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teamatsumu · 1 year ago

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: ̗̀➛ his.

kise needs to prove to haizaki that he can’t steal you from him.

pairing: kise ryota x reader

word count: 1,887

✎ suggestive themes, self doubt, angst if you squint

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Kise had known that the outcome of winning the Kaijo vs Fukuda Sogo match wouldn’t be good. But he had expected Haizaki to resort to his usual violent tendencies. In fact, he was almost hoping for it at this point, after seeing what exactly Haizaki was trying to do as part of his revenge. He hadn’t anticipated this at all.

He glared at Haizaki across the table as he conversed with you, talking about the “good old middle school days I spent with Ryota-kun”. Kise nearly barfed at the words, knowing not one sentence that left his rotten mouth was true. He didn’t expect you to know that though. You were listening in intrigue, munching on your lunch and smiling at certain points of Haizaki’s (completely fabricated) stories. Kise felt his hold on his chopsticks tighten, jaw clenching in repressed anger. His leg shook under the table to try and allay some of his anxiety. It was not working.

It was supposed to be a nice, spontaneous shopping date when he had picked you up at your place this morning. He needed new basketball shoes, and it was the perfect excuse to drag you along. He wanted to take every opportunity to spend time with you now that you were officially his. In his mind, this was your first official date after he had asked you to be his girlfriend.

Kise had liked you from the minute he saw you in his class. You had made the transition from Teiko Middle School to Kaijo High way easier for him. You had been kind and befriended him early on when he asked for your help on a particularly difficult Math question (he knew the answer, he just needed an excuse to talk to you). You had enthusiastically agreed to help him, and the rest had been history.

To Kise, you were special. You didn’t care about his athletic pursuits or his modeling career. While you supported him wholeheartedly in all his endeavors, they didn’t define him. And he loved that about you. You were different to him than the usual girls who flocked to him, attracted by the glitter and glam and unable to see the boy underneath. Had it not been so early in your relationship, Kise would wax poetic about you every opportunity he got.

But this was new. It was new and fresh and so, so delicate. He couldn’t risk unintentionally pushing you away. Not when he had just got you.

And so the fear gripped him as he watched you laugh at something Haizaki said, realizing that he could very easily lose you to the man sitting in front of you right now. He had done it before, after all. It wouldn’t be difficult for him to woo you. He had run into the two of you while you shopped, greeting Kise like a long-lost friend and introducing himself as Kise’s old best buddy before Kise could get a single word out. He didn’t even have time to process what was happening before Haizaki was inviting you two to have lunch with him, to which you excitedly agreed, claiming you wanted to know Kise’s old friend, And you were always so kind. How was he supposed to explain to you that Haizaki was a snake? How was he supposed to drag you away without coming off as an asshole? You would probably tell him that he was being too harsh. You always saw the good in people.

You had seen the good in him, hadn’t you?

Kise felt a nudge at his side, turning his head to look at you seated by his side. You were looking at him worriedly, eyes wide and lips pursed in apprehension.

“Are you okay, Ryo-kun?” Your voice was so soft it naturally made his stiff shoulders loosen. He let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

Across the table, Haizaki was smirking dangerously on him, a glint in his eye that told Kise all he needed to know. A claw gripped his heart, throat knotting as the fears of his middle school days encroached on his mind.

Your gentle touch on his arm made him finally move, standing up so abruptly it startled you. You blinked owlishly up at him, and he felt almost bad for doing this, if not for the sweat building up on the back of his neck.

“Can we leave, Y/N-cchi? I’m feeling a bit under the weather.” He tried to keep his voice steady, pointedly ignoring Haizaki’s burning stare. You nodded hastily, standing up and giving Haizaki a smile that made Kise want to scream.

“I guess we have to cut this short, huh?” Haizaki lumbered to his feet, giving Kise a grin that was so fake it took everything for him to not roll his eyes. “We should meet up more often, Y/N-chan, I have so many other stories about Ryota you would love to hear.”

Over Kise’s dead body.

He had reached for your hand, gripping it tightly in his own before throwing a glare at Haizaki, turning to walk out with you in tow. He had used your first name, and addressed you with an endearing honorific. After just one meeting. One conversation. Was that all it took?

“Ryo-kun, slow down!”

Kise blinked and stopped walking, turning to look back at you. He gasped and dropped his hand when he realized how tightly he was holding it, feeling his neck and ears heat up in embarrassment. He gave you a sheepish smile.

“Sorry, Y/N-cchi,” he rubbed the back of his head. “I got carried away.”

You sighed and took his hand again, looking around before leading him to an empty bench down the street. You sat down and patted the spot next to you, waiting for him to seat himself before you began to talk.

“You want to tell me what’s going on?”

Kise stared at you for a bit, gulping in what he assumed was a discreet way. “What do you mean? Nothing’s going on.”

Your face was blank as you looked at him, raising a delicate eyebrow in a way that clearly said that’s bullshit. Kise almost laughed.

“You were clearly uncomfortable around Shogo-kun. From the minute we met him, you’ve been quiet. It’s not like you.”

He didn’t hear a word past Shogo-kun. How long had it taken for you to start calling him anything other than Kise-kun? Haizaki had already made more progress in an hour than he had done in months.

“Ryo-kun?” You leaned towards him, and Kise felt every muscle in his body scream. He was panicking, he knew it. It seemed like all his confidence had suddenly gone down the drain. He felt the urge to run far, far away so he didn’t have to witness you spend a single happy minute with Haizaki. And even though Haizaki wasn’t here, Kise felt like the man was hanging over him like a shadow.

“Oh, Ryota, Y/N-chan.” This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t be real. He watched Haizaki walk up to where you both sat. “You guys are still here. I thought you left, considering Ryota was feeling…… under the weather.”

That fucking tone. Haizaki was mocking him. Kise felt something simmer in his chest, feeling anger that he hadn’t felt since his last tough basketball game. You were looking between both of them in confusion, at the intense staring contest he had going with Haizaki. Kise felt bad, dragging you into this mess just because he won a basketball game. In the grand scheme of things, and compared to you, that win was nothing. Had Kise known this would ensue, he would never have provoked Haizaki or even played in the game.

“We were just leaving.” You stood up, pulling Kise out of his thoughts. Your stance was purposeful and closed off, which made Kise bite the inside of his cheek with worry. Had he freaked you out? Were you upset?

He wordlessly got to his feet and followed you when you tugged on his hand, feeling anxious that this would somehow ruin things between the two of you. A mere ten feet of walking later, you turned around abruptly, looking up at Kise with a heated stare that made him freeze.

“Kiss me.”

Kise’s mouth fell open in shock, eyes so wide he felt like they were ready to pop out of his skull. “H-huh?”

“You want to show him that I belong to you, right?” You leaned closer. “That’s what all the glaring is about. Well, do it. He’s watching.”

Kise instinctively turned his head behind you to see, and sure enough, Haizaki was standing right where you two had left him, only a few strides away, watching both of you, hands stuffed casually in his pockets. He smirked when their eyes met. Kise realized that in that moment, Haizaki probably thought you two were having an argument.

He felt his chest burn in anger.

The next second he turned back to you, one hand reaching up to hold the back of your head and the other on your waist, pulling you in until your lips were meeting in a searing kiss.

He nearly pulled away in surprise when you kissed him back just as aggressively, hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, standing on your tiptoes and tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Kise nearly moaned, winding an arm around your waist until your body was flush against his. The people walking past you two faded away from his mind, and he felt his core tighten at how good you felt.

You had never kissed like this. In the handful of times that you had, it had been soft and hesitant, testing the waters, giggling and laughing as you exchanged gentle pecks after a good date. You had never arched into him like this, never sighed and hummed or tugged on his hair until little tingles ran through his scalp. He relished in the feeling of you, in the soft give of your hips under his hands, tongue running over your lips until you opened your mouth and let him in. Kise groaned long and low into your mouth, at how pliant you were being. His cock twitched in his trousers.

He turned you slightly and opened his eyes, still kissing and licking at your lips, eyes laser focused on the person behind you. Haizaki’s mouth had dropped open, and he looked pissed off as he lifted his hand, showing Kise a middle finger before turning and walking in the other direction.

Kise smirked and closed his eyes, both arms wrapping around your frame and kissing you harder, longer, not caring at the weird looks you were attracting.

He kicked himself for ever doubting your love, for ever doubting you and your devotion to him. It took so many months, but that meant one thing; you two had entered this relationship with complete trust and comfort, and a fake, one hour conversation with some random guy wasn’t going to mess that up. Haizaki could try over and over and it still wouldn’t work. This was one thing he couldn’t steal. And the way you whimpered into his mouth when he bit at your lip proved it.

You were Kise’s. No one else’s.

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tenkasato · 6 months ago

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could i rrquest some highschool drama with kise ryota? thanks a bunch!

High school drama it is. Please grant me the privilege of being the pettiest, most cliche I could be with this request. Again, sorry for the very long wait. And thank you for sending this request and always being supportive of my work. Enjoy! ^^

Pairing: Kaijo!Kise x reader (implied)

“What did you say?”

Shinohara Tomori looked you straight in the eye as if taunting you. And you were so close, SO CLOSE, to scratching those judgemental eyes out of their sockets and throwing them across the corridor. But you kept your temper at bay and instead waited for this classmate of yours to repeat herself.

“I know you heard me clearly,” Tomori took a step closer and you had to lift your head a bit to keep the eye contact with the taller girl, “Kise-chan doesn’t want to have anything to do with you, so I suggest you stop following him like some lost puppy, because you’re just making a fool out of yourself.”

Seriously? Such a girl existed? You thought you only saw these kinds of scenarios in the movies.

“First,” you took a step closer, squared your shoulders in an effort to look tough in front of Tomori and her group of (tall) friends, “I don’t follow him around. I’m his tutor and friend. Second, if you’re trying to pull me into a fight and get me to the principal’s office, then you should give up, because I won’t cause a scene.”

A smirk crossed Tomori’s face as her eyes glinted with an almost giddy glee. “You don’t have to pretend. Everybody in this school knows how madly in love you are with Kise-chan. Hate to break it to you, but he’s not interested in someone like you.”

The statement caught you off guard. You bit your lower lip. After graduating from Teiko, you had set your eyes on going to Kaijo for high school. At the same time, Kise was scouted by the Kaijo basketball team. That was a bonus. You were close friends after all. You didn’t follow him here.

That was the truth, but somehow that wasn’t how others saw it.

Gathering up your thoughts, you gulped and said calmly, “You know what, you can go and make silly gossips about me. I don’t care. Go and have your fun.”

Pivoting on her heels, you decided to just let them be. You knew the truth to yourself. There was no point in bickering with mindless girls about Kise because in the end, it was up to them to believe in what they wanted to believe in.

Tomori grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. “Aww, don’t cry. That’s why we’re here, right girls? We’re going to help you move on from your not-so-little crush on Kise-chan.”

“Can you stop calling him that?” you hissed, still struggling to keep your cool, “What are you, close friends or something? I bet Ryouta doesn’t even know who you are—”

You didn’t realize what was happening until you staggered a few steps back after being shoved by Tomori. You weren't given the time to properly recover when the girl started shouting into your face.

“I’ve dated him several times before, you little bitch!”

One of the girls behind Tomori piped up, “Tomori here is Kise-kun’s type, so stop dreaming for something impossible to happen.”

Please, Kise never dated the same woman twice. There was no way Tomori was telling the truth.

You shrugged. “He doesn’t really pick up girls, just so you know. So I’m not sure where you got the idea that you’re his type.”

That did it. Ohh, boy. Tomori’s face was bright red now—almost as red as her lipstick that you wanted to laugh. She grabbed the front of your shirt forcibly. The rest of the girls were now slowly surrounding you in a circle.

“Let me get this straight,” Tomori spat hatefully, “You’re just a little bitch who’s hungry for attention. No matter how hard you study, no matter how much you help Kise, he will never look at you the way you want him to. He’s just using you. Wonder why Kise’s never dated you before? Because you’re just a little bitch with a hideous face!”

Despite the situation that you got yourself into, the impending danger you were about to face from these monstrous witches with unimaginably long talons, you found yourself giggling a bit even though you were a breath away from retaliating physically.

“What’s so funny, little bitch?”

You shook your head in amusement. “Is ‘little bitch’ the only insult in your short list of vocabulary?”

“HOW DARE YOU!” came the blood-curdling screech.

You braced yourself from the upcoming blows from the girls. but none came, much to your astonishment. What was even more surprising was the arm that was now wrapped around your shoulders. You raised your head sideways to meet the gaze of a pair of golden irises.

“What’s going on?”

Shifting your attention from Kise back to Tomori and her band of friends, you noticed how their expressions flickered from smug to surprise and puzzlement just like a light bulb.

Catching up on the way Kise’s eyes now flaring furiously, you tugged on the sleeves of his shirt and murmured, “Nothing. Let’s go.”

“You can’t just let it slip like that,” he said tiredly, looking back at the girls who were still speechless because of his sudden appearance.

“It’s okay. Let’s go.”

You wanted to tell him all the mean things they had just said. You wanted so much to see how Kise would put these girls in their place, and Kise would if you told him to, but Kise should not be dragged into this mess.

As you were about to pull him away from the circle, Kise opened his mouth, “I heard everything you told her. I don’t exactly know when we dated, but don’t you ever talk to her that way again.”

