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animebixches · 3 years ago

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How the GOM w/ Kagami would react to drunk Y/N’s confession

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Akashi

He would definitely be slightly humored

“Y/N…are you okay?”

“Shhh…just kiss me.”

He would be surprised by your sudden confession.

Definitely wouldn’t kiss you though, not because he didn’t feel the same, but mans is a gentleman

He’s all about consent

Would chuckle at your adorable pout

Watches you with curious interest as he’d watch you dance around the club

Would try and hide the fact that he really fucking wished he’d kissed you

Force you out of the club and take you home

Would hesitate when you’d invite him in but eventually agree

Smiles while you drown on about how much you love him

Would eventually cuddle you until you fell asleep, softly rubbing your hair while humming

As soon as you’re sober though, he’d start flirting a lot more and eventually ask you to kiss him

A start of a beautiful relationship

Aomine

Would absolutely laugh his ass off trying to watch you dance around

“You look stupid as hell Y/N.”

What a gentleman 🙄

Would roll his eyes whenever you confessed, blaming it on the alcohol

He’s definitely the type to get jealous at the other guys starting at you in your tight dress

Would threaten anyone if they came up to you

“Leave her alone. She’s mine.”

He would then come up next to you and grab your ass, almost like he was marking his territory

Expect drunk sex 100%, he’ll halfway try to fuck you in the club with his impatient ass

“Fuck…you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to have you Y/N.”

This man is the epitome of rough sex

He’ll have you against the wall, on the countertop, on the couch, basically…everywhere.

Loves the face fuck, thinks you look so pathetic and cute trying to fit all of him on your mouth

When you finally fell asleep on top of his chest, he’d smile

“I love you too dumbass.”

Midorima

Uhhh…he’s not the type to explain how he’s feeling when he’s sober

“Y/N you look like a fool dancing around like that, stop it.”

“But Midorimaaaa…I love youuuu…”

He would taken by surprised

“What?“

But mans would still be too caught up in himself to actually have any fun

BUT BOY ONCE HE GETS DRUNK TOO

different story

It took a lot of convincing on your part, but once Midorima felt his blood rush due to the alcohol (and your tight shirt) it was over

He would be super touchy and clingy

“Y/Nnnnn, please don’t go out there, people are staring at you and I want to be the only one you stare at. Besides it’s supposed to be MY lucky day.”

You’d have to sober up quickly so you could try and take care of him

Who knew he’d be such a baby?

When you walked him home, he grabbed your arm before you left

“Wait…Y/N…”

He was flushed and kept pushing his glasses up

Before you could say anything, Midorima quickly gave you a peck on your cheek before running inside

Kise

He would 100% get drunk with you

This man is the epitome of dating your best friend

You guys would spill all of your secrets too each other before you blurted out

“Kise…I love you.”

He was quiet at first, and you refused to make eye contact

“Y/N-chin…”

He’d grab your chin, forcing you to look at him, before he’d give you a soft kiss

However…this quickly led into a deeper, sloppy kiss

He would drag you into the bathroom before sitting you on top of the sink

It’s in front of a mirror, are you really surprised?

He would fuck you gently at first, until you made the mistake of calling him daddy

Would get interrupted by Kuroko with his luck

“Excuse me guys but I didn’t know you were in here and I really need to pee.”

“Kuro-chin!”

Kuroko

I’m literally so bad at writing about Kuroko because I can see mans just like 🧍🏻‍♂️

Also, Kuroko belongs to Momoi

But! The show must go on!

He’s a sub, 100%, it’s canon idc

“Y/N, please get off the table before you hurt yourself.”

“Awww, you’re no fun Kuroko!”

You’d listen though, quickly getting down

You would probably just kiss him instead of taking the time to confess

He would literally be so surprised

“Y/N, why would you do that?”

Embarrassed, you tried walking away but he grabbed you and pulled you towards him before he kissed you again

Nothing sexual would probably happen, he’d just walk you home silently, holding your hand

When you’d get to your door, he’d kiss your forehead before walking away

What a sweetheart

Kagami

He’s so awkward when it comes to girls, it’s so cute 😭

He’s liked you for a while, probably ever since he’s moved back and you guys became friends

So watching you dance and shake your ass on anyone that wasn’t him…

Pissed him the hell off

He’d have to take a couple of shots though so he’d have some confidence

But as soon as he did, he would drag out of the club

“What the hell do you think you’re doing Y/N?”

Annoyed, you tried walking back in but he quickly pulled you back in front of him

He’d kiss you forcefully but you instantly melted into it

You liked him too and have waiting for this moment

He would 100% take you back to his house

He would beg you to sit on his face, licking and sucking you like it was his last meal

Did I mention he loves doggy?

“Fuck Y/N, you fuck this dick so well. You’re gonna make me fuckin’ cum.”

He would be blunt while you were laying on his chest afterwards

“You’re my girlfriend now.”

Murasakibara

MY MANS…he’s so underrated 😩

“Y/N-chin…why are we here? I want to go home. There’s no snacks here.”

He would be bored out of his mind

At the same time, all of his attention would be on you

He’s like your own personal bodyguard

Literally. No one would approach you

“Mukkun…why don’t you drink? You’re no funnn.”

“Because this is a pain in the ass.”

“But you’re so cute and funny and I really really like you…”

Essentially, you’d just end up rambling

Hearing this, he would just blankly stare at you before throwing you up over his shoulders and taking you to his house

“Mukkun, I can walk.”

But despite your pleas, he’d still carry you

When you guys get to his house, he’d throw you on to his bed before giving you sloppy kisses on your neck

he would give you a SHIT ton of hickeys

This mans loves to eat…in saying this, at least four of your orgasms would be from him eating you out

“Mukkun…please…just fuck me already.”

He would be pussy drunk but hearing you beg and whimper like that…fuck

Did I mention he has a size kink?

He would lay down as you struggled to ride him, watching with humored eyes

“Come on Y/N-chin…can’t even take all of me?“

Before forcing you done, 100% bruisng your cervix

He’s in love with the idea of watching how tiny you are compared to him

That in itself makes him close to cumming

When you’re finally done, he’d cuddle you while eating the rest of the pocky on his nightstand

“Y/N-chin is mine.”

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shoichee · 4 years ago

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Strawberry Jam

Part 2 of the Pun Fest collection!

Murasakibara x f!Reader

Word count: 3992

Synopsis: The Yōsen’s basketball team is trying to help out a poor manager’s love life.

Note: I went a little too crazy with this;; it is definitely longer than Kise’s prompt (i’m so sorry my bb)

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Everything about Yōsen was grand and lofty, from their buildings, their interiors, their tuition, and even their students… quite literally.

A huge downside of attending there, though, was the location of the campus itself: Akita. The biting winds were extremely harsh and unforgiving, particularly when temperatures dropped below negative numbers as snow continued to pile up even more imposing walls than the famed “Shield of Aegis.” Luckily, as the new manager of Yōsen High’s basketball team, you often got to accompany five towering starter players, where you gladly took advantage of their heights to protect yourself from the harsh weather.

Still, if you had the choice to either confess to Murasakibara or to stand outside in an Akita blizzard for a few hours, you’d dash to the latter option with no hesitation.

You don’t even know why you fell for the purple-haired giant of all people.

Was it because his intimidating stature contradicted his laid back personality?

Was it because your heart panged for him when you witnessed, from your seat, him giving his all against his match with Seirin, only for him to leak tears of frustration at losing?

Was it because shortly after, when you joined as a manager to get a head start training for next season (as per Coach Araki’s request), Murasakibara gently ruffled your hair before he went to get his umaibo sticks?

You wanted to deny those pervasive thoughts that were taunting you recently for falling in love so easily, but you shook your head before you patted your cheeks to figuratively slap those inner gremlins away.

“Chibi-chin?” Murasakibara lazily turned his body at an angle towards your direction. “Did the snow fall on you too?”

You could feel your cheeks flush even through under your mittened palms. Himuro flashed you a concerned gaze of his own. “I-I-I… sorry! I was just trying to warm my head?... up? uh—” You paused for a bit, trying to salvage your excuse. “T-there’s always so much a beanie and an earmuff could do to keep… warm?”

“Hnn, I guess so,” he said, giving a quick once over to your figure. “You’re so red, chibi-chin. You look like strawberry jam from this yummy bun I ate just now.”

“Atsushi,” Himuro turned to him exasperatedly. “You don’t compare people to food you just ate. It’s not polite.”

“Oh well, Muro-chin.” He walked on further out of the school gates. “See you too, Chibi-chin.”

“Mura-kun, you always call me that,” you pouted. “If you call me that just because I’m shorter than you, then you might as well start calling that to everybody.”

“But you’re Chibi-chin,” he insisted. “Muro-chin is Muro-chin… Kuro-chin is Kuro-chin… Sa-chin is Sa-chin…” he continued to go off on a mumbling tangent as he chewed on his next pack of biscuit sticks, walking away to finally head for home. You and Himuro were left alone together.

“So, about Atsushi-kun… pardon for me asking but… do you—”

“H-H-Himu-kun, have the other members left home already?” you turned to him, having a premonition of where the conversation was heading to.

He blinked owlishly for a moment before he nodded. “Yeah… Coach didn’t want to risk everyone getting sick and missing out on drill days later.”

“Ah, I’m glad. Although… it’s a bit sad that our 3rd years are leaving so soon—”

“What’s this about 3rd years?” You whipped your head around to see Fukui and Okamura trekking through the soft snow in your direction.

“Fukui-san? Okamura-san? What are you two doing here?”

“Argh, studying in the library stinks,” Fukui groaned, cracking his neck. “Especially when the library’s heater broke earlier. We were all told to just go home.”

“Well, now that you two are here after you interrupted our conversation, let me ask our manager-san again,” Himuro turned to you with a genial smile, but you knew that face hid something truly unpleasant.

“Oh, manager-san,” he slowly started. The 3rd years were silently looking at each other in confusion. “Could it be that you fancy someone romantically?”

It took a few seconds for the question’s implications to heavily sink into everyone’s minds like heavy-duty boots on fresh blankets of snow.

“E-e-e-e-ehhhh??” All three of you screeched out in a dissonance of shouts of disbelief.

“W-W-what??”

“Himuro, what the hell?”

“N-N-NO GIRL WILL EVER LIKE ME AFTER ALL!...”

“I just had a feeling is all,” Himuro reassured, but if anything, it panicked you even more. “If you didn’t like anyone, then maybe it was just my imagination.”

This was it. You could easily deny everything with a “that’s ridiculous!” or “I would never!” or something of the sorts, but when you were about to rebuke Himuro for being so preposterous out of nowhere, all those words dissipated at the tip of your tongue.

“I… you…” you started, mouth leaden with meekness as 3 pairs of eyes, all shining with anticipation, were on you. “Himuro… you, uh—ugh! You’re right… I guess I do… like someone…”

“HEEEEEEEEEE…!” Okamura bursted into tears again. “Why doesn’t anyone like me?”

“Oi, captain! Just get rid of your chin!” Fukui apathetically glanced at him before patting his back with mocking consolation, and Okamura only sobbed harder in response.

“So who do you like, if you don’t mind me asking?” Himuro gently interrogated further, leaning closer to your face to gauge your expressions. You knew that sly smirk meant that you weren’t going to be able to worm yourself out of this.

Damn it, why is he being so insistent about this?

You sighed. There was no turning back now…

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“MURASAKIBARA???” everyone clamored around you. Chaos ensued once again when you timidly confessed your deepest secret, and as they all processed the new information in their own ways, you stared at your furred boots, praying for the snow to swallow you up whole and cleanly wipe away all traces of crimson hues from your face.

Okamura really lost it now, going into incoherent despair of never-ending questions of what Murasakibara had that he himself didn’t, while Fukui, for once, was not bullying the poor Yōsen captain but instead standing wide-eyed in shock at you. Himuro had been tilting his head with a finger to his temple, pondering about something that you knew, once again, was not going to turn out to be good news for you.

“Why don’t you confess to hi—”

“A-absolutely not!” At your outburst, Himuro furrowed his brows in utter confusion.

“Why not?”

“Himuro, are you crazy?” Fukui, barely recovering from his stupor, answered for you. “This guy has nothing but food in his brain!”

“Well… Atsushi could be like that most of the time, but—”

“Himu-kun,” you sighed. “Just forget about what I said a-alright?” Hearing them talk about how Murasakibara had nothing in his heart except for his snacks dashed your hopes in your prospective love life. “I’ll see you guys at school tomorrow.”

As you walked away from the boys, head down from either the cold or dejection (or perhaps both), they turned to each other with fierce glints in their eyes, almost reminiscent of the serious aura they gave before their Seirin match.

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“Okamura-san? You’re here alone?” You walked up to him before school after surveying that neither Fukui nor Himuro were in the near vicinity. “Well, I guess it’s still a bit too early for anyone to come.”

“Well, uh—” he stammered. “We all decided to individually help you in getting closer to the brat.”

“H-huh?”

“A-as captain, I must be the first one to offer advice from senior to underclass… man?”

You huffed in apprehension but you appreciated that your teammates cared enough to go out of their ways to help you in your love life. But you were afraid of what was in store for you. Very much afraid.

You really weren’t prepared for this unforeseen development.

“Um…”

“Uh, erm…” he stuttered. “R-right! I-if I had a girl who liked me, I’d hope for her to offer me a bento lunch, or maybe a love letter? Or ch-chocolates and a plushie if it was Valentine’s…”

“That… that’s cute and all Okamura-san, but…” you began, flustered. “But this is Mura-kun we’re talking about. He’d only be interested in the lunch and chocolates, but he wouldn’t think too much of a girl giving him free food.”

He instantly teared up, and from an outside perspective, he looked like he was being personally rejected by you.

“I-is that why I’m single?” he sniffed into his sleeve.

“N-no! That’s not it!” you comforted him. “Without a doubt, someone will come to love you one day! Be patient and keep pushing, Okamura-san!”

As you tried to pat his arms in consoling him, a certain looming purple-haired mop overshadowed you both.

“Chibi-chin? What are you doing?” He was munching on a bag of potato chips. “Oh?... Captain?” Both of you jumped out of your skins before leaping apart to provide distance from each other.

“Chibi-chin, I didn’t know you were close to him.”

“Th-that’s not!—” You stammered, but what were you going to say?

Sorry, the captain and I were just talking about ways to fix my love life?

Don’t worry, we’re just figuring out ways for me to get close to you?

Sorry, but he, of all people, was helping me find out a plan to confess to you?

With every excuse you tried to concoct in your mind, your cheeks burned brighter and brighter.

Murasakibara didn’t miss the way you grew timid in his presence again and how you always seem to be so hesitant whenever you spoke with him. He sighed before shoving an non-frozen ice pop to your lips before walking past you.

“Better hurry up, Chibi-chin,” he drawled. “I’ll go look for Muro-chin.” With that he trudged away.

You held the mango-flavored pop in your hands. Wasn’t this his go-to flavor?

“Sorry I wasn’t able to help much,” he moped. He scratched the back of his head while looking at his feet.

“Okamura-san, I’ll be sure to keep your suggestion in mind!”

The warning bell echoed throughout the hallways. “I guess that’s the bell. Well, see you!” You both waved to each other before you went to your respective classes. You made sure to gulp down the pop before you went to your seat.

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“Himu-kun! Just what are you guys planning?”

“I don’t know what you’re implying, (l/n)-san,” he feigned, glancing at you glowering at your desk next to his.

“Mura-kun totally has the wrong idea! He probably has a horrible image of me now, and I’m never gonna make eye contact with him again—”

“Just because he saw you and Okamura together? Atsushi isn’t that dumb.”

“But we never talked alone together until this morning!”

You groaned as you opted to faceplant your desk and hoped for a catastrophe to hit Akita and take you out of your misery. At the very least, you hoped that the deities would spare you and fastforward time to the end of the school day, so you can scurry home with no further incident. With your chin still on the desk, you stared at the wall clock; it was still only morning break.

“If you can’t confess to him directly,” Himuro hummed. “Why not use pickup lines? They still get the point across.”

“The only reason why they work for you is because you’re popular yourself. All the girls fawn over you.” You then propped your head against your hand, nodding towards a close group of girls whispering and peeking at your—Himuro’s—desk seatings. “See?”

“They’re always like that, though. That doesn’t mean they’re interested in me like that.” You resisted the urge to groan again.

