#touo

[thealternateuniverse]

Jealous

Aomine Daiki x Reader

"That's disgusting, Kise," you grimaced as Kise threw his towel, drenched in sweat, toward you.

"Rin-chi, come here," he motioned for you to come closer.

You stopped yourself from slapping him. He didn’t seem bothered by the fact that they were losing to Touo. It was the fourth quarter, and Touo was leading by 12 points. Kaijo’s loss against Seirin had already been tough enough, but Kise seemed to have different priorities tonight. Just like Daiki—Aomine, who usually found the game boring but was actually playing hard today.

You glanced toward Touo’s bench and quickly looked away when you noticed Aomine staring in your direction.

"What happened to the game plan, Kise?" You crossed your arms, looking down at him as he sat on the bench, chugging his Gatorade.

"Change of plans. Something’s wrong with Aominecchi. He seems determined to crush me today."

Kise's words made sense. Something was off with Aomine. He was playing, but it felt more like he was competing with Kise. The first quarter had gone fine, but since then, Aomine had been focused on preventing Kise from scoring or even trying to foul him.

"And?" You raised an eyebrow.

Kise grinned mischievously before answering.

"Nothing. I’ve got some ideas now. I think I know what to do," he said, standing up.

You scrunched your nose when Kise threw his arm over your shoulder and playfully kissed your forehead, just like he always did when teasing you. It was disgusting. He didn’t smell bad, but he was drenched in sweat, and it was sticking to you. You pushed him away, but he only laughed.

"Damn, focus, Kise," you muttered.

Kise shook his head, grinning, before running back to the court as the timeout ended.

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The fourth quarter was even more intense. Aomine was one foul away from being benched, but he guarded Kise like a hound dog. If you didn’t know them better, you'd think they were about to start a fight at any moment—one foul from either, and it could have turned ugly.

"What's up with number 5?" Mitsuhiro muttered, frustrated. They had noticed it too.

Touo won by 6 points. Kise's attempt to narrow the gap to 3 failed, as Aomine was relentless in preventing him from scoring throughout the quarter. After the handshake, Kise whispered something to Aomine, which seemed to put the latter in an even worse mood. Despite the win, Aomine didn’t look happy. He shot one last glance in your direction before heading to the locker room.

Kise, on the other hand, seemed to have won. He didn’t look upset at all when they all returned to the bench.

"What was that about?" You asked him.

"Nothing, Rincchi. Aominecchi is still Aomine," Kise replied with a grin, then threw his arm around your shoulders, dragging you toward the locker room.

"Come on, Rincchi. Let's grab some ice cream after."

You were glued to your phone, watching the game while waiting for Kise. You had been so focused on Aomine and Kise dogfight that you almost forgot you needed to study the game later.

You nearly dropped your phone when someone suddenly dragged you into the locker room.

"What the—Daiki!" You managed to catch your phone just in time.

Aomine shut the door and locked it. He was already changed into his Touo warm-ups, his hair damp, and his duffel bag hanging off his right shoulder. He tossed it somewhere—God knows where.

"What the hell is your problem?" you demanded.

You hadn’t spoken to Daiki in a long time, not since Teiko High. You never planned on transferring schools, but after the team disbanded, you were left alone. Daiki had been your "Kise" back then, but after all the victories, he seemed to lose his passion for basketball. He practically ghosted you before moving to Touo. Things hadn’t been the same without them in Teiko. Your parents had wanted to send you to Rakuzen, but it was too far from Tokyo. You ended up at Kaijo, which wasn’t terrible—at least Kise was there.

Daiki didn’t say anything. He just stared at you. You couldn’t meet his gaze for long. Up close, he looked so different. Taller. Leaner. He used to smile constantly during junior high, so carefree, back when he still loved basketball. But now, all you could see was that scowl, and bored expression. It frustrated you, seeing him hate something he once loved so deeply. You just wanted to wipe that expression off his face.

"What? Are we going to just stare at each other all day?" You crossed your arms, watching as his eyes flickered on your breast. Classic Daiki. How Satsuki ever put up with him for all these years was beyond you.

"Are you and Kise dating?" he asked, completely out of the blue.

You blinked, stunned. You hadn’t seen or spoken to Daiki in years, and the first thing he asks is whether you and Kise are dating?

"Why?" you asked, voice cool but guarded. You didn't confirm or deny it, watching him step closer. It was the kind of question that made no sense, but you couldn’t help but feel irritated. You took a step back, but his long strides quickly closed the distance, cornering you against the wall.

"Answer the fucking question," he said, his voice low, demanding

"Wow! Nice to see you, Daiki! You left for Touo without a word—no text, no explanation! And now you're asking me if Kise and I are dating?"