Alarmed, but also slightly please, you started to drag Kise away hastily. This was bad. What if that ruined Kise’s image or something?

“Go ahead! Run! Nobody wants a stupid model like you when you can’t even pass your exams in—”

Shinohara Tomori wasn't given the chance to finish her sentence and not even Kise was able to react on time despite his quick reflexes, because you had tackled the poor girl to the floor with fist raised.

~ O ~

“Why did you do that?”

You made a noise and chose to ignore him. You sulked on the bench with your favourite cup of milk tea. You looked up and gazed at the setting sun.

“Hey you, look at me,” Kise urged, sitting down beside you with a worried expression marring his face. “Look what happened to your face. That girl did quite a number on you.”

You chuckled and turned to him, giving him a full view of the length of the now bandaged scratch you had on your cheek. You gave him a conceited smile. “Not as much as I did to her. Didn’t you see her two black-eyes? Also her busted lips and bruised—”

Kise groaned loudly. “Lucky you were just given a warning. If it were someone else, the principal would’ve given a week of suspension.”

Shrug. “Lucky they like me then.”

He scratched his head in frustration. “We were about to walk away, you know? And you just had to.”

“She called you ‘stupid’,” you grumbled, staring at the cup as though it was the most interesting thing in the world.

Kise watched you play with the straw quietly and waited for you to elaborate. He was only met with silence. This wasn’t the first time you let hell break loose. There was another time in Teiko when you violently kicked a guy in the groin after finding out that he was hurting the basketball players when the referee had not been looking. If Aomine hadn’t pulled you away in time, Kise knew that you would’ve choked the guy to death.

Instead of reprimanding you, Kise placed an arm around you instead, leaning closer. “Don’t go that far for me again, will you? I can handle myself.”

You huffed in response. “Well, tell your girlfriends to stop bothering me then.”

Kise raised his free hand defensively. “Hey, I can’t tell them to unlove me, you know. It’s not my fault they’re obsessed with me.”

“You should really get a ‘real’ girlfriend,” you rolled your eyes and elbowed his ribs gently, “Maybe your fangirls would back off a little.”

His eyes glimmered the slightest at that, but you didn’t see that quick flash as he leaned his head on top of youra.

“Yeah, I guess I’ll get one soon, and you’ll be the first to meet her.”

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ushiko · 14 days ago

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Hihi! I'm not sure if your requests are open and if you still write for Kuroko No Basket but can you do love triangle between Kise, Aomine and Reader? Like reader is Kaijo's manager and she easily gained Kise's respect due to how smart she was, plus it'd be nice of she's skilled in basketball too. And Kaijo and Too Academy practice together for about a month and they have to stay at same place and that's where Aomine meets reader, who he found to be his type. Three of them interact a LOT so Kise and Aomine found out that they both, in fact, have feelings for the same girl so they try to impress her? I'm sorry if this too specific😭pls take your time<3

you wanna piece of me?

pairings: kise x gn! reader, aomine x gn! reader

word count: 2.3k

author note: please be nice to me on this! this is the first thing I have written in over a year so I am trying my best. its not my best work but I hope you enjoy this anon!

the smell of sweet and cheap cologne filled the gym since the boys believed spraying on cologne could mask the body odor coming off their bodies. it was pungent on your nose but you didn't mind it. watching them play and run across the court was always mesmerizing. you much rather be on the court than stuck to the sidelines picking up basketballs or filling up water bottles but a knee injury at the end of your middle school year stopped you from playing anymore. your eyes followed the three-point throw made by Kise Ryouta as he smoothly shot it in with a bright smile on his face. he looked so effortless as he was shooting. he was one of a kind.

"(y/n)-chan did you see my shot?1" he yelled across the court.

you giggle, " yes kise. i saw it though you could've had better foot movement towards the line before your shot. You almost didn't make it."

a small pout forms on his lips," why can't you just celebrate my shot!? i made it in at least."

he walks closer to me as everyone decides to take a small break for a breather. his golden hair shined bright under the dingy gym lights almost like a halo circling his head. he walked over with a skip in his step as he grabbed the bottle in your head to take a long sip.

"you did make it but still it could have been better," you state as he places the bottle back in your outstretched hand.

he groans," you know, you are way too smart for your own good. should be your own coach at this point like Riko! but then i would lose you and i can't have that."

a warmth flows through your heart to your face as you mull over his words. you didn't think that he would care so much for your opinion as a manager as you were just a simple manager with a lost basketball career.

"well, thank you, kise. but don't worry i am not going anywhere. you will still have my critiques on your dunks and dribbling till third year."

"hey! i am working on my dribbling. it is getting better."

"are you sure about that? last time i saw you dribble it was trash."

a loud, mocking voice echoed into the gym as the door swung open letting in the bright light from outside into the gym.

"Aomine, what are you doing here?!" kise screeched.

"did you forget that we are training for Too for a month while their gym is being repaired?" you remind Kise.

"huh!!? no i don't because i would have heavily objected to this!"

"i told you last week kise during lunch, were you not listening to me?" you question him as he turns towards you with a raised brow.

"i swear i was listening!"

you raise your own brow," are you sure or were you to busy listening to Tabio talk about his new gaming consle,?"

kise stutters as he runs his hands roughly through his hair as his teammates begin cackling behind you.

"i don't know who you are but i like you," aomine laughs as he wraps a arm around your shoulder.

you jump as you feel his skin touch your shoulder which makes you eye the hand hanging off your shoulder. your eyes shift up to meet his as a smirk lays across his face.

"hey! hands off!"

kise grabs your hand and pulls you towards him with his own two arms wrapping around your shoulders. this was too much touching for your liking as you slowly moved kise's arms off of you.

"listen, lets just get started on practice. we all still have to get home and do school work, okay?" you calmly state to everyone as they all nod and begin to head back to the court.

aomine and kise were standing glaring at each other with each of their chests puffed out. you roll your eyes and sigh as you watch the two continue to get closer to one another till they are face to face.

"stay away from her!"

"hey! don't say that, i can defend for myself, kise!"

kise looks at me with puppy eyes, " i am protecting you from this heathen. he is not to be trusted."

aomine laughed loudly while rolling his eyes at kise.

"shut your damn mouth, kise."

aomine turns towards your with that same sly smirk on his lips. you couldn't deny aomine was an attractive man but you knew his reputation. he was rude and ruthless especially on the court. you enjoyed his way of playing when he was actually on the court.

"watch me play, sweetheart. i am ten times better than that loser," aomine whispers to you as he knocks a little on your cheek.

with that he shuffled to the court, with your eyes on him, he sent a small wink before turning back to his team.

"do not fall for his shit! he is no good!" kise exclaims while covering your eyes with his hand. you shove his hand off your face and laugh.

"then prove me wrong kise. he just said that he is ten times better than you," you chide as you can see the steam almost come out of his ears.

he puffed out his chest," you got it, (y/n)-chan. i am going to prove to you that i way better than him!"

with that he runs quickly to the court, as the two teams begin having a practice game. aomine and kise both face of with each other for most of the game. it was mesmerizing to watch them play against each other and push each other to their best abilities. you had never seen kise play so hard during practice. it was not hard to see that kise was pushing himself to the edge to keep up with aomine and his plays.

once the game ended, both were breathing heavily with their hands placed tightly on their knees. you began cleaning up as practice was wrapping up and you wanted to get home quickly for dinner.

"so, what did you think?"

you turn quickly to see kise and aomine standing there like children waiting for their prize. you eye them eerily and say," you both played very well. but there could be improvements."

"huh?!" they both screech through the now mostly empty gym.

"you both have stuff you can work on. like kise, your foot work can be quicker and aomine you need to work on giving other people the ball when you don't have an available shot. no one likes a ball hogger."

you continue to clean the gym as they stood silently which was a first since kise usually filled the air during this time while helping you clean on most days.

"but if you had to pick one, who played better?" kise asks while following you around through out the gym.

you shrug your shoulders, " i think you played equally well. no one played better than the other."

"but if you had to pic-"

"kise," you laugh," you played well and aomine played well. lets just clean up and head home."

you walk away from both of them, leaving them standing alone on the court.

///

"stay away from her," kise firmly states while facing aomine.

aomine smirks, " why? are you two together or something?"

kise knows a blush his on his cheeks as he felt a rush of heat hit his body. he has liked you for a long time but would never admit to it. you were too good for him, too good for this world. you deserve better than some guy like him who already has reputation as a womaizer even though he is the furthest from it.

"that is none of your business. just stay away from her."

kise knew from the start that he felt something special for you. when you met you on his first practice with his new team, your bright smile made his heart soar and beat in a way he couldn’t explain. he wouldn’t let some player, especially aomine, take you away and break your heart. He wanted to protect you but only wanted you to himself.

aomine chuckles while moving closer to kise till their eyes were level with one another.

"i think she gets to decide that. plus, i like seeing you so flustered over her. i think i want to see how far this goes."

with those final words, aomine walks away with a loud cackle and patting kise's shoulder.

"let the game begin!" aomine yells as he walks out the door with a loud bang.

kise groans while messily running his hand through his hair.

this is going to be a long month.

///

this month could not wrap up fast enough. kise and aomine were in a fight about every day who was better at shots, dribbles, and even foot movements. they were in some competition and at this point, everyone was sick of it. especially you.

every time they wrapped up practice, they would come sprinting up to you to grill you on who you believed played better. you would always just answer the same way the first time that each played each other. they played equal to their abilities. neither one was better than the other.

the competition eventually led to places outside the court especially when we went out for dinner. they compete against each other to see who can down the most bowls or eat the most plates. though both eventually end up so sick that they almost miss practice. as much as these two gave you the biggest migraines that you have experienced, you will miss their shenanigans when aomine goes back to his own school.

he had a reputation as a all around bad boy who did not care about anyone or anything. but he was far from it. he was fairly sweet to those he was closest to but just didn't know how to express it in the greatest way. he often helped you pick up the gym after practice was over even though you knew he wanted to get dressed and clean before he headed home. he would ignore your protest and help you pick up all the trash, balls, and towels left behind. plus, you loved watching the dynamic between kise and aomine grow.

when it was just you three in the gym, you got to see them work together and collaborate to make certain plays and even teach each other how to be better players. watching them laugh and play together made you imagine what they were like with each other in middle school playing together. you giggled as you watch them bicker over the smallest thing.

"so last day of practice together, what is going to the last match up going to be?"

they glance at each other quickly while you watch a slick smile cross both of their faces. oh no, they are up to no good.

"well, we were thinking of trying something different this time," kise says nonchalantly.

"and what you that be?" you quiz them with a raised brow.

"we are going to compete for ...a date with you," aomine states firmly.

you stare at them both widely as the smirk on their faces turn into wide smiles. there is no way both of them wanted to have a date with you.

"a date with me?" you shyly ask pointing at yourself.

kise and aomine shrug and nod their heads.

"look, we were talking with one another and realized that we both liked you and we want to leave it up to you to decide who you want to date. but we thought it might be fair if we each took you out, make it fair, you know," kise explains.

you slowly nod, "okay...um, thank you but why me?"

"what do you mean, why you? why not you?" aomine firmly asks.

"i mean that you guys could have any girls in school and you want me? or you sure this is just not one of your stupid competitions to see who wins and then once one of you wins, you'll leave me in the dust. i don't want to be part of some silly game."

they both shake their head frantically and take steps towards you. you began to feel yourself curl in as the heart in your chest was pounding louder than when you played. your head swirled with too many thoughts and emotions to even process in this moment.

"that is not what this is at all. we would never do that to you. i would never do that to you," kise firmly states.

"right. that's not the kind of game we want to play," aomine agrees.

you nod slowly. this was too much. it was the last thing you expected. looking into their eyes you knew that they were telling the truth. they never would hurt you but were you even sure that you liked them in that way? kise has been your friend since you became a manager and you have had some mixed feelings about him but seeing him flirting with multiple girls did not help the confusion in your mind. aomine you only met a month ago but you did have a lot of fun with him and enjoyed his presence. he was sweeter, kind, and more compassionate than you could have imagined. you could feel the migraine coming on as you stood in front of them in the dead of the gym silence.

"I don't know what to do," you whisper, " this is too much. i have to go."

you run quickly to the door as they shout your name behind you. you felt dizzy and every limb felt numb.

are they lying? is it really just a game to them?

or are they telling the truth? do they genuinely like you?

this was more complicated than any basketball game you have ever played.

what should you do?

tbh i am not sure if i should keep going on this maybe in like separate parts where you only choose one or maybe go poly ???

i need opinions because i could just leave it up to your choosing. let me know!

✿ ushiko ; do not steal, copy, or plagiarize my work

reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated!!

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thewritetofreespeech · 2 years ago

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hi! i see your requests are open. can i ask about a headcanon where reader is a volleyball player in kaijo and just like kise, is also really popular, but reader is a huge introvert, doesn't really like the attention they're getting and gets overwhelmed by it from time to time. much like a black cat x golden retriever couple energy. thank you so much!

Kise + Volleyball star reader

Kise is of course always excited to get attention.

Luckily he is popular, but even then he stacks the deck sometimes to get more attention.

When this happens s/o is less thrilled to be around him than usual. They hate crowds.

He tries to be respectful of this but often forgets as he’s a little self-centered.