Himuro turned his attention to the back of the classroom (the action went unnoticed by a brooding you) to see an equally sulking Murasakibara, who had been staring holes at the back of your head ever since the start of class. A silent chuckle escaped his lips and his eyes twinkled with unabashed mischievousness.

“Himu-kun?” you looked out of the corner of your eyes.

“Hmm?” He turned to you before giving a smile that meant he was up to no good. You were about to question his motives before your mind went blank after he gently tousled your hair. “Don’t sweat about this so much, (l/n)-san.”

“Ah…” That was rather out of nowhere, but you figured he was trying to cheer you up. “T-thanks.”

At that, you gave Himuro a tiny, genuine smile.

Himuro swore he sensed a drastic spike in hostility directed towards the back of his head.

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The gods must have really hated you, because today just felt like it was crawling by even slower than usual.

It was barely lunchtime.

There was still a shower of drifting snowflakes outside, so everyone was still cramped up indoors filled with stuffy air of artificial heat.

You didn’t mind it that much; you were going to use the time to head over to the library to check out some books for your literature class.

“Himu-kun, take care of my stuff until I get back, okay?”

“Hm? Yeah, sure.”

As soon as you stood up from your desk to leave, you noticed Murasakibara getting up from his own seat to head over towards you guys. In a panic, you made a bolt towards the door and slid it closed.

Phew. You laid back against the door for a second to regain your composure before you strolled to your destination.

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“Atsushi,” Himuro greeted him.

“Hnnn.” He plopped onto the empty seat directly behind Himuro.

“You’re making quite a harsh frown.”

“Che, I’m gonna crush you, Muro-chin,” he grumbled, furrowing his brows. Himuro lets out a soft chortle before reaching into his bag.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about, Atsushi,” he replied. “But would you want some snacks? I brought extra.” His hand pulled out a pack of wafer cookies. Murasakibara immediately perked up.

“I’m gonna eat lots and lots~” he drawled, before taking a handful of cookies and throwing them haphazardly into his mouth.

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“(l/n)-san, I hast found thou.”

“Liu-san?” You turned your attention from the book to said person behind you. You were still idly thumbing the pages.

“I hast something to talk thee about.”

When you found out a couple of weeks ago about why and how Liu started speaking like that, you honestly didn’t know whether to punch Fukui for pranking the poor 2nd year to speak old-fashioned Japanese or shake hands with said-prankster because that was a golden scheme.

“What is it?”

“Is it true that thou fancy Murasakibara?”

Okay, you’re definitely going to punch Fukui the next time you see him. No one else could’ve told Liu except him.

“H-h-huh? Not you too!” Your fingers halted on the held book.

“If thou like him, why don’t thou grant him dinner?” he inquired, tilting his head slightly.

Well, that’s not a terrible idea but…

“I would, Liu-san, but I don’t think he’ll see that as a romantic action. Food is food to him.”

“That’s a shame,” he bowed his head. “Sorry that I canst not grant thou much help. I wish thou good luck on thy endeavors.”

“Thank you, Liu-san,” you gave him a smile and a returned bow. “I’ll keep your words in mind.”

He gave a chagrined smile of his own before he left you to your own devices.

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Finally, the dismissal bell echoed throughout campus. You were flouncing around with newfound determination to catch a certain snitch in one of the class-3 rooms. Sure enough, an ash-blonde haired student casually strolled out of his classroom before he bumped into a bloodthirsty you.

“Gah! You?—”

“Yeah, me,” you narrowed your eyes at him. You lowered your voice into a harsh whisper. “You told Liu about this ordeal? Who else did you gossip this to?”

“Ack—no one! I swear! I just told Liu because I figured he had some solid advice! He hasn’t told anyone, I made him swear to keep quiet!” He immediately begged for forgiveness, putting his hands up together in a plea with his head bowed. You sighed.

“I guess it can’t be helped,” you muttered. “He said to take Mura-kun to dinner, but that just falls into the category of ‘food.’”

“But isn’t there a saying of ‘getting to the stomach to get to their heart?’ It definitely applies to him without a doubt.”

“So what’s your idea, Fukui-kun?” You huffed, crossing your arms. “Let’s get it over with. Everyone has been trying to give me some type of suggestion today and I figured that was your ‘plan’ from the get-go.”

“Alright, let’s walk out of the building to the gate while we talk and while the weather is still manageable.”

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“I’m sorry, say that again?”

“Why don’t you say some jokes or puns to get a laugh out of him?”

“I know you’re a pranking type of guy, but you can’t be serious right now.”

“What? You wanted to get close to him, right? Friends get each other to crack up.”

“Ugh.” You slapped your mittened hands against your face and leaned your head back to stare at the dreary sky, a perfect portrayal of the inevitable doom you’re going to have to face.

Gods, please don’t torture me any further like this.

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“Muro-chin? Is that Chibi-chin and Fuki-chin?” Murasakibara stops to stare at the pair.

“Huh, I didn’t know they were still here,” Himuro said, trailing closely behind the titan.

“He’s bothering Chibi-chin, Muro-chin,” he scowled. “I’m gonna crush him.”

“Atsushi,” Himuro hurriedly interrupted. “We’re already taking a detour to the convenience store to get your umaibo sticks… If we stay here any longer, then we’ll be forced to walk straight home instead because of the weather.”

“Hmph.” Murasakibara reluctantly turned away from you two in favor of a prospect of having boxes of snacks in his arms.

Himuro gazed at the pair before he caught up with Murasakibara.

He’ll be damned if he can’t get you and Mura to at least see heart to heart with each other.

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“Thanks Fukui-kun, but your suggestion sounds flimsy at best,” you sweatdropped.

“There’s also the saying of ‘don’t knock it until you try it,’ (l/n)-san,” Fukui retorted. He had a sullen look from having his idea immediately shot down. The two of you continued to walk out of the school gates in awkward silence before you gave in.

“Fine, fine, sheesh,” you sighed. “I’ll… think about it… Happy?”

“Yes!” He whooped and pumped a fist to the air.

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Even though the snow let up today, there was still a frigid chill in the air, especially since it was still the morning, but you willed yourself to wake up earlier to prepare to finally confess and just get it over with before Murasakibara figured something was up. You could tell that he had already been suspicious of your behavior, after all.

Your school bag was beyond bulky to carry, drawing attention from other curious onlookers as you trudged yourself (and your cumbersome bag) to Yōsen.

7 a.m. should be early enough right?

All you have to do is wait until Murasakibara shows up, do your confession, and then book it.

Easy. Very easy. So easy that even Fukui could do it. Very easy, quick, easy… easy… NOT easy, NOT EASY—

You took an exaggerated inhale to gulp in as much cold air as possible. You couldn’t back out now. Otherwise you’d look like a fool carrying around a big bundle for no reason.

You glanced at the time. 7:39? Had time passed by so quickly? Why couldn’t the deities do this yesterday?

Before you drown yourself in your pitying thoughts and what-ifs, you noticed your grapehead crush waddling near you, lazily blinking away the last remnants of sleep.

“M-Mura-kun!”

“Ohh? Chibi-chin…” He turned towards you as you rushed to him, eyeing the huge bag on your shoulder.

“I have something important to tell you!” Okay, here goes…

He continued to stare down at you, curious to see you fumbling through your bag and muttering “you got this” and “it’s okay” to yourself. He tousled your hair, causing you to still your hand and short-circuit whatever cohesive plans you had in your head for this moment.

“I-i-i-i—what are you doing?”

“Yesterday you said that your head gets cold a lot, Chibi-chin.” Well, that, but he was trying to elicit the same smile you gave to Himuro after he comforted you the same way.

“A-ah, well, it’s not as cold today!... so…”

Ah, he only made you furrow your brows more. Did he make you even more upset?

His hand was still on your head before you gently pried it off. He frowned.

You took a huge breath and exhaled, leaving a warm, puffy trail of translucent mist behind.

And he thought you looked prettier than usual like that, your hair slightly disheveled from his touch… and your scarf, earmuffs, and hat making you look fuzzy… with a veiled mist framing you like a picture…

“Mura-kun,” you breathed out, once again letting a hazy cloud escape from your lips. You approached closer, tugging on his sleeve to get his attention.

“Hnn?” He really should be paying attention, considering the fact that this was the first time in a while that he got to speak alone with you.

“H-h-here!” you took his sleeve and shoved something soft (and fuzzy too, coincidentally?) into his arms and he gazed down to see a… large, fluffy plushie? He examined the bear with a childish wonder before he noticed a small card attached to it.

His heart beating uncharacteristically fast, he gingerly opened the card:

Are you a doughnut, because I find you a-dough-able. ♡︎

A boyish smile creeped its way onto his face.

“W-w-wait, and…” you stuttered, already losing confidence. “While I think that you’re already a Mura-snacki-bara… I would still, um, take? you and me? out to eat… together?” At “you and me,” you lamely pointed at Murasakibara and yourself to make it really obvious. You’re cringing at your own ineptitude to be smooth about this.

You then embarrassingly took out a handful of coupons for different stores and fast food restaurants and waved it to his face frantically before you shoved them in his hands.

“And… and… u-u-um—I like you—I like you very much!”

Murasakibara now has the biggest shit-eating grin plastered across his face, his eyes shining with utter joy.

“Chibi-chin… you really feel that way about me?”

At his question, you hid your face behind your hands, bracing yourself for rejection.

“Oiiiiii, Chibi-chin,” he whined, bending down to gently pry your hands off your face. He stared intently at your face even as you averted your eyes.

“You’re as red as strawberry jam.”

“H-h-hey!—”

And he kissed you.

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“Told you that Atsushi likes her back.”

“Move, gorilla! Your butt chin is in the way!”

“Thou should'st get rid of thy sideburns too.”

“HEEEEE…! Why is everyone so mean? How are the 1st years getting more attention and popularity than me?...”

“Shut up.”

“Keep silent.”

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“I thought you liked Okamura, Chibi-chin.”

“Eh?”

You were walking hand in hand with Murasakibara to the nearest convenience store for his daily supplement of umaibo sticks.

“You were huddling up to him and being red the other day.” He turned away, pouting.

Oh. Ohhhhhh.

“Atsu-kun, you dummy,” you giggled. “The team found out I liked you, so they were trying to help me.”

“Ehhhh?”

“Actually, I—uh, used a combination of all their ideas when confessing to… you.” It was your turn to turn away, your index finger scratching your cheek shyly.

“Hmph, Chibi-chin~” He tugged on your arm, his voice clearly filled with relief. “I’m hungry.”

“Yes, yes, Atsu-kun.”

Maybe having nosy Yōsen team starters wasn’t so bad.

Maybe having the deities being so fickle with your days wasn’t so bad either.

And maybe the weather in Akita wasn’t so bad if you could always cuddle up to Murasakibara’s side from now on.

#murasakibara x reader #murasakibara atsushi #murasakibara atsushi x reader #knb x reader #kuroko no basket #himuro tatsuya #okamura kenichi #wei liu #fukui kensuke #yosen #knb #fluff #knb scenarios #punfest series

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szivtalan · 4 years ago

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Hey hey hey!!! What about Kuroko? I feel like we don't talk about the actual protag of knb alot lol, aaaaaaaaannnddd let's get some girl love, Momoi!

Hii buddy!! I actually did Momoi already here, but I’ll gladly do Kuroko for u 👀 (if you want to send me a replacement character, maybe another amazing girl, go for it!!)

Why I like Kuroko: god he’s such a funny dude. I feel like he’s one of those people with a very vague sense of humor and poker-faced deliveries but when his jokes land, oh my god. He’s also really really sweet and he takes it up on himself to make sure everyone is ok and having fun, he’s really caring and nurturing (I’m not half mad about his choice of job tbh); and he’s also intelligent and a nerd and probably into liberal arts, and he’s also Gorgeous like what’s not to love? He’s passionate and amazing And unrelated but have u seen those guns? We gotta talk more about Kuroko’s Arms

Why I don’t: huuh. Maybe his inability to stand up against Akashi for the sakes of Aomine and the rest of the GoM? That’s the only thing I can come up with... otherwise he’s my angel

Favorite episode (scene if movie): god he’s iconic a Lot of times... going up to Kagami fully expecting to be beaten in both basketball and just so, shrugging off Kise a lot, everything that involves him and Aomine, asking Hanamiya if he’s really Just Like That or if he has trauma, going up against the Street Thugs without even expecting Kagami and Kise to help him (I swear this dude just wants to get into fistfights), asking Aomine to teach him to shoot, also thinking that Kagami’s doing the same brooding asshole thing Aomine used to pull on him in Teiko and freaking out but then realizing that he just wanted to grow separately i’m soft

Favorite season/movie: I have a soft spot for s3 Kuroko I think? He’s doing his best there

Favorite line: “If you haven’t changed it means you haven’t improved.” and “It’s incredibly painful to hate something you used to love” because HE UNDERSTOOD AOMINE THE BEST FUK

Favorite outfit: I think the Teiko jersey suited him the best? It’s about the colors matching with his hair asdgh I wonder if it still fits him I wonder if his boyfriends ask him to wear it from time to time

OTP / Brotp: joining these because... any and all variations of AoKagaKuro.

Head Canon: he cusses. A Lot. Probably most out of all the GoM, but it’s always under his breath and since most people don’t pay attention to him they kind of miss it or assume it was someone else. Kagami and Aomine always hear and lose their respective shits. They make him set up a swear jar at home, and you’d be surprised how much of that money is Kuroko’s.

Unpopular opinion: again it’s something I didn’t think would be unpopular but??? he’s a manly man?? Being nurturing and sensitive doesn’t make him less masculine oh my god stop overly feminizing Kuroko Please also he tops

A wish: I wish he understood that he doesn’t have to be “just” a supporting actor, but I guess this kind of happens by the end of the series? He’s an amazing basketball player on his own and doesn’t need to live in the shadows.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: I feel like the worst thing you could do to Kuroko is to do the worst thing to his friends. Just... don’t hurt anyone who’s close to him it would break him.

5 words to best describe them: Sunshine Boy with Self Esteem Issues

My nickname for them: Kuro sometimes, but Nothing will Ever be better than Tetsu. There’s so much affection in that name im 🥺🥺

#ask and i shall answer #kuroko tetsuya #knb headcanons #hey thanks rachel i love you!!#i love talking about kuroko he's amazing #geometricalien #sorry it took me so long and that i had to skip momoi

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kiseki-no-scenarios · 5 years ago

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Oh anon, of course I will write something for you!! Chronic pain is a difficult issue for anyone to suffer from, and I hope that you have many more good days than bad!

A close friend of mine suffers from severe scoliosis and had to miss a lot of days of school due to the pain on some days so I have a bit of experience seeing someone dealing with spinal issues. I hope this cheers you up!!

Boyfriend!GOM and Reader with spinal injuries

Akashi Seijuro

Akashi never missed a single thing. With just a single glance, he could immediately tell if what kind of day you were having, and you had long given up on trying to hide your bad days from him.

Unfortunately, today was one of those days. The pain medications you had taken earlier in the day seemed to be wearing off faster than usual, and you sucked in a deep breath trying to not react to the painful tingles that accompanied your every movement.

When the bell rang signaling the start of lunch, you remained seated while the rest of your classmates had all stood up, grabbing their lunchboxes or leaving for the cafeteria.

Biting your lip, you gingerly began reaching for your cane, moving slowly to prevent any additional aggravation to your spine.

“_____.”

“Seijuro?” Turning your head, you see your boyfriend at the door of your classroom, making his way towards you. “Sorry, I know we planned to meet up for lunch…”

“I’ve simply decided to come to you, _____. A short walk around the courtyard may help relieve the stiffness in your back.” Carefully, Akashi hands you your cane, before reaching out for your other arm. “A walk arm in arm sounds good, doesn’t it?”

“It does sound pleasant.” You reply, smiling for the first time that day.

“I will always be here to support you, _____. Whether it be with my arms or with my heart.”

Kise Ryouta

“Sit, sit! Today is pampering _____-cchi day!” Kise guides you to the couch, forcing you to sit down before he returns with an armful of pillows. “I’ll even provide my special pillow-fluffing service~”

“Ryouta, I can barely see over all of these pillows…” One by one, Kise was adding pillows around you, and before long you were surrounded by what seemed like a literal tower of fluff.

“But you’re comfy, right?”

“Very comfy.” You nod, easing your body into the nest of pillows. “I feel like I’m on a cloud!”

“_____-cchi is an angel, and angels sleep on clouds.” Leaning down, Kise kisses your forehead. “I’ll do anything _____-cchi wants me to do today! Do you want something to eat?”

