do you have tips on how to write characters? knb for example, has lots of different characters with different personalities so how do you write them as “them”, you know, so as to capture their individual traits and such? i’m having a hard time trying to get into their pov so when I write each of them they’re like all the same, or more like they’re like ME instead of “them” err sorry if it’s confusing haha. thanks for ur time

Sorry it took me a while to get back to you, I’ve been dealing with back pain all weekend and have been in bed most of that time.

It’s not confusing at all, I totally get what you mean and thank you for asking, I’m flattered you think I’m a good source of information for something like this since I, too, struggle with getting “my” voice out of their mouths lol.

First things first, something like this takes practice and patience. Writing something, reading it over, visualizing them saying what you wrote, and adjusting as needed.

Consider their word choices. It’s a little challenging sometimes because as with most anime we’re watching a translation (I’m presuming, unless you can understand the native tongue it was broadcast in) but assuming you’re watching subtitles you’re getting the gist of their word choice.

Such as, Midorima and Akashi speak more “proper” this conveys their intelligence, self control, seriousness, power, etc.

Aomine and Murasakibara are more casual speakers, they’d be more likely to use slang or sharp speak.

Kise is a bit harder because there are two schools of thought: anime version and manga version. I’ve never read the manga but I have read about his characterization in it and he’s…less bubbly and more cold. But you can do both to show his dual nature. It actually can make him an even more interesting character and not just “the dumb blonde”.

Think about how they communicate in terms of tone inflection, pace, facial expressions, gestures. All of these things help bring them to life on the page.

You don’t have to necessarily do all of this while you’re writing the scene. Get your ideas out on the page so you don’t lose them and then go back and tone it properly for the characters.

I hope that makes sense and is helpful, please feel free to ask more questions or for clarification if needed and thanks again for flattering me by asking MY advice on character writing!

Happy new year!!!! I wanted to ask for a nsfw scene with Murasakibara, Midorima, Kiyoshi, and Kasamatu going down on their so and being really into it.

imagine-knb:

Happy New Year anon! I hope I quench your thirst with this one. Once again, with no gender specifics I defaulted to female because of the nature of the ask. I hope you enjoy! Also, when writing NSFW scenarios I am aging the guys up to over 18. It’s just more comfortable that way and since they all look like they’re in college anyway, I think it works just fine. -Admin Jade

Murasakibara

“Mmmmmm, _____-chin, how do you always taste so sweet?” Murasakibara asks. Her reply is swallowed up in a long moan, fingers lacing through his hair sending tingles of pleasure shooting down his spine. It isn’t often he gets enthusiastic during sex but when he wants something, he wants it and right now he wants to make her scream.

Seems all that ice cream licking is paying off since he’s sure he could do this for hours if she’d let him. Leaning up to take in breath, his eyes roam over her, spread out on the kitchen table, her skirt bunched around her waist and hands gripping the edge above her head as if her life depends on it. She cracks open one eye, chest heaving, hair matted to her neck. He’s been working her for a good fifteen minutes already.

“Atsushi, please.”

He hums ascent, going back to work, not that he would really call it that. His mouth opens, tongue pushing deep. After a few seconds, he switches to quick flicks against her clit making her wail.

That’s more like it.

Maybe he’ll go for a record, half an hour, maybe more. After all, he’s a master of using his mouth, and he loves that she’s his slave.

Midorima

Dr. Shintaro Midorima, a title he’s worked his ass off to obtain. A title he’s acquired through tireless effort and discipline, though to see him now one would second guess the last. Because he couldn’t take the teasing, the testing, the pushing to his absolute limit when it’s been so long since they’ve been together.

She gasps, covering her mouth to stifle the loud moan that wants to escape when he pushes forward, lips roughly sucking her clit.

Midorima looks up from his position on the floor, hands wrapped around her backside kneading the mounds of flesh like dough.

“You just had to push it, just had to wear that shirt,” he growls, shifting position for a better angle.

“Shin…I…oh!”

Her protests are cut off by two long fingers inserting themselves into her wet heat, head falling back with a heavy thunk against the door as he seals his lips back over her and prods that little bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue while pumping her mercilessly. Is he trying to get them caught? Or does he just not give a fuck? Well, he technically, he is giving a fuck, but that’s neither here nor there.

“I knew marrying you would be the death of me,” he complains.

She chuckles through her pants. “But you love me anyway.”