As an extrovert he just can’t understand why anyone so pretty, and talented, and all around great wouldn’t want people to tell them about it.

Does admire their ‘keep your head down’ work ethic to their sports craft.

Since he’s always had Copy, he’s never really had to work that hard; unless it’s with the GOM or Serin.

Their dedication and spirit is something very attractive to him.

Makes an absolute scene at their matches. Brings banners. Blow horns. Has a ‘Go [Y/N]- cchi’ headband made.

Doesn’t mean to embarrass them. He’s just so excited and wants to show his support.

Appreciate that s/o comes to his games. Even if they cheer a little more quietly.

#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers)#kise ryouta #knb kise #kise ryota x reader #kise ryota headcanons #knb headcanons #knb hc #kuroko no basket headcanons #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basket hc

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shoichee · 4 years ago

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hiii tysm for keeping this fandom alive... i was wondering if i could request hugging hcs for Moriyama, Kasamatsu, and Hayakawa? like what kind of hugs do they give, when, etc.?

BANGER REQUEST THIS IS SUCH A UNIQUE ONE I LOVE THIS THANK YOU ANON.... i hope you’re still around :^)

[Headcanons]

Moriyama Yoshitaka

this guy is literally the definition of touch-starved LOL

once he finds his special someone, they’re gonna need to prepare themselves for TONS of verbal affection… even if they don’t get his convoluted words half the time

that being said, he wouldn’t be awkward with hugs, but it’s his misinterpretations and poor executions of the hugs that make things awkward

in his MIND, he THINKS he’s being mega suave and totally seducing you with his mannerisms, and you’re just here like, “umm… you know you can just… ask for a hug if you wanted one.”

“According to my research though, it’s better to approach this more poetically in order to be seen in a more profound light with the person you like.”

“Huh? Are you actually trusting the internet more than me about what I want—”

“Sorry, sorry, here,” he would mumble in defeat and immediately bring you to nestle your head against his chest

this type of interaction would be very frequent in the early stages of your shared relationship, where Moriyama would try to salvage his poor social skills by hugging you against body, and him putting his hand to cradle your head while the other is around your waist

of course, even if you were exasperated with him, you can’t help but eventually hug him back and snuggle closer

canon: he’d have unique scents on him every once in a while, because he’s someone to use scented deodorant sprays (like citrus, in the Replace novel)

he’d actually be unintentionally charismatic with his actions? like, if he doesn’t open his mouth and wordlessly hugs you, his body just knows how to accommodate you:

sad? happy? clingy? affectionate? lazy? when he sees your current mood, he just somehow knows what type of hugs to give you…

he thinks the internet advice is working, but in reality, he’s just inherently very in-tuned with people’s emotions; for example, he’s one of the few people who can see straight through Kasamatsu and his inner struggles, and he’s always the first person to suggest roundabout ways to make him relax

so because of this, sometimes he’d make the most confusing statements and random trivias he found from his “research” just to try to look for an opportunity to sneak up and glomp on you “tactfully” (never works, and you end up sighing that *sigh* before letting yourself be open on purpose for Moriyama to sneak in with a hug)

this dude is the type of guy who’d find every opportunity to hug you in front of his teammates to subtly show off how “experienced” he was in dating LOL and then he’d probably say something like, “If you follow the signs I told you guys about, you’ll all be able to have cute dates too, you know…” all while giving that little comical pout and index finger point at them… maybe flipping his bang to the side with that finger too…

but again, he’s touch-starved, so deep inside, he really, REALLY likes hugging you and wants to touch you every moment he gets

whenever he hugs you, he’s at his most “normal,” where he drops the whole “fate, elements, advice” talk and just has normal conversations and genuine muses… although a random corny line might slip out of habit

he hugs you before school, during school, after school, but rarely during practice or games or anything like that… which is surprisingly odd

he’ll hug you in front of his teammates during school no problem, but if it’s right before a practice or a game, he usually doesn’t, mostly because he’s usually very concentrated on the upcoming challenge… and not to mention, he’s a 3rd-year, so he does want to set a good example for the underclassmen in prioritizing the team first

he has no problem scouting for your face on the stands before a game starts though, and of course, he’d pester his team about how cute you looked in the stands

once games end, if you allowed him, he’d usually jog straight to you and would try to give you a quick hug before he’d go back to his teammates to the lockers

Kasamatsu Yukio

touch-starved guy #2, but is also afraid of physical contact

not because he doesn’t like it, but the concept of someone hugging him or him hugging someone for ROMANTIC reasons is so foreign

it’s the fact that he knows he’ll get super sweaty, clammy, and stiff and he KNOWS he’d focus on everything but also on nothing, and at that point he’ll just shut down—

so touch-starved that when he gets a hug from you, he’d be hyper-fixated on EVERYTHING about you and where you’re touching, and his brain would just overload

so the result is the same old Yukio being frozen and stammery and red

in other words, YOU have to initiate the hugs

whenever you hug him, he’s gonna first flinch and then respond by stiffly holding his arms out to support your weight against his body… and then after a few seconds of contact, he would awkwardly pat his two hands on your back in this loose hug he’s doing LOL

all while being red, of course

but how much he hugs depends on how much you go up to him for hugs; as much as he grumbles and stammers and lamely complains, he’d never reject any of your hugs, even with the hesitant reciprocation

if you two are alone, he’s much quicker to hug you back… if you hug him in public or in front of his teammates, he’s more likely to be frozen stiff and slower to pat your arms in a shy hug

however, the times when Kasamatsu would be at his lowest and most emotional are when Kasamatsu initiates the hugs first, often out of nowhere with fierce, tight holds while nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck/top of your shoulder

once he reveals his most vulnerable side like this to you in hugging you, it’d be huge milestone in which he would be more inclined to initiate physical contact without being in a flustered state

all in all, give the poor captain some time… eventually when you’ll reach a certain part of your relationship (see bullet points above), he’ll be comfortable enough to hug you without being a mess

so when he finally gets to this point, he will always ask you for consent (or at least give you a heads up) before he hugs you or physically touches you with, “May I…?” or “Do you mind…?”

and most of the time, or near always, you’d reply, “Of course, Yukio.”

“Th-That’s good…”

he’s still a reserved individual with a captain’s duty to uphold, so he’s not going to be handsy on his end in front of people; he’d literally DIE of embarrassment

expect “loose” hugs from him, he’s not gonna smush your face into his chest or give those extremely tight hugs, generally speaking

so what should you expect from his hugs? assuming that you hugged him first, his hands will always pat your back or rub soothing patterns of circles and swirls, almost in an unconscious effort to try to show you that he does love these hugs from you, even if it’s hard for him to show and express that sometimes

or if he has those shy moments, he’d try to half-heartedly pry you off in a grumbling fluster, but after grasping your arms around his waist, he’d immediately give in and just rub those familiar patterns on your upper arms while trying to convince you to wait until you’re alone with him to do these things

if he senses some sketchy people nearby or if you’re in a crowd full of strangers, expect a hand around your shoulder as he ushers you slightly closer to his side with a serious glint in his eyes, analyzing your surroundings (again, this will only happen once your relationship reaches at a later stage)

it’s only when the “danger” passes by and with his hand still on you that he realizes what he did and starts getting embarrassed again

key phrase with the Kaijō captain is: “There’s a time and place for everything.”

Hayakawa Mitsuhiro

touch-starved guy #3, but he’s not afraid to pounce on you for the hugs

ever since he miraculously got into a relationship with you (according to his teammates, anyways), slapping his own cheeks to get himself in the mood for rebounding wasn’t as appealing anymore

not when he has you to hug and accidentally squeeze the life out of you

“Oh!! A(l)e you he(l)e to chee(l) me on, (y/n)-san?!”

“M-Mitsu… I can’t… breathe—”

“O-Oh! So(l)(l)y…! I [will learn] to be mo(l)e ca(l)efu(r) next time!”

“Mitsuhiro, please don’t worry about me! Go back to your teammates… they’re waiting for you. Good luck on the game, okay?”

Hayakawa treats hugging like he does with basketball, putting 100% of his effort and enthusiasm into it… and oftentimes, his hugs can be too… explosive? they can be quite abrupt and intense

his energy alone would normally scare away everyone—hell, a lot of times, his teammates can’t tolerate it… so everyone always wonders how you never seem bothered by his tendencies

but to you, his bear hugs make you feel very, very secure and loved, since he never has qualms about hugging in public because he’s always focused on you or the courts

initially though, his hugs definitely crushed your figure into smithereens, mostly because he’s never had to keep his strength in check

and he’s never had anything close to an intimate relationship, so he’d probably need a lot of time and positive encouragement/advice for him to learn how to be more delicate (or rather, tactful) when initiating hugs

he’s SO earnest that he’d totally treat your words/encouragement as a serious lesson and would try to “practice” hugging and ask:

“Is this okay, (y/n)-san?!”

if you’re not around, he’d totally hug his teammates out of nowhere and definitely receive a few punches or kicks out of retaliation

“WHAT THE HELL?”

“I am p(l)acticing [how to] hug, Kasamatsu-senpai!”

“Don’t do that! People will get the wrong idea!!”

“Why? Don’t we a(r)ways p(l)actice togethe(l) as a team, captain?!”

“That’s completely different!!”

he has no tact, so whenever he sees you, expect a fierce hug as a greeting every time… unless you tell him that you’re not a fan of the constant hugging or want to save it for private moments, he’s gonna keep doing it

just as your hugs hype him up for anything upcoming, when you hug him a certain way, they also have a calming effect on this excitable boy too

Kasamatsu literally reveres you because you’re the only one who can keep him in check

it’s when you do your calming hugs (that gentle squeeze around his torso as you slowly nuzzle against him) that his heartbeat slightly slows down and his breath exhales out steadily to let out the pent-up steam

those types of hugs from your end would allow you to see a “less-energetic” side of him, where his voice might still be loud, but at least it’s still relatively indoor voice

still, a lot of his sentences are either incomprehensible mumbles or butchered exclaims, no in-between

“Sometimes, it’s good for your body and mind to stop and relax, y’know?”

“I-Is that so…! You a(l)e very knowled[geable] about these things! I [think] that is ve(l)y coo(r)…”

“You say that, but you’re one of the best offensive rebound players in the nation. That’s so much cooler, Mitsuhiro.”

“If I was coo(r) (r)ike you say, I wonde(l) why peop(r)e (l)un away [when I try] to ta(r)k? Mo(l)iyama-senpai says [it is because] I ‘have no cha(l)m’… I must wo(l)k ha(l)der [if that is the case]!”

“Well, I think your attitude and energy can be very refreshing. Everytime I see you, I can’t help but be motivated to work hard and accomplish like you do.”

“I am ve(l)y touched, (y/n)-san…!”

all in all, he will hug you every chance he gets (except when Kasamatsu roundhouse kicks him to curb him) and accepts all hugs from you (while being red and a little shy, but still enthusiastic)

prepare your waist/torso to be constantly crushed embraced, because that’s where his arms will always be around

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wakaoujisenhime · 4 years ago

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OMG! Now you are the best writer in my heart! I'm crying because your writing is so wonderful! Headcanons about Kise and Aomine are so soft! I in love with them! May I ask scenario about Kise female best friend who helps Kaijo boys (if you read Replace novel, you know their problems) with group date preparation.

A/N: I remember that being one of my favorite chapters, so thank you for the cute request! I’ve also decided to change the scenario up a little and have Kise’s best friend help them out after seeing them fail the first time & I tried something ‘special’ featuring Kise, so I hope you like it! ( ᵘ ꒳ ᵘ )

Tags: Kaijo x reader ✅ SFW ✅ friendship ✅ fluff ✅

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Summer school festival - Kaijo x reader

You were just about to leave school, take the bus back home, and end this tiring schoolday as your phone suddenly began vibrating. One look at the screen was enough to cheer you up.

“Kise, what’s up? It’s quite rare of you to call me...something wrong?”

“(Y/N)-cchi, I know this may come as a surprise to you, but I’ll need your help with something.“

——

“Damn it Kise what are we waiting for now?!“

The five stars of the Kaijo basketball club had all gathered at the main entrance of their school, planning on going to pick up girls. The idea originated from Moriyama, who had proudly stated that summer supposedly was the best time for festivities and ideally those activities are meant for pairs. So today’s mission was to look for a crowded place and try to get to know as many girls as possible...and that’s where you come in.

Your friend already had some suspicions considering his teammates, since they didn’t have that many skills in such flirty situations. He knew that some of them - Kasamatsu and Hatakawa - had no experience whatsoever with girls while others - Moriyama and Kobori - were just having some light problems they needed help with.

The others were slowly getting impatient and intended on leaving for the station and just as they had set foot past the main gates, the basketball club ran into you.

“(Y/N)-cchi, there you are!”, shouted the yellow-haired man as a bright grin adorned his features. He ran up to you and wrapped his arms around your body, signalizing just how happy he was to see you.

Wordlessly you returned his hug and patted his back, your eyes though were fixated on the men behind him.

“Aren’t you going to introduce us?”, asked Moriyama gently.

As gentle as you could, you escaped your best friend’s arms and bowed to the other four.

“My name is (Y/N) (L/N). It’s a pleasure to finally be able to meet the rumored Kaijo basketball club personally.”

Only the tall man who had asked for an introduction answered, while all the others just nodded or didn’t say anything at all.

