Tag: 1500 follower special

-Hey Hanamiya, when am I going to meet your mother? She seems like such a nice person~ After all we’ve been together for so long… And wait, when are you gonna let me call you by your first name,, ugh…- that’s what she thought when he came to pick her up but there’s no way she’s confessing that to him right now “Ne Hanamiya, instead of going out why don’t we take our date inside? There’s this movie that I think you’ll like *cheeky wink*

A/N: I think I interpreted
this correctly, if not I do apologize but hope you like it anyway.

*Hanamiya gives you a
stern look* “That’s not what you were gonna say, is it, _____-chan?”

*When you won’t meet
his gaze he grabs your chin roughly tugging up so you’re eye to eye.* “Stop
acting stupid, you know I’m smarter than you and can read you like a book. What
were you going to say?”

*You still won’t
confess so he pulls you into the house but heads to your bedroom instead of the
couch* “I guess I’ll just have to punish you until you tell the truth.” He
doesn’t miss the slight smirk you let slip at the thought of his persuasion
tactics.

hey sei-chan can we have a little fun somewhere private? *winks but blushes* if ya know what i mean~

*Akashi walks up
slowly, eyes smoldering* “My will is absolute, ______-chan, do you think
you can handle that?” *Chuckles at your
eager nod* “Well, then by all means, let’s have some fun.”

*At Seirin’s campus,
Kiyoshi has an odd look on his face*

“What’s wrong?” Hyuuga asks roughly.

“Nothing, just felt like someone was stealing my line…”

HINATA! You’re adorable! Can I touch your hair? I love red hair! I always wanted red hair!!! I’m sooo jealous!

*Hinata gives his 1000
watt smile and though he’s blushing he nods emphatically allowing you to touch
his hair* “Thank you, _____-chan, for liking my hair but yours is so GAWH! and
POW! and…and…can I touch your hair too?” *When
you nod he cards gentle fingers through it* Whispers, “So soft.”

*spots bokuto sitting in a chair across the room and hurries over to slide in his lap* Do you have a map? I’m getting lost in your eyes, Koutarou. *blushes and then laughs* Sorry sorry I couldn’t help myself!

*Bokuto blushes back
but covers his embarrassment by laughing loudly at your pickup line* “Hey,
hey, hey, that’s a pretty good one, _____-chan! And, uh, so are you…pretty…I
mean.” *Blush intensifies*  

Noya-san, if there’s anyone who can inspire someone, it’s you. It’s amazing that you keep getting up every time you fall, and you have everyone’s backs. I try to learn from your example, so thank you for being who you are!! (and I may be older than you but you’ll always be my senpai in my heart~)

*Noya’s eyes sparkle as
he jumps up and hugs you tightly* “Thank you ______-san! I’ve been working
really hard and it’s so nice to be acknowledged! Not that the guys don’t, I
mean, they’re great, but it’s AWESOME when someone outside the team notices!
Like, it makes me feel so good!” *Hugs
you again* “And your “senpai” is always here to encourage you too! You’re
amazing!”

Would send something in, but realistically my “chitchat” would be //avoiding all eye contact and hiding// (But, hey if you wanna work with that, then I’d request that for Akaashi, Akashi, or Kuroko)

*Kuroko notices your
furtive glances* 

“Akashi-kun,” he begins and both the setter and his former
captain look up from their books, “who is that?”

They look at you curiously,
Akaashi replying, “I think she goes to my school, or at least, has been to our
games before.”

“She looks…nice. Should we invited her to join us?” Akashi
asks.

“She looks pretty nervous, I wouldn’t want to make her feel
uncomfortable,” remarks Kuroko.

“I have an idea,” Akaashi comments, taking out a blank piece
of notebook paper and scribbling something down. He gives it to one of the
waitresses, asking her to deliver it to you and providing a tip for the
inconvenience.

When she approaches, you blush but take the paper reading, “Hello, I think we know each other from school but forgive my poor memory for not remembering your name. I’m Akaashi. Here’s my phone number, if you want to “chat”
with me or my friends, please reply. If not, it’s ok, we just hope you have a nice day.”

Your fingers nervously type in his number and a text message
of, “Thanks
for the note, my name is _____.”

The three boys take turns chatting with you, the basketball players also providing
their numbers for later conversations.