#nijimura shuuzou this one's for you!!

[crehador]

happy father’s day to all the male single mothers of sports anime

[kinghe]

for @akai-anna

1.7k | rated T

i.

Akashi watched the ripples of the pond by his sandals, his arms tucked into the sleeves of his yukata in an attempt to avoid the inevitability of mosquitos. Tokyo's summer heat triumphed even well into the evening, keeping all but the blaring song of cicadas docile and languid.

"What are you doing over there, obocchan? Don't fall in."

"I would appreciate it if you would stop calling me that, Nijimura-san."

"Why not?" Nijimura came to stand by his side with a grin Akashi sensed through his words, spared from straining his neck to look. "It suits you."

Akashi blew out a soft sigh and sent an immediate warning glance before Nijimura's large hand could ruffle the top of his head. "Alright, alright," came Nijimura's amused mutter, stuffing his hand back into his pocket. "Want me to show you how?"

A smile graced Akashi's lips, slow and nearly imperceptible. He said, "if Nijimura-san is willing to indulge me, then of course, I must take him up on his offer."

"I'll teach you the proper way. Not like those idiots," Nijimura said, crouching down and rummaging through stones. The idiots he was referring to, Aomine and Kise (with Kuroko caught at the scene of the crime), were squabbling as much as they were competing earlier that day.

"You'll want to find one with a flat edge, see. Like this one. And you gotta get the right angle, so lean down a little. The technique is in the hand, so if you hold it like this... oi. You listening?"

"Yes."

Nijimura gestured him closer by crooking his finger, and Akashi bent at the knees, bracing his hands atop. Like this, they weren't so different in height. "You got it?"

Akashi's stone counted to a total of nine skips and skidding to a dribble at the end - to Nijimura's measly six.

Nijimura watched the affair with crossed arms, and spoke only a minute after Akashi's stone breached the surface and disappeared.

"Yep," he said, "that checks out."

Akashi allowed the harassment of his hair this time.

ii.

"Hey," Nijimura said when Akashi opened the door. "Thought you might be awake. Uh. My roommate brought a girl over and locked me out."

Akashi stared. "It's a long walk from your dormitory to mine. If you need a place to stay, there are surely better candidates on campus. Reo, for example."

"Actually," Nijimura scratched his cheek, the neutral scowl of his face enhanced with the situation, "I was going to ask you to help mediate stuff with the supervisor after I've put my foot through the door. Since I'll most likely break it."

Akashi blinked slowly.

"...since you're, you know, good with that kind of thing."

"I see." Akashi said. After a beat, he swung the door the rest of the way and stepped back, allowing Nijimura passage.

"Oh, it's fine. I didn't want to inconvenience you more than I already am."

"Come," Akashi said, neither a suggestion nor a demand, and rather a third, more absolute thing. The circumstance had tickled Akashi somehow, he could tell, despite the infallibility of mismatched eyes.

Nijimura paused, hand on the door frame as he frowned down at him.

Akashi smiled. "It would be my folly as captain to merely observe the overexertion of one of our star players." Nijimura had learned fast that if there was amusement, excitement - rather, any stimulation, it would show in the intensifying of Akashi's gaze rather than the cold curl of his lips. "There will be no need for violence tonight."

"Aye aye, captain." Nijimura muttered underneath his top lip, sliding past Akashi into a room that was double the size of his own, and with half a mind to flick his junior-in-middle-school-now-irritatingly-grown-up-and-in-high-school's forehead to prove him wrong. Just as soon as he stopped being ridiculously frightening.

iii.

"You used to be cute." Nijimura told him over lunch at a cafe Mibuchi insisted on to celebrate Sei-chan's graduation but deemed themselves too unwell to attend.

"Used to?" Akashi repeated, interested.

"Yeah, when you followed me around like a little duckling." Nijimura leaned back with an expression of mourning. "Now you're a menace."

Akashi raised an eyebrow.

"-Devil incarnate." Nijimura rectified.

Akashi placed the teacup between his lips and took a sip. Seemingly appeased.

"I can revert to that, if you like."

The smirk was concealed by the rim of Akashi's cup, but Nijimura caught it all the same. "No way."

"Why not? It seems to be what you prefer," Akashi quipped. Nijimura steeled himself in stone-faced despair, caught into a snare of his own making. Akashi's lips were pale pink and soft and tended to part and curl meticulously around words for clear and precise enunciation, "Senpai."