Hm...were they always so cold? They appear so talkative on the court, but in person, they seem quite distant...

“So uhm...Miss (L/N)...what are you here for exactly, if I may ask.”

The young man who uttered that question was quite tall and slim, had spiky brown hair but nonetheless appeared to be a nice person deep down. You actually appreciated what he’d asked since you had been wondering the exact same thing all the way to this school, but before you could even answer the man next to you took the initiative.

“I invited her to come with us!”

“You did what?!”

——

On your way to the station, Kise had explained the entire situation to you and his teammates.

In summary, this man truly believed that you would prove to be the best teacher and helper for them to overcome their inexperience and fear of women, and in order for you to get a good picture of their current standpoint, you had to watch them try and pick up girls.

Honestly speaking, it wasn’t the best idea, but it was so ‘Kise-like’ that even if you wanted to, you couldn’t refuse. His nice personality that made sure to always help people out is one of the many qualities that made you so fond of him.

So here you were, looking at five determined young men, raring to go out there and find their potential counterpart.

That was the plan at least...

Half an hour had passed during which three of them had taken turns in trying to talk to some random girls, one of them even tried speaking to the same woman who had dumped his teammate some minutes ago. Now just the captain and Kise were the only ones missing, but if there was one thing you knew and expected then it was for your best friend to actually steal the entire show and win over five or more girls at the same time, so before that happened you wanted to at least see just what kind of problem the man, who proudly wore the number 4 on his back, was trying to resolve. So instead of standing there and wondering on your own, you decided to just straight out ask him, but the moment he saw you approaching, he froze up.

After such a crushing defeat, the blond took it upon himself to initiate a second try and managed to invite five girls to join him and his teammates for a cup of tea. During their time at the coffee shop, you had taken a seat on a table for two which was close enough to theirs, listening and as subtly as possible observing the team’s behavior...

“You guys are hopeless as of right now”, you stated after everyone had gathered close to the fountain once again, “...but if the four of you are willing to overcome your current issues, I might have some tips ready.”

“(Y/N)-cchi, it’s so unfair that you only want to help them! What about me?”, complained Kise with his typical pouting grimace. It took you quite some time to get used to it and become immune, but at times like this, it really did pay off. Convincing this man was another problem you had to fully master, so you chose your words as carefully as you could, explaining that he didn’t need that much advice as the others.

On your way back home, you recalled today’s events with a small smile on your face.

Alright, if I remember correctly there was one very handsome and tall guy, who failed because he instantly started talking about how meeting that young girl was his destiny.

Then we had the other one who straight out asked one of them if they wanted some tea...great pickup line, huh?

There was also a loud but cute one who aske-...screamed at the same girl that rejected the spiky-haired one...

The captain, Kasamatsu I believe was so embarrassed and impressed with the chest size of that one girl at the cafe that he straight out said ‘oppai’ instead of ‘kanpai’...

After giggling to yourself you began thinking of possible ways to actually help them out, but you were quick to notice that this might become a greater challenge than expected. There were countless possibilities for dates or places where they could meet girls, but you didn’t know what the perfect scenario might be.

Suddenly your phone vibrated in your pocket and as you looked at the message you had just received, an idea you urgently needed to share with your best friend struck you almost immediately.

——

The rest of the week passed by in a flash and before any of you knew it, the day of your school’s festival had finally arrived.

“Miss (Y/N) hello.“, greeted Moriyama as soon as the five of them had met up with you at the promised spot. As soon as you saw that all of them had dressed up, you immediately began smiling to yourself, hoping that they wouldn’t notice the faint blush that adorned your cheeks.

“Good evening everyone, I’m glad to see that you guys found the way without any problems!“

It didn’t take Kise too long to run up to you and start complaining about how you’ve left him in the dark and ignored all his messages and questions concerning today’s plans. All you could do was pat his head and apologize for it.

“I know I shouldn’t have kept it hidden from you, but I figured it would be best if I told you guys about my plan today, so I could spare you from overthinking it too much.“

“That’s so nice of you, thank you very much!! We’ll be in your care tonight!!“, yelled the young man whom you remembered as Hayakawa and bowed to you multiple times, the action earning him a lot of curious glances from your classmates who passed by. It did take you some time to actually get him to stop his formal apology and you even got help from someone quite unexpected, namely Kasamtasu.

So he can do it if he wants to...

“Alright then, let me tell you guys what I came up with“, you began and lowered your voice, “some of my classmates are actually quite interested in basketball and as they heard that I know Kise they immediately started asking me if I could introduce them to him, but that wish extended the moment he joined Kaijo...and soon they wanted me to introduce you to them as well.“

The more you elaborated the more they understood in which direction this talk was headed, as for their thoughts...they varied, but out of respect to you they remained silent and kept on listening.

“So the moment my classmate reminded of today, I figured: why not invite you guys and finally introduce you to them.”

Kobori nodded slowly and placed a finger on his chin: ”That might actually work out...”

You smiled confidently and put your hands on your hips, striking a slight victory pose. “Oh, it will, since your interest and knowledge in basketball will be of great aid and advantage, since a lot of girls these days are really fond of you basketball players. And besides...have you actually noticed something peculiar?”

“Something peculiar you say..?”, repeated Moriyama who looked around, wondering just what you could possibly mean with that.

“Well compared to the girls at the station, you can actually talk pretty normal to me, right?“

The moment realization hit them several loud and surprised ‘oh’s escaped their mouths.

“Fact is that the four of you have no real problem talking with girls...your approaches are the main reason for concern.”

You turned to Hayakawa and began listing the results of your observations as well as giving them individual advice for the planned ‘group date’ that was about to follow.

Hayakawa, an ambitious young man who didn’t know how to tame his loud personality as well as his obvious love for the ball sport. That eagerness and dedication is actually quite the positive character trait a lot of women look for in a man, so his only obstacle would be to slowly drift off from basketball as a topic and strive for one which was more centered on the romantic life. So the advice you gave him was that he should begin imagining the date as some sort of basketball game. He - the player - had to somehow maneuver his way to the hoop which was the successful date or conversation, the girl would be the ball, and the enemies that try to block his way his passion for basketball.

Kobori, a really respectful and innocent young man who has no experience whatsoever and knows almost nothing about girls or pickup lines. Someone like that is quite rare to find and even if he may see it as some kind of disadvantage, you first and foremost reassured him that his ‘pureness’ is quite beneficial for girls who were in the same situation as him. It’s better to be unexperienced together and advance as a pair than solo. Your advice? ‘Be yourself and don’t be embarrassed to state that you’ve got no experience at all since that alone is commendable enough considering your age, looks, and club affinity.’

Moriyama, the ‘pitiful handsome guy’ who believed that every encounter with the female gender was fated and destined for greatness. His nickname already gave anyone who witnessed his way of flirting a sufficient idea of what the problem with this man might be. He had the looks and gentleness for it, but the moment he opened his mouth it all went downhill for him, his conversation partner, and the success of the dialog. It was hard to give him advice since the idea of fateful meetings was deeply rooted in his head, so all you told him was that he should bring that topic up more subtly and maybe combine fate with some pickup lines since you had no doubt that if someone could pull off such cheesy sayings then that would be him.

Last but not least Kasamatsu the captain who barely managed a single word when women were around. For some unknown reason, he seemed afraid of the female kind, but he at least knew what he wanted, and back at the cafe he also proved to be somewhat capable of expressing that. So your advice to him was to actually let his actions speak for himself. Like that he’d get somewhat accustomed to the girl’s presence and that would make it easier for him to start a conversation, additionally, the fact that your classmates were also interested in basketball would help the captain out the most.

As for Kise, well...he was your best friend, and during all these shared years of friendship you’ve pretty much told him everything concerning ‘problems’ he might have during such group dates. He was a desired and flashy young man who had a very unique sense of humor that was well received amongst his peers - female as well as male. The only problem was that he rarely managed to concentrate on one person and that, of course, hurt his conversation partner. Your advice to him was simple: turn your back to the crowd and face her and her alone.

After you had finally finished sharing your thoughts they all looked at you with wide, impressed, and somewhat loving eyes.

Sadly the group of girls came earlier than expected so the boys couldn’t manage to thank you properly, but you didn’t mind that and just sent them off with a smile on your face, hoping they’d have a good time and finally succeed in picking up girls. You couldn’t deny the fact that you felt lonely after literally sending off five people on a date with some other female students, but that loneliness soon perished as some moments later you heard a familiar voice calling out your name...

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miyuwuki · 3 years ago

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so nice to see an active knb blog hehe not sure if you write for kasamatsu but!! we all know he's the shy type around girls, but in my head he's VERY confident around his girlfriend,, would you be willing to write an nsfw one shot about this kasamatsu 😩

I ADORE KASAMATSU I CANNOT WAIT TO WRITE THIS EEEEEE

warnings: nsfw stuff. sex, oral, etc. minors dni (18+)

kasamatsu yukio x reader

conviction for you

everyone wondered how you got with kasamatsu; the man who was solely terrified of women and avoided interacting with them at every cause. he would even struggle talking to the female teachers and get kise to speak to them instead just because his jitters were that much more powerful than him. but you’ve admired kasamatsu for a while, and you knew all he needed was a little opening up to, and fortunately you were that person for him.

at first he didn’t even look your way, too afraid to seem like a fool in front of you. but you kept bothering him everyday, and as he grew more and more comfortable with you, it took all his guts and pride to ask you out. of course you said yes, but the school was even more surprised than you were. kasamatsu with a girl? please. kise couldn’t believe it either but he was so happy for his captain. but something was rather odd ever since you two became a couple; although kasamatsu was still nervous around girls, his confidence level was to the max with you. when you were talking to your friends, he would come up to you and kiss your forehead before heading to his class. after basketball practices, he would hug you in front of his team, not even the slightest bit fazed. and when he spoke to you, there were no signs of stutters or jitters anymore— just normal kasamatsu.

honestly you were quite content with his confidence around you. it just means he trusts you that much, and he was willing to walk the extra mile for you. to make things even better, it turned you on, and he took advantage of that.

which is why you were on your knees taking down kasamatsu’s cock.

“mm, can you take it down even deeper y/n?” kasamatsu grunted, getting a good grip on your hair. “i know you can.”

you gripped onto his thighs tighter and went down until the tip of your nose was touching his neatly trimmed hairs. he groaned, feeling the tightness at the back of your throat, his cock throbbing against it. “shit.. y/n. i’m gonna move.”

when it came to sexuality in the beginning of your guys’ relationship, kasamatsu was still nervous about making the first move. he was scared of making you uncomfortable or hurting you; but with each minute passing, he was unable to hold himself back, craving you in every single way. well, you weren’t complaining— no one knew this side of him but you.

kasamatsu thrusted into your mouth which made tears form in the corner of your eyes. your eyes rolled back, focusing on the feeling of his cock, trying to swallow more of him. you enjoyed that feeling, and you didn’t want it to end. you started to moan each time his tip touched your throat, which sent vibrations through kasamatsu. grunts and moans only left his lips, with a few of your name in between. “i’m gonna cum in your mouth, y/n..” you nodded, exciting to feel his warm seed fill your lips. with one final thrust, he pulled out, leaving only his tip in your mouth and shot his warm juices into it. you moaned louder, milking out every single drop and swallowing it all at once. kasamatsu panted, coming down from his high and massaged your scalp after. “that was amazing.” you looked up at him and smiled, leaving your lips on his cock, hesitant to let go. he pulled you up and placed a firm kiss and slowly pushed you down on his bed, pinning your hands above your head.

you grinned at your boyfriend, admiring how comfortable he was with you and happy whenever you guys were together like this. “what?” he asked.

“i remember when you couldn’t look me in the eye when we started high school.” you said, tracing out his facials with your eyes.

he chuckled and dipped down to your ear, “is it bad to be proud because of someone like you?” then further nibbled on it, soft breaths escaping your mouth as it was a sensitive spot for you. you turned your head to the side, indicating that you wanted him to move to your neck which he did, sucking and biting on your flesh. you can start to feel your hood getting heated and damp down there, making your lust growing by the second. kasamatsu noticed and with one hand, he pulled down your under garments half way and slowly rubbed your lower lips with his fingers. you shivered, feeling the calluses on his hands hit your wet walls.

“yukio,” you breathed, trying to grind down to get more friction. “more..”

he brought his fingers up and licked them, smirking at your neediness. he went down, slowly rubbing at your entrance with his own, whispering, “i’m going to make you feel so good.” and with that, he pushed forward, going slow so you can adjust.

“don’t worry,” kasamatsu groaned halfway, “the pain will be over soon.” and eventually, his entire cock was buried in your folds, staying there for a while to enjoy the warmth of your insides.

“move, yukio.” you mumbled, heavily needing the friction. you didn’t have to say anything more as he slowly began to rut into you over and over again. the room was filled with your names and the skin slapping against each other, the sounds getting wetter and wetter each time. kasamatsu sped up the pace and continuously hit that sweet little spot in the midst of your walls, making you see stars in his dark room.

“keep hitting there,” you moaned, gripping on his bedsheets to keep you in reality. “it feels so good.” this drove him mad, you praising him as he grasped your hips and pounded into you, watching his cock disappear in and out. his movements never faltered and even switched to a different angle, until you felt that build up forming in your stomach; the feeling was so tingly you knew it was gonna be a good one.

