Nijimura, Haizaki, Himuro, Mayuzumi, Imayoshi for the Bad Boys AU: headcanons when their s/o blurts out in front of everyone in her family’s company party that she don’t intend to inherit the family business but instead wish to find her own path in the world with her boyfriend

A/N: I tried to write head canons but this situation felt more
suited to reactions so I hope you don’t mind.

“I have an
announcement to make,” you say, voice quivering slightly. Meeting your eyes to
your boyfriend one last time, you address the board of your elders. “I have no
intention of accepting the inheritance of this business.” You raise your voice to be heard over the din of disapproval, “Because I plan on leaving with the man I love, to pursue our own path
together.”

Nijimura

Nearly bites through his lip in irritation; how could you
handle something so delicate so carelessly? He shifts in his seat, eyes closing
as he thinks of how to redeem the situation. He has no intention of leaving
you, but he also won’t allow you to walk away from the safety and stability of
your family and its business. Looking first to you and then your father he says
quietly, “I believe there’s been a misunderstanding, could we please meet in
your private office to discuss this further?”

Haizaki

Barely keeping a lid on his temper, Haizaki rushes to your
position at the head seat practically dragging you to the balcony. The second the
door is shut he snaps, “Are you fucking stupid? Do you think I’ve put up with
all their bullshit just so you could throw away everything?” He curses when you
stutter out that you thought this was what he wanted, to be free from the scrutiny,
the backstabbing, the lies and the cheating. “Do you even know me?! That’s what
I’m good at, dumbass! Now, go back in
there and claim momentary insanity or something because there’s no way in hell
we’re leaving until you’re back on the fast track to leading this dump.”

Himuro

His heart races, shock pulling up waves of adrenaline as he
lets your words settle in the room. A moment later, the expected uproar hits
like a tidal wave but he sits silent, allowing you to handle the situation as
you see fit. He really wishes you would have discussed this with him prior but
now that the damage is done, he’ll stand by you. After all, you’re doing this
for him.

Mayuzumi

Rolls his eyes and sighs as he sets down his book. “Why must
you make everything so over dramatic?” he asks with a huff. Thankfully this was
only your test run, the meeting you intended to spout this at occurring the
following day. “Besides, hadn’t you heard? Akashi-san already bought your
family’s company, so whether you wanted it or not, it’s no longer yours.”

Imayoshi

You can’t read his expression, which is nothing new despite
all the time you’ve been together. Even with you, Imayoshi is guarded,
secretive and cunning. Which is why it really shouldn’t come as surprise when
he stands up next to you, coughing a bit in seeming embarrassment but that you
can see through for the facade it is. “As much as I appreciate your…adventurous
spirit, this supposed undiscovered path has already had its foundations laid
here.” He opens his eyes wider, meeting your gaze. “Your father signed the
corporation over to me this morning, so neither of us will be going anywhere
for some time.”

Hello my dear! I was wondering if I could request a Yakuza! Kasamatsu where he originally kidnaps reader because her family owes a lot of money. But even when they manage to pay it off, he keeps her because he ends up falling in love with her? However, he lets reader decide if she wants to stay with him or leave?

A/N: Everyone is aged
up, therefore, Kasamatsu is not his normal, blushing, can’t talk to women self.
That’s all fun and good but I wanted something a bit different with this one
and I hope you all enjoy it. Also, the essence of your ask is here just changed
up a little. I hope you love it!

Kasamatsu sighs, rubbing
the sides of his head. This is the part of his job he hates. No, scratch that,
he hates his whole existence in this fucked up world he’s been forced to
partake in but there’s nothing for it; he has nowhere else to go and he’s in
too deep to ever get out.

Imayoshi smiles, that
insincere, nefarious smile of his as their latest captive, or as he likes to
call them collateral, is ushered kicking and screaming into one of the “guest
rooms”.

“Quite the feisty one,
eh?” he asks looking at Kise.

The blonde snorts but
his eyes haven’t lost their gleam. If anything, they’re brighter. “Well if it
were easy all the time that would spoil some of the fun, now wouldn’t it?”

Kasamatsu shakes his
head, still perplexed how this can be the same guy they recruited a year ago.