“Anything?”

“Anything!”

“Then…” Reaching up, you tap your pointer finger on Kise’s lips. “Sing for me, Ryouta.”

“Wha-“ Kise blushes as he pouts, and you can only laugh at the look on his face. “I’m not that great at singing…”

“You promised! Anything I wanted, right?” Responding to his pout with one of your own, you poke his lips again. “Sing for me, my little songbird.”

“Heh. You don’t play fair, _____-cchi.”

You close your eyes as Kise begins humming softly, singing what sounds like a lullaby.

And just like that, ensconced in a soft nest, feeling the vibrations of Kise’s voice, you drift off into a pleasant sleep.

Midorima Shintarou

“_____, Midorima-kun is at the door.”

“Huh? What’s he doing here?” Confused, you slowly sit up from your bed.

“You’ll have to ask him yourself, honey.” Your mom replies with a smile, helping you down the stairs.

Midorima is indeed in the middle of your living room, engaged what seems like a staring contest with your little brother.

“You look like a carrot.” Your little brother suddenly says, and you can’t help but laugh at the indignant look on Midorima’s face.

“I am not a carrot, nandayo.”

“You’re my cute carrot, Shin-tan.” You tease, walking forward. “So, what’s with the surprise visit?”

Midorima clears his throat, bowing his head to your mother. “_____-san, please allow me to take _____ out tonight. I will have her back at a reasonable hour.”

“That’s perfectly fine, Midorima-kun!” Smiling, your mother tugs your little brother back so the two of you could leave. “Have fun!”

Still confused, you find yourself staring at the cart parked outside your house. “I’m still confused, what’s this?”

“Takao insisted that I use it for our…date.” Midorima mumbles, turning his face away slightly. “There’s enough room in there for you to lay down, and there is going to be a meteor shower tonight.”

Looking into the cart, you notice that a bed of pillows and blankets were had been arranged inside. “Aww, Shin-tan…”

“I-I just had some free time tonight, that’s all.” Reaching out for you, Midorima gently wraps his arms around your waist, helping you settle into the cart.

“Hehe. This is the best, Shintarou. Thank you.” Planting a kiss on his cheek, you giggle softly at the startled look on Midorima’s face.

As Midorima began to pedal, you noticed that the stars did seem to shine brighter than normal tonight.

Aomine Daiki

“If you drop me, it would be very, very bad.”

“Like I’d do that.” Scoffing, Aomine adjusts your position on his back. “Are you doubting my strength?”

“Not your strength, but you can be an idiot sometimes, Daiki.”

“Oi, is that anyway to talk to your boyfriend??”

“Just stating the truth.” Laughing, you press your cheek against Aomine’s broad back. What had started as a fun day at the court watching Aomine playing basketball with Kuroko and Kagami had ended abruptly when you started hurting.

“…I’m sorry.” You whisper, feeling tears welling up in your eyes. “I’m a mess, I’m just bothering you all, and I bet I’m heavy too…”

“…Babe. _____.” You sniffle as Aomine’s voice drops into a comforting tone. “Why are you apologizing? If you’re hurting, there’s no need to hide it.”

“You were having so much fun, and because of me we have to go home…!”

“I can play basketball with Bakagami and Tetsu anytime, so don’t worry about it. Seriously. Now stop crying, you’re going to make my jersey wet.”

“Jerk. Just for that I’m dropping a popsicle down your back.”

“Jeez, what has Tetsu been teaching you, I swear…”

Hooking your arms around Aomine’s neck, you squeeze tightly. “Thank you…”

“Anytime, babe.”

Of course, in true Aomine fashion, he broke the romantic atmosphere a second later by squeezing your butt.

“DAIKI!”

Murasakibara Atsushi

“Ne, _____-chin. What do you want to eat?”

“Mm not hungry.” You reply, words muffled by the couch you were laying face down on. “Everything hurts.”

You hear Murasakibara shuffling around, opening cupboards here and there. “Muro-chin says that eating something sweet always helps.”

“…I guess I want some cake.”

“Cake…Cake sounds good.”

“It’s fine if you want to go visit that bakery with Himuro-kun, Atsushi.” You felt bad, having originally made plans to try out the newest pastries that were debuting today with Murasakibara, but the pain in your spine was too much to bear.

“It’s fine. Muro-chin can go with Kuro-chin and Kaga-chin.”

“Sorry, lets go next time-“ You gasp suddenly, feeling Murasakibara’s hands press down along your back. “Oof!”

“Hold still, _____-chin.” Murasakibara murmurs, his hands slowly moving up and down your back.

“That feels really good…” Closing your eyes, you focus on the sensation of Murasakibara’s large hands kneading your back. There were some areas that felt more sore than others, but you could feel your muscles loosening as a result.

“Cakes don’t taste as good without _____-chin.”

“Mm…” You could only make a noise of agreement as Murasakibara’s hands continue to press down, soothing the painful spots along your spine.

You were so lost in the cloud of relaxation that you didn’t even notice Murasakibara had pushed up the back of your shirt and was now touching your skin directly.

“_____-chin looks so tasty…”

“Eek, Atsushi…! That tickles!”

Pressing kisses to your skin, Murasakibara only hummed in response. “ _____-chin tastes so sweet~”

#knb scenarios #knb #kuroko no basuke #knb headcanons #knb imagines #akashi seijuro x reader #kise ryouta x reader #aomine daiki x reader #midorima shintarou x reader #murasakibara atsushi x reader

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everyonedeservesamiracle · 4 years ago

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Lay Down Your Shield

a one-shot character study of murasakibara focusing on his relationship with basketball and his friendship with kuroko

AN: thank you to 1Attaetion on Ao3

link to the fic on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30833963

this takes places in the same 'verse as "Exception," but since it takes place before "Exception" and is canon-compliant, you don't have to read that

any constructive criticism or feedback would be lovely!

AN: any dialogue in italics isn't originally mine and is from the crunchyroll subtitles of knb text in italics and bold means a text message

Winter Cup, January, the Generation of Miracle’s First Year of High School

Murasakibara couldn’t help the frown that crawled onto his face when Kiyoshi approached him with his stupid smile on his face. He looked away from him, glaring at the air as Kiyoshi said, “Let’s play again sometime!”

Angered by his words for some reason he could put a finger on, he directed his glare back at Kiyoshi instead. “What? No way,” he growled, undoing his hair from the ponytail he’d tied it in. “I’m quitting basketball.” He turned his glare away from Kiyoshi’s face as it fell, ignoring the pang of guilt in his chest when he thought of leaving Himuro behind. “I played until the end because Muro-chin was so desperate, but it wasn’t fun.” His tongue felt awkward in his mouth for some reason. He could feel Kuroko’s gaze on him from the other end of the court, but he ignored it. “It’s already a boring enough sport. There’s no reason to keep playing after I’ve lost.”

He turned away, heading for his bench, when Kiyoshi spoke up. He paused--not because he wanted to hear what Kiyoshi had to say! Mostly because he was pretty sure that Kiyoshi would follow him around to make him hear it. He was a persistent idiot. “I see. I guess it can’t be helped, then." He paused, but Murasakibara could feel that he wanted to say more. “If that’s how you really feel.” Murasakibara could hear the stupid smile in his voice, so he just walked away from Kiyoshi before Kiyoshi’s awful attitude made him do something stupid.

When he reached the bench, he grabbed his towel, throwing it over his head to hide his face. He could feel his eyes burn slightly, but he wasn’t sure why. Huh. Weird.

Himuro came over to him, still full of determination in that way Murasakibara could never understand. Himuro was never going to be talented like Murasakibara--or even Kagami. Why did he try so hard? “We’ll win next time, Atsushi!” He proclaimed proudly. He was sad, but his voice didn’t have the bitterness that Murasakibara could feel growing in his own chest.

“What?” Murasakibara couldn’t keep the anger out of his voice. “I told you, I’m quitting!”

“You sure?” Himuro asked, and Murasakibara hated him, just a little, for how gentle his voice sounded. “It doesn’t seem that way to me.”

Tears fell on his hand where he was trying to zip up his bag, and he realized, with a start, that he was crying. Huh? When did that--

Oh. The burning in his eyes. He screwed up his face, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to rip their way out of his chest.

Okamura’s hand landed on his head. “You’re just getting started. Keep at it!” he told Murasakibara, and Murasakibara wasn’t sure if that was a threat or a promise. He knocked Okamura’s hand off his head, shoving it away with a waving arm.

“You did well, guys.” He heard Coach Araki say to the team. “Let’s go home.”

“Yes ma’am!” The team replied in unison, Murasakibara excluded. When the team respectfully ignored the tears that continued to fall down his face as they headed for the locker room to get changed and when someone shared some sweet snacks with everyone in the locker room--well, he thought that they might not be such a bad group after all.

Even if they were stingy. One snack wasn’t nearly enough for him!

Kuroko couldn’t help the feeling of ecstasy that rolled through him every time he thought back to the match earlier that day. They’d won! Against Murasakibara! Against Yosen, the Shield of Aegis! They’d made it to the semi-finals! He honestly couldn’t believe it. It felt more like a dream than reality . . .

But as he watched Kaijo play against Fukuda Sougou, it became more and more real to him. Kise was down there, battling against Haizaki for the sake of Kise’s team. For the chance to face Seirin. It was enough to make him want to cry, though he refused to actually do so.

However, the more time that passed, the more he itched with the need to find Murasakibara. He’d never expected that Murasakibara could go into the Zone, and so it had completely blind-sided him when it happened. But it was a shred of proof, finally, that Murasakibara loved basketball!

Kuroko wanted to tell him--

Well, he didn’t know what he wanted to say. But he could figure it out on the way . . . hopefully, it would be some time before the words actually came out of his mouth. It would be quite embarrassing if he tried to speak but no words came out.

Kuroko was apprehensive of the outcome of Shuutoku and Rakuzan’s match. Shuutoku and Seirin had tied in their last official game. The two teams were relatively well-matched and had played many practice matches together over the summer. And to be honest, he knew Shuutoku on a personal level better than he knew almost any other team.

But he had no idea how Shuutoku (and, by extension, Seirin) would match up to Akashi and Rakuzan.

He was as hopeful as he was nervous.

When he started to head down to his seats with the rest of his team, he spotted Murasakibara and Himuro arriving out of the corner of his eye. He frowned, confused, wondering how Himuro could have possibly convinced Murasakibara to willingly come to watch the match, but quickly realized that he’d probably been bribed with junk food.

Kuroko grimaced at the thought of all the junk food Murasakibara constantly ate. Sure, Kuroko liked the occasional (dozen) vanilla shakes, but Murasakibara was just too excessive for him.

Impulsively, he decided to approach them.

When he was finally close enough, he reached up and tapped on Murasakibara’s shoulder, causing the other boy to jolt in shock. He looked around wildly for a moment before looking down and meeting Kuroko’s eyes. Murasakibara’s eyes narrowed. “Kuro-chin,” he said in acknowledgement.

“Hello Murasakibara-kun, Himuro-san.” He gave them both polite nods as Himuro jumped and then blinked at him in surprise.

Himuro smiled at him politely and warmly enough. Though Kuroko could see his slight bitterness (though it was well-hidden, he might add) towards one of the players that had defeated his team yesterday in his eyes. “Ah, hello! Have you come to talk to Atsushi?” When Kuroko nodded, Himuro responded quickly, cutting off the complaint Murasakibara had been about to voice. “The match won’t start for another few minutes. I’m sure you guys will be done by then, yes?” Himuro turned his smile on Murasakibara.

After a few seconds of wavering, Murasakibara crumbled. As he reluctantly followed Kuroko back towards the hallways and away from the overwhelming noise of the crowd around them, Kuroko couldn’t help but feel an amused smile slip over his lips. Himuro was a sneaky one. And probably a good influence on Murasakibara.

When he turned around, Murasakibara was eyeballing him with reluctance (and a bit of thinly-veiled hostility). “Whaddaya want, Kuro-chin?”

As Kuroko stood there, he realized that he didn’t know what he wanted from Murasakibara. And that as much as he disapproved of Muraskaibara’s attitude, he couldn’t help but feel so proud of the fact that he’d gone into the Zone. That he’d found a friend like Himuro.

But he couldn’t say any of that. Murasakibara would just walk away from such “sentimental garbage.” And so when he opened his mouth, he honestly wasn’t sure what would come out. Which was why he was as surprised as Murasakibara when what did come out was: “Himuro-san and Kagami-kun.”

Murasakibara stared at him like he didn’t know why Kuroko was saying something like this before grunting. “What about them?”

“I told Kagami-kun that he and Himuro-san could be rivals and brothers. That he should stop being an idiot.” Kuroko was surprised by the amused snort from Muraskaibara.

“Sounds like you,” he grumbled, and Kuroko decided to take that as a compliment.

“It’s something that I realized when I was playing Midorima-kun in the Tokyo Championship League. Aomine-kun and Kise-kun reminded me of it recently. That we were friends and rivals. Midorima-kun even gave Kagami-kun advice that helped him play better this summer. Without that advice, he likely would have won against us the second time. But he doesn’t seem to regret it at all. And after yesterday. . . Kise-kun will be my next opponent today. And yet, I rooted for him all throughout that match. I was proud when he won. And--”

“Is this going somewhere?” Murasakibara drawled lazily, and Kuroko narrowed his eyes at him.

“And Aomine-kun helped me learn how to shoot in a way suited for me.” Kuroko paused for a second, thinking over all the words that had just come tumbling out of his mouth. They were truer than he had realized. “Maybe wanting to have it all makes me selfish, however, I can’t help bu--” Kuroko shook his head, stopping that train of thought. “I suppose what I’m trying to say is--” Kuroko dug around in his pocket. “Put your new cell phone number in my phone,” he demanded, sticking his phone out to Murasakibara.

Murasakibara glared down at Kuroko, and Kuroko felt so silly. He didn’t know what he was doing here, there was no way Murasakibara would--

“Yeah, okay, Kuro-chin,” he said, taking the phone and plugging his number into the ‘new contact’ option. Kuroko stood there, staring in shock at nothing but air all the while. When Murasakibara plopped the phone back in his still-outstretched hand a minute later, he blinked, returning to reality. He looked up and met Murasakibara’s gaze just in time for his large hand to land on his head. Kuroko scowled at the hand patting his head, before watching, still in disbelief, as Murasakibara strode away back to Himuro.

“Good luck, Kuro-chin,” he called. “You’re going to need it,” he muttered.

The fact that Akashi was terrifying wasn’t new information.

Murasakibara had experienced that terror first-hand during their one-on-one in third year of middle school.

But the fact that he had won the match against Shuutoku by so much even after Midorima had improved immensely? That had made even Murasakibara shiver a little in his seat when he had seen the final score.

And now, watching him play against Kuroko and the rest of Seirin, Murasakibara wasn’t sure how to feel. He respected Akashi more than almost anyone he knew, and he couldn’t help but feel bitter towards Seirin, the team that had defeated him and his team. So why . . .

Why did he feel the urge to stand up and cheer Kuroko on too when the rest of their middle school teammates had chosen to scream their support?

Loyalty and laziness kept him trapped in his seat, but as the end of the match approached, he couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward in his seat, tracking the action occurring in the game below him with intent eyes. He felt his palms and his feet itch--like he wanted to move--and scowled, flopping back in his seat to be contrary.

Despite the fact that all of his team had come to watch the match, he was pretty sure only Himuro had noticed the way that (even if it was only for a few moments) he had felt the urge, the want, to play basketball too.

When the cards fell and all was said and done, Seirin stood victorious. Murasakibara felt a strange tinge of unwanted pride. He had lost to the victors of this tournament, and no one less.

As he watched Kuroko’s team tackle him in hugs, the tiny figures dancing across the big, empty court, he felt that itch to play again. And when he watched Akashi shake Kuroko’s hand (his other self was clearly there to stay), he felt a warmth in his chest that almost overwhelmed that itch.

So he scowled and ignored both feelings, reaching into his bag for another snack to eat. Wanting to play basketball and loving basketball the way that Kuroko did was stupid.

Later that night, as he lay awake and stared at the ceiling above him, Murasakibara couldn’t stop thinking. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way that all of his teammates, even Akashi, had been changed by their matches against Kuroko and his team. He couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with them!

(What was wrong with him, for not changing too.)

And he couldn’t stop thinking about what it was like to go into the Zone.

