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99liners · 3 years ago

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GoM + kuroko + kagami + kasamatsu reaction to their busty girlfriend;

request: Anonymous asked: Hi honey, are the requerts open? If yes could you make a reactions or heardcanon of gom if their busty gf who isn't wearing a bra just a baggy T-shirt puts her breasts on their head or presses her boyfriend's head against her breasts (Gom +kagami+kuroko+kasamatsu) some nsfw.

kise ryota:

he would be... traumatised when he first saw them. hear me out, he is traumatised cause how the fuck is his girlfriend so amazing and beautiful (like him). can you get any fucking perfect-er? now ryo has to dedicate all his time, attention and strength in protecting you. of course, everyone wants a piece of your rack bUT NOT ON RYO’S WATCH, HELL NO. any creepy ass guy even breathes wrong in your direction and he is on his feet to give the guy a piece of his mind. he would get all handsy too and then go all dramatic, “my girl is so perfect that everyone is trying to steal her. sigh.”

loves it when you tease him with nothing but a shirt on. he is also so handsy with you. never tires from touching your skin enough, be it the soft skin of your bazonkas or your ass, one way or the other he is slapping a piece of skin that jiggles back and causes a tent under his pants.

midorima shintaro:

your mammary glands are literally a point of cultural reset of shin’s entire being. “they make ‘em that big? what’s your zodiac sign, again? this seems unnatural” don’t take his words to heart though, he does not mean them as an insult, he is just surprised.

absolutely disapproves of you going around the apartment with just a t-shirt on. he gets so flustered ahahah. also, once he came back with takao and they saw you like that in the living room. you made a beeline to the bedroom to put on more clothes on while the duo stared at you like (refer to the gif).

he pokes at them like he is till testing the waters. absolutely blows his mind that they are just balloons of floof that are squeezable even. honks them once in a while when you are asleep (he refuses to do childish things while you are awake to avoid being a laughing stock but that has hardly ever stopped you xD). does “honk honk” sound effect softly under his breath while he honks both the breasts once. save this man, please.

aomine daiki:

are you kidding me? daiki was B O R N for this! every day he prayed and prayed for a girlfriend who had big breasts and now she has finally arrived. in these moments where you wear nothing but a flimsy t-shirt which do nothing to leaving anything to the imagination, daiki thinks “she femaled femininely across the room, her breasts breasting breastily. her breasts bustier than the basketballs i have dunked.” yes, he is going to get a tramp stamp of that quotation.

he loves to play with them, twist them, turn them, kiss them, suck on ‘em, massage them – you name it, he does it. likes to call himself the titty pain reliever. especially loves to sleep on them, will lay his head right in the valley of the breasts and would smoosh them together against his cheeks with his hands.

murasakibara atsushi:

my mans about to bust out an essay about how much he appreciates them. can you imagine something finally fits in his hand? it is not too small and fits perfectly in his hands? he would go around announcing it to everyone. dramatic drops of tear at the corner of his eyes. i will go as far to mention that it may become one of the only things other than basketball that becomes an item of passion for him. atsushi finally feels passionate about something and he is about to make it everyone’s problem by making everyone (unwillingly) listen to his rambles on how perfectly your boobs fit in his hands.

behind closed doors, he goes around grabbing them like basketballs about to dunk one inside his mouth like they are just some large lollipops. you literally get wet patches on your t-shirt/top/shirt cause he does not even bother removing/lifting them. you mayhaps have walked out a time or two with a wet patch and roamed around the city not even noticing that it was there. i oop–

akashi seijuro:

i swear the first thing that came to his mind when you took off your bra in front of him the first time was ‘do they hurt?’ mans is constantly worried about your back. prepares hot packs, props up pillows to support your lower back when you are sitting down, if you are together then his hand is usually placed right under your bra strap as his fingers draw mindless figures on your skin, softly massaging the area with the mindful finger pads of his.

he would be so up in his head about the vitality of your back that the sexual innuendo would slip his mind. ‘oh yeah right, they are so huge.’ would reluctantly touch them, again, he is afraid of hurting you but when he realizes that he can bring your relief by massaging your breasts, takes 200% advantage of the fact xD. “baby do you have a headache? here, let me give you a chest massage.” “sei, my head hurts not my chest.” “sh sh, let the emperor take care of it. you will feel so good afterwards baby.” mf thinks he is slick, smh.

kuroko tetsuya:

his shy nature had you on your toes too when you guys first became intimate. you were constantly worried that he would freak out upon noticing your ginormous rack. i mean, he surely is the type to freak out regarding anything seggsual. SUPRISINGLY, mans was enamoured. he legit had the red blush lines appearing on his cheeks like those things are even real, his eyes would not even blink and would be hyper fixated on them beautiful globes of flesh.

you are not even sure if he freaked or rethinking life decisions and finally ask him what he thinks. he shifts that dead look to your eyes and, i kid you not, proclaims with a straight face “i think it is very sexually appealing. i have a boner now. also, can i touch them?”

kagami taiga:

i know he is portrayed as the respectful guy and i say this with all due respect but this guy is an animal. so feral. would totally come up behind you, palming his boner when his other hand sneaks up and clasps around your breast, squeezing and twisting it all the while his boner starts grinding against your ass.

