Kurobasweek Day 06: Memories – “Many Times Over”

I took a different interpretation
of this day and focused on the families of the main boys.

It wasn’t often the generation of
miracle’s parents were able to make it to their games but for their first
championship they all did their best to be present.

Aomine’s dad smiles proudly
watching his son score point after point, seemingly with little need of help
from his team mates; he has enough talent to do this on his own. But his smile
fades away as the reason his son is this way dawn on him; he’s almost always
alone. Ever since his mother passed, Aomine’s been left to his own devices
because his dad simply can’t be there due to work. Watching him now, he’s happy
to see that he has friends on who he can rely but a nagging feeling in gut
tells him, this joy is not going to last.

Kise’s mom and sisters cheer loudly
next to him, their shrill voices carrying through the din of shouts and
exultations for each team to do their best. His mother winces when he takes an
elbow to the shoulder while getting a rebound, part of wishing Kise had just
stuck to modeling where it was safe. His sisters remember the fun they had
teasing him while they were growing up, making him play dress up with them. He
doesn’t have time anymore for mall crawls and fashion talks, constantly
obsessing over “beating Aomine-cchi”. The three women remember and miss the
childlike innocence Kise possessed before joining this team. It’s still there,
but it’s growing dimmer.

Midorima’s mother and father are
busy people, but his sister whined something fierce about coming to this game
and they couldn’t deny it was important to Midorima’s formative years to have
support from them in something he so enjoys. At least, they think he enjoys it;
it’s always so hard to tell with their stoic son. Shot after shot is made, both
amazed at how far he can stand from the hoop and score. When her son receives a
pat on the back from his captain, Midorima’s mother leans to his father and
says, “Do you remember the struggle we had just to get him to talk to other kids? Look at him now!”
His father nods, pleased to see his son assimilating so well amongst his peers
but he can’t help wondering if something so simple will remain so. Somehow, he
doubts it but doesn’t voice his apprehension.

Murasakibara’s entire family has turned out to watch the youngest
of their brood play in his first championship game. It’s odd to them to see the
normally laziest member of themselves playing such a high energy sport but he’s
doing well, both in defense and offense. “Remember when we couldn’t even get
him out of bed on time for school?” one of his brother’s comments, “Now he’s
actually running!” They all nod, varying degrees of smiles on their faces.
“It’s so nice to see him passionate about something,” his mother coos. She
misses the frustrated look on her son’s face, the tightening of his jaw as he
watches the other team continue to struggle in vain. She doesn’t understand;
he’s not passionate he’s talented and that will lead to his arrogance growing
until these moments of seeming happiness are nothing but a memory.

Akashi doesn’t have to look to the crowd to know his father isn’t
here. He has no interest in his son’s extra circular activity, has no words of
encouragement or praise to offer to his son who has assumed position of
captain. So he pictures his mother, remembers her smile the first time she gave
him a basketball and urged him to “go have fun”. It’s a bittersweet memory but
one he cherishes nonetheless. It floats away to return to the back of his mind,
a comforting blanket he uses in secret whenever he feels the need for
validation.

Kuroko looks up from the bench, able to spot his mom quickly and
sends her a discrete wave before turning his attention back to the court. She
clenches her hands together, anxiety rolling in her stomach. She isn’t naïve to
her son’s struggles with stamina and talent when it comes to this game, which
is why she was so surprised when he announced he’d made it to first string.
Despite her pride in how far he’s comes, she can’t help worrying that maybe he
isn’t ready for it. But as he takes to the court and dominates the passing
game, her eyes grow wide, tears brimming their rims as she watches him excel. All her doubts melt away and she stands up
cheering for him loudly making all the spectators around her wonder who she’s
calling out to, but she doesn’t care. She
can see her son clearly and while he may be called a shadow, he’s the light of
her life.

So fourth day is about victory, rite? I thought myb putting in other victories in their life like their biggest achievement, their first job, their first love, their wedding day and so on and on and when they look at it they start pitying the narrow view of victory they had in their teens

Day 04: Victory – “We’ll Become The Best”

Thank you for the suggestion anon! I loved the
interpretation of this theme and really hope you like what I came up with based
off your idea!

