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Ooh !! Hello ! So exciting to see another Haikyuu imagines blog ! I hope you have a fun time here !! (о´∀`о) If it’s alright with you, may I request a fluffy scenario of Aone & a fem!reader ? The girl has a huge crush on Aone but is too shy to confess, so she kind of leaves him notes, handmade food, doodles, things that remind her of him to cheer him on in school, matches, and life. However as she was leaving a note on his desk, Aone catches her !! Hehe, thank you & have a wonderful day !

mme-hajime:

It all started
when you saw him look so sad after the third years retired. Something about
him seemed gloomy, like he wasn’t ready for it yet. You’ve been crushing for him since your first year, and you really wanted
to be there for him now – but you didn’t know how, having always been too shy to actually talk to him.

Which is why you
wrote down a poem you read not too long ago, a poem with words so affectionate
and kind, it made you think of him immediately. It wasn’t a love poem in the classic sense, but it made you smile and you hoped it would cheer him up, even if for only just a second.

You put it in his locker early
that day, making sure nobody saw you. Your fingers trembled and you felt sweat trickle down your back; But you really wanted him to know he wasn’t alone, and so you took all of your courage and put the note right on top of his shoes, clearly visible so he’d see once the day was done. It was the least you could do for him.

When you
saw him the next day you prayed to anyone that would listen that he didn’t
recognize your handwriting. You didn’t think this trough. What if he didn’t enjoy the poem at all? If he thought it was tacky or creepy or..? It kept bothering you, but it was too late to take it back now. What was done was done, and you had to live with whatever may happened. 

Nothing happened though.

It wasn’t until a
couple of days later that you overheard Futakuchi and Aone talking. You didn’t
mean to eavesdrop, didn’t intend to intrude. You really just happened to walk by
the gym, the door standing wide open as you heard Futakuchi asking about some note.

“Did you
find out who it was from?”

You turned,
glad that they haven’t noticed you yet. You didn’t move, just waited to see Aone shake his head slightly. So he didn’t know it was you. That’s good.

“Maybe it
really was a girl. It is a girly handwriting.”

Aone’s deep
voice somehow seemed so small as he replied. “Maybe that person just mistook my locker
for someone elses”.

Your heart clenched. Why would he think that?

“Yeah
maybe. Or maybe someone is crushing on the core of our iron wall.” Futakuchi
chuckled in mischief, his voice holding a teasing note. It snapped you out of the daze you were in and you hurried, trying to get away while not making any noise.

You were safe. He didn’t recognize your handwriting. And it didn’t seem like it bothered him at all. If
anything, he seemed a little sad to think that the note might not have been
intended for him.

You decided
to make sure to write his name on it next time.

~

You watched
as Aone sat outside, the bag of cookies you left him looking so small in his
hands. You made a mental note to maybe make a slightly bigger batch next time. He sat alone,
the sun shining on him as he unwrapped them. You saw him smile a
little before he started eating them, that smile filling you with warmth. Heat rose to your cheeks and you couldn’t help the happiness coursing through your body.

“Hey Y/N!”

Startled
you turned at the voice, jumping a little as you felt like you just got caught.
And you did, and by your best friend too. Maybe she wouldn’t see how you’ve been staring at Aone. You cleared your throat.

“What were you staring at?” Your friend came closer, trying to see what had you so mesmerized.

“Oh. It’s Aone.
Are you still too shy to confess?” She asked, nudging your side as she giggled. “Ahhh, young love..” your friend drawled,
wrapping an arm around you as she led you down the hall.

That night
you sat down on your desk, mulling over what to do. Maybe it was silly, maybe you should just go out and confess. But if he rejected you, this little thing you had, writing him notes and everything, it would disappear. And you didn’t want that – weren’t ready to let that go just yet.

You sighed, picking up a pencil. Aone was training hard right now, the upcoming match an important one. For that, you wanted to do something special, wanted to make sure he knew you’d be cheering for him.
Writing down words of encouragement you added a doodle below, a tiny bear
cheering for him, before you folded the note and put it in your backpack for
tomorrow.