They didn’t even have to
work that hard to persuade him, in fact he came along a little too willingly
for Kasamatsu’s taste. He remembers thinking Kise was a happy go lucky type of
guy, all sing song voice and flirty eyes, which now given his job as a lure
works well in their favor. But time has worn away that persona, at least behind
closed doors, and Kise’s revealed himself to be quite the deviant and sadistic
bastard. He thinks little of almost everyone, barely respecting his higher ups
and that’s mostly due to risk of punishment.

You think you know a
guy.

Banging is heard upon
the locked door, the woman’s voice shrill and penetrating. “Kindly get her to
stuff a sock in it, Kasamatsu,” Imayoshi orders.

The brunette grunts
something akin to “yes sir” before striding to the door. He yanks it open
sharply, a startled cry and wide eyes greeting him. He feels his heart almost
stop; she’s gorgeous. Not just that but there’s fire, passion, drive in her
eyes. She refuses to be a victim so matter how much she is one now.

“What the hell is this?
I demand that you release me! Do you know who my father is?” she yells getting
right in his face. Yep, she’s a brave one. He pushes her back hard enough to
land on the bed before slamming the door and crossing his arms.

“One, keep your mouth
shut or else I’ll make your stay infinitely less comfortable with a rope and
gag,” he says, voice calm and even. He watches her swallow her retort. “Two,
we’re very aware of who your father is. Are you
aware of the debt he owes Imayoshi? Of the bad investments and the lying and
the book cooking?”

Her eyes get wider and
wider with every word he utters, tears clinging to long lashes. “I guess that’s
a no,” he remarks leaning against the door. Closing his eyes, Kasamatsu inhales
a deep breath through his nose then opens his eyes once more to meet her gaze.
“The grace period ended and when Imayoshi sent his collector, your father
couldn’t pay. So, you’re here as collateral.” He brushes imaginary dust from
his suit just to avoid her eyes. “Which means, as long as you follow orders,
you can roam freely in the manor. Well, mostly free, since I’ll be accompanying
you to make sure you don’t run off or get yourself killed somehow.”

He opens the door,
turning to look over his shoulder. “For now, I suggest you take a shower and
change into something more comfortable. I’ll see to it that you get something
to eat.” Then he’s gone, locking the door from behind which he hears renewed
sobbing.

He sighs again. He
really hates this.

Days later and he’s
ready to punch a wall. He thought his new charge would have some sense of
self-preservation but no, she challenges anyone and everyone she encounters, but
mostly him.

“What the fuck is wrong
with you?” he hisses. “Are you trying to get yourself maimed? Or killed?” He’s
got her by the wrist having just caught her trying to escape for the third
time.

“You can’t hurt me,” she
reasons, “If I’m collateral then part of the agreement must be my safe return, unharmed.”

“For someone who’s
family is so deep in the business you sure are stupid about it. For one, your theory
is completely wrong. The only reason you’re still in such good condition is
because I’m in charge of you. But what exactly do you think will happen if you
do manage to escape huh?” Kasamatsu snaps, his voice rising as he pushes up her
against the wall, hands tightly squeezing her shoulders.

Her eyes are blown wide
at his proximity and the intensity of his gaze. “You think this is a fucking
game? That if you escape you win? Debt dropped because you were clever?”

He huffs, shaking his
head and looking down momentarily before meeting her eyes again. “If you
escape, what do you think the next step is in paying the debt? I’ll tell you. Imayoshi
will merely up the cost. Instead of a live hostage, he’ll cut his loss and your father’s life short.”

She inhales sharply,
tears leaking down her face. “And he’ll send me to do it as punishment for letting you get away,” he continues,
tone bitter.

“That…that’s…” she
stutters.

He glares deeper at her.
“I hate killing, always have always will. I don’t want this life but I’m stuck
to it like a curse. And,” he looks to the door, lowering his voice and hoping
his initial outburst wasn’t overhead before looking back at her, “if you keep
disobeying me, Imayoshi will remove you from my charge to someone more…adept at
breaking people.”

“How true that is, my
dear,” Imayoshi says from the doorway making both Kasamatsu and her jump. He
strides forward, pushing aside his subordinate to roughly clasp her by the
chin. Face inches from hers, he speaks in a low menacing tone, and though he
looks at her, his words are for Kasamatsu.

“If I hear that this
little bird has spread her wings a bit too far one more time, I’ll let Hanamiya
clip them. Understood?” He meets his eyes back to Kasamatsu.

