#Sakurai Ryo

[knbzone]

[urmultideadfandomperson]

Me: *casually listening to this song*

The lyrics:

Truth, dare, spin bottles,

You know how to ball, I know Aristotle,

Brand new, full throttle,

Touch me while your bros play Grand Theft Auto.

It's true, swear, scouts honor,

You know what you wanted and boy, you got her,

Brand new, full throttle,

You already know babe...

My mind:

[hunterxmilo]

All the Baby no Basket pairs are finally together! More babies means more shenanigans however I think our new members will actually help balance out the chaos the GOM can create by themselves.

(Finally finished everyone and I’m so happy how they all look together! I’ve finally slowed down and have time to think about what to be drawing next plus some commission plans and other things that might be coming up in the near future! But don’t worry! I already have another Baby no Basket piece ready for Feb.14th and another planned for a following holiday!)

[wsknbfanaccnt]

Vol. 15 SOLO SERIES Sakurai Ryo

Quick Start

Ayamari Kinoko no Yuutsu (The Melancholy of the Apologetic Mushroom)

[ni-kol-koru]

[shigayokagayama]

why are they still making merch with sh- HOLD UP THEY GAVE TERU EARRINGS

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teru and mob playing the claw machine for the day 14 festival/carnival prompt of #mobtober2024 ! ⭐️🧸

this was so so fun to draw!! hope you like all of the different plushies >:]

[aokagasgf]

(AU: Kagami attends at Touou Academy instead and Aomine is absent for their basketball practice again)

Sakurai: Aomine isn't answering his phone.

Kagami: I'll call.

Wakamastu: we all have been trying to call him six times each, what makes you thi-

Aomine: hello?

Wakamastu:

Momoi: I’m not even surprised.

[hey-cringelord]

aomine and his two girlfriends

[shrkichigo]

Knb and pronouns

Knb and pronouns (repost 💔)

[hotwaterandmilk]

Ya Boy Kongming! by Ogawa Ryou & Yotsuba Yuto (Vol. 10, Kodansha USA, 2023)

[rixxxen]

touou my best boys

[raspberrylix]

me too buddy

[hunterxmilo]

The last baby has finally built up enough courage to join the rest of the others! Little Sakurai is hoping the gifts he picked from the garden will help him become friends with everyone and make a good impression on the black panther. 

You got this little cub!

[tetsunabouquet]

When Eyes Meet (Aomine Daiki)

A/N: Hello. Hereby my first Aomine Daiki story. I’m fairly certain this one is especially too long for a drabble, and it’s supposed to be a 1 part thing for sure so I suppose this should be better classified as a one-shot. My first official one. Yay. Basic Instinct part 4 will be posted after my next planned headcanon. These past few weeks have been very emotionally draining, so I’m sorry for the slow posts.  The soulmate concept itself is inspired by the American comic series ElfQuest and if this one-shot gets popular enough, I’ll make one about the rest of the GOM + Light & Shadow pair.  Murasakibara - Kise - Kagami - Kuroko - Akashi - Midorima For as long as mankind could remember, they had always had two names. One used by everyone, and one more intimate, special. The name of their soul. This was a name one would only share with their parents, perhaps a sibling or a friend as close as a sibling. But as long as people could remember having soul names, they could also remember the phenomenon that was Recognition. Recognition was when two people would lock their eyes, and somehow, they'd know the other's soul name. Recognition usually led to a lifelong romance. It was, as society dubbed it, 'the moment you knew you found your soulmate.' Many people had wondered how Recognition worked. There seemed no pattern, no rule. Some people Recognized upon first glance, others did after already knowing their partner for a while. Some even had known the person they Recognized since childhood. It just happened. Being the romantic type, you had always wondered just who you would Recognise. All Recognized couples looked so happy, it seemed like there was a superior type of romance about it. It made fairy tales with their talk about true love, make a lot more sense. You hadn't found yours yet, but you hadn't given up hope at all. In fact, you were actively chasing any guy who caught your fancy, in the hope it would happen. You had currently been crushing on one guy for over a year now. Ryo Sakurai. He wasn't in your class, neither this year or the previous one, but the two of you had been the only first years back at the art club, so you hung out during club activities. And, unfortunately... "Looking nice today as usual." It resulted in THAT. You glared as you turnt around at your classmate. Daiki Aomine, a simpleton who only ever had eyes for your chest, and Ryo's teammate at the basketball club, had been assigned to your class as second years. Because of your mutual acquaintance, you had caught his interest during the first day of your new school year, and he had been oggling your chest ever since. With a huff, you sat at your seat, which was right in front of him. How you hated your life.