You were
the first to arrive at school. The building was still quiet as you made your way
through the hallway, finding Aone’s locker quickly. You’ve been here a lot these past weeks and you went straight to it, opening it to put the note inside. Maybe you’ve gotten a little more reckless as the
weeks slipped by without you being caught. Because you didn’t notice that you weren’t alone in the building,
didn’t hear soft footsteps coming closer, completely lost in thought as you stroked over the note before you looked back up to get going.

“Y/N?”

You froze
at the sound of a deep baritone voice too close to you. Please let this be a
dream. Slowly you turned towards the door only to look straight into the
face of your crush.

Aone’s eyes
widened just a fraction as realization dawned. He didn’t look upset, if anything, he had a rather
curious expression. That didn’t help your instinct to run though. Before he could say
more or even ask you what you were doing you mumbled a quick apology and ran past him out to the hall.

Maybe he
just got in. Maybe he didn’t see anything and your panic was unnecessary. Maybe he didn’t see you sticking the note to his desk. Maybe, just maybe, he would think you were simply looking for something and didn’t find it.

You couldn’t
help it. You thought about it all day, unable to concentrate. You just sat in
class drifting off into over-thinking-mode – You didn’t even hear the bell ring,
didn’t get up as your last class was over.

“Hey, are
you okay?”
Your friend asked, snapping you
out of it.

“You’ve been.. kind of absent today”.

“I’m fine.
Sorry for worrying you.”

She paused, studying your face before she continued “I’ll be
waiting outside then”; You knew she didn’t buy it, but you were thankful she didn’t push it right now – You didn’t feel like explaining, only wanted the world to swallow you whole.

Packing up
your things you checked that you got everything. You’ve zoned out for most part of every class, and you had a lot to catch up on now. Sighing, you scolded yourself, cursing under your breath at your own carelessness.

You shoved open the door, more ready for the day to be done. But there he was, a big figure looming across from your class, looking like he was waiting for something. Or probably someone.

Your eyes
went wide, heart racing as you gulped, breaking out a sweat immediately; Your lips jerked up in a smile, trying to hide the panic you were feeling.

Before you could properly greet him though he looked
at you and bowed.

“Thank you
for leaving me all those notes. Thank you for the cookies. I really enjoyed
them.” Did his ears turn pink, or did the light play a trick on you? You opened
your mouth, closed it quickly again, not finding any words to say.

“I am very glad it was you. Would you like
get some ice cream with me?”

Aone is a fluffy teddy bear stuffed into the iron wall! This was so cute and I love that he’s getting love!

I’m your bunny, be my honey

ASK: Headcanons for how Kageyama, Lev, Aone, Oikawa, Akaashi and Terushima react when their crush shows up in a sexy bunny-girl costume (her volleyball team lost their tournament and this was the consequence) and confesses her feelings to them

I did these as mini scenarios I suppose, I just suck at head canons. I hope you like these.

Kageyama

When she entered the room, Kageyama wondered if he was dreaming. That couldn’t be his crush clad in such a scandalous outfit and walking directly towards him. All around he could hear his team reacting to her appearance, particularly Tanaka-san and Nishinoya-san who he was sure were being restrained by Ennoshita-san.

As she stopped in front of him, he worked diligently to keep his eyes only on her face.

“Kageyama-kun, I…I wanted you to know I care deeply about you. Pl…please accept my feelings.”

Her confession caught him off guard and he couldn’t get his mouth to work past his jaw unhinging and hanging down. After a few moments of silence, Hinata smacked his arm. “Answer her, Bakageyama!”

“Yes!” he shouted, voice echoing through the gym. He grabbed her hand, tugging her away from prying eyes. “I accept your feelings but can you put some clothes on!”

Lev

“Wow, _____-chan! It’s not Halloween is it?” Lev cried, eyes wide as he looked her over.

