How would Moriyama, Tanaka, Bokuto, Kasamatsu, Yamazaki, and Sugawara react to their s/o randomly sneaking up behind them and groping/smacking their butt then running away? (congratulations on 500 followers btw)

Thank you darling!! These were fun to write so thanks for sending them in. I always love your original asks so please keep’em coming!

•Moriyama- is so happy to have a girl who actually flirts with him that he actually smiles and isn’t even mad. He gets you back later by smooching your cheek unexpectedly.

•Tanaka- shouts in surprise but when he turns around and sees who’s running away he gives chase. You better be quick, boy has a strong arm being Karasuno’s upcoming ace.

•Bokuto- squawks loudly, whipping around with a red face then narrows his eyes (you know the look) and plots revenge. He may be impulsive most of the time but every now and again he takes his time.

•Kasamatsu- face so red you’d think he was part lobster. He’s so flustered he can’t even yell…that is until Kise laughs and then he’s back to normal…mostly…but still pink faced.

•Yamazaki- despite his rough exterior he likes girls who are playful and cheerful so he actually likes this side of you. Further he likes teasing you, so won’t react at all making you pout and then when you’re least expecting it will grab your ass and tug you close for a kiss.

•Sugawara- crafty boy is quick and smacks you right back before you can get away flashing a cheeky grin.

GOM + kagami having all their kids play each other in basketball? (bonus one of the kids having a crush on one of the boys daughter?) thx uuuuu

imagine-knb:

What if their children were the opposite of them??? haha

Kuroko: If Kuroko’s son was completely honest, then he would tell his dad that he just wasn’t terribly interested in basketball. Still, he’s a good son and humors his dad by playing with the other kids for a bit. It’s a good thing they’re all friends, otherwise he probably would have just walked away by now.

Kagami: It couldn’t be helped that Kagami’s son wasn’t the best at basketball. Despite having a father who played it all the time and many friends who did as well, he just couldn’t find his talent for the game. That didn’t stop his boy from playing with all his friends, trying his best to keep up.

Kise: There was a little green haired child tagging along with his daughter and Kise was sure he knew who the boy belonged to. Despite that, he still stuck around his daughter for the entirety of the day, disguising his watchful eye as an attempt to cheer for her throughout the game.

Aomine: His son was crying, having been hit with the basketball over his head, and it was just a little bit embarrassing. Despite this, Aomine is a good father and scoops his little boy from the court, promising to kiss the pain away and sit with him in the sidelines while they watched the other kids play.

Midorima: He didn’t know how he had raised such an unruly and flirtatious little boy. Midorima’s son seemed way more interested in flirting with the girls around him than he did the friendly basketball game between friends. One girl in particular, Kise’s daughter, caught his son’s eye over the others.

Murasakibara: How he ended up with the most energetic child out of all his friends, Murasakibara didn’t know, but it was fun and tiring to watch his daughter run up and down the court, trying her best to steal the ball. She was tall and just a bit lanky like he was at that age, so it made it easier for her at times.

Akashi: Just like her father, Akashi’s daughter was naturally talented at the sport. She loved to help the other kids with their positions, encouraging them to keep on trying whenever they felt the need to give up. He was proud to discover she really enjoyed leading the group of kids playing that day.

This is precious! And makes me want a whole freaking story about how each man met his wife and the kids come and then the whole dynamic of them getting to know each other. So sweet!

Hello, sorry I’m a bit confused about what type of asks you accept for each day? Can you enlighten me please? :)

nsfwhaikyuu-knb:

I’m still working it out myself, no worries~Here’s the overall schedule!

Moansday- I was thinking nsfw roleplay, I’m not sure if I should keep this or not so you can still suggest whatever you’d like!

Thurstday – I have nothing that comes to mind, suggestions are open!

Wetnessday- Tell me your turn ons or the turn ons you think your character has and I’ll headcanon how that plays out.

Thirstday – I’ve gotten a suggestion to do the same thing as for wetnessday but writing drabbles rather than just headcanons! I’m pretty sure I’ll go with this~

Freeday – You’re free to request anything, I won’t be doing anything specific that day so everything is on the table.

Saturday -I’ll take it as a day off I think, requests are still open to everything but I won’t be writing much.