Victory

1: the overcoming of
an enemy or antagonist

2: achievement of
mastery or success in a struggle or endeavor against odds or difficulties

Kuroko smiles warmly, sincere joy on his face as he stares
down at his new born son; he has his father’s eyes which are wide open and full
of curiosity. Nuzzling his nose, father whispers to son, “I don’t know what I’m
doing but I promise to become the best father I can be for you.”

Kise takes a deep breath working to calm his nerves. He’s
never had stage fright or performance anxiety, always overtly confident in
everything he’s ever done. But as he slips the small velvet box open and shut
one last time he feels his heart racing; this isn’t a game, it isn’t a stage
and there’s no one to copy.

He’s all on his own.

The night goes off perfectly and as he takes a knee before
the woman who’s captured his heart for good he says through tears of his own, “I’ll
never stop working to be the best husband for you, if you’ll have me.”

Midorima has always known the value of hard work. Natural
talent helps but it can only take you so far. That’s why he never stopped
practicing even when everyone else did, why he always to this day makes sure to
have his lucky item so he can say he’s literally done everything he can to
succeed. As he grips his doctorate, a wealth of new ambition surges through his
chest and he knows without doubt that hard work and dedication will lead him to
become the best heart surgeon in the country.

Aomine has trouble remembering joy, that deep seated feeling
of happiness outside of circumstances. It’s been so long since its touched his
life. But now, looking at dozens of hope, fear and excitement filled young
faces, he remembers the elation he felt the first time he touched a basketball.
“Consider yourselves lucky brats,” he announces after roll call, “Cause you’re
gonna be working with the best coach you’ll ever have!”

Akashi understands pressure, more so than most people his
age. He had to grow up quickly and for the most part, alone. He pushed down
feels of inferiority exerting his will to dominate things which for normal
people would be out of their control. But even he couldn’t avoid a fall of ill
fate forever. But now, having regained the part of himself he lost, he
understands that adversity (and failure) is something to be appreciated, because
through them one’s character can grow. So when he found himself wishing he’d
had someone to remind him of that while growing up, it set him on a new path in
life for good. And as he stands before a
line of boys who’ve suffered the same loss as himself, he takes a deep breath,
internally vowing, “I will be the best
group therapist there is.”

Murasakibara surprises everyone when he leaves Japan after
high school and heads of to France. When asked about his choice in destination,
he replied simply, “It’s where the best pastries are.” Eventually he falls into
culinary school only to drop out and start working at a local pastry shop to
learn from a true master who takes him under his wing. His appearance garners a
wealth of attention which drives the sales through the roof pretty much sealing
his fate as a well-known apprentice. Now completed with his training, he
returns to his home country, and for the first time in his life truly has something
he’s passionate about. “I’m going to become the best and most well-known pastry
chef in Japan,” he affirms to Himuro.

The generation of miracles stand together in a large park,
Kuroko smiling as Kise’s fiancé holds his blued eyed baby boy cooing at him and
making him giggle.

“Looks like I know what’s next for you, Kise-kun,” he
teases.

Kises laughs, a light blush coming on his cheeks. “Kuroko-cchi!
Not so loud! You’re gonna give her ideas!”

“I think the idea is already planted,” Akashi remarks with a
small smile. He casts his eyes to the basketball court, pleased to see his
group of boys getting along so well with the few from Aomine’s team that happened
to be at the park today, all of them getting coached by the former ace of Too.

“It’s weird to see Mine-chin with kids,” Murasakibara
comments.

The rest of the groups nods as

Midorima

replies, “He only
does so well because Momoi-san still keeps him in line. Those two are attached
at the hip I believe.”

“Well, they will be if Aomine-cchi ever gets his act together
and proposes! The poor thing’s been waiting forever,” whines Kise.

A rough shout of, “Hey!” calls all their attention. Walking
over and down the crest of a hill comes Kagami, fresh from America on a break
during the off season. He reaches the group, extending proper greetings to them
all before sending a wave to Aomine who pretends to ignore him.

“Still an ass, I see,” mutters the basketball star.

“Aomine-kun is Aomine-kun,” Kuroko sighs taking back his son
to pass him to his best friend. “So you did it,” he continues, watching as
Kagami attempts to hold the baby comfortably and failing miserably.

