#and of course the other bit i wrote is kaijou

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restaurant au (wheeler sibs)

rewatching the bear thinking about my au idea where joey inherits his father's restaurant i don't really have things hammered out just yet but i did find some test pieces i wrote exploring joey and serenity's relationship to each other (and their trauma)

read it tell me if you like it might make me feel motivated to write more

Joey pressed his head against the window of Serenity’s car as they crawled through the streets of Domino. The old neighborhood left an unpleasant broiling in his stomach, a nostalgia that soured like milk. It’d been years since he’d been here, even longer for Serenity. The last time she’d seen this place, she’d been driven away in the backseat of a car as the two cried out fitful goodbyes.

Joey had already re-acquainted himself with his childhood stomping grounds. He’d come back the week before to clean out his dad’s rathole apartment and go through the mess of papers and receipts crammed into odd corners and underneath stale pizza boxes. He’d died right outside, too drunk to walk, and he’d tripped on the stairs before bashing his head into the sidewalk. The police had told Joey he’d died on the way to the hospital, saving everyone a lot of time. Joey was still listed as his emergency contact. The thought had burrowed between his lungs, making it hard to breathe. Five years without so much as a phone call, and Joey was still the only person he’d had.

A week of digging through the old man’s life. A week of trash bags and old photos and empty beer cans. A week wondering what he was even doing here. And then he’d found it, stuck into a stack of personal paperwork that had been crammed into a desk drawer so tight it’d barely opened. The address had been a familiar one, and the streets leading up to it even more so. Serenity pulled up to the curb outside and put the car in park. She didn’t turn it off. Her hands stayed on the steering wheel like the Uber driver onto her next gig.

Joey leveled his head to peer out the window. The place had changed enough. The corners had different stores on them, and the billboards were changed. They’d redone the sidewalk outside, and now it was coffee shops and microbrews. The small shop front stuck out like a sore thumb. It had been boarded up for years, so long the cardboard was peeling back, showing corners of the faded wall and dirty countertops inside. It was a restaurant. It had been a restaurant. Years and years and years ago. It’d been theirs.

Serenity didn’t take her hands off the steering wheel. She breathed in and out intentionally.

“It looks pretty bad,” Joey said.

She shook her head with a strained laugh. “I didn’t think it’d look good, Joey.”

He unbuckled his seat belt. “Are you coming inside?”

She looked for the first time. Serenity had been quiet through this whole process. He didn’t ask her to clean the apartment with her, or attend any funeral. She’d been empathetic and sorry since he first called her from New York, but she hadn’t been sad. As far as Serenity was concerned, she didn’t have a father, didn’t have to worry over one, didn’t have to shoulder any trauma from one. But they’d both been here. They’d both reached their little hands over the counter or played in the back office behind the kitchen. There’d been happy memories too. It was the first crack she’d shown on her face, the first tremor in her lips. She stared at the store front like it was a haunted house.

“You don’t have to,” Joey said.

“No,” she said and cut the car off. “No, I said I would.”

“You don’t have to,” he repeated.

“We’re already here, Joey,” she said and opened the car door.

The lights didn’t work inside. Flipping the switches didn’t do a goddamn thing. Joey doubted anyone had paid the electricity bill for years. Even in the dim space, with decades between the last time they’d been inside, Joey knew the way through the kitchen. He followed the line past the prep stations, around where the grill had been, where a sink full of dirty dishwater still sat stagnant. An alcove of lockers sat on one side, and a small door led to the back office. Ancient grease caked the walls and the stainless steel. The front wasn’t much better off. Dust covered everything. The vinyl seats were torn with stuffing eaten out of it. Bugs moved in his wake. Plenty of creatures had probably made their home here. Serenity’s phone cast blue light across the graying walls, leaving stark shadows around her.

“This place is a dump,” she said, scrolling through something on her phone. “I can’t believe it’s still here. You’d think the city would shut it down.”

“I bet he got letters about it.” Joey kicked one of the stools at the service counter. The scraping sound echoed over the tile. Sunlight peeked in through the cardboard on the windows.

“The rent in this neighborhood is crazy now.” She flashed the Zillow listings she was looking through. “Maybe someone would actually buy it.”

“Yeah.” He breathed out, eyes scanning the decay and rot. The dust made the place feel oppressive, and his chest tightened. “I bet someone’s been waiting to snatch it up.”

“I can’t believe it’s still here,” Serenity said again. She glanced up from her phone, and then her eyes went down again.

“It’s a mess,” Joey said and turned back around.

“It always was. You remember when we played here as kids?”

“I remember throwing raw hamburger meat at cars,” Joey said.

She laughed, slapping a hand over her mouth. “We did do that! I totally forgot. No wonder I’m a vegetarian now.”

“And they’d stuff us with fries to keep us quiet.”

“We were little brats.”

They moved back into the kitchen, using the phone light to navigate to the office. Their laughter echoed off the aged equipment. More paperwork was stuffed into more drawers. Joey’d never accuse his old man of being organized. Ledgers were kept with a language all their own.

“Did he ever let you work the line?” Serenity asked.

Joey shook his head as he opened a folder of what looked like overdue bills. Large red letters stared angrily up at him.

“I never worked the restaurant here,” he said.

“But it’s kind of where you got your start.” Serenity glanced at the empty kitchen. “You didn’t go to culinary school for no reason.”

“I didn’t go to sling burgers.” He tossed aside the folder and picked up another one. Names were side by side with numbers. Wages owed, he figured out. He doubted anyone had been receiving regular checks.

“It was really cool to see you in New York,” she said. “The whole meal I kept thinking, my big brother made this. I thought for sure they were gonna turn us away at the door too.”

He shook his head. “It wasn’t that fancy.”

“It was pretty fancy! Tristan wore a jacket.”

“He did that to impress you,” Joey said with a grin.

“Nah, he was worried the whole time we weren’t ritzy enough for your new friends.” She smiled fondly at him. “You finally made it to the big leagues.”

Joey was grateful for the shine of her flashlight, that he couldn’t quite meet her eyes. He opened the bottom drawer, and a heavy bottle clunked against the filing cabinet. He pulled it out, and the clear vodka reflected blue light. Half the bottle had been drank. The levity left the room at once, like all the air had been sucked out. Serenity turned her head away. Joey held it fisted in his hand, and for a brief moment he imagined cracking it against the desk so it shattered apart, spilling vodka and glass all over the floor. Instead he set it on the table and stood up from the chair.

“I don’t think there’s anything left here,” he said.

Serenity didn’t say anything, and he felt that weight pushing his lungs apart. He shouldn’t have asked her to come with him, but he didn’t think he could face it alone. The good times hurt worse than the bad sometimes. Happy memories wrapped his head in barbed wire. It wasn’t something he’d ever wanted his baby sister to feel, and yet he’d dragged her through the trenches with him.

And then she said, “Do you think there are any glasses?”

Joey rubbed his eyes. The glare of the phone was getting to him. “I dunno.”

“I know they usually sell this stuff off, but I bet there’s something. Bring the bottle.”

He followed her around as she opened every door and cabinet she could find. Eventually she managed two tupperware containers, rinsed with the water that shuddered out of the faucets. Clean enough for the both of them, they settled at the counter. Serenity sat so her feet rested on the stool, and she poured them each a shot.