The way his focus had narrowed to him, tha players, the ball, and the court--as if nothing else mattered, as if the rest of the world had been drowned out . . . the way he felt like he’d been sinking down beneath the waves of the Zone had been . . . wonderful.

It had been wonderful for every moment that it had happened. It felt like the moment of euphoria that came when he took his first bite of something delicious, a feeling all the following bites could never capture as well as the first. And yet this version of that euphoria had been constant .

It felt like coming home.

And he hated himself for feeling that in the bone-deep way he felt it.

He knew that the other Miracles said you said to love basketball to go into the Zone--but that wasn’t true! It couldn’t be true . . . because he hated basketball.

He was quitting basketball!

He would just as soon as the season was over. After all, he didn’t want to let Himuro down.

But there was always a reason to keep playing, wasn’t there? At first he was just playing to join a club, any club! And then it was because he didn’t want to lose. Then it was because he was good at it. Because he didn’t want to let Akashi down. Because he didn’t want to fall behind all the rest of his teammates. Because he wanted to prove himself to be the best of them all, to beat Kuroko, to not let Himuro down--

There was always something.

But when this year was over . . . there was nothing.

There was no reason for him to keep playing, no reason for him to experience the Zone again.

He didn’t want to experience the Zone again--!

And yet he also did.

He wanted to play with Himuro next year.

He wanted to play against Kuroko, Akashi, and all his middle school teammates.

He wanted to go into the Zone again.

And he didn’t know why.

Groaning, Murasakibara threw an arm over his eyes, closing them and trying to block out the world. He heard his phone buzz. He threw out his other arm, groping around to find his phone. Squinting at the bright screen, he realized it was a text--

A text from Kuroko.

Did you come to the match today Murasakibara-kun?

Debating with himself for a few moments, Murasakibara shook his head at himself when he realized he wanted to reply.

yeah. congrats or whatever

He waited, tensely, for a reply.

Thank you. I was very proud of my team.

Murasakibara rolled his eyes at the response. “Typical Kuro-chin,” he grumbled to himself. But before he could tell Kuroko to leave him alone if that’s all he wanted to say, Kuroko sent another text.

Did you see that they were selling limited-edition sweets there today? I got some for you because I was not certain if you were there.

Murasakibara’s eyes gleamed. This. This was the reason he was friends with Kuroko.

And without realizing that he had started to think of Kuroko as a friend once more, he rapidly texted back, forgetting any reluctance and annoyance he’d previously had in a single moment.

Deep thoughts about annoying things could be saved for another time. Limited-edition sweets were far more important.

Kuroko's Birthday, January 31st, First Year of High School

Kuroko was thankful that Akashi had arranged a practice match between Rakuzan and Yosen in Tokyo yesterday, otherwise he doubted Murasakibara would have showed up at all. It was wonderful to see everyone again, but it was especially wonderful that they were all there for his birthday.

As they played match after match on the street court, he couldn’t help the small grin that he constantly wore on his face. He remembered playing in these various teams of three all the time in middle school, memories that were quite fond in the early days. While they had become tainted with the awful things that happened later on, it now felt like all the pain, anger, and guilt had been excised from those memories.

Kuroko was sure that the others had those memories too, but now all that was left was the enjoyment of the game that they all shared.

He could even see a smile on Murasakibara’s face as they played. Despite the complaints he muttered about them all being fanatics and the way he was constantly saying that he was exhausted from the practice matches between Rakuzan and Yosen the day before, he still kept playing until the rest of them decided to stop too.

After they took a group photo and Kuroko invited them all to the party that Kagami was hosting for his birthday, they all walked towards Kagami’s apartment. Momoi (he wasn’t sure he wanted to know why she knew everyone’s addresses) was leading the way with Akashi while Midorima, Kise, and Aomine argued. But Murasakibara was being quiet enough that he wasn’t dragged into their arguing (for once).

Kuroko fell back to walk next to him.

“Did you have a good day, Murasakibara-kun?”

Murasakibara jumped slightly, before giving him a bored look. “Ehh. It was annoying, but fine, I guess.”

Kuroko smiled, because (for Murasakibara) that was basically admitting that he’d had fun. “Are you excited to--”

“Don’t think that just because I went into the Zone you know how I feel,” Murasakibara snapped, cutting him off and clearly misunderstanding what his question had been about. Kuroko had been planning to ask if he was excited to eat, but well, they might as well have this conversation.

“I don’t know how you feel,” Kuroko agreed easily enough. And Murasakibara was surprised enough by this acknowledgement that he fell silent beside him. “I don’t know what the Zone is like, and I doubt I will ever know, no matter how much I love basketball. So I will only say to you what I have said many times before. And this time, I hope that you will actually hear me: Don’t squander the gifts you have been given. Please play your hardest, Murasakibara-kun.” Kuroko turned to look at Murasakibara as he walked, before nodding and speeding up to leave Murasakibara behind.

He had so much more he wanted to say. But somehow, he didn’t think Murasakibara was quite ready to talk about any of this. That’s why he was so surprised when Murasakibara said, quietly, “I’m not gonna quit my team.”

Kuroko’s pace stuttered with surprise, unsure if maybe he should slow back down to talk more or simply walk in silence. Or if Murasakibara would take that as Kuroko returning to say that he’d been right all along. So instead, he just murmured, “I’m glad,” and poked Aomine in the back to startle him.

He was easily swept up in his other friends’ conversation, but he kept an eye on Murasakibara all evening long. He tried not to be pleased about the fact that he was pretty sure that playing with them today had been a big part of Muraskibara’s reason for deciding to keep playing. But he failed, miserably.

Especially given the fact that he was watching all his friends celebrate his birthday with him, both on the court and off. In truth, he couldn’t stop smiling all day.

Vorpal Sword vs Jabberwock , Post-Interhigh, Second Year of High School

Getting benched with a hurt wrist in the middle of the game against Team Jabberwock sucked.

Because being able to play his hardest with a team that could keep up with him? Honestly, it was one of the best feelings Murasakibara had ever felt. And even if he had refused to admit it to anyone else aloud, he had finally become comfortable with the fact that he liked basketball at least a little after he had decided to keep playing basketball.

But even though he was missing out on playing, the feeling that came when their team won the game was . . .

Indescribable.

It made him want to play a thousand more games with the Miracles and Yosen and all of his friends.

It was one thing to hear that Kagami was leaving. It was another for Kagami to actually leave. Sitting outside the airport on a bench with his middle school teammates surrounding him, he watched the planes take off and rise through the sky, above the clouds. He knew that Kagami was in one of those planes . . . and he actually felt somewhat sad about it.

“Huh, he’s really gone,” Kise realized with a downcast look on his face.

“Now we’ll never play with him again,” Murasakibara frowned, pausing in rummaging around in his bag of chips. “Not that I care,” he added.

“That’s not true,” Midorima asserted, turning to look at him.

“Huh?” Muraskibara asked.

Aomine, glaring angrily at the road, grumbled. “I’m going to America.”

“What?” Kise asked. “To see Kagamicchi?”

“Of course not, idiot! I’m obviously going to play in the NBA.” Aomine declared loudly.

Kise jumped, turning to stare at him with surprise. “What? When?”

“I don’t know yet,” Aomine dismissed him, as if blustering could cover up the fact that he definitely didn’t actually have any concrete plans, “but I’m definitely going soon.”

Murasakibara decided to ignore them. They were both idiots anyway. At least Midorima was a little less stupid (and a lot more mean). “Mido-chin, what are you talking about?”

Midorima’s gaze had returned to the sky and planes above them. “I could ask you the same thing. A slight smile curved over his face. “Aren’t we going to keep playing basketball?”

He looked back at the rest of them, but Murasakibara didn’t want to say “yes,” even if it was true.

“Midorima’s right,” Akashi spoke up, his hands elegantly folded together in his lap. “Kagami’s just playing somewhere else now.” He turned his whole face up to the heavens. “As long as we keep playing basketball, we’ll fight him again.”

See you again soon, Kagami, Murasakibara thought, strengthening his resolve and pushing any sadness he might have felt away. He reached for a handful of chips and turned his gaze at the planes overhead like the rest of his friends had.

When they met up with Seirin at the front of the airport to take the bus back together, it felt like it was on purpose that Kuroko chose to sit down in the seat next to him.

Aomine and Kise battled for Kuroko’s attention as much as they did anything else. Midorima’s scoldings just added more noise to the mess. Murasakibara decided that ignoring Midorima was his best bet to avoid being scolded by Akashi--a terrifying prospect. In truth, only Akashi’s iron-clad control over the worst of all of their behavior stopped them from being kicked-off the bus all together. Seirin was surprisingly noisy too, but Murasakibara supposed that made sense. Kuroko wouldn’t know what to do with a peaceful, calm team.

He and Kuroko sat together for most of the ride, not often interacting with each other given all the chaos that was around them. When they finally got close to their stop, he offered some of his sugary snacks to Kuroko. Kuroko took a vanilla wafer with a small smile.

Staring directly at the seat in front of him as he spoke, Murasakibara finally said. “I like playing basketball.”

It was something he wasn’t sure he’d admit to anyone else in the world besides Kuroko--except probably Himuro and maybe Akashi.

Kuroko simply said: “I know.”

He scowled. “Ugh, you’re so self-righteous, Kuro-chin. I still don’t think that liking basketball makes me, or anyone else, a better player or anything!”

“I know.” Kuroko didn’t push the point, like Murasakibara had feared he would.

So he heaved a sigh and changed the subject. “I wish you’d just shut up sometimes.”

“I know,” Kuroko said, but he was smiling.

Murasakibara couldn’t stop the smile that was growing on his own face, thankful that Kuroko wasn’t making a big deal out of this. He was simply letting this moment happen between just them, without the scrutiny of their ex-teammates or Kuroko’s current teammates.

This time, when he felt that warmth in his chest he associated with friendship, that itch in his soul to play, he chose to smile instead of frown.

For once, he chose to lay down his shield, his walls, and let those feelings in.

He wanted to play. He loved to play. And he wouldn’t have it any other way. After all, he may have to say goodbye to friends over the years, but one thing he wanted to hold on tight to was basketball. As long as he kept playing, he would see friends he’d thought were long gone, friends like Kuroko, again.

And that was why he would never stop playing basketball.

#kuroko's basketball #murasakibara atsushi #knb murasakibara #kuroko tetsuya #character study #one-shot #my fics

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deann1120 · 5 years ago

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Connections in PreCure Civilian Names (Updated)

If you don’t see a Cure, I found no relevant connection.

Sometimes I looked to Google Translate for help.

These are only connections I’ve noticed on my own. Please let me know which connections I’ve missed!

Honoka Yukishiro (Cure White) - “Yukishiro” means “snow white.”

Hikari Kujo (Shiny Luminous) - “Hikari” is just the literal word for “light,” alluding to her role in the series.

Saki Hyuuga (Cure Bloom/Bright) - “Saki” means “bloom” or “blooming.” “Hyuuga” can mean “facing the sun’s direction”; if you’re wondering what relevance that has, look what type of flower appears in Bloom’s transformation.

Mai Mishou (Cure Egret/Windy) - “shou” can mean “fly,” referring to the egret bird.

Nozomi Yumehara/Cure Dream - “Nozomi” can mean either “hope” or “wish,” as she introduces herself as the Cure of hope (I think). “Yume” means “dream.”

Rin Natsuki/Cure Rouge - “Natsu” means “summer,” referencing her fire powers.

Komachi Akimoto/Cure Mint - “Aki” means “fall,” which could refer to the leaves behind her transformation. But, like, that’s the best I can do with that.

Karen Minazuki/Cure Aqua - It’s not exact, but her last name contains “Mi__zu__” which means “water.”

Love Momozono/Cure Peach - “Momo” can mean either “peach,” or a word for “pink.” “Love” obviously refers to her heart theme.

Miki Aono/Cure Berry - “Aono” means “of blue.” “Miki” is used for a lot of blue magical girls (Sayaka, Mew Mint’s pet dog, the Amulet Spade Chara), though it means “beautiful tree.”

Inori Yamabuki/Cure Pine - “Inori” means “prayer,” referring to her transformation phrase and attacks, where you can hear her use the word.

Setsuna Higashi/Cure Passion - “Higashi” means “East,” referring to her previous role as Eas. “Setsuna” can mean “precious” or “beloved,” possibly referring to her newfound friendships.

Tsubomi Hanasaki/Cure Blossom - “Tsubomi” means “bud,” as in flower bud, and “Hanasaki” means “blooming flower or blossom.”

Yuri Tsukikage/Cure Moonlight - “Yuri” means “lily,” her personal flower, and “Tsukikage” literally translates to “moon shadow,” oddly enough.

Hibiki Hojo/Cure Melody - “Hibiki” means “resound” or “sound” (though “sound” is usually translated as “oto.”) This also goes for Hibiki Tachibana, of course.

Kanade Minamino/Cure Rhythm - “Kanade” means “beautiful sound” or “playing music.” This also goes for Kanade Amou.

Eren Kurokawa/Cure Beat - “Kuro” means “black,” possibly alluding to the fact that Eren used to be a black cat.

Ako Shirabe/Cure Muse - “Shirabe” means “note” or “tune.” This also goes for Shirabe Tsukuyomi.

Miyuki Hoshizora/Cure Happy - “Hoshizora” means “starry sky.” This isn’t a direct reference to her, but a starry sky can be considered a setting for fairy tale.

Akane Hino/Cure Sunny - “Aka” means “red,” which might be a reason why some people list her as a red cure when she is clearly orange. “Hino” means “of fire.” This also goes for Rei Hino.

Yayoi Kise/Cure Peace - “Ki” can mean “yellow,” though I know the translation better as “Kiiro.”

Nao Midorikawa/Cure March - “Midori” means “green.” This also goes for Izuku Midoriya (happy birthday to him, btw).

Reika Aoki/Cure Beauty - “Reika” means “below zero,” according to Google Translate, referring to her ice powers, though the name has multiple meanings; another is “beautiful.” “Ao” means “blue.”

Mana Aida/Cure Heart - “Ai” means “love.”

Rikka Hishikawa/Cure Diamond - “Rikka” also has several meanings, though one is “snow” or “snowflake,” referring to her ice powers.

Makoto Kenzaki/Cure Sword - “Ken” means either “blade” or “sword.”

Megumi Aino/Cure Lovely - “Megumi” can mean “love” or “affection.” “Aino” means “of love.” This also goes for Minako Aino.

Hime Shirayuki/Cure Princess - “Hime” means “princess.” “Shirayuki” means “white snow,” probably alluding to the famous princess.

Yuko Omori/Cure Honey - “mori” means “forest,” maybe referring to her clover theme.

Haruka Haruno/Cure Flora - “Haruno” means “of spring,” referring to the season her element is associated with. The same goes for her first name.

Minami Kaido/Cure Mermaid - “Kaido” doesn’t seem to mean anything relevant, but it’s similar to “Kaioh,” Sailor Neptune’s last name. “Minami” means “south,” though I don’t know if that’s supposed to mean something.

Kirara Amanogawa/Cure Twinkle - From first to last name, it translates literally as “twinkling Milky Way.”

Towa Akagi/Cure Scarlet - “Aka” means “red.”

Mirai Asahina/Cure Miracle - “Mirai” means “future.” I didn’t actually watch all of Mahoutsukai, so I don’t know if that’s relevant.

Kotoha Hanami/Ha/Cure Felice - “Ha” means “leaf,” which is in, like, all of her names. “Hanami” means “flower viewing,” an actual pastime in Japan where people picnic near the newly-bloomed sakura trees.

Ichika Usami/Cure Whip - It’s not exact, but “Usagi means “rabbit,” referring to her animal theme. Thus is where Sailor Moon’s first name comes from.

Himari Arisugawa/Cure Custard - “Hi” can mean “sun,” which is sometimes portrayed as yellow.

Aoi Tategami/Cure Gelato - From first to last name, it translates literally as “blue mane.”

Akira Kenjou/Cure Chocolat - “Akira” contains “ak__a,” which means “red.”

Ciel Kirahoshi/Cure Parfait - “Ciel” is French for “sky.” “Kirahoshi” means “twinkling stars,” which could refer to the ethereal nature of her animal theme, as does Ciel.

Hana Nono/Cure Yell - “Hana” means “flower,” referring to one of her attack themes and part of her outfit.

Saaya Yakushiji/Cure Ange - This one might be a stretch. Yakushi-ji is a Buddhist temple in Japan; its main attraction is “The Medicine Buddha,” which could reference her introducing herself as “Healing everyone!”