“Yes sir,” comes the
quick reply.

Imayoshi releases her
chin, giving her a slight smack on the cheek. “Count your lucky stars that
you’re in Kasa’s care, little bird. He’s one of our more…tenderhearted
members.”

Standing to his full
height, Imayoshi straightens his tie and jacket, sending one last look to
Kasamatsu before turning on his heel and exiting the library. Exhaling a long
breath, the remaining male takes her by the elbow guiding her out into the hall.

“Who…who’s Hanamiya?”
she asks numbly.

Kasamatsu tightens his
grip on her arm. “Trust me, you’re far better off not knowing. By the time his
last collateral’s family paid off their debt the damage was already done.”

“What do you mean?”

He meets his eyes to
hers. “She ended up in a mental institution.”

Since the day in the
library, things have been relatively easier with her, at least in terms of her
sticking around. She’s still snarky and full of sass but mostly just to annoy
him. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say she was flirting.

But that may just be
wishful thinking.

Because resistance is
futile against this woman and he can feel himself succumbing to her charms.
Especially when she smiles. It’s uncanny how much a simple tilt of her lips in
an upward trajectory can lift his spirits, though he’s careful not to show any indication
of such a thing.

Or at least he thought
he was until Kise remarks, “If you keep making puppy eyes at her I’m going
to puke.”

Kasamatsu sends him a
glare but doesn’t respond, knowing it will only make him worse. The blonde
snickers, parting with, “Don’t go falling in love with her. Either way,
she won’t be staying forever.”

As he walks away,
Kasamatsu clenches his fist, striking the wall in his irritation; Kise’s right.
This whole arrangement won’t be indefinite. Imayoshi may be a patient man but
he also has a reputation to maintain.

And everybody pays in
one way or another.

It’s like self-fulfilling
prophecy. Time has gone by rapidly and Kasamatsu can see the changes in her.
She’s more relaxed around him, willing to smile more, even laugh out loud
sometimes, usually over a book she’s reading or movie she’s watching. And he
can feel the changes in himself. The unnecessary touches to her body, a guiding
hand on her back as they walk through the manor, a hand out to assist her from
her chair. The way he thinks about her constantly, even when he’s in his room
and she in hers.

He knows it’s stupid,
stupid and dangerous but they don’t call it falling for nothing and he’s
falling hard and fast.

The manor is quiet, most
of the other members either off for the night having a drink or a screw (or
most likely both) or on jobs of their own. The past month has been building to
this crossroad and Kasamatsu stands rock solid like he’s wearing concrete shoes,
his eyes fixed on her face as she inches closer to him.

Her hand settles on his
neck, sending shockwaves through his nerves but he remains still. Slowly she leans
forward, breath teasing the sensitive flesh of his lips. “This is just…stress
release, you understand?”

“Are you trying to
convince me or yourself?” he asks bluntly.

“Screw you,”
she breathes closing the distance kissing him harshly.

Kasamatsu can’t stop his
hands from moving, one wrapping in her hair while the other locks onto her hip.
“If you say so,” he counters huskily.

He pushes her into the
mattress, mouth and tongue caressing every inch of flesh exposed. She arches
and moans, holding onto him so tight he wonders if he’ll bruise. And when she
crests her peak, moaning loudly, “Yukio,” he knows he’s a lost man.

When it’s over, he
leaves at her behest, her reasoning that if they keep it to just fucking it’ll
be less complicated. “Whatever,” he mumbles pulling up his pants and
tossing on his shirt, not bothering to button up the latter.

It happens again three
days later in the storeroom after dinner and then two nights after that in the
pool house after dusk.

They both keep saying
their trysts can’t continue, he because of attachment issues, she because the
more she feels for him the more she feels a traitor to her family. But they
can’t stop, it’s like an addiction, it goes beyond want to need and keeps
getting deeper no matter how many times in so many words they tell themselves
they don’t care.

The veil of mutual lies
falls even lower tonight when Kasamatsu rises to leave and feels her hand wrap
around his wrist.

“Stay,” she
says, the word quiet in the dark, a plea as much as it is an order. And
Kasamatsu realizes as he lays back down, drawing her into his embrace, that the
roles of warden and captor have switched or at the very least become mutual.

Because he’s irrevocably
in love with her.

