#if anyone's down ta play Uno...

[thescoutgaymer]

Don't board games need multiple people ta play?

I'll stick ta my video games-

tha Scout urge ta annoy all of your teammates 'cuz you're bored

[kairiscorner]

omg i have a request for denji 🤭🤭 first off:: time skip (aka high school) fluff pls, fem!reader, maybeee something like the reader was gonna go on a date (planned to meet up at the local park?) but got stood up and while denji is going on a walk he spots her and recognizes her from school (same class or just saw in halls idc) decides to take her on a date?? idk it sounds cute lolol

hearts' day 002.

a surprise date with denji.

"what's got you all sad and stuff?"

a gruff voice asked you while you sobbed into your now wet palms. you looked up slowly at him with watery eyes and trembling lips, hoping you didn't look so pathetic, like you didn't just get stood up on a date you waited a whole week for.

you sniffed back your snot and blinked away your hot tears as you realized it was that blonde kid in your class, hayakawa, asking you what was up with you–his pinky finger gracefully shoved away in his nostril, picking his nose, while he looked down at you with his amber colored irises.

you didn't know what was more pitiful, the fact you got stood up by someone you really liked and were left alone after waiting around for them for nearly 3 hours at this point, or the fact that you were being sort-of-but-not-really comforted by a stranger, who wasn't exactly a stranger, from your class, picking his nose for a sizeable booger.

with a shaky breath, you looked up at the color of the setting sun–the deep, fiery red, orange, and yellow hues in the sky reminding you of how long it had been since you arrived in this damned park, only to be made a fool out of when nobody arrived to take you to the date you really, really looked forward to going.

"...i got stood up." you muttered, wiping away your tears as your gaze fell down to your bright, shining shoes that you bought specifically to impress your date. denji let out a small, 'huh' sound, and sat next to you on the bench; flicking away a small booger he caught, then wiping his finger on his shirt after.

"well, what if we went on a date?" he asked you nonchalantly. your eyes widened at his suggestion, but a part of you felt a little grosses out by it. "us?" you asked in sheer confusion. "yeah. what, don't wanna go on a date with the one and only chainsaw man? too scared ta do it? i bet you are." he said with a mischievous grin and a devilish tone of mockery in his voice as he challenged you.

this boy always said he was chainsaw man, not like anyone–nor you–believed him, but at this point, you were too broken up to really give a damn about anything else he was saying aside from the fact he was more than willing to take a pretty girl who's been disappointed and heartbroken out for the night of her life.

you sighed, leaning your head against the bench's backrest and shrugged. "okay." you murmured, making denji chuckle and stand up. he extended his clean hand towards you and gave you a sharp, toothy smile. "i've got a game of uno waiting for us back at my place, and a little devil to take care of, but she's not gonna give a shit. maybe."

you find yourself chuckling ironically at how sweet his gesture is, offering to take you to his place to play a game of uno, maybe get some takeout from that chinese place he's been mumbling to himself about craving their food for, and maybe brewing you some tea even though he hates it–all because he's heard you like it.

"ya like tea?" he asked you when he turned to you, not realizing you two were holding hands this whole time. you snap out of your inner thoughts and look him in the eyes. you nod and raise an eyebrow in surprise. "how'd you know?"

"dunno, y'seem like the type to like tea. you're like... all pretty and sweet and shit, y'know? and i heard you talkin' to yer friends once about this tea house y'really wanted to go to someday, so... yeah, if i get the money, i'll take ya there. but fer now, yer stuck with the denji hayakawa special brew." he joked, making your cheeks feel a little warm at how thoughtful he was being without even trying.

something tells you this new surprise date would be a little better than you expected, hopefully.

[ironmariposa]

the words

Also found on Ao3

And I know the scariest part is letting go

'Cause love is a ghost you can't control

I promise you the truth can't hurt us now

So let the words slip out of your mouth

Heather knows when on Halloween instead of attending the big party at Diggins house, Ray shows up to help her take Lily trick-or-treating. Lily, who at the age of eleven insists she’s old enough to go on her own but still secretly loves the attention the two older teens pay to her.