As he returns him to his father, Kagami asks, “Did what?”

“You became the best.”

Looking around the group of faces, knowing where each of
them has ended up, Kagami splutters with a red face, “We all did, just in…different
ways.”

If it’s alright to combine the sentence drabble and kissing prompts, may I have an angst scenario for Akashi with #8: “Were you ever going to tell me?” and #23: “kissing tears away”?

Sorry this took so long and thank you for your patience! TW: Teen pregnancy. Forgive me if this is too much of a troupe
but I couldn’t come up with something for so long and when this hit me I ran
with it. Also, since this also contains kissing tears away I ended it a bit
fluffy, hope you don’t mind.

“Sweetheart?”

The term of endearment falls from Akashi’s lips before he
can stop it, his eyes wide as he stares at you from behind. Slowly you turn to
face him, aware there’s no way you can get away quickly, and he inhales a sharp
breath when your protruding stomach comes into view.

“You…you’re…” the normally eloquent male is at a loss for
words.

You nod, tears already sliding down your face as you hang
your head in shame.

Akashi remains frozen, not sure what to feel as the shock
slowly wears down. Sadness? Anger? Betrayal? He sees you fidget, the urge to
run strong but you stay standing there, waiting for him to say something,
waiting for his judgement. When you finally manage to raise your head enough to
look him in the eye he knows what he feels; relief.

Relief that you’re still in Japan, relief that he has
another chance. But he’s still confused and hurt. Why did you leave him if you
were…

“Is it mine?” His voice comes out harsher than he meant,
evident by the flinch of your shoulders. The silence is suffocating but the
fractional nod of your head has him surging forward, arms wrapping around your
shoulders. You hesitate, then slowly return the embrace as much as you are able
given the swell of your belly.

In your ear, Akashi whispers, voice thick with emotion as he
works to keep his own tears at bay, “Were
you ever going to tell me?”

His question releases a flood gate and you’re sobbing,
shaking uncontrollably in his arms. Glancing around, he can see the two of you
are starting to draw too much attention and so Akashi rotates, keeping one arm
around your shoulders as he leads you outside. His car is waiting, the driver
visibly surprised by the situation in front of him but he snaps into action quickly, opening the door to allow his young master to usher you inside, away from
prying eyes.

As the door shuts you cry harder, able to let out all your
anguish in the safety of this space, in the comfort of Seijuro’s arms.

“Tell me everything,” he says softly.

In broken, heart wrenching sobs, you recount the day you
found out you were pregnant with his child. You’d been throwing up and thinking
you had some sort of virus your mother had taken you to the doctor. Akashi
recalls the day, having received a text message that you wouldn’t be at school.

Apparently, the doctor determined you weren’t sick but given
the violence of your retching ran further tests. When the results came back,
and because you’re a minor, she’d no choice but to tell your mother who
promptly lost her mind, screaming and crying at you for being so stupid.

It only got worse when you arrived home. Akashi almost
shudders; he knows your father well, his business being one that has been
connected to the Akashi family for years.

“Why didn’t you take care of it?!” he screamed at your
mother, “you were at the clinic, you could have eradicated this abomination
there!”

“They wouldn’t allow it without her consent and she won’t do
it,” she’d responded through tears.

“Idiot! I’ve managed to raise an idiot!” When he turned rage
filled eyes to you, you’d never been more scared of your father than that
moment. “I’m moving you to a new school, you’ll be staying with your aunt.
She’s of a similar disposition, an uncontrollable whore.”

Your recount of your father’s harsh words stirs fury in
Akashi’s chest but he remains silent, allowing you to explain how he determined
this was the best course of action to hopefully avoid further shame being
brought upon the family, shipping you to a woman you never met because she too
was cast out for her mistakes.

“And you will not
speak to Akashi ever again, whether this is his bastard or not. You’ve
disgraced one family, I will not allow you to do the same for another.”

Truthfully, you’ve always felt your father cared about
Akashi more than you, having wanted a son more than anything but was cursed
with a daughter. That was why, initially, you’d resisted Seijuro’s advances,
not wanting to bring him around more and be cast further and further into his
shadow. But he’d won you over, showing you how much worth you had in your own
right, despite what your father said.

