down a little, you nodded your head slowly watching his movements. for the rest of time waiting It was silent, neither of you were talking. It was quiet.

too quiet.

from the time being, you felt akashi pull your hand from the water, placing It on the towel to dry It up. once It was dry he reached over for the bandages to begin wrapping your hand. his movements were soft and gentle not wanting to make It too loose or too tight, when he was finished he placed It down carefully on your lap. “how does that feel?.” you lift your hand up closing It and opening It, you still felt some pain but not as much as you felt before, “feels good.” you mumbled placing your hand back on your lap seeing him shake his head too, “you should be careful playing on this hand for a few days.” again you nodded your head starting to feel nervous, nervous over the fact you two were alone In a semi dark room. the lights from outside was the only light source coming Into the room, even In the dark he looked so pretty..his greenish teal eyes were so bright and mysterious, your gaze formed with his as you guys looked at each other. the distance between you both was so close you guys could kiss at any given moment, was kuroo right? should I just ask him out??

akashi realized how close you too were, having a small blush form backing up a little clearing his throat, “I’m glad I was able to help, but—!.” when he had gotten up you grabbed ahold of his hand with a tight grip. he looked at you with confusion still with red cheeks, you looked really nervous. “uh..before you go I was wondering If you would..like to go on a date sometime? I-I really like you but I didn’t wanna ruin anything between us— but kuroo said to ask now then later before another person took you away so—!.” the way you rambled out on and on was cute. he always found It cute when you would ramble, or— when you did anything really. akashi was quiet sure, but he was really observant, he caught on with everything. the way you ramble when you’re nervous, fiddling with your fingers when you’re focused, the slight high pitched tone you have when your upset with something— akashi smiled leaning back down taking your hands with his cutting you off from your thoughts. “I would like that.”

did you hear that correctly?.

“wait, really?!.” akashi nodded with a small smile, “yes, I’m sure.” you didn’t know how to act or what to say. damn rooster top was right.. akashi noticed you couldn’t say anything probably due to excitement, smiling himself, “It’s getting late now, but I’ll see you tomorrow.” he gave your cheek a kiss before standing up to leave heading back to his assigned room where his teammates were. you were sitting there with a excited heart and big grin on your face,

maybe confessing wasn’t so bad after all?.

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Lucky at Love - Akashi x Soulmate! Reader

Akashi Seijurou is used to the idea of an arranged marriage. He is used to the idea of a marriage of convenience, to a choice that is not his. So it's not that much harder to get used to the idea of having a soulmate.

After all, not all people have soulmate marks. Not all people with soulmate marks actually find each other. And in that small group of people... not all fall in love.

Love is a broad term. Respect is so much easier to understand.

Yet, and he only ever thinks about this in his most vulnerable moments, he loved his mother. And though it's sometimes hard to understand, he knows he will not be able to hold back against this feeling. If he marries someone he does not love, he does not know if he will be able to keep up the facade in the face of love.

So he does what he does best. He researches the shit out of every possible option - if he were to use Ryota's language.

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What he doesn't expect in all his calculations, is to meet you on his first day at Rakuzan, clipboard pressed against your chest as you listen to his speech.

It's cliche as hell. He's the Captain and you're the Manager. His father is one of Rakuzan's biggest sponsors and you're here on a scholarship. He's confident and you're not... He's in love and you're pretty much clueless.

Akashi knows, weeks before he spots the familiar mark on your neck, that he doesn't care.

He thought himself a rational thinker, not overly emotional, yet he's fallen so hard for you he's forgotten how to get up.

"You need to drink more water," he tells you gently as the heat beats down on all of them. "It's no good if our manager succumbs to dehydration."

"Of course, Captain," you respond, seemingly unaffected as your hands touch when you hand him his water bottle.

God, he's hopeless.

Flirting is hard when you've never had to do it before.

Everyone else already loved him for who they expected him to be. All he had to do was keep up the expectations.

-x-

"Are you okay?" You ask.

The rest of the team had advised against it. Losing the Winter Cup, especially against an Underdog Team like Seirin, had shaken the Captain pretty hard. He'd still been in there when Mibuchi left as the last of the team, gentle hand on your shoulder trying to lead you away.

"He needs to be alone for a moment," he'd told you but you just smiled and nodded and told him you'd see him in school.

Akashi is... exceptional. Probably always has been.

You'd been unable to keep from researching him, watching hours after hours of old Teiko games, heart beating faster every time you spotted his blurry red hair.

There's something about him that keeps you on your toes, heart beating faster, breath catching in your throat.

It's not just his looks, you know, because you'd hoped it'd only be that. No one, not even the guys on the team, can deny that he's attractive. Your hand had brushed his hair barely once and you're still unable to forget it, the silky texture, the bright red.

There's also the fact that he doesn't ask for attention, he just gets it. He never gets flustered, or nervous, or scared. Even faced with the harsh reality of half the team quitting because they didn't want a first-year as a Captain he didn't despair.

He treats everyone with respect and you, the manager, with kindness.

How could you not fall in love with him?

And then there's the fact that he's your soulmate.

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His fingers twitch in his lap. The strap of your bag is digging into your shoulder.

"You haven't lost often, have you?" You ask, lump in your throat. "I know your stats."

His soulmate mark is on his left shoulder. You'd seen it once by accident, at your second-ever training when some ass "accidentally" poured his sports drink over Akashi's jersey.

You wonder if it tingles right now like yours does whenever he's near. You wonder if he'd care if he knew. Not that it matters right now.

"This is my first." He says, eyes on his hands. His voice is empty.

You take a seat on the bench opposite to his, heart quivering in your chest.

"I'm sorry," you tell him, because you are. "I know it must hurt. It hurts me too. But..." You swallow. "I don't think it's that bad. Everyone loses sometimes. And it's better to lose one game than your life, right?" You're not sure what convinces you to say the next words. But they're out of your mouth before you realize it.

"I heard bad luck in games makes you lucky at love..."

His head shoots up so fast you fear it's going to give him whiplash.

His eyes zero in on you and you have half a mind to wonder how they seem to have changed color - or at least one of them did - before he speaks.

"Do you mean that?"

"Huh?!" You ask, surprised by the intensity of his tone.

"Do you mean that? That I'd be lucky at love?"

You blink.