The words stung, but it was the tears burning at the back of your eyes that you struggled to keep in check. You locked eyes with him, defiant, challenging him to say something.

Daiki didn't back down, his gaze sharp, studying you as if searching for some hidden truth.

"I beat him today. And I'll beat him every chance I get until he gives up basketball."

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

"I don't understand," you said, your voice shaky but determined. "You were gone... now you're here, and you want to beat Kise. What does any of this have to do with me?"

You didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence. Without warning, Daiki closed the distance between you by kissing you, his kiss aggressive and overwhelming. You tried to push him away, but he was relentless—his grip too firm, his presence too intense.

He broke off from the kiss, and without thinking, your hands shot up, landing across his face in a slap. The impact echoed in the small space, but Daiki didn’t even flinch. He didn’t budge. His expression remained unreadable, but something flickered in his eyes.

You weren’t sure why you slapped him. Maybe it was the rush of emotions—anger, hurt, confusion, that had been building up for so long. Maybe it was the shock of seeing him again, after everything.

"I'm sorry," Daiki sighed, his voice heavy with something like regret. But you couldn’t tell if it was genuine or just him trying to smooth things over.

You sucked in a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. But the flood of emotions, the pain, the unanswered questions, the years of silence—rushed at you all at once. The years you’d spent thinking about him, wondering why he left, why he didn’t even say goodbye, felt like they were crashing over you in that moment.

You stood at 5'6", but Daiki’s towering presence only seemed to make you feel smaller. You pushed against him, the force of it useless. He didn’t move. He didn’t even flinch.

"You..." Another push, but he barely flinched. "fucking..." You pushed again, but it felt useless. "asshole." The words were sharp, a mix of anger and hurt, your breath coming in quick bursts.

Before you could react, Daiki grabbed your arm and pulled you into an embrace. His grip was firm yet somehow comforting, as if he was trying to hold you together even when you were falling apart.

"I'm sorry..."

His words hung in the air, and, despite the anger still boiling inside you, a warmth began to seep into your chest. His embrace felt different now, heavier in a way that made you ache. You missed him—missed the way things used to be—before everything felt so off. When he left without a word, it hurt more than he'd probably ever understand. Basketball wasn't the same anymore, but he didn’t even bother to say goodbye. Just a simple text would’ve been enough, but he didn’t even offer that.

"I hate you!" The words came out between ragged breaths, a release of everything you had been holding in.

Daiki’s hands found your shoulders, his touch grounding, even if it felt like it might break you.

"I know, baby. What can I do to make it up to you?" His voice was low, almost pleading, and then he pulled you in, brushing his lips softly against your forehead. The touch was tender, a stark contrast to the storm that still raged inside you.

"Remind me to beat the crap out of Kise for kissing you."

Your lips curled into a smirk. So, he had been watching you and Kise earlier, piecing together his own conclusion that you two were dating. You shuddered at the thought. What you and Kise shared was strictly platonic—always had been. Even back in Teiko. Kise had always been like that, affectionate and carefree, but never crossing the line. It was just the way he was, even with Satsuki around. Now, here in Kaijo, it was no different. He was just comfortable around you, a female who didn’t overthink every little gesture or word.

"You idiot, we're not dating. That's what you get for ghosting us." You playfully hit his arm, a smirk tugging at your lips.

Daiki scratched the back of his head, his awkwardness evident as he tried to brush it off.

"It seems so, the way he said it earlier," he muttered, still processing what Kise had implied.

Confusion flickered across your face for a moment before a mischievous grin spread across it.

"You're jealous, aren't you?" You teased, your voice laced with amusement.

Daiki groaned, remembering Kise's words earlier. He couldn't help but feel a growing irritation at the thought of Kise’s smug expression. A little voice in his head reminded him to hit his former teammate when they crossed paths again.

"What's got you worked up today, Aominecchi?" Kise asked

He hadn’t planned to be so invested in this game, but the way Kise’s presence kept pulling his attention toward the Kaijo bench stirred something deep within him—a mix of irritation and something else he wasn’t ready to confront.

"Woke up wanting to eat you alive," he answered, his annoyance dripping through his words.

Kise just laughed, already sensing the irritation bubbling inside his former teammate. He knew exactly what buttons to press to rile Daiki up.

"I see, good luck Aominecchi. Just like you, I’m inspired to beat Touo today," Kise said, intentionally glancing toward the Kaijo bench where you were watching the game with focused intensity. His eyes glinted with mischief, adding more fuel to the fire.

Daiki’s jaw clenched as he heard Kise's words. "I promised someone I’d win today so I can ask her out."

"Kise is dating someone, not me, of course."