Homare Kagayaki/Cure Etoile - “Homare” means “honor,” which could refer to her character arc of self-acceptance. “Kagayaki” means “shining,” referring to her golden-like theme.

Ruru Amour/Cure Amour - “Ruru” is a reference to R.U.R., a 1920s play that brought the word “robot” into modern usage, referring to her true nature. So it’s not Lulu. “Amour” is French for “love,” referring to her and Macherie’s theme.

Emiru Aisaki/Cure Macherie - “Aisaki” means “blooming love.”

Hikaru Hoshina/Cure Star - “Hikaru” means “bright,” “shimmer” or “gleam.” “Hoshi” means “star.”

Lala Hagoromo/Cure Milky - “Hagoromo” refers to a few things, but the anime makes it clear what the fake name specifially refers to. I forget which one, but I think it’s either for a space orbiter or an old Japanese play about a swan maiden.

Elena Amamiya/Cure Soleil - “Elena” is a multilingual name that means “bright” or “shining light,” referring to her sun theme.

Madoka Kaguya/Cure Selene - “Kaguya” refers to a Japanese story involving a princess of the moon.

Yuni/Cure Cosmo - “Yuni” is supposed to refer to how Japan pronounces the word “universe,” in reference to the outer space themes.

Nodoka Hanadera/Cure Grace - “Hana” means “flower.”

Chiyu Sawaizumi/Cure Fontaine - “Chiyu” can mean “healing” or “cure,” though since she’s not the main cure I don’t know why she gets to be named after the season’s main theme. “Sawaizumi” can mean “marsh/stream fountain.”

Hinata Hiramitsu/Cure Sparkle - “Hi” means “sun,” which refers to her bright powers. “Hinata” means “sunny place.” Although not exact, “Hiromitsu” means “wide light.” Interestingly, “mitsu” is a word for “three,” which could reference her being the third Cure in her team.

Asumi Fuurin/Cure Earth - “Asu” is just how the Japanese pronounce the English word “earth.” So Cure Earth’s civilian name is literally the same. “Fuu” means “wind,” referring to her actual element. The same goes for Fuu Hououji.

8/3/20 EDIT: MY ASS COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT SPLASH STAR, IM SO SORRY.

#pretty cure #precure #names #magical girl anime #cures #precure names

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luhlust · 5 years ago

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Dating GOM's Sister!

Anime: Kuroko no Basuke

Overview: Headcanons about GOM (Aomine, Akashi, Kise, Kuroko, and Midorima) having a younger sister who is dating one of them!

Note: Sorry I didn't include Murasakibara! I just got really lazy. :(

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Aomine Daiki

"I'll give you what you ever desire, break up with my sister." Akashi offered, glaring at his former tanned teammate. "Sei-nii! That's it! We're leaving." You forcefully removed Akashi's grip on your shoulder, having a silent eye battle as you slammed the door on his face. Akashi did not support you relationship, not even a bit.

Aomine is known to be a player, a pervert, and a lazy man. How could Akashi let his sister fall inlove with him? Akashi just wants the best for his sister. After a year of having a hot and cold relationship with your brother, Aomine knocked some sense into him. Needless to say, Akashi was impressed and saw no more reason to object seeing how his friend's true intention.

"I'm glad you're not the same as your brother." Aomine confesses. Although you are very identical to your older brother, you were the exact opposite of him in terms of personality. You were outgoing and emotionally-driven. Aomine did not see you for your wealth, achievements, or anything! He saw you for you, that made you fall for him despite being mean to you during the first meeting.

You were waiting for your brother so the both of you could go home together. When the gym doors ooen, you dashed towards the entrance, bumping into what seemed like a wall to you but it was actually Aomine. When you looked up, you felt chills run up to your spine, the way he glared at you, it was horrifying.

"How long are you going to sit down, brat? Move."

After that, you kept following him and pestering him even if he gave you mean comments that made you cry. Whenever you cry, Aomine panics. He'd scratch his head and say sorry multiple times, cursing, he'll offer a hug. "Stop crying or I'll kiss you." This just made you want to cry harder.

You'll help Aomine in his study and reprimands him for skipping practices. You're the only one who is allowed to correct him and he's the only one who can bully you.

If you ever did get bully, you have bodyguards ready to protect you in command, a scary powerful brother, and a tall tanned boyfriend built like he's ready to fight.

Aomine will never try to make you uncomfortable. He respects you even if he makes sexual comments, he would never push you to do something you don't like to do. That's how much he treasures you.

"(y/n), where's my kiss?" He grinned at you, bending down so you were at the same height. Rolling your eyes, he always asks for kisses before the game which you thought was very cute of him to do. Without hesitation, you kissed his lips. "Go get them, Dai-kun."

Akashi Seijuro

Dating Murasakibara's sister is not something anyone would expect from him. You are reckless, bold, and most of all childish! The complete opposite of Akashi! People can't help but question how you managed to soften the merciless captain of Rakuzan.

"Sei-kun!" Everytime you see your significant other, you would pounce on him, hugging his well-built frame. Akashi would glare at those who would stare, telling them to look away just by staring straight to their eyes.

Akashi would always give you sweets but scolds not only you, but your brother too when you both had too much. "(y/n), I love you but no. I already booked you an appointment." Akashi is persistent to have you attend a dentist appointment atleast once a month to ensure you don't develop any cavities.

When it comes to your brother, he does not really care who you date as long as they treat you well and you're happy but he is really relieved you're dating Akashi. That does not mean he won't crush him when he makes you cry.

People ridicule your relationship, especially the higher class who wants Akashi for their own benefits. Sometimes they go to the extent of hiring people to hurt you, ending up with a failure. There are several perks of having a tall brother who is excellent in basketball, one is he can easily scare of whoever is bothering you, second, you know how to defend yourself when needed.

Whenever those stuck-up bitches shows up, you can't help but show your devilish side. "Eh, I don't care. Get out of my way, bitch." Youmd play with your lollipop, staring down at the crying girl, yelling she'd sue you after you humiliated her.

Akashi will feel proud whenever you stood up for yourself, placing a soft kiss on your forehead and you'd immediately linked your arms around his neck. "Sei-kun, I'm starving~"

He'll always eat you with you, this is somehow like your love language towards one another. You sometimes even go to his school just to eat your bento that you prepared for him. His team is jealous on how a sweet and cute girl ended up dating Akashi.

They are always surprised to see Akashi showing subtle affections. Teasing him about you is a death sentence despite the fluttery feeling in his stomach. Flirting with you? That's a different story.

"(y/n), what am I going to do with you?" Akashi sighed, a smile forming on his lips. You were sleeping on the bleachers and it made him want to carry you home and skip practice but he knows you'll get mad at him if he did. He grabbed his jacketand covered your defense-less state, planting a chaste kiss on your lips. Little did he know, you were actually awake. "Ooh, I didn't know Sei-kun's a pervert!" He would ruffle your hair. "You dare to misbehave, huh? I might have to teach you a lesson, love."

Kise Ryouta

Kise is not really fond of Aomine. Sure they are friends friends but he still had grudges against him. So seeing you, beating the shit out of Aomine, that was something extraordinary. The way the sun highlighted your tanned skin and dark blue hair, Kise fell for you at first sight.

"(y/n)-cchi! I bought you some cake!" Kise always bothered you, he was clingy and chatty. You were annoyed at him at first, who wouldn't? Kise followed you everywhere like some kind of lost puppy! He cried easily was too noisy, yet when a week went by and he was no where to be found, you felt sad. You somehow missed his presence, that's when you realised, you too were inlove with him.

"(y/n)-cchi? What are you doing here..?" Kise did not expect to see you. It was raining heavily and you were drenched from head to toe. Kaijou just lost to Seirin, Kise was feeling down for his first loss. All his own issues faded when you grabbed him by his collar, pressing your lips against his.

Kise's eyes widened, you pulled away, placing your hands on both sides of his face. "Who told you to leave me alone? Huh?! Can't you see I like you too?" He blinked, several times, unable to register what just happened.

"Eh...Ehhhh?!"

Kise became 1000x more clingy after that.

His fangirls are difficult to handle. They always picked a fight on you, saying how you do not meet the Kise's standards. You don't give a fuck of whatever they say about you, you actually enjoy how they cowered in fear and bite back their words whenever you'd look at them with a smirk.

One thing that pissed you off though is when they made nasty comments about your boyfriend. You stopped in your tracks, fist clenched, you turned back, launching your fist towards the girl. She screamed and closed her eyes, waiting for the impact, you stopped your fist an inch away from her face. She fell on the floor, her friends made a run for it.

"Aplogise, bitch." She apologised immediately before scampering away, you'd sigh. "Such a pain in the ass.."

Kise knows about your "little fights" since Kasamatsu actually witnessed the whole thing. He feels honored and proud that his girlfriend stood up for him, your cuts and bruises on the other hand angered him. Kise always made sure to keep you out of trouble after that.

Kise is the only one who can calm you down, only one who can make you smile and act stupid. Your his partner in crime, his princess and his knight, he is very grateful to have you.

Despite how strong you can be, Kise can also fight for you if needed. You need him more than he needs you, without him, everything is off balance.

Aomine bullies him more now that he's your boyfriend.

"(y/n)-cchi! Aomine-cchi is being mean to me!"

"DAMN IT DAIKI! LEAVE HIM ALONE!"

When the two of you are together, that's the only time you are vulnerable. In his arm you feel safe, he felt like home.

"I love you, dumbass."

Kuroko Tetsuya

The whole Seirin team was stunned to see you, sitting on one of the bleachers absorbed in your phone. Kagami's eyes widened, he recognises you! "S-She's (y/n)! A model in the US!" He exclaimed, making the rest more confused on why someone like you is in their gym right now. Even Riko could not dare to get closer, everyone stood frozen once you glanced at them, staring at them one by ine before your face lit up.

You stood up, smiling widely, before waving. "Kuro-tan! I missed you!" Kuroko coughed, excusing himself as he pass through the crow, greeting you with open arms which you gladly run into. "(y/n)-chan, you didn't tell me you were arriving today."

You would explain to the whole team that you're Kuroko's girlfriend and confirm that you are a model from the US. One thing that caught the team off guard is when Riko asked you if you were somehow related to Kise Ryouta.

"Kise..? Ryou-nii? Yes he's my brother."

The team bombarded you with questions, you were now getting slightly overwhelmed by them. You held out to your boyfriend looking at him teary eyed, he immediately know what you're feeling. "Everyone, you're scaring (y/n)-chan."

Once everything died down, you watched their practice, cheering for your cute boyfriend with Nigou. After practice, Kuroko and you would eat at Majii Burger, catching up and deep talks.

That's where you confessed that you won't go back to the US anymore and transfer to his school. You resigned from your position in the entertainment industry and will now focus on being a (career choice) instead.

Kuroko is the type of boyfriend who is kind of like a dog, he is super loyal to you and no matter what you do as long as it doesn't hurt anyone around you or you, he supports. He may be seen as emotionless but to you, he show all kinds of emotions, love, happiness, jealousy, and he gets super cute when embarrassed.

You always cling on to him, yelling his name with love everytime you see him, crying easily and him comforting you everytime. The team takes a like to you too, you're not really that difficult to get along with.

Riko would ask for help in their training regimen, Kagami also likes hanging out with the two of you (he'll get angry when you get too pda and overbearing though). Overall, you were like their cute little sister who they protect.

So whenever someone gets close to you, as you are famous with both boys and girls, they'll spring inti action and help you out.

You may not be as strong as others mentally and physically, you won't back down when the people you love are messed upon.

When Hanamiya glared at Kuroko, you glared 1000x harder than him. Especially when they hurt , oh you knew you had to talk to him, you stomped your way to their side of the court. You put your best smile, calling him out. "Hanamiya-san, can I shake your hand. I am a fan."

He would snicker, holding out his hand with a few flirty remarks. When you grabbed his hand though, you crushed it using all your strength and he whimpered in pain. Hanamiya cursed, holding his hand. "Oops, did I squeezed too hard?"

He was ready to fight you but seeing several eyes on him, the whole GOM, and Seirin team watching him, he decided not to push further.

Kuroko would scold you though, flicking your forehead before kissing it.

3 words. Best. Boyfriend. Ever.

One thing you hated was sharing Kuroko with your brother. "Ryou-nii! We're supposed to make out now! Get out!"

Midorima Shintaro

A Tsundere and a Phantom, what a perfect couple. Kidding. Midorima never thought about dating, the idea of love is not something he minded but when you spiked the ball directly into his face and breaking his glasses, he fell for you, literally.

"Oh, Midorima-kun, sorry!"

Just like your brother, Kuroko, you don't have a lot of presence. He actually taught you how to master misdirection which is a useful skill in your sport, Volleyball. It just happened that you're enrolled in Shutoku and was practicing your one-man spike while he walked into the court.

After that, you kept talking to him. You did not have a lot of friends except for your teammates and you saw Midorima as like your second brother.

Midorima would never admit that he likes you until Takao began to get close to you.

"(y/n)-san, Ilikeyounandayo."

You'd tease him with Takao, copying the way he acts. You'll learn more about horoscopes and oh asa and would always surprise him infront of his house with his lucky item for the day.

Although Midorima is not affectionate, he'll try his best to make you feel that he loves you in his own little way. He would even learn to play volleyball just to play with you. He's a great setter!

Your go to dates would be study hubs, museums, and stargazing.

Since you're very small compated to him, Midorima likes to hold your hand just so you won't get lost. "Shintaro, we're the only ones here." He'd flinched and stammer upon realising you are the only one walking around the park.

Kuroko knows your dating ever since the first day. Kuroko is always there to listen to your rants about your day so it is not a surprise when he sees Midorima eating with your family, stiff like a rock.

"Midorima-kun? Are you okay?" He asked and all of the eyes are now own Midorima who just wanted to crawl to a hole and never come back.

You would go to all his games, offering him a towel. He'll get startled whenever you show up out of the blue though. Takao always teases the two of you which ends up into Midorima beating him up.

Dating Midorima as Kuroko's sister is plain chill, no drama or anything. Both are honest and mindful.

Getting used to hanging out with 2 phantoms would be something he needs to get used to.

"(y/n)?! WHERE'D YOU GO?"

"Shintaro, I'm right infront of you."

#kuroko no basuke #kuroko's basketball #knb scenarios #knb boyfriend #kuroko tetsuya #akashi seijuro #midorima shintaro #aomine daiki #kise ryouta #anime #knb

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evanescentdawn · 3 years ago

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(3rd nov)

today’s writing:

—wips: gsnkxknb///mikorin&aomine, touken//things you said, kise as mosquito, kagakuromomo//on-momo, momoriko//bath, aokaga//drunk, kikuro//stomach

—MIKORIN AND AOMINE FRIENDSHIP. I don’t know but I thought they could be friends, or at least, get along, as I was slapping down my other gsnk/knb idea. I forgot what hit off me writing this one but anyways, yeah. I’m writing this diff other crossover with them!! im unsure tho of the characterisations and how the actually hell to write them but so!! excited !!!

—touken, my beloved <3 ok so I’ve been reading this knb author to writes drabbles and put them all together in one fic and I really really liked their style and wanted to try it out and when I came across that prompt thing I have tried before and really liked, I wanted to do it! I decided to do it for my beloved, touken because why not. I got started on it! not a promising start, I’ll say. like I do want to change things around but I do like it it’s very cute them r the best <3

—started this wip of kise cursed to a mosquito, inspired by art. IT WAS SUPPOSED HUMOR BUT ANGST DROPPED. this one might be kikuro, but also might just turn out to be gen. shrugs. like ??? do not know where I’m going with this fic. I am bewildered i actually wrote this lol

—thinking about kuromomo again, especially even more since I have been rewatching and got to the todou vs seirin match and noticed that Kuroko never really denies any of the claims of her being her girlfriend or ex-girlfriend which really interested me. it was, honestly, just gonna be a kagami notices that and asks kuroko BUT UH. it turned into kagamomo??? and also kuromomo??? and it might also be aokuromomo, as well fjkfkfkfk. I really love my poly ships < 3 WHY HAVE ONE WHY CAN HAVE ALL!!! but the thing is. I didn’t even really ship kagamomo prior to this! I did see it around, read this thing but never really shipped to the point of actually looking for content but now? NOW. well. I really want to write aokagakuromomo but where kaga & kuro are just friends

—okay, I finally dragged my ass to work on my wips instead of just continuously creating new ones. worked on the momoriko because I’ve was huh, that’s one is close to finish & because I was in the mood for them. I checked and apparently it isn’t… I don’t know why I thought it was but I HAVE WORKED OUT THIS THING THAT HAS BEEN BOTHERING ME. which! is! good! what isn’t good: everything else. fuckkkk why is smut so hard to write for. so much deleting and rewriting, ha. T.T but…practice…makes perfect…. I am proud of myself! I preserved instead of immediately dropping it like a hot potato when it got difficult. okay, so i got to a decent part I’m satisfied with it. there’s only this little part that bothers and I want to revise, but I’ll do that maybe tmmr because I most definitely need the break now. like oh man, I wrote +211 words but the MENTAL EFFORT IT TOOK. one day!! im going to master smut writing!! and it’s going to breeze

—working on some easy and light stuff because I most definitely need it after that effort I went to. the aokaga drunk one!! because I already know where to go with, where to end and stuff. can see the whole fic — I was just. procrastinating working on it. I edited! I wrote some bit! I could’ve probably worked on more, but well. I don’t want to push myself again, and take it easy. Focusing is so hard, urgh.