The day comes, the day
he’s dreaded since he first laid eyes on her. If he’s honest, he probably fell
for her then, hair flying wild, eyes full of fear but determination. She was
like no one he’d ever met before and he wants nothing more than to keep her by
his side. But it’s not his choice, nothing in this god forsaken world he lives
in is his choice. It’s orders, orders, orders.

And his orders are to
take her home.

Through some miracle
(more likely an extreme generous or unfortunate “benefactor”) her father’s debt
is cleared. She’s no longer a captive of the Yakuza, but she’s definitely
Kasamatu’s.

“I don’t want to go
back, Yukio, I want to stay here. With you,” she confesses as he gathers her
bag filled with items acquired during her time with him.

His head falls back on a
sigh, arms going slack before he looks at her. “You know that’s not possible.
And even if it were, I wouldn’t let you.”

She crosses her arms,
finger nails digging into her small biceps, teeth mangling her bottom lip. He
knows she hates showing weakness but she can’t help wearing her emotions in the
open, her heart on her sleeve. “Why?” she whispers, eyes closing in effort to
trap her tears.

He flops her bag on the
bed to draw her into his arms, inhaling deeply to take in the scent of her. He draws
back, hand caressing her cheek as he stares in her eyes. They’re so pure still,
so full of hope and life and good that
it pains him. Everything he’s ever wanted is right here in his arms but he
absolutely will not keep it, will not keep her. Because she’s too good for his
world.

A dark chuckle almost
escapes his lips as memory takes hold of a boy from long ago, one wearing a
high school basketball jersey and knee-high socks, who for the life of him
couldn’t even speak coherently to a
girl let alone do the things and say the words he’s done and said with her.

He opens his mouth but
the moment is broken by a knock at the door. Separating from her, Kasamatsu
opens the door revealing Sakurai, who bows low.

“I’m sorry, but the car
is waiting,” he says voice shaking.

Kasamatsu nods once
dismissing him. Turning back around, he walks to the bed and picks up her bag
before placing his hand upon her back, a familiar gesture he doesn’t even
bother hiding anymore. “Come on, it’s time to go,” he says quietly.

The drive to her home is
silent, save for muffled sniffles coming from beside him. She insisted she ride
up front, the last time she’d have to be by his side. As they reach her family home,
Kasamatsu sees her face scrunching up in an attempt not to cry. She fails
miserably. It pierces his heart but he can’t, he won’t be selfish. It’s for her own good that she returns to her
family, even if they are tied to the business. There’s still time for her to get
out, to make a life of her own away from it. Which means, away from him.

He stops the car and
gets out, popping the trunk to gather her bag before reaching the passenger
door. Opening it, he holds out his hand but she won’t take it, won’t even look
at him. “Hey, come on, they’re waiting for you,” he grunts.

She shakes her head.
Groaning softly, Kasamatsu drops his burden to the ground and reaches in tugging
her out, easily moving her smaller frame with his larger one. When she
collapses in his arms he dies a little more inside. “Please,” he mumbles in her
hair, “you have to go.” Her head moves back, eyes full of tears. Then suddenly,
she puts distance between them just enough to rear back and smack him across
the face.

“I love you,” she chokes
out. He stays silent. “And I know you love me too Yukio, you may never have
said it but I could feel it! I could see, can
see it, right now, so why? Why are you doing this?” she shouts.

He grabs her shoulders
roughly, pushing her back against the closed door of the car, bearing the
weight of his soul in his eyes. “Because I love you too much to corrupt you!
I’m nothing! I have nothing! You think I want to stay with the Yakuza, that I
want to be Imayoshi’s errand bitch boy? I don’t have a fucking choice! He owns
me! Body, soul, mind, all of it, until I die which could be any moment of any
day!” He’s breathing hard, muscles tense and teeth grit. He grabs her chin,
kissing her hard, hot and deep. He doesn’t care if anyone sees this, he’s
making a statement and wants the whole fucking world to hear it.

Pulling away, their
breaths mingle as he says softly, “I will love you until the day I die, but I
will not let you throw away your life for me. Go, do magnificent things, change
the world, just…live a little bit for me.”

He plants one last kiss
before turning away and heading to the driver’s door, the sound of its slam the
finality of his decision.

He means every word,
he’ll die loving her, but he’ll sacrifice both of their happiness to keep her safe.