Nijimura angrily sipped his own tea like it would alleviate the heat rising in his ears.

iv.

"Ironically, you seem to become cuter as you age." Akashi said thoughtfully, "it is no easy feat to surpass me. I must commend you, Senpai."

"Oh, shut up."

a. (that one au)

"You're here again," Nijimura blurts out. Behind him somewhere, someone snickers (a mental note to have Tatsuya in a headlock as soon as the cafe closes and no one is there to report him to authorities).

"Your words imply that this is a bad thing." Redhead says lightly (mental note to somehow kick himself in the ass even later after Tatsuya has left). "I apologise if my presence is unsavory to you."

"It's not. Of course not." Nijimura says in a stilted voice. He places the menu on the table before the man, and averts his eyes when he realises he's been staring too long at the protrusion of collarbones and the shadows that dip below the fabric of a neckline. "Here."

A small smile forms on Redhead's lips. "In that case, I am flattered to have made some kind of impression on you."

"I think you'd have that effect on anyone you come across." It comes out before Nijimura's brain could activate and review, and immediately flushes. "You've got," he makes some helpless gesture, "bright red hair and - shit, I'm just gonna stop talking."

A chuckle. "No, I assure you. Please, continue."

"I wont."

"A shame. You are also exceptionally memorable, though I am certain you know this already."

"Right, yeah. The tatts," Nijimura mutters, rubbing the back of his neck. He tries his best to hide them; the manager's complaints are a ceaseless cover up, you idiot, you're scaring all my customers away and do you ever stop glaring and what are you, a delinquent? Simply put, it's not good for business.

"Well, no." Redhead blinks. "It is because you are quite handsome."

Every customer service platitude dies on Nijimura's tongue. Any semblance of coherency escapes his brain. He is an unbreathing, immobile, useless mass and this man calmly scans through the menu and then slides it back into Nijimura's stiff grasp.

"Today's special looks delightfully appetizing. I'll have that." Redhead smiles, "and your number, if you please."

Nijimura's jaw goes slack, and he strangles out some sort of reply and manages some parody of a nod before he beelines to the kitchen.

Later, when he has cooled and checked to confirm that yes, he is no longer red everywhere, he brings the man's order to him. When expectant eyes follow, he exhales, digs into his pocket and offers the sticky note to the man.

The eye contact they share is too long for him to regain his bearings and he feels the blush crawling back with fervour, but forces himself not to look away. He waits in agony for the man to take his offering, but he does not, and is thus subject to further observation. Two striking red irises pierce into his gaze, dangerous and tender.

"I can't win, can I." He groans.

"I wasn't aware we were playing a game." Redhead finally takes the note and pockets it, radiating a satisfaction similar to that of a cat with a fat load of cream.

"...Yes, you were." Nijimura says dryly.

"It is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, Nijimura-san." He grins instead, a sharp, elegant thing. "My name is Akashi Seijuro. May I ask if you are free this evening?"

b. (senpai sandwich sandwich but nijimura is the filling )

"I cannot concentrate with this abhorrent noise. If you are insistent on such juvenile hobbies, perhaps you may find the bedroom amenable."

"Hey." Mayuzumi clicked his fingers in the direction of Nijimura. "You can tell ojousama over there that the communal area is what...? Oh yeah. A communal area."

Nijimura sighed long and bone-deep, as the quarreling continued over his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Chihiro, really. Although your childishness knows no bounds, this is unbecoming of even you."

"Tell ojousama that if he has a problem then maybe for once in his life, he can move to the bedroom."

As soon as the fight escalated to Mayuzumi rising from the couch to hurl insults, his rhythm game seemingly forgotten, and Akashi responding with retorts to further incense than to pacify, glacial grin growing with each word, Nijimura grabbed the back of Mayuzumi's shirt and yanked him down, in the same fashion, whipped his head around to shoot Akashi a dark look.

They both froze.

"Do I need to spank you both?" Nijimura snapped. "Is that it? Because it sounds to me like two annoying little brats are begging for it. Or am I mistaken? Won't someone," The glare he leveled bore the legend of diminishing better men in multitudes, "kindly tell me."

There was silence. Peace, even. For a brief moment.

"Why am I not surprised you're into that?" Mayuzumi rearranged himself on the couch. "It's got your name written all over it."

"Nijimura-san," Akashi tapped the tip of his pen to his lips. "is an organic case. He has been this way since middle school."

"Gross." Mayuzumi remarked. "You were playing into each other's kinks since before puberty."