He hums something akin to agreement, the vibration almost making her knees give out while his back is beginning to feel the effects of doing this in a tight space not meant for activities such as these. And as much as wants to take her home and ravish her properly, he can’t, not right now. So he enjoys the taste of her, the feel of her squeezing his fingers, the sound of her muffled moans of his name and considers it’s only six more hours until his shift is done. Then she’s really going to get it.

Kiyoshi

Having her in his arms after so long fills Kiyoshi’s heart to overflowing. While he doesn’t regret his decision to come to America and get the treatment he needs, he can’t say it hasn’t been fairly miserable having an entire ocean separating them. Sure, they’ve texted and Skyped, even wrote some actual letters with paper and pen to appease the old souled romantic in him, but the feeling of her breath on his neck, their chests pressed so firmly together he swears he can feel her heartbeat and the taste of her lips on his has Kiyoshi floating on cloud nine.

It isn’t long before eager fingers seek buttons to pop loose, hands tug on cotton to relieve overheating flesh and mouths move from one another’s to taste skin.

He moans as her lips trail wet hot kisses down his throat, forgetting how he even ended up on his back.

But he’s far too eager to let her have her way tonight.

Reaching down, his large hands cup her ass, easily drawing her up his body to straddle his head. She’s already soaked but he intends to make her even wetter. He pulls, gently but firmly to bring her sex closer to his mouth. Opening up wide, he takes a long, slow lick, hearing the catch of her breath, feeling the tremble of her muscles to hold position.

“Relax, babe, I got you,” he assures.

Minutely the tension lessens and he takes advantage to pull her flush against his face, her juices slicking his chin. He moans into her, lapping at her, sucking her lips, all while his hands massage her ass. They’re big enough that his thumbs wrap down to widen her, giving him even more access to between her petals.

“Te..Teppei..”

“Damn I’ve missed being between your thighs,” he praises. He inhales her scent, strong and musky but all her and all his for the enjoying. His lips purse, sucking the tiny bundle of hypersensitive nerves right above her entrance and she moans his name in a tone so full of wanton desire he swears she can make him come without touching him if she keeps that up. This was definitely not what he’d intended within the first ten minutes of her being here, but he doesn’t want her anywhere else.

Kasamatu

“Get a grip, you can do this,” he thinks, tongue peeking out to wet dry lips.

“Yukio, don’t tease,” she whines.

His eyes flick to her face, her own staring at him with utter need. Kasamatsu swallows the lump in his throat. It isn’t that he doesn’t want to do this, but trying anything for the first time is nerve wracking. Not to mention this is the most exposed he’s ever seen her, spread open revealing every last inch of her beautiful body. He leans down, settling himself between her legs, calloused hands running up and down the length of her thighs, enjoying the feel of warm skin. His eyes land on a scar not previously known to him to exist and he makes a mental note to ask about it later. Turning his attention back to the task at hand, Kasamatsu inhales through his nose, the scent of her washing over him. It’s almost…briney, reminding him a bit of the sea salt air at the beach.

“I…I don’t know what to do,” he confesses, cheeks blaring red.

She smiles softly, a light huff of air coming out as she explains, “Just…think of how you kiss my mouth and start with that. If you don’t like it, we can stop, I promise I won’t be mad.”

He nods, returning his gaze back to her opened center. She’s a lot…prettier here than he’d imagined. It isn’t that he hasn’t seen one before, but that was always on a screen and while trying to not hyperventilate. In fact, he doesn’t know how he hasn’t fainted already.

Leaning down, he presses a delicate kiss to one side, the evidence of his enthusiastic touching slicking itself against his lips. Unthinkingly, he licks them again, pleased to find her taste is mild but distinct.

Throwing caution and nerves to the wind, Kasamatsu moves forward once more, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out as he does when he wants to kiss her breathless, only he’s the one who loses his when he hears the moan she lets loose at even just this tiny bit of stimulation.

His trepidation falls away to a raging desire to pull even more of those lovely sounds from her lips and he dives in, pressing his entire face against her, nose bumping against her clit making her hips jerk.

Moving on instinct, his palms land on her inner thighs, holding her open to his exploration.

“Fu…fuck, Yukio.”

He groans, pushing further in, rolling his tongue all over her. How could he ever have thought he wouldn’t like this?