“It’s been a fucked up week,” she said.

Joey didn’t respond. She hadn’t been the one digging through literal garbage. Avoiding drinking when working in restaurants was nearly impossible, though he did his best. But it had been a fucked up week, and standing in the wreckage of his childhood, Joey downed the shot in one go. Serenity shot hers back and poured them both another one.

“Did mom say anything?” Joey asked. He’d been dreading the question, but now seemed as good a time as any.

Serenity downed a second shot and squeezed her eyes shut. “Not really. And what’s she supposed to say anyway? ‘Sorry that abusive piece of shit died’?”

“She doesn’t like to talk about it,” Joey said.

“No.” She swished the bottle. “I told her you were in town.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“She was gonna know anyway. I thought maybe she’d call you, or I dunno.”

Joey tossed back the second shot. The burn didn’t do anything to lighten the weight in his chest. “I don’t expect her to do any of that.”

“I just want…” She trailed off, tipping the bottle into her cup again. Joey took the bottle from her and poured some in his. “Do you ever think things could be different? We could be different?”

“Yes,” he said. “Constantly. All the time.”

Her lips quirked up in a smile. “I was so proud of you when you went off to school. Not even ‘cause you thought you wouldn’t go. You found something you loved to do. That’s more than most people.”

“What about you?”

She laughed. “No one loves being an accountant, Joey. I picked a safe job and a safe career.”

“That’s more than most people have,” he said. “It’s not like I love waking up every day not sure where I’m gonna be.”

“But you’re where you’re supposed to be. You’re at this restaurant–”

“I’m not going back to New York,” he said.

Serenity’s mouth snapped shut. She wobbled a little bit as the alcohol hit. He didn’t bother pouring another shot as he tipped the bottle back into his throat.

“But you–” She peered at him like a puzzle she was figuring out. “You’re at a Michelin star restaurant. You’re doing what you love.”

“I don’t love it there,” Joey said. It was the first time he’d explained his reasoning out loud. The words had rattled around in his brain for months, and now he had to put them in order. “You gotta understand what it’s like in the restaurant business, Serenity. Every day you wake up at the crack of dawn and put your heart and soul into something that hates you. Every day is eighteen hour shifts where your chef screams at you and holds you to the fire because you’re not doing something absolutely perfect. Every day is blood and sweat and tears and for what? A restaurant I don’t give a fuck about? It’s not about the food for them. It’s not about feeding people. It’s keeping that fucking star and making sure people know it. You can only tweezer so many sprigs of mint onto an aperitif before you start to feel like an asshole.”

“So what?” she said. “You’re just going to abandon your whole life up there?”

He sunk his head down onto the counter. It smelled like mold and rat shit. “What life? I got nobody there. You’re here. Tristan is here. Everyone there is so fucking full of themselves there’s no room for anybody else. I wake up, I work, and I get just enough sleep to keep myself from going crazy.”

“But you worked for this. You put yourself through school. You made it.”

“Yeah, well.” He closed his eyes. Underneath the grime and grease, he could imagine for a second what this place used to be. “Not everything is what we dreamed.”

She went silent. He didn’t know how long it stretched between them. The vodka burned in his stomach, rising up like acid reflux. He wished for the hundredth time since getting the news about his dad that he could cry about this whole thing. It’d be easier just to be sad and not relieved, and then sad again over the worst chapters of his life closing. Sometimes it was easier just to take the pain of it.

“I thought,” Serenity said slowly, “you were happy, at least.”

“Are you?” he asked.

She grabbed the bottle from him and swigged it. He nodded. It was answer enough.

“I try thinking of the last time I was happy,” Joey said. “Is it fucked up if the answer is here?”

Serenity laughed. “Yes!”

“You remember this place too.”

“We were babies, Joey.” She shook her head. “And it was before shit got really bad. This place is just…”

They looked around at it. Empty, dirty, it felt like a void. But the sunlight peeked through, and it streaked bright light across the dingy ceiling, making it look alive.

“It’s got good bones,” Joey said. “Nice front of house, in a busy area. Someone’ll snatch it up.”

“It’d take an industrial crew to get this place clean,” Serenity said with a sigh.

“Most of the equipment’s sold off too.” He swirled the vodka in its bottle. “But that’s an easy fix. I still know some people around here.”

“They’d probably bulldoze it anyway,” she said. “They’d be paying for the lot.”

“Yeah.” Joey thought as he took another shot. The melancholy was stirred in the gears of his mind as they started to churn. “Yeah. It’d be a shame to see the space go to waste. A little clean up, some new equipment, it’d be a good bistro spot.”

“It doesn’t–” She looked at him. “Joey, it’s not gonna matter. We’re selling it.”

“Why?” he asked. He stood from his chair, spreading his arms out. “People would kill for a spot like this.”

“So let ‘em pay,” she said. “Joey, I think you’re drunk.”

“Probably.” The buzz went straight to his head, but he could see it. Not how it used to be, but how it could be. “Don’t think of it as some shitty burger joint. We could pull out the booths and the seating nice. Those windows are huge, you’d be able to see onto the street. Nice ambiance. Keep the counter seating here, it’d be great for lunch or a bar.”

Serenity laughed. “It’s not happening! This place is a dump, Joey, it always has been.”

“Then back of house,” he barrelled on. “Remodel would be easy, it’s already all emptied out. Efficient work spaces, minimum time between spaces. Windows, people love to see the chefs. And the food–”

“What would be the food?” she asked. “Burgers?”

He shook his head. “Karaage, probably. I used to eat that all the time when I was working. Maybe izakaya style. Friendly, welcoming. Not too full of itself.”

“Japanese, then.” Serenity nodded. “You really want to do a sake bar?”

“No,” he said with a laugh. “I’m just tossing out ideas.”

“Joey, I know you’re spiraling or whatever, but coming back here isn’t really moving forward.” She ran a hand through her hair with a huff. “Maybe you should take some time. You can crash on my couch. Once we sell the place, you’ll have some money to start something else.”

“I just think there’s something here,” he said.

“Fine, okay,” she said. “Let’s say we don’t sell it. How are you gonna get the money to fix it up? Restaurants cost hundreds of thousands of dollars. They take real work. You’re going to have to get new equipment, staff it, pay people, pay vendors.”

“I’ve got connects. I can beg, lie, cheat, and steal. It’s nothing I haven’t done before.” He took his sister’s hands, squeezing tight. “Give me at least a little bit of time. I wanna see what this place can be.”

“You said you were tired of not knowing where you’re gonna be,” she said. “Joey, this is all risk. There’s nothing here that’s worth it.”

“What about you?” he said. “What about me?”

They looked at each other, two kids again, holding on tight. Serenity shook her head and picked up the bottle again.

“The place is yours,” she said. “I don’t want it, and I can live without selling it. I just don’t want you getting caught up in something to torture yourself. It’s okay, you know? You don’t have to be stuck here.”

“What if I wanna be?” Joey asked.

She downed the drink and coughed out a laugh. “Then you got bigger problems than the both of us. But I’m your sister. I love you. I don’t want you doing anything alone.”

He threw his arms around her and squeezed her tight. She laughed again, hugging him back. They rocked back and forth for a minute. The vodka was definitely affecting them. And Joey loved nothing more than to do something stupid.