"You're Akashi Seijurou," you tell him, voice quivering with emotion, "Who could not love you?"

He says nothing for a long moment. Then, the movement so painstakingly slow it hurts, he pulls his shirt off his shoulder.

"Do you love me?"

my Kofi if you want to tip me

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Bokuto Kōtarō: Chocolates

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: 0.7k, fluff

• Giving chocolates on that special day of the year was more entertaining that you thought it would be.

Warnings: None

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Chocolates.

That's all.

In a small, elegant box.

Yet they weighed a ton in the clutches of your fingertips, so much so that you'd almost dropped them twice and cussed yourself for the ridiculousness of it.

Shaking your head you near stumbled into an awaiting Akaashi, the second year immediately noticing the special addition.

"You're certain about this then (L/n)-san?"

"It is Valentines Day. It's a tradition to give gifts right?" You weren't sure if you were trying to convince Akaashi or yourself but the former chose not to mention it in favour of being supportive.

"Of course."

You'd both heard him before you'd seen him, the chocolates awkwardly behind your back with a panicked smile plastered on your lips.

"Hey hey hey! Good morning (Y/n), Akashi!"

"Morning Bokuto. I've got to get to class, see you (L/n)-san." Akaashi was quick to evade and painfully ignorant to your desperate silent curses.

"Eh, what's with him?"

"Aha no idea, upcoming test mayb— oh what do you have?" A plausible excuse was midway until you noticed a pouch in his pocket.

"Valentines chocolates from a second year, what do you have?"

"Nothing! And that's really nice of them."

"I'm just grateful for the food. But you're hiding something behind your back! What is it?" Bokuto swiftly jumped to your side, yourself immediately moving. "Hey wait— quit moving I just wanna see! Did you get gifts too?"

"It's nothing, I gotta go Kōtarō! Bye."

Miraculously you'd dodged and evaded his attempts before racing down the hallway to freedom.

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Unsurprisingly by lunch he'd received dozens more, with his reputation and athleticism he was popular, and his approachable personality added to that. The only confusing thing being that he'd presented a majority (if not all) of the confectionary to his teammates.

You only realised this when walking up to their table, a cutesy box immediately held out to you courtesy of their manager.

"What the...?"

"From Bokuto, said he had too many~" Yukie boldly informed, opening another chocolate whilst indicating you take one too.

"Yukippe you can't go telling people I gave their chocolate away, they might get upset." Bokuto leant over the table, 'subtly' whisper yelling his concerns as Yukie remained unbothered.

"It's just (Y/n)."

"Well they can know, but that's all. I would've felt worse if peoples’ hard work went to waste so take some too." The statement was a cross between a child keeping a secret and the consideration of maturity. The duality of Bokuto Kōtarō.

Still, if his chocolates were going to Fukurōdani VBC anyway, the inevitable embarrassment may be less evident if you were only adding to the sweet-fest.

"Hey, Kōtarō can I borrow you for a sec?"

Eagerly he was by your side as you retrieved the gift box from your bag.

"Here, I made them for you. Figured you could share them with the team too."

There was a moment of pause, and you swore the entire table had fallen into entranced silence and held their collective breath in anticipation. Suddenly sparkling golden irises met your surprised ones, and before you could question it you were embraced into a tight hug.

"Thank you so much! They look awesome, can I eat them now?"

"Sure, they are yours." You confirmed with a small laugh.

"Hey Captain, let's try one of those." Konoha gestured to the newly acquired item with a subtle smirk that made you think he was up to something.

"No these are from (Y/n)!" They were protectively pulled to his chest with a glare sent to the entire table.

"You had no problem sharing the others."

"These are special to me." The captain stated a matter-of-factly, nodding to you for emphasis.

“You mean (L/n) is special to you.”

“Of course they are! What kind of dumb comment was that?”

It seemed the intended jab from Konoha went straight over his head when he’d claimed it as common knowledge much to everyone’s warming bemusement. They said nothing more about it though, falling back into welcoming conversation whilst Bokuto pulled you down next him at the table and offering a chocolate to you.

“What? I’ll share anything with you, take one so we can try them together.”

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Rakuzan Training

warning : face fucking, training, praise kink, strap on, gagging, handcuff, anal, dacryphilla, marking, orgasm denial, eating out, mommy kink, usage of puppy & good boy, fingering, nipple play, riding, light bondage, cock ring, mentions of milking, mistress kink, sex toys, mentions of begging, size kink

Akashi

"Such a good boy, hm. Gonna fuck that pretty little mouth of yours until you learn how to use it properly like any good boy should." Running a hand through his perfectly styled hair, ruining it as you slowly thrusted into your flesh tone strap into his mouth as drool and tears slipped down his pretty face.

"Mmm!" He gagged as the tip hit the back of his throat, trying to push further down the tight tunnel of his throat as his tongue sloppily teased the toy.

Seeing his heterochromia eyes staring up at you as they watered, trying to pull back to breath but you gently pushed him back down and told him to breathe through his nose after stopping  your hips. Your hand trailed down the side his face until you reached his chin to cup it before pulling out once seeing him struggling more and he was more than glad you did so as he coughed slightly, you gently made him look up at you with a soft smile because he looked so fucked out it was as if the cold and terrifying captain wasn't the at your mercy, he looked submissive and lewd with the tears and drool smeared all over his face and red puff lips that were ready for your strap once more. When he seemed to calm down, you order him to open his mouth once more which he did just that, tongue out as his eyes glared up at you but you just hummed while tapping the saliva dripping tip on his tongue before sliding it back in with one good rash thrust; Akashi gagging and blinking back new tears in hopes to finally please you good enough just so you would fuck his other hole which was aching to be touched.

Leo

The handcuffs clanked against the metal headboard with every jolting movement that was made as he tugs on the metal tightly, his thighs were pressed against his chest while you thrusted deeper into his hole and it was enough to have him lose all sense once your strap hit the deepest part in his ass which had him seeing stars. Your lips curled into a cocky grin when you watched his eyes rolled back and his moans turning into lewd screams of pleas for you and you were more than pleased to see your beautiful boyfriend reduced to a blubbering mess under you and the small purple and blue marks painting his skin were proof of the night. The strap hit his prostate which had him arching his back and crying out, dick twitching and throbbing as the knot in his stomach was threatening to snap which you noticed by the shake in his thighs and the quivering in his lips so you stilled your hips. Leo was brought back to reality and he stared up at you with his teared filled eyes while whimpering from the loss of friction.