Sinday- I’m taking care of the nsfw match ups! It’s the cherry on the top 👌🏻

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If you haven’t noticed this is a desperate cry for some Izuki attention 😈

But I think I’m going to have all the requests open each day, for whichever day you’d like and I’ll do my best to write it for said day.

Regular match ups are closed and sfw is still welcomed but I suggest you request it @kuroast

Thanks for asking!

Send some Izuki requests!!

It’s been a while since I’ve had the chance to request anything from a writing blog ;) I saw in your rules that you accept AUs, so I was wondering if I could possibly get a reader/Kuroo zombie apocalypse AU scenario? Maybe something along the lines of them being in the school when the outbreak hits and now they need to find their way out to survive.

Ok, I have no idea if this is what you were hoping for
because it’s kind of open ended but nevertheless I hope you enjoy! WARNING
mention of deaths for beloved characters (briefly but still fair warning). Nothing
overtly graphic.

The incessant banging on the gym door should have been a
clue that all is not right. Casting a glance at Kuroo, the tall bed head
captain being the last to leave with you after practice, you stride to the door
and open it. Standing before you is Yamamoto, his head hung, grasping the
side of the building.

“Yamamoto-san?” you ask reaching forward to touch him but
when he whips his head up you scream.

The sound of your terror draws Kuroo’s attention back to
you, his eyes widening as he watches you back away from the second-year ace. He
can see, even from this distance, something is terribly wrong. Yamamoto is
grunting, his voice a dry heave of sound and his neck…his neck has a huge gash
in it, blood trailing down.

As he reaches for you, Kuroo acts on instinct, tossing up a
ball and spiking it perfectly into his head making him fall over temporarily.

The impact makes you scream again but it does its job of
snapping you out of the horror haze his dead eyes held you in though you’re
still just standing there. In front of you, Kuroo can see more students, along
with some faculty, walking towards your location. It’s like all his wildest
nightmares coming true and he’s in fight or flight mode.

Surging forward, he shoves Yamamoto, or at least what used to be him, back into the courtyard,
slamming the door and bolting it. The pounding on the door echoes through the
large empty room and you cover your ears, crouching down to drown out the
sound, murmuring, “No, no, no…this isn’t real…wake up…wake up…wake up!” You’re
screaming the words now, overrun with panic but it all comes to a grinding halt
when you feel a sharp sting against your cheek.

Turning your face back to Kuroo, you can see he’s still got
his hand cross his body from slapping you. He drops to his knees, grabbing your
face between his hands and kisses your forehead swiftly. “I’m sorry, but you
can’t panic right now, we need to get to safety,” he says. Quickly, he stands
again, grabbing your hand and yanking you towards the door that leads to the
storage room where a ladder to the roof access point resides.

Grabbing his phone, Kuroo selects Kenma’s number.

“Kenma, where are you?”

“On the train, why?” asks the setter.

Briefly Kuroo recounts what happens and the noises he can
still hear outside as he shimmies up the ladder, pushing with all his might to
open the locked door. Casting a glance at you, he moves the phone away from his
ear to ask, “Do you have the key?”

“The key to what?” he hears Kenma ask as you shake your head
and he goes back to the conversation.

“Not you, y/n and I are trying to get to the roof. Don’t get
off the train, tell the engineer not to stop and just get the fuck out of here.
Something bad is going down and it’s only going to get worse.”

“Stop joking around Kuroo,” Kenma dead pans but winces when
Kuroo shouts in the phone.

“Do I sound like I’m fucking joking?”

“Well, yeah, because you usually do,” he replies.

“Here, talk to y/n while I try to get this damn door open,
maybe she can convince you.”

You take the phone, your shaky voice affirming everything
Kuroo just said to Kenma. But as you’re talking you hear the train call its
next stop, the doors opening and loud screams coming from all around Kenma.

“What the hel-“you hear then he shouts, his voice louder
than you’ve ever heard it.

“Kenma? Kenma?” you yell but it’s no use, in his haste to
get away from whatever is happening he must have dropped his phone because all
you can hear is a cacophony of noise consisting of shrieks of terror, a low
rumbling and curses from people as they are attacked.

You feel your stomach lurch when Kenma’s voice comes through
the fray, screaming out that he’s sorry and that he loves you both. The line
goes dead and you throw up into the mop pail. From above you hear Kuroo
breathing hard, both in exertion and emotion, knowing that you were an auditory
witness to his best friend’s death.