“What exactly are you supposed to be?” Heather finally asks him as Lily runs up to another house. They had driven her to one of the more middle class neighborhoods in Carp and she was making out with quite a stash of candy.

Ray is grinning at her, “Well, you said your favorite Avenger was Captain America because ‘he’s hot’.” He holds his arms out as if to say ta-da but she still doesn’t get it. He’s in a t-shirt two sizes too small that does amazing things to his biceps and pectoral muscles, a pair of jeans, a baseball cap and aviator sunglasses.

“Um.” She takes a bite of her candy bar Lily had begrudgingly let her have, “I still don’t get it.”

“I’m Captain America incognito.”

“Oh.” She starts to laugh and he pouts. Adorably she might add. She lays a hand on his chest, and lifts on her toes to kiss his cheek, “Who knew you were so adorable.”

“Adorable!?” He says in disbelief, “I’ll have you know I have never been accused of such a thing in my life.”

Heather laughs as Lily bounds up to them, her treat bag swinging and a smile on her face, “They gave me a coke.” She says flashing it at them from her other hand, “Can I drink it now? Please?”

Heather shrugs, “I don’t see why not. Hey Lily, Ray dressed up as Captain America because I think he’s cute, don’t you think that's adorable?” Heather jumps away from his reach with a squeal, as he tries to tickle her.

“Ew.” Lily says as she pops the tab on her drink, “Don’t include me in your gross love stuff.”

Heather stays a few feet ahead of Ray's reach as they make their way to the next house. He walks beside Lily, trying to talk her out of his fifth piece of candy. She’s only let Heather have two but seems Heather’s not the only Nill to have a soft spot for Ray Hall.

She knows on Thanksgiving, when he shows up with Sarah and Luke at Anne’s with two store bought pies. Her favorite (Apple) and Anne’s favorite (Pecan) as well as a batch of cookies he baked all on his own for Lily. He sits by Heather at the table and is on his best behavior. Luke is as well and Heather knows he had a talk with his brother before dinner.

“My little brother really cares about you.” Luke says to her when they find themselves alone on the porch for a brief moment. He waves his lit cigarette to the house, “I couldn’t name a single damn person he would do this shit for.”

Heather smiles. She knows a compliment when she hears one.

Sarah’s a lot nicer in her observation. They’re all sitting on Anne’s back porch with full bellies, Lily is playing a game of UNO with their mom, Anne and Ray. Luke is down at the horse paddock, petting one of the friendlier horses. Heather is sitting back in her chair just enjoying the fresh air and calm family setting when Sarah sits on the edge of the chair next to her.

“I’ve tried for years to get these boys to have a normal holiday and it always turned into a disaster.” She twists her lips in thought, “Though it was rarely no fault of theirs. Or at least not Rays. I’m impressed you’ve managed it. You even got Luke on his best behavior.”

“I had absolutely nothing to do with that.” Heather laughs.

Sarah smiles, “Maybe not purposely. But Luke and I both see how smitten our brother is with you. We’re both happy for him. You’re good for him.”

Heather's eyes are on Ray who’s laughing loudly and unapologetically. “He’s good for me too.”

“Yeah. I can see that too.”

Heather smiles at Sarah. She’s always liked the younger girl even before she started dating Ray.

She knows when on Christmas both her best friends return from college and California life. He gives her space. Too much and soon she’s dragging him along with her to hang out with them. It’s awkward at first. Real awkward.

She starts off small. Dragging him to the mart to get a slush and candy and sit on the sidewalk to just talk. Her friends sit on one side of her, Ray on the other. A line drawn and she is directly in the middle. It’s quiet at first and she’s wondering if she made a bad decision. But if anyone can have a good time it’s Ray Hall and instead of pissing them all off like he did in the past, he just makes them laugh.

And laugh. Nat raises an eyebrow at Heather and just shakes her head.

They go to a Christmas themed party together at Diggins and all four of them hang out for most of it. She catches Bishop roll his eyes more than once at Ray but he’s also laughing so she counts that as a huge win.