Classes had went by with their usual monotonous pace. Almost none of the teachers at To-Oh really had a passion for their subject, and one could tell. They droned on the subject in a way that made you wonder if they were as bored being there as their students. You couldn't wait to go to art club, and you hurried your way to the club room immediately, not noticing a bored Aomine trailing behind you. You sat at your usual seat, putting your bag down and rummaging in it to find your favourite pencil brush, when it happened. The girl next to you accidentally dropped her paint all over you and your bag. You looked up, seeing a palette with way too much green paint on it that was made thinner with water, looking almost like spinache. The culprit was Eri Nakamura, a girl who irritated you to no end. She was a 3rd year, and the only one who didn't cared about art at all. Her stepfather owned some kind of advertisement company, and because Eri was his only child, he wanted her to have the proper skills to take over in case they couldn't find her a husband with the required skillset. Because illustration and photography were elements that came to play in advertisement as well, this was one of the extra curricular activities Eri was forced to participate in. Not that it garnered any sympathy, as Eri was a lazy, spoilt liar. Eri typically used the medication she took as an excuse. She'd often claim she was too tired to finish with her art because of the influence of her meds and was excused to go home earlier every single time. All of you had believed her, until Chika, your best friend who you once had confided in about Eri's superior attitude, had spotted her after school. Eri hadn't gone home, no, she had gone shopping with her big brother. And you did not believe it was just a random time where she had been lying. Last year, when the club was having an art exhibit alongside the other schools in Tokyo, she barely lifted a finger to wrap in the art projects your class would be displaying, and instead she had been on her phone and her sole focus was sewing the school's Kanji onto your club's painting approns. It had been planned on an unfortunate day, where almost nobody could actually go. Only you and Eri were available, and Ryo showed up for a few hours but needed to leave because of the Inter High. Eri left pretty quickly after Ryo did, claiming she was 'too tired' to continue. Leaving you as the only student to assist Kiryu-Sensei and his friend from his art school days that had come in assistance for the rest of the day. It had been a lot, and Kiryu-Sensei had sent you home a half hour earlier because you were about to collapse out of exhaustion. During the next art club meeting, when Kiryu-Sensei praised your efforts, Eri had butted and pointed out she had sewn the Kanji onto the approns that no one had actually worn. That moment had cemented one truth about Eri in your mind, she was the type who'd stand by to have you do all the work and then she wanted credit and praise for the one tiny thing she did, overshadowing the actual hard workers. She also often would leave her art supplies for others to clean up. You heavily disliked her. "Eh Ryo, Wakamatsu told me to...Ow," Aomine became silent as he entered the club room, taking note of you covered by watered down green paint. The entire room was silent for a moment, until Kiryu-Sensei approached you. "L/N-san, please don't panic. Does somebody had a spare change of clothes? I think it would be best for L/N-san to take a shower before the paint in her hair will dry." You tried not to panic at the reminder. Gosh, that would take forever to get out otherwise. Aomine stood beside you in an instant, surprising you. "My friend Momoi accidentally brought her spare uniform instead of her P.E. clothes today, she'll certainly allow L/N to borrow it." You blinked at your unexpected savior as you stood up, clutching your ruined school bag. "Awe, you're so sweet Aomine." Eri's nauseating voice breathed out in a flirty manner, making it even more tempting to punch her face. "Pfft. Are you going to apologize or what?" He asked at her, annoyance lacing his tone. This encounter was surprising you more with each passing second. Eri stared at him with as much shock as you felt, and turnt around to you. "Sorry L/N." You didn't believe it to be very sincere, considering drooling over Aomine had taken her priorities. "You better buy me a new bag, and pay me back the uniform costs." You huffed and spun on your heels, walking out of the room in case she wanted to protest, which you wouldn't allow her to do. No way that bitch wasn't repaying you. Aomine followed.