Finally, the door snaps open, a cool rush of night air
descending. Reaching down, Kuroo hauls you up the ladder, pulling you onto the
roof with him.

All around you can see others who have done the same, barricading
themselves on the roofs until some sort of help arrives; presuming any can. Kuroo
pulls the ladder up, dropping it to the ground and slams the door shut. With a
moment to breathe, to think, he collapses to his knees, screaming out in agony
at the loss of his friends and most likely his family. He’s seen the movies,
knows the odds and they aren’t good.

Kneeling beside him, you touch his back, startled when he
draws you into a fierce hug, face buried in your neck as you both cry. How can
any of this be real? Sniffling, Kuroo looks up, wiping his face on his shirt, a
new grim determination setting in his eyes.

“We’re going to survive, y/n,” he says lowly, hand cupping
your face. Overcome with emotion, he kisses you, whispering against your lips, “I
hate that it takes this for me to tell you I love you. How fucking cliche is that?
But it’s true and I’m not gonna let us die.”

You believe him, despite the sounds of screams surrounding
you, despite the very likelihood that you’re going to die on this roof top if
you can’t get food or water; you believe him. Because you have to believe in
something and the scheming captain is your best bet.

Clutching his shirt, you look in his eyes. “I know you won’t
and…I love you too.”

The distant sound of helicopters draws both your attention to
the sky and a flicker of hope arises in your heart; for now, you can get away
from here and everything else…you’ll just have to wait and see.

Kasamatsu accidentally throwing a basketball at Yachi’s head and getting all flustered when he sees how cute she is? ((Possibly with Kise teasing him at the side ohoho)) I think those two would be so cute together ahh

They would be too cute! Thanks for the request, I hope you like it!

The street-ball tournament is getting more intense, each team
getting more riled up to win. What would one expect with a park full of
testosterone? Faking back, Kasamatsu assesses his options, turning around
quickly to pass the ball only to have it smacked out of his hands. Rushing
forward, he slaps the ball back but it goes too far to the right and instead of
heading back to his teammate’s hands it’s on a crash course with some girl’s head!

“Look out!” the captain yells, the blonde dodging just in
time with a startled scream escaping her lips.

As the ball is being retrieved, Kasamatsu makes his way to
the her, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Are you ok? Sorry about-“his voice
fails when he sees how cute she is. Dressed in a short-pleated skirt and
collared shirt, her shiny hair pulled to one side in a ponytail he can’t stop
staring at her, mouth open slightly, his eyes wide.

Yachi’s own wide eyes look back at the intense captain, her
knees clattering together.

“Hai…I…I’m fine,” she stammers finally breaking Kasamatsu
out of his haze, “I should have…been paying attention.”

He frowns making her jump, but before he can correct her Kise
pipes in, “Geez, Kasamatsu-senpai, if you wanted to meet a girl you didn’t have
to frighten her into talking to you!”

“Shut up, Kise!” he shouts, whirling around to kick his ace
in the behind, his cheeks blazing red.

Okay. I’m going to do it. Let’s have Tendo being the new boyfriend of the reader, and while they’re on a date, they meet by accident with Ryota, her ex boyfriend. Like, Tendo goes for 5 mins, and when he returns he’s already talking with his gf and Tendo knows perfectly who he is. Give me some jealous Tendo pleeeease hahaha

So this came out a bit more…angsty and while there is
jealousy it blends more to insecurity which I guess is something that breeds
jealousy. Either way, I hope you like it and thanks for adhering to my call
out! 😊

“Thanks for coming with me Satori-kun! It’s always so much
more fun having someone to go to games with,” you say taking his hand and
squeezing. The red head returns your smile though his is a bit more strained.
He knows you’re a friendly person, good with people and generally the complete
opposite of himself, but he wonders not for the first time why on earth you’re
coming to your ex-boyfriend’s
basketball game? As far as dates go, this one must be on the bottom of his list
of favorites. Scratch that, it’s not even going on the list! He knows he
shouldn’t care, that he can trust you, but when he’d heard where you were going
and who you were going to see, he couldn’t stop himself from saying he would
take you.

The gym is full, basketball fans as far as the eye can see,
pumped and ready for the Winter Cup to begin. Tendo has never had any interest
in the game. A bunch of tall, sweaty guys running back and forth lazily
shooting a ball into a basket? Boring!