“Okay,” Serenity said. “I’m done breathing in mold. Can we go to a real restaurant now? I would die for some hot wings.”

“Alright, alright.” He released her. “Let’s go.”

They locked the door behind them and stepped into the sunlight, a little rocky on their feet. Joey knew Serenity would give him a bigger fight when they sobered up, but the idea had wormed its way into his skull. His brain was on fire. He felt the same way he always did when making a life changing decision that should leave him buried in the dirt.

He felt alive.

[pillow-anime-talk]

chibi-chan.

synopsis: A little bit of jokes about your height from GoM’s boys or situations where you need some help. But don’t worry, we all know that you are super cute and adorable.

# tags: scenarios; current relationships; comedy; fluff; romance; jokes; also protective/helpful boyfriends; sfw

includes: female reader ft. ryouta kise, daiki aomine, shintarou midorima, atsushi murasakibara, seijuurou akashi & tetsuya kuroko {knb}

— RYOUTA

You’ve been wondering how to impress your boyfriend for a few days, because he hasn’t paid much attention to you for a long time. Even when you came in a different hairstyle or changed your perfume, Ryouta just smiled at you, then stole one kiss from you and run for basketball team training...

Oh, right. Basketball. You didn’t know a bigger fan of this sport than your boyfriend. Stupid thought of playing basketball passed through your head to show off your skills (or rather attempts to have any skills to play in this sport) to Kise.

The more you thought about it, the more convinced you were. You decided to try and on Friday immediately after your lessons you went to the gym. You knew that at 5 p.m. the Kaijou team would start their training, so you only had an hour to take off your whole uniform, jump into the P.E.’s tracksuit and pick one ball from the big bin and start slowly throwing into the basket hoop.

Of course, it’s easy to guess that it was hard for you to hit into the hoop with your... small height. Certainly when you were born, you didn’t queue for ‘being tall’, but rather for a nice smile and big eyes. No wonder that for the first ten casts only one was successful and it was certainly a coincidence, because the ball spun three times on the rim before falling inside.

“I suck in this game.” You muttered under your breath, again taking a position on the first line on the court.

You were so absorbed in the game that you didn’t even notice how a curious blond-head looked inside the gym because of the noise and the light on. What a surprise for Kaijou’s ace who saw you in front of the basketball board and the ball in your hands.

However, when he noticed your next inaccurate shot he laughed under his breath. “I think you’re a little too short for this game, Y/Ncchi.” He said in an amused voice, entered the room. You turned to the voice and then sighed.

“And too short for you to notice me, huh?” You added wearily, catching the ball.

“Y/Ncchi... I always see you!”

“I don’t think so. But I don’t blame you. I just wanted to... impress you. You like basketball, so maybe you would like me more if I could play with you.” You shrugged, throwing ball into the hoop again. Miss. “Shit.”

The blonde man shook his head approaching you. “I like you no matter what you do or how you do it. You don’t have to play basketball to impress me. You should change you for you and only you, not me or someone else. Anyway, I said what I said. I notice you all the time, Y/Ncchi. You looked pretty last time when you had a ponytail. Your new perfume was amazing too. Hmm, now when I think about it, I don’t praised you for that, right? But know that I appreciate everything you do.” He confessed quietly, patting you on the head. “And now Chibicchi, I’ll show you how to play basketball, because you have a terrible position to throw a ball...”

— DAIKI

Aomine definitely loved teasing you the most if your height was at stake. He usually made you as his own armrest or asked what’s weather below. They were a puppy jokes that somewhat irritated you, somewhat amused you, and somewhat embarrassed you, but what can you do? After all, they were just pokes and you knew that well. In retaliation, you often mocked him by calling him a ladder, giraffe or Eiffel Tower.

Daiki was glad you weren’t offended about it because... you were incredibly cute to him when your cheeks turned red and slight insults came from your lips. Of course he would never say it out loud, but you were super fluffy for him and he liked this side of you. And hey, as your tall boyfriend he had nice views from above. For this and if necessary he liked to take you on his lap or cuddle with you on the armchair, because you were the pocket-sized person and he could cover your whole body by his.

But as I wrote, Aomine would never have said it out loud. He just always laughed, saying you were shrunk again.

Of course, Daiki wasn’t such a bastard to you.

I mean, yes. Aomine had the right to make fun of you, but no one else him could do it, because he knew that after all your height is your complex. Your boyfriend spoke his jokes in a gentle way, always saying at the end that he loves your body anyway, because of this he feels more manly and needful. He didn’t spare wet kisses or hickeys on your chest at that time, so you didn’t feel bad with him. You love each other very much.

However, when other people’s jokes were involved, such as those from girls who were jealous of your blue-haired man or gross jokes from boys who didn’t like Aomine or wanted to pick you up... Daiki changed his mood immediately.

Just like now, when you were walking towards Aomine’s class to go to the roof with him and have breakfast. Unfortunately, just before the door a couple of first-year students stopped you; one of them hit the wall with his hand, blocking the way for you.

“Hey, Y/N-chan. Oh, this bento is for me?” The tall black-haired boy took your breakfast box, then raised it high up, smiling broadly. “Thank you, it’s really nice. You are such a damn cutie.”

“Please, no. W-Wait...”

“Maybe we’ll arrange a date? We can go to the cinema and then to me. I think it won't be a problem with you getting into my bed, because you're so small...”

“Don’t touch me and give my bento back!” You jumped to catch the white box, but in vain.

“Oh, I have great views from my perspective.” The teenager laughed, not even noticing the shadow of a much taller person behind him. The box with your bento was picked up and the perverted student was pressed against the wall next to you.

“Why don’t you repeat what you just said a moment ago?” Daiki asked and you immediately ran up to him, hiding behind him. “Harassing girls... especially girls in the relationship... It’s really shitty, don’t you think? Get out, brat and never approach my girlfriend again.”

As I said, only Daiki can use your height for kissing or joking.

And of course to show that he’s the best boy on the whole world.

— SHINTAROU

Your boyfriend was a difficult man. He rarely showed any emotions, but you knew that he cares about you very much and despite his cold behavior he always worries about you.

No less, Midorima is... Midorima. You didn’t know any bigger tsundere than him; especially when you two were together at the random moment.

Like. Did you forget your scarf? No problem, Shintarou will lend you his own and tell you that you are irresponsible and childish. You’re hungry? All right, your boyfriend will buy you something from the school cafeteria or share his bento saying it’s the last time he does it for you (spoiler: this isn’t the last time because he’s a simp for you anyway). You’re tired? Girl... Midorima will take you on his lap and hug you so tight that your heart will melt, but three times he will mention that you can’t tell anyone about this situation. Mom, I love him.

In any case, Shin has his own way of showing affection, which is primarily based on texting to you or bringing for you your lucky items for the day; for example, recently, Midorima brought you a key ring with a puppy's pendant, because Oha Asa mentioned that this wouldn't be a good day for your zodiac... Sweet.

Today, however, he brought to school only an item for you (by the way, it was a Tokyo’s guide), or so you thought, because Shintarou always discusses with you about his lucky thing. And today he didn’t say a single word about it. He only took your hand and led you to class, saying that he would come for you at your next break.

And so, throughout today’s day Midorima didn’t leave you even for a moment, and by the way he still walked with you by the hand, which was a bit strange for you because Shin didn't like a public PDA. Takao was equally surprised.