"What? No. Mommy please fuck me! Wanna cum ‘o bad 'o please fuck me!" He began to cry as your hands slipped down his thighs down to his ass, giving it a soft squeeze.

Smirking, you leaned down slightly to taunt him knowing he would try to kiss you which he did but you moved away and chuckled to see him out more, "Awe, my poor baby wants kisses and to cum, hm? Well, if he can hold back from cumming then he will get all the kisses he demands." You purred, wanting him to learn to follow orders clearly but he whined in protest. 

Hayama

"You clearly don't know what you're doing but don't worry Puppy. Mommy is going to teach you just how to eat her." You cooed as his tongue fumbled around in your sopping cunt.

He whines softly into your core before pulling away to look at you with a pout, "I'm sorry Mommy.." He looked away from you in disappointment. 

You smiled softly at him before running a soothing hand through his golden hair, telling him that it was alright and you were going to make sure he mastered the said task. Gently pulling him back to your cunt, your free hand did a v shape to spread your puffy lips which he stared at with hunger. Hayama was hungry for your taste once more and after reassurance from you, he wanted nothing but to be drowned in your pussy so he quickly sucked at your clit which drew a soft hum from you before telling him to slip a finger in. Without hesitation, he sunk his index in with a groan at how your gummy walls sucked the digit in and he slowly thrusted it while he slowly swirled and flicked your clit on command, slowly mentally jolting down every sound and praise for later. Your hips rolled slightly against his face when he pushed his middle finger in, curling them with every moan you let out and the hand in his hair pushed him further into your pussy while the other moved up to pinch your nipples.

Nebuya

His deep groans and growled echoed in the quiet room as you bounced on his thick dick, taking it deeper despite it stretching you completely to the point you are sure it will break your small pussy. His hands pulled and yanked around the red rope behind him in an attempt to escape the bounds but it was useless and it made you let out a breathy laugh before you moaned into his ear. He was growing more irritated at the lack of touching and you knew it so you nipped at his ear while your hands slipped behind him and gripped his wrists, taunting and teasing him about how desperate he is. Your hips grinded down in his lap, gummy walls squeezing him tightly as you came the third time and it was enough to have him weakly thrusting up into you and groaning about wanting to cum but everytime he did, it only made you still your hips while telling him he'll have to withstand the cockring the while time. He glared up at you as you sat up and gasped when his tip kissed your cervix, making your fingers dig into his wrists and causing him to have his second dry orgasm.

"Oh fuck. I'm never gonna get used to how big you are," pressing your forehead to his as your eyes flutter shut while bouncing faster, "You stretch me so good baby, too good. Such a big 'ol cock for me to fuck and milk." You purred.

His eyes rolled back when you started to circle your hips, drawing invisible circles slowly with every movement, "Just for you and only you Mistress." He let out a breathy moan.

Mayuzumi

"Mommy... Mommy can I.. Can I please cum?" He whimpers, hips bouncing steady on the clear dildo as his leaking dick bounced against his lower abdomen.

You looked up from your laptop to see him drooling and shaking as the toy abused his hole, lube and saliva dripping from his hole as he sinks further down onto it. He needed to learn how to ask permission to cum so you decided to have him do it while you typed up notes for class and it seemed to make him more whinier from lack of attention from your end just based on the pool of precum under him. You pressed save before closing the laptop and turned your full attention to your poor boyfriend, licking your lips at the sight of his shaking and hunched form on the floor as he tried to bounce faster on the toy despite his arms ready to give out from the oversensitivity of being denied his sweet release. His hazy blue eyes fluttered up to you as he pouted up at you when seeing you not giving in to his desperation so he decided a different approach, placing both arms behind him and bounced faster as his head was thrown back and loud lewd moans left his pretty lips. 

"Hmm? You want to cum?" You pressed your index to your chin and pretended to think hard before smirking and resting your chin in the palm of your hand, "You gotta beg better than that pretty boy. I just know you can do better than that."

[thewritetofreespeech]

Hi! I'm here to request a headcanon for my favorite boys from KnB!! How would GOM + Kagami react to gn!reader getting injured while playing basketball with the boys?

GOM + Kagami injured s/o headcanons

Akashi

Akashi smirked to himself as he watched the ball swish through the net, completing the play. Another flawless move in his expert strategy on the court.

He turned around to look at his teammates for the practice game, and was surprised to see them not in awe of his skill as usual, but instead their attention surrounded by his s/o on the ground. “What happened?”

“My ankle….” [Y/N] wheezed as they held their leg to their chest.

Akashi’s eyes went wide. The ankle break. He didn’t even realize he was doing it until he whoosed past them. They must have fallen wrong due to him tripping them up and gotten really injured.

“Go get a nurse.” He ordered to another teammate, and they all rush off in tandem to find a nurse (or escape his sharp gaze). “[Y/N] I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you.”

“I know. It’s ok. I should have known since it’s your signature move.”

“My signature move is not hurting people.” Akashi rebutted, and placed his hand over theirs. “Let me take a look, before the nurse gets here. See what we’re dealing with.” It didn’t look bad at all, but as far as Akashi was concerned their might as well have been a knife sticking out of it.

There certainly one sticking out of his heart.

Aomine

He couldn’t hear anything when he went in the Zone.

It was just him, the basketball, and the hoop.

No one else mattered, or seemed real, when he went into this state.

Aomine came out of it a few minutes after tapping in. This game wasn’t that serious, and honestly didn’t need the Zone at all. He’d just been pissed off that his teammates had been taunting him in front of [Y/N], and decided to teach them a lesson.

“Damnit Aomine! How could you do that?”

“What Bakamatsu?” He clapped back at his fledgling captain. “Remind you that you’ll never be as good as me?”

Wakamatsu growled through gritted teeth. “You idiot! Is that really all you can say after what you did to [Y/N]?!”

Aomine got a surprised look on his face and finally looked down, where Ryu was crouched next to an injured [Y/N] on the ground. “Shit!”

“You really don’t care about anything back basketball, do you?” The blonde teen scolded as he rushed to their side. “Not your teammates. Not your training. And apparently not even your s/o. You just blitz right past them and put your shoulder right into ‘em.”