—worked on kikuro stomach wip! (lol, that name) and edited!!! and wrote a little more!! wasn’t much but it’s something.

#ignore me; im rambling #highlights #nov 2021

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alternatecode · 7 years ago

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Spy

AkaKuro Day 4 (April 14) - Outcome | Balance | Connection Quote: “I’ve known all along.”

I’m sorry guys. This one isn’t all that great because it’s mostly a recycled fic. In actuality it’d be multi chaptered but I broke it up for this. Yet somehow it took hours to do it?? I give up. WHy do I even try??

Anyway, it’s yazuka/spy themed au this time. Kinda.

Calling him a spy would be going too far.

Sure he snuck into and infiltrated the current reigning yakuza. Sure he stalks their leader and skulks around the place trying to find insider information. And sure he eventually reports his findings to the yakuza’s rival gang….

….So yeah, he was a spy.

In all honesty, Kuroko didn't plan on staying long, as he was ordered to just recover information pertaining to certain deals and find weak link members. All which he did rather successfully. Not a single person figured it out when a few documents went missing. It led to the mysterious disappearance of two men however. Kuroko inwardly apologized to them but a job was a job.

Hopefully, if things went smoothly, Ogiwara would be able to extract him within a week. Or at least, that was the plan.

His phone pinged, notifying him itd a text message.

[Trick Akashi Seijūrō into accepting a deal from Meikō.]

“Damn it, Shige, what do you think I am?”

See, there was a slight problem here.

Akashi Seijūrō was the boss. As in the infamously cruel man who had no qualms with doing what needed to be done or getting his hands dirty. As in the person whose perception skills outmatched those of a detective's. His moral code was more questionable than one's too.

In just the few brief meetings during his time here, he came to realize just how strong the Akashi's presence really was. And Kuroko wasn't about to have a tête-à-tête with the most powerful and intimidating man in the country.

He could, on the other hand, talk to them.

Them being Akashi's inner circle, of course.

During his time here over the past year or so, he somehow ended up getting along with most of them, the only exception being the boss's right hand man. Of course he didn't exactly plan on getting close to any of them in the start. Too risky. Instead, they ended up talking to him first.

The first one he met was Aomine Daiki. He usually played a roll as Akashi’s bodyguard. They first spoke when Aomine caught him when he knocked Kuroko over on the staircase, almost causing him to tumble down. He ignored him for awhile but suddenly the man started to be strangely friendly. Kuroko brushed it off since Aomine seemed harmless enough.

From there he met Momoi Satsuki and Kise Ryouta when the three of them bumped into each other while carrying documents. Apparently these had specialized skills that were deemed important enough to keep close. Kuroko decided not to underestimate them because of their cheerful and eccentricity. He has yet to find out more. The closeness they forced into made for plenty opportunities at least.

Following the cheery duo came the stone-faced one. Few things he learned about about Midorima Shintarou were that he was an organized man, was really good at his job, and had a thing for Oha Asa. Oh, and that he absolutely hated Kuroko's guts.

“Kuro-chin, there you are.”

Of course. How could he forget about Murasakibara Atsushi. When Midorima wasn't by the boss's side, this guy was. He was probably the tallest person he had ever had the displeasure of meeting. One thing he knew for sure about this guy was that despite his lazy personality, he was not to be messed with. His loyalty to Akashi was fearsome. It made Kuroko wonder when and why he was being so...fond?

“Hello, Murasakibara-kun,” he greeted, slipping his phone into his back pocket, nearly dropping the documents clutched under his arm in the process.

“We’re having a meeting in a hour.”

“Ok?” Everyone knew about it. The boss often calls his inner circle in for meetings, which in turn became a popular gossip topic as members would try to guess what they were about.

The giant glanced away, thinking, before realizing what was wrong. “Ah, and you're to be there.”

That can't be good.

“I see. Thank you for telling me.”

Kuroko didn't give Murasakibara a chance to reply, opting to make his escape. The documents in his arms felt less important all the sudden. Maybe he could just leave then in Momoi’s office when she wasn't around. After, he would need to find a way out of this place wouldn't be suspicious. Forget about Ogiwara’s orders. Even if they are childhood friends and the man helped him get jobs, he would have to let this one pass.

It was not worth his life.

Despite his decision, fate had different plans.

“Kurokocchi~!”

Shit.

“Kise-kun,” Kuroko spoke, mind racing, “what are doing here?”

The pretty blond didn't hold back from a chance to hug the smaller male. Kise had a wide grin plastered on his face when he finally released Kuroko from his grip.

“I'm here to make you make it to the meeting. Your lack of presence may make it difficult after all.”

That bad feeling Kuroko had? It just got worse.

“Oh, are these the accounting documents Momocchi asked for? Are you delivering them?” Kise asked a few pages from the top of the pile.

This was one of the moments that Kuroko appreciated Kise’s habit of quickly changing topics. With a sigh, he let him relax just enough to make sure the blond wouldn't realize how tense he really felt. “Yes.”

“I'll take you there then!”

And that was how Kuroko found himself outside the door to Momoi’s office. He had given the documents to the girl and planned to sneak out while she was engaged in a conversation with Kise, but the topic of a certain individual came up which caught his attention.

“.....Akashi….plan…”

Akashi. It was only an hour, but if he could plant the idea of accepting the Meikō deal, whatever is was, into the heads of the boss's most important then maybe they would get him to accept it and Kuroko could still get paid. It was worth an attempt at least, but he gets an opportunity to escape before the meeting he will be sure to prioritize himself over the job.

“Hey, can I talk you guys about a rumor I heard?”

He did it!

After forty minutes of convincing, he managed to talk them into bringing up the deal with Akashi. They left ahead of him to get to the meeting when Momoi asked Kise to help carry some things. Kuroko promised to be close behind once he finished cleaning up the documents ‘accidently’ knocked over. He waved farewell, waiting for the door to shut before rushing over to the window.

Locked.

No big deal.

He wasted zero time. Kuroko pressed himself against the wooden office door, listening for the duo’s footsteps which have long faded. This might be his last chance. He'd have been smooth about this. Not act suspicious in any way. Tipping off the other members was the last thing he wanted.

He opened the door and dashed.

So far his plan was going smoothly. His lack of presence was beneficial in times like these.

At least right until he got captured.

An arm shot out nowhere, pulling him into the arms of another. Kuroko recognized the person as Aomine. He looked up in the surprise. He almost missed the man's rough apology for pulling him a little to hard. Of course. he wasn't sure what this meant either. Surely Aomine knew he was supposed to be at the meeting.

“Sorry about this, Tetsu.”

Turned out he was right.

His face was met with a cloth. One with a very familiar smell. It was strong and made him dizzy. Oh, of course, it had to chloroform.

Everything went black.

“Really, Ryōta. I asked one thing and you couldn't even do that. You're lucky Daiki found him.”

“Akashicchi! Don't be angry! He promised!”

“Akashi.”

“What is it, Shintarō?”

“He's waking.”

“Oh, you're right. You all are dismissed now.”

Kuroko pressed a hand to temple. Vaguely recalling what exactly just happened. One thing was for certain: Akashi Seijūrō knew exactly who he was.

“Not the outcome you expected, Kuroko Tetsuya?”

Blue orbs groggily found their way around the room before landing on the one who ruled the underground. The room was lavish, a fancy table with seven chairs stood as the centerpiece. The arrangement fit for Akashi would be sitting at the end, like he was doing now. From his place on the floor at the end, Kuroko found it to be rather intimidating.

He could hardly bring himself to speak. Not that he even could with whatever was gagging his mouth getting in the way.

“I must say,” the boss continued, “your skills are very impressive. The others didn't figure it out until recently. I've had my eye on you for a long time now, Mr. Spy.”

This caused Kuroko to still. He was sure that his fear could be seen on his usually passive face.

“That's right, Tetsuya. I've known all along.”

Ah. Does this mean this is where he will die?

“The other’s have taken a liking to you, you know,” Akashi said, amusement shining in those red eyes. “I have as well.”

Kuroko didn't know what to think as the yakuza boss approached him, kneeling to get to Kuroko’s eye level. He tried his best to increase the space between but failed, instead causing himself to fall over.

Catching him, Akashi gripped Kuroko's face, showing no gentleness when he forced the spy to met his gaze. “Say, how you like to work for me? In exchange… I'll let that childhood friend of yours live.”

“What do you say, Kuroko Tetsuya? Become mine.”

#赤黒の日2018 #akakuroweek2018 #Akashi Seijūrō #Kuroko Tetsuya #AkaKuro #im so bitter #like honestly #this could get so much more detailed #again #another thing i might turn into an actual fic #itd be so much cleaner and less rushed #asdfghjkl #i hate this sm #even worse that i spent like 20 trying to get tumblr to workwith me #UGHGHG #IM GONNA BURN THIS AFTER AKAKURO WEAK #WEEK #ill post a better version on my ao3

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berry-cat7 · 7 years ago

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Philia

Summary: That time Murasakibara and Kuroko started kinda-sorta fake dating, and kinda-sorta never bothered to brake up. (Or, the queerplatonic fake dating AU where nothing goes wrong.)

Characters: Kuroko Tetsuya, Murasakibara Atsushi (Ft. Momoi Satsuki, Haizaki Shougo, and the rest of the GoM)

Kuroko no Basuke

T Rating

Warnings: Cursing (Haizaki)

976 Words

Can be read on AO3 or Fanfiction

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The Beginning (Ch1)

Murasakibara carelessly flops into his chair, which squeals in protest. He groans and runs a hand through his long hair in frustration. "Kise-chin, how do I get rid of them?"

Kise sets down his chopsticks in surprise while everyone else at the lunch table looks on in interest. It's rare that their tallest friend asks anything of anyone if it doesn't involve food, and it's usually Akashi or Kuroko that he goes to, so this is particularly strange. "Eh? You finally wanna know?! Gosh, I thought you didn't care! Okay, so I don't think shampoo is going to cut it at this point, because those split ends are bad. But don't worry! I'm pretty sure I can save at least-"

Murasakibara growls. "No. Girls. How do I get rid of them?"

"Girls?" Momoi repeats curiously.

Kise's face scrunches in confusion. "Isn't your face usually scary enough?" Murasakibara scowls at him but Kise feels vindicated by the cold sweat beading on his forehead. "S-Sorry, but I thought they usually avoided you..."

"It's the Home Economics class isn't it?" Deducts Akashi, before taking another dignified sip of his tea.

Murasakibara grunts his confirmation but Aomine still scratches his head at the conclusion. "What's Home Ec. gotta do with it?"

Midorima scoffs, pushing up his glasses with the finesse of any good Megane-type. "He recently transferred into that class after there was an opening, remember? That's the only obvious change in his school routine that comes to mind. Not to mention it's a predominantly female course."

Aomine rolls his eyes. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize this was all so obvious. Thanks Wattson."

"Hey. Help." Murasakibara pokes Kise in the cheek for emphasis, which the blond bats away.

"Okay, so what's the problem?"

"They won't leave me alone."

Kise sighs. "Meaning?"

"They keep trying to cling onto me and confess, it's a bother." The giant slumps into his seat, reaching into his pocket to pull out a stick of Umaibo to eat.

Haizaki snorts, rolling his eyes. "Oh no. What a dilemma. God, what suffering you must endure. My heart goes out to you in these trying times-"

"Shut it Haizakicchi!...Ahem. Murasakibaracchi, what did you do to attract them anyways?" Kise laces his fingers together on the table and leans towards his friend as if to project a professional air.

"Haaaah, I don't know. The teacher was impressed with my cooking so he had me assist some people."

"I...I see..." Momoi mutters with a glazed look in her eyes.

They could all see it. Murasakibara with his long hair pulled back into a ponytail, showing off his surprisingly handsome face. Him, tottering around the classroom in an apron, accidentally spewing lines out of a shoujo manga as he helps a bunch of very single and very imaginative teenage girls. No doubt they've clicked him into the trope of Jerk-With-A-Heart-Of-Gold who's both excitingly rugged and cute boyfriend material.

"Just tell them you aren't interested." Reasons Midorima.

"I did, but then they try harder."

Much like an insect caught in a web, the more he struggles the worse he’s entangled.

"Then just be meaner!" Then, as if to lead by example, Haizaki nabs a piece of sushi from Kuroko's lunch box and is quick to shove it in his mouth before anyone can object.

Just as Aomine angers on his behalf, Kuroko says, "It's fine." He then pushes the rest of his lunch towards Haizaki to avoid further drama and focuses on reading his book.

"Tch, don't encourage him Tetsu." Grumbles Aomine, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms petulantly.

"Kise-chiiiin," Whines Murasakibara. "Help."

Kise can only shrug unsurely. "I don't know what to tell you, I usually just flirt with them a bit and excuse myself. I don't think that's really your style thought..."

"Ugh."

Seeing how disheartened he's becoming, Momoi thinks fast. "Hey Mu-kun, sometimes I just say I'm already taken. Maybe that'll work for you too?" She suggests.

"But what if they ask for proof?" Prods Midorima.

"You wouldn't owe them anything." Argues Akashi, setting down his cup.

Kise grimaces. "Fangirls are pretty persistent Akashicchi, I've had to deal with a stalker or two." He shutters at the memory. He never did get those shirts back.

Aomine gets a smug look on his face as he comes up with a solution. "Just pretend to date someone."

Haizaki immediately shoots him down. "That's fucking stupid."

Momoi cringes "He's right, fake-dating never works."

Kise agrees, even nodding knowledgably. "Someone always gets hurt, and since Murasakibaracchi isn't interested in anyone, it'll be the other person."

Haizaki snorts. "Who gives a shit, it's a problem solved. If they catch feelings, that's on them."

Akashi is the only one to notice that Murasakibara has been suspiciously quiet.

"That's not how it works Haizakicchi, haven't you watched a Rom-Com?!" Screeches Kise.

"Pfft, I'm not a pussy. I'm not surprised you watch that garbage though-"

Murasakibara cuts over Haizaki mid-sentence. "Hey, Kuro-chin,"

"Yes Murasakibara-kun?"

"Be my boyfriend."

"Okay." Kuroko fails to even lower his book throughout the exchange.

There's a pregnant pause where everyone but the two involved look absolutely gobsmacked.

Momoi and Kise shriek in unison, almost as if practiced. "Heeeeh?!"

Even Aomine is in a state of disbelief. "Wait, what?"

"Are you fucking serious?! Why him?!"

Calmly, as if he isn't causing total anarchy at their table, Kuroko simply shrugs and replies with, "He asked."

Kise practically leaps from his chair and slams his hands against the tabletop with a loud smack. "Kurokocchi, be my boyfriend!"

"I'm sorry, I'm in a committed relationship."

"Ack! Kurokocchi stop playing with my heart!" Kise collapses back into his seat, dropping his head against the table with a sound thud. Momoi rubs his back in sympathy, a rather defeated expression on her face as well.

"Congratulations on your relationship, you have my support."

"Thanks Aka-chin."

AN: Idk?? What this is?? But I just love their relationship so I thought, 'Lets write a MuraKuro fic because there are none!' But then I thought, 'I just can't imagine them actually kissing.' and this beautiful AU was born. I ship Kuroko with too many people and I ship Murasakibara with Himuro, but I also feel it in my soul that they're somehow Ace.Not sure how many chapters this will have either, but I have some ideas. This'll also probably be a series of drabbles, so don't expect an over-arching plot or tight continuity.