Only when you started coming back to home with the green-haired man who was walking next to you (of course with your fingers laced with his) you decided to ask Shintarou if something had happened.

“So... your today’s happy item is a holding hands or maybe rather a woman’s hand?” You asked seriously, laughing under your breath, at which Midorima looked at you surprised.

“No.” He said honestly, so you immediately thought that your boyfriend joined into a PDA lovers! You were about to say something, but he continued. “My lucky thing for today is something small, that’s why I thought about you.”

You hit the boy on the shoulder, blushing furiously. “Idiot.”

— ATSUSHI

With Murasakibara, no matter if you were 155 centimeters tall, 168 centimeters tall or even 180 centimeters tall... you would still be small for him. And because you were below average, your relationship looked at least funny, but also sweet.

Of course, Atsushi didn’t care about your height, what’s more – he considered that it’s your advantage because he was pleased to took you in his arms while watching movies or grab your hands and play with them. Therefore, while you were next to him, you praised him and (maybe) from time to time you fed or played with his hair, Murasakibara paid no attention to your height. And when someone asked him if he didn't mind about it, he answered with his the most weary voice ‘Why would that kind of things should bother me? My Y/N-chin is my Y/N-chin and I like her no matter what. Do you have any problem with her or me?’

Of course, Atsushi is a big baby who likes to tease you, but he doesn’t use words for it; I mean, very often, when you want to kiss him, a tall boy laughs quietly and specifically asks that ‘huh, do you have a problem’ to reaching his lips. He always suggests bringing a ladder or chair. You snort, hitting him at the waist and laught shortly after that. Finally, you always pull him by the shirt to bend him down. He can't refuse you anyway.

Especially when you threaten him with not giving him snacks the next day.

Atsushi is a very supportive boy! If someone else teases you and you feel bad about your height difference, then your man always grabs the other person's head and asks rhetorically whether to crush him. Therefore, in order not to feel bad about it, you immediately offer him something to eat; if it's one of his three favorite dishes he'll probably follow you like a faithful dog.

‘Sushi likes to lift you up and help you to get to the basket board. His height is also very helpful when you cook something together, and he has the task of reaching for ingredients or bowls.

Nevertheless, sometimes he can’t refrain from saying that you are really smol. And if you’re together among the crowd, he sometimes he loses sight of you.

Fortunately, Atsu is so tall that you can find he quickly (usually at food stalls).

“You’re lost again, Y/N-chin...”

“You went to the snack machine without even telling me anything!” You laughed reaching for your wallet to buy ice cream for both of you.

“Sorry, sometimes I forget that you’re so small and have short legs, Chibi-chin.”

— SEIJUUROU

Your boyfriend definitely isn’t one of those type who joke about such serious matters as appearance, style or diseases. However, if he only saw or heard that someone was laughing at you, he immediately appeared next to your figure, which caused the tormentor escape. No one dared to object to Seijuurou, it’s a fact.

Akashi, of course, didn’t laugh at your height as I wrote, but this doesn’t mean that he didn’t like the fact that you asked him a favor or asked him to give you something or help you in doing a random thing. This brat asked for something in return each time; usually it was a kiss but sometimes it was also something more.

In any case, your man always went into defense mode when he was with you, through what many people were surprised by his change from Akashi in the basketball team > Akashi in the company of Y/N.

For example, imagine such a scene: You go to your home with Seijuurou because the boy decided to help you with chemistry and physic, but on your the way you unfortunately stumble over the protruding curb and fall into the ground, injuring your knee. Sei immediately changes from ‘full seriousness’ to “God, honey, are you all right?”

“Sei-kun, I’m not dying.”

“Yes, but it looks really bad. Let me take you in my arms.”

“Seijuurou-kun, I can really go on my own legs.”

“I won’t let you. Come here.”

“You’ll be tired and I’m heavy.”

“No, you’re not. You’re tiny.”

There really is no point in arguing with him because you won’t win anyway. Although you have to admit that thanks to the pink-haired you feel really loved and appreciated. There is no person in the world who cares about you like Akashi.

— TETSUYA

This boy is literally an angel. He probably won’t say a bad word about your height, but if he does, he will be 100% unknowingly about it and if he quickly understands his mistake, he will apologize for it; for example, he says you have recently seemed taller, but after a while he will remember that you were wearing shoes with a higher heel that day, not sneakers. Tetsuya is the most supportive boy in the world who will help you with everything you have a problem with.

You can’t reach the top shelf in the store? Kuroko will take your favorite cereal without a word and say that if you need something else from this or other shelf, just tell him. Do you have a problem with hanging laundry or putting curtains on your window? Tetsuya will gladly help you or lift your body to make you more comfortable. Are you cold? This cutie will lend you his sweatshirt/jacket/blanket, saying that you should take care of yourself, because you quickly catch a cold.

You! Literally! Have! Nothing! To! Complain! About!

Angel. I said what I said.

Kuroko isn’t one of the highest either people, so he is somewhat happy that his girlfriend is much shorter than him and sometimes needs his help for even such simple matters as changing a light bulb, reaching for a book in the library or chips from the storage locker in kitchen.

Sometimes, however, you get the impression that Kuroko is too worried about you. Like at this moment when you were going to go swimming with your boyfriend in the lake because you and your friends from Seirin went for a little rest. And also ‘cause the basketball team has a training under the supervision of Riko.

“Y/N-chan can you swim here? It’s quite deep. I’m worried.”

“Yes, Tetsuya, I can handle it. But I will take your hand when I feel threatened.”

“Yes, but you can hurt yourself. Grab me now. Pretty please.”

Kuroko is definitely cute and lovely, but he should chill.

[alectoperdita]

kaijou and 44 from the kiss meme?

From small details for fictional kisses prompts

44. “we shouldn’t do this” but they do so, anyway

I hope you don't mind, but I was inspired by the ship meta you wrote earlier and took a stab at it since it felt like it could work for this prompt. This is like a speedrun of what you outlined, so apologies for not doing it the justice it deserves.

Braying laughter shattered Kaiba's composure like cheap glass. Its source flittered in the corner of his vision, as annoying and persistent as a gnat. Kaiba had done his best to ignore it, but the evening was wearing thin, thinner than his remaining patience. He faltered long enough to let an unnatural lull slip into his conversation with the Parliamentary Vice-Minister of Health, Labor, and Welfare.

"Is everything all right, Kaiba-san?" The older woman cast a concerned expression at him, no doubt noting his clenched jaw and the white-knuckled grip that threatened to crack his wine glass.

Kaiba opened his mouth to dismiss her concern, but another rancorous round of laughter interrupted him. His body seized up, a pre-emptive self-defense to stop him from chucking his half-filled wineglass in the laughter's direction. "Please excuse me, Vice-Minister. I'm not feeling too well. Perhaps we can continue this conversation another time?"

"Of course, Kaiba-san," she cooed.

He couldn't help but scent a patronizing note in his tone, real or imagined. He gave a slight bow and spun away, depositing his glass on an ambling server's tray. His gaze darted across the gala crowd, who were mingling and enjoying post-dinner conversations, hunting for his target. He spotted the flash of barely tamed blind hair right before he heard his grating, uncouth voice. Though he wanted to do nothing but charge forward and throw the interloper from the room, he stopped, taking a deep breath to steady himself before calmly and gracefully making his way toward Jounouchi.