Ray wraps her in his arms as they sway to the upbeat music. It’s not a slow song by any means but Ray makes his own rules in life.

“You like my friends.” She says as she stares up at him.

He laughs derisively, “I wouldn’t go that far, Nill.”

She pushes out her bottom lip in a pout and his eyes linger on it, before he kisses it away and then presses his mouth against hers for a long kiss. No tongue, just a sweet kiss.

“They’re not all bad.” He admits after they part and she smiles brightly. He lightly drags a finger down her face.

Later Bishop admits to having seen them dance. He narrows his eyes, “He does seem to care for you.”

Heather tries not to smile too big. In Bishop's book that’s saying a lot considering his dislike for Ray (rightly so for how much he was bullied.)

Nat admits, as they’re saying goodbye after the break, “He's different with you for sure. Might even L word you.” Then shakes her head and groans, “Ray Hall?”

Heather laughs and hugs her friend tight.

She knows when at midnight on New Years he pulls her to him and kisses her dramatically among all the whoops and hollers. He drags his nose along her ear before taking a deep breath. “I love you Heather Nill.” He keeps his face hidden for a breath. Two. Then pulls back to meet her eyes. She’s not sure she’s ever seen him look so scared. She tilts her head as she runs her fingers through the hair around his ear and without hesitation says the words back to him.

Because she may have known for months he was falling for her, she’s known even longer she was in love with him.

[katsukikitten]

Bakugoxreader is a USA transfer. Shes really sweet but doesn’t put up with bakugos shit. He tolerates her because she puts up a good fight and low key thinks her accent is adorable. one day their class has a tea and shes bummed because she likes iced sweet tea. Everyone thinks that’s weird but later that night Bakugo shows up with a pitcher and a little embarrassed because he doesn’t know if he used enough sugar. Then she jokes about in the south sugar could also mean kissing. And then they do.

Sun Tea

A/N Hopefully this is close to what you had in mind lovey! Enjoy! Thank you for your patience while I wrote this!

Three sets of eyes stare down at the pile of cards atop the circular coffee table, each of you sitting cross legged while a few of your other class mates sit among the couches.

"Draw six Y/N." Kirishima wears a rare devilish smile as he places down a yellow draw two card atop two other hellish cards.

You return his smile holding eye contact with Bakugou as you dramatically produce a red draw two.

"Bless your heart Bakugou doll, you've gotta draw eight." You take much satisfaction in placing down the card that will screw him over.

A little too much actually, it's not very hospitable of you to enjoy another's misfortune.

It all boils down to when you were first transferred here, mostly against your will, from America Bakugou hated you with every fiber in his being.

And you hated him in return, which was quite unlike you.

But he had aired all your dirty laundry about your delinquent behavior that you had done in America.

What he didn't know was you had to do those things to survive.

You absentmindedly brush against the tattoo on your neck and two sets of red eyes follow.

Believe it or not he was beginning to see that now.

Could really see how much that lifestyle was thrust upon you.

"This is a stupid fucking game! Why'd I let you talk me into playing hair for brains!?" Bakugou snarls, snatching at the deck on the table counting out eight muttering fuck you beneath his breath.

Kirishima laughs in response as he places down a red eight, Deku places down a red six before you place down a skip.

"You're fucking working together huh?" He snarls darkly and you laugh.

"Ain't his fault you're as lucky as a June bug in November." Your laugh echoes in the room. Pulling at the ash blonde's stomach. Although he doesn't know what the hell you're saying he knows that your voice is just too God Damn cute. You notice the dusting of red on his cheeks and chalk it up to his temper.

To which he adds validity to your assumption by adding harshly.

"What in the fuck are you saying?"

It's a question you hear often.

"I believe she means you're not lucky at all." Todoroki chimes in, heterochromatic eyes peering over his book. Momo nods in agreement as she writes down the expression as she has been these past few months, every now and again she'll try to use the English expression in everyday conversation to you.

And honestly you don't have the heart to tell her that not ALL Americans will understand what she's saying.