Some nsfw for Imayoshi is much overdue! >w< finally got the chance to ask!

imagine-knb:

Since gender was not specified for the partner, I wrote female, I hope you don’t mind! Also, I wrote a list of tropes and decided to pull one from there for inspiration. -Admin Jade

How long had they been doing this? Meeting in, not necessarily secret, but keeping mum about their…arrangement. For a while it’d been enough, a release for them both without strings attached. But lately, annoyingly, Imayoshi began noticing his eyes landing on her throughout the day, watching poor fools who had no chance of satisfying her practically throwing themselves before her feet. It made his skin itch and stomach roil with an unpleasant feeling he was steadfastly trying to ignore but could call nothing else but jealousy.

Which is how they ended up where they were, shoved in a storage closet of all places, mouths smashed together, his tongue roaming and twisting around hers. She moaned, the sound sending waves of heat through his body. It shouldn’t be like this, she shouldn’t have this much power over him but Imayoshi knew that somewhere along the line, he’d shifted from thinking of her as a pressure release into something more. But he wasn’t ready to admit defeat, not even to his own heart.

So he focused instead on imparting so much pleasure to her she wouldn’t want anyone else.

“Imayoshi,” she moaned, teeth nipping his earlobe, “what’s gotten into you today?”

“Nothin’ darlin’,” he insisted, fingers working deftly at the buttons of her shirt. He whipped it open, exposing a black lace bra. Licking his lips he grinned. “How sweet, you wore my favorite color.”

She rolled her eyes. “I always wear black, you know that.”

He ignored the truth of her words, tongue shooting out to lick the crestline of her bra, the taste of her flesh sweet. “I wanna eat you,” he confessed.

“What’s this?” she crooned as he tugged her skirt to the floor. “The indomitable Imayoshi Shouichi on his knees? Never thought I’d see the day.”

“We’ll see who’s on their knees when I’m done,” he replied, licking the line of her panties. “Hmmmm, seems you’re already wet and eager,” he teased, toying with her clit through the fabric.

“Ugh, if you’re gonna be down there, get to it already,” she snapped, shifting slightly to bring herself closer to his mouth.

“So demanding,” he chided but nevertheless tugged aside the fabric to give a long, broad lick with the flat of his tongue.

Warmth cascaded over her body, fingers trailing through his dark locks. “Oh fuck,” she moaned, head kicking back as he pushed farther forward, his slick muscle prodding deep within her dripping heat.

“You’re making quite the mess of me, sweetie.” Another lick followed by a suck of her outer lip almost had her falling to the ground. “Or maybe I’m making a mess of you?”

Her hips shifted, impatience settling like fiberglass against her nerves. Imayoshi’s hands trailed up the back of her thighs to her ass, grabbing handfuls of flesh, kneading as he worked his tongue deeper. Much as he liked partially clothed sex, of any variety, the panties were now in the way. With little regard to her clothing budget, he ripped them off, burying his face between her legs and effectively cutting off her protests. He lapped at her, taking his time to hit every bit of her pussy. She writhed against the wall, knees growing weaker. “Pl…please, Imayoshi,” she begged, wanting nothing more than to feel the sweet relief of orgasm wash over her.

“Getting tired already? Where’s your stamina, ______-chan?”

She shoved him hard, his precarious balance upset leading him to land heavily on his ass. Before he could react, she was pushing him onto his back, straddling his face and covering her mouth with her cunt. “Shut the fuck up and put that mouth to better use, Shouichi,” she hissed, grinding down against him.

He grinned, opening up and shoving his tongue as far as he could into her. She bucked, smearing her running juices on his chin. Imayoshi revelled in the taste of her, the smell, the feel, all of it. His hands ran up the expanse of her stomach to grasp her breasts, pinching and teasing her nipples to stiff peaks beneath her bra.

“F…fuck,” she breathed, knees scraping against the hard concrete floor but he was imparting too much pleasure for her to care about the bruises that would undoubtedly be there tomorrow. Finally with one last wiggle of the tip of his tongue against her clit he had her screaming his name, completely forgetting where they were and that people could undoubtedly hear them.

As she collapsed to the floor, breath heaving, Imayoshi considered her from his still prone position. Yes, he would keep these new found feelings to himself a little longer.

“Told you I’d have you on your knees,” he said smuggly.

“Yeah? Well, I had you on your ass, so we’re even.”

Why ruin a good thing?