From his left he heard Kuroo’s low whistle, but couldn’t react, not when she was looking at him like that, looking like that.

“Lev-kun, I….I really, really like you,” she said, eyes averted to the ground, hand rubbing up and down her arm. “Would…you like to go out some time?”

“EH?!!” His outburst had her head whipping back to look at him. “You like me?! I…I’ve had a crush on you forever! I can’t believe this!”

“Lev, maybe you should stop embarrassing her further,” Yaku scolded. “And get her some cover you pervert!”

Aone

“Oi, Aone, isn’t that _______-chan?” Futakuchi asked, cheeks warming a bit.

The middle blocker turned his attention towards the gym door, eyes growing wider and wider as more of her came into view; much, much more.

Rushing forward, he grabbed his jacket, hurrying to throw it about her shoulders and zip it up. His face held his question and she blurted out, “I’m sorry to embarrass you, Aone-kun! I had a bet with the rival team’s captain that beat us and I had to do this as consequence of losing the tournament last week!”

Aone’s blood boiled; who could be so callous as to heap embarrassment like this upon the shame of loss?

He barely heard her next words, said so lowly he wondered if he imagined them. “And I have to tell you how I’m in love with you.”

He looked down at her, lips slightly parted in shock. Blinking rapidly, he hums, nodding once and holding out his hand. Tentatively she takes it, looking up at him with a sweet smile.

Oikawa

“Ooooohh, ______-chan, what is this scandalous outfit for? Are you trying to get my attention?” Oikawa crooned as she walked towards him. Despite his teasing tone and smirking face inwardly he was dying; how could she let all these guys see her like this? He wanted to be the only one to see her exposed as such…once he’d actually told her how he felt…if he ever would.

“That’s exactly it,” she confirmed, fingers grazing through his hair. The touch and her proximity with that much flesh showing had all the blood formerly in his head rushing below his waist line. “I know you hear this all the time, Oikawa-kun, but I love you. I hope you can return my affection.” When he didn’t answer, she shrugged her shoulders despite the ache in her heart. “Oh well, I tried,” she sighed, but the sound of a thud had her turning back around. There, blood running down his nose, lay Oikawa unconscious.

“Oikawa-kun?” she cried, kneeling next to him.

“Great, now how are we gonna get him ready for the match?” Iwaizumi complained, draping his jacket over her back. “Go get changed, I’m sure he’ll be professing his love as soon as he comes to.”

Akaashi

The gym was empty save for himself and Bokuto but Akaashi could feel his eyelids growing heavier. They’d been at it for hours and in his opinion it was time to call it a night. Just as he opened his mouth to call out to Bokuto, who’d gone to the storage room for another towel, he spotted her. Through the door walked _____-chan, his crush since the beginning of the year, wearing the sexiest bunny costume he’d ever seen. Come to think of it, he’d never seen anything like it before. Bewildered with wide eyes he stood rigid as she stepped further into the room.

“Akaashi!!!” Bokuto’s voice called, “Let’s do another fifty!”

Suddenly the setter was taking off across the room, meeting his friend at the door and blocking his view of her. “Hey,” Bokuto said surprised to find him there, “what’s up?”

With how dry his throat was and the rapidity of his pulse, Akaashi couldn’t believe he managed to speak even somewhat normally. “Sorry, I had something come up, do you mind cleaning up the gym?” When the ace looked inclined to whine about it, he added quickly, “I’ll make it up to you at morning practice. Fifty sets, they’re yours.”

Bokuto still pouted but finally replied, “OK, see you tomorrow.”

Akaashi glanced behind him, glad she’d had the foresight to leave. He had no idea what was going on but all he knew was he didn’t want anyone ever seeing her like that; except him.

He dashed out the door, surprised to find her with crossed arms waiting for him.

“Sorry, I…I didn’t want…”

“It’s fine Akaashi-san, I’m sorry to cause you so much trouble,” she said miserably.