“i’m gonna cum, yukio,”

“let’s cum together.”

and so, both of your names left each other’s mouth, your climaxes both hitting each other at the same time. he went down to kiss you, forcing his tongue into your mouth as you both calmed down from your highs. a long whine escaped your lips as he pulled out.

“that was so good,” you said, rubbing his sweaty back. he kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. “of course, anything for you.”

“can you do me a favour though?”

“hm?”

“i need you to give my notes to yui-chan tomorrow. i have some things to do.”

you laughed as kasamatsu tensed up in your arms, nervous to be giving notes to a girl.

“y-you do it, dummy!”

oh boy i’m not sure if this is what you expected so i’m sorry shdjdjd but i hope you enjoy! i love kasamatsu

#kuroko’s basketball #the basketball which kuroko plays #kuroko no basket #knb #kuroko no basket x reader #knb x you #knb x reader #kise ryouta #ryouta kise #kasamatsu yukio #kasamatsu x reader #kaijou #kaijo high

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aomine-ryo · 4 years ago

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A scenario please for my sunshine kiseee ahhhh ❤️❤️ um, basically, kaijo lost in such a close game; and kise cries because he gave it his all, but it just wasn't their time. And reader is in the bleachers/stands, and when she sees kise cry, she cries with him--then she rushes to hug him and comfort him. Angst, comfort, and fluff please!!! 😭❤️ Thank youu ☺️

Ah the pain 😔 I hope you like this one!! xx

Scenario: comforting Kise who just lost a game

Kise had been working hard— it goes without question. Literally anyone could tell you that he was determined to win the semifinals against Rakuzan. Almost all his free time would be spent practicing in the gym— and most of the time he never even had anyone to practice with. He just felt like he needed to be working his absolute hardest if he was going to go up against one of the top schools in the country, much less the captain of his former team.

You were very much aware about how much this game meant to him so you tried to support him as much as you could. You took the time to make him some snacks for training as well as kept him company whenever he was practicing alone. Every now and then he’d make you practice with him and while you’d usually refuse, you were much more tolerant about it now.

At last, it was game day. You made sure that you kept that day free of any plans because you intended on being there for your boyfriend the entire time. You were seated in the stands amidst a sizeable crowd after wishing Kise good luck. You could feel the anticipation in the air— the whole arena knew that this match was going to be a nail-biter and for some reason your stomach was turning. You weren’t the one playing— why were you this nervous?

Just as the teams were walking onto the court to warm up, Momoi and Aomine spotted you and decided to keep you company during the game. It didn’t really make too much of a difference to you whether you were alone or not though. Your sole focus was Kise. However, maybe a few explanations here and there from Aomine or Momoi may be helpful.

Somehow, in the crowd of a good hundred people or so, Kise managed to spot you in the front row. With a massive smile on his face, he waved, making you feel a little more at ease as you waved back excitedly as if you were one of his fangirls. Little did you know that Kise was going to puke from nerves. As soon as he walked on court, his eyes scanned the stands in search of you, the only one who he knew could bring him comfort. And of course, there you were, front and center, supporting him with all you had.

“Tch, that idiot is really that confident about this game that he’s taking the time to wave to you huh?” Aomine scoffed.

“One wave isn’t going to be the downfall of his abilities Dai-chan— I think it’s sweet,” Momoi snapped back at him for you.

You tried to chat with the two of them as you waited for the game to start, though your mind was filled with other thoughts.

Finally, it was time for the match to begin. The two teams lined up at the center of the court, each of them looking as strong as ever. At that point you already felt like you were about to explode— you were in for a long 40 minutes.

Straight off the bat, Kaijo managed to get a shot in, seemingly as a way to intimidate their opponents. And of course, it had to be Kise doing it, sending you and the rest of the crowd into a fit of cheers. Almost instantly though, Rakuzan returned the favour with a basket of their own— this wasn’t going to be an easy match.

The game went on, with momentum constantly switching between the two teams to the point where by the last quarter, it could still be anyone’s game. Kise was exhausted though. He’d been working his ass for for three quarters straight because he was determined not to lose, but the fatigue was finally beginning to hit him. He did his best to brush it off and endure it for just ten more minutes. If he could get through just this one quarter, that would be it. Victory was right in front of him and he was going to grab it for his team. Or so he thought.

It wasn’t an easy fight. With a few seconds remaining, Rakuzan managed to grab a one point lead. The entire arena seemed to come to the conclusion that Rakuzan had won this one. But Kise wasn’t ready to accept that. No, there’s two seconds left. If he could just make it to the halfway line—

The whistle blew.

For a moment everything went quiet around Kise as he stood there in shock; lungs feeling as though they were weighing him down. Eventually the crowd erupted in cheers but they were all drowned out by Kise’s thoughts. He gave it his all. He trained and trained and trained but it still wasn’t enough. He still couldn’t give Kaijo the victory they deserved. He still couldn’t prove that he was the strongest— there was always going to be someone above him and right now, that thought was suffocating.

A pat on the back from Moriyama snapped him back into reality. “Come on, let’s line up,” he said softly. Kise could hear the disappointment in his tone. And upon further observation, his whole team had their heads down in regret, causing Kise’s eyes to fill up with tears. This was the end of the Winter Cup for Kaijo.

After thanking his opponents, Kise did his best to wipe away his tears, but it was no use. The tears just kept falling and falling as his mind filled with regret. If he had just worked harder, if he spent just a little more time practicing, if he got just one more point... maybe the outcome would be different.

Meanwhile, you remained at the edge of your seat with one hand clasped over your mouth in disbelief while the other one gripped Momoi’s hand so tight that it might just break. Each match has a winner and a loser— you were painfully aware of that. But still, you weren’t expecting either team to lose, though this was the worst possible outcome.

Looking down at the court, you could see your boyfriend seated on the bench with a hopeless look on his face as tears streamed down his cheeks. It hurt seeing him like that. It hurt seeing someone who was usually so bubbly and full of life look utterly defeated.

Tears filled your eyes as you finally let go of Momoi and rushed out of the stands to meet him in the hallways. The place was a maze of crowded and buzzing corridors but you ran all over the place in search of Kise. You didn’t know if anything you had to say would comfort him, but you couldn’t stand to see him look so despaired.

Finally, you spotted his team heading your direction. Kise didn’t even notice you. His eyes were fixated on the ground. He was still crying. You immediately ran over to him and wrapped your arms around his body as tightly as you possibly could, taking him by surprise for a moment though your hug was quickly returned.

In any other situation, the team would’ve told you and Kise to walk along with them, but this time they just left you two alone after telling Kise to meet up with them outside. “I’m sorry I couldn’t give you a better game to watch, Y/N-cchi,” Kise sobbed, hugging you as if his life depended on it.

“Don’t apologise, idiot. You did your best,” you said, trying to be the stronger one here though you were crying yourself.

“But my best wasn’t good enough,” he said, voice breaking and causing your heart to ache for him. You couldn’t even imagine how awful he must feel.

You pulled away from the hug so that you could look him in the eyes. Sniffling, you wiped his tears away with the end of your sleeve. “Listen, you played so, so well out there. I bet he won’t admit it, but even Aomine said that you improved a lot and that he wanted to play a one-on-one with you again— act surprised if he texts you about it by the way,” you joked, making him let out a small chuckle, which made you glad. “Even Aomine freakin’ Daiki said you played well, and that man doesn’t give out compliments for the life of him. Trust me, you were absolutely amazing— everyone thinks so. And I know you’ll absolutely crush it next time,” you said, cupping his face in your hands.

Kise felt his heart melt at the sound of your words. He was really so incredibly lucky to have you. How’d you even manage to make him smile after a loss like that? “I love you, Y/N,” he sniffled.

“I love you too, Ryouta,” you smiled at him before getting on your toes to place a kiss on his cheek. “Now come on, the team is probably waiting for you. Why don’t we go out for dinner together? My treat. We can go to that restaurant you like.”

“That sounds nice. You don’t have to treat me like a baby though,” Kise said. It was his turn to wipe the tears off of your face before the two of you began to walk hand in hand.

“Why not? You’re cute enough to pass off as one,” you smiled.

“Look who’s talking,” Kise retorted. Just like that, Kise was smiling again. He was still frustrated about the whole thing but for now, he had you by his side, and that’s all that mattered.

#kuroko no basket #kurokos basketball #kuroko no basket x reader #kise ryota x reader #kise ryota #kise ryouta #kise x reader #knb #generation of miracles #kaijo high

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jean-kayak · 4 years ago

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A/N: lol its alright anon! Thanks so much for requesting!

Kaijo starters as ass, boobs, or thigh men

Warnings: none, little suggestive

Ryota Kise -> he loves every part of you, but i'd say his favorite is your boobs. he loves laying on your chest after a tiring day at school or when he’s tired from practice, falling on top of you as soon as he sees you, face down on your chest. whenever you’re making out, that’s one of the parts of your body he pays attention to the most, cupping them in his hands as his fingers run over your nipples

Yukio Kasamatsu -> i’d have to say he’s an ass man all the way. he's eyes on your ass every time you walk in front of him or around him, and after you stated dating, his shame nearly went away. if you're laying on top of him, his hands will be rubbing your back, but eventually move down, rubbing over your butt before resting his hands there

Mitsuhiro Hayakawa -> i don't think this man would be able to choose, he loves every part about you, so why would he have to pick just one? gives love to every part of your body, content with the fact that he can love on you

Koji Kobori -> this man is a thigh man, he just looks like it lmao. he's always resting his head in your lap, finds himself falling asleep in whatever position he's in when his head is on your lap. always rubbing your thighs whenever you're sitting with him or on him, massaging and squeezing your skin, sometimes doesn't even know he's doing it.

Yoshitaka Moriyama -> this is another man that loves everything about you, but i'd say he's a boob guy like Kise. any time you where a lowcut shirt or a shirt that draws attention to your chest, be ready to constantly get his attention over and over again. doesn't matter if you're in public or its just the two of you, he'll look at your chest for a bit and then lay his head on your chest saying something about how it makes him feel at peace

#kuroko's basketball #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basuke #kise ryōta #yukio kasamatsu #kise ryota x reader #kasamatsu yukio x reader #knb #knb kaijo #knb x reader

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mirakeul · 4 years ago

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Ooh thank you for requesting!!

HC: Being Kaijo’s manager

notes: this would be a first sksks im sorry for the very late response to this request hnnnnnnnnnnnng

warnings: none

taglist: @hikari-writes

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okay

first off,,,,

wHY

u can still run

i mean, nah they’re the best!!1

rUN

so like, u became the manager bcuz,,,

one, u dont rly care abt kise even though he’s v good looking

which is a plus bcuz yukio cannot stand another fanatic

which was weird bcuz,,, he kinda stuttered the first time u two met

like coach takeuchi introduced you first to the captain and vice captain of the team

which was yukio and koji

“hey! i’m y/n, im going to be the team’s manager!”

“hello, im koji kobori, the vice captain of the team.”

u turned to yukio

who immediately blushed as u smiled at him

“he’s yukio kasamatsu, the captain. he isn’t usually like this, please don’t mind him.”

you giggled, shaking their hands

it was all downhill after that

nah im jk

or am i?????

nah,,

but just so u kno,,, the first meeting wasn’t all that bad??

HAHA

kise immediately befriended u

while moriyama flirted,,,,

which went horribly wrong

dont ask me why

it just did

and hayakawa is very enthusiastic

while nakamura can be v passionate abt cheering the team

ngl,, i feel like u would prolly get too close to them in just a matter of months

esp with kise and yukio

and like,, they rly like u bcuz for one, u know how to handle hayakawa’s outbursts of energy

and can handle kise

like wow,, they never saw that unless it’s from yukio or kobori,,,

moriyama still flirted w u teasingly

and u sometimes answer back

but u’re just friends

it didn’t take too long for the team to become family to you

yukio doesn’t say it but he kinda likes u being the manager of the team

it doesn’t help that the team teases u both

u were deemed the parents of the team,,, so

aHahAHA

“sTOP IT!”

“CAPTAIN IS BLUSHING *ow*!”

that was kise which received a flying kick from yukio

AHAHHAHAHAH

see, that was fun, ryt? HAHA

and,,

it’s v hard to see the team cry after they lost the interhigh

u couldn’t help but cry as well

u were still v proud,,

kaijo has become ur family

and u wouldn’t have it any other way

#kaijo #kaijo high #kise ryota #shinya nakamura #mitsuhiro hayakawa #yukio kasamatsu #moriyama yoshitaka #koji kobori #kuroko no basuke #kuroko no basket #kuroko's basketball #kuroko no basket imagine #kuroko no basket headcanon #knb #knb imagine #knb headcanon #knb fanfiction #knb x reader

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kirisaki-daichi-scenarios · 4 years ago

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Can I ask for Moriyama finding someone who he thinks is the perfect wonderful girlfriend and excuses her clinginess as 'WOW she loves me so much ;u;' only for it to be a big reveal that she's done/doing something horrible for "their" sake >.>

He’d like to think that this isn’t the person he fell in love with.

He’d like to think that he fell in love with a different you.