A month later, his
assertion that he could die at any time almost comes to fruition. He’s sent on a job with Aomine as lookout but their target got the jump on them and he ended
up stabbed several times. For all his hard ass talk and “don’t give a fuck” attitude,
Kasamatsu had never seen Aomine drive that fast before passing out. It’s a
miracle that he survived.

A week has passed since
the attack and when Kasamatsu opens his eyes for the first time it’s to find her in a hospital chair by his bed. In
his shock, he tries to sit up resulting in a groan of pain pulling her from
twilight slumber. Instantly she’s up, one hand grabbing his while the other
lays gently upon his cheek and he almost laughs at the irony that her last
touch to him there was a bit more stinging. His body reacts to her
automatically, head nuzzling into her touch.

“What the hell are you
doing here?” he asks, tone weaker than he’d prefer.

She smiles softly,
leaning down to kiss him and the feel of her, the scent of her, everything
about her brings him back to life. When she pulls away, she whispers, “Hayakawa
told me, or at least tried to tell me, what happened but all I needed to
understand was you were hurt.” She places a hand over his mouth to cover
protests she’s tired of hearing. “Stop, Yukio, please. I know you think you
know what’s best, and to be honest, you’re probably right. But thanks to my
father and brothers, this world is a part of me now. And if I have to live in
hell, I’d rather choose the demons I keep company with.”

He takes in a deep
breath, moving her hand and pulling her forward to kiss again, more deeply,
more lovingly, than he’s ever allowed himself. Releasing her mouth reluctantly,
he grunts, “And if I have to live in hell, I’d rather keep an angel by my side.”

And a week later when he
returns to the manor, that’s exactly where she is.

Imagine Sakurai being brought up to be a bad boy, high ranking. What if he finds a crying girl with box of fluffy little meowing kittens? What would he do?

So yeah, this opened a flood gate of melancholy I didn’t
even know was there. It’s like, this could have been cute and I have to take it
to a deep, serious place. Um…I hope you like it.

Having grown up in an environment of violence and rough
speech, Sakurai is completely unprepared on how to handle the situation before
him. He’s always kept his emotions pushed deep inside himself since he was a
child, so he has no clue what to do except stare at the girl on her knees, a
box of kittens settled in front of her.

Finally, he asks, “Why are you crying?”

She looks up, startled by his presence and fear flashes
through her eyes when she notices the insignia of his gang, but she sniffles, “My
kitty had kittens and…and my mom won’t let me keep them.” She cries harder,
looking into the box of mewling puff balls. “She said she doesn’t care what
happens to them but I can’t keep them and nobody wants them. I’m not even
asking for any money! I just want to know they’ll be ok!” She collapses back
into sobbing and it wrenches something loose in Sakurai’s psyche.

“I…I’m sorry,” he stammers out and she looks up.

“What?” She rubs her eyes, concerned when the boy who seemed
so strong and stoic (and scary) a moment ago, falls to his knees, eyes flooded with
tears of his own.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He can’t stop repeating the
phrase, apologies he’s held deep in his heart pouring out like the rain from
the sky as he bows to the ground before the box. He’s always felt the
compulsion to do so but held it back for fear of retribution. Showing weakness
isn’t an option in Too but he feels it, feels worthless and helpless and lost
almost every day of his life.

So he apologizes and apologizes until the girl can’t take it
anymore. Grabbing his face, she draws him up to look at her. “Whatever it is,
you’re forgiven.”

For the first time in as far as he can remember, Sakurai smiles.
It’s weak but sincere. Swallowing thickly, he stutters, “I…I’ll take care of
them.”

The hug he receives is the first of his life as well.

Okay! so I hope im doing this right ;v; but I’d love a scenario (or even just Headcanons it’s your choice!) for Bad Boys au, where Gang leader Oikawa rescues his shy/insecure s/o from a rival gang! (I know this is kind of unoriginal since you listed it in the samples…but I just really loved the idea////)

Soooooo….considering some peeps wanted a continuation of
the Tendou scenario (this one right here) I thought, why not link it with this one? I hope you don’t mind.

Trigger warnings: Mentions of violence and harsh language. Also,
please know I LOVE Tendou but I’m making him a lot darker in this because it’s
AU. Really all the boys are because of theme.

Iwazumi had recommended preparing for a rumble expecting
some form of retaliation from Shiratorizawa, particularly Tendo “the monster”
Satori. What he didn’t expect, what none of them expected, was a straight up
kidnapping.