You pray to the good Lord that she'll run into another decent Southern belle who would get a lick of what she's saying.

Kirishima takes sympathy and places down a reverse for his friend.

Bakugou smiles from ear to ear and plops down an angry looking black card.

"Draw four bitch." He snarls close to your ear and you narrow your eyes. You draw a blue zero, a red two, a green six and the very card that first scorned you.

A draw four that may be your saving grace.

"Don't be gettin too big for ya britches now Suki, Im fixin ta win." You drawl out real heavy because you're excited and again Bakugou's cheeks begin to heat.

You smirk a deadly smile to him that he returns ten fold.

His smile sends your stomach into a tizzy and you try to talk yourself from the edge.

The two of you had just gotten over absolutely loathing each other and transitioned into hard frienemies.

So why the hell were you fighting off a crush?!

It was bound to happen since Aizawa paired the two of you together and only because Bakugou had the highest score in English.

But damn if you weren't hard to understand sometimes. It was like you weren't even speaking English!

At least not the english Bakugou was taught.

Depsite your past, time showed those harsh scarlet eyes that you weren't a total lost cause, an extra undeserving of a second look.

You more than proved you were a worthy rival and it all came after the phrase.

*"Oh I'm finna kick ya ass to high heaven."*

He has never seen you so flustered before and damn did you keep good to your word.

Forcing him to actually try against you. Never admitting that he enjoyed that part of you.

Narrowed eyes, flushed cheeks and pouty lips pulled past white teeth looking "madder than a wet hen."

Or whatever the hell it was you said.

He just hadn't known he would enjoy that odd ass twang you had too.

But you'll never know that it wasn't really Kirishima who convinced Bakugou to play this stupid idiotic game.

No, it was you, when you wore that devilish smirk before adding

*"Guess you're too scared you'll lose!"*

Katsuki sat down and actually dealt the cards himself then.

"Does anyone want tea?" Mina asks, peeking out from the kitchen.

"Please dahling!" You shout and she smiles your way before making her way back to that amazing smelling dinner.

You have two cards left in your hand, you feel lucky but at the same time you're relying on Bakugou to set down a card that will benefit you.

Please God let it be either a blue card or a zero.

You really didn't want to have to use your ace in the hole or have to draw.

Bakugou places down a red reverse causing Kirishima to draw a few cards before he slaps down a red eight.

"Oi Deku. Make yourself useful. Y/N only has two cards." Bakugou snarls, Izuku gulps avoiding eye contact.

He looks over his cards with nervous eyes muttering to himself with each passing second Bakugou gets that much more agitated.

"OI! PUT DOWN A CARD!" He yells and Deku does hastily.

And the Uno Gods have blessed you as a red zero stares lovingly up at you.

"Its about to go to hell in a hand basket for y'all! Uno!" You exclaim as you place down your card, switching it to blue.

"What?!" Kirishima laughs while Bakugou snarls.

"Means you're about to have a bad time." This time Todoroki doesnt even bother to look up from his book. He flips the page and Momo flips through her own notes.

She must spy the phrase and puts a tally by it. She figures the more times you've said it the more common the idiom.

Little does she know there are some phrases in their you'll most likely never utter again having been quick witted when you made the Southernism on the fly

"How the hell do you know what she's saying?" Denki asks looking up from his switch, trying hard not to move as Jhiro naps on him. Dead to the world with her head phones plugged in.

Todoroki shrugs flipping another page before he eyes the game.

Bakugou sucks his teeth, he doesnt have anything to use against you, you clearly don't even go after him.

And to make things worse he doesn't even have fucking blue or a damned zero. He draws seven cards before blue shows up. He places the blue nine down harshly, Kirishima places a green nine over top of it and all eyes fly to Deku.

Who again begins to murmur and mutter as he thinks of his next move.

All the while your smile grows wider and wider.

There isn't much of a card out there that could stop you.

Deku hesitantly lies down a red nine hoping that changing the color so rapidly would cause you anxiety.

When he see that it doesn't he begins to watch in horror as you place down that little black cars with the +4 in the corner.