he is so rough with them – pulls, pokes, bites at them. also, loves to tie you up shibari style to have your breasts poking out to their very extent while he spanks them. sometimes even with a paddle or puts clamps on them. i mean he has to make full use of them. what a freak.

kasamatsu yukio:

the only other time yukio cried apart from losing that match to seirin was the day when he first got to see your naked breasts in his mere mortal blue eyes. oh, to perceive such divinely glands through his mortal eyes, mans had tears welling up at the corner of his eyes. all the losses that he has ever faced seemed so worth it in the moment lol. would get so dramatic, like literally falling to his knees while sobbing profusely and you are there standing like a dummy, rethinking life choices ‘cause how did you even get a grown ass guy to start sobbing like a baby after showing him your breasts? what is even happening?

he is so gentle with them during sex, overall he treats your body like porcelain and worships it but when it comes to your breasts, oh so gentle. only the softest of touches are reserved for them. secretly, 10/10 wants to titty fuck but is too embarrassed to ask/tell you about it.

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a/n: i have small breasts :)

feedback is deeply appreciated.✨

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lamnwar · 2 years ago

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I Can't Remember // KNB Characters x gn! Reader

A/N: it ain't me if I'm not writing fanfic based on my irl experiences bc I'm that one bitch that's always daydreaming, even when she's supposed to be socializing 😩

Context: A long awaited weekend on the beach with your friends finally comes... and there isn't much of it that you can remember. All characters are aged up for plot purposes (early 20s)

Pairing: there's just a bunch of character there so no real pairing, slight Aomine x reader and Kiyoshi x reader tho I really couldn't help myself

Warnings: mention of alcohol, heavy drinking, some flirting here and there, language, 3.6k words because I got inspired lmao but overwise it's just crack 🤭

You open the fridge, hoping with all of your heart that what you've been looking for is here, and to your enjoyment, a last bottle of beer stands in between a block of cheese and yesterday's pasta. You hum, before going outside. As the sunrays hit your face, you squint, the light appearing particularly bright this morning. You finally sit on the small wall between the beach house and the sea, when your eyes have adjusted to the daylight.

“Yo” you hear a voice behind you.

You take a sip before turning around. The blue-haired boy stands nonchalantly against the door frame, looking as if he just came back from a ten days journey in the desert.

“Hey” you reply, voice raspy.

He sits next to you, and you both remain silent for a while, the only noises being the gentle waves, and the very subtle fizz of your drink.

“You look rough” lets out the man.

“Same to you.”

You both laugh. You do, indeed, look terrible. Hair going in all directions, dark circles under your eyes, dry lips and that weird tint on your skin. As for Aomine, it's roughly the same, but he still has his usual charm, even while looking like this.

“Haven't you had enough last night?” He asks while tapping your bottle with the tip of his finger.

“It's the cure to a hangover. This, and dumplings.”

“Give me some then.”

You pass the bottle to him, hands cupping your face as you pull your knees to your chest. You don't have a headache, thank god, and you're pretty sure that you haven't puked, but god are you tired. The thing is, you have no idea when you fell asleep, you just know that you woke up this morning, with Riko's hand on your face and one of your shoes missing.

The rest of the night? A total blur. You have very vague images, but remembering them is as hard as remembering a dream you had ten years ago. You haven't checked your phone, you don't know where it is. Hopefully, somewhere in the house. You better find it soon; beside the fact that you rely on it to function, it's also Sunday and your parents will certainly call tonight as they usually do on Sundays. And this time, when they'll ask you how was your weekend, well... Well, you'd surely have stories to tell, if you'd remember any.

“Daiki, do you remember last night?”

He raises an eyebrow at you, amused by the question. You land a friendly slap on his shoulder – he shouldn't be making fun of you, for all you know, he's probably as bad as you.

“Some stuff. You challenged me to a shot competition, and I won, and then you said that I cheated.”

“You probably did” you scoff, earning a nudge in the shoulder from him.

You sigh. The sky is as clearer as ever, but you can't say that much about your mind. Usually filling the role of the smart one, the one who has an answer to anything – basically being a walking version of Google – it's weird for you to be missing some information. At the same time, you don't want to blame yourself. It has been a rough semester, and you've desperately needed to let off some steam.

“Shouldn't we do something about this blackout?”

Your friend raises his shoulder.

“We'll see it all in the pictures and videos.”

“I lost my phone dude, I have no idea what I've done last night.”

You chuckle, taking a sip of your beer. It amuses you, to a certain extent, the idea that you've been totally unhinged last night. It only makes sense, you figure; you've had your first drink at 3PM, you haven't stopped from that point on. To be fair, you were pretty thirsty after the drive from your apartment to the beach house. In the early summer heat, you were packed in a car with Riko, her boyfriend Junpei, and his roommate Teppei. Sitting at the back between bags and the giant body of Teppei, it only made sense that you required a fresh beer once you’ve arrived. This might be the last time that you’ve had a clear mind, remembering what you’ve been up to.

“I’ve left mine on the couch I think, should we take a look?”