Aomine let out a sigh of relief. He had been worried, thought maybe he was too late to even consider his own chances. Kise had really gotten to him this time.

As for you, seeing Daiki again felt like a breath of fresh air. Sure, it hadn’t started off smoothly, but there was something about seeing him on the court again, seeing him actually care instead of boredom or little to no effort playing that you hadn’t seen in years. It was like a missing puzzle piece falling back into place.

"So, that means I can take you out?"

You snapped out of your trance, surprised by the sudden question.

"What?"

"If you and Kise aren’t dating, then I can take you out?" His voice was laced with hope, yet you could hear the nerves creeping in. Daiki’s usual confident air was replaced with something almost vulnerable, as if he was unsure whether to expect rejection or acceptance.

You tilted your head, pretending to consider the offer. In truth, you already knew your answer, but teasing him a little felt good. Daiki’s unease was endearing.

"Okay, only if you beat Seirin."

Daiki exhaled sharply, a mixture of relief and tension flooding through him. He was confident in his team, sure of his abilities, but something about Seirin—especially that Taiga Kagami—had him on edge. He wasn’t one to back down from a challenge, but you could tell he was still stewing over the possibility of facing someone like Kagami.

"Okay, but can we have some ice cream after this?" Daiki’s tone softened a little as he tried to make the best of the situation, though you could tell he was still thinking about the game ahead. "Satsuki wants to see you."

Your face lit up at the mention of Satsuki. It had been too long since you'd seen her face-to-face; the last time was before the season started. Texts and calls just weren't the same.

"Can we bring Kise along? We were supposed to have ice cream too," you suggested, a teasing smile playing at the corners of your lips.

The moment you said Kise’s name, Daiki’s expression immediately darkened. His jaw clenched, and his frown deepened. You couldn’t help but laugh internally at how obvious it was.

"Come on, Daiki. It’s just Kise. He’ll be delighted to see Satsuki, too," you pleaded, leaning in just slightly to soften the blow.

Daiki sighed in surrender, the fight leaving his shoulders as he rolled his eyes. Despite his grumbling, you knew he’d go along with it. He always did when it came to you.

[summer-nights19]

You don't know me part 1

Daiki Aomine x fem reader

You looked down at the court from the elevated corner of the Touo academy stadium. Despite the glaring lights, the corner remained a place of partial shadow, hiding your face as you watched. It had been three years since you were last on the court- 3 long, painful years full of bitterness and yearning, so, as a general rule, you tried to avoid watching games- for the most part, all they did was remind you of what you'd lost. However, whenever you heard that one of *them* was playing, you just couldn't seem to be able to control yourself. You had to go and watch.

The generation of miracles. Once your closest friends and companions. While Teiko was known for its dominating boys' basketball team, a it was little known by most that they also had a pretty strong girls' basketball club. You'd played as a shooter for that club for the majority of your middle school career, climbing your way up to the top and taking your team with you. After practice, you'd often hung out with the boys in the gymnasium and on the way home, and, over time, you'd become good friends. At least, that was how everything had been before that wretched day near the end of your 3rd year. The day that brought your career to a grinding halt.

With the start of high school, everyone had taken separate routes and you'd lost touch with them. Even though you acted indifferent, part of you couldn't help but feel a little sad about that- you'd loved hanging out with the guys: going to town or visiting clubs with Kise, sharing Atsushi's snacks, poking fun at Midorima as he lugged around his "lucky item" for the day, discussing the season's basketball highlights with Kuroko, lounging around and talking with Aomine after school... you hadn't realised how much these moments had meant to you, how much they'd filled up your life, until they were gone. You often wondered if they felt that way too.

Generally speaking, you hated watching basketball nowadays. It was a painful reminder of what you'd lost. When you'd been asked to coach the basketball team at your school, Seirin , you'd declined without a second thought. However, it always felt different when it was one of them playing. When you watched them, you felt like you were on the court with them, moving as one. You forgot for a time.

It was no different tonight as you watched Aomine play some B-tier school during the opening bracket of the Winter Cup. He was agile as always, weaving his way in between his opponents before they even had time to react and shooting one basket after another. His own teammates barely had the chance to touch the ball. You smiled to yourself, remembering your many 1v1v matches with Aomine back in middle school. Whenever you two needed to settle anything, it'd be done on the court. You needed a favour ? sure, if you could score 10 points before him. He wanted the answers to last week's assignment ? You'd give them to him if he managed to beat you. You pretty much never beat him- you came close sometimes- but he was quick at regaining the upper hand. Despite this, you'd improved greatly thanks to your 1v1s, something that even Aomine admitted. He'd often teach you new techniques or give you advice on how to improve your form, and, though he wasn't very patient, you learned over time.