“You shut up Wakamatsu!!”

He doesn’t remember any of that. He’d gotten pretty intense when he was in the Zone before, but he never fouled anyone. ‘Shit’ he thought. Why’d it have to be them if he ran into anyone? “You ok?”

“Yeah. I’m ok.” [Y/N] replied as they tried to sit up. Holding their head where it had clearly taken a smack against the hardwood after the push. “I don’t think I’m bleeding.”

“We should still get you to the nurse to check you out.” Ryu insisted.

“I’ll do it.”

Aomine as already on his feet and helping [Y/N] to theirs. Escorting them to the nurse and all but carrying them out of the gym.

“That idiot.” Wakamatsu growled again once he was gone. “All that talent and he’s still just a reckless moron.”

Kuroko

It was just a friendly practice game between teammates and friends. Or at least that’s how it started.

Inevitably, and when dealing with high level high school athletes like the Serin club, it got more & more competitive as the game went on.

Kuroko’s team was only down by a few points. Something they could easily make up if they just buckled down and kept up a good defense. That’s where he came in.

The ball was past to him and Kuroko was about to Ignite Pass it right back out to Kagami, when [Y/N] suddenly stepped in the way. It was too late to stop the play and the ball instantly went flying across the court. Right into [Y/N] and knocking them off their feet.

“[Y/N]-kun!” Kuroko shouted (or…as much as his quiet voice allowed him to shout) as he rushed to their side. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah. I think so.”

They winced a little when they sat up and clutched their side. Clearly in pain where they ball struck them. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s ok Kuroko-kun.” [Y/N] said in response to his apology. “I should have been paying more attention and not gotten in the way. Sorry.”

“It’s no one’s fault. Accidents happen.” Riko said. Everyone having come over after the incident to check on [Y/N] and see what happened. “Let’s get you on the bench with an ice pack for now though. I think that’s enough basketball for today.”

“I’m sorry everyone.”

All the team members wave [Y/N] off. Some making a vague excuse that they were tired anyway. Kuroko still felt bad though and sat beside [Y/N] for the rest of practice while the other team members practice shots or hung out. Not wanting to leave their side, even if they didn’t notice.

Midorima

Midorima was usually a very calculating person. He had everything planned out, strategized, and prepared to move forward before he made his first step in the morning. How he played basketball was no different.

Aside from his impressive 3 point ability, he also had incredible foresight on how the other players were going to react & behave. Which made it very easy to counter in most cases.

This was of course impossible to do with his impulsive s/o, [Y/N].

He wouldn’t admit that he was hurt when Takao and [Y/N] teamed up against him in this little game. Nor that it made him play more aggressively. When the point guard stole the ball from one of his teammates, and was getting ready to pass it to [Y/N], Midorima saw it clear as day and leapt forward to block it.

However, he did not anticipate how far [Y/N] was willing to reach for the ball; a ridiculous amount in his opinion. They ran right into him and both landed on the hardwood with a hard smack. Midorima able to correct himself pretty quickly, but [Y/N] landing face down.

“Ouch! You ok [Y/N]-chan?” Takao asked as he jogged over towards them.

“I think so.” [Y/N]’s muffled voice called out before they sat up. Their nose bleeding.

“Aw man!” Takao bemoaned before he ran off to get some towels.

“Is it bad?”

“Not that bad.” Midorima replied. Pulling a handkerchief, todays lucky item, out of his pocket to hold against their nose. “That was a totally reckless thing you did.”

“You ran into me.” [Y/N] replied. Their voice comical with their nose held to stop the bleeding. “I would have had it if you didn’t try to wall me off the pass.”

“I was trying to intercept. You were the one that went completely off the line. Where you trying to rugby catch the ball or something?”

“So what if I was?”

Midorima scrunched his mouth, perhaps not to laugh, and removed the handkerchief. “There. It stopped.”

“Thank you Shintaro-kun.” They replied. Making him smile, even if their face was bloody.

“I got you some water.” Takao said. Literally re-entering the conversation. “That can’t taste good in your mouth.”

“Thanks Takao.” They rinsed out their mouth and stood up. “I’m gonna go wash up. Sorry for messing up today’s lucky item Shintaro-kun.”

“It’s not important.”

[Y/N] smiled and trotted off to the bathroom. Midorima stood there, holding the handkerchief for a moment, before he went to throw it away. It didn’t seem very lucky anymore, and he didn’t want to be reminded of it either.

Murasakibara

His size had always been an issue for him. Even as a child.

Consistently bigger than all his peers and classmates, Murasakibara had to be careful he wasn't too rough with anyone or else they would get hurt. Except when it came to basketball.

His size was for once a true advantage when he played the sport. It was one of the reasons he kept playing, so he could be seen as an asset instead of a giant inconvenience.

Today, however, he didn’t feel like playing. So he was using his size as a petty form of compliance.

Standing on the court, as instructed, he just stood there and used his size to take up space. Like a muttering stone wall Murasakibara just stood there while everyone played around him. Just waiting for the game to be over.

“I got it!” [Y/N] called out. Catching the ball and dribbling down the court. The opposing team tried to catch up to them to steal, and they looked back for just a moment before colliding into Murasakibara’s ‘wall defense’. Ending up on the ground while he barely registered the shove.

“Are you ok [Y/N]-chin?”

“I think so.” They replied as they sat up. Wincing a little as they had clearly tried to catch themselves with their hands, and tweaked their wrist a little.

“[Y/N]-chin is hurt.” Murasakibara said. Seeing an opportunity. “They need to go to the nurse.”

“I think they’re ok Atsushi.” Himuro told him. Having jogged over in the commotion.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” [Y/N] agreed.

“They need to go to the nurse.” Murasakibara repeated and immediately lifting them up with one hand.

He walked off. [Y/N] almost dangling behind him at his pace as he made haste to get them to the nurse. “You just wanted to leave the game, didn’t you Mura-kun?” [Y/N] asked, once they were out of ear shot.

“It can be two things.”

+ Kagami

It was no secret to anyone about Kagami’s enthusiasm for basketball. He lived, ate, drank, and breathed the sport.

Although he loved the organized nature of the sport with his Serin team, he also loved the free nature of street ball; and the happy memories it brought back to him from his childhood.

He was especially excited when he got to play with [Y/N].