“Wha…what are you doing?”

Quickly she explained the wager but when it came time for the big reveal (other than her skin) she faltered. Taking a deep breath she finally admitted, “I…I really like you and I’m sure this is the last way you wanted to find out but, it’s the truth and I hope it doesn’t mess up my chances and-”

“I feel the same way,” he said, voice surprisingly even. Then he stepped closer, voice lowering even more. “Now let’s get you changed, the last thing I need is for Bokuto to see you like this, he’ll never stop talking about it.”

Terushima

Johzenji’s captain was pretty sure he’d died and gone to heaven. He remained leaned against the wall, eyes trailing up and down her body as she stumbled towards him. Whoever insisted she wear high heels would be getting a thank you fruit basket from him. As she settled in front of him, he looked at her with hooded eyes, smile crooked. “To what do I owe this pleasurable view?” he asked smoothly.

“Um…I…I don’t know if you heard but we lost our tournament and…and there was a wager I had with the captain of the other team.”

“Yeah, sorry about that, tough break.” It was miracle he managed to have any sincerity in his tone. He was loving every second of her misfortune but how could she blame him?

“That…that’s not all,” she went on, voice small and eyes to the floor. He frowned, standing to his full height. Shyly she met her eyes to his. “I…I also have to confess…how I feel about you.”

His smile was back in full force. “Oh? And how would that be?”

She blushed, legs wobbling under the strain of holding herself in unfamiliar shoes. If she didn’t get this out now, she’d never do it and all of this embarrassment would have been for nothing. “I really like you, Terushima-kun, will you…will you accept my feelings?”

“That depends,” he returned, trailing his hand through her hair, “do I get to see you in this again…in private?”

Hiii :D may I request Aone and U please?

Understand (some misconception that they want others to understand about them)

Oh our dear silent, sweet giant! He wishes people understood how gentle he can be. Sure, he’s part of Date Tech’s Iron Wall and sure, he targets aces on other teams. But what people don’t seem to realize is, if he saw those same aces on the street injured or in trouble in someway he would be the first to stop and help them. 

One time he came across Asahi limping back from a run (he’d slipped on a mud patch), pain etched on his face. Without a word, Aone jogged to him, put Asahi’s arm around his neck and helped him home. 

:3 How about D and R for the sweet baby Aone~?

vball-baes-bball-babes:

Another combo, I just wrote out the scene that incorporates both of these.

  • D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)
  • R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

Aone has been feeling…restless. Long days of class, a part time job and homework has left little time for him to spend with his girlfriend and it’s beginning to take it’s toll on the stoic male. Not usually one for public displays of affection, she’s surprised when he gathers her in his arms for a long hug, lips pressing to hers firmly in view of passers by making their way to evening classes.

“Takanobu?” she asks when they part, dazed a bit by the unexpected ravaging of her lips.

“I need you,” he replies simply.

She smiles up into his face, caressing his cheek and nods. They hurry to her apartment and he all but slams her against the door once it’s closed. The moaning of his name on her lips feels like honey to his soul as he sucks eagerly on her neck. Drawing her closer, he trails backwards, falling onto the couch and pulling her flush against him, her legs astride his hips.

He’s already hard, cock pressed uncomfortably against his pants but he can’t stop grinding up into her. She returns the motion, rotating her hips to get a better angle making his head fall back hard against the back of the couch. “Again,” he pleads, breathless and she moves once more, writing on top of him, hands laced through his hair, lips teasing the flesh of his neck.

He moans appreciation of her attention, hands trailing under her shirt to caress her back while providing support as she continues grinding her now soaking panties against his still clothed cock.

Aone thrusts up, eager for more contact and winces when he feels the bite of his zipper against over sensitized skin. He forces his eyes open, watching her face, brows furrowed in concentration of giving him what he wants and his heart swells with love for her.