"Why are you always teaching Y/N-chin those techniques ?" Murasakibara asked him one day when you guys were eating lunch together. Aomine had gone red and averted his gaze

"Playing against her gets lame if I win all the time," he'd replied, still not looking at you.

The buzzer sounded for the end of the first quarter, the familiar sound snapping you out of your thoughts. It was time to leave now, before they had time to notice you. You couldn't face seeing them again, not yet.

Making sure no one was looking, you crept out using a side exit while the players were still ambling off of the court. Every time you finished watching one of their basketball games, you were overcome by a strong feeling of nostalgia.

You always wondered why you did this to yourself, yet somehow you could never seem to stop.

Unconsciously, you began to walk faster as the cold night breeze sliced past your skin, anxious to get out of there before the memories completely took over your mind.

"Y/N ?" The voice that calls you is deep and rich, yet somewhat lazy.

Before you can even process what is happening, you're turning around and setting your gaze on the source of the voice.

Daiki Aomine.

Possibly the last person you want to see right now, especially after everything.

Masterlist

[imagine-knb]

Touo, Kaijo, Shutoku captains, and Yosen vice-captain reaction/ respond to a cute manager from their opponents that smiles at them before their game starts?

(rather flirty or interested kind of smile to them, perhaps adding a wink too if you'd like(?))

Kasamatsu: He had been trying to avoid eye-contact with the other team's manager since the beginning of the match, afraid that the flush of his cheeks and the nerves in his eyes would be obvious. The second she sends a flirtatious wink his way however, Kasamatsu completely short-circuits. Despite his fellow teammates encouraging him to walk up to her and start a conversation, he finds his knees locking and his mind going into overdrive.

"Wh-what?! N-No way! I can't do that!" He truly was hopeless around women.

Imayoshi: "Oh? What's this? Seems like our opponents have a little flirt with them."

He's amused by the flirtatious looks the female manager is sending his way, a smirk curling onto his lips. It doesn't take much convincing for Imayoshi to walk over to her after the game, making small talk — the fact that his team had won makes her obvious attraction to him even sweeter, in his opinion. By the time he's leaving with his teammates, Imayoshi has her number scrawled onto a piece of paper tucked away in his jacket pocket for later.

Otsubo: He sees the flirtatious wink she sends his way halfway through the game and almost has to do a double take. When he confirms that it was actually for him, Otsubo returns her look with what he thinks is a charming smile. He's at least polite enough to wait until after the match to approach the opposing team's manager, starting the conversation off by commenting on all the looks she was giving him.

"Well, you're still looking at me the same way you did earlier, so I know it's not a distraction tactic now."

Okamura: "I've been waiting for a day like this and it's finally happening to me!"

He almost embarrasses himself by yelling that phrase out loud to his teammates. They're all — of course — in denial that the cute manager from the opposing team would be into their captain like that. Okamura proves them all wrong by walking right up to her, starting a conversation, and they're all surprised when she reciprocates willingly with more flirtatious looks sent his way. Now all he needs to do is not mess this chance up!

[444namesplus]

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[f0xd13-blog]

They be like "this is a tradition" lol want to gladiate again? Put slaves fighting each other again but this time around they will be whitties from europe... because your traditions were always like this and y'all should just move on and built new ones but no... bullfighting? Created for us to slay our own deity (shiva adopted the form of a bull and corridas the touos exist in indian since ancient time also in turkey and madasgascar has bull fighting with japan has bull sumo wrestling) every past bullfighter was a romani , joselito and manolete an example... althought I still respect them because I know what it is to be in that cultute don forget that the bull doesn't consent it. And europe only has this sort of traditions... the romarias ... why tf do they do that? That was our paraded from carnivals that you've forbidden!!!!! You want to forbid legit arabic people.of wearing their headpieces in school and them parade with them to do silly dances? Why we live on the conditions that we live to this day? Europe is rotten and it's people don learn so we better just make them learn.

[gayestpiano]

die die die shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut the FUCK up SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUR TOUO SHUT UP SHUT IP SHUT UP SHUT IP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SYUT UL

[kaiisers]

I know no one will see this but fuck touo’s coach can fucking get it over and over and over and o-

[ghostfacekickasshero]

JWXJWJXW

DON’T WORRY I HAVE THE SUBTITLES

Taiyō: Kisuri, can you PLEASE stop being a prick over this

Kisuri: Honey, you can’t deny how you slipped at the toilet yesterday.

Taiyō: DOESN’T. MATTER. *dramatic sigh* I don’t know if you read the etiquette on kings, but they don- (make the same mistakes twice- is what he would of said before being interrupted by Tsuki)

Tsuki: HI TAIYŌ! I overheard your conversation!