Feel free to send it requests for future chapters! If you're Ace I'd love to hear from you in particular, since I myself am not. Updates will be sporadic o)-(

#MuraKuro #Murasakibara Atsushi #Kuroko Tetsuya #KnB #kuroko no basuke #Fic: Philia #Philia ch1 #hope you're ready for a shitshow #The last thing I needed was to start another multichap #Kuroko and Mura are ace as hell and you can fight me on this #catch me in rarepair hell

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loveaominedaiki · 7 years ago

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I really hope the askbox is open! What would be Aomine's reaction to the gom betting money on if his unborn child was going to have his hair colour or his s/o s hair colour. Turns out in the end he has twin boys and they have s/os hair colour but as they get older it begins to fade to his hair colour. Who wins the bet?

This is so cute I swear

“Ne, Midorimacchi, you’re good at science aren’t you? Are babies more likely to get their dad’s or their mom’s hair colour?”, Kise asked.

Midorima sighed and pushed his glasses up his nose, “It depends on who has the stronger genes Kise.”

“Eh, I want it to be [F/N]-chin’s hair colour.”, Murasakibara said as he shoved a lollipop in his mouth.

“And why do you say that, Atsushi?”, Akashi asked.

“[F/N]-chin’s hair is nicer than Mine-chin’s”, he replied.

“But it would be cool if their child had Aominecchi’s hair~ssu!”, Kise exclaimed.

“I think Aomine-kun’s hair would be best”, Kuroko said.

“WAH KUROKOCCHI”, Kise screamed as the phantom sixth man surprised him once again.

“Please do not yell, Kise-kun”, Kuroko said with a deadpanned stare.

“According to Oha Asa, the highest ranking is in [F/N]’s favour, nanodayo. The baby will be more likely to have her hair.”, Midorima said.

“I agree with Shintarou and Atsushi. [F/N] seems like she has the stronger genes.” Akashi said.

“Why don’t we bet on it?”, Kise exclaimed happily.

“If Kise-chin loses then buy me a whole box of maiubo”, Murasakibara said.

“You’re not the only one voting for [F/N], Murasakibara”, Midorima said annoyed.

“How about we make things simple. The losers have to confess that they were indeed betting on the hair colour of their child to Daiki and [F/N]”, Akashi said.

“Mhm, they’re sure going to get a huge scolding”, Kise said smirking.

“Agreed”, Midorima said pushing his glasses up his nose.

“Kurokocchi let’s do this!”, Kise said glomping him.

“Please don’t touch me, Kise-kun.”

“So mean!”, Kise whined.

Time Skip

“Hey babe, you feeling okay?”, Aomine asked as he stroked your hair.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tired.”, you yawned and sent him a tired smile.

Aomine kissed your forehead and then looked over to the two bundles of joy in the cradle.

“They look just like you”, he sighed.

“Is that a bad thing? Aho”, you said as you smacked his arm lightly.

He chuckled, “Nah, it’s great. Now I have more beautiful things to look at.”

“Shut up and stop being sweet.”

“Damn, I thought your mood swings would have been over by now. You sure you’ve given birth to all the babies right? No more in there?”, he asked.

“Daiki what the fuck, how is that even possible?!”, you burst out laughing.

“What? Just asking.”

“Of course I’m done giving birth, you dumbass.”

“Hm good, now we can kick things up a notch in the bedroo-OW!”

“Pervert.”

Soon after that the doors to your room burst open and the first person you saw running in was Kise.

“WHERE’S THE BABY?!”, he screamed and looked around frantically before his eyes landed on the two kids.

He saw strands of [h/c] hair on their head and his expression faltered.

“It’s not blue....”, he said softly.

“What are you talking about, Kise, baka?! You can’t just barge in here!”, Aomine snapped.

“Kise-kun I knew my fate was bad when I was paired with you”, Kuroko said.

“WAH TETSU”, Aomine yelped.

“BUT KUROKOCCHI YOU WERE THE ONE WHO-”

“Stop being so loud, nanodayo. This is a hospital”, Midorima said.

“Hello, Daiki, [F/N]. I apologize for the sudden intrusion.”, Akashi said.

“Oh it’s okay, Akashi-kun.”, you said smiling.

“Eh...it’s so....small. I could just...crush it....”

“Oi Murasakibara! If you crush my kid I’ll kill you”, Aomine snapped.

You giggled and Kise looked at you suddenly realizing how tired and weak you must be and how all his screaming didn’t help.

“[F/N]-cchi, are you okay~ssu?”, he asked.

“I’m fine, Kise-kun”, you said smiling.

“[F/N]-san needs to rest. We should go”, Kuroko said.

“Kuro-chin and Kise-chin need to say something first”, Murasakibara said.

“What is it?”, you and Aomine asked in unison.

“Eheheh, well....we had a bet....about who’s hair your children would have”, Kise said.

Aomine gave him and are you serious look.

“Kise you....jeez I don’t even know what to say to you.”, Aomine said.

“It was his idea.”, Kuroko said.

“KUROKOCCHI!”

You laughed. “Really? Well did you guys lose or something? You thought the baby was going to have his hair?”, you asked ruffling Aomine’s hair.

“Oi, is that an insult?”, Aomine said half glaring at you.

“No, I’m just saying my genes are stronger than yours”, you teased.

“I’ll show you who’s the stronger one the next time we-Ouch jesus-”, Aomine cursed as you smacked the back of his head.

“Well, I guess that’s done with. We’ll be leaving now. See you both soon”, Akashi said as he gave you and Aomine a polite nod before leaving. Soon everyone left and you sighed.

“Daiki”

“Yeah?”

“I have to breastfeed them now.”

“Holy shit, can I have some-OW JESUS WOMAN THIS IS THE THIRD TIME!”

“THE THIRD TIME YOU’RE ACTING LIKE A PERVERT!”

A few years later

“Kurokocchi! Kurokocchi do you see that?!”, Kise whisper screamed.

“See what, Kise-kun?”, Kuroko asked.

“Blue strands of hair!”

Kuroko looked over to the two identical children as they wrestled each other on the carpet. Their hair was indeed turning a dark shade of blue.

“So what do we do, Kise-kun?”, Kuroko asked.

“Hm...I have an idea”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Thank you for having us today, [F/N]. That was a lovely meal”, Akashi said.

“[F/N]-chin’s food is the best.”, Murasakibara said.

“It is quite good, I agree”, Midorima added on.

“I’m glad you guys liked it”, you said smiling.

As they put on their shoes you noticed their facial expressions turn confused.

“Is this....yogurt?”, Midorima asked horrified.

Your eyes widened and then you frowned. “Boys!”, you yelled for your kids.

“Yes mom?”, they both asked.

“Boys, did you put yogurt in your uncles’ shoes?”, you asked sternly.

“Yeah! But Kise oji-san and Kuroko oji-san told us to!”, one of them said.

You looked around and saw Kise doubling over in laughter while Kuroko just stood there.

“It was his idea, [F/N]-san. I had nothing to do with this”, Kuroko said.

You sighed, “Kise, what on earth were you thinking?”

“Kurokocchi and I won the bet! Look, they’re starting to have blue hair”, he said happily.

“Heh, told you I was the stronger one”, Aomine said smirking.

“Well, since Daiki is so strong, and Kise-kun is in such a good mood, the two of you can get on with cleaning their shoes. Now”, you snapped.

“Hah?!”, Aomine exclaimed.

“[F/N]-cchi! That’s not fair!”, Kise whined.

“That’s what you get for spoiling my kids, you idiots.”

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There! I hope you like it :) I had a lot of fun writing this one

#kuroko no basket #knb #aomine daiki #touou #aomine daiki imagines #aomine daiki x reader

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story-kat · 7 years ago

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Different anon your favorites couples in attack on titan, Haikyuu and kuroko no basket

For SnK, I have only ever had one favorite couple and that was Erwin and Levi. They were literally bonded, if you are familiar with the story line at all. I can’t, personally, imagine either of them even remotely being interested in a different person. Not after they met each other.

Haikyuu is so full of couples it’s crazy. First and foremost I love Kageyama and HInata. What’s not to love about them? They were each others firsts in so many ways, and they need each other to become the people they are meant to be. I also like Daichi and Suga, mama and papa Karasuno are one of the most balanced couples in any anime I’ve watched (this would be romantically or not). I enjoy Ukai and Takeda. I think there is so much potential for fun and merriment with those two. I have some others but they are not anything I am thoroughly attached to. I like Kuro and Tsukki, but I also understand Tuskki and Yamaguchi and Kuroo and Kenma.

Kuroko no Baskue is also another ship laden show. I will always and forever LOVE Kagami and Kuroko. This is another couple where the word soulmate would apply. They are two halves of the same person. I like Midorima and Takao, opposites coming together to make a beautiful fit. To a lesser extent I like Murasakibara and Tatsuya and Aomine and Kise, however I also like the idea of Aomine and Momoi. I guess you could call me a Holy Quartet shipper in this show, but the Kagami/Kuroko and Midorima/Takao are my primary and non-splitable couples. (I am aware splitable is not a word but I’m tired and I can’t vocabulary anymore)

#Anonymous #shingeki no kyojin #haikyuu!!#kuroko no basuke

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tetsucchin · 7 years ago

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Of Something Old and Something Blue - Chapter Two

Summary: Kagami doesn’t want to get married. Let alone to a corpse that won’t stay dead. But sometimes weddings don’t go the way people want, and sometimes there are grave misunderstandings.

Rating: T for terrifying creepy crawlies

Chapter: 2/5

Word Count: 3500+

Pairings: KagaKuro (brief mentions of MidoTaka/AoMomo/HyuuRiko later)

A/N: Happy Halloween, everybody!! I was actually going to have a bit more to this, but I thought that might be overload for one chapter. Good news for that though! I should have the next chapter out tomorrow or the next day, since it’s mostly written already. Thank you guys for reading, you’re the best. <3

AO3

“Are you sure he’s alright, Midorima-kun?”

Kagami was swimming. His head was fuzzy, somewhere neither here nor there, and unable to focus. There were so many voices around him, blending together into a cacophony of sound. Except one voice stood out, gentle and soft, and Kagami latched onto it.

“He’s fine. He’ll come around soon.”

“He’s a breather? Why didn’t you say so, Kurokocchi?”

“Leave it to Tetsu to bring a breather. This should be good.”

“Please be quiet, Aomine-kun,” the same gentle voice said. “I think he’s waking up.”

He tried to crack his eyes open, even though his body didn’t want to cooperate. His vision was bleary, just smears of colors and shapeless faces. The first thing he saw was blue hovering over him. So much blue that he felt like he was drowning and resuscitating at the same time.

His gaze shifted away to the other person above him. And all he saw was yellow. Golden eyes that matched blonde hair, framed neatly into a fine suit of pinstripes and silk ties. A sunshine smile sat against the rotting color of his skin.

Kagami’s eyes snapped open as a scream lodged in his throat.

He was blinded by the color that exploded across his irises—neon greens, luminescent purples, startling reds. Later, he’d realize it was a bar, with kaleidoscopic bottles and crooked stools. In the back of his mind, he thought it was incredible compared to his greyscale life.

But at the time, all he could focus on was the patrons.

The very dead patrons.

A rainbow of skeletons and dead bodies surrounded him, missing limbs and eyes and even heads entirely. Their skeletal grins met his terrified stare, greeting him as if he were an old friend visiting. Between the spiders crawling up the walls, the roaches at home on the tables, and the cadavers looking at him, Kagami’s spine was little more than a jelly rod.

“Hello!” the yellow-eyed corpse chimed, all cheerful and decaying daisies. “Welcome to our bar!”

Adrenaline and terror shot down to Kagami’s first, sending it hurtling towards the man’s face. He barely dodged out of the way with a shriek. Grabbing hold of the blue-eyed corpse, he hid behind him with a pout.

“Kurokocchi! You brought a crazy one!”

“He’s not crazy, Kise-kun. He’s in shock.”

“Where the hell am I?!” His voice echoed, but it was still drowned by the chatter and music.

“I told you, you’re in our bar!” His yellow eyes widened in understanding. “Oh! But for you, I guess it’s more like an underworld. We’re all dead!” His voice suddenly wilted, “Even though I used to not be dead.”

Kagami blanched. “I’m dead?!”

The other figure—the corpse from before, his mind unhelpfully supplied—moved to knock the yellow-eyed man in the ribs, producing an unsettling arrangement of xylophone cracks. “Not now, Kise-kun.”

Then those blue eyes were on him again, and his hands started shaking. He wasn’t sure if it was out of fear or fascination. Either way, he was just as trapped in that unblinking gaze as he had been in the forest.

“Please calm down. You’re not dead. I brought you here.” He was calm and composed, his palm held out to Kagami. His voice was light, feathery around the syllables, and soothing, like water to a burn.

But that didn’t stop Kagami from nearly shrieking when he saw the hand held out to him was all bone.

“Why would you bring me here?!” He punctuated each word with a backwards scoot across squeaky floorboards.

“Well,” the corpse said, as if it were obvious. “A corpse certainly can’t carry a body into town. People would talk.”

“I told you he would freak, Tetsu. They always do.”

He snapped around towards the bar, where dark-skinned man with navy eyes scowled at him. The man looked normal enough, or at least his skin was a normal color and he wore some type of officer’s uniform instead of a suit. But when he knocked back his drink of choice, it started to leak out of pinholes on the front of his shirt, like a balloon poked with needles.

It was too much. It was really, really too much.

Quick thinking had never been Kagami’s strong suit, but instinct was. So he scrambled off the ground and reached for the first object that could be used as a weapon. His hand wrapped around what could be the hilt of a sword, ready to bash anybody’s head in.

“Get back! Right now! I have—” He jerked to bring the handle forward, only for it to barely budge.

Confused, he turned to look, and realized it was indeed a sword. A sword that was attached to a person. Through a person.

He almost screamed again. But he had to make do with what he had. Fight or flight.

“I, uh… I have this dwarf! I’ll use him!” Kagami cried, yanking the sword harder so the redhead attached moved with it. He started to consider picking the shorter up and just tossing him at the crowd, when his red hair began to swivel. A heterochromatic set of red and gold eyes craned completely backwards to glare at him, the intent to kill pouring from him.

“You will release me. Now.”

Another strangled screech left his throat as he dropped the sword, backing away as quickly as he could. He tried to back up until he hit a door, then keep backing up until he ended up somewhere that made sense. Unfortunately, all he managed to do was bump into someone—something—else.

He turned, and his gaze went up and up and up, staring at what had to be a giant with purple hair. Purple hair and an incredibly large knife stuck in his head, blade and handle jutting out from his temple. The giant leaned towards Kagami with a plate of what he would say were pastries, if pastries came with centipedes sprinkled on them.

“Kuro-chin,” he drawled, “your husband is trying to leave.”

“H-h-husband?!” Kagami immediately backed the other way.

“He’s not my husband, Murasakibara-kun,” the corpse interjected. “We haven’t gotten to know each other yet.”

Jaw dropping, he barked to the pale blue figure. “What do you mean yet?!”

Suddenly, a clang of piano keys rang out, as if someone slammed their hands down all at once. Kagami thought the music had been coming from a record player, but it was with the sound he realized it came from a grand piano in the corner of the room. It was occupied by a man with skin the color of sickness, as he peered over the top of his music sheet with a scowl.

“Kuroko,” he said, pushing up his cracked glasses with a bandaged hand, “could you silence him? He’s as loud as Kise when he first arrived.”

“I wasn’t that bad!” the yellow man protested.

“You cried for a week about how you were too young to die.”

“I was too young to die!”

“He’s adjusting, Midorima-kun,” the blue corpse bowed in apology. “It’s normal for the living to yell during this, I believe.”

“Forgive me, sir!” someone interrupted from beside Kagami. When he turned to look, he felt all the blood rush from his face, his head reeling.

A head. It was just a head, carried on a platter by a headless body.

“You must be terribly thirsty!” it continued. “Can I get you anything? I am the head waiter around here.”

No. No, no, no. Fuck this.

Kagami had seen enough. He had heard enough. He was ready to leave. Now.

So he ran. His feet took off towards the nearest door, all but ripping it off its hinges as he tore into the street.

The last thing he heard was the gentle voice of blue eyes again, saying, “Izuki-senpai, your bad joke scared him off.”