You look up to him, raising your eyebrows. For all you know, the secrets of last night might all be in his phone. Gathering the little energy that you have left, you get up from your seat on the wall, getting back inside. You squint your eyes; you haven’t realized how bright it was outside. The living room is a mess, not as much as you’d expected it to be, though. A couple of glasses are laying around here and there, and you don’t fail to notice to bottles aligned against the wall, witnessing of the wildness of last night. And you obviously cannot ignore the large body of Taiga, passed out on the couch with his shirt opened. You chuckle softly, nudging the blue-haired boy next to you in the ribs so he’ll look at your common friend.

“Shit, he looks rough” he scoffs.

You nod in approval. Deep inside, it feels reassuring to know that you aren’t the only one who has been slightly overboard, and the idea of someone sharing your blackout is rather comforting. You advance towards the sleeping boy, bending in front of me. Despite only half of his body fitting on the couch, he looks comfortable, in deep slumber and you hesitate to wake him up. Yet, you have to, in order to retrieve Daiki’s phone. Granted, you can also wait for the others to be up and question them so you can piece out your misadventures of last night; but you are impatient, and before anything else, you cannot stand being in a blur for much longer. So you take in a long breath, hand slowly poking at Kagami’s cheek.

“Hey big boy” you mutter softly.

He groans, but doesn’t budge. Your hand trails to his shoulder, that you shake lightly. Again, no response.

“You’re being too delicate, shake the motherfucker up” Daiki sighs.

“I don’t wanna be too violent” you pout.

He rolls his eyes, and before you know it, he pushes you aside, his big hand lightly slapping your friend’s cheek.

“Oi, wakey wakey.”

The red-haired boy finally opens his eyes – with much struggle – facing the bored eyes of Daiki. He grunts, taking a moment to fully awaken. For a couple of second, he feels like he comes back from the dead, and reality sinks in at a painfully slow pace. When he finally gathers his surroundings, he lays his eyes on you.

“Sup?” he greats, voice husky.

You smile. He really is in a worse state than yours.

“Feeling like shit. Sorry to wake you up Taiga, but you’re sleeping on Dai’s phone.”

He moves, propping himself up in a sitting position. You’ve never witnessed the basketball player moving so slowly before: in a sloth-like demeanour, he rubs his face and stretches his limbs, before lifting the pillows, looking for the phone. And when he finally does, discovering it in the folds of the couch, he sighs, giving it back to its owner. Daiki shoots him an irritated glance; though he doesn’t say a word, you can read his thoughts clearly on his face. The fact that Taiga’s spent the night sleeping on his phone is enough to annoy him, but maybe somewhere inside him he restrains from making a fuss because none of you are in the state to stand an insignificant quarrel. It takes a few seconds for him to check his battery, then his notifications, before he opens the gallery. You look at him, impatiently waiting.

“Let’s sit” he finally says.

And you do so, joining Kagami on the couch as the blue-haired boy sits between you, ready to show the content of his screen. The first picture is a normal group selfie. Daiki, Satsuki, and Tetsuya, smiling as they hold their cups. It’s cute, but nothing that leads you to retrace your adventures of last night. He scrolls through a bunch of other pictures of that sort, amongst some blurry shots of random moments. Then he stops at a video, exchanging a look with you before pressing on play.

“Whose phone is that? Anyways, look… oh wait, this angle isn’t doing me any good – “

Aomine puts the video on pause, swearing under his beard as he sees the familiar face of the group’s absolute party guy. Kise Ryōta. It’s probably the hangover, but hearing his cheerful voice clearly puts Daiki in a mood, and for a second there, he is tempted to delete the video, so he doesn't have to suffer through it. But the second he lays his eyes on you, he reminds himself of the reason why he absolutely wanted to retrieve his phone in the first place. So he plays the rest, just for your sake. You all stay in silence as you watch the blond change the angle to make him appear under his best light, shooting one of his typical smiles at the camera.

“Looks like there’s romance in the air…”

He chuckles, before zooming behind him. In the darkness of the night, it’s hard to tell what is going on, but you manage to distinguish two bodies standing close on the sand. The video then stops there. What they are doing is unclear, but you recognize the outfits; one being Kiyoshi’s and the other one being yours.

Your eyes open wide. You obviously have no recollection of that part of the night, and you fear what you may have done. It’s not unusual for you to get flirty when drunk, and you have to admit that you’ve always had the sweetest crush on the tall brunette. But it deeply bothers you that you cannot tell what this interaction was about, and what happened after.

“Wow, so you and Teppei, huh?” Kagami lets out.

You groan, rubbing your eyes.

“I have no fucking idea what’s going on there” you complain. “For all I know, it’s nothing… but it might be something too.”

You sink further in the couch, trying to figure out how to sort this out. Unfortunately, your mind is too much in a fog for you to solve your problem, and it takes Daiki scrolling through the pictures again for you to come back to Earth. After some shots of what seems to be a round of drinking games and some weird dancing, your attention is caught by a series of pictures that includes you, in your swimsuit, in the darkness of the night, going for a swim.

“Ah, see, this is what I like” comments Daiki.

“What do you mean?”

“Love to see the little nerd of our group going for a midnight swim. Granted, you’re unfortunately not butt ass naked, but still.”

He laughs, scrolling through more pictures of you in the pitch-black ocean, with the widest grin on your face. And suddenly, you feel some memories rushing back. The feeling of the cool water against your bare skin, the sound of your friends cheering you for going in the water, the splashes of the waves, the smell of the ocean. You sit back for a minute, reconstituting this part of the night in your mind. You remember, talking about a midnight swim with Riko. She said that she’d never done that, and neither did you, given that you’ve never been on the seashore at night before. You remember, pouring some alcohol in your glass while you considered giving it a try. You’ve downed your glass before changing in your swimsuit, and rushing outside in the cool summer night.