"No..." He gasps.

"NO!!" Bakugou shouts slamming his fists agaisnt the table, "Rematch!"

"What's the with all the fuss?" Mina asks carrying a large tray of drinks. She makes her way around the room setting down a scalding cup to each person.

"Y/N won and Bakugou's mad." Kirishima explains kissing Mina's cheek and tapping his lap, "Thanks babe."

She sits cozily picking up her cup.

The whole class, aside from yourself and napping Jhiro seem to take a sip of the tea in unison.

Everyone holds the cup just in front of their chest as a smile spreads on their face.

Even Bakugou looks joyful and you look to the steaming liquid in the gray cup before you.

Heavily missing your favorite sweating Mason jar clinking with ice as you watched summer storms a brew.

Scarlet eyes notice how your drink goes untouched, he nudges you harshly before shouting.

"Oi!" He hates the long face you wear, "Drink it before it gets cold."

"I uh... I keep forgettin the tea aint iced or sweetened here." You say sheepishly keeping your eyes down, "Thank you Mina."

"What? Iced? Sweet?" Bakugou sounds baffled as he tried to understand.

Tea was fucking tea. It didn't need ice and it didn't need sugar.

"Yea! It's a staple in the Southern states. Can't throw a rock where it ain't served." Your face brightens as you speak, that drawl even heavier, "And sweet enough to rot your teeth!"

"Why?" Bakugou asks borderline nasty while you have the attention of everyone in the room.

"You see it gets hotter than Hell in the South, humid enough to make ya melt faster than Frosty in July. So sweet tea keeps ya sane. It's cool and of course sweet, keeps us southern folk from being bitter about how hot it is." You stare into the liquid in the cup, almost imagining it to be different.

"Oh! And if it's hot enough in the summer, which it always was where I was from, yall can make sun tea."

"Alright you're making shit up now." Bakugou shakes his head before taking another sip. He closes his eyes when he sees that his comment has struck something in you.

Your face flashes from angry to almost hurt.

"I used to make the best sun tea every summer." You say longfuly before adding, "Anyway I'm tired. Imma head to bed."

"But dinner is soon!" Kirishima and Mina express their worry in unison.

You smile to mask your hurt. Although it was extremely hard for you in America there were somethings you missed greatly.

Sweet sun tea was one of 'em.

You could take the girl out of the South but not the South out of the girl.

"I'll be fine. I'm full as a tic from that late lunch. I'll see y'all when the roasters sing." You wave as you head towards the stairs.

All the while crimson red eyes bore into you.

Before the bore into space through dinner and now into the ceiling as he lies in bed.

Why did you look like that?

Where you that upset?

Had his comment been too far?

Were you madder than that stupid wet hen you kept mentioning?

No, he knew you weren't mad he knew you were feeling "blue" and that he needed to some how make you "right as rain."

That's how you said it right?

He snarls as he snatches up his phone looking up this and that before settling on doing the ultimate thing for you.

He bares his teeth when he sees JUST how long this will take and that he may have to move it depending on the sun.

But he rises early from bed anyway and gets all of the things needed for what he's fixing.

Soon the morning melts into night and Bakugou was lucky that it was in the dead of summer.

Katuski notices that you announce that you're going to"hit the hay" sooner than you normally do when you're not feeling yourself.

Nervousness begins to escape him through beads of sweat on his brow as begins the finishing touches.

You lie on your bed, scrolling through the old photos on your Insta. Longing for those flashes of lightning, corn fields brightened by the moon's light and those old winding backroads.

You open your window to let the warm air in, at least Japan and the south had one thing in common.

Even the bugs would scream late into the night about how hot the day was.

You lie back again, sighing as you scroll, longing for those times once more.

You missed the stars, you missed the barn cats, the hens, the long trips to the beach.

You scroll down a bit further and spy a picture that brings tears to your eyes.

"You're dumber than a box of rocks Y/N pull it together!" You whisper to yourself as you wipe your eyes.

It was only a photo of a large glass container absorbing all of that summer sun and a wide mouth quart mason jar filled with ice.