Jounouchi didn't belong here. And if other people saw that—recognized that then—

The low-brow idiot had absolutely no idea how to act, slapping the Murayama family's heir across his back like they were old high-school buddies. Murayama Ryohei winced with his entire body and shuffled a half-step away. Either oblivious or callous, Jounouchi leaned in to continue his bawdy storytelling. Murayama was too polite and spineless to make his escape faster after he was cornered. He kept sneaking quick glances at the people nearby to solicit a rescue.

Murayama's face lit like a bonfire when he spotted Kaiba approaching. "Kaiba-kun!" he greeted with the fanaticism of someone saved by a bodhisattva. "How wonderful to see you!"

Kaiba allowed the overly familiar honorific to slide and nodded his head in acknowledgment. "Good evening, Murayama-san."

Murayama took that as permission to continue, dodging Jounouchi to stand closer to Kaiba like he was a shield. "I'm so glad to have run into you. The Kosetsu is planning a special exhibit on Konoe Iehiro this fall. Your late father was a great admirer of his works and owned several pieces in his private collection. Perhaps you would consider lending—"

The mere mention of Gozaburo made Kaiba's blood pressure rise. But before he could tell Murayama that he had, rather gleefully, sold most of his predecessor's more treasured antiques, a jaw-cracking yawn rang through the air. Murayama gaped at Jounouchi, who didn't bother to cover his mouth. Kaiba, on the other hand, oscillated between gratitude and anger at the interruption.

Jounouchi's smile turned embittered, and he did not hide it. "Wow, snooze. Damn Kaiba, it's just like you to kill the mood as soon as you show up."

Murayama froze, a deer caught in the social headlights. Or maybe he too recognized that Jounouchi's grin was more menacing than affably drunk. This was not the dopey duelist, but the two-bit thug that had once bullied Yuugi. And Kaiba was seconds away from wringing his stubborn neck.

Instead, he grabbed Jounouchi's elbow, wrinkling the tuxedo jacket. With a forceful yank, he drew the blond to his side and offered a blank-faced apology to the heir of one of Japan's most circulated daily newspapers. "You'll have to forgive my acquaintance. He's probably had too much to drink."

"Understood. Please take care of your friend then, Kaiba-san." Murayama beat a swift retreat.

The word "friend" hit like a slap in the face. The last thing Kaiba needed was for anyone to think he was friendly with the fool. Even Jounouchi appeared insulted.

"There's something you don't see every day, Kaiba Seto kowtowing to someone else," mocked Jounouchi. "What kind of bigshot was he?"

Without relinquishing his grip on the other man's jacket, he herded them out of the hotel ballroom, down a long hallway until he found the stairs. He shoved open the emergency door and pushed Jounouchi through. Jounouchi spun, instinctively bringing his fists up in anticipation of a brawl. Watching him do that while in black-tie dress nauseated Kaiba.

"Get out. Go home," he barked. The air in the stairwell was surprisingly thin.

"You ain't the boss of me," Jounouchi growled, invading Kaiba's personal space like the relentless pest he'd always been. "So bite me."

Nostrils flared, Kaiba clenched and unclenched his fist. He wanted to plant it in the concrete wall more than Jounouchi's face. "If your purpose was to make a laughingstock of yourself, congratulations. You've exceeded all expectations."

Jounouchi rolled back onto the ball of his feet, shoving both hands deep in his pockets and ruining the pressed lines of his trousers. "Pretty sure I'm getting the last laugh with all those stuffy jerkwads."

"Must you make a mockery of everything?" he shouted. The words echoed off the concrete and rattled up to the roof. Kaiba winced.

Jounouchi gaped at him for several seconds. But something meaner soon replaced the touch of shock in his eyes. "Holy shit, don't tell me you actually give a shit what those assholes think. Seriously?"

Kaiba didn't care what the rest of high society thought of him. Not really. The etiquette may have initially been beaten into him, but he was practical and old enough to recognize the value of moving through their circles relatively and even begrudgingly respected. Sometimes that meant listening stone-faced to a bureaucrat's laughably spartan "labor reform plan to ready Japan to meet the challenges of the next century". Other times it was swallowing his bile when someone pontificated fondly on what Gozaburo had done in life or commended Kaiba as a credit to the family name he had wrestled from Gozaburo's control. But what did Jounouchi the ignoramus know? What could he understand of Kaiba's insidiously fraught world?

Jounouchi edged closer, nudging his side as if they were friends. "Turns out money can't buy everything, including respect. Sucks to be you, moneybags."

Red flooded Kaiba's vision. He clasped Jounouchi's shoulders and pushed him against the wall. "Shut up," he growled. "What does a nobody know about respect? You shouldn't even be here. How did you con your way in? A mangy mutt like you doesn't belong here!"

Jounouchi froze. He flushed until his cheeks turned scarlet and the color burned a course into his ears. But it didn't appear to be the shade of anger. Not at first. His shoulders shrunk under Kaiba's claw before he puffed his chest out and bristled. "Who'd want to fit in with a bunch of stupid, rich assholes anyway? Only you'd think shit like that even matters."

The denial dangled on the tip of Kaiba's tongue, while the gears in his head spun and churned. The desire to belong was a fundamental human need, despite how much he tried to ignore it. Everyone wanted to feel secure and accepted. Rejection hurt. It stung. Worst yet was when there were real and economical and social consequences. Looking into Jounouchi's blood-red face and his pursed lips, unspeakable fatigue filled the void vacated by his ire.

"I wish it didn't matter. I loathe these things." His admission was a lion ripping through a gazelle, leaving a gaping, bloody hole in his chest.

Again, Jounouchi stood shellshocked. Then his arm moved, lifting at the edge of Kaiba's vision to rest on his forearm, but Jounouchi didn't try to break his hold. The touch seared through fabric, heating Kaiba under his starched collar.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but you're a million times better than those fake-ass phonies, Kaiba."

It was tempting to point out the redundancy of Jounouchi's insults. But he was too disarmed by Jounouchi trying to—what? Comfort him? Reassure him? As if Kaiba needed that from anyone, especially from someone like Jounouchi, who chafed against everything. He was a misfit. A square peg in rejection of every circular mold that society tried to force him into, like this well-fitted tuxedo wrapped snugly around his broad chest or the phantom collar choking Kaiba's throat.

"You don't need them," he said, his voice sounded distant.

Yet against his deepest wishes, the stairwell turned unbearably intimate. Almost catastrophic in how the concrete bore down around him, intensified by the novel warmth of another body mere centimeters away. Jounouchi's other hand found purchase on his hip, right above his waistband—an omen, an invitation, and an insinuation wrapped up in one daringly casual package. The air was still too thin, but it was also charged.

Magnetic.

Kaiba leaned forward as Jounouchi reeled him in.

"We shouldn't do this," Kaiba said, a hairsbreadth away from Jounouchi's mouth.

"Says who?" challenged Jounouchi before brushing his chapped lips against Kaiba's. The contact was too brief to qualify as an actual kiss.

There were a thousand and one reasons. They scarcely tolerated one another, much less liked each other. Someone could walk in on them, which was not a headache Kaiba needed now or ever. They would be doing it to flout decorum. Which was childish and irresponsible. But recklessness was something they had always shared in common.