Taiyō: TOuo-HOugh-HOUgh (panicking sound) TSUKI- I- sorry EUHEJJDEJDJEDJEJD (STARTS SCREAMING)

uhhh 75 minutes later..?

-In the background, Taiyō is moaning in pain-

Tsuki: KEEP PUSHING! KEEP PUSHING! PLEASE, SOMEBODY HELP HIM! PLEASE! (The rest is unintelligible for me to remember. But you know what was intelligible?)

OHHHHH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH

Taiyō: YOU cannot tell me how much I hate you right now KI-su-RI

Tsuki: Wow..I didn’t know you wanted to kiss Taiyō.

Taiyō: DON’T YOU EVER TALK ABOUT THAT!

(Kisuri just laughs in the background, because.. you know why 🚆)

@clownpalette I did the challenge 😭

i’m supposed to be sleeping but i did it duejfksjcmencdncne

(Lemme know if you can’t understand what i dubbed)

Also hope u enjoy :>

[dailyprospit]

@daily-derse/ @touo! Happy birthday from all of us at dailyprospit! It’s been a bit weird what with you waging war on us and all but we all still hope you have a good one!

[thealternateuniverse]

Generation of Miracle (2nd Gen)

HEAD CANONS

So this is basically if GOM had kids. Kind of exaggerated, but who knows? Maybe these spawns are the subtler or much worse version of GOM themselves. Also, I wrote this when my heart was broken during New Year's eve. I was crying, so excuse me if this is shitty. The twins one is kinda long (IKR), I was thinking of making it as Akashi's two personalities but yeah, close.

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Seiua and Seika Akashi

Seijuro returned to Tokyo during his college years, settled down after graduating and started a family. His twin children, Seiua and Seika, enrolled at Touo Academy after their Junior year at Seirin. Seiua, like his father, inherited remarkable basketball skills. If Seijuro’s other personality had a physical form in this world, it would be Seiua, though tempered, and without the violence and the controlling tendencies that defined his father's earlier years. Seiua carried the same magnetic presence, but his influence was subtle rather than domineering. His mere presence on the court was enough to command respect. His teammates listened without question, drawn to him not by force, but by the quiet strength he exuded. It was this understated authority that earned him the title of team captain, a leader in every sense of the word not because he demanded it, but because those around him instinctively followed. Seiua had his father's ability, but where Seijuro had once been a storm, Seiua was the calm that followed in its wake.

Girls fawned over him — who wouldn’t? Rich, handsome, intelligent, a gentleman with the poise of a young heir. His natural talent and skill, especially on the court, only added to his allure. And then there were his eyes. The deep red irises, almost ethereal in their intensity, that made even the most casual glance feel like an unspoken promise. Yet Seiua barely noticed the attention. It didn’t matter to him. The only two women in the world who truly held his focus were his mother and sister.

Seiua's protectiveness of Seika was evident in the smallest, quietest ways. He never needed to announce it, but his every action seemed to circle around her,from the watchful eyes that tracked any boy who dared approach her, to the way he subtly intimidated them. To him, they were mere shadows next to his and his father's treatment of Seika. His mother had made it clear: always protect your sister. And Seijuro, though distant, had reinforced that rule.

Seika, on the other hand, embodied the very definition of an heiress. Well-trained, poised, and prim, she had always been the model of grace. Growing up, her circle of friends was small — Shizuka Midorima, Tsuyu Kuroko, and Ayami Murasakibara, her childhood companions. Their classmates often found themselves intimidated by her presence; her heterochromia, with its striking red and amber eyes, gave her a cold, unapproachable air. Yet, beneath that composed exterior, Seika was the complete opposite of her twin, Seiua. She wasn’t distant, but rather, deeply focused, analytical, and introspective. She preferred the company of her few close friends and rarely engaged with others unless necessary.

Both twins shared a profound connection to basketball, though their approaches were starkly different. While Seiua was the embodiment of raw talent and court presence, Seika’s brilliance lay in her analytical mind. Her basketball IQ was extraordinary, and when combined with Seiua's skill, the result was a deadly duo. Her ability to read the game, to anticipate plays before they even happened, made her an invaluable asset on the court.

Despite her unique appearance and seemingly aloof nature, Seika had grown into a beautiful young woman. Her looks were striking, her heterochromia giving her a regal, almost ethereal quality, yet her beauty only added to the intimidation factor. Throughout her years in Teiko and later at Touo, several boys attempted to approach her, but were always deterred by the ever-present shadows of her older brother, Seiua, and their childhood friends, Daisuke Aomine and Ryu Kise. The boys' protective presence only reinforced her air of untouchability. But Seika was indifferent to the attention, her focus never wavering from the court or her close-knit circle.

Except for Daisuke.