He wants to finish properly, to give her release in return but he can’t move, he needs her so bad he can’t even take the time to remove his pants. One last grind of her hips allows him sweet relief and he positively erupts within the confines of his trousers, a guttural groan pulling from his throat. They’re both panting, a light sheen of sweat on their brows as their eyes meet once more.

Suddenly self conscious of what just transpired, Aone looks away, his cheeks dusting pink but she draws him back to her, kissing him gently. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, I’m quite pleased you want me that badly.”

He nods, gathering his strength then her in his arms to walk to the bathroom. A shower is in order, where intends to thank her properly for helping him relax.

:3 How about D and R for the sweet baby Aone~?

vball-baes-bball-babes:

Another combo, I just wrote out the scene that incorporates both of these.

  • D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)
  • R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

Aone has been feeling…restless. Long days of class, a part time job and homework has left little time for him to spend with his girlfriend and it’s beginning to take it’s toll on the stoic male. Not usually one for public displays of affection, she’s surprised when he gathers her in his arms for a long hug, lips pressing to hers firmly in view of passers by making their way to evening classes.

“Takanobu?” she asks when they part, dazed a bit by the unexpected ravaging of her lips.

“I need you,” he replies simply.

She smiles up into his face, caressing his cheek and nods. They hurry to her apartment and he all but slams her against the door once it’s closed. The moaning of his name on her lips feels like honey to his soul as he sucks eagerly on her neck. Drawing her closer, he trails backwards, falling onto the couch and pulling her flush against him, her legs astride his hips.

He’s already hard, cock pressed uncomfortably against his pants but he can’t stop grinding up into her. She returns the motion, rotating her hips to get a better angle making his head fall back hard against the back of the couch. “Again,” he pleads, breathless and she moves once more, writing on top of him, hands laced through his hair, lips teasing the flesh of his neck.

He moans appreciation of her attention, hands trailing under her shirt to caress her back while providing support as she continues grinding her now soaking panties against his still clothed cock.

Aone thrusts up, eager for more contact and winces when he feels the bite of his zipper against over sensitized skin. He forces his eyes open, watching her face, brows furrowed in concentration of giving him what he wants and his heart swells with love for her.

He wants to finish properly, to give her release in return but he can’t move, he needs her so bad he can’t even take the time to remove his pants. One last grind of her hips allows him sweet relief and he positively erupts within the confines of his trousers, a guttural groan pulling from his throat. They’re both panting, a light sheen of sweat on their brows as their eyes meet once more.

Suddenly self conscious of what just transpired, Aone looks away, his cheeks dusting pink but she draws him back to her, kissing him gently. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, I’m quite pleased you want me that badly.”

He nods, gathering his strength then her in his arms to walk to the bathroom. A shower is in order, where intends to thank her properly for helping him relax.

:3 How about D and R for the sweet baby Aone~?

Another combo, I just wrote out the scene that incorporates both of these.

  • D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)
  • R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

Aone has been feeling…restless. Long days of class, a part time job and homework has left little time for him to spend with his girlfriend and it’s beginning to take it’s toll on the stoic male. Not usually one for public displays of affection, she’s surprised when he gathers her in his arms for a long hug, lips pressing to hers firmly in view of passers by making their way to evening classes.

“Takanobu?” she asks when they part, dazed a bit by the unexpected ravaging of her lips.

“I need you,” he replies simply.

She smiles up into his face, caressing his cheek and nods. They hurry to her apartment and he all but slams her against the door once it’s closed. The moaning of his name on her lips feels like honey to his soul as he sucks eagerly on her neck. Drawing her closer, he trails backwards, falling onto the couch and pulling her flush against him, her legs astride his hips.

He’s already hard, cock pressed uncomfortably against his pants but he can’t stop grinding up into her. She returns the motion, rotating her hips to get a better angle making his head fall back hard against the back of the couch. “Again,” he pleads, breathless and she moves once more, writing on top of him, hands laced through his hair, lips teasing the flesh of his neck.