They weren’t on a team like him, or perhaps as traditionally skilled as other players, but they did love the sport. That was all that mattered to Kagami. As long as you loved and appreciated the sport, you could always play in his opinion.

The other team they were playing on the street court was very good, but having a hard time keeping up with Kagami’s moves. He’d dribble the ball in circles around them. Make a fast break to blow through their defenses. He even dunked a few times.

His adrenaline was really up, so when he was passed the ball again he quickly spun around to try and drive it up court again, but saw [Y/N] trip over another play in motion and slide across the asphalt.

“[Y/N]!” He shouted. Immediately dropping the ball and running over to them.

“Oh man, I’m really sorry! It was an accident!”

He barely registered the other player’s apology as he looked over [Y/N]. Falling on asphalt sucked. He would know. Their legs and arm where they took the dive was all scratched up. Portions of it starting to bleed, but nothing too serious. “Come on. Let’s get you home and cleaned up.”

“But the game….”

“Who cares about the game?” Kagami growled at them. Helping them to their feet and moving their weight onto his side to take pressure off the one they fell on. “Your more important than some game.”

He took [Y/N] back to his apartment and cleaned them up with his first aid kit & bandages. They spent the rest of the afternoon there. Watching basketball instead of playing it. Which, in his book, was still a good afternoon.

[active-mind-15]

Oh yeah, I would think that by 3rd year, he would come so far in his self-healing journey, so he's way less hard on himself. I would think that whoever he chooses as vice-captain that year would do well to take a lot of burden off Akashi's shoulders, so he's not spending extra time doing paperwork after club hours or ensuring the team is making progress.

Furihata, Takao and Sakurai will be captain of Seirin, Shutoku and Too in third years. I feel it in my bones

[active-mind-15]

In fact, now that I'm talking about Nijimura and Akashi, I've always wanted to write a scene about their first conversation after getting back in touch with each other.

I feel like Akashi would at first avoid talking to Nijimura because he's afraid to tell Nijimura everything that happened in the past two years and thinks Nijimura would be disappointed in him if he found out that Akashi apparently "ruined everything". And so he puts it off for time until eventually Nijimura calls him first because he had been getting back in touch with the rest of the Teiko gang and finally got around to Akashi.

Maybe Nijimura already knows that stuff went down after hearing from the other people in the Teiko gang (or maybe he heard from Himuro and he realizes that Himuro is playing basketball with and against all of his former juniors) and takes Akashi off-guard by apologizing for not being there. And Akashi, who was originally going to apologize to Nijimura first, is at a loss for words.

There are many ways I think that convo would go down, but it would be interesting to delve into the guilt Nijimura felt putting all that weight on Akashi's shoulders before he was ready and Akashi's sense of duty in taking the burden off Nijimura. Because Akashi deeply related to Nijimura's issue of having a sick parent and probably couldn't in good faith make Nijimura choose between basketball and family after Akashi had to deal with the aftermath of his own mother's death. He wanted to be the support system he never had.

But at the same time, Akashi would probably feel like he didn't live up to Nijimura's expectations and would apologize anyway for not being a good captain. I'm sure Nijimura would find a way to reassure him that regardless of everything, he did the best that he could, and that would always be deserving of praise.

I know I'm just rambling here, but I've always kept it in the back of my head because I can imagine the first conversation after months of not talking would be jarring on both ends.

Or maybe it could be that this is a face-to-face convo where Nijimura comes back to Japan briefly to visit family and surprises Akashi (and the rest of the Teiko gang). I would also love to write a scene where his Rakuzan teammates see the difference in how Nijimura treats Akashi vs how everyone else treats Akashi. That might be fun. Either way, I'm saving this idea for later.

[lamnwar]

GOM + Kagami AS GIRLS // KNB Headcanons

no one asked for this, I just thought about fem!aomine one random night back in february and then my mind started obsessing about the concept of fem!gom bc I'm a woman lover first, human second Warnings: it's some genderbend hcs so description of fem bodies, some of them are men haters (as they should 😘), mention of various sexual orientations bc ain't no way some of them would be straight, that's mainly it I think?

AKASHI

fem!Akashi is a QUEEN let me say that first

she's so gracious and smart and pretty omg!! no one can top her

small but so potent, she'd have everybody kneel on her path

fem!Akashi has the most lucious red locks out there, walking shampoo commercial fr

she keeps them long and sometimes tie them in a neat low ponytail

has bangs! (that she cut herself during a mental breakdown but shhh no one can know that she is actually insane)

wear luxury brands because she's a rich girl but has quite a sober look

fem!Akashi is captain of almost all teams/club she's in, and that's because she's a natural born leader (that much wouldn't change)

definitely the kind of girl every other girl fawn over because she's just so perfect, you know?

Doesn't date because she has the highest standards ever for men and she's still not aware of her attraction to women (it's ok boo, you'll get there eventually <3)

manages to look royal even when she's all sweaty in the middle of a basketball match

MIDORIMA

tall, gracious, and has a mean face

but she's also like... stunningly beautiful under her permanent scowl (it's her crazy long eyelashes!!!)

the smartest girl you'll ever meet, she's a walking encyclopedia

ALWAYS has manicured hand, but never wears extensions/crazy colours

that's why it's quite surprising to most that she plays basketball given how much time she spends caring for her nails and hands in general

a bit of a diva, ngl

she just assumes the world should give her the princess treatment and you know what? she's kinda right about that

maybe she's a bit mean, but she's flawless outside of that

rumours have it she's dating fem!takao (fem!takao's the one who spreaded the rumour because she's very blatant about her crush on fem!midorima)

she's not addressing the rumors (she kissed fem!takao once and refused to face her feelings)

has a pixie cut with a 7:3 split that makes her look like these super classy businesswomen, if you get the vision

now... this need to be addressed; my girl has been blessed by the big titty fairy

constantly fighting with fem!aomine for staring too much at her chest

KISE

OF COURSE fem!kise is absolutely gorgeous who are we kidding

a model, who might be on the path to become an idol, too

has absolutely everyone head over heels for her

not to mention that she has that cute, girly look that makes her look so doll-like

and on top of that she's good at EVERYTHING

effortlessly charming, you can't hate her

even the jealous ones are somewhat secretly fans

is that eyeliner or the natural shape of her eyes? we may never know but she's got very enticing eyes

gorgeous blond hair that are kinda wavy, which makes her look like a princess

is a LESBIAN she's for the girls ONLY literally such a woman lover, she lives breathes eats women

has that kind of relationship with fem!aomine where she flirts with her just to see her get flustered because she knows she's exactly fem!aomine's type