“Just you wait and see,” you’d commented when he’d said as
much to you in the train on your way to the arena, “These teams are anything
but boring.”

As you take your seats, rather close to the court he notices
and figures someone must have
arranged for you to have such a good vantage point on, of course, Kaijo High’s
side, Tendo realizes he forgot to take you to the snack stand. Looking at the
time, he figures he can make it there and back before tipoff. Not that he
really cares but he is trying to for your sake; it’s not your fault he’s
bitter, that’s his own issue to deal with.

“I’ll be right back,” he says standing, “gonna go get us
some snacks. Gotta make this trip worthwhile somehow and greasy, sugary arena
food is the way to do it.” He smirks down at you, ruffling your hair and kissing
your pout before leaving.

It takes him a bit longer than he anticipated and he misses
seeing the teams’ entrances catching them on the TV screens scattered
throughout the hallways. What he doesn’t
miss is the roar of the crowd, particularly the squealing screams of the girls
as Kise Ryota, the literal golden boy of Kaijo’s team, makes his way onto the
court. Nearing the front of the line, he’s assessing the menu choices when a
question of, “I wonder who that girl is that Kise is so interested in?” catches
his attention.

Looking back at the screens, his pulse pounds in his ears as
he watches the blonde lean into your space, his face exceptionally to close to
yours and your smile a bit too bright for his liking. Gritting his teeth and
forgetting all about his reason for being where he is, he rushes out of line.

Coming down the stairs, he can see Kise still talking to
you, mouth opening in a laugh, his eyes squinting in mirth at whatever you
said. Tendo clenches his fists unable to stop another type of monster of the green-eyed
variety from emerging. Just who does this guy think he is, touching you like
that! Wait, touching?!

Sure enough, Kise’s hand is on your shoulder, his thumb
tracing back and forth and Tendo can feel his eyes narrowing, a deep inhale of
irritation filling his lungs. Doesn’t he know you have a boyfriend?!

The sudden realization of the possibility that you’ve said
nothing about him quakes Tendo to his soul. Mind racing to worst case scenarios
he feels faint, sitting down heavily on the ground and leaning against the
wall. Maybe he’s just a fool. Maybe you don’t really like him that much and
he’s just a rebound to get over Kise. Who was it that broke the relationship
off again? In his flustered brain, he can’t remember at the moment. You? Him?
Mutual breakup? Does it even really matter?

And what is he,
the “guess monster” compared to golden boy? Tendo doesn’t even play the sport
that made him infamous anymore and here you are, placed right back in front of
someone with fierce ambition and natural talent. A good-looking guy (hey, he
can admit it), taller than him (by only an inch but still) and so freaking sure
of himself. Not to mention his career as a model (really, what do you see in Tendo?), he’s probably filthy rich too.

The sound of the buzzer snaps him out of his haze, prompting
him to stand back up; the game has started. He looks back to your location,
eyes becoming sad when he realizes you’re completely absorbed in the game, not
even turning around to look for him; do you even notice he’s still gone?

Heaving a sigh, Tendo makes his way back down to your seats.
When he sits down, you flash a quick glance at him. “There you are! Did you get
lost or something?” you say teasingly elbowing his side.

Normally, he’d just grin or quip something back at you but
now he can’t help thinking you that you think he’s stupid. But you’re already
looking back at the court, not even noticing his face falling at your light-hearted
jab.

“Go Kise-kun, whoohoo!” you shout, fist up in the air. The
blonde smiles at you, sending a wink your direction and making the girls behind
you swoon. Again, Tendo can’t stop himself comparing you with him and you with
Kise; did you cheer this loudly for him as his
games?

“Aren’t they amazing?” you ask looking up at his face and
finally you see, something’s not right. “Satori-kun? Are you feeling ok? You
look a bit…green.”

Closing his eyes, Tendo takes in a deep breath. He can’t do
it. He can’t sit here and watch and hear you have such a good time cheering
for, encouraging and fawning over your ex-boyfriend; he just…can’t…do it.

Standing up again, he says briskly, “I’m gonna go, I was
right, this is boring me to tears.” His eyes are a little watery and you stand
up as well, grasping his wrist.

“Hey, wait a second, why- “

He wrenches his hand away, startling you as he snaps, “Just
let me go, huh? Have fun watching your golden boy!”