He moans appreciation of her attention, hands trailing under her shirt to caress her back while providing support as she continues grinding her now soaking panties against his still clothed cock.

Aone thrusts up, eager for more contact and winces when he feels the bite of his zipper against over sensitized skin. He forces his eyes open, watching her face, brows furrowed in concentration of giving him what he wants and his heart swells with love for her.

He wants to finish properly, to give her release in return but he can’t move, he needs her so bad he can’t even take the time to remove his pants. One last grind of her hips allows him sweet relief and he positively erupts within the confines of his trousers, a guttural groan pulling from his throat. They’re both panting, a light sheen of sweat on their brows as their eyes meet once more.

Suddenly self conscious of what just transpired, Aone looks away, his cheeks dusting pink but she draws him back to her, kissing him gently. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, I’m quite pleased you want me that badly.”

He nods, gathering his strength then her in his arms to walk to the bathroom. A shower is in order, where intends to thank her properly for helping him relax.

# 15 with Aone :3

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Aone – #15 Warming each other up

The storm has been raging all day, but never getting quite
cold enough to transform the precipitation into snow. Sitting on the train,
Aone watches as streaks of water shoot down the window, eyelids drooping thanks
to an extra long practice and the general darkness of the sky.

It comes to a stop, doors opening to let in more waterlogged
travelers but one visage in particular catches his attention. Sopping wet,
without an umbrella or slicker in sight, ______ stands shivering as she clutches
one of the support poles. He can see from here her fingers are almost blue.

He wants to help, but is hesitant. He’s fairly sure she’ll
recognize him given that he’s a rather hard person to miss at their school, but
will she even want help from someone like him? That question is answered as her
eyes land on him, an unexpected smile erupting on her face dispelling the
discomfort formerly there.

“Aone-san,” she greets, walking briskly to his position and
taking the empty seat next to him. “Am I glad to see you!”

He grunts a short greeting, hands clenched together in his
lap.

A shiver runs over her body, followed by sniffles. He has no
doubt she’ll end up sick because of this. Before he can talk himself out of it,
Aone shrugs out of his heavy, water resistant jacket, plopping it over her
shoulders. Too cold to protest, she tugs it around like a blanket while sending
him grateful smile, one that drives away any feeling of cold from his body.

As the train reaches her stop, _______ stands once more and gathers
her bags. “Thanks for helping me warm up,” she says, pushing the jacket towards
him.

He shakes his head, standing along side her and gathering
his own belongings. They exit the train to a thankfully covered platform where
he extracts the bags from her hands and gestures that she put on the garment
once more.

“Oh, but I’m just a few blocks from here,” she protests, “I’ll
be able to take a warm shower and change in no time!”

Aone chastises himself for the blush threatening to erupt on
his cheeks at just the mere mention
of her in the shower. Shaking his head, both in opposition to her protesting
and to shake off inappropriate imaginings, he sets down the bags, wraps the
jacket (which is more like a dress on her) around her body and zips it up,
tugging up the hood for good measure.

Nodding once, Aone picks up the bags and gestures for her to
walk.

Sighing, she does so, picking up the pace as they emerge
into the deluge. It takes a bit longer to get there thanks to the slick
sidewalks but eventually they reach her home. She opens the door, beckoning
Aone to enter as well which he does.

Setting down her things, he waits for her to take off his jacket.
Upon it’s return, he places one arm then the other through the arm holes. Despite
their frigid and wet walk, the inside is warm and smells faintly of ________’s
perfume; Aone wonders if he’ll ever want to wash this jacket again.

“Thanks again.” Her voice draws his attention to her face.
Looking up at him, hair still wetly matted and face slightly pale she crooks
her finger. He bends down obediently only to have shock rush through him
followed by a whole new type of heat when she pecks his cheek. He stands
quickly, eyes wide and she giggles. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow, Aone-san.”