Oikawa stands rigid and if his nails dig any further into
the flesh of his palm he’s going to be bleeding. Semi pats him down roughly,
pulling out his gun and handing it to Reon. “Hope that wasn’t expensive, cause
you ain’t gettin’ it back,” comments the blonde.

“Does it look like money’s a problem for me? Just shut the
fuck up and bring me the monster, I’m tired of waiting,” snaps Oikawa.

“Watch your mouth, loser,” Goshiki growls, “you gotta lotta
nerve comin’ here by yourself.”

“Enough,” sounds a deep voice. All eyes turn to the door
from which Ushijima Wakatoshi exits. He nods to the other three and they leave,
door shutting behind them. Ushijima walks to a chair, taking a seat as nonchalantly
as if he and Oikawa were sitting down to afternoon tea. He indicates one opposite
him but Oikawa shakes his head.

“I won’t be getting comfortable, Ushiwaka. I’ve got a score
to settle with your resident freak, so kindly stop wasting my time and let’s
get this over with.”

“You know, all of this could have been avoided if-“

“If you say one fucking word about merging Shiratorizawa and
Aoba Josai, I’ll strangle you. Knights and swans don’t belong together. Now,”
he takes a step forward, eyes menacing, “Where.Is.The.Monster?”

Ushijima remains silent, observing the man before him. He
has no doubt of Oikawa’s talent as a player and a leader; the two of them could
have been unstoppable together. Not that Ushijima is stoppable but having
someone of Oikawa’s caliber certainly would have made things easier.

Especially when dealing with the freak duo from Karasuno. He
shakes his head. Another problem for another day.

“Fine, if you insist on continuing to hold onto your foolish
pride, there’s no stopping you.” He snaps his fingers and another door opens.

Oikawa’s heart leaps to his throat when Tendou walks out with
his arm wrapped around your neck in a choke hold. Your eyes are blown wide,
tear stains evident and fear palpable. The scene before him is exactly why Oikawa was so hesitant to
get together with you. So many believed he didn’t date because of all his
fangirls and while that is partly true (because they could be just as bad if
not worse than the rival gangs he deals with), he knew being with him would
paint a target directly on your back.

“Let her go,” he growls deeply, eyes narrowed and fists
ready to fly.

“Tooru,” you whimper, pulse thundering in your ears. “You,
you came…”

“Ah, is the little princess afraid?” coos Tendou, arm
tightening slightly.

“I said let her go!”

“You have no authority here
pretty boy,” snaps the red head.

“And you have no right taking what’s mine! She had nothing to
do with what happened! Fuck, I didn’t
either!”

“A lack of control over your subordinates is a poor reflection
on your leadership, Oikawa. Their actions speak of the intentions of Aoba Josai
as a whole.”

“Is that so? And what about this? You let your guys run
wild? Do as they please and open doors they can’t close?” Oikawa hisses.

“The difference between what happened there and what’s happening
here is, I approved of this. Aoba Josai injured one of our own. It’s only
fitting that one of yours pay the penalty for such an infraction,” advises the
brunette ace.

“So take a pot shot, start a rumble, but kidnapping?”

Ushijima shrugs. “It was Tendou’s choice and he’s always had a flare for the dramatic.”

“Psychological torture is really the best form of retribution,” Tendou comments,
hand stroking your cheek making you whimper.

“What did you do to her?!” Oikawa roars.

Tendou grins. “Let’s just say, someone who’s been taunted
their whole life is really good at pushing the right buttons.
Right, ______?”

You take in a shuddering breath, tears pouring down your
cheeks as you meet Tooru’s eyes. The man holding you is right. He got in your
head so quickly, easily convincing you that your deepest fears were true. That
no one at Aoba Josai even likes you, would even care if you’re gone, that Tooru
probably moved on to a new girl (if he even noticed you were gone). He played
your insecurity like a fiddle, leaving you a huddled, broken mess without ever
touching you.

“You bastard!” Oikawa launches himself towards your captor
who flings you to the side like a rag doll. As you crash to the floor you hear
the impact of the two men, skirting around to witness them rolling about on the
floor. Oikawa looks fearsome, teeth clenched and eyes on fire as he strikes
downward. Tendou blocks the hit, squeezing Oikawa’s fist enough to make him curse
in pain.