Aomine's earlier words had been true, Momoi had brought her spare uniform. You rinsed your hair under the showers at the girls locker room, the fumes of your anger blending in with the steam of the hot water. All the things you wanted to say to Eri were overflowing in your mind, and the frustration that you had mutual friends which ensured that you, on occasion, were forced to hang out with that stupid cunt. Her shocked and slightly dissapointed look had been the satisfying bit about your interaction with her. HAH! You viewed yourself being above the childish, 'Aomine doesn't like youuuu!', but still, somehow, him mirroring your annoyance made you feel satisfied. But why did it felt nice to have that pervert pick your side? Why did your heart flutter when he hunted down Momoi for you? Sure, he was attractive, but he was a pervert. One who'd even pointed out you weren't that far behind on Momoi in the chest departement, and seemed of a similar build so the uniform jacket wouldn't be too ridiculously big on you. You hit him when he said that, yet your cheeks were burning at the memory as you were alone with your thoughts. He was a pervert, that was for sure, yet, for some reason, he was also the guy who seemed to defend them from harm, wether bitchy girls or other perverts who couldn't keep their hands to themselves. You had seen him defend Momoi countless times. Now that you thought about it, it seemed rather intersting, almost like a paradox. 'Wait a minute, did I just thought of Daiki Aomine as interesting? That idiot?' You shook your head at the thought, water droplets flying into all directions. Yet, he seemed to seep in through the cracks of your fury, seemed to calm you down and get you to feel embarrassed at the idea he could be waiting outside of the locker room. Idea, or hope? You tried not thinking at all, and went to dress yourself. The thoughts of him only seemed to sink in further in your mind, and you tried to shoo them off. 'He's not waiting for me. I shouldn't be so silly. Why would he do that, he already fixed my issue. Besides, he had something to discuss with Ryo anyways. He mentioned Wakamatsu, so it must be about basketball.' You couldn't help but omit a small sigh, as you grabbed your ruined bag, which had dried by now, thankfully. As you made your way out of the locker room, your eyes widened upon the sight of an awaiting Aomine. You let out a small breath out of the pleasant surprise. 'Pleasant?' "Yeah, just like I thought. It's not ill-fitting." He eyed you up and down, and you looked at him. "Thank you for waiting for me, but I'm too emotionally exhausted to deal with your perversion." He chuckled, giving you a small smirk. "Don't worry, I won't do anything. Besides, I could have entered the locker room easily, yet I didn't, did I?" "No." "Did the paint leak through you bag?" He asked, surprising you he thought of that. "No," you answered once more, but with a slight smile on your face this time. "Good." His expression softened and your heart fluttered, your smile widening. 'Does Aomine actually have a soft side to him?' You wondered, as you searched his blue eyes for sincerity. 'They're actually a really nice kind of blue...' And as you looked into those eyes, allowing yourself to see Aomine without the usual judgement and caution, it happened. "Rehl?" He asked, his lips quirking up. "Imo?" You asked, the name coming to you all of a sudden before you began giggling out of happiness. Aomine was smiling broadly at you. "This is great. I had always been worried I'd Recognize a flatchest." You hit him, but more softly then you usually would do. "Go out with me on a date before you start making such comments. I told you I'm not in the mood, and Recognition did NOT change my mind." "Sure babe." He carried a stupid, happy grin on his face, but as you thought about it, you imagined you probably had the same expression on your face. "Do you have anything on Saturday?" You inquired. "I do now." He winked, and you giggled in response, high on the happiness. 'Seems I judged him too quickly. All this time of searching, yet judging him by his cover was the one hindrance.' You gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Sorry, for judging you too quickly." His cheeks carried a slight twinge of red as he escorted you back to the art club. As he talked with Ryo about the training camp the coach was planning, he kept glancing at you. Your cheeks were as red as his, no doubt. That's just the feeling, of finding true love.

[danielle-b]

✿⁠ ᴴᵒⁿᵉʸ & ᶜˡᵒᵛᵉʳ ²⁰⁰⁶ ✿⁠

【 ハチミツとクローバー 】

DIR: Masahiro Takada.