Because there was another you; there had to be. There was the person who curled up in his arms at night, who wore his jersey, spinning around so the sleeves (because they were always a little long for you) swung and so everyone could see the number 5 on your back. The person who blushed at the pick up lines he repeated, who slurped up the noodles from his udon bowl as he tried to shelter it from those prying chopsticks. The person who hid their face in his chest, close enough he could feel their tears on his shirt, murmuring, “please never leave me, Yoshicchi, please never leave me.”

It was a different person, right? The one he replied to with, “I’ll never even look away from you.”

He’s not looking away now, that’s for sure, whilst you’re angling his chin to meet your eyes, purring that he’s so pretty when he blushes, almost trapping his irises in yours, as if trying to drag his gaze away from the streaks of crimson across your collarbones, and the darker red-brown on your hands. And the body in the corner - old enough that it has stiffened, that the skin is starting to marble in distinct purples. It’s looks nothing like his brother now.

“Yoshicchi,” you whisper now, (and, suddenly, he feels like the one who’s small, who curls up in other people’s arms, who cries into their chest; if you let go of him now, he’ll certainly crumple to your feet), “say it again. Say that you’ll never leave me.”

He drops his head. His mouth stays shut.

Your nails stab into his chin a little more forcibly. He can feel where the blood has crusted on your fingertips.

And finally, he mutters, “I’ll never leave you.”

So you release him, and he collapses to the ground just as he predicted, and he can’t look in his brother’s direction - he can’t look anywhere but at you - as you press a kiss to his nose. Your touch is almost maternal.

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tenkasato · 2 years ago

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hi Ten! I noticed you don't have fics with Midorima, do you not write for him? if you do, can i please request a fluffy midorima x reader where reader is a 3rd year? thankyou so muchh

Hello, nonnie! I’m sorry this took long to write. I adore Midorima, so I’d like to thank you for requesting this.

Lucky

Scenario: On a very important match for the semi-finals, Midorima’s lucky item was none other than you.

Pairing: Midorima Shintaro x 3rd year!reader

For the life of him, Midorima Shintaro lamented over Oha Asa’s lucky item for today.

He’s been asked to bring with him the most peculiar of things—an old telescope, an alligator’s tooth, an idol’s picture book, his father’s first toy as a child, you name it. Midorima had religiously kept up with these almost unreasonable demands without fail.

All in the name of being in his best state every day.

Today, however, on the day of his Interhigh semi-finals against Kaijo Highschool, Oha Asa had finally commanded him to do the near impossible.

“I can’t believe it,” Takao’s voice resounded from behind him.

“Shut up, Takao,” he muttered in a warning voice.

“I didn’t think you’d have it in you to do it!” Takao finally broke into his glee, bumping against the green-haired ace to throw his arm around Midorima’s shoulders. “You asked her out! That cute senpai you’ve been crushing hard on!”

“I have never said that I like her,” Midorima hissed, shoving Takao off him and dropping by the bench to change into his basketball shoes.

“No,” Takao sang, “but I watched Oha Asa this morning to check if you needed help with your lucky item.”

Midorima cursed.

“This is an important day after all,” he finished.

There were rare times when Oha Asa’s lucky item would be a person. It was rare, but he always despised those days. It was simply too troublesome.

“Come on,” Takao called, already dressed in his jersey. Midorima wanted to wipe that smug and teasing grin on his face but decided that that would be a waste of time. He promptly uncoiled the tape around his fingers, before heading out of the locker room.

Takao crossed his hands behind his head. “Senpai-chan is probably waiting for you in the stands already.”

“If you don’t shut your mouth this instance, I swear I am going to lobotomize you, Takao,” Midorima said, feeling the redness crawl up his neck.

Takao laughed. “Chill out, man. I knew you liked her since day 1. You don’t have to be so bashful about it.”

“Who says I am?”

“Shin-chan, you look like a literal stop light.” Takao paused in his steps to gesture at Midorima’s hair, face and clothes. “Green, red and orange.”

Midorima’s eyes widened in lividity. “You—”

“How’d you even do it?”

Midorima sneered at him and kept walking. “I simply invited her, as a matter of fact.”

“That’s it??”

“I needed to return her lip balm after all.”

While Takao silently pondered on this, Midorima recalled being in a slightly similar situation before. A game against one of his previous Teiko team mates (Yosen in particular), a much needed lucky item, and the presence of a certain third year upperclassman.

Much to his horror, Midorima thought he had carefully packed his mother’s lip balm before heading out. But alas, he misplaced it. Although his suspicions of his younger sister surreptitiously stealing it from him wasn't far off the radar.

He had been tying his shoelaces, albeit with shaking hands that day when someone had tapped his shoulder.

“What?” he had said, caustic tone lacing the word.

The light, uncertain shuffle had made him look up, his eyes meeting a pair of curious ones as you had looked down at him. His jaws had slackened a little. You had looked so radiant even just with that innocent, tiny smile of yours. He had recovered immediately, choosing instead to clear his throat and push his glasses to his face.

“W-what is it?” he had asked.

“I heard from your captain Miyaji-san that you needed something,” you had replied.

Midorima had sworn that he had never heard a voice as lovely as yours.

Before he could ask you to clarify, you had presented him a peach-colored tube. Midorima had stared down at the lip balm in your hand, eyebrows scrunched. It had been taking his all to keep the heat from his face.

Sensing his hesitation, you had taken his wrist and placed the lip balm into his hand. You had grinned at him.

“Good luck on your game today. I’m sure you’ll win for Shutoku today,” you had enthused before giving him a small wave and pivoting around your heel.

Snapping out of reverie, Midorima had hopped onto his feet and called out, “Wait. What’s your na—how—when will I return this?”

You had turned back around and hummed. “You can look for me in class 3-E. And don't worry, you can return it any time.”

Midorima swore he tried to return the cosmetic back a day after the game. But somehow, by some twisted plot of the universe, he couldn’t catch you in the said classroom. Which then led to this day—the perfect excuse of asking her out by pretending that it was for your lip balm.

Midorima wanted to smash his face on the wall.

And he would have if not for his glasses.

The overly familiar voice zapped at him. His body turned to your direction before he could control it. Not a millisecond earlier, you occupied his mind wholly.

Beside him, Takao made a low whistle.

“Great heavens,” you panted, “I was looking all over the place for you. I thought you’d be with Miyaji-san.”

Midorima stared at your reddened cheeks, the strands of har glued to your clammy skin, the cherubic smile painting your lips. He didn’t notice Takao walking ahead of him as he turned his full profile to you.

“Se—senpai,” he cleared his throat, nervously pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “I apologize for failing to return this to you in time.”

With robotic movements, he fished out the treasured tube out of his pocket.

You stared at the lip balm in his hand before smiling. “You sure you don’t need it anymore?”

He shook his head, all the while holding that curious gaze of yours with his own. A breath of fresh air. That’s what you remind of him. The atmosphere surrounding him and his team was charged with electricity, what with the upcoming decisive match against Kise and the rest of the Blue Elites.

However, Midorima thought that seeing you somehow calmed the turbulent humming of his chest.

You nodded and took the lip balm from his hand, your fingers leaving feathery touches of warmth in his hand.

Midorima ventured on a small smile.

“I have all that I need right here, as a matter of fact,” he answered, meaning every word.

You chuckled and pumped a fist in the air, completely oblivious to the true meaning of his words. “That’s the spirit. You trained hard for this. Now, go win for us, Ace! I’ll see you there!”

Waving good bye, you started to make your way to the seats to join your friends. Midorima let his gaze linger on your back for a few more moments before swearing on this game today.

After his assured victory, he was going to ask you out.

For real.

I read from wiki once that Shin-chan preferred mature women, right? ^^ Hope you enjoyed this!

Taglist: @shakethatsassyass

#midorima x reader #midorima shintaro x reader #midorima shintarou #midorima x you #kuroko no basket #knb #knb fanfic #the basketball which kuroko plays #midorima shintaro x you #midorima x y/n #tenkasato writes #anon request

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terriblesportsimagines · 2 years ago

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>:))

top 5 fave animes?

top 5 fave knb matches?

top 5 fave requests u’ve gotten?

top 5 fave things about your fave character?

Oh man, this is a really long post that took me hours to write XD I apologize for the length and the going a little nuts over a character not from a series I write this blog for ^-^'

Here we go~

Top 5 fave animes (this is hard btw lmao it tends to change over time XD)

Tokyo Revengers

Daiya no Ace

Naruto

Kuroko no Basket

Yuri on Ice

Remembering all the anime I've watched is haaard. and 'fave' is transitory lol. The above five are the one's I've rewatched out of love. There are a bunch that I love but that were just short one-season things that I never wrote anything for like My Roomate is a Cat, and Kotaro Lives Alone, Gakuen Babysitters and Record of Ragnarok.

But honorable mentions go to OG/or high-fave anime that I still write for:

Gundam Wing

Yu-Gi-Oh

Herioc Legend of Arislan

Eyeshield 21

Days

Top 5 fave knb matches

Seirin vs Rakuzan

Too vs Kaijo

Seirin vs Shutoku

Seirin vs Yozen

Seirin vs Too

Top 5 fave requests

This is really hard because there are SO MANY, and there is only one that really sticks out. I went back through my asks and it took so long XD

Kominato Ryousuke x Reader x Kuramochi Youichi smut

GoM play laser tag

Ryousuke, Mochi and Miyuki react to s/o's cheesy pick up lines

Akashi's son goes to kindergarten

Lemony Yamato, Kakei, and Marco

Making out headcanons with Phichit, Guanghong and Yurio

Top 5 fave things about my fave character

Okay, so trying to choose ONE character is really hard... I'm going to go with Mikey from TR because he's my current fave lol

He can be incredibly loyal, especially when he's younger. He will throw down with anyone that talks shit or hurts his gang or any of it's members. Of course, loses this some over time as he gets darker

He's beautiful, and adorable, no matter which timeline Mikey it is. Looks wise, my least favorite is serial killer!Mikey cause black hair looks weird on him, as black hair often does on blonds. My fave is either first!timeline adult Mikey, or pre-serial killer Mikey, when he has the short blond hair.

He loves deeply and fiercely. This is why he breaks a little more every time he loses someone, until his final loss and he gives in completely to the darkness. His inability to deal with his lost loved ones is the corner stone of why he goes dark (even with the revelations of the last few chapters)

He's so badass, but like, super childish at the same time? He rides the fine like between capability and being taken care of. Like he can stand up and be independent, and is the BOSS, but if there are others around that will wait on him, he will take advantage lol

His ambition and leadership qualities. Mikey knows himself, he knows the darkness and knows the path he's headed towards -- it was the path he chose. Because he knows himself, and because he's loyal and loves his friends, he leaves them to keep them safe, mostly from himself.

Mikey is so complex, but at his heart, he's a loyal, loving boy/man that was hurt over and over until he was forced to harden himself to survive. He's childish in some cases (mostly when he's a 14/15 year old baby), but he grows through out the course of the series (sadly, just not for the better). He lost literally everyone closest to him, and really is a product of a life of tragedy and pain. This is why I think he's one of most sympathetic villains I've ever read, and the mangaka has done a great job with the story telling, for the most part.

/End rant cause I could go on forever.

#kerrie speaks!#question game #top 5s

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shoichee · 2 years ago

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Can i get a soulmate fic for kise please? What i was thinking was that they have this "hate" relationship (where they passed the line between love and hate, but they just don't know it yet). Like they argue because it's like routine for them already. Manga (and jealous?? but doesn't know that what he's feeling is jealousy :P) kise please!! It's up to you what kind of soulmate thing, but maybe something that takes time to show since they've been interacting and all that. Thanks so much!!

Paradox

[Kise x f!Reader]

soulmate!au, enemies to lovers!au, manga!kise, cursing!kise to bits, LONG SERIES FIC

Hana is the name I decided to give to the brunette who flirted with Haizaki in s3

Synopsis: Kise despises people like you more than anyone else, the type of people who are shallow, coquettish, and so high-strung on acquiring a soulmate more than anyone else. Nothing good ever comes out of someone who hangs out with the brunette girl along with Haizaki.

You despise two-faced people like him... that's what you like to tell yourself. After all, you're only honest about what you want with people, and if it can help you get a soulmate faster... Where's the crime in that? High-and-mighty people like Kise who didn't believe in soulmates were pretentious, and he was no exception. And you'll do whatever it takes to get what you want, even if it means throwing away your heart in the process, because happiness will come to you once you're with your soulmate... you just know it.

Chapters 3-4 can be found here!

Word Count:

Part 1: 3386 | Part 2: 2131

A/N: This post includes both chapters 1 and 2! Well, it's here... I have the entire brainstorm of where I need this plot to go, but writing it out in fic form as opposed to long headcanons? ... Not my strongest suit but here I go? Please support this series through reblogs/likes and comments! I'd love to interact with everyone!

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Chapter 1, Kise’s POV

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Addressed to Kise Ryōta:

You will meet your soulmate in a place where there are many other people. You will have your first real encounter with them in a place where you always spend your time through the years. Be careful to keep track of where you are at all times. Your soulmate is always with company, and they are never lonely. You must be careful to not actively seek out for your fated encounter, for you’ll certainly miss them. You must remain committed and seek out things that keep you steady and motivated. Only then is it possible for your soulmate to come to you instead.