“Where the fuck was I when all this happened?” asks the red-haired boy in a state of complete loss.

You furrow your brows, zooming in on one of the pictures, then increasing the brightness of the screen.

“Here you are dummy, right there” points Daiki.

And indeed, it seems that you weren’t alone in your midnight swim. You chuckle lightly, seeing Kagami’s giant body being engulfed by waves, some bits of that moments reappearing to you at the same time. You remember, the tall boy as wasted as you, running towards the waves, stumbling in the sand first before getting up and giggling like a child. You smile at yourself as these memories come; somehow, it is reassuring to know that you’ve done nothing too embarrassing last night. Although, there is still that interaction with Teppei that remains a mystery. God knows what you’ve been doing with him, and for your own sake, you pray it was yet another moment of senseless words and laughs, like the rest of the night seemed to be. You stretch, relieved at your discovery. Sure, the whole night isn’t documented in Daiki’s phone, and your own phone as well as one of your shoes is still missing, but so far, it doesn’t seem as bad as you’ve imagined.

“Good morning kids.”

The three of you jump hearing a new voice, and you eye up to see Kasamatsu standing in front of you, in what looks like a jogging attire. By the coat of sweat on his arms and the earphones dangling around his neck, he indeed looks like he’s just came back from a run, and you can’t help but sending him a confused look. How the hell is he in a good enough shape to go for a run after last night?

“You fucking freak” Aomine shoots a gaze as incredulous as yours to the guy.

Kasamatsu shakes the comment away, going to the open kitchen to pour himself a large glass of water.

“Some of us only had a few drinks last night” he retorts with an amused smile.

It must, in fact, be hilarious to look at Aomine, Kagami and you at this very instant. In appearance, it looks like you’ve been through a lot – and a lot, you’ve indeed been through. And as you get lost in your blurred thoughts, you get a moment of clarity, realising that if you seek more information on your night, Kasamatsu may certainly hold all the knowledge you want. As fast as you can, you get up, rushing to him. Pleading eyes meet his intrigued blue irises, while he finishes his glass.

“You still remember last night, don’t you?”

“I do” he raises an eyebrow at you.

“Good, because I completely blacked out” you complain.

“And you want me to give you some clarity” he reads into your mind.

You positively nod, and he laughs before patting the top of your head. Like the rest of the friend group, Kasamatsu has always known you as the one person who always has everything under their control; you’re the one the rest comes to, looking for answers and some order. But if someone surpasses you when it comes to having their shit together, it must be Yukio. Excellent grades, an apartment that’s always properly organized and cleaned, a healthy social life, and always taking care of himself and the one he loves. It may not be surprising, all things considered, that he is the only sober one after last night's wildness. And it might also be endearing to him to see you like that, knowing that you’ve finally let loose.

“For the most part, you had fun” he starts. “Nothing too wild, if that’s what you’re wondering… except some of your dance moves with Daiki.”

“Huh?” the concerned raises up after hearing his name.

“Yeah, you two got a bit hot on some dancehall. Don’t you remember?”

Your eyes open wide as you look at your friend, barely recalling any of that. The single thought of you getting physically close to Daiki seems like an absurdity, but you also know that Yukio wouldn’t lie. A flash of fright crosses between you and the blue-haired boy, all while Taiga laughs at the situation. And it must be funny, from an external perspective. Everyone knows that Daiki and you are the kind of friends that always keep distance between them. Sure, you tease each other from time to time, but things never go further. Not that you’d want to – Daiki is at best a brother to you, nothing more.

“The things alcohol make people do” sighs Kagami, as if he’s in any position to talk.

You shake your head, when glimpses of this event comes back to you. The image of Aomine’s large hands on your waist appears to you, and for a second, you remember a whiff of his perfume. Red gains your cheeks, when more hazy images come to you. Hips swaying, barely any space between your two bodies, your fingers tangled in his short hair.

“Fuck, you’re kinda hot right now.”

“I know.”

As these words whispered between you resurface, you go back to worrying about stupid things you might have done last night. Just as you’ve finally reassured yourself that you’ve been overall a good kid, you had to be hit by these memories.

“To be fair, it shouldn’t matter if none of us remember any of it” says Daiki.

The issue is that you apparently remember some of it. But he may be right, you both have an alibi. Blame it on the liquor, none of it was done in all consciousness. It’s just dumb drunk people activity.

“Yeah, it doesn’t count” you say more for yourself than for him.

An awkward silence follows suit. If you were in such state that you’ve had a moment like this with Daiki, then maybe you might have done something of the same degree – or worse – with Kiyoshi. The worries that you’ve previously had come back, and you try to rack your brain up, looking for anything. Unfortunately, nothing comes. There is only one way for you to recover the truth, and that would be to ask Kiyoshi about it, with hope that he remembers it. But the possibility that you’ve done something in the slightest embarrassing stops you from doing so. How can you face him if you’ve been acting stupid with him?