When you finish, there are tears still streaking down your
face, your sniffles the only sound in the otherwise silent car save for the
dull murmur of passing traffic. Leaning forward, Seijuro plants a kiss against
one cheek then the other, moving slowly up your face to peck both of your
closed eyes. He ends by kissing your forehead, lips still touching your skin as
he says, “You should have come to me.”

“But Sei-kun, I couldn’t do that to you,” you protest, eyes
opening to meet his.

“Do what to me exactly? Bring me happy news? Let me take
care of the woman I love? The only thing you did, my love, was hurt me by
leaving without a word.” You close your eyes again, fresh tears pouring down
but this time he wipes them away while continuing to speak, “When I received that
message, with no context, no idea what was happening or why can you imagine the
pain I felt? Thinking this whole time, I’d done something but not knowing what
it was?”

He pulls you into a hug. “I went to your house, but they
wouldn’t let me in. Me! Do you know what that did to my pride? How devastated I
was to be turned away thinking it was you
who was doing it?”

You sob harder and Akashi hates that he’s the one hurting
you now but he needs you to know, he needs you to understand the hell he’s been
through these past six months.

Pulling back, he cups your face, thumbs trailing back and
forth under your eyes. “But now that I have the whole story, I understand, I
know your father and I can only imagine how terrifying that whole ordeal was.”
He kisses you gently. “I forgive you, I love you, sweetheart, and I don’t give
a crap about what your father says.”

“But what about yours? Won’t…won’t he be furious?”

Seijuro shrugs. “I’ve been the perfect son long enough, it’s
time he deals with reality and that not everything can be controlled.”

Your eyes widen; you’ve never heard him speak like this before.

He sighs reading the expression on your face clear. “My…our loss to Seirin taught me many things
about myself and the way I view the world. It was a frightening time but I’m
moving forward. Please,” he presses his lips to yours again and you melt into
him, folding your body into his warmth, “please let me take care of you. Come
back home with me, live with me. Your father cast you out, let me take you in.”

“But…your reputation,” you whisper.

“I would rather be known as a man who owns up to his
mistakes than one who runs from them. Besides, I don’t consider this,” he
touches your belly, “a mistake. Unplanned? Not ideal? Sure, but this new life…I
have a chance to start fresh and I want to with you.”

You stare in his eyes, completely overcome with emotion
before flinging your arms around his neck. “I love you, Seijuro.”

“I love you too,” he responds kissing your temple.

Can I make a request with Akashi, Midorima, Kagami, Kasamatsu, and Haizaki reacting to their girlfriend smelling of the guys’ soap?

At first, I thought you meant that the
girlfriend leans in to smell the guys but then I think you meant that the
girlfriend smells like that soap because she used it, so I went with that. If I
was wrong please let me know! 😊

Akashi

When you step into the kitchen for
breakfast, Akashi is already seated reading the paper, his chef nodding a good
morning to you. Smiling softly, Akashi stands and pulls out a chair for you. As
you take your seat, he leans down to kiss your cheek but pauses before burying into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply.

“What are you doing Sei-kun?” you ask blushing
a bit at his open affection in front of his staff (though the man is currently focused
on the waffles).

Akashi exhales whispering in your ear, “It
seems our scents mingled together is quite the aphrodisiac for me. Make sure
you eat up, you’ll need your energy.”

Midorima

A dull knock at his door has Midorima frowning;
surely, it’s not you because you knock with what he can only call “spunk”. Upon opening
it, however, he discovers your mud-covered form standing on his porch.

“_____-chan, what on earth happened?”

You sigh, shifting from foot to foot. “I was
running to catch the bus and tripped into a mud puddle.” A flash of lightning
and crack of thunder rumble overhead.

“Did you forget your lucky item?”

Huffing you crossing your arms, nearly hitting
him with flung mud. “Is that really the thing to be focusing on right now Shin?”

He pushes up his glasses. “I suppose not, but
in the future please be more careful. Now, come in out of the rain and get cleaned
up.”