Kise would like to think he’s a romantic at heart—cheesy guy even, but on the other hand, he actively scoffs at the letter’s content… that he’s had memorized for years now. He has no choice on the matter of whether or not he’ll remember it. Not when his “letter” was just a measly paragraph. He remembered being awfully jealous and whiny of his past classmates bringing their 2-page letter to class to show off and getting the “ooh’s” and “ah’s” from everyone else. That was one sure-fire way to distinguish yourself from the crowd and make a name for yourself. Over the years, Kise’s learned that it would become a separate type of “popularity hierarchy,” whereas those with the most elaborate, mysterious, or unique soulmate letters are the ones at the top of the social ladder. Bonus points if it somehow involves all three factors.

And somehow, he also ended up at the popular side of that hierarchy too. Not like he cared, but it’s wildly convenient sometimes to get what you want from people. Still, no benefits from being popular this way could ever outweigh the massive inconveniences; he made the grievous mistake of revealing his letter contents to a casual friend in “good-natured fun.” And before he knew it, the entire school ended up knowing about it too… and then the entire neighborhood… and somehow, it went even into the ears beyond that.

Thus, it started his chronic illness of being tailed after by girls of all backgrounds. With no cure in sight for the ailment that he certainly didn’t ask for. It’s almost terrifying how a single day transformed every single girl into a parasitic bee on a search for the brightest, most colorful flower. Kise, already popular for his looks to begin with, suddenly was shoved under a more blinding spotlight of public scrutiny. If he was going to be completely honest… he liked it… at first. The newfound attention was euphoric and foreign, and he relished in it. But just like anything else, it got… boring.

Some might call it the ultimate blessing: it could make searching for a soulmate much easier and less effort on his end, they’d argue. Kise had come to beg to differ. Not when hundreds of the same faces with hundreds of clamors claimed and cried that they were his soulmate. How do fourteen girls suddenly have the “other half of the puzzle” to his own letter when there were… thirteen other girls claiming the same thing?

See, one soulmate gets a letter describing a general location of where they’d meet their soulmate. The other soulmate gets a letter describing a general timeframe of when they’d meet. Not like it actually helps narrowing down the process of pairing up people. Because he knows this shit can take years—decades, in fact—before he can even get a first glimpse of his soulmate. And the ordeal of people constantly screaming in his face that the time they’d meet their soulmate is now and hence, “it must be Kise” got old really quickly.

It’s utterly stupid. Who does this sender think they are to decide how Kise gets to live his life? What type of sadistic game were they playing by forcing the other soulmate to have the other half of the information, which would be, no doubt, just as annoyingly cryptic?

He stopped denying all the rumors of a girl claiming to be his soulmate; for every rumor he clarified and quashed during his naive youth, three more sprung up the next week. Ignoring them sounds counterintuitive, but when he allows the many rumors and girls to multiply and fester, the number of annoyances are still relatively the same: nearly infinite.

Such has become the life of Kise Ryōta.

Worst part of this whole damn thing was, he won’t be able to know when he’d meet his soulmate, not until he shares a “kiss of genuine integrity” with them… and he doesn’t even know where to begin with that requirement. Supposedly, after you kiss the right person with the right intention, something changes in the mysterious letter that would indicate he found the soulmate. Problem is, it’s different for everyone: some get a drawing of their soulmate at the end of the letter; some simply have the name of their soulmate written at the end; some get an engraved stamp; and the list goes on and on. The main takeaway from it all is that his letter should have a visible change at the end… if he could even get to that point at this rate.

“Oh my gosh…! Is that—That’s Kise-kun!!”

“Eh?! Where, where?! Let me see!”

This is ludicrous. What kind of deity up there decided to put a twisted spin on this sappy, fairy tale trope? He gives a harsh exhale before he puts up a polite smile and continues on with his day. His first day at Teiko.

“Please join our club…!” Several girls huddle around the table, eager to show the good-looking boy their information trifold-cardboard and flyers. Unsurprisingly, every single one of them had eyes of ulterior motive. At the sight, Kise resists the urge to roll his eyes at them. He stands there for a bit, watching their mouths move, but in truth, he’s not hearing a single thing out of them.

This girl looks decent… her hair is a bit weird, though.

Oh, she sure has a strange accent… and this girl has odd eyebrows.

Ugh, this one talks too much at a too-high pitch.

“Ah… well…” He puts up a chagrined smile, not knowing where to look before he smoothly waves goodbye. “I have something else to check out. Keep yourselves well, ladies!” With that, he immediately prepares his ears for shrieks of admiration and lovesickness.

Good riddance.

———

As much as he hates to admit it, he still doesn’t know what that letter exactly means to this day. Some of the sentences that consider themselves as “hints” or “instructions” are way too vague to be considered such.

He begrudgingly opens up the envelope containing the letter for the umpteenth time again. Kise sits on his desk in his own room, illuminated by the sunlight filtering through the glass pane. Floating dust particles are instantly revealed where the light hits, but he doesn’t care, his attention only on what’s important. Chin on his desk, Kise lays the envelope and letter on the flat surface, trying to see what he could be missing. By now, the paper is slightly worn out from years of Kise thumbing, flipping, inserting, folding, unfurling—you name it, in hopes of finding any hidden clues as to who’s the sender and how to solve this “riddle” that ultimately determines the rest of his life. The seal wax on the envelope is beyond recognition, cracked and no longer aesthetically pleasing to look at.

An unassuming creme-white envelope laid tactfully on top of the same desk years ago, the light from his room window shining on it like a natural spotlight. Stray dust floated around, acting like confetti to announce its unexpected, (yet important) quiet arrival. Adorned with a wax seal, the middle of it was impressed in the center of the seal with a perfect copy of his “hanko” that clearly had the kanji for his name. Which was weird… wasn’t counterfeiting hankos illegal? Being beyond skeptical even for his young age at the time of the discovery, Kise thoroughly checked every crease and fold of the paper. Yes, he even dared to open the window and looked around in case someone had the gall to play a prank on him. Opening up the envelope did nothing to calm him down as soon as he realized it was the infamous “soulmate letter.”

So God help him.

“Well…” he sighs, picking up the letter closer to his face, chin still firmly on the wood. “It wouldn’t hurt to double-check one more time, right?”

[You will meet your soulmate in a place where there are many other people.]

He frowns not even a second into the letter. Well that’s not EXACTLY helpful, is it? he ruefully thinks, recalling the constant faces surrounding him with hopeful, shining eyes. How am I going to figure out which of them is the right person? He groans in frustration before reluctantly moving on to the next part.

[You will have your first real encounter with them in a place where you always spend your time through the years. Be careful to keep track of where you are at all times.]

This also makes no damn sense. He blows a strand out of his hair in annoyance, but he stops at a realization. I guess I’ve been in the studio for a long time… It has been a couple years since he started out as a casual model, so perhaps he’s on the right track. He allows himself a small grin of triumph.

[Your soulmate is always with company, and they are never lonely. You must be careful to not actively seek out for your fated encounter, for you’ll certainly miss them.]

His grin grows wider. This is it…! It only makes sense that they’re also involved within the modeling industry. Are they a photographer, makeup artist, stylist… or even, are they also a model like him? It would only make sense if they’re never alone like he is. And maybe trying to seek them out when they also attract other people to them would make it harder to face them alone? He frowns. Or maybe it’s because they’re one of my many admirers? That one is still a bit muddy. But he remains hopeful.

[You must remain committed, and seek out things that keep you steady and motivated. Only then is it possible for your soulmate to come to you instead.]

The most cryptic part of the letter. If he’s going to try to base this off of the premise of his soulmate being near his modeling job, maybe he should pursue the pastime beyond just a hobby and turn it into a career? But other than that, all the things he’s tried out, especially sports, have gotten boring and thus, been abandoned. He bangs his forehead on the table, grin wiped off of his face realizing how he instantly got kicked back into square one.

This… this doesn’t make any sense!

———

It’s been two years at Teiko. Still no sign of this soulmate. He’s not surprised that by now, nearly the entire school somehow caught wind of the contents of his letter…. though, rumors have been getting wilder and wilder as days pass.

“Kise-kun.”

“Ee-ee-eeeee!!” The sudden voice makes him jump out of his skin before he whirls around in a panic. “Kurokocchi!! Could you stop doing that??”

Kuroko merely gives his signature blank look before he continues walking on like nothing happened.

“Y-You’re really gonna ignore me?!”

“It’s almost time for practice,” he says, turning back to face him expressing theatrical tears. “We don’t want to be late, or Akashi-kun will find out.”

At the mention of the captain’s name, Kise merely gulps before he catches up with Kuroko’s stride with no further complaints.

“But did you have to pop out of nowhere?”

Honestly, I still don’t get that part about him.

“I can’t help it,” he deadpans, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “It’s not much different from your popularity.”

“When you put it like that,” he sighs, putting his arms behind his head. “I guess I can see it.” He eyes the back of Kuroko’s head—who’s been walking ahead—for several minutes before he finally musters up the courage to ask.

“Say, Kurokocchi…”

“Yes?” Kuroko continues keeping up his pace, but he slightly looks back to Kise in acknowledgment.

“Did you get your soulmate letter yet?”

At the question, Kuroko merely blinks before he replies. “I received an envelope in my locker yesterday. I thought it was strange since no one ever notices me to begin with, so I thought someone must’ve mistaken my locker for someone else’s.” Kise waits with bated breath for him to continue.

“And?”

Kuroko looks away for a second. “Yeah, it had my hanko on it. I opened it to make sure it wasn’t an error on the sender’s end. Sure enough…” he nods before finishing his reveal, “it was in fact, about my soulmate.”

“What did it say?!” Kise nearly jumps on Kuroko out of anticipation, but he barely manages to keep himself in check.

“That I’ll find my soulmate when I’m 17 to 18,” he says matter-of-factly. “So that means… I’d be a 3rd year in high school. But it also said I would already encounter them at several points in my life prior.”

Kise face-palms at his answer. “What the hell? How come yours is so straightforward?”

He only shrugs as a response, because they were already at the front steps of the gym. It looks like they got here on time. Kuroko announces the two of them before he helps pull out the ball carts. As shoe squeaks and ball dribbles echo throughout the interior, Kise stands there mulling over Kuroko’s information.

So Kurokocchi had the part of the soulmate information that only told the approximate time frame… Still, his was way too simple… or did he somehow decipher it really easily?

Kise makes a loud noise of frustration as he grabs and shakes his head, completely ignoring the concerned looks from the other first-string players.

Eurghh!! Why is mine too complicated?!

———

Kise looks at the letter in his hands again. Looking at it sort of pisses him off at this point, the wrinkled font clearly mocking and challenging him to solve it… if he could even do it to begin with. He holds the top of the paper with his two hands, his thumbs and forefingers gripping tighter. He can just rip it. He really can… who’s stopping him?

Actually, has there been anyone who ripped their letter like this before?

He intensely stares at it for a few moments, juggling his options and weighing the consequences if he did choose to shred his fate into pieces. He gives a resigned pout when he comes to the conclusion that maybe it’d be best if he didn’t test that theory out. With a huff, he roughly folds up the paper and shoves it into the envelope before tossing it haphazardly onto a low shelf.

“That’s it,” he declares out to the room. “I’m not going to bother with this soulmate shit. I’m going to live my life however I want, and no one can stop me otherwise.”

And suddenly, he feels ten times better, like a weight was lifted from his shoulders. I should’ve done this sooner, he thinks, yawning as he gets ready for a good nap in his bed. Thinking about this is way too tiring and troublesome. Why should I even care about it anymore?

———

Somehow, his admirers became bolder and bolder, realizing that they should try to push his boundaries and see how much they can get away with. It started with tentative brushes of his shirt and his arms, thinking he didn’t notice. Of course he fucking noticed, when ten other girls had the same idea. Birds of a feather flock together—something he remembers, snorting derisively in his mind yesterday. But what does he do? Put some distance between them and himself with a cheery smile and a fastbreak walk. And then today, they have the audacity to actually grab him?

You’ve got to be kidding me.

“Is it true that your soulmate letter told you that you’d meet someone so beautiful in a place no one goes to?”

“No, that’s wrong! I’ve heard that he’s looking for someone in a place where he works.”

“Should we also apply there then…?”

Kise drops his sunny disposition like a drop of a hat, and those who had their eyes and hands on him immediately flinch at the sudden change. All the loud whispers cease.

“K-Kise-kun…? Is there something wrong?”

“Is there someone bothering you?”

How do you guys have no self awareness?

“Ah, sorry…” Kise gives a placid smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “You see—”

“Oh!!~ Ryōta-kun!!”

Everyone jumps at the sound of his first name used so familiarly, but Kise is more shocked than the rest of them because he doesn’t recognize the voice one bit. What the hell is going on?

A girl ruthlessly pushes through the crowd before she bounces to his side with such a saccharine smile that Kise is almost impressed by the feat. But his thoughts short-circuit when she comfortably wraps her perfectly-manicured hands around his left arm, her brunette hair swept across her shoulder and touching his sleeve. He gets a full whiff of her fragrance, and he slightly grimaces before his thoughts finally catch up to register what just happened.

What the f—

“Everyone is so touchy today!!” she declares with a slight pout, ringing her voice loudly for everyone nearby to hear on purpose. “Don’t you guys know Ryōta-kun is my soulmate?”

“O-Oi—who said—” Kise immediately tries to jump in, but the girl is quicker to cut him off.