But no, you should ask him. You cannot go back home leaving this mystery alive. You need to know, and as the adult you are, you’ll deal with the consequences of your actions in due time. You take in a big breath, gathering all your courage before going to the room where you believe you’ll find the giant brunette. You still remember that he’s left his bags in the bedroom next to the one you’ve been sleeping in. The three boys watch you, perplexed by your actions. The door opens in a silent creek, and you peak inside. The curtains are half closed, and taking all the single mattress, Teppei is laying there, on his phone. The bed next to his is unoccupied; it was supposed to be Hyuga’s but the latter was in the bed you were sharing with his girlfriend. Hearing you, he looks up, shooting you a tired but nice smile. Your heart flutters – you really hope that you’ve behaved yourself last night, because God, do you have a crush on the man.

“Hey there” he says.

You greet him back, closing the door behind you. You figure it’s easier to go straight to the point, so you sit on the empty bed, fiddling with your fingers.

“So, huh… I kinda don’t remember much of last night” you confess. “But apparently we’ve had a little interaction outside?”

“What? Oh, yeah. We had a nice moment outside.”

You nod, looking at him as he moves to face you. You only now notice that he is only in his underwear, which makes you blush furiously. He has no business to look like that when you’re trying to figure out if you’ve made a fool of yourself in front of him or not.

“Did we? I really can’t remember.”

He laughs.

“We did, had a nice talk about stuff. It was fun. Kinda sad that you don’t remember it though.”

“Yeah…”

“Is that all?”

You nod, feeling his gaze on you. A smile creeps on his lips, while he rests his head in his palm.

“You’re wondering if you’ve done or said anything embarrassing, don’t you?”

You sigh, an awkward laugh escaping your lips.

“Yeah, I can get quite… special, when I’m drunk.”

“Well, be assured, you were just the right kind of fun.”

And as these words reach you, you let out the breath you were holding. This morning has been a rollercoaster, as each information you’ve gathered from last night has sparked different reactions. But you feel light now that you’ve resolved the biggest mystery. It’s truly not as bad as you’ve envisioned; as a matter of fact, it isn’t bad at all. You’ve just been talking, nothing romantic there, so nothing to worry about. Maybe this whole fuss is to blame on Kise, he’s the one that framed you in a way that made it look like you were flirting with Kiyoshi or what not. You’ll maybe scold him later.

You shoot a last smile at the brunette before getting up, finally at peace.

“Well, if it was nothing, I’ll let you rest” you say as you go to grab the doorknob.

“Oh! If you don’t remember last night, is the date invitation still standing?”

And here it is, the thing you feared.

“The what?”

You may not remember last night, but there’s one thing that you’ll keep in mind forever, and that is that you will never drink as much as you did ever again.

#the fact that some it was inspired by my friends being blackout after that one weekend we spent together #they'll never know that they served as inspo for my fic tho #aaah to be friends with the knb characters #knb #kuroko no basuke #aomine daiki #kiyoshi teppei #kagami taiga #kasamatsu yukio #kise ryōta #hyuga junpei #riko aida #momoi satsuki #kuroko tetsuya #knb x reader #aomine x reader #kiyoshi x reader #knb fic

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shintaru · 4 months ago

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I’m in a dangerous mood, can you match my timing | Kuroko’s basketball

*How the knb characters react to walking in on you dancing to the water choreography *

Dance reference in case you don't know

~ They know the choreography and join your practice.

[Kise Ryōta, Kazunari Takao, & Kotarō Hayama]

~ Will dance with you after you show them the dance.

[Reo Mibuchi, Daiki Aomine, & Makoto Hanamiya]

~ Gets really flustered and asks what you’re doing. You show them the choreography making them blush.

[Taiga Kagami, Yukio Kasamatsu, Shintarō Midorima, Tatsuya Himuro]

~Has no reaction, and goes on as if they didn’t see anything

[Tetsuya Kuroko, Atsushi Murasakibara, Seijūrō Akashi, Teppei Kiyoshi, Tatsuya Himuro, Reo Mibuchi]

~ Is confused but supports you

[Teppei Kiyoshi, Tatsuya Himuro, Seijūrō Akashi, Reo Mibuchi]

~ Gets turned on and will place their hands on your hips as you dance

[Makoto Hanamiya, Shōichi Imayoshi, & Daiki Aomine]

ik the dance went viral near the end of 2023 but an edit of her dancing is going viral causing another trend. I’m obsessed with her songs and choreographies so i thought it would be fun to have characters react to x reader doing the dance.

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nuclevi · 3 years ago

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boyfriend!kise who..

was so nervous before asking you out that he felt dizzy and almost puked straight up. who blushed and stuttered so much in front of you that you had to ask him to take a deep breath and start again with a clear head. who cried afterwards in his room thinking he had messed up and now you think he’s lame. who literally jumped and roared out of happiness when you accepted his confession which had strangers around you eyeing him suspiciously. kise who links your hand with his and kisses your knuckles every time you are out together. who is always making you laugh. who never lets you walk on the roadside of the pavement, gently pushing you to the other side by a hand on your waist.

boyfriend!kise who needs your advice for every outfit he wears for the day. do you think this red flannel suits him? or does the blue one? what shoes should he match with this hoodie today? you would know best, he thinks. he doesn’t even go shopping without you and if you can’t accompany him then he’ll video call and show you every clothing he’s selected so far. kise who talks to his mother about you, all the while blushing and with a huge smile on his face. who wants you to meet his mother one day and form a bond like he shares with her, as you both are the most important women in his life.