"That's enough. If Nijimura-san would like to try something, it is only fair that we afford him the same safe space we have generously provided for you and your range of deviancy."

"Well, let's hear it then." Mayuzumi nudged Nijimura with his foot, "don't be shy."

Nijimura found the bedroom was indeed amenable, especially when locked.

[akai-anna]

My gosh, I've been down a nostalgia rabbit hole and been going back to knb and nijiaka and noticed that you were still active. You've given me and other nijiakas precious memories, bless you and hope you have a lovely day!

For once, my timing was just right: coming home to see this precious ask and have the time to answer it. Today is blessed.

NijiAka is still in my heart, so utterly precious, NijiAka has become part of my soul, altered my life in many ways, and to this day I still reread my favourite fics (some of which I would love to rec or talk about TONS) and stare at my favourite pieces of art and follow my favourite Japanese artists and doujinka, still hunt for merch so I can add it to my collection, and think of them regularly.

I would still be actively talking about them if there were people who were interested in chatting about them. Just saying. You can totally take that as an invitation. Just saying.

Thank you for dropping by my askbox, you made me so happy with your words! I truly hope you have a lovely day, and may NijiAka live long in our hearts, even if the manga/anime ended ages ago!

[active-mind-15]

AHHHHHHHHH THE ADORABLENESS IS OFF THE CHARTS

Nijimura has a habit of giving head pats when he praises his kouhai. He has two younger sibling so it's an habit he had before he even started middle school, he does it without thinking about it. (On a side note, the flicks are also a habit he got because of his siblings)

They all relish in it, incuding Haizaki even though he'll never admit it, but Aomine and Akashi are particulary fond of it.

Aomine because his relationship with Nijimura is very special and he is like a dad an older brother to him, and he once held the power forward position, so Aomine admires him even after surpassing him around the middle/ the end of his first year in middle school. He probably receives more flicks than headpats but he doesn't mind the flicks anyways.

And Akashi, because he is very rarely praised by anyone, success is expected of him, and anything other than perfection is failure. And he is also incredibly touch starved. So Nijimura, ruffling his hair and saying “Thank you, you did great” when he does something as simple as filling out paperwork for the club, fills his heart with overwhelming emotion. The first few times he got teary eyes, but don't tell anyone. (Nijimura gracefully pretended not to notice, but after that he made sure to praise Akashi and give him head pats as often as possible)

Also they are both very cat-like so of course they like headpats.

[pillow-anime-talk]

his hot girl.

request: the captains, specifically imayoshi, hyuga and kasamatsu with an s/o who is very confident in her body and wears very hot girl clothes, but doesnt let other people judge her just from her outward appearance alone

# tags: headcanon; current relationships; light romance; mostly fluff; but also drama; school!au or work!au; confident!reader; protective!boys; mention of vomit in shuuzou’s part; rather sfw

includes: female reader ft. junpei hyuuga, yukio kasamatsu, shoichi imayoshi, shuuzou nijimura & taisuke otsubo {knb}

— JUNPEI

↘ That day you and Junpei went on a date to your favorite restaurant. After ordering food, you sat down at one of the tables, immediately starting a conversation about plans for the next few days; your boyfriend had a match next friday and you had two projects to do.

↘ The day promised to be calm and the weather was so warm, so pretty.

↘ While having a nice chat with a tall basketball player, you heard whispers on your right. The two women sitting next to you nervously looked at your person and talked about your outfit – tight pants with flared legs that perfectly emphasized your bottom and a blouse with a visible neckline. You loved classic combinations with a hint of extravagance and you always felt great in your body. Plus, it was a date with Junpei – of course you wanted to look sexy and feminine.

↘ You were about to say something as your back straightened and the chest was pushed forward, but your boyfriend was much faster.

↘ “It’s rude to talk about other people, especially in a restaurant. Why don’t you take care of your clothes instead of my girlfriend?” He asked with a disgusted smile, and the two women quickly hid behind the menu card. You giggled, taking your boyfriend’s hand and thanking him.

— YUKIO

↘ It was a summer time, so you had to go to the beach in the company of your closest friends and their significant other. You spent most of your time on the blanket and sunbathing your body, occasionally chatting with the girlfriends of the rest of your boyfriend’s teammates... but still mostly focused on the sun, drinking water, and your boy who having a great time in the sea.