Clamping a hand to the side of Jounouchi's neck, where his pulse hammered wildly against Kaiba's palm, Kaiba set all those reasons aside and kissed Jounouchi properly. It was one of the few actions he'd taken all night that felt suitably "him."

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[lunap95]

Kurobas Vday Challenge Day 7 - Akafuri

Hey, hey, hey! Well this is the last one, I had a wonderful time doing this so thank @vanilla-daydreams and @theuglycrybaby for organising this. For the free day I have to go back to Akafuri because I absolutely love them, but also because this is something I wanted to write for Akafuri day in Novembre but most probably I would not be able to do it (sorry in advance) so at least I wrote this XD.

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The Rakuzan castle was illuminated by thousands of lights, the halls were full of garlands and even the royal guards were celebrating. The entrance had not stopped receiving important personalities since that morning. The first ones were prince Kise Ryouta and his personal guard Kasamatsu Yukio in the name of the Kingdom of Kaijou. Midorima Shintarou was quickly to follow representing Shutoku with his court led by his trusted advisor Takao Kazunari. Empress Momoi Satsuki of Touou arrived a few hours before the ball and dragged her fiancé Aomine Daiki to get ready for it. Yosen was the last one to make an appearance if only because their prince Murasakibara Atsushi overslept even after all the attempts of his husband Himuro Tatsuya to wake him up. But with his attendance all the kingdoms of the Teiko alliance were finally reunited after so many years of fights and quarrels. Everything thanks to the help of the foreign kingdom of Seirin who had been invited as special guests to the ball. King Hyuuga and Queen Riku could not attend but they had sent prince Kagami Taiga and his court to the ball in their name.

In any other occasion, Akashi Seijuurou would be more than happy to see his cousin Kuroko Tetsuya again especially after he ran away from Rakuzan and ended up getting into a relationship with the young Seirin prince. But not this dreaded day. Because of all these people, all the celebrations were for him. In three months, he will be 18 and therefore as the heir of the biggest empire he needed to find a partner before the coronation. Traditions in Rakuzan were too important to be taken lightly so unless he found a person to marry, he would never touch the crown. However, thanks to his deceased mother he was free to choose the person he desired, something his father loathed because according to him his marriage would be a great chance to ally with any of the kingdoms. Akashi did not know how to explain to his father that none of the princes was exactly available as they were all in a relationship. So here he was, preparing himself for the three months celebrations that were supposed to be held on his honour.

“You are too stiff, Sei-chan,” mussed Mibuchi Reo while he tried to fix his cape.

“I just don’t see the point of parading myself among strangers who are only after my throne.”

“Come on,” Mibuchi patted him on the shoulder. “Be there a few minutes with Kuroko and the rest and then sneak out to the library, I will leave it open for you to hide.”

Akashi could not help but smile at the kindness his friend was offering him. Even though she was not the head librarian of the Rakuzan castle, Mibuchi always had the keys of the place which Akashi suspected was because she stole them from Mayuzumi. But as real the head librarian had never complained about it, he never mentioned it. He let Mibuchi fuss over his hair a bit more deciding that he should try to stay the whole night and leave the library as a last option.

After two hours, Akashi excused himself and slipped away from the ball. The whole party had been exhausting but at least his friends tried to keep most of the guests away taking turns to speak with him. But Akashi could not help but feel a bit bad that he was taking them from such a wonderful night. So, after a while he decided the library was going to the best option. The moment he entered the room he felt the peace of the place invade him. Leaving his crown and cape on Mayuzumi’s desk he started to walk slowly by the bookshelves. When he found a book interesting enough, he approached the light that he thought belonged to the head librarian. However, his surprise was huge when instead of white hair he found a brunet boy completely focused on his reading. A bit puzzled, Akashi studied his face sensing some familiarity on his features. Before his brain could specify of what did he know this man, the brunet noticed his presence.

“Oh! I’m sorry,” apologised with a bright smile. “I thought I was the only one who was going to ditch the party.”

“I’m afraid you’re not,” answered Akashi still not knowing why this stranger was smiling. “May I know what are you doing here?”

“Well, I don’t see the point in the whole ball thing,” shrugged the boy. “And Kuroko always talks about how big the Rakuzan library is so of course I had to come to check it,” he suddenly seemed to notice something. “Wait, am I allowed to be here? I assure you I didn’t want to trespass or anything.”

“Do not worry, the library is open to everyone who could ever need it, although Kuroko usually praised Seirin library” apart from mentioning Kuroko the boy was wearing white, red and black so it was not that hard to guess he was from Seirin.

“He does?” he blushed a bit. “It’s a bit small but I guess we have a lot of knowledge to offer.”

“You study Seirin’s folklore?”

“I’m actually the head library of the castle,” he offered a hand. “Furihata Kouki.”

“Oh, you’re the one who found out about the mystic art of the Zone.”

“N-n-n-no,” Akashi did not know why watching Furihata blush was so funny. “I just pointed out a few legends to Kagami and Kuroko, they did the rest.”

“It was a force to be recognised,” he took a seat next to Furihata. “We also tried to master it but I’m afraid we still have much research to do.”

“You are a librarian too?”

Akashi then realised that even with his hair and eyes, Furihata had not noticed who he was. Deep down he knew he should answer with the truth, but his conversation with Furihata was the nicest one he had that day. The boy also seemed to be well versed in the folklore of his country which was a subject of deep interest to him but that he will not probably discuss with a potential enemy. Rakuzan and Seirin had a peace alliance but no one knew when the tables could turn. So, if he confessed his identity to Furihata the most probable outcome was that the boy decided to stop speaking with him about the secrets of his homeland. Also, there was something in this boy that made Akashi want to know more about him which might be difficult if his status became an issue.

“Yes,” answered after a moment. If Furihata found it strange he did not mention it. “I’m learning under Mayuzumi’s guidance. My name is… Mibuchi Seijuurou.”

“Nice to meet a fellow colleague.”

The prince smiled to himself while he took his hand feeling the warmth of his skin. This looked like the promising beginning of a nice friendship. As long as Furihata did not discover who he truly was he could get to know him better. Nothing could go wrong.

Right?

[melodiousramblings]

Shipper Meme- 2, 9, 11, 23, 26.

OMG I AM SO SORRY. Tumblr never notified me of this ask and it’s only because I got a private reply to an ask I sent out that I even saw this. FFS tumblr. I had to hunt down the post and based on when I reblogged it, I’m guessing you sent this 3 weeks ago?? OMG I’M SORRY. D:

Now here you go!

2: Talk about three of the most important ships throughout your life.

Violetshipping/Puupyshipping/KaiJou (YuGiOh): My first ever OTP, I’ve been shipping them for well over a decade, and even when I was out of the YuGiOh fandom for a few years, I still totally shipped them. Sadly, I was always afraid of not being able to write them well enough that it wasn’t until literally this year that I finally wrote them. Someday, I’ll write more. Someday… But yeah, what I love about them is that they’re totally foils and I really love the idea of them, post-canon, slowly coming to respect each other and realize how much they have in common and go from enemies to awkward friends to lovers. Gah.