The swan gets the upper hand, rolling on top of Oikawa and
dealing a vicious blow to his face. You cry out, desperate to help but unable
to move. Oikawa must have heard your outburst because in the next second he’s
managed to escape the monster’s clutches, grabbing him by the collar and
slamming him against the floor. Despite all that’s happened, all the monster
put you through, you don’t want to see this, don’t want the subconscious
knowledge you have that Oikawa has most likely killed in the past be brought to
reality right in front of you. You can’t handle it, it’s too much.

“Tooru! Stop, please! Stop!” you shout and he looks up. For
a moment, it’s like he doesn’t see you but then his eyes clear, his expression softens
and you exhale a sigh of tentative relief.

Looking back down, Tooru tugs Tendou up till his face is
inches from his own. “This ends now, keep your hands and your mouth to
yourself. Otherwise next time I won’t be so generous as to leave you breathing.”

He stands, wiping blood from a split lip and takes you into
his arms. He stops just as the two of you are passing Ushijima and looks up at
him. “Let that be a lesson to you and yours to never forget my “foolish” pride.”

[Bad Boy AU Headcanons] Aomine is a street racer by hobby but he works as a tattoo artist at his own shop. One afternoon he gets distracted mid drive & he ends up rear ending a black colored sports car. He was ready to defend/argue, but much to his surprise he sees a heeled hi-cut shoe followed by a silky leg clad in a leather skirt. The irritated woman then pushed her glasses up with her middle finger, sighing in annoyance as she turns to face him. (She’s actually a badass museum curator)

I changed up how they met a little bit, I hope you don’t
mind but this felt fun to me. I hope you like them!

What the hell was someone doing out here at this hour of the
night anyway?!
The bump was barely anything which is a testament to his
skill as a driver.
Focused on finishing his race, Aomine doesn’t even pause.
What’s one more infraction? Plus, he’ll be gone before the other driver even
realizes it.
At the finish line, Aomine gathers his winnings from Kagami.
When he returns to his car he finds the car he hit next to
his. His eyes widen when the door opens and a pair of decidedly sexy legs clad
in fierce stilettos become visible. They’re connected to a killer body decked
in an expensive suit.
Walking up to him, Aomine can see a badge of some sort on
her jacket. She works at the museum. Any further perusal of this woman ceases
when she smacks him.

“Thought you could just bump and run? You got another
thing coming!” Her shouting draws the attention of other racers, most of
them snickering when she grabs Aomine’s ear and tugs him to her car. “Now, what are you gonna do about that?!” she
snaps pointing to the deep scratches in the paint and dent of her fender.

After a pause, she notices the money in his hand and
snatches it before releasing him. Counting it she glares up at him from beneath
her glasses line. “Be more aware of your surroundings next time idiot,”
she quips, pushing up her glasses.
She storms off, leaving a thoroughly pissed and heavily
turned on Aomine in her sashaying wake.
He notes down her license plate number, planning to use
Satsuki’s skill of information hacking to find this woman and seduce the hell
out of her.
Turns out he doesn’t need to when she ends up coming into
his tattoo shop the next week.

“Come to assault me some more?” he asks smirking
at her.
She rolls her eyes. “Need I remind you that you hit me
first? Also, that cash was barely enough to cover the cost of paint,
asshole.”
He chuckles and ushers her into a seat. “Tell you what,
pick your ink and I’ll do it for free but only if you agree to go out with
me.”
“That depends, you gonna take me for a ride?”

He sets bedroom eyes on her and is gratified to see a flush
erupt up her neck. Leaning across her, seemingly to grab his tattoo gun he
whispers, “Oh, you move fast! You’ll go for a ride alright. And then later, I’ll show you my car. My place or yours?”
It ends up being his car.

Head canons for innocent Asahi falling for a wild delinquent-y bad girl?

Initially he ignores these new feelings. He tells himself
it’s because he’s too busy but deep down he knows it’s because he’s scared.
Her vivacious attitude both attracts and intimidates him.
He thinks her tattoos are so sexy, especially the one on her
shoulder that he blushes to stare at since most of the other girls never show
that much skin.
Suga suspects something is up when Hinata randomly asks
Asahi his favorite color and the ace quickly answers “blue” when he
knows it’s red. It isn’t until the setter sees the girl of Asahi’s affection