↘ “Y/N, let’s go to the water for a while.” Nakamura’s partner proposed with a big smile, and you just nodded slightly, adjusting the straw hat on your head and also the strings of your red swimsuit. In the meantime, you heard the screams of a woman who telling someone to not look at you.

↘ You looked towards the young woman and the man (probably her boyfriend or husband), then raised an eyebrow. The blonde stranger started telling him to stop staring and you’re not that pretty at all. You... just giggled.

↘ “... Why don’t you start working on your confidence instead of insulting me?” You just said, putting your hand on your hip, and the young woman’s cheeks took on the color of a ripe tomato. “With this attitude, I do not wish you a long relationship. I’m so sorry for you, man.” You said and then you and your friend walked towards the pleasant, warm water.

— SHOICHI

↘ You and Shoichi were invited to his childhood friend’s wedding. You liked the groom and the bride very much, but you felt the eyes of the maid of honour on you, who was looking enviously at your beautiful mid-thigh dress. The bottle green perfectly matched the colors of the room, your hairstyle and make-up, which is why you certainly caught the eyes of many people. In addition, the dress had an exposed back, slight creases on the thighs and silver elements that harmonized with the jewelry you had on your ears, neck and hands that evening. You looked divine.

↘ The bride’s witness, however, had a different opinion on this. From a distance, you could hear her gruff comments about you wanting to take your eyes off Yuri and her white, beautiful dress. Somewhere between the first and second toast, you also managed to hear that you look fat in your outfit and your shoes don’t match to the rest of your accessories. You just smiled at those words.

↘ “... Should I talk to her?” Your boyfriend asked calmly and you just shook your head.

↘ “Don’t worry, honey. I will do it.”

— SHUUZOU

↘ He loves your style very very much and really doesn’t understand how another person (usually a woman) can talk to a strange girl like that.

↘ On that day you were on a trip to the mountains to celebrate your fourth anniversary of your relationship and your first anniversary as a engaged couple. The weather was beautiful and the views was so amazing. You still had less than an hour to drive to your accommodation, but you had to pee and Shuuzou decided to refuel his car. After using the toilet at the gas station, you decided to buy yourself and your boyfriend a small, warm snack. You ordered one hot dog with ketchup and mayo for your partner and a small grilled sandwich with your favorite toppings.

↘ It was hot that day, so shorts and a tank top were the perfect choice. And you could start to tan a little. Unfortunately, after paying for the meal and fuel, and after receiving the food, you heard a very unpleasant comment from one of the gas station customers; his disgusting comment about you looking like a pornstar with a dick in your hand made you immediately wanted to vomit. But your face showed anger and disappointment.

↘ “It’s sad that you have so little self-confidence and manhood that you have to insult others for their appearance. But go on. Maybe someday it will make you feel better.” You replied casually as you left the small building. Luckily, your boyfriend quickly cheered you up with a quick but tender kiss.

— TAISUKE

↘ Summer and warm evenings were the perfect time to go out to the club and party with trusted people. Together with Taisuke, his friends, as well as Takao and Miyaji partners, you chose a club where you could dance, use karaoke equipment, drink something and play bowling. You were in the middle of a little fight between you with your boyfriend and a blonde basketball player with his girlfriend (your bestie).

↘ For today’s outing, you decided to wear leather pants that perfectly emphasized your legs and butt, as well as a white, lace top with gold elements. On your feet you had the most ordinary sneakers and a black bandana on your head. Your outfit was described by Taisuke as ‘very sexy and I want to kiss you now’.

↘ You had a great time while playing and drinking drinks (alcohol or not). Halfway through your game, all the boys went to get more snacks and use the restroom. So you stayed with Junko and Sachiko and engaged in a pleasant conversation about plans for the next weeks of holidays. About the time your boyfriend and his friends left three of you, a group of four men entered the bowling alley. Seeing you and your friends, they immediately started throwing obscene comments at you all.

↘ “... Leather turn me on a lot. You must have worn that outfit to the club on purpose, huh?” The tall, black-haired teenager laughed out loud, and you frowned. You hated pushy men... or rather pushy and stupid boys. However, before you responded to the idiotic comment, your boyfriend and the other four returned to their place, immediately showing their dominance and superiority. The Shuutoku team was definitely more massive and taller than the four strangers, so they instantly fell silent.

↘ You were glad that you could count on the support of your boyfriend and friends.