Zemyx (KH): *sails tiny rowboat into the abyss, humming ‘White Flag’* I love them individually, I love them together. Hmm, I think I’ve ALSO shipped this for like a decade? Or really close to it. Most of the stuff I’ve written is Zemyx, and writing Zemyx is what really helped me improve my writing throughout the years. On a personal level, this ship just really means a lot to me. I see bits of myself in both of them and I’ve read some fics that have brought me to tears. And, honestly, reading/writing Zemyx fic really helped me get through some tough times.

SoRiku (KH): I feel like I’ve shipped SoRiku since KH2 but my love for this ship really exploded more recently, like in the past 4-ish years? I haven’t written much for them, they’ve usually been a side-pairing in my Zemyx fics, but there’s also of course the AUs I had with my dear friend Koto, which I’d love to continue someday. Personally, I relate a lot to Riku and I love his character growth more than anyone and it’s just so obvious how much he really fucking cares about Sora (whether you ship it or not, you can’t deny Sora’s mega important to him) and seeing them together makes me happy. I really hope to someday have the growth and love that Riku has.

9: Do you have many ships that never got together at all?

XD Uuummm, MOST of them? I think my only ships that actually got together are Victuuri, Korrasami, and Bubbline (are they together? I’m assuming they are). As wonderfully gay as KH3D was, SoRiku is not technically canon. And Lotura got yeeted literally less than a minute after it officially became canon, soooo…

Ah! But there is Miraculous Ladybug, which has the “lovesquare” that is surely endgame, JuleRose which is vaguely canon?, and the recent episode with Marc and Nathaniel which was (sort of?) confirmed via tweet(s)?

11: Talk about your favorite first kiss.

Considering how few of my ships are actually canon and even fewer with actual kisses… I’m tied between Victuuri and Korrasami for this one. In a time when we’re still struggling with positive LGBT+ rep, they’re both really important. (I know there’s also obviously the Ruby & Sapphire kiss, but I love these two just a bit more.) I haven’t actually read Turf Wars yet, but I have seen screenshots of the Korrasami kiss and it is lovely. :3

23: Which of your ships deserve better writing?

I await to see how season 8 of Voltron pans out, so I won’t say Lotura quite yet, though I am still heartbroken over this ship (and for Lotor in general). I wish the writing for Miraculous Ladybug in general was more consistent/had a linear timeline so that we can actually see some growth/progression with the lovesquare.

As for my ships that will never ever be canon, I just wish there was more Zemyx out there. It’s pretty much a dead ship at this point and man do I miss having a bunch of fics to read. :/ I feel like Violetshipping is slowly dying as well, but our KaiJou Discord has 23 members, so that gives me some hope of at least having like a yacht-sized ship with a bit of content now and then rather than the lonely lost-at-sea rowboats that is Zemyx. *waves a hand* Ignore me and my ship analogies.

26: Have you noticed a pattern in your shipping? Is there a romantic dynamic you’re more drawn to?

Hmmmm… I seem to have a bit of a thing for the whole “bubbly sunshine + the grump” with SoRiku, Zemyx, KuroFai and Violetshipping.

But I also enjoy “enemies to lovers” with Violetshipping and MarVex.

And “Best friends to lovers” with SoRiku, AkuRoku and Korrasami.

And of course the whole “you came out of nowhere to change my life but turns out I’ve also changed yours” that Victuuri and Puzzleshipping have in common.

XD So no, I don’t think I have a particular pattern, but some of my ships do overlap on tropes. *shrugs*

Hoo boy, that got a bit long, sorry! And again, sorry for answering so late! I blame TUMBLR.

[ourneverendingpossibilities]

Team Kaijo (minus Kise, sorry cutie), and Kuroko are frustrated that their crush always looks away from them. But one day, she looks away and faces a mirror/window. they catch her reflection in and discover she only does that because she's trying to hide her blush from them (she likes them too). A scenario about what they'd do next please?

AH! Okay, the fact you asked for KAIJOU made me super happy cause well.. KAIJOU! Though I’m a bit sad Ki-chan isn’t included.. But well.. he gets all the attention most of the time anyway :P. I decided to make a small scenario from your perspective, then wrote their reactions! I hope you like it either way!

Scenario:

You could feel the stare from across the room. You didn’t even have to look up to know he was staring.. You just... knew. Although you were flattered, because hey, you had a crush on him, knowing he was staring was something you just couldn’t handle.. But it never once irritated you.

When you finally looked up, your eyes met briefly, and trying not to show any emotion, you turned to the window. Although your hair covered your cheek, you could feel the heat rush underneath your skin, a hand resting on your jaw. 

How could you face him like this?

Hayakawa: He’d be flustered upon realizing your face was red from being caught staring. So flustered, he’d get up without realizing it, during class, and trip over his own feet, landing on your desk. You’d jump out of your skin, because he was so LOUD, but when you realized he was just as flustered, you’d find your heart fluttering in your chest.

Of course, before either of you could say anything to the other, your teacher was quick to put the two of you in detention for disrupting the class. Which turned into a blessing, because the two of you had bonded and Hayakawa was able to set up a date with you the following weekend.

Kasamatsu: It was hard for Kasamatsu to wrap his mind around what just happened. At first, when he noticed you’d never look at him, he thought it was because you hated him. However, when he saw you blush from the reflection of the window, he felt his own cheeks heat up, immediately turning his head to face the class.

He wore a smile the entire time, knowing you were just as flustered and nervous as himself. It made you seem less... scary. He still needed encouragement to talk with you, and because of a dare, he succeeded.... Until Kise showed up and ruined everything by embarrassing BOTH of you.

Kobori: Just watching you from his seat made him lightly chuckle. He tried to keep it quiet, lest he get in trouble from their teacher. But he returned his attention to his notes, occasionally stealing glances at you. When he’d caught you staring at him, he lifted his eyes, giving you a soft smile, before returning his attention to the teacher. 

He’d approach you after school before practice started, but for now, he was content with seeing you blush for the first time.

Kuroko: He often wondered why you wouldn’t look at him. Maybe he’d annoyed you with observing your actions? But when he’d caught you blushing through the reflection of the window, he only smiled softly, shaking his head. He then started to write something down on paper, standing up quietly to slip the paper on your desk. He’d easily slipped out of the class, walking down the hall. 

When you’d texted him a time, his smile only grew.

Moriyama: God! You were so adorable!! Not looking at him and blushing like a little child. He really wanted to grab your cheeks and pull on them, to see if they were just as soft as they looked. He couldn’t stop staring at you, and earning the scolding from his teacher and captain during practice for being distracted was completely worth it...

If only he had his phone out to take a picture.

Nakamura: He really couldn’t believe it. Although he’d seen you blush, Nakamura was in complete disbelief. There’s no way you’d be blushing at him. There’s no way he’d be the reason for your cheeks to be rosy and bottom lip between your teeth. He wished it was, but how would he go about this? How could he approach you to talk about it? Maybe was overthinking it?

One thing he knew for sure; you looked really beautiful when you were flustered.

[pillow-anime-talk]

i love you (again).

synopsis: You were in love with Akashi for three years, but you never confessed your feelings to him. Seijuurou also liked you and also didn’t told it aloud. The match between Teikou and Meikou made your feelings a bit change... But now you are here – at the Winter Cup Finals – and you see the red-haired boy once again. This time, however, not as a Junior High School student, but as a Seirin High manager.