He ushers you to the bathroom, allowing you to
get in the shower while he puts your clothes in the wash. Since they are still
drying when you’re done with your shower, you wear his robe, towel drying your
hair as you sit on the bed. When he re-enters the room you stand, walking to
him and leaning up on tiptoes to kiss him.

“Thanks, Shin-kun,” you say but as you pull
away he grabs your shoulders, sniffing the top of your head.

“Did you use my shampoo?” he asks and you nod
causing him to blush.

“Is that a problem?” you ask timidly.

“N…no,” he stammers, unclear why the thought of
you smelling like him is bringing very inappropriate thoughts to his mind.

Kagami

“Wow, that was some work out,” you gasp, wiping
your brow.

Taiga grins down at you, slightly winded but
not gulping down oxygen like you. “Yeah, thanks for coming with,” he says
before taking a swig of water. Glancing at his kitchen he says, “Don’t know about
you, but I’m starving, want me to cook something?”

“Um, sure, but would you mind if I took a quick
shower? I stink!”

Taiga blushes a bit making you smile but nods. “Su…sure,
towels and stuff are in the bathroom. I’ll just get started on lunch.”

You shower quickly, opting to just use his soap
since you don’t have your stuff with you today.

Stepping out of the bathroom, a puff of steam
in your wake, you enter the living room to find it filled with the smell of
delicious cooking. Smiling to yourself you sit down on the couch, waiting until
Taiga is done.

“Babe, it’s ready,” he says and you stand to
join him at the breakfast bar. As you take a seat you flip your hair out of the
way, sending a plume of scent wafting towards Taiga. Looking up, you see him
staring at you, an odd look on his face.

“Taiga, what’s-“but you don’t get to finish your
sentence before his lips are on yours, kissing you fiercely.

When he pulls back, you both inhale and he says
huskily, “Forget lunch, I want to devour you.” You can’t say you mind too much.

Kasamatsu

Yukio has always had trouble with girls; he
just gets so nervous around them. So you decided to take matters into your own
hands and ask him out. After he came
to (and wanted to murder Kise for laughing at him) you’d made plans and went on
a date. That led to another and before long you found yourself girlfriend to
the captain of the basketball team.

Hence why, now at this moment, you are
practically suffering from heat stroke in the gym while these crazy boys run
drills during their summer training.

It’s so hot you feel like you’re melting into
the benches. Glancing at the guys you can’t believe they haven’t keeled over by
now. Shaking your head, you scamper to the locker rooms, intent on taking a
shower to cool down. Sneaking into the boys’ area you grab Yukio’s soap since
there’s none in your locker before going back to the girls’ locker room.

Ten minutes later, you exit feeling exceptionally better as your damp hair cools you down, pleased to see the boys are just finishing up.

“There you are,” Yukio says running over to you
covered in sweat.

“Yeah, I just had to cool off,” you say
smiling.

“Wait for me, I’ll be just a minute,” he says
and takes off towards the locker room.

“Hold on, Yukio-kun!” you call and run up to him,
handing him the bottle of his soap that you forgot to return. You peck his
cheek and rush back to the bleachers to get your stuff, completely missing the
bright red hue of your boyfriend’s face as he thinks about you using his soap on your naked body.

“Maybe next time you can put it on her,” Kise
teases.

“Shut up, Kise!” he yells kicking the ace into
the locker room.

Haizaki

“Ouch,” you hiss, glancing down at yet another
bruise forming. Haizaki just had to
choose paint-balling for your date, didn’t he? Grumbling, you run a hand through
your hair crying out when you realize it has paint in it despite you wearing
protective gear; for all the good it did your poor body come to think of it.

“Such a baby,” your jackass of a boyfriend
snickers. He, of course, barely got hit seeing as he’s been doing this crap
since he was a kid.

“Shut up,” you snap.

“Awwww, come on little baby,” he coos mockingly
at you, “Let’s get you home and all cleaned up.”

Sighing, you climb onto the bus, people looking
at you weird because you’re covered in green, orange and red paint splatters.

When you get to Haizaki’s house, you procure
the bathroom (locking the door because you really don’t feel like dealing with grabby
hands when you’re bruised) and take a quick shower, just using whatever is on
hand to scrub your skin and hair clean.