[sociieties]

@peachmuses: theyre at an amusement park -- and shuuzou is staring up in awe at the largest, most scariest ride, in the entire park. " what's the word for horny but not in the sense I want to fuck this thing. " he's still staring, wide eyed up at it before he's grabbing onto zuya and makoto dragging them with him, nearly vibrating out of his skin in excitement. tatsuya gets grabbed by makoto, and he breathes out a sigh. " I'll sit with makoto. zuya, make sure idiot here doesn't try to climb out of his seat in excitement. "

makoto doesn't exactly hate his best friend, but he does. this stands the most true when they're at amusement parks, even more so when he's just finished a couple of minutes ago -- and the moment shuuzou's eyes glitter, makoto knows that he's seen it. the one thing makoto would rather avoid, but the idiot goes on and asks about excitement mere moments before he and kazuya are grabbed and dragged off. there's no avoiding this, he knows it, but if he has to go, they're all going, and he looks at tatsuya with a face that spells out muted fear and panic. just before he's out of reach, he takes tatsuya by the wrist and seals his fate as well.

" he'll do that...? " it's an honest question, one that kazuya asks as they walk up the stairs to bypass everyone else in line. ( thank you, fast passes. )

makoto shrugs, motioning towards his best friend since he's now free, watching the way he's basically vibrating where they all stand. he looks like a kid in a candy shop, he thinks. " he'll definitely try. "

the train returns / the people on it get off and they get on along with a number of other people that makoto now considers different versions of one nijimura shuuzou. stay seated and keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle. nearly immediately after, the ride pulls off and makoto swears that his life flashes before his eyes.

when it's all over, makoto's one of the first off of the ride, stumbling away from the impending fray of others that find their way to the exit. he only manages to make it about four steps past the exit before he's doubling over, throwing up and just barely missing kazuya with it. when his stomach is empty, there's tears in his eyes he's on his knees, one hand now latched onto the fence. " .... i'm never doing that shit again. "

[peachmuses]

@sociieties asked: “ here’s 50 billion yen, stop being a brat. ” // hr

it's a nice sunny day outside, and when kazuya had gotten up to get him a drink, ryou had quickly and efficiently taken the spot for themself. ( it gives the perfect view of the tv without the glare of the sun on it, and ryou's more interested in the drama anyways than kazuya is. ) nijimura tells him that kazuya's probably gonna want it back, and ryou waves him off, unconcerned. kazuya's return with water, leads to him staring down ryou who doesn't twitch until he feels the gaze intensfy and they look up innocent at best friend. " yes, ha-chan ? " " that's my spot. " " you got up. " " and it's still my spot. " " really ? where's your name on it ? " " i was sitting there. " " and now i am. you shouldn't've gotten up. " kazuya's stares and ryou smiles up at him, radiating innocence, before kazuya lets out a long-sigh and pulls out his wallet, before he counts out some cash - shakes his head and walks off. ryou thrives in victory until kazuya returns, attention turning back to the television to continue the drama there's a stack of bills in one hand and a book back in the other of kazuya's and shuuzou's head tilts watching him, as he slaps sakurai in the face with a stack of cash and sakurai's head does that thing, that shuuzou thinks is cute on cats, when things get in their face. ryou blinks, " 10,000 yen ? " and looks up at kazuya who drops a bookbag onto his stomach. half out of breath at the heaviness of the bag, ryou scowls up at him, before the weight of kazuya's sentence catches up. " what. " he's opening bag and pulling out stacks of 10,000 yens until he gets to fifty million - with plenty left to go. shuuzou blinks - watching the scene, as he hits makoto. " mako..... " are you seeing this shit, mako ? is he seeing this shit mako ? who has that kind of money just on cash in hand ? apparently fucking kazuya. who knew. " mako what's going on ? " ryou looks back up at kazuya, before shrugging and rolling out of the other's spot, " oh fine, but you know you didn't have to buy it back right ? you could've just said please. " he pats the seat, " rest up, babes. i'm gonna work you out in a little bit. " shuuzou, quietly, " .... actually, is sakurai the sugar baby ? "

[active-mind-15]

God, and Nijimura's dad was so right because in 3rd year, Akashi lost his friends and basketball became another chore to him, and that was what led to his downspiral. It truly was his friends and his love for basketball holding him together despite everything else going on in his life. And taking that away was Akashi's last straw.

The Teiko gang needed more parents like Nijimura's dad. They would've benefitted so much from even one adult stepping up and doing their fucking job. 😢

Stan Nijimura's dad for being the only adult in knb to actually be worried for akashi's health despite only hearing about him from Nijimura.