boyfriend!kise who never lets you get sad on your own. the pain you feel, he feels it too now. who buys you your favorite food on the days you don’t feel the best and puts on a sappy tv show while he holds you flush to him. who always thinks of you when he sees the moon, excitedly snapping a picture to send it to you. who is always talking and babbling around you because he is most comfortable around you and you are always listening to him. kise who has your contact name saved as “baby☽♡”. who always walks past his fangirls hurriedly, muttering a “sorry, later.” and heading towards where you are waiting for him after his match. who runs towards you as fast as he can, his face breaking into the biggest smile when he hears you gush about how good he was at court.

boyfriend!kise who melts when you play with his hair. who painted you a scenery of sunflowers and blue skies on the background on a canvas, like this. who is always talking about you around his teammates and gom. “they sent me a selfie today and god, i am ready to die for them.” “yo aominecchi, i think i should buy a necklace for their next birthday. what do you think? “their birthday is 4 months away, dumbass.” “okay and?” “maybe we should go for white lilies for our wedding decor.” “you should focus on graduating first, kise.” to say that kise tires them out is an understatement. but will he stop it? no. you are always on his mind anyways.

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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.”

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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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hyxc1nth · 3 years ago

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knb players after losing a game

(kagami, kuroko, kise, kasamatsu, takao)

angst - comfort

it is 1 am, and i honestly don't know where i'm going with this; but the other players need more love!!!

kagami would be in an open court to blow off some steam, and would stop at nothing to play even when his muscles burned and his feet ached. you would hold his hand to halt his dribbling, and look at him with pleading eyes. kagami wouldn't meet your gaze, but he would eventually succumb into your touch— let his head fall on your shoulder and whisper curses under his breath as tears ran down his eyes. and you, the ever patient you, would stroke his damp hair and plant kisses on his temple.

kuroko would be silently staring off into space as he leans against you, with your arm wrapped around his waist and your head snuggling into his shoulder. his eyes, rimmed with red, is void of any emotion after crying his heart out. you would gingerly take his hand, play with his fingers, and intertwine it with yours. he would let out a shaky breath and lean his head on yours, stifling another batch of tears. and you would always be ready to kiss them all away.

kise would immediately envelope you in his strong arms. his hold is firm, yet laced with gentleness, and you would gently wrap yours around him; afraid that he would break if you were too hasty. his tears would stain the sleeves of your shirt, but you wouldn't give it a second thought. he would sob in a quiet hallway, and you would rub small circles on his back and whisper assurances in his ear. he would pull away, and you would cradle his tear-stained face in your hands and catch each tears with your fingertips.

kasamatsu would hold you tight against him while biting down on his lower lip to keep himself from sobbing. the gravity of the results and maintaining a face in front of his team has made him snap, and it would always leave a painful pang in your heart to see him in an unusual state, tears of your own staining your cheeks. he would bury his head on the crook of your neck, and his tears would roll on your exposed skin. he would always ask you to stay with him a little longer with a cracked voice, and you do. you always do, and you always will.

takao would make light of the situation with smiles that don't quite reach his eyes and jokes that don't make sense. but his voice would gradually tremble, and you would have him in your embrace; cupping one of his cheeks, and peppering it with butterfly kisses. he would nuzzle his nose in the crook of your neck and pull you flush against him, or he would muffle his cries against your chest as you smooth his hair, humming an unfamiliar lullaby as you do so.

#knb #knb x reader #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basket x reader #takao kazunari #kagami taiga #kuroko tetsuya #kasamatsu yukio #kise ryota #kagami taiga x reader #kuroko tetsuya x reader #takao kazunari x reader #kasamatsu x reader #( 🍣 ) ; hyxcinth knb ★

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punksakusa · 3 years ago

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Kise would absolutely be heartbroken if you don’t say you would love him as a worm

And Kasamatsu would probably loose brain cells listening to the whole exchange (also because he knows it’s all he’s going to hear about for the next week)

#knb #kuroko no basket #kise #knb kise #kise ryouta #kise ryōta #kise x reader #knb x reader #knb kasamatsu #kasamatsu yukio

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thewritetofreespeech · 3 years ago

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I love when great writers I haven’t seen yet pop up on my dashboard. Hi to you! 😘 I just went through all your KNB! Never find enough content anymore! 😩 Anyhow, I didn’t see that you’ve written for Kasamatsu but if you don’t mind can I get something for him and Akashi falling for and confessing to someone NOT their type? They like serious dignified girls. So, a girl who is a sarcastic prankster, always teasing. A lot like Kise or someone who would be Kise’s female bestie. Once they get to know her they see how she’s really compassionate and just wants people to laugh and smile. 👉👈🥺🙏💘

Akashi

"Gaaaah! This is taking too loooong!!" [Y/N] whined as they stretched out across the table the 3 of them were sitting at in the courtyard for study group. Causing Mayuzumi to frown and Akashi to shake his head fondly.

"A temple of knowledge is not built overnight. It is built over time. Stone by stone."