Work on my other blog, hope you enjoy!

Five Things

Thanks @sfw-haikyuu-nsfw for always tagging me in fun things, I finally did one this time!

Five things you’ll find in my
tote bag:

1.
Gum

2.
Chapstick

3.
Wallet

4.
Cellphone

5.
Keys

Five things you’ll find in my
room:

1.
My computer- it’s been so lonely these days

2.
Books scattered here and there

3.
Artwork (I want to get more)

4.
Bed of course- it’s so comfy!

5.
Teal curtains that I LOVE

Five things that make me feel
happy:

1.
Watching anime

2.
Writing (when I’m able)

3.
My bulldog Mr. Chubbs

4.
My husband- he’s my best friend

5.
Getting to hang with my friends

Five things I’m currently into:

1.
Log Horizon (amazing anime, I love it)

2.
Losing weight – I have to be in it to win it

3.
Rewatching Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood

4.
It’s sad, I have nothing else I’m in to right now lol

Five things on my to do list:

1.
Start reading again, not just fics but books. Especially the
graphic novels my friend loaned me

2.
Start exercising (hehe, of course right?)

3.
Getting back to writing next month (I really, really hope)

4.
Reconnecting with friends (I’ve been in a hermit hole for
months)

5.
Do some deep cleaning (I have so much crap that just sits)

I’ll tag @rock-n-magick, @haikyuulovercompany, @nsfwhaikyuu-knb, @baesketballers, and @imagine-that-haikyuu

Of course no one has to do this, I just wanted to do a little something fun and spread the love!

Yay I can request!! ^^ Can I just have a hot and steamy make out session with Akashi and his s/o? Preferably with s/o in his lap and it just gets hella intense? If you’re up for it, possibly turning into nsfw? Thank you!

I FINALLY got this done! I combined it with another ask so here is the link to the post:

Can’t Buy Me Love

Thanks for the request!

Re-posting from former blog

So because I’m taking FOREVER to get content out I thought it a good idea to re-post some stuff from when this blog was my secondary blog. For those of you who have read them already, I hope you enjoy the throw back. For newcomers, enjoy!

Give me Asahi being loving sweet to his s/o. Being love making or pampering her when she feels down or stressed out of her mind.

hq-cuties-pls:

This post was heavily inspired by @nekokat42 and their incredible art of a (very very beefy) Asahi. I do recommend you check it out: Soft Asahi is my aesthetic!!
~Admin Emma

You woke to the soft sounds of acoustic guitar music and the sizzle of something in a skillet. At first, you were sort of confused–it was a day off for you, but you knew Asahi had to be at his bar at some point to accept deliveries and do some prep for that night.

“Wonder what time it is,” you murmured to yourself. You rolled over, checking your phone and groaning when you noted how fucking early it was. You weren’t surprised Asahi’s side of the bed had gone mostly cold–freak always was an early riser. “So much for sleeping in… damn internal alarm clock.”

You figured if you were going to be up and miserable, you could at least be up and miserable and caffeinated. You’d had a rough week, and you’d hoped that maybe you would feel better on a day off. No such luck, unfortunately. Honestly, you really just wanted to go back to bed with your boyfriend, but you figured he was up for good after taking the dog out.

The smell you were greeted with when you came into the kitchen was second only to the sight. The entire kitchen smelled like fresh pancakes, chocolate, and very strong coffee. Asahi was standing at the counter, fussing with something on the stove. At his elbow was a tray of the fluffiest chocolate chip pancakes you had ever seen, a bowl of perfect strawberries, and a French press full of strong, dark coffee–just how you liked it. Asahi’s dog, Hime, was snoozing at his feet, and he had clearly just stepped out of the shower. His hair was still damp, thrown back into a sloppy twist at the base of his neck. He was still wearing his sweats and a loose-fitting tank top that hung from his deliciously broad shoulders. You were granted a tantalizing peek at the dimples on his lower back when he reached back to scratch absently at a spot on his spine. He looked so… soft, and he was humming along to the song playing on his phone. Bathed in the warm sunlight of the early morning, he looked almost golden. He was so beautiful… and you couldn’t resist wrapping your arms around his middle.

He startled a bit when he felt your face nuzzle into his broad, chiseled shoulders. You chuckled, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades; “Morning, handsome. This all for me?”