It's also worth it to note that while Nijimura is worried about Akashi, he also has faith in him but not in the way other people do.

Other people have faith in Akashi because he is Akashi. Nijimura has faith in him because he knows that if Akashi has basketball and his friends by his side, he will overcome it. And that's so sweet.

[badly-drawn-kuroko]

me: *audible gasp when Nijimura is revealed on opposing team* i roll to seduce nijimura right here on the court! 

@exuberant-imperfection (dm): omg do you really?

me: .... no.... i shouldn’t i’m playing takao... i just love him

[nonochuu]

Thanks to @handsome-kakigori for this lovely artwork  ゞ(ﾉ ・д・)ﾉ~~♥゜・

[my favorite boys are on vacation together!]

[peacharchivedtm]

tenacityreturns asked: "I think the kids are awake," tatsuya talking about aomine and kagami who can be heard having some kind of generic argument in almost hushed tones at 3am.

they’ve been talking. three am confessions of what they’re scared of, and what they want the future to look like as shadows passed on the walls. they toss around the idea of a picket white fence and 2.5 kids -- and nijimura wonders about becoming a coach. it’s time to seriously start thinking about their future. tatsuya’s going to play professionally he says. “new york knicks, you know.” he’s got his life planned , “ what about when you retire ? ” tatsuya blinks, “ a restaurant. cooking is such a large part of my life and i’d have to feed you right ? what better way than to own a restaurant?” nijimura scowls at his boyfriend. “ look at me , i’m tatsuya , i’m well-put together , i’ve got everything figured out. ” tatsuya kicks him, “ asshole. you know you don’t have to have everything figured out right ? but what it’s worth ? i think you’d make an excellent coach. i mean you basically coach taiga and you were a hard-ass captain. you know basketball and strategies better than anyone else i know.” nijimura softens, opens his mouth when: “ where do you keep your porn ? ” is the question has tatsuya and shuuzou looking at each other, and tatsuya whispering that they are awake. aomine, please its three am. it’s the only thing that either one can make out before something tips over. brows furrow -- was that -- was that the dresser ? or one of the being shoved out of bed ? they don’t have the most thin walls in the apartment so he can’t actually tell. nijimura is past the point of tired, and so , he bursts into giggles when tatsuya deadpans at him, miming one of the boys shoving at each other. “ geez, ” he says , catching his breath. suddenly a yelp as someone is shoved, and he’s laughing again, at how spot-on tatsuya had been. “ i couldn’t tell, tatsu. thanks for that. ” tatsuya smiles and shuuzou softens before hand finds the other’s hand under the blanket and entwines his fingers. their hands slot together perfectly and in the moonlight of shuu’s room , it’s quiet.  “ you know,” he says as he turns over on his side to look at him, “ you signed up for them. you could have said no. had nothing to do with it. ”  “ i think taiga would’ve brought me in anyways even if you didn’t. ”  “ maybe not as their mom. ”  “ no atsushi all but made that decision for me. ”  “ you just see a helpless guy and can’t help yourself huh ? ”  “ fuck right off , shuu. ”  a grin , “ i could fuck you. ”  “ you could. but you won’t because it’s three am and the kids are still awake and you’re tired. ”  shuuzou lets out a hum , runs his thumb over the other’s finger. he’s right of course. he twists over , just enough so that he’s looking at his door , before letting out a yell of “shut up and go to sleep. ”  “ you know that won’t work. ” tatsuya says helpfully, pressing his body into shuuzou’s. shuu is warm and tatsuya is cold. he presses cold feet against shuu’s leg’s. tatsuya grins when shuuzou lets out a curse.  “ well. what do you suggest we do then ? ”  “ hit them over the head ? ”  “ interesting. no. ”  tatsuya blinks, “ why not ?” “ if you think i’m getting out of this bed for any reason other than a death , then maybe we shouldn’t be dating. ”  tatsuya grins, slow, as he lets out a yawn. “ alright you baby. lets go to sleep. ” both aomine and kagami have quieted down -- not quiet as loud as they had been before but enough to where it can lull shuu into a sleep. a kiss is pressed into shuuzou’s head , before tatsuya himself , burrows face into the nape of his boyfriends neck. 