Finally divested of your extra colors (minus
your lovely bruising which will be there for weeks) you exit the bathroom. When
you enter Haizaki’s room, he’s flat on his back in bed, looking up at the
ceiling and you swear he’s pouting because you wouldn’t let him shower with
you. Now who’s the baby? But you won’t
say anything, it’s just not worth an argument.

Sitting down, you yawn, stretching tired and
sore muscles. A shift on the bed barely draws your attention; that is until you’re
flung down on to it, the sudden impact making you curse in pain. Shogo looms over
you, his face burying into your neck as he growls, “I like you smelling like
me, makes it easier for everyone to know you’re mine!”

I saw your announcement, and I want to say congratulations!! You deserve it!! Also, as you said you’re open for crossovers, can I request for some cute headcanons between Yachi and Murasakibara, and/or Yachi and Akashi? Like how they met and what their relationship is like (If you’re only taking one character, then Murasakibara, pls). I’m curious to see how Yachi’s relationship with them would work! Once again, congratulations!!

THANK YOU FOR THESE WONDERFUL PAIRINGS! Because I love both
you get BOTH! Also, thank you for the congratulations and for following and
participating! 😊

Just for reference, Yachi is 4’ 10”, 93.7 lbs

Murasakibara (Height: 6’ 10’, 218 lbs)

How they met: Yachi got lost (again) and was waiting for a
train when Mura’s shadow literally covered her. When she looked up, she fainted
because surely this monster was going to kill her. Mura took her to the doctor
(with Tatsuya in tow so no one would think he was kidnapping her). When she
woke up he gave her one of his lollipops.

Second encounter: Mura had picked up her wallet when it fell
out of her bag and shows up at her school to return it. Needless to say,
everyone now believes Yachi has ties to the Yakuza and no amount of correcting
is going to change that opinion. It would have ended there if Yachi, in her
constant need to pay people back, hadn’t offered to bring him cookies to say
thank you. His interest level was of course peaked.

First date: Was kind of an accident since when she showed up
to bring him the cookies it was near dinner time so he decided to take her
along as a thank you for coming all the way to see him. Conversation is pretty
much non-existent because Mura doesn’t talk much and Yachi was way too nervous but somehow, they both
left that evening having enjoyed the other’s company. They exchanged phone
numbers.

Start of Relationship: Again, mostly it was an accident. The
two of them text back and forth constantly, usually her showing him recipes
(mostly desserts) that she wants to try and him letting her know he’ll be her
taste tester. Eventually, Tatsuya points out that Mura spends all his free time going to see Yachi and
that maybe he should just make it official. “Besides, you wouldn’t want her
baking for anyone else, would you?” He asks her out that night promptly making
her faint yet again.

Relationship Dynamics/Habits

Quite difficult to hold hands given their size difference.
If they are walking together they either don’t or if Mura is feeling
particularly touchy, he’ll sling her on his back, her tiny arms wrapped around
his neck.
He kisses the top of her head frequently.
Their first kiss? Yet another accident. She looked up to say
something, he bent down to kiss her head and instead hit her lips. Both blushed
furiously but Mura was the first to recover, offering a slight smile. “Ne?
Yachi-chin’s lip gloss tastes yummy,” he said going in for another sample.
When relaxing together, Yachi loves to curl up on his chest
and stomach while they watch TV and he idly plays with her hair.
Neither of their respective teams completely understand how
this relationship works seeing as Yachi is a consistent fluttery mess of nerves
while Mura is unimpressed by pretty much everything. Then again, maybe that’s
why they’re a perfect match.

Akashi (Height: 5’ 8”, 141 lbs)

How they met: Akashi caught sight of a poster Yachi did
advertising a fund raiser for the children’s hospital and decided not only to
donate but find the person responsible for making the color art. “You have true
talent,” he said when he found her, his intense eyes making her knees shake as
she stammered out a thank you. He’d not intended to be more interested in the
artist than her art but being Akashi, decided he would go after what he wanted;
and he wanted Yachi.