"And caffine." [Y/N] interjected on Akashi's nice speech as they stood and grabbed their bag. "I'm gonna get a coffee from the vending machine. I'll be back in a bit. Feel free to learn without me!" Then they were bouncing off, suddenly with more energy, to find a vending machine.

Alone, and finally quiet, Mayuzumi sighed heavily. "I can't believe you're dating them." He muttered.

The forward returned to his paper, then moments later felt compelled to look back up. If his hair wasn't already white it would have turned so in that moment with the look Akashi was giving him. The sheer cold heat in his gaze. Consuming him so it made him feel like he was 2 feet tall. Like a mouse caught in the gaze of a lion ready to strike. "Do you want to say that again?"

"N-No...." Mayuzumi stammered. Not comforted at all by the red head's cool smile in return.

"Good."

Akashi turned his gaze away from the other man towards [Y/N]. Softening as they bounded back up to them with drinks for all 3 of them. "Here Mayuzumi-san. I got you a milk tea since I know you like them."

"T-Thank you." He replied and took the drink, but dare not drink it.

He wasn't sure how Akashi could have posioned it in a vending machine for the slight, but he wasn't certain that he couldn't. Better to play it safe than sorry.

Kasamatsu

Kasamatsu grit his teeth. Stupid Kise and his stupid good looks, and stupid athetic ability, and stupid easy way he could just talk to girls. It wasn't fair!

It had taken all his courage, and a fair amount of practicing, to get up the nerve to ask [Y/N] to go out with him for the weekend. His weakness for talking to girls was well known. So it was a huge accomplishment for him to even get most of the way through what he was trying to say.

Then Kise (stupid Kise) overheard what he was trying to say and invited himself along on this now group date.

Now the two of them were chatting it up and laughing like crazy, while Kasamatsu was left out in the cold.

"Oh! Look at that top! It's so pretty!"

"You should try it on [Y/N]-cchi! I'm sure it would look super cute on you!" Kasamatsu grit his teeth again. He wanted to say that, but was too tongue tied to get the words out.

[Y/N] told them that they'd just be a second, and left their bags with the boys before heading in. Blowing both of them a kiss.

Kise pretended to catch it and blew one back, to which Kasamatsu grumbled loudly this time. "I hate it when you do that."

"Hn? Do what?" Kise asked. Seeming genuinely confused.

"That! Acting all kiddy and stuff like that. It's ridiculous. You're in highschool. Have some pride."

"Waaaa??" Kise sounded in alarm. "How come they get away with it and I don't??"

Kasamatsu crumpled his mouth at the blonde, then turned away in what he thought was a dignified huff; but it was really a pout. "It's cute when they do it...."

Kise's eyes widened a little, before they returned to normal and he smiled knowingly at his teammate. "Bull," he said calmly, "I'm hella cute."

Kise doesn't say more on the topic, or give Kasamatsu any more greif about it. Which, surprised him. The three of them spent the rest of the afternoon in the shopping district. Kise being there actually helped because it gave Kasamatsu something to focus on instead of his nerves.

He would never be as stupidly handsome or social as Kise, but it was good to know he wasn't totally hopeless.

#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers)#seijuro akashi #akashi seijuurou x reader #knb akashi #kasamatsu yukio #knb kasamatsu #kasamatsu x reader #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basket scenarios #kuroko no basket imagines #knb kise #kise ryouta #knb scenarios #knb imagines #[never wrote for kasamatsu before]#[be gentle]#female reader

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ourneverendingpossibilities · 3 years ago

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When you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while

Anime: Knb Pairing: Kasamatsu Yukio x reader Rating: K+ A/N: Can also be found on my AO3. The long awaited chapter!! Where you meet the rest of Kaijou as not only Kise's sister, but Kasamatsu's girlfriend.. But you're caught off guard with how beautiful Kasamatsu's smile is.. As he is with yours. (Title is based off Bruno Mars', Just the Way you Are.)

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Kasamatsu has a beautiful smile.

You remember pointing it out to him one time, during a practice game the two of you shared.. You remember how his face went from that stunning grin, to shocked, caught like a deer in headlights, to deep red in a matter of seconds.. Until his handsome scowl made its appearance, as he ran after you. You couldn't escape him, laughing with a squeal when he picks you up, and you hold on tightly, burying your face in his neck as he tickled your sides into submission.

Your heart went 'thud thud' just thinking about it.

Which leads you back to this situation, where you're watching Kaijou's practice for the first time. Kise has been hounding you to come, to the point you expressed your annoyance to your boyfriend.

xxxxxx

"W..Well... If you want to attend a practice... I... I won't say no..." he mumbles, trying not to stare at you for too long. A soft hitch leaves your lips, before you grin brightly, resting a hand on his.

"Y...You're okay with introducing me as your girlfriend?"

His cheeks burn brighter, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"W....Well... Would you r..rather be introduced as... K..Kise's sister? O...Or my g...girlfriend?"

The word has a nice ring to it, and your smile grows, before a soft laugh leaves your lips...

"Hate to say it, Yukio-senpai... But I feel Ryouta will introduce me as his sister anyway... Or throw a fit until I do..."

He grunts, before tugging you into his chest, resting his face in your neck... You try not to stutter, not used to his display of affection. But it makes you feel warm, and hot... Everything about Kasamatsu Yukio sets you on fire...