I mean... pretty face, hourglass figure, a good D cup, she's THAT girl

yeah... she's just perfect

AOMINE

fem!aomine prompted all this btw

I just started by stating that she's in the itty-bitty titty committee and that makes her live in perpetual rage

especially because fem!kise, fem!midorima and fem!kagami got blessed in that department and just... WHY??

why them and not her? :( (talking like these aren't my headcanons and I have all the right to decide differently)

little does she know that she's one of the hottest girls around

it's that constant scowl on her face and her love for low-waisted baggy jeans

(might occasionally wear a whale tail but that's only when she's trying to subtly seduce her enemies (fem!kise))

known for punching guys, she's their worst nightmare 😈

just can't stand men in general and finds joy in physically fighting them

but women? hehehe... women make her WEAK

she's so easily flustered by a pretty girl giving her attention

still a basketball head, because that's who aomine is across all universes

she likely has a fanclub from that, as I mentioned before she's popular

does fem!aomine also reads gravure magasines? not quite but she's found out about spicy romance mangas and that kinda does it for her

likely to live her whole life denying her crush on fem!kise

MURASAKIBARA

fem!murasakibara is of course the tallest girl in the vicinity everywhere she goes

kinda intimidating, if you'd ask me but she's actually super chill

she might have people question her femininity because of her build but honestly? she doesn't give a fuck

she's comfortable in her looks - yeah she's tall and muscular, but she likes herself that way

pulls the androgenous style like no one else, a walking bi-panic trigger (I'm the first one falling 😞)

you know that girl that walks around with an entire pantry in her handbag? yeah, that's her

likes wearing skirts! also shamelessly (wo)manspreads when wearing one

she braids her hair often, mainly because it's practical when playing basketball

rumoured to have an emo girlfriend (it's fem!himuro and they're not dating, just spending most of their time together)

she's a low-effort girlie and it sometimes frustrated fem!akashi has a 12-step skincare routine and doesn't understand fem!murasakibara's simplicity

regardless, she's effortlessly beautiful and she's totally chill about it

fem!kise enjoys putting makeup on her, because, I quote "she's got such an amazing face"

(I might have a crush on fem!murasakibara 👉🏽👈🏽)

KUROKO

secretly a sweet reviewer on instagram

ik it's weird to start with that but that's what I came up with first when thinking about fem!kuroko

discovered space buns on tumblr in 2015 and doesn't stop wearing them

she's that girl that always listens to music and reads at the back of the class

she's the cute type so she often gets attention from boys

doesn't mind dating but it's not a priority in her life either

that one girl that holds the group of friends together by being everyone's favourite

loves to hang out with her girls!! will tag along in all of their plans

need someone to practice basketball with? she's there. need someone to go shopping with? ask fem!kuroko. need someone to rant to? she's your girl.

also knows about all the GOM's love life because they all go to her to talk about it

imagine her seeing any form of fem!kise and fem!aomine interaction knowing damn well what's happening there hihi

just a great girl overall!

KAGAMI

fem!kagami... my beloved

she's scary in the best way possible

always by fem!kuroko's side and unknowingly becomes her bodyguard

the definition of tomboy! she's really not into traditionally feminine stuff

has a wolfcut because yes

another one with big boobs but she kinda hates it because it sometimes ruins her aesthetic, yk?

like, when she can't pull the oversize look because of the girlies and it's just SO frustrating

also not very practical with her powerful style of playing basketball

they just... get in the way

constantly fighting with fem!aomine over stupid stuff, is not scared to punch her if need be

the fact that she's an amazing cook is surprising to most because she's such a rough girl that doing something as intricate as cooking is out of character

and it's just as confusing to know that she often gives company to fem!kuroko when she's doing her sweet reviews

now to what we're all wondering... is fem!kagami gay?

the answer is yes. like fem!aomine, she's a man hater and a woman lover

she's just more comfortable around girls than fem!aomine

doesn't know how to flirt because her head's empty except for basketball

but she pulls because... come on! look at her! tall, pretty, muscular, she's just a catch

denies the fem!kuroko x fem!kagami allegations (ofc fem!kuroko is her precious pookie but that's all there is to them)

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

TELL ME EVERYTHING YOU KNOW ABOUT SENJU

Everything Everything? That's maybe a lot but sure

She is the leader of brahman and created the gang along with Wakasa, Benkei and Takeomi to beat Mikey.

Her full name is Senju Akashi however she prefers to go by Senju Kawaragi because she likes how mysterious having another name is.

She likes chocolate mint ice cream

Senju values her family a lot and wants them close by. This mainly seems to include her two older brothers, Takeomi and Sanzu.

She doesn't have any friends her own age when she meets Takemichi.

Senju loves festivals/ fayres and used to go to a specific one with Takeomi and Sanzu as a kid.

As a child she was constantly chasing after Mikey, Sanzu and Baji.

She was also raised by Takeomi (and partially her Grandmother since her dad worked a lot).

One time she took Mikey's toy plane to play with, accidentally broke it and then lied saying it was Sanzu who broke it. This caused Sanzu's scars and Senju to live with the guilt for years.

She blamed herself for Draken's death

Senju also hid her true fighting abilities from Takeomi as a way to protect him from corruption.

She spent a lot of time fighting and Benkei and Wakasa's gym and beat all the guys there. It's implied they helped train her.

Sanzu was the one who taught her to fight as a kid

She enjoys shopping

In one timeline she sacrifices her life to save Takemichi's

She's very good at switching her personality from fun to serious (much like Mikey).

In the final timeline she ends up being a youtuber with Sanzu.

In the final battle she takes on the role as 5th division captain of toman but in the good timeline she's the 5th division vice captain.

She gets told to be more girly often

She tried to make friends with Hakkai but he ignored her because she's a girl and Senju assumed he didn't like her.

She tried her best to stop Wakasa and Benkei from killing Taiju. She also had no idea why they were with kmg and looked kinda upset by it.

Senju once kicked Baji because she thought he was a random guy bullying Emma when it turns out they were just practicing martial arts.