Second encounter: Akashi found where Karasuno would be
playing a match (he has his sources you know) and showed up to see her. He
ended up impressed with the team as a whole but focused his attention solely on
speaking to her after the game. When the boys tried to defend her, Akashi was tempted to use his Emperor eye to break through but Yachi assured them they’ve
met before and it was ok, even though her voice was quivering. When they left them alone, Akashi formally asked her to dinner. She was si stunned she just stood there gapping like a fish. “A non-verbal answer will suffice,” he said and she
nodded.

First Date: Surprisingly simple because Akashi, of course,
understands right away that Yachi would not do well in any setting too fancy or
formal. But, ever the romantic, he plans a picnic at a large park, the meal
prepared by his chef. Yachi is in awe, blushing and stammering the whole time
feeling like she’s making a fool of herself. Once he asks about Karasuno, she
starts talking more easily, going on about the boys and all that she’s learned
from them. Ordinarily, Akashi would be annoyed to have his date expounding on
the good qualities of potential rivals but her words assured him they were, while
important to her, not romantic
interests; good.

Start of Relationship: After a few dates, Akashi decides
Yachi is just the ray of sunshine (wrapped in a nervous, overactive imagination
that he finds surprisingly quaint) he needs in his life in a more concrete
nature. A traditionalist, he acquires her mother’s permission to date her. Madoka is rather taken aback by this young man, but believes him when
he says he will never allow harm to come to her daughter and will always
treat her with the utmost respect. Receiving her blessing, Akashi takes Yachi
out to dinner that same night, telling her to dress up a bit. Over dinner he
said, “I have a question, Yachi-chan, or rather a request…make that two.” When
she met his eyes he asked, “One, I would like you to be my girlfriend and two,
I would like to call you Hitoka.” After choking on air for a few moments, Yachi
accepted.

Relationship Dynamics/Habits

Akashi prefers to avoid PDA (which is fine with Yachi) but
will keep his arm wrapped securely around her shoulders if they are in thick
crowds; he doesn’t want to lose her or have her get hurt.
But he does love to kiss her hands, either one or both, when
he is showing more affection.
Frequently sends her little gifts so she knows he’s thinking
of her when time with their respective teams, school and other responsibilities
keep them apart for any significant space of time.
She has her own room at the manor for when she visits so she
doesn’t have to take a late train.
They take up dancing lessons, or rather Yachi does being
taught by Akashi how to waltz despite her clumsy nature.
The Rakuzan boys adore her. Nebuya because she’s a good cook
and will bring them all homemade bentos for after practice when she’s staying with
Akashi, Mibuchi because she’s the cutest thing ever, and Hayama because he loves how much energy she has, just
like him. The boys of Karasuno are weary of Akashi but respect him and are glad
that he makes Yachi happy.

Here’s the updated version! Akashi, Midorima, Aomine, Kiyoshi, & Hanamiya, number 3 Imagines/Reactions weekend. Thanks a lot!

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Imagine Prompt #3 – Doing Laundry

Akashi: Let’s be real here, homeboy
does not do his own laundry, he’s got servants for such menial tasks. However,
he does draw the line with his
attendant picking out his clothes. He’s an (almost) grown man, he’ll pick out
his clothes himself thank you very much.

Midorima: Excessively organized and
anal about color separation, going so far as to separate whites from off
whites. Each load is washed, dried and put away before the beginning of a new
week. His mother appreciates having one less child to worry about cleaning up
after.

Aomine: Could give a crap about
sorting, not that it would really matter considering he owns mostly dark
clothing made primarily of cotton. Waits until his hamper is pretty much
overflowing then shoves everything in all at once. As a result, not all items
end up fully clean or dry but he doesn’t care. It’s a miracle that he hangs anything
up really.

Kiyoshi: Having been taught by both
his mother and grandmother the importance of understanding domestic responsibilities,
Kiyoshi is satisfactorily adept at doing laundry, whether it just be his or
helping with the rest of the family’s. He’ll make a good husband one day, fully
willing to share the household chores.

Hanamiya: Surprisingly willing to
do his own laundry, mostly to hide from his mother the blood stains acquired
during his breaking of other people. That and he knows she works hard so having
one less chore to worry about is something he’s willing to give her, she being
the only person in the whole world he cares about more than himself.