"I...I get to introduce you first..." he mumbles, though it comes out as a half growl. You giggle in his ear, running a hand through his hair as you hum softly, golden hues softening.

"Anything for you, Yu-ki-o."

xxxxxx

You're brought out of your thoughts when the whistle blows, and you watch from the door as Kasamatsu gathers his team. His voice is stern, but you can see the smile twinkling in his beautiful blue hues... And then that grin appears, and you find your cheeks burning up, not realizing someone took notice of your presence..

"Come to watch Kise? He always gets the beautiful girls' attention!"

Your eyes widen, turning your head to look at the taller male, almost stumbling backwards.. His grey hues stare at you with a twinkle, as if he's making a secret joke.

"Or perhaps... Someone else has caught your attention?? There's a lot of handsome men on this team after all."

From Ryouta's words, you can only assume this is Moriyama-senpai.. But you can't find the words to reply back. Before you can say anything, or even find a rebuttal to his words, you're off the ground, staring down at the boy who acts like an over-active golden retriever.

"_______-cccchhhiii!!~ You made it!!"

The commotion draws the rest of the teams attention, and the hood you wore to cover your golden locks, falls down and exposes you. Never have you felt so naked when the other three males stare at you in shock, and you can see Kasamatsu trying to find the words.. He's not just stunned, but angry at how reckless Ryouta is handling you, and it's with that one glance, you finally snap out of your daze. The shock wears off and turns into embarrassment and anger, grabbing hold of your bag and slamming it down on his head, causing the blond to not only drop you, but yelp in pain.

"W...What did I say about grabbing me Ryouta??? You idiot!"

His lips turn into a pout, and he's immediately wrapping around your legs, burying his face in your legs.

"______-ccchi!!! I thought you came to see me play!! Why are you so mean??"

"I didn't come for you! I came for Kasamatsu-senpai!"

There was a brief silence, before Moriyama's voice cuts through..

"Y...You're here for Kasamatsu?"

You look up from your brother, noticing two other players in the circle, along with your boyfriend. He's trying not to shift uncomfortably at the question, or the teasing from the taller male. But you huff, ignoring the whining blonde beneath you.

"Why wouldn't I come see my boyfriend play?"

If Kasamatsu was going to faint, it would've been in that moment, when you said that word to his team. His heart wouldn't stop drumming in his chest, trying to find his voice.. But his throat was dry, and he watched the whole interaction between you and his team with a stunned but mesmerizing stare. He could feel his hands begin to sweat, and the way you smiled at them, before yelling at your brother for being clingy, sent him into cardiac arrest... It should be illegal for you to smile so brightly, as stunning and gorgeous as it was.. He preferred to see that stare in private, directed at him..

It wasn't until Kobori placed a hand to his forehead, did he realize he was completely out of it.

"You okay, Kasamatsu? We all know how you are around women... But to think you and ____ are dating..."

He coughs into his hand, ignoring the blush on his cheeks as he swats Kobori's hand away..

"I... I'm fine..." he grunts, walking up and wrapping his hand around yours, ignoring the gasps and whispers from the others.

"Yes... _____-chan is my girlfriend. Got a problem with that?"

You feel your cheeks burn at his assertive voice, but it also calms you in ways you can't explain... Instead, you rest your head on his arm, squeezing his hand in comfort, before you nod at the blonde.

"R..Ryouta is also my twin brother... I... I'm Kise ____... But PLEASE just call me ____ . I don't want the unwanted attention that comes with being associated with him."

You ignore Ryouta's whine, though it's immediately silenced by Kasamatsu's other hand before he barks orders at him. The other three just stare at you, before nodding.

"Oh don't worry.. Your secret is safe with us. But if it ever comes out, we'll protect you from his fangirls... They can be crazy sometimes."

You roll your eyes, "You don't have to tell me twice.. Why do you think I don't wanna be associated with him?"

"_____-cchi!!! So harsh!!"

"Since you're here, ____." Kobori starts, sending Kasamatsu a quick glance, "Why don't you sit down and watch from the bench? I'm sure Kasamatsu would love having his own personal cheerleader."

"K..Kobori!!"

"I'd love to!"

You watch your boyfriend look down at you, cheeks red and burning from embarrassment. You give him that bright smile, only reserved for him, before he makes a noise, pulling you to the bench. He carefully drops you there, a hand holding his nose, before he turns away.

"Y..You sit... I... I'll be right back..."

You tilt your head, eyebrow raised as his words before Moriyama gently nudges your side.

"Your beauty caused his nose to bleed... He'll be okay, but he's embarrassed.. Just cheer for him!"

You find your own cheeks burning at his words, feeling Ryouta ruffle your hair playfully, as he walks towards practice.

"We'll play for you ____-cchi!! So just sit there and watch how we practice! We'll beat you next time!"

As Kasamatsu comes back in, he sees the challenging grin on your face as your eyes twinkle,

"I'd love to see you try Ryouta! Seirin will kick your ass!"

It's then he finds himself back in his previous state, shaking his head at their brother/sister dynamic.. Anyone could tell at this point...'

"Alright! Back to practice!!"

#knb imagines #knb scearios #kasamatsu yukio #fem reader #kaijou #kise ryouta #kasamatsu x reader #fluff #took me FOREVER to write this #but this just seemed to flow!

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