Senju is ranked #2 on the worst drivers list

She is also ranked #2 on the best singers list

She is ranked #1 on the big eaters list

She is #3 on longest eyelashes

And is #1 on worst with words

As well as being #2 on the not needy when dating

She is 154cm, 48kg

Her birthday is the 10th of September 1991 (virgo)

A is her blood type

Everyone knows her as the unmatched Senju

Cherry blossom pink is her image colour

She likes to be conspicuous

She dislikes Takeomi when he intrudes

The octopus hold is her special skill

Antonio Inoki is her admired person

She is scared of no one

Her dream is to be a star

While in toman in the good timeline she's part of a group with Kazutora and Peh where they try to take down Mikey, she's the only one who's serious about it though.

She likes reading manga

Because Sanzu is often banned as the 5th division captain she seems to take over his duties a lot.

She hates getting wet

She lives with Takeomi (at least during the brahman arc)

She has a penguin plushie

She also has a lot of training equipment in her house

She has no problems taking Takeomi's card

[knbmangareread]

Kise getting reprimanded by everyone. The one saying "You waited too long, Kise you idiot" is probably Nijimura.

Aomine has darker skin, Murasakibara calls him 'Kise-chin', Haizaki calls him 'Ryota' and is also probably already out of the team at that point because Akashi is already captain.

It's interesting to see that Akashi is the only one not sweating at all (and maybe Midorima but that might be because the panel he is in is too small to add sweat), because as we see later in the series, during the Shutoku and Seirin matches, he barely sweats when he plays, unless it's the end of the match or if he was in the zone at some point. Had Fujimaki already decided that at that point? Or did he just want to deepen the contrast between Kise's panic and exhaustion and Akashi looking completely fine?

Kise calling him captain is cute, maybe it's to hide whether or not he calls him Akashichi outside of matches. We're not supposed to know how close the GoM was yet.

In just one panel it shows Kise freaking out a bit at the thought of being scolded by Akashi, this makes him seem more stern and scary than he actually was (at that point).

Bringing up the 20 points quota without letting the readers know the true reason behind it (keeping Aomine motivated) also make it seems like Teiko was already pretty bad when we know they still get along and play well together when it happens (i mean, the school was already bad but the miracles were still in good spirit). It keeps the fact that Kuroko is an unreliable narrator hidden for a while. At that point the readers have to believe everything Kuroko says is the unaltered truth, because that's what Kuroko believes too.

[erina-writes-headcanons]

Hello, how are you? ♡ Can I ask for headcanons with Akashi, Midorima and Imayoshi and how would they react with their partner who is Chinese and doesn't know how to speak any language and speaks very little of the boys' language? It would be fun to see their reaction when they see their partner speaking Chinese in front of them. Thank you so much if u see this and have a good day or night 😊

Akashi Seijuro, Midorima Shintarou, and Imayoshi Shouichi with S/O That Speaks Chinese but Cannot Speak Japanese

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Hello, there Anon. I try my best to make the portrayal of their character based on their personality and I would like to apologize for replying the ask late because I was focused on TOEFL as well as my Thesis. Warning: None Gender: Neutral

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Akashi Seijurou: Rakuzan High School

Surprisingly he can speak Mandarin because his father forced him to learn many languages. However, his Mandarin is not fluent, he can only speak broken Mandarin.

As his girlfriend/boyfriend, you luckily could understand his broken Mandarin and he would be glad that you are the one who taught him to speak Mandarin but in exchange he wants you to learn Japanese too.

A great excellent teacher who has lots of patience, doesn't get angry easily if you speak in a broken Japanese. He knows Japanese can be hard so he would teach you the basics of Japanese.

When you speak complete Mandarin, he could only understand some of the words and try to communicate with you but since like I said he has a broken Mandarin, there would be lots of grammatical errors.

If you get better in Japanese after he taught you some Japanese. He would make you learn Japanese at a higher level. He also wants you to learn Japanese so he can introduce you to his father.

In exchange, he would be willing to learn harder so he could be as fluent as you. He doesn't want to end up having a miscommunication and having an argument with you.

When he speaks with you and slips some Japanese words, he would immediately try to correct himself so you could understand what he was trying to say.

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(Y/N) walked through the halls of Rakuzan High School, the air heavy with the weight of academics and the excitement of approaching matches. As she strolled, her gaze was drawn to the familiar sights: polished floors, stoic paintings of previous basketball champions, and students scurrying around.

In the middle of all this commotion, (Y/N) recognised him: their/her/his lover, Akashi Seijuro, the basketball team captain. He stood tall and composed, commanding attention effortlessly. She approached him with a sweet smile, her heart racing with adoration. "你好(Hello)," she greeted in Mandarin, her voice a gentle melody in the quiet corridor.

Akashi turned to face her, his heterochromatic eyes alight with warmth. "你好," he replied, his Mandarin slightly halting.

A soft chuckle escaped (Y/N)'s lips at Akashi's attempt, finding his effort endearing. She/he/they reached out to take his hand, intertwining their/his/her fingers with his. "你今天过得怎么样("How's your day been?)" she asked, her eyes filled with genuine curiosity.

Akashi's lips quirked upwards in a subtle smile. "忙碌，一如既往。但见到你让它变得无比美好。(Busy, as always. But seeing you make it infinitely better,)" he replied, his voice carrying a hint of fondness as he spoke still in a broken accent.

(Y/N)'s heart swelled with affection at his words, feeling a rush of warmth spreading through them/her/him. Leaning in, she/he/they pressed a tender kiss to his cheek, feeling his warmth against her/his/their lips.

As (Y/N) recalled the little surprise she had prepared for Akashi, her smile widened. Holding out a small box adorned with a ribbon, she spoke in Chinese, her words soft but filled with warmth. "我给你带了一些东西，我不确定你是否喜欢吃甜食，但我做了蛋挞。希望你喜欢。(I brought you something. I'm not sure if you like sweets, but I made egg tarts. Hope you like them.)"

Akashi's eyes widened in pleasant surprise at her thoughtful gesture. Taking the box from her hands, he couldn't help but feel touched by her kindness. With a grateful smile, he responded in his slightly broken Mandarin, "谢谢你. (Thank you)"

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Midorima Shintarou: Shuutoku High School

Unlike AKashi, he doesn't speak Mandarin or Chinese so you had a rocky relationship together with him. He doesn't understand Mandarin and you don't understand Japanese. Neither of you two understands each other.