[active-mind-15]

Okay I went on Netflix just now and watched it and AHHHHHHHHH how have I never heard that before that was the cutest fucking thing EVER

i think if any older figure told akashi "hey youre doing really good, no seriously im super proud of you and all youre able to accomplish youre doing great :)" he might short circuit

[lunchtimerushin]

Ahhh I finally got to sit down and draw this! ;a; Thank you so much for sending me these aa//// I REALLY LIKED YOUR IDEA OF ANGEL!NIJIMURA AND AKASHI BEING A HOT DEMON PRINCE. awyes. I hope this is something that looks like it ^q^!!!

//hugs you a lot; but really; thank you so much ;v;

[peachsniped]

tenacityreturns asked: “i know you think you have to get through this by yourself, but you have people here to help you.” aomine to niji

there’s something to be said about death. death is just a destination on the road of life - birth is the beginning , death is the ending. and then rinse,  repeat. shuuzou never wants to think about it like he has been. he’s never been scared of death, not really. sure - when they told his family that his dad had an incurable disease but there was a treatment in america that could help prolonge it --- he worried. he worried about his mom who didn’t speak english and had been depending on his dad since they were teens. he worried about the twins - sweet suzume and shuuji who were only children. mostly he felt guilt. like it was his fault. he’s the one that landed his father in the hospital. he’s the one who his father said it was his fault. he’s the one - his fault. always his fault. the prodigal son who acts out. yet -- he never really thought that death would take his father. even if it was incurable. his father dealt with him after all.  he’s all but burrowed into himself , sitting on the edge of the bank , chin in knees as he overlooks the water. it’s one of his favorite places - always has been. he needed some peace , some quiet from kagami’s loud worrying and tatsuya’s slight mothering. he hears the foot-fall of aomine but doesn’t turn around. instead , he stares blankly out at the water and thinks that grief must surely be water. small - big - encompassing. it overtakes everything once it’s filled enough.  aomine sits next to him , stretches in the sunlight. he’d normally snort about how cat-like it is but today he is empty, nothing but cold winds and hallow thoughts. he’s only been back in japan for a week - or was it two ? he couldn’t really tell you. he’s not been sleeping all too well lately and he can’t really remember the last time he ate. he’s just thankful this happened after the winter cup. sure , seirin didn’t win this year , but his father got to see him play again. play seriously again. after about five minutes, aomine speaks. tired eyes slide from the water to aomine , blinking slowly as he processes the words.  a burden really. nijimura can’t talk about it because his own thoughts are so messed up from it and he doesn’t want anyone seeing just how messy they are. doesn’t want his friends to know the guilt that rests on his shoulders , his cowardice about the whole situation. death is a cruel lover. there’s thunder above him and he does not move. aomine isn’t looking at him - instead gaze lazily focused on the water and shuuzou wonders just what it is that he’s thinking about. he doesn’t know that tatsuya and taiga had been talking about how worrying shuuzou has been acting ; doesn’t know that they’ve mentioned he’s barely eaten anything in the two weeks he’s been home. he doesn’t know that taiga mentioned that he hasn’t even looked at a basketball since he’s gotten back and he’s not been doing his daily jogs to keep in shape.  he lets out a breath of air through his nose before he turns his gaze back to the water that now was being hit with rain-drops. gaze turns upwards to the sky and the rain pelts his own face. sharp like the knife of death. tongue pushes across teeth as he sits there. finally , “ i know. ” he says , turning his gaze back to the ground. he’ll get sick sitting in the rain like this probably. he deserves it. “ i appreciate it. ”

[ameliyaahn3]

hi lovely! may i have a knb & hq matchup pls? 💛 i’m straight 5’6, 17 yrs old girl! i’m isfj & 9w1! i’m a social introvert, who’s a listener— i can be very talkative with those i’m close with. i’m sorta dorky! i enjoy studying/learning new things! i try to be kind & friendly; my friends say im a mom. tho i have a playful side. i like playing sports, reading, writing & drawing. i dislike conflict and confrontation. i like rainy weather, cuddling up & good conversation! my word is catalyst! ty! ✨

Sure you can haha ! Don't worry I saw the 🖇 in the second ask that you send, that was fun and surprisingly fast to do!

Kuroko no basket >>>>

I match you with...

Kotaro Hayama

How can I even start ? You two would fall for each other so hard in a matter of what ? two minutes ?

First meeting was probably because Kotaro needed help to improve his grades in litterature.

He was amazed by your knowledge and experience in this and you found it funny how he wasn't closing his mouth during the whole date study session.

You give him a little bit the taste to learn new things, even the "academic" ones.