“It was supposed to be a surprise,” he said, holding one of your hands and moving it to his chest. You could feel his strong, steady heartbeat under your palm, and his skin was still warm from his shower. “I know you’ve had a rough week and I wanted to… I don’t know, treat you to something nice. Hence the tray.”

“Awww, babe. You made me breakfast in bed,” you cooed playfully. You rested your cheek against his back, letting your other hand migrate under his shirt. You felt the muscles jump under your fingers as you dragged your nails through the small trail of dark hair under his belly button.

“Well, you’re out of bed, so it’s more breakfast-on-tray now.” You could almost hear the precious pout in his voice. He sounded so petulant… it was actually pretty cute.

“I mean… I don’t have to stay up,” you said, plucking a strawberry from the tray and popping it in your mouth. It burst with juice and flavor; the moan you let out was borderline obscene. “This is the best strawberry I’ve ever had, by the way. Positively sinful.”

Asahi turned towards you, a smirk playing on his lips; “Come here, you.”

He gently grasped your chin, tilting your face up to meet his. You let your eyes slide closed as he dragged his tongue along the seam of your mouth, licking the stray strawberry juice that had smeared there. You parted your lips, and he gladly accepted the invitation. He pressed his lips against yours; like always, he was infinitely gentle but there was the edge of something more there, like this barely-contained power that always strained just under the surface. You had to rub your legs together when he sank his hands into your hair, his thumbs caressing just under your cheekbone. You felt breathless, and you could feel the impatient edge to the small nibbles against your lower lip.

“What do you say to breakfast and… going back to bed?” Asahi purred against your mouth, curling his body around yours to hold you closer.

“The bar?” You were practically gasping for air, between his proximity and his heat and the smell of his soap and aftershave… Despite his gentle nature, he was completely overwhelming.

“Tanaka can accept the delivery, and Noya knows that stockroom better than I do… the place will survive without me for one day.”

“Hmm… hard to resist such an appealing offer,” you teased, tapping your lip as if in thought.

Asahi pulled you closer to him, cradling the back of your head as he bent to kiss you once more; “So don’t.”

Um, LOVE!!! Adult Asahi is my jam, seriously loved this! If you feel inspired, a sequel with sexy time would be awesome!!

Kasamatsu Bar!AU Ask

To the anon who requested

Kasamatsu with the song “Eyes on Me” by Faye Wong from FFVIII thank you for requesting one of my fave boys! And you are totally fine with timing. I’m keeping the ask box open all week for Song Fics so no worries. Thanks for sending one in!

Happy birthday~ <3 Hope you have a fantastic one! Who's your favorite character from KnB? How about some headcanons (or scenario if you prefer) for him baking you a a cake for your special day~? ;)

Thank you so much darling but ARGH, pick a favorite?! So, so
hard, honestly! I started watching through the anime again and it seems like
every time I do someone new is my favorite lol. For this, I’ll say…Kasamatsu,
because that captain is just amazing!

Furrowing his already pensive expression, Yukio stares at
the ingredients spread out on his counter. What in the world possessed him to
try to bake you a cake? Not only is this his confession but to top it off it’s
your birthday tomorrow so everything has to be perfect.

A knock at his door draws his attention and when he opens it
he groans.

“Hello senpai!” Kise says enthusiastically, barreling in
without an invitation.

“What the hell are you doing here, Kise?”

Kise blinks at him. “Why, I’m here to help you with the cake
for _____-chan!”

His captain flushes a dark red before roaring out “How do
you know anything about that?!”

The ace rolls his eyes as he grabs an apron off a hook. “I
saw you at the store buying supplies and put two and two together. I may be a
blonde but I’m not dumb, senpai!”

“That’s debatable,” mutters Yukio.

“So rude,” Kise pouts but continues to look over the
ingredients.

“What do you know about baking anyway?” Kasamatsu asks crossing
his arms.

Kise smirks. “I grew up with two sisters, senpai. Trust me,
I know what I’m doing.”

The brunette sighs, hand covering his eyes as he takes in
another breath. Looking up, he makes a decision. “Look Kise, it’s not that I don’t
appreciate you wanting to help-“

“Could have fooled me,” the blonde mumbles earning a smack
to the back of the head.

“Oi, don’t interrupt! Like I said, it’s not that I don’t appreciate
it, but if this is a gift from me, I’m gonna make it without anyone’s help.”