“He’s mine! Sorry girlies!” she says with a playful innocence before narrowing her eyes maliciously at the crowd. “... So you’ll have to leave, ‘mkay?” No sooner she speaks those words, the group disperses, and for the first time, Kise’s relatively alone in broad daylight in the middle of a public space. Though, he now has a bigger issue at hand. This girl.

There’s no doubt the entire school would talk about this the next day and weeks to come… probably months too. He drops his nice facade completely with her. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but stop it. The shit you’re doing right now isn’t cute in the slightest.”

“Oh! Ryōta-kun… don’t you know how attractive you are when you look at me like that?” She leans forward with a sneer of her own. “But you should be thanking me, no? I got rid of the pests for you, didn’t I?”

“I didn’t need your help,” he scoffs, beginning to turn away to walk. “If anything, you sound more desperate than I am.” There’s only one reason why she’s here.

He fumes to himself. She’s annoying, trying to use me for my status as a model to boost her own reputation in a hopeful “scandal.” Fucking hell. I’ll have to ask my manager about this later for rumor control… He clicks his tongue, making it loud enough for her to hear.

At least he knows 100% that she isn’t his soulmate. That’s one girl down out of infinity.

He walks with such controlled anger brewing within him that he almost didn’t notice another girl walking past him. Almost.

“Hana-chan!” a voice called out. He presumes that the brunette is who the voice is looking for. “Why’d you ditch me like that? You left me with these boys all alone! You know how starved they are—They totally looked at me like a piece of meat!”

“Aish, (y/n)-chan!” He hears her annoying voice echoing behind him. He walks faster. “Don’t you know you have that charm? Can you blame them?~ I wouldn’t, hehe.”

“Mou—! Hana-chan!” You speed to Hana, completely ignoring Kise as you storm past him. “You’re mean!”

He takes a quick side glance at you before his scowl turns harsher.

Who the hell in their right mind is friends with that bitch??

“Sorry, sorry!~”

But Kise can obviously tell she isn’t sorry in the least. He’s even more pissed off when he hears you pleasantly laugh with her, completely accepting her half-assed apology.

Chapter 2, Kise’s POV

———

“Huh? What’d you say Ryōta?”

“I said I want to play for the starting position.” Kise’s voice takes on an arrogant tone, dropping all polite facade—a rare occurrence, especially around so many people. The other first-string players watch the interaction anxiously, tension building in the gym.

This guy isn’t taking me seriously at all, is he?

Haizaki merely gives him a condescending look when he turns to face Kise. “You just joined the team. Hah—don’t be stupid.” He cocks a brow to taunt him further. “Besides, you can’t even beat me at practice. What do you think you’re doing, eh?”

I know what I’m doing, and you damn know it.

Kise merely gives a cocky look of his own. “I may not stand a chance against the other four, but I think I’m ready to take you.” More than ready. The mentioned Generation of Miracles stand aside to watch Haizaki’s response, not making any particular move to interfere.

“Heh, you must not think much of me.” Haizaki puts his hands casually on his hips. “It’s obvious I just don’t take practice seriously.” He licks his thumb as another taunt. “Fine. I’ll give you a taste of what I can really do.”

Honestly… what type of sick guy even does that? I can’t stand him.

. . .

A dunk there.

Another dunk.

Steal.

Backtip.

“Uh-oh. Kise-chin’s getting destroyed,” a lazy voice rings over the shoe squeaks and echoing ball bounces in the one-on-one match.

Damn it, you didn’t have to say that out loud, Murasakibaracchi… Damn it.

“More! I’m not done yet…!” Kise breathes hard, wiping sweat off his chin with the back of his arm and takes on a defensive stance.

“It’ll end the same way every time.”

“W-Wha—!”

“You and I…” Haizaki deals the finishing blow with a brutal dunk. “... are cut from different cloth.”

Ah… shit. Damn it, I thought I had it this time… I thought… damn…

“Shōgo-kun!” a feminine voice calls out from the doorway. A brunette girl pops her head to peep in. Hana. “Are you done with practice?”

Ugh… not her. Kise inwardly blanches at hearing her nauseating voice filling up the room and remembering the stunt she pulled the other day. Of all people to see me like this too…

“Yeah, sorry. I just finished,” Haizaki calls out, voice turning casual. He walks to her with an outstretched arm, eager for a touch before she recoils in disgust.

“Eurgh—!” she shrieks. “You’re still drenched in sweat!”

“Pft, I’ll take a quick shower.” He leans forward to her face, hands on his hips. “Do you wanna come with me?”

“Oh, come on!” she chastises him with that sickenly sweet voice, knowing fully well of his implications.

Kise huffs a small breath of annoyance, though it doesn’t do enough to convey his irritation for her. What a fake. People like her are so unbearable—the worst.

Aomine sighs, watching from a distance away. “That bastard…”

“Hey,” another player calls out. “Isn’t that… That’s Kise’s new girlfriend. Are they soulmates?”

Bullshit! She’s not—

“Ryōta-kun?”

Don’t use my first name like we’re familiar—

“Yeah.” Haizaki turns back to stare down at Kise, still on the ground with his hands and knees. “This guy just challenged me and lost.”

“Seriously? Talk about lame~”

“Anyways, that’s that.” Haizaki prepares to leave with the brunette. “Later, Ryōta-kun.” He adds an emphasis on the honorific to further humiliate him as he turns around.

Kise begins to tremble, fists tightening. All of you piss me off. He grits his teeth, willing himself to get up from his total loss and stand on his feet again. His hands are hanging loosely at his sides—stance relaxed, but no one around him can tell what he’s actually feeling from the way he hides his face under his bangs. But he can’t blame Haizaki… that’s the most infuriating part. He’s right… I challenged him and didn’t stand a chance—That can only mean I have to get stronger.

“Hey, wait!” Another voice cuts through his thoughts when more running footsteps echo down the gym hallway. Kise looks up with a disinterested expression at the source of the noise. “There you are! I’ve been looking for you! Aren’t we going to the arcade together?”

Haizaki merely smirks at you, giving you a once-over before flicking his hand towards himself to beckon you over. “The more the merrier, eh?”

“Oh, Shōgo-kun! You’re so sly!”

“Ehhhhh?” You dramatically gasp, turning to Haizaki. “But you agreed on going on a date with me today, didn’t you?” Haizaki stops with a raised brow to try to recall before his grin grows wider at you.

“My bad. So I did,” he hums. “Then,” he turns to the brunette, “After the shower, I’ll be with (y/n), yeah? You’re more than free to join, though.”

“Whaaaat?” You tilt your head at him. “We agreed to go alone together, geez…”

Kise merely tunes you out from that point on, no longer interested in you and whatever shit you were going to spew out. Anyone involved with Haizaki like that isn’t good to begin with. He slowly walks to use the exit on the opposite side of the gym to avoid the group for good measure.

She’s just like the rest of them. He yawns.

———

Another day, another practice. Even after Teiko destroyed Meiko in the national finals, there is no excitement buzzing among the basketball players from such an accomplishment, when such wins are simply obligatory and frequent.

“Midorimacchi? Where’s everyone else?” Kise enters the gym nonchalantly but stops to do a double take to see half the room empty. It’s supposed to be another regular day of practice isn’t it?

Midorima pauses, his hands on a plastic bottle before he narrows his eyes. “Those fools chose to ditch.”

Fools? Kise widens his eyes. “You can’t mean…”

“I don’t understand their way of thinking,” he continued, putting down the bottle before picking up the ball. “Those who don’t do everything humanly possible within their limits—I can’t be friends with such people. Luckily, my soulmate will not be the same.”

Soulmate?

“Aominecchi and Murasakibaracchi? And hey, where’s Akashicchi?”

“Quiet,” he says, going into a shooting position with the ball in his left hand. “You’re ruining my focus, nanodayo.” He shoots a half-court shot. All net, as always… nothing less from Teiko’s shooting guard.

“I’m serious,” he slightly sulks, eyeing the ball bouncing out of the court before looking back at him. “I don’t know what’s going on here.” Midorima, sensing the serious tone, turns back as he adjusts his glasses.

“Kuroko quit yesterday. Akashi is most likely gone regarding that. Though, I doubt losing Kuroko would make a huge impact to the starter lineup. Despite that, I believe Akashi wanted to be thorough and make sure there’s a temporary sixth man installed in the meantime.”

Kurokocchi quit? Well, it’s not a big deal. It’s almost the end of our 3rd year here anyways… before we graduate.

Kise further raises a confused brow. “And what’s with the soulmate comment? Did you already…?”

“Obviously not.” Midorima frowns at his insinuation. “It is far too soon for me to get one.”

“Then why do you sound so confident?!”

“Because I know,” he replies, closing his eyes briefly before looking down at the ball cart next to him. “… and trust that they’ll give me someone capable. Naturally, if I were to do everything possible on my end, that would only mean I would be granted someone of the same caliber in the future, nanodayo. There is no room for error or doubt.”

“Uh…” Kise merely gives a judgmental stare. “So I’m assuming you have a soulmate letter, and it told you this?” Midorima stops himself from shooting to stare at him incredulously, as if Kise was the most idiotic thing he’d ever laid eyes on.

“Of course not. I’m not opening that letter until the oha asa predicts the luckiest year for cancers yet.”

“I… wow.” That’s Midorimacchi for you, always the weirdo. Can’t believe he really thinks like that.

“You have no place to speak when you also are nowhere near to finding your soulmate, idiot.” He shoots the ball again. He grabs another one without looking at Kise, who’s currently no doubt giving him the look of a kicked puppy.

“I don’t believe in soulmates,” he grumbles. “Not anymore, anyways. It’s too annoying to think about.”

Midorima widens his eyes to stare at Kise, registering the foreign words coming from his mouth.

Midorimacchi, don’t look at me like that… can you blame me? It’s not that weird for a lot of people to think that, too.

Midorima merely sighs. “Say all you want, but you can’t deny the fates, nanodayo.” He goes back to ignoring Kise again, this time for good. I guess he finds that really strange on his end.

“Well…” Kise gives a heavy sigh of his own. “I guess I can get some drills in.”

———

Kaijo’s nice enough. Nothing’s really changed since becoming a 1st year here for a couple months. The campus might be twice the size of Teiko’s, and the basketball team isn’t that bad. Kasamatsu might be scary, though, but he has no real complaints about him. Well… he reconsiders the thought, feeling his lower back throbbing. Actually… he COULD try to lessen up on his kicks… But I guess he means well. He’s a bit too serious, though.

He still has plenty of complaints about girls following him around, but by now, he’s used to it. Call it a staple of Kise Ryōta, of some sorts. Kise of Kaijo… he thinks, remembering Kasamatsu’s lecture on his first day of scouting. It really does have a nice ring to it after all.

He smiles, recalling the new bonds he’s forged with his teammates these past matches. The Winter Cup is coming soon, so everyone’s buzzing with excitement and anticipation to take home 1st place this year. Kurokocchi might be right about doing what’s good for the team. I need to get stronger for our rematch. His simper only grows bigger.

Thinking about basketball and not worrying about the unnecessary things at hand is so liberating that he pretty much forgets the ordeal. (Like the business of soulmates, but he’s not thinking about that! That’s not even remotely in his consciousness, not one bit.)

Unfortunately for him, his smile is wiped from his face the moment he enters the gym.

“Heyah, heyah, heyah!” He furrows his brows in slight confusion at the voice, most definitely not belonging to any of his teammates. That sounds… familiar.

Your voice reverberates throughout the gym, but it seems like you have no regard for an indoor voice as your eyes sparkle (how creepy) at his teammates. And your own smile widens as seconds pass (definitely creepy). Kise’s frown becomes harsher when he finally recognizes you.

I don’t remember what she looks like… but that damn voice… wait a second—

Kasamatsu sighs at you, but he tries to keep a polite tone with you. Even so, anyone can sense how exasperated he is. “Sorry, look,” he says cordially, eyeing Kise at the door before turning his gaze back at you. “If you’re looking for Kise, he’s not here right now, and if you are going to wait for him, he’ll be occupied with practice from soon until hours later.”

You do that same head tilt you did back at Teiko. “But I’m not here for him.”

His teammates merely sweatdrop at your answer. Right, like anyone believes that. Kise takes a quiet step in to put his duffel bag on an empty spot, no longer even bothering to give you his attention anymore.

“Yeah, sorry.” Kobori steps in with an apologetic smile of his own. “If you want to leave any gifts, you can leave it with the coach.”

“No, no!” You widen your eyes theatrically, waving your hands around in front of your chest to emphasize your statement. “You misunderstand me, seriously!”

Kasamatsu, having enough of you, shoots an exhale before turning to yell to the other players, “Everyone! Start warming up! And don’t slack off, or I’ll kick your ass!”

“I’m not here for Kise,” your voice rings out loud and clear. “I’m here for Kasamatsu-senpai.” Everyone freezes at the mention of the captain’s name. What business did a 1st year have with a 3rd year? They spare a look in the captain’s direction, but even he’s caught off guard. Kise looks up at you from behind, a few meters away.

Does she even know that I’m actually here, or…?

“Because,” you say, a little too brightly. “I think you’re my soulmate, Kasamatsu-senpai!”

Said captain immediately chokes on air.

Every single person in the gym has their jaws dropped.

A few seconds of silence take over the gym.

“WHAT??????!!!!”

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