Daisuke Aomine was the one person who could always break through her composure. He was lazy, mean-spirited, with a penchant for Playboy magazines and who knows- probably porn. His behavior was the complete antithesis of a gentleman, and she hated every bit of his rowdiness. He constantly teased her, taunting her for her heterochromia and mocking her in a way that made her blood boil. Their banter full of insults and sharp words never seemed to stop, often escalating until either Seiua or Shizuka had to step in to stop the noise. Back when they were kids, Daisuke’s jabs were enough to bring Seika to tears, and though she would never admit it, those memories of vulnerability still stung. Despite her disdain for him, however, Seika couldn’t ignore Daisuke’s undeniable talent on the court, and reluctantly, she had to give him credit where it was due. No matter how much she hated his attitude, his skill in basketball was indisputable.

The twins excelled in nearly every aspect of their lives; academics, extracurriculars, and, of course, basketball as befit the heirs of the Akashi household. Their parents never pressured them to be perfect, yet perfection seemed to run through their veins. Seika and Seiua were driven not by expectation, but by their own intrinsic need to exceed, to surpass every challenge placed before them. Their bond, forged on the court and strengthened by years of shared experience, was unbreakable. And while Seika’s cold exterior might have kept most people at a distance, those closest to her knew the warmth beneath it especially when it came to her family. Ryu Kise

Ryu is an only child, and as such, he considers his childhood friends as his siblings. With his parents often away, his father a pilot and his mother a flight attendant — Ryu became something of an adopted child in his circle. He was always surrounded by his friends, finding solace in their presence whenever his parents were absent.

From a young age, Ryu inherited his father’s basketball skills. The difference, however, is that while Ryota only developed an interest in the sport during junior high, Ryu and Daisuke had been playing together for as long as they could remember. When Kise was in town, the trio would spend hours on the court, pushing each other to new heights. Ryu had always been determined to surpass his father's skills, which is why he kept a tape of his father’s legendary game against Jabberwock. Ryu’s goal was clear: perfect the Perfect Copy while still remaining in the zone, all without draining his stamina. Just like Seijuro with Seiua, Ryota supported Ryu’s love for basketball without ever pressuring him to follow in his footsteps, but Ryu’s passion for the game was undeniable. Basketball became his escape, a way to distract himself from the loneliness of growing up with parents who were seldom around.

On one occasion, while accompanying his childhood female friends Tsuyu, Ayami, and Shizuka, a modeling agency approached Ryu, impressed by his looks. However, Ryu politely declined, his focus unwavering, basketball and academics were all that mattered to him. Unlike the twins, who had a more reserved and sometimes distant demeanor, Ryu was approachable, with a natural charm that drew people to him. He was the definition of the "boy next door", tall, blonde, dependable, and with an effortless appeal. His looks could easily land him on the cover of magazines or as the leading man in a romance novel, and his golden eyes only added to his magnetism.

Despite his easygoing nature, Ryu transformed entirely when on the court or when challenged. His cheerful persona would vanish, and his competitive edge would emerge. Tsuyu and Ayami would often called him "two-faced," noting that Ryu wasn’t always the "good guy" people thought he was. In reality, he was highly selective about who he allowed into his inner circle. When it came to basketball and choosing his friends, Ryu only befriended those he deemed worthy after measuring them against his own standards. As an only child who was often spoiled by his aunts on his father’s side, Ryu could be a bit of a brat, getting what he wanted with relative ease. He had little tolerance for people who were only interested in his looks or popularity.

Ryu attended Seirin during his junior year before being scouted by Touo Academy, alongside Daisuke and Seiua. With the three of them on the same team, Touo became a school to watch during the season, their combined skills making them a formidable force in the basketball world. Shizuka Midorima

Shizuka has always lacked interest in basketball or any sport for that matter. Although she possesses her father’s height, which is often considered an asset in the world of sports, she has no inclination to pursue anything athletic. This often frustrates those around her, who believe it would be a waste for someone with her physical attributes to remain uninvolved in sports. However, Shizuka could never bring herself to care about the opinions of others. Her parents, especially her father, never pressured her to follow any particular path, and that freedom allowed her to focus on her own interests. Still, the expectations of others weighed on her, which only fueled her desire to live life on her own terms.

Her reserved, calm nature much like her father’s made her a bit of an enigma to those around her. Shizuka didn’t feel the need to engage in frivolous behavior or entertain the typical teenage antics. Ryu and Tsuyu, ever the playful duo, would occasionally try to convince her to loosen up and enjoy life outside her books, but Shizuka was determined to prove that there was more to her than just her inherited height. She set her sights on becoming a doctor, just like her father. Through her hard work and dedication, she aimed to show the world that her worth wasn’t limited to her physical appearance. She wasn’t a waste, and she would prove it by excelling academically and pursuing her passion for medicine.