As a result, he would definitely buy a Japanese book for you to learn and he would also buy a Mandarin basic language book to learn how to speak Mandarin.

When he wants to speak with you, he would either use Google Translate or those translating apps that can translate your language immediately when they record your voice.

Forcing suggesting you use those apps too so he could understand what you are trying to say. He would make funny faces if the application gave funny results.

Also would try to learn how to speak Mandarin or Chinese with the correct tone because he doesn't want to end up saying something inappropriate or rude.

He would also teach you how to speak Japanese, especially Kanji. He would also teach you katakana, and hiragana, and teach you some Japanese grammar.

Not Surprisingly going to learn the Chinese zodiac signs (the signs throughout the year. Those dragons, tigers, monkeys, pigs, etc) and then lhe will learn about your Chinese zodiac sign.

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The sun streamed through the windows of the cosy café as (Y/N) sat nestled at a table, her/his/their focus split between her/his/their Japanese study materials and the warm aroma of her hazelnut latte. Suddenly, the subtle scrape of a chair drew her attention, and she glanced up to find her boyfriend, Midorima, standing before her. "嘿，亲爱的，你刚好来了(Hey darling, you just arrived in time)," she greeted in Mandarin, a soft smile gracing her lips.

Midorima, who used the translator, typed back the answer of your question after the translator gave the translation of what are you trying to say. "The café is near the school. Of course, I will arrive in time," the computer replied in Mandarin, his words carrying a hint of amusement beneath his reserved exterior.

(Y/N) nodded gratefully, mustering her/his/their courage to speak in Japanese despite her/his/their broken accent. "ここに来てくれてありがとう(Thank you for coming)," she/he/they said, her/his/their pronunciation a bit shaky. Midorima, secretly proud of your effort, nodded in acknowledgement, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "どういたしまして(You're welcome)," he replied in Japanese, his voice soft but supportive, appreciating your attempt to communicate in his native language.

(Y/N) suddenly switched to Chinese, asking Midorima if he wanted a hazelnut latte. "你要榛果拿铁吗？我可以帮你点, (Do you want a hazelnut latte? I can help you order.)" she/he/they said in Chinese, her/his/their tone kind and offering.

Midorima, not understanding Chinese, reached for his translator device and inputted (Y/N)'s Mandarin statement. After a moment, the device spoke in Japanese, translating her words for him. Understanding her offer, he nodded appreciatively. "はい、お願いします (Yes, please)," he replied in Japanese, his voice calm and composed as always.

Midorima, realizing that (Y/N) might not understand Japanese, decided to respond in Mandarin. "好的，谢谢你 (Okay, thank you)," he said in Chinese, expressing his gratitude for her offer. As (Y/N) headed to the counter to order Midorima's hazelnut latte, he took out his notebook and began to write down the basic katakana and hiragana characters. Carefully, he sketched each character.

Once he finished, he placed the notebook on the table, leaving it open for (Y/N) to see when she returned. With a faint smile, he resumed his posture, delving into his book as he waited for her to come back.

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Imayoshi Shouichi: Touou Academy High School

Since you don't understand Japanese but only speak Chinese, this is going to give him a chance to mess with you. Believe me, he would mess with you a lot.

I can see him understand a little bit of Chinese so he would teach you some Japanese words that actually have a bad meaning but he would say 'Oh, that means Thank you in Japanese'.

Once you actually found out, you could hear him snickering and you give him an unamused look. Now you have trust issues when he teaches you Japanese.

Sometimes when he speaks to you, he purposely slips in some Japanese words, especially the ones he did not teach you so you would be hella confused.

And if you don't understand, he would pretend to pout at you and says "Haven't I taught you that words? You don't understand?" This prick really gaslighted you and would laugh if you actually felt bad.

Despite all of the shit and giggles, he's not one hundred percent prick. He would be willing to teach you Japanese Literature if you don't understand Japanese and have Japanese Literature homework.

Also, if you did a great job and could start speaking in Japanese, he would actually give you some of your favourite snacks as a prize for your hard work.

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On an inviting Saturday afternoon, the café's cosy ambience enveloped Imayoshi and (Y/N) as they sat together, reading over Japanese textbooks. (Y/N), a new student from China, had just arrived in Japan and was eager to learn the language. She spoke barely a little Japanese, but her ambition to grasp it was evident.

As they pored over the pages of their Japanese textbook, (Y/N) paused, her/his/their finger tracing over a word she/he/they didn't recognize. "What does 'ocha' mean?" she/he/they asked, her/his/their voice tinged with curiosity.

Imayoshi, seizing the opportunity to playfully tease his girlfriend/boyfriend, couldn't resist a mischievous grin. "Ah, 'ocha'," he began, his tone deceptively serious. "That means coffee." (Y/N) furrowed her/his/their brow, a hint of scepticism in her/his/their expression. "Really?" she/he/they questioned, not entirely convinced by Imayoshi's answer.

Imayoshi nodded, his expression perfectly composed. "Yes, that's right. And 'kohi' means tea," he added confidently, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he purposely switched the meanings. (Y/N)'s confusion deepened as she processed Imayoshi's words. "But... isn't it the other way around?" she/he/they ventured, her/his/their uncertainty evident in your voice.

Imayoshi couldn't contain his laughter any longer, the mischief dancing in his eyes as he revealed the truth. "You caught me," he admitted, his grin widening. "I was just pulling your leg. 'Ocha' actually means tea, and 'kohi' means coffee." Relief washed over (Y/N) as she/he/they realized she/he/they hadn't been misled, a playful glint entered her eyes. "You're terrible," you scolded with a playful swat to his arm

Imayoshi's playful smirk widened at (Y/N)'s pout, thoroughly enjoying their banter. "哦，你知道这个意思了。这意味着你不再需要我了吗？("Oh, do you understand the meaning now? Does this mean you no longer need me?)" he teased in Mandarin, his tone light and teasing.

(Y/N) couldn't help but play along, her/his/their pout deepening as she pretended to be offended. "我需要你教我，别那么坏 (I need you to teach me, don't be so mean.)," she/he/they replied, her/his/their voice tinged with mock indignation.

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