Ready to be filled.

Still tears fall and for the first time you cry.

Cry for the lost memories.

The lost time and most importantly your lost childhood.

That place took everything from you, forced you to the cities to sell and steal.

But here you were crying like a baby over some tea and the moon.

A harsh knock comes at your door that has your heart in your throat.

You toss your phone as if you were looking as something bad before clearing your throat.

"Coming honey. Gimme a sec I ain't decent." You say, not really lying as you look yourself over in the mirror.

It really wasn't decent for a Southern Belle to cry over some spilt sweet tea.

You open the door to be met with burning scarlet eyes.

"Honey really?" He asks with a smirk.

"Had I know it would have been you that the cat dragged in I would have said vinegar instead." You cross your arms, far from in the mood to deal with Bakugou of all people.

He gives you a pointed look, half knowing what you mean before he sighs heavily.

"I've got something for you now sit down and close your damn eyes." He snarls and you look at him suspiciously.

"Last time you 'had' something for me we scrapped with our fists." He rolls his eyes and gently guides you into your room. He ushers you to sit on your bed making his way back to the hall.

"No peeking damn it!" He growls. Now it is your turn to roll those gorgeous eyes before you close them with an exasperated sigh.

What in Sam's hell was he up to?

You hear an odd sound of clinking before he kicks your door shut.

A long silence stretches between the two of you before courage returns to Bakugou.

Something cool is pressed against your palm and you grab onto it quickly letting your eyes flutter open.

When you spy a mason jar filled with ice and sloshing tan liquid you squeal as if it were a wedding ring. Your reaction alarms Bakugou before he sees the smile forming on your kissable lips.

He swallows his hot desire as you jump up and down on the bed.

He swallows his hot desire as you jump up and down on the bed.

"Is this what I think it is?!" You bring the jar to your lips and taste.

Your body relaxes and your head tilts back, eyes fluttering as it brings a rush of memories.

How did he get the tea to sugar ratio so...so fucking perfect.

You dare not ask who made this tea because it was made right.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you take in all of the context clues.

Bakugou had been going outside every hour or so today. Making some sort of excuse not to leave the dorms today.

Then he holed himself up in the kitchen just before you had turned in for the night.

Lastly his cheeks were red, burning hot and it finally dawns on you that it isn't from his temper.

But from something else.

Your heart pounds in your chest.

"Is...is that enough sugar for you?" Bakugou asks hesitantly, scratching the back of his head.

You laugh aloud wondering if he realizes the double meaning to his words.

"What?! What is so fucking funny? Is it fucking laughable how bad it is?!" He growls standing as you set down your tea as your laughing fit sets in.

Finally you wipe away a stray tear before regaining your composure.

"Oh no. Bakugou it's great. But sugar has another meaning in the south." You giggle again before adding, "Sugar can mean kissing.

Bakugou stares at you for a moment, he watches as you brush you hair behind your hear. He drinks in the blush that burns in your cheeks seep down your throat as you realized what you've just said.

And he breathes in the sweet smell of summer air carried in on the breeze of your open window.

All day while he tended to that sun tea, moving it into direct sunlight he caught wiffs of smells that reminded him of you. Wild flowers, lilies, sunflowers, honeysuckle, all swaying in the wind watching as he worked and every time he opened the top to that tea he would smell that sharp black tea, combated by the sweet smell of sugar.

He slides his hands past your cheeks, wrapping fingers into hair as he pulls your face to his.

Capturing your lips with his own, and like every spar you've had with him you fight to be the winner. Pulling at this bottom lip with your teeth, demanding entrance the he allows but only for his tongue to win in the end.

He kisses you until you become putty in his hands, melting into his touch as your hand grips tightly onto his black skull tee shirt. A moan escapes your lips as he kisses you impossibly sensual and slowly.

He pulls away and you actually whine but he does not move far, pressing his forehead to yours.

He stares at you before a deadly smile crosses his slightly swollen lips. His voice comes out dangerously husky as he says

"Is that enough sugar for you?"