However, everything changed when her baby brother, Seiichi, was born. With a 15-year age gap between them, Shizuka wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about having a brother. On one hand, she was overjoyed, as she hoped Seiichi might take after their father and carry on the things he loved about basketball. But on the other hand, there were mixed emotions, Shizuka couldn’t help but feel like she could never truly follow in her father’s footsteps, and now her little brother might be the one to do so. This sense of confusion made it harder for her to connect with Seiichi, despite her love for him. She often volunteered to take care of him when her parents were busy, but Seiichi would frequently cry when she was around. It hurt her to think that her baby brother might dislike her, so sometimes she would pass him to Seika, who could calm him down more easily.

Despite being reserved, Shizuka wasn’t completely aloof. While she often appeared stoic to outsiders, she was far from intimidating. Among her childhood friends, Shizuka was typically the quiet one. During their get-togethers, especially when Daisuke and Seika started bantering, she would occasionally step in to quiet them down. Their loud exchanges could be overwhelming, and Shizuka, being the more composed one, was often the one to restore balance. Though she might seem like she’s lost in her own world, Shizuka didn’t mind spending time with her friends. She appreciated the quiet moments and the bonds she shared with them.

When her childhood friends came over to their house, they loved dressing her up. Shizuka’s appearance only heightened the impression that she was an angelic figure, her light green eyes and long jet-black hair made her seem otherworldly. She used to wear glasses, but after Ayami convinced her to try contact lenses, she reluctantly made the switch. It was often irritating to hear Daisuke call her “four eyes,” but she had learned to brush it off. Even though her appearance might suggest a distant, cool demeanor, those who knew her best understood the warmth and kindness that lay beneath.

Shizuka shared a special bond with Shintaro, often spending time with him when he had a break from his own activities. They would play chess or shogi together, enjoying the quiet strategy of the games. Shintaro, though seemingly tough and occasionally tsundere-like — as his uncle Takao liked to call him — always expressed how proud he was of Shizuka. His praise, though rare, meant the world to her and gave her the reassurance she sometimes needed. Despite her quiet nature, Shizuka had her own strengths, and Shintaro’s acknowledgment only served to reinforce her resolve to pursue her own path. Ayami Murasakibara

Ayami Murasakibara has always had a deep love for sweets, a passion nurtured by her father, Atsushi Murasakibara. Their family runs a renowned pastry shop in Tokyo, where Ayami spent much of her childhood in the kitchen, watching her father perfect his craft and sneaking a few treats when he wasn’t looking. Growing up surrounded by the art of baking, it’s no surprise that she developed an appreciation for fine pastries.

At 16, Ayami is the tallest among her female childhood friends, but she doesn't let her height define her. In fact, she feels quite at ease with it, especially since her family, including her towering father, two younger brothers, Atsuki and Atsuhiro (twins, 8 years younger), and childhood friends (Seiua, Ryu, Daisuke, Shizuka) are all giants in their own right. Despite being physically tall, Ayami has always felt grounded and unbothered by her stature.

Although her athleticism is undeniable evidenced by the fact that she was scouted for Japan’s national women’s volleyball team—Ayami chose to focus on her studies instead, putting her sports dreams on hold for the time being. Outside of training or helping out at the family shop, Ayami enjoys playing basketball with her brothers. Despite the age difference, the trio shares a close bond, often indulging in spirited games filled with energy and laughter.

Laid-back and content with her life as a teenager, Ayami has always balanced her love for sports, sweets, and family with a quiet sense of responsibility. Her confidence and ease with herself reflect an uncomplicated perspective on life one that embraces both the joys of childhood and the excitement of her future.