He nods, hand grasping the door and body practically flying
down the steps but a smile, small but strong, refuses to leave his mouth, no
matter how hard the rain falls on his head.

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# 15 with Aone :3

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Aone – #15 Warming each other up

The storm has been raging all day, but never getting quite
cold enough to transform the precipitation into snow. Sitting on the train,
Aone watches as streaks of water shoot down the window, eyelids drooping thanks
to an extra long practice and the general darkness of the sky.

It comes to a stop, doors opening to let in more waterlogged
travelers but one visage in particular catches his attention. Sopping wet,
without an umbrella or slicker in sight, ______ stands shivering as she clutches
one of the support poles. He can see from here her fingers are almost blue.

He wants to help, but is hesitant. He’s fairly sure she’ll
recognize him given that he’s a rather hard person to miss at their school, but
will she even want help from someone like him? That question is answered as her
eyes land on him, an unexpected smile erupting on her face dispelling the
discomfort formerly there.

“Aone-san,” she greets, walking briskly to his position and
taking the empty seat next to him. “Am I glad to see you!”

He grunts a short greeting, hands clenched together in his
lap.

A shiver runs over her body, followed by sniffles. He has no
doubt she’ll end up sick because of this. Before he can talk himself out of it,
Aone shrugs out of his heavy, water resistant jacket, plopping it over her
shoulders. Too cold to protest, she tugs it around like a blanket while sending
him grateful smile, one that drives away any feeling of cold from his body.

As the train reaches her stop, _______ stands once more and gathers
her bags. “Thanks for helping me warm up,” she says, pushing the jacket towards
him.

He shakes his head, standing along side her and gathering
his own belongings. They exit the train to a thankfully covered platform where
he extracts the bags from her hands and gestures that she put on the garment
once more.

“Oh, but I’m just a few blocks from here,” she protests, “I’ll
be able to take a warm shower and change in no time!”

Aone chastises himself for the blush threatening to erupt on
his cheeks at just the mere mention
of her in the shower. Shaking his head, both in opposition to her protesting
and to shake off inappropriate imaginings, he sets down the bags, wraps the
jacket (which is more like a dress on her) around her body and zips it up,
tugging up the hood for good measure.

Nodding once, Aone picks up the bags and gestures for her to
walk.

Sighing, she does so, picking up the pace as they emerge
into the deluge. It takes a bit longer to get there thanks to the slick
sidewalks but eventually they reach her home. She opens the door, beckoning
Aone to enter as well which he does.

Setting down her things, he waits for her to take off his jacket.
Upon it’s return, he places one arm then the other through the arm holes. Despite
their frigid and wet walk, the inside is warm and smells faintly of ________’s
perfume; Aone wonders if he’ll ever want to wash this jacket again.

“Thanks again.” Her voice draws his attention to her face.
Looking up at him, hair still wetly matted and face slightly pale she crooks
her finger. He bends down obediently only to have shock rush through him
followed by a whole new type of heat when she pecks his cheek. He stands
quickly, eyes wide and she giggles. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow, Aone-san.”

He nods, hand grasping the door and body practically flying
down the steps but a smile, small but strong, refuses to leave his mouth, no
matter how hard the rain falls on his head.

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# 15 with Aone :3

Aone – #15 Warming each other up

The storm has been raging all day, but never getting quite
cold enough to transform the precipitation into snow. Sitting on the train,
Aone watches as streaks of water shoot down the window, eyelids drooping thanks
to an extra long practice and the general darkness of the sky.

It comes to a stop, doors opening to let in more waterlogged
travelers but one visage in particular catches his attention. Sopping wet,
without an umbrella or slicker in sight, ______ stands shivering as she clutches
one of the support poles. He can see from here her fingers are almost blue.

He wants to help, but is hesitant. He’s fairly sure she’ll
recognize him given that he’s a rather hard person to miss at their school, but
will she even want help from someone like him? That question is answered as her
eyes land on him, an unexpected smile erupting on her face dispelling the
discomfort formerly there.