Completely caught off guard by his anger, you hastily
follow, apologizing to people as you trip over their legs in your haste to
catch up with your clearly upset boyfriend.

“Satori-kun, wait!” you call, rushing up and standing in
front of him, hands pushing against his chest to get him to stop moving. “What
on earth is the matter?!?”

You’re unprepared for the vitriolic tone of his voice when
he answers, “You! You’re what’s the matter! This whole, “date”, is what’s the
matter! How can you not know?!”

“Wait? You’re jealous of Kise-kun?” you ask bewildered. “Why
on earth would you be?”

“Oh, don’t give me that! The flirting, the cheering, how can
you stand there and pretend it doesn’t mean anything?!” he shouts.

“Because it doesn’t!” you yell right back. “Flirting? If
you’d take two second to really look you’d see that he was flirting with me
because that is what Kise-kun is! A flirt! That’s part of why I broke up with
him!”

Tendo blinks, dropping his arms and you take the opening,
stepping into his space and placing your hands on his cheeks, looking deep in
his eyes. “That’s one of the things I love most about you, Satori-kun,” you say more softly, “you treat me like I’m the
most important person on earth. Kise…Kise just didn’t know how to turn off. He was always making a scene
wherever we went because of fan girls, never thinking about how his behavior
was affecting me.”

Tendo feels his heart burning, ashamed he’d accused you of
what he did when you were the one who’d been treated unfairly by the blonde.
“Then…then why are you still friends with him?” he asks, finally reaching for
you, hands rested on your waist.

You sigh. “Because we’ve been friends since middle school.
We have a lot of history and even though he hurt me by his behavior I knew he
wasn’t being malicious, he’s just a dumb blonde sometimes.” Tendo snorts and
you grin up at him before going on, “But we had a pretty good friendship and I
guess I wasn’t willing to just throw that away because we’d made the poor
decision to date.”

Drawing you into his arms, Tendo rests his chin against your
head. Very softly you hear him say, “I’m sorry, _____-chan, I just…gosh it hurt
to watch that.”

He feels you nod against his chest. Pulling back, you angle
your head up, getting on tiptoes to kiss him gently. “I’m sorry I hurt you,”
you say.

He shakes his head. “Not your fault, it’s all my own stuff.”
Taking a deep breath, he says, “So, want me to finally get you those snacks and
we can go finish the game?”

You shake your head with a soft smile. “No, they’ll be playing again another
time, let’s just go.” Taking his hand in yours, the two of you make your way out of the arena.

NSFW match up req HQ&KnB please. Heterosexual fem Into: being sub, light hair pulling and dirty talk(but not degrading),Kisses on my neck get me going, love oral(giving or receiving),Light spanking,open to trying light bondage (not full BDSM level), doggie style. Biggest fantasy: getting picked up and held up against the wall and pounded but I’m a big gal so he’ll have to be strong. Dislike: cum. In me is fine (not mouth) or a towel or condom but don’t get it on me. Hope that’s enough! Thanks!

nsfwhaikyuu-knb:

It’s more than enough! Thank you for requesting! I hope you find it enjoyable!

It might be just me but this one screams Akashi, as will probably you when you finally get some alone time. He is a gentleman and he knows how to treat a lady in a proper matter while in public but he is no amateur in the sheets.

He pays close attention to what you react to well during your sessions and it wouldn’t take him long to figure out what brings you the most pleasure. He could probably narrow it down himself but he’d appreciate it if you feel comfortable enough to tell him so yourself.

He’ll pretend he’s too cool for that but we know he can be soft… Occasionally…

It should go without saying that he is a 100% dom and that there’s no helping that but he can and will start out any serious make out session surprisingly sensually and gentle. Lingering touches, nibbling at your earlobe until he’d finally strike and show his true colors when it comes to marking your neck.

He is more than capable of dirty talking but he’d realize that you’re not that into the degrading nicknames. If it’s a one time thing he probably wouldn’t care much about it, but let’s be real here. He is in for the long run and would respect any and all requests that you might have.

Adding onto that, he too would find it distasteful to cum on you. He prefers when he cums inside you because he does want a family as soon as possible, I hardly doubt he’d be having sex with someone who he sees no future with. If you’re not particularly thrilled about becoming a mother that early on, he would be slightly disappointed but wouldn’t object for an instant. It is not below him to use a condom, of course. Guys who brag about how they’re too small absolutely repulse him.