Tsuyu Kuroko Everyone knows not to fall for Tsuyu’s charm. She gets whatever she wants effortlessly, never breaking a sweat. All it takes is a flutter of her lashes and a coy glance, and people can’t help but give in. But don’t be fooled, she’s just as cunning as she is captivating. Tsuyu inherited her mother’s talent (Satsuki) and her love for basketball. The resemblance between them is uncanny, and it sends chills down your spine when they stand side by side though Tsuyu’s eyes are the only trait she inherited from her father. Among all their childhood friends, only Tsuyu and Ayami ended up at Seirin after middle school. Tsuyu is a social butterfly with acquaintances everywhere, her bubbly personality making connections effortless. To her, success in business is all about who you know. Like Ryu and Daisuke, she’s an only child too. As doting parents, Satsuki and Tetsuya were always supportive of Tsuyu's passion for basketball. By the time she was six, they had even set up a mini basketball court in their yard. Ryu and Kise would often come over to join her games. Unlike Ryu, who could be a bit bratty at times, Tsuyu had a more easygoing demeanor—though there was something about her that made it hard for anyone to resist her charm. When it comes to academics, Tsuyu doesn't have to sweat, she's lowkey smart and just want to enjoy her teenage life as is. She always whine to her parents that she wanted a sibling, right after Seiichi was born, she envy her other childhood friends who has siblings. Ryu and Daisuke are just insufferable and rowdy at times. Daisuke Aomine Daisuke isn’t quite the person Seika has painted him to be. Like Ryu, growing up as an only child could be lonely, especially when his parents were away. Basketball became his constant companion, and he learned to be independent from a young age. His father allowed him to figure things out on his own but still offered guidance when necessary. That’s where his rowdy behavior comes from—not that he’s always like that. He’s only playful and loud because he feels comfortable around his friends. His mother, however, would never tolerate him being anything less than a gentleman. Daisuke’s teasing of Seika is intentional, pushing her buttons by acting messy and lazy just to see her lose her composure. He’s never understood where her hostility toward him comes from, but it’s satisfying to get under her skin. And while he delights in irritating her, he knows he has to do it under the radar, as his mother would give him an earful, confiscate his playboy magazines, and ground him. His father wouldn’t come to his rescue either.

Daisuke’s passion for basketball rivals only his knack for getting under Seika’s skin. He idolized his father, determined to become the best basketball player in Japan, and he studied old game tapes, mesmerized by the sheer dominance his father once displayed on the court. When he finally told his father he wanted to follow in his footsteps, his father’s response was unwaveringly harsh—teaching him the ruthless principles of discipline, the game, and everything that came with being a true player. Schools are eagerly vying for Daisuke, not only because he’s the son of his legendary father but also because of his remarkable talent on the court. He’s incredibly fast and possesses a sharp basketball IQ, an innate skill that’s been honed through years of playing, practically since he could walk Though he might come off as rowdy, Daisuke is fiercely loyal to his friends, considering them as close as siblings. He often wishes he had one of his own, but with his parents consumed by their careers, another 'headache' is the last thing on their minds. Growing up, he gave his mom no shortage of gray hairs—he’d be found in all sorts of trouble, climbing to places toddlers shouldn't be, or reaching for things that were definitely off-limits. But despite all of that, he’s content with his childhood friends and his basketball team. Socializing with high school airheads holds no appeal for him—not that he'd admit it, especially when he’s often mistaken for one. His priorities are clear, and petty distractions don’t make the cut. -------------------------------

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Seiua and Seika- Touo Ryu- Touo Daisuke- Touo Shizuka- Shutoko Ayami- Seirin Tsuyu- Seirin

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@touo i own ur blog now

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well, we finished kuroko no basket, get ready

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'19.11.13 大門仏谷の如来形摩崖仏、浄瑠璃寺にて

この日は木津川市方面へ。バス道から細い1車線道に逸れて少し行くと、小さな谷の向こ��側に摩崖仏が現れます。ビュースポットのモミジがいい感じに色づき、期待しながら車を走らせて浄瑠璃寺へ。ヌコさんは･･いたいた😄

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 Name: Cloud

Nicknames: UHH. I don’t think i have any, pls give me a nickname 3:

 Zodiac Sign: Kayana

Height: 5′2″

Orientation: pan

Ethnicity: Salvi boiiii

Favorite Fruit: Lychee or like. Soursop

 Favorite season: Spring bc flowers, but also fall bc spring means allergies :c

Favorite Book: I. I don’t know m8 your guess is as good as mine. I HATE catcher in the rye tho. fuck that noise.

Favorite Flower: Gardenias

 Favorite scent: My gramma, but since i cant smell her anymore then my gramps

 Average Sleep Hours: 7-9, today is looking like a 7 day

 Cat or Dog person?: Cat. but like. Big Boys. 

Favorite Fictional Character: Whomever the character in the black parade is.

 Number of Blankets you sleep with: 1 and my giant stuffed pupper on top.

 Ideal Trip: going to the tall trees place and sleeping under stars

 Blog created: A lil over a year ago!

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@chegedick @cherryirises @rainconfettis @kohaidave @cuteschizoprince @meicicle @0anonymouslemon0 would you want to do it? pleaseee (Tyler I can’t believe JJ stole ur blog title o:)

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HOLY MOLY I ACTUALLY SCREAMED AT THE LAST PART AND IT SHOCKED ME THAT I DID BECAUSE I RARELY SCREAM *THAT* LOUD AND I JUST DID AND I SWEAR TO GOD THIS SO JAW DROPPING OMG HOLY SHIT WOAH

i swear these kids must have watched one of those basketball anime