# tags: headcanon; teikou/seirin!au; crush culture & friendship; manager-nurse!y/n; mild angst/drama; but also fluff; a slightly changed plot; sfw

includes: female reader ft. seijuurou akashi, rest of genration of miracles & seirin basketball team {knb}

part zero {click} & part two {click} & part three {click}

author’s note: 😭😭 i accidentally deleted your message, anon, i’m so sorry!! however, i remember what your request was about, so of course i wrote it!

→  in Teikou Junior High ←

↘ You admired everyone on the basketball team. You were really delighted with this sport, especially since you could watch the game so close as a team manager for Teikou and as a friend of the Generation of Miracles, Kuroko and Momoi.

↘ Your role in the team was to take care of the players’ well-being; you were great at planning training and analyzing other teams, but the team always lacked with health care before and after games. Therefore, you left the analysis to the pink-haired teenager, and took care of the bodies and minds of your all friends. You helped Midorima and bandaged his fingers, you gave Aomine and Kise water or towels, you stopped all Tetsuya’s bleedings, and also you brought some snacks for Murasakibara who let you at that time to wrap his knees with some plasters.

↘ You cared for the boys as best you could and the captain was grateful all the time, even though he wasn’t showing it as he should.

↘ By the way, few people knew that you had feelings for Seijuurou. One person was actually knew about i, and it was Kuroko, because you were always the closest to him – and you have come even closer to each other after the changes between the whole team and when each of the members of the core squad improved their basketball skills. You and Tetsu had really similar thoughts on team play. You also liked vanilla shake, so your friendship was even stronger.

↘ When the last Winter Cup competition came, you were really surprised by what was happening on the court. Momoi thought the same, gently squeezing your hand to cheer you both up.

↘ Then it was time for the match between your school and Kamata West Junior High and everything looked like it always was. However, in the middle of the match, Kuroko was injured and had to leave the gym. You did the same thing because you were very worried about your best friend, especially as a Teikou team nurse-manager.

↘ So you spent time with the unconscious Tetsuya until the end of the semi-finals, talking to Satsuki and Seijuurou for a while and then stopping the blue-haired boy from playing on the court. You knew, you knew perfectly well that the young boy wanted to play with his friend from Meikou Junior High, but his condition didn’t allow it.

↘ That’s why you wished Momoi and the captain good luck, and stayed with Tetsuya, comforting him. But you had a bad feeling about this game in the back of your head, so you told the blue-eyed player about it.

↘ “This is our last competition, right? I hope it will be pleasant and worth remembering.” You smiled warmly at which the teenager nodded. “I wish we could play like in first and second grade. When everyone was enjoying the game, not the win.” You added a little quieter, and Kuroko sighed lowly.

↘ “It’s going to be okay, Y/N-chan... Remember that after the finals you were supposed to talk to Akashi-kun.” He replied with a soft laugh that made your cheeks redden.

↘ “Y-Yeah. But I don’t know if I’m ready for this...”

↘ The conversation was nice and calm, Kuroko rested, you too. You weren’t thinking about the game, although you still felt a strange feeling of stress and insecurity.

↘ At the end of the final quarter of the final, Satsuki visited you and Kuroko who wanted to see what was happening on the court. Of course, you and your pink female friend helped the boy get to the TV.

↘ At the same second, you and Kuroko noticed that something was wrong, so you grabbed his warm hand and ran towards the huge gym, gasping for breath.

↘ You both entered the big room at the moment when Kuroko’s friend was aiming for the basket hoop and Murasakibara threw the ball into it, scoring two points for the opposing team.

↘ Seeing the score on the digital scoreboard and hearing the conversation between basket squad, your heart pounded painfully and your eyes turned to the Teikou captain.

↘ A few tears ran down of your red cheeks when you remembered their first Nationals competition and the energy they had at that time. Now, they were completely unlike those happy players.

↘ “Sei-kun... Why?” You whispered, taking a step back.

↘ That day was the last time when you saw the Teikou basketball team on the court. You didn’t show up at any next trip, match or training, and your manager role was over.

↘ Additionally, for the next few weeks you didn’t think about your feelings towards the captain. They have been forgotten.

→  in Seirin High ←

↘ You and Kuroko chosen the same High School – Seirin High, obviously. Thanks to the new school team, you two could enjoy basketball again as you used to. You made friends with the whole squad, with Riko and even with the cute little dog that Tetsu found.

↘ You were supporting the team again as a manager. Or rather as a nurse-manager. The boys (especially Teppei) were really grateful to you and they were glad to have someone like you in their squad.

↘ You were with them all the time, you supported their game and dreams of winning the Winter Cup.

↘ And... they finally reached the finals.

↘ You were more than happy when they defeated the Kaijou High and Kise.

↘ But shortly after that, your eyes met the two-colored orbs that you admired and loved so much some time ago.

↘ You didn’t have the courage to approach Seijuurou before the match, so you sat on the wooden bench during the game, first watched your team, then the Rakuzan basketball squad and Akashi. 

↘ Not gonna lie, but it was the worst hour of your life because too much was happening.

↘ You had your hands full.

↘ But when the game was over, Seirin High won and Akashi smiled and shook Kuroko’s hand... You couldn’t stop yourself. You got up and came over to him with many salty tears in your eyes. Tetsuya understood it very right and he didn’t blame you for not congratulating your team first. He knew perfectly well that you had been waiting for this moment for over three years. So he smiled in your direction, walked away from you two and started talking with the team, with Kagami, with Kiyoshi, with captain, with Riko.

↘ In meantime you stood in front of Akashi’s figure and tried to wipe away the tears that were unpleasantly biting your both cheeks.

↘ “...I missed you.” You whispered shyly, lifting your head to look at him. “Happy you.” You added with a smile, to which the red-haired player laughed and held out his hand in your direction.

↘ “I missed you too.” He answered honestly as you put your fingers on his pale skin. “Also happy you.” He pulled your body against him and hugged you uncertainly as you let him to do it. “I’m sorry for everything.”

↘ You moved a few centimeters away from him and then took a deep breath.

↘ “Listen, Y/N.” / “Listen, Sei-kun.” You laughed together while telling the other person to start. Eventually, however, Seijuurou started talking.

↘ “I know that a lot of time has passed and a lot has changed. I have no idea if you have someone special to your heart, but... I like you. I have liked you since you became our manager at Teikou. I hope you accept these feelings, but if you don’t... I understand. I was a terrible person and...”

↘ You hugged him again, ignoring his sweaty skin and clothes. “I admit, I tried to forget about you, but I like you too. I liked you from the first year of Junior High School and I always wanted to tell you about it. I’m so glad you came back. I hope someday... I hope we can play with other boys again like before.” You said in a warm tone, looking at Akashi, then at Seirin team, then at the Generation of Miracles boys who sat in the stands. 

↘ Then you looked at Rakuzan capitan once again.

↘ “Okay. I don’t mind. But we’ll go on a date first.”

↘ “O-Oh, yeah. Right. D-Date.” You laughed nervously, feeling your heart beat faster.

↘ “EYYY, AKASHICCHI KISS HER, YOU DUMMY!”

↘ Your cheeks turned a hundred times redder not only because of the sound of Ryouta’s loud voice, but also because Seijuurou... actually did it.

↘ Now, you had the impression that your feelings not only came back, but also grew up.