“Aone-san,” she greets, walking briskly to his position and
taking the empty seat next to him. “Am I glad to see you!”

He grunts a short greeting, hands clenched together in his
lap.

A shiver runs over her body, followed by sniffles. He has no
doubt she’ll end up sick because of this. Before he can talk himself out of it,
Aone shrugs out of his heavy, water resistant jacket, plopping it over her
shoulders. Too cold to protest, she tugs it around like a blanket while sending
him grateful smile, one that drives away any feeling of cold from his body.

As the train reaches her stop, _______ stands once more and gathers
her bags. “Thanks for helping me warm up,” she says, pushing the jacket towards
him.

He shakes his head, standing along side her and gathering
his own belongings. They exit the train to a thankfully covered platform where
he extracts the bags from her hands and gestures that she put on the garment
once more.

“Oh, but I’m just a few blocks from here,” she protests, “I’ll
be able to take a warm shower and change in no time!”

Aone chastises himself for the blush threatening to erupt on
his cheeks at just the mere mention
of her in the shower. Shaking his head, both in opposition to her protesting
and to shake off inappropriate imaginings, he sets down the bags, wraps the
jacket (which is more like a dress on her) around her body and zips it up,
tugging up the hood for good measure.

Nodding once, Aone picks up the bags and gestures for her to
walk.

Sighing, she does so, picking up the pace as they emerge
into the deluge. It takes a bit longer to get there thanks to the slick
sidewalks but eventually they reach her home. She opens the door, beckoning
Aone to enter as well which he does.

Setting down her things, he waits for her to take off his jacket.
Upon it’s return, he places one arm then the other through the arm holes. Despite
their frigid and wet walk, the inside is warm and smells faintly of ________’s
perfume; Aone wonders if he’ll ever want to wash this jacket again.

“Thanks again.” Her voice draws his attention to her face.
Looking up at him, hair still wetly matted and face slightly pale she crooks
her finger. He bends down obediently only to have shock rush through him
followed by a whole new type of heat when she pecks his cheek. He stands
quickly, eyes wide and she giggles. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow, Aone-san.”

He nods, hand grasping the door and body practically flying
down the steps but a smile, small but strong, refuses to leave his mouth, no
matter how hard the rain falls on his head.

(separate responses plz) *tackle hugs Okamura/Aone around the waist* “Okamuraaa~!/Aoneeee~!” *smiles up at him* “I love yoouuu, darlin’~ Come on, let’s bake cupcakes together then watch movies!” *attempts to drag Okamura/Aone away* (if this is completely wrong, I am so sorry plz forgive me ><;)

You did it right, no worries!

*Okamura is so happy to have a girl like you he has tears of joy in his
eyes* “Kurumu-chan, I love you too! Yeah, let’s get baking!” *The two of you bake chocolate cupcakes,
adding extra frosting just because. When you take a bite and have some frosting
left on your lip, Okamura can’t help leaning down to kiss it off* “The cupcakes
are sweet, Kurumu-chan,” he says lowly, drawing you close again, “But you’re
sweeter.” You forget about the movie when he kisses you again.  

*Aone blushes at your enthusiastic affection but loves it nonetheless.
It isn’t everyday a lovely girl is willing to stand next to him let alone hug him. He nods at your suggestion,
walking with you to your house* “Do you want to do the frosting, Aone-kun?”
you ask and he nods once. He’s surprisingly good at making perfect swirls, the
strawberry frosting sitting prettily atop lemon cupcakes.

*Looks at the leftover frosting, then to your face. Takes a dollop and
bops it on your nose making you squeal. He smiles at your pout, holding up the
bowl so you can’t retaliate*. “No fair, Aone-kun,” you whine so he relents,
letting you take your own dab and putting it on his lips. He blushes furiously
when you lean up and kiss it off him. “Now, let’s go snuggle and watch that
movie,” you whisper. He can only nod and follow, cupcake long forgotten.