He’s the oral master, hands down. He does feel immensely pleasured when you’re going down on him but he prefers it much more when he goes down on you. It gives him an opportunity to watch you squirm as you beg for release, knowing that he’s the one you need– he loves your playful attitude, it truly excites him because not many show him that kind of closeness but he returns it in quite an unusual way.

Believe it or not he is big on praising you. He wants you to know how good you’re making him feel, so words of encouragement and unexpected pet names shouldn’t be strangers to your ears. He expects the same in return though, otherwise he won’t be giving you your realease anytime soon. It’s a known fact that he’s a bit of a sadist, orgasm denial would so be his thing!

And as for Haikyuu, I’d say Oikawa!

He’s definitely into hair pulling and spanking, no one can convince me otherwise. Whether he’s on the receiving end or not– because, if you ask me he isn’t a 100% anything even if he leans more towards dom. It would be fun to switch it up sometimes in his opinion.

And if you’re telling me, that after a nerve-wrecking, balls busting game, he wouldn’t be more than ready to take you roughly from the behind whilst marking your neck, I wouldn’t believe you. Whether he won or lost, the only thing that matters to him is that you’re there by his side.

He might insist on some roleplay at times though; I peg him to be obssessed with the idea of you pretending to be a cheerleader begging him to take you. And while he will be huge on darling nicknames there is no better method to get him going rougher than complimenting him and feeding his ego.

So yeah, he has numerous fan girls, but what do their words matter when all he sees is you? Even if you’re the one on all fours, he’s the true dog 😉

He is big on teasing and being teased so any experimenting would always be a game of wits between the two of you. Spoiler alert, he isn’t able to last long. At all. You could be licking an ice cream or merely giving him a small glimpse of your cleavage and he would be done for. In contrast to that he is able to torture you for hours on end. He has his moments. It’s surprising, really.

Loved your choices! Akashi’s voice…swoon! Oikawa, don’t mind some pretty boy love! Everyone, go check out @nsfwhaikyuu-knb or if you’re in the mood for sfw/fluff and stuff scoot on over to their other blog @kuroast, either way you’ll get quality stuff to enjoy!

Scenario where aone’s girlfriend wants to get more intimate but isn’t sure how to approach the pure gentle giant (nsfw please!!)

justsportsimagines:

MY GENTLE GIANT THE LOVE OF MY LIFE I AM HERE FOR THIS THANK YOU SO MUCH. I made this probably a lot longer than it needed to be, but I love him so much. I couldn’t help it.

Aone didn’t talk very much.

That was probably an understatement. It was a rare occasion that he spoke. Maybe he thought it would make him seem less intimidating if he was quiet. Maybe he was just shy. But whatever the reason, everyone was always surprised when he did speak.

Which was why you were so surprised the day he told you that he liked you.

Though that was probably because he accidentally shouted it at you. And then he ran away.

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Gold!!! I love this gentle giant so much!!

I don’t see a lot of NSFW Asahi love. Can I get Asahi living outt his ultimate sexual fantasy? Like whatever your headcanon for that is, but its the one thing he’s always wanted in bed, and it gets to happen to him.

justsportsimagines:

Hey there! I see Asahi as a bit more vanilla than a lot of the kinks we tend to write on here, so I tried to go with a roleplay fantasy–with a lot of headcanons I worked out with the Asahi expert over at @hq-cuties-pls. I hope you enjoy!! – Admin Dad

The night air was cool, blowing in fits across the back of Asahi’s neck.

He hadn’t expected the sudden departure from the party. But honestly, he hadn’t expected any of the events from this evening. A masquerade ball, full ball gown dress, the whole thing was a powder keg of cliché potential, but he couldn’t believe that it was all coming true.

Maybe the resounding gasp of the crowd when you entered the room was all in his head, but it didn’t change his opinion. You were radiant, ethereal, and he couldn’t take his eyes off you. And when you walked up to him and asked him to dance he swore he was hallucinating. After what felt like hours of dancing and laughing you suggested the two of you step out for some air. He couldn’t fathom his luck that at this moment that you were on his arm, walking the hilly hotel grounds.

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Umm…wow! Just…I love this portrayal of Asahi!!