[inkwelloftheeldar]

The corner of Remy's lips twitched with a smile. He could never trust anyone. He just knew Evie was playing him dirty. At least, that's what his mind told itself. Did he care? Nah. Either way, he was coming out of this with a new friend.

"Well, well, looks like I'm 'bouta lose to de queen of Uno herself. Not dat I’m bitter," he added with a wink, glancing over at Jubilee who was on the verge of falling asleep. "But don'tchu go gettin' too smug now, Evie. I'ma let you win dis time 'cause I'm savin' my energy for when I really need it." Like when it’s time ta steal yer heart.

As Remy placed a card down, Jubilee chuckled from the side, shaking her head. She had already given up and pushed her pile to the center of the table. "Ouch, Remy. Looks like you're out of luck tonight. Remind me to never trust you in Vegas."

Remy chuckled along with her, his grin fading into something a little softer, and then into a yawn. "Guess we should call it a night, huh?" Evie hadn't claimed the game just yet, but he conceded and threw his pile in with Jube's.

Evie couldn’t help but chuckle at his exaggerations. Was it a jerk move? Sure. Was it a way to get back at him for earlier? Not at first. But there was an underlying motive.

“You really think I would trick you just for the fun of it? How dare you!” She chuckled, before she added an, “Uno, and changing it to red,” as she lowered one of the wild cards.

“It’s nothing personal this time, Remy. It’s just late and I’m sparing you from having to deal with my grouchy tired self. No charm could save you then, and it would probably chase the both of you away for good.”

[ninliane]

part two came a lot lot sooner than i imagined and you know why? because today is KUROO’S BIRTHDAY!! EVERYBODY SAY IT WITH ME NOW AND GREET THE MAN HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! 

(this is my favorite scenario so far so i hope you enjoy it! :> )

part 1

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walk home part 2 | kuroo tetsuro x reader

Beep Beep Beep

“Mmmgh..what..." (y/n) lifts her hand to her head. ‘Why does my head hurt so much..’ Her mind was groggy and she couldn’t think straight. What was she just doing? She pulls her hand back and it’s only then she notices the tape covering a needle inside her hand. "WOAH!" She almost screams and sits right up, only to have a wave of pain go through her head. 

Beside her she sees someone wake up and immediately comes to her side.      "(y/n)!" Yaku exclaims. He gently lets her lie back down again. "Don't move too much.." he says.

"Yaku..you're here..what happened...?" she asks. Yaku breathes a sigh of relief. The last thing she remembers was that she walking home, then all of a sudden she just...passed out after that?

"You were found on an ally by..." Yaku looks to the right and hesitates. He shakes his head and pulls a chair, sitting next to (y/n) and holding her hand. His eyes were filled with concern as he asked, "What do you remember?"

She looks down and scrunches her face. "I don't know..." she tries her hardest to remember, “I was just walking home and then everything went dark..”. (y/n) looked back at him and suddenly remembered. 

“Wait..where is Kuroo?” 

Yaku’s grip tightened on her hand, he dipped his head remorse as he said nothing. (y/n), now uneasy, put her free hand on top of his, “Yaku, where is Kuroo.”,  she asked firmly which cause him to slowly look up and her face. 

“He’s with the police right now.”

(y/n) was stunned at the statement, her fear taking over. “What?! Why!?” she exclaimed. “He didn’t do anything wrong!” Yaku stated quickly to assure her. “It’s just, he’s with the guy who..” he paused, “..who did this to you.”

 “Someone..did this to me?” All of a sudden she remembered. Lev told her someone was following her on the way home. “Was it Kuroo who found me?” Yaku nodded. “I need to go to him,” she said removing her blanket and struggling to get off her bed. 

She tried to take off her IV only for Yaku to stop her. “Woah woah (y/n)! You’re not going anywhere, you can’t!” “But-” “Kuroo wants to see you as well! More than ever!” he assured her, “But he had to go to the police station to question the guy; that’s why he asked me to stay here with you.” (y/n) looked at him and quickly gave in. 