Once outside, he thought that everything would turn back to normal. He’d step back through whatever hallucinatory portal he’d come through, and wake back up in his bed where his biggest concern was some dumb wedding. That was not going to happen, not after all this.

But nothing was ever that easy.

Instead, he was in the middle of a dilapidated town of dynamic polychrome. Each building was a different color, crooked and slanting in ways that defied physics, and yet had creatures entering and leaving. Everything looked so different, but it all looked the same to him. The decaying signposts covered in spider webs didn’t help either, as they pointed places with creepy names Kagami was sure he didn’t want to visit.

He picked a random cobblestone road and took off, dodging ghost carriages and skeleton horses. He didn’t bother to look back, and didn’t even bother to look where he was running, just so long as it was the opposite direction of the bar.

Which made him bump into someone.

“Sorry!” he yelled out of reflex.

The man looked normal. His eyes were closed shut, but there was no rotting skin, no weapons poking out of his body. Just an average looking guy on his average way like he was in an average town.

Until the man tipped his whole head to the side, a sliver of skin the only thing keeping it attached.

“It’s alright! Are you lost? Can I help you?”

Kagami grit his teeth against another scream, and took off running without saying another word.

He ran and ran, but no matter how fast he ran, he couldn’t escape this upside-down world. He came across three corpses on a street corner—two with brown hair and one bald—playing instruments in a cheerful beat. It took quite a leap for him to make it over their cello made of bones. Then there was a couple, a small girl and a guy with bent glasses on his nose, who were admiring coffins. When he avoided them, he ended up knocking over several caskets and apologized on instinct again.

Eventually, when his breath grew heavy, he came to a set of stairs. If this wasn’t a dream, and he really was in hell, then going up would be the best way out, right? He bounded up the stairs, taking three or four at a time. He was almost there, breaching the top, where home would be another step closer.

When the blue corpse appeared out of nowhere, like he’d been waiting there the whole time.

Kagami tried to do an about-face and run back down, only for his feet to skid on the steps. His arms pin wheeled as he tried to catch himself, but he could already feel himself start plunging. Gravity clawed at him, dragging him back into the depths of hell.

He was going to die. He was going to die, and wake up in the same damn place.

A hand of bones reached out and snatched the lapels of his suit, leaving him parallel to the ground. Another hand as cold as death grabbed his wrist. With a grip stronger than he expected from the dead, he was hauled back up onto solid ground.

As soon as he was on both feet, the corpse huffed out a huge breath, bending over to rest his hands on his knees. “Please be more careful. I’m not very strong and we may both end up at the bottom next time.”

Kagami glanced back and forth between the dead man before him and the stairs of death behind him. Red caught on blue as they stared at each other. For a moment, it felt like they didn’t need words at all, like they could have an entire conversation through gazes and irises.

It was interrupted by a blink. “Are you okay?”

“…You’re a corpse.” Kagami said dumbly.

“I am dead, yes,” blue eyes said, dusting off his suit. “I’d like if you didn’t remind me.”

He was about to ask how he could possibly forget that of all things, with his skin a mystifying blue, metacarpals for a hand, and a hole in his cheek.

But then the worst thing he’d seen in his life, worse than anything he’d seen in this hellish landscape, stepped from around the corpse’s ankle.

It was small, its tiny nails clacking on concrete as it bounced in place. A bandage was wrapped around its middle, tied in a neat bow on its back, matching the one fastened on its left ear. It was all black, white, and wagging tail, with a neat set of stitches around its paws. Most unsettling of all, its eyes were just as blue and unblinking as the corpse beside it.

He stared in horror, nose wrinkled. “What is that? What the hell is that?”

The corpse bent down and actually picked up the little monster, scratching behind its ears as the beast licked his face.

“This is Nigou. He helped me find you.”

“That is a demon.”

A pout crossed undead lips as he looked to Kagami in surprise, wrinkle forming on his forehead. “Please be nicer when addressing Nigou.”

Kagami balked so hard he nearly fell back down the stairs.

“Be nicer?! You want me to be nicer?! After you’ve dragged me to—to whatever the hell this place is! While you’re a corpse, I’m possibly dead, and that’s a dog!”

The corpse blinked. “Do you not like dogs?”

“No, I don’t, but that’s not the point!”

Those blue eyes just stared at him (both sets of them actually) and Kagami felt like he was walking into a thick fog. He had no idea where he was going, no concept of anything outside of those eyes. While it was terrifying, chills racing down his neck, he still found himself creeping closer. Like all those times before, when he looked for too long, he started drowning.

Anyone, whether dead or not, who would risk themselves to help someone else couldn’t be all bad. Kagami felt it in his gut, and he decided to trust that.

“You’re…Kuroko? Tetsu?” He rubbed at his nape. “That’s what they called you back there.”

The corpse made a face. “Please don’t call me Tetsu.” Then he bowed. “I am Kuroko Tetsuya. But I’m afraid I don’t know your name.”

“Kagami. Kagami Taiga.”

“Kagami-kun,” Kuroko said, testing the syllables. “What a strange name.”

“Yeah, I don’t wanna be called strange by you.”

Kuroko paused. Then actually laughed. It was such a light and airy sound, chiming around them with quiet mirth. Kagami couldn’t help but smile back it was so infectious.

When his laughter died down, Kuroko glanced at him before walking off in the opposite direction. Kagami stood there, staring after his too graceful steps. He…wasn’t going to just leave him here, was he? He took a few steps after him without thinking, mouth working around words he didn’t know to say.

Nigou still tucked under his arm, Kuroko looked back and gestured with his head. “Come with me for a moment, please.”

He shouldn’t. He had no reason to.

But Kagami followed him.

Tugging at his tie as they walked down streets and up more stairs, Kuroko led him to a clearing with a bench. It was surrounded by coffins and empty urns, but it was simple. Just a plain wooden bench made of jagged planks, so normal that Kagami nearly wept.

Then he saw the view, and his breath left him.

They were on an overhang, looking out over the entire nightmare town. A million stars twinkled over the kaleidoscope landscape, as bright and vibrant a place as Kagami had ever dreamed. The crooked rainbow of buildings glimmered like a smile, the roofs like teeth as people walked into its gaping jaw.

“Wow…”

A thunk sounded out behind him. His focus switched back to the corpse that led him here, who had taken up residence on the bench. His skeleton hand picked up a skull, one of the many random remains that were littered everywhere, tossed it at one of the urns. He missed spectacularly, but it hopped back for him to try again.

Kagami realized he was staring, head tilted and brows furrowed in a confused scowl. Kuroko’s free hand patted the seat beside him, an unspoken invitation left to Kagami’s discretion. He chalked it up to whatever temporary insanity he was suffering, and took his place on the bench as skulls were continuously thrown at urns.

“What the hell are you doing?” he finally asked.

“It’s a game I made up. To pass the time.” Another shot, another miss. “Every time I make it, I get two points.”

Kagami watched him curiously as he missed shot after shot. “You’re not very good, are you?”

“I’m the best player there is.”

“It’s because you’re the only player, isn’t it?”

By the twitch of pale lips, he knew he was right.

He watched until his hand trembled, as if it subconsciously yearned to join in. Like everything else, he knew that he shouldn’t, especially since he still wasn’t convinced this wasn’t a hellish fever dream. But his mouth was moving before he thought any better.

“Hey, lemme try. But maybe with something less dead?”

Kuroko paused and blinked up at him.

He flushed. “Fine! At least something that’s not a skull!”

Kuroko searched around his seat, then handed him some stray sheets of paper with his bony hand. Kagami snatched them before wadding them up, crushing a sheet between his palms. He tossed one towards an urn. It sunk in perfectly.

He really, really liked that.

There was something captivating and fun about it, something that felt right. Enough so that he grabbed another sheet of paper right after. Crumped it, then sunk it again effortlessly. Something sparked to life inside him, somewhere deep. An ember catching fire.

They sat together without saying much of anything. The only sound were the clunk of skulls and the rustle of papers, as they pitched their projectiles one after another after another. Kagami kept a mental tally of how many points they each had. Fourteen for him, two for his dead companion. Eventually, a skull was thrown and it didn’t return.

Turning to him with a smirk, Kagami teased, “I guess I’m the best player now, huh?”

Kagami could see the twitch of Kuroko’s lips through the hole in his cheek. “Maybe it was a terrible idea to bring you here, I’ve lost my title.”

Now that he wasn’t running for his life and could actually stop to breathe, the reality of everything flooded him. He looked between the powder blue skin beside him and his own warm tan, realizing that he’d been talking to someone who had died. He swallowed, needing to double check.

“So…I’m not dead, right?” he managed, voice shaky at the alternative.

“No, you’re not. I told you, you fainted and I brought you here. I wasn’t sure where else to go.” Kuroko tilted his head in thought, glancing up at the starry sky. “Actually, my leg fell off about three times carrying you. You’re heavier than you look, and you already look heavy.”

His eye twitched. “Hey, watch it!”

His lips twitched again. Then Kuroko turned to look at him, his wide stare pinning Kagami to the bench. “Are you okay? Will you go back to The Seven Bones with me?”

“The Seven Bones?”

“Yes, the bar from before.”

A dozen questions ran through Kagami’s head.

Why should he go back there? Why didn’t he demand for this guy to take him home already? And honestly, why would Kuroko even want Kagami to go back with him? After he screamed and yelled and tried to deck someone in the face?

There were so many questions, but all he managed was, “…Why?”

“I said it before, we haven’t gotten to know each other. But…” Kuroko hesitated, averted his eyes and twisted his fingers in the edges of his frayed suit. “I would like to, if that’s okay.”

This place was an absolute nightmare, a cocktail of his worst fears. It even included dogs somehow, a freaking zombie dog. If there was anything he shouldn’t want to do, it was to go back in the thick of it all. Where ghosts and ghouls could tear him apart and leave his remains to litter the street like the skulls Kuroko had been tossing.

But, when he met Kuroko’s crystal clear gaze, Kagami wanted to trust him. After not trusting anyone but Tatsuya and Alex for so long, he wanted to put his faith in a skeleton hand and hope for the best. Kuroko had saved him from a messy end on a flight of stairs, showed him this place, and taught him such a fun game.

Maybe Kuroko really did have some sort of hypnotic spell. Maybe that was why Kagami found himself agreeing.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” he said. “But, why in the world would you want to know me?”

“It’s not every day you meet someone who tries to punch a corpse.”

Kagami grinned, wild and reckless, and he realized it was something he hadn’t done in ages. “Were you a weird guy when you were alive too?”

A smile graced over Kuroko’s face, teeth glinting through his missing cheek. Somehow though, it made him look less like a dead body and more like a normal person.

He looked like he hadn’t smiled in ages either.

“I’ve been told I was.”

#Kuroko no Basuke #kagakuro #my writings #corpse bride au #happy halloween again!!#I hope everyone had a very spooky day~

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midorichan10 · 8 years ago

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KnB Overdrive Stageplay Finale (Live-viewing) Highlights

Today was the last performance of Overdrive that they screened in movie theaters across the country. My city was lucky enough to get it so I was able to watch it on the big screen with all the camera zoom-ins. (It’s like watching the DVD early)

For the whole stage report, please click here (it’s long). Here are some highlights that couldn’t be noticed (or as easily) in a live play and some stuff only in today’s finale.

Seeing the play with the cameras zooming in is so much different. Everything seems so close. Seeing the actors’ expressions during the dance in Rimfire was great. Especially for Hanamiya’s face. The dance was probably my favorite part of the play.

Kiyoshi really is a happy and smiley person. His actor does a good job portraying him.

For the finale, Izuki made puns for each rival school.

Because the cameras zoom in on the actors, you get a REALLY good view of shirtless Midorima, Takao, Hyuuga, and Kiyoshi when they’re in the bathtub.

Takao spent a minute or so singing Catal Rhythm in the tub like how he does in the anime NG shuu (with Midorima yelling at him to shut up)

Hayakawa praised everyone in Kaijo, except Kasamatsu who wasn’t pleased. Instead he called Kasamatsu short. Kasamatsu went over to Moriyama to complain who then stood on his tiptoes to make Kasamatsu look shorter.

meanwhile Moriyama more than usual really made an effort to flirt with the audience whenever he could

I can’t stress enough how good Kuroba Mario is at playing Kise. He IS Kise. His face expressions are on point in every scene, from being smiley to frustrated, to serious, to pained, and he can quickly change it too. Even when he was copying Aomine he instantly changes his face expression to mimic Aomine. You can even see him mumbling to himself as he’s trying to copy Aomine, about how he needs to focus more, etc. I said this in my report but he really does cry when he loses. You could see his tears (and snot) falling from his face as Kasamatsu tries to help him stand up.

Kasamatsu’s crying face was also heartbreaking *sobs*

Midorima actually smiled as Kuroko got past Shuutoku with his Vanishing Drive, impressed by him.

he also smiled as he admitted he surpassed his limits long ago

Today’s halftime announcement Kuroko: Kagami-kun, 20 min break. Kagami: Yeah Kuroko: Kagami-kun. If I win at Janken, make it a 1 hour break *they tie* Kagami: That was close! *they do it again and Kagami wins* Kagami: 20 min break! Kuroko: ....... *still standing there with his hand out in disbelief* (Poor Kuroko never gets his long break)

When Midorima calls Kise stupid, Kise actually pouts and grumbling at him.

Takao tries to get out of pulling the cart by running away. He tries to get Midorima to look away by saying a UFO (which didn’t work), eventually saying oshiruko which got him to look away for a second, but he still caught Takao.

no janken with the GoM this time. I guess they cut that out for the Osaka runs because they didn’t do that on Saturday either.

Narrator Tsuchida during the Seirin flashback pretends Kagami is a vending machine (as he does in every play), this time Kuroko goes over and tries to do it too. Kagami slapped him.

Tsuchida being stupid made Ono Kensho laugh that he had to turn away to regain his Kuroko face. You were able to see him smiling though.

As the Seirin senpais were shouting on the roof, 3 teachers and the vice-principal came to scold them. They were the captains of each time aka Imayoshi, Kasamatsu, Ootsubo, and the Overdriver (prop guy)actors.

Imayoshi put tape on his nose to make his voice sound stupid

Overdriver was the female Vice-Prinicpal XD

When Kiyoshi got smashed in the face, even Kaijo and Touou in the stands above cringed or hid their faces.

Hanamiya’s actor does a really good job at being creepy, both in face expression and his voice. Not to mention he was a good dancer too. He made sure to be extra creepy for the finale. When he confronted Kuroko during the match’s halftime he literally got up in his face and even put his fingers underneath Kuroko’s chin before Kuroko slapped him away. He also crawled on the ground like the Grudge or something.

The cameras really zoom in to show how serious and angry Kuroko and Kiyoshi can get.

After Kirisaki’s loss and Kiyoshi praises Hanamiya’s last shot, you can just see how conflicted and frustrated Hanamiya is in his face.

Today’s curtain call greetings were done by Kagami and Kuroko!

Kagami’s greeting was a bit long,but typical thanks and how happy he was about the play, etc. He says that the most “Overdrive” moment, aka surpassing your limits, was Midorima when he surpassed his during the match against Seirin.

Kuroko mentions how this past year he did Last Game, and when that finished he felt that perhaps KnB was over, but then he was still going to be in Overdrive so he didn’t feel sad at all. As of right now there’s no confirmation of a 3rd play yet but he hopes there will be one.

There were FIVE curtain calls. That’s A LOT. 3-4 is already a lot for a finale so that’s impressive.

They were supposed to stop at 4 but the audience kept clapping for more (even when the intercom was telling them to be safe on their way home)

Aomine and Kise held hands and bowed together, making fangirls scream XD

Shuutoku and Kaijou were dorks and waved at the cameras that were used for the live viewing

For the fourth one (because it was supposed to be the last one), Kuroko and Kagami start to walk off, but then they run back to the main live-viewing camera and give (us) a fist bump. XD

For the last one no one knew what to do because it wasn’t expected, so they suggested everyone including the audience and live-viewing audiences to do a big huddle cheer

Riko: KUROSUTE! (Kuro Stage)

Everyone: OOH!!!!!!!!!!!

And that’s it! If you can afford the DVD/Blu-Ray please buy it and support them to encourage them to make more! And also because the play itself was SO GOOD. Info on buying them can be found on my post here. (Updated info: Amiami, CDJapan, and Amazon already have them up for preorder now )

#kuroko no basuke #kuroko no basket #knb stageplay

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