Since Kotaro is a very sociable person he managed to make you open up to him, allowing you to be your true dorky self and in return you let him say everything he have in his heart.

I think that Kotaro can be pretty serious at times so he's able to handle good and interesting conversation.

However, he likes to don't think too much and would rather talk about light-hearted things.

This is why he enjoy your playful side so much despite you act like his mom sometimes.

He laugh when he find that you sound like it but do everything you say AnYwAY cause he don't like you to worry for him.

AND that he don't want you to be mad at him, one of the scariest thing for him.

He's so weak for you that he stop being loud when you're around for yours ears sake but he can't restrain himself to show everyone you're his girlfriend, you need to teach him privacy.

Want to cuddle during a relaxing rainy day ? Kotaro is always here and appreciate with you the weather. His hands are warm asf and the sensation of his finger runing through your arms is just so relaxing.

Protects you everything it cost, as much as you do.

Isfj people tend to like bad boys, I don't say that Kotaro is one of them but can give you the vibes..😎

There is a high complementarity, similar to the Sun and the Moon between you two, feelings don't stop increasing through years and they're so quick it's scary.

Haikyuu

I match you with...

Nishinoya Yuu

Kiyoko ? Who's that ? You're his only one religion.

He worship you like... wait nothing worth the comparaison.

Seriously he admires you a lot : You likes sports, "intellctual" things like books and you're a really kind person.

He make you feel like a godess, he's such a simp.

Your friendly introversion is your big charm ! It allow you in addition of your playfulness to keep up with him.

Also you stop him when he goes too far on his training and let him say everything he want without asking much in return.

He even think that you're too kind for your own good, Nishinoya is very insistant about you expressing everything you want to him like Kotaro.

Height difference don't stop him to be your bodyguard and actually he don't even notice.

He would obviously ask you to draw him multiples times and tries to draw you too. Don't judge his poor drawing skills plz he already know.

but about writting and reading, he can't do much as asking you to briefly tell the story then give you his opinion if he find something to say...

He catch up with cuddles and diverting you everyday !🥺 Also he tries to learn about amazing things too like animals and others countries culture !

Nishinoya is pretty phylosophical and a big motivation too !

You can't help but feel just so proud of him when you come at his matchs.

He would return the favor by being your trainer n°2 if you're really into sports.

You two just talk so much and about everything that can exist in the world but surprisingly you aren't short of conversation and you will never.

Karasuno's libero will drag you to his crazy world and you will be the sort of pillar that keep his feet on Earth.

Others potential matchs :

Bokuto Koutarou (he's such a close second), Shuuzou Nijimura.

[sociieties]

kazuya's used to it, fighting with shuuzou, arguing with him until the sky turns black and the ground cracks open. he knows what buttons to push and which ones to skillfully avoid / doesn't care enough to watch his mouth from time to time, but that's him. usually, however, luckily, when that happens, they're not alone. they're usually not alone for that reason, but now it's shuu and og on opposing sides. hara kazuya has never once considered that he'd have to be the one to keep shuuzou from hitting someone / and yet. and yet, shuuzou stands there still as stone underneath his hold. but he can't watch his fucking mouth. " god damn it. "

he knows that certain comments can't be allowed to slide.

og, as fully expected, doesn't hesitate to pull back before swinging on shuuzou, open target, very cleanly in the face with a hard connect. shuuzou's released afterwards and kazuya reaches for og, who's pulling from kazuya as if he were disgusting and contagious. " fuck you. " hitting him once isn't enough, and he tries to do it again just to be stopped by kazuya, who'd gotten in the way. " fuck you! " he screams with every fiber of his being. " i'll fucking kill you, " to nijimura. to kazuya, " move. "

" no. "

the nails that dig into him doesn't bother him -- barely registering them as his mind whirls and mood gets darker and darker by the second. it had been fine / things had been fine. and yet , he can't seem to remember why they were fine. shuuzou spits out his own venom, " those little whores of yours cause drama wherever they go, and you want to put her in the middle of that mess ? you can't even decide who you want to be with. " momoi is a big girl / she can handle herself but shuuzou briefly thinks before rage eats away at the thought that she shouldn't have too. curtain of anger falls over him / darkening and suffocating him and the thrum of fight lingers in his veins. kazuya grabs on him / holds his arm and narrowed dark eyes focus on og. " fuck you, " he spits out in ryo's direction not struggling against kazuya's hold. " you don't know shit about what happened. "