“How did he take it?” Yaku had a firm expression on his face, “I won’t sugarcoat it for you,” (y/n) nodded, “He nearly went feral when he saw you on the ground. He saw the guy in front of you and instantly got violent with him. Kai, Kenma, Lev and I got to him before he went too out of control.”

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“Why were you following her.”

Kuroo’s deep stern voice echoed through the room. It was a voice anyone would be scared of. A voice that was rarely heard from him. However, the guy wearing their school uniform didn’t change his bored expression as he sat in front of him with the hands handcuffed to the table. 

“These handcuffs really don’t suit my wrists, don’t you think?” he inspected them. Kuroo felt his irritation rise up and slammed his fist on the table. “Why..were you following her?” he said quietly 

The student merely sighed and crossed his legs. “Oh well, I supposed it can’t be helped, darling.” Internally, Kuroo cringed at the nickname. His voice was slick and his overall character seemed confident and very smug. “I simply carried out a task a student from a,” he paused and looked up with his finger on his chin, “how do you people call them..a power house school?” 

Kuroo’s eyes widened. “Don’t tell me their volleyball team..” “Mm yes darling! You got it!” the student smiled and applauded, “I was sent by their captain to watch over your little flower to..lower your morality in time for your little competition, in his words.” 

His chest felt a pang, emotions overcame him. Which school was this? Why would they resort to violence for this? Why would they HURT (y/n)?! Is this..his fault? Something snapped inside Kuroo. He quickly stood up, knocking his chair over, running out of the room and slamming the door in the process. The student looked at him with a questionable yet annoyed look on his face, “Well, ta ta to you too, Mr. Captain.”

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“(y/n)!” 

Kuroo burst in the room. Earlier after they took the situation in, (y/n) and Yaku became bored and decided to play Uno with the deck of cards that were in (y/n)’s bag..which explains all the cards scattered on her blanket.

The pair looked up at the black-haired captain. “Tetsu!!” (y/n) perked up. The captain rushed to her side and engulfed her in a warm embrace. “Oh god I-,” he choked on his words, “I’m so happy you’re awake.” “Testuro..” (y/n) smiled and closed her eyes. 

Yaku stared at them and without breaking eye contact, put his second to the last card on the pile of cards and quietly whispered, “Uno..”. Satisfied, he got up from his chair, “I’ll leave you two be now, Lev and the others are almost here so I’ll wait for them at the entrance.” 

The couple pulled apart and Kuroo turned to his friend, “Yakkun, thank you so much for being here.” he spoke genuinely. Yaku smiled and shrugged, “Hey, she may be your girlfriend but she’s my best friend too, I’d do anything for her.” (y/n) felt her heart melt as she a huge smile on her face. Yaku left the room and the two were left alone.

“Here, lie next to me.” (y/n) moved to her right and patted the empty space on her bed. Kuroo did as she told and lay down sideways. (y/n) moved her head to his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. The couple was quiet for a few minutes until Kuroo spoke up. “You have no idea how scared I was when I saw you..” 

I’m so so sorry I didn’t believe you. I should’ve listened when you first told me about it.” His eyes were genuine as his voice was laced with remorse and regret. (y/n) shook her head and buried her head even deeper. “You’re here now and that all I care about.” she really meant it. 

Kuroo’s eyes felt hot as his eyes welled up, he managed to suppress it though as he held her even tighter. “I love you so so much (y/n), to the moon and back..you’re my everything.” (y/n) looked up at him and smiled, their faces inches apart, “I love you too, Tetsuro.”

Kuroo closed the distance by connecting his lips with her. His kiss was desperate and longing, thankful that she was still with him. Kuroo moved his hands to her hips and shifted their positions while not breaking the kiss so that she was lying on top of him. (y/n) moved her hands to his hair and entangled her fingers on his black messy hair as she deepened the ki-

“(y/n)-chan!”

The sound of the door opening made Kuroo instantaneously bring (y/n) back to her original position and stood up beside her, just in time as Lev popped his head in.

The couple looked at each other with widened expressions before giggling as Lev looked at the two smiling yet still confused.