“But senpai-“

“I said no!” Kasamatsu shouts, then adds quietly, “Thank
you, but…no.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Kise unties the apron and hangs it
back up before heading to the door. “Ok then, I wish you good luck!” With that
he’s gone and Yukio is left wondering if he just made a big mistake but he
shakes away the doubt. He can do this, it can’t be that hard…right?

The next day Kise is bouncing around the front gate of the
school, eager to see the creation his captain came up with for you. He really is
rooting for him, knowing you’re the perfect girl for him and can only hope
today goes well. When he sees Kasamatsu approaching, he smiles widely, waving
and shouting a good morning.

Yukio’s face has his usual stoic countenance
firmly in place though the light dusting of pink on his cheeks is a bit of a giveaway
that he’s super nervous. Kise bounds up to him, exclaiming, “How did it go? Is
that the cake? What flavor did you make?”

He’s answered by a firm kick in the thigh. “Will you be
quiet?” hisses the captain.

“Sorry senpai, I’m just so excited for you!” Kise half
whispers.

With a sigh, Yukio keeps walking, the overeager ace
following in his wake. “I’m not gonna show you, if that’s what you’re waiting
for,” he says and Kise pouts. “I want her to be the first to see it.”

Kise whines a bit, but hastily apologizes before running to
his class when Kasamatsu gets ready to punch him again. He’s friends with you
so he’s sure you’ll show him later anyway but he can’t help feeling a tenseness
all day on behalf of his friend; will you accept and reciprocate his
affections?

When the final bell rings, Kise is running towards the exit,
needing to expel some of his energy but he stops dead in his tracks when he
sees you and Kasamatsu talking in the courtyard. From his vantage point, he can
see everything clearly and though he feels just a tiny bit bad about it he can’t
stop himself from watching the proceedings.

He sees Kasmatsu shifting from foot to foot, one hand
rubbing the back of his neck and he’s barely able to maintain eye contact with
you as he talks. Slowly he brings the box out from behind his back and Kise watches
your eyes widen a bit, a grateful smile on your face as you take it.

But before you can open it, Kasamatsu says something else
and then hurries off. Blinking, Kise runs downstairs, finding you where his
captain left you with the box still unopened in your hands.

“Hi, ____-chan, happy birthday!” he exclaims giving you a side
hug. Looking down, he feigns ignorance. “What do you have there?”

“Oh, it’s a present from Kasamatsu-san,” you reply looking
up at the tall blonde.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Open it!” Kise says with a
laugh.

Smiling a bit, you carefully pop the tape holding the lid
down off and lift it. Both you and Kise’s eyes go wide. Inside is a decidedly lumpy
cake. The frosting has run down the sides, smearing on the bottom and Kise
doesn’t know if that’s because Yukio put it on while the cake was still too
warm or if it’s just been ravaged by being carried around all day. His stomach
drops a bit, nerves on behalf of his captain flaring up and he tries to read
your face to see what you’re thinking.

A gasp from your lips makes him look at your eyes and he
follows your line of sight to the box once more.

Written on the underside of the lid is a note: Happy birthday ____-chan. I’m sorry this
doesn’t look like much but I’m hoping you’ll forgive the exterior in favor of
what’s inside; just like you do with me. I don’t know if you know but I like you
a lot and would be very honored if you would consider going out with me. I’ll
be at the Tea Leaf Lounge on Saturday at 1:00. If you accept, meet me there. If
not, well, I hope we can remain friends. – Yukio

Kise holds his breath; he’d really not intended to infringe
upon this moment but it’s too late now, he knows you know he saw the message.

Without a word, you put the box down on a nearby table,
grabbing a fork from your bento. Scooping a piece of the lumpy, soft cake you
take a bite. As the flavor hits your tongue, you widen your eyes; it’s actually
really good, but you would have said
yes regardless.

“I didn’t expect to get a boyfriend for my birthday,” you
say softly and Kise has to stop himself from picking you up in a large hug.

He decides to skip practice, opting to incur his senpai’s
wrath instead of risking the ruin of your response. Plus, he figures he’ll be
forgiven because Kasamatsu will be so happy to finally have you as his girlfriend.

He’s wrong and is given extra laps but it’s worth it when he
rounds the corner and sees you standing with his captain, giving him a peck on
the cheek before leaving the gym. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Yukio that red but he’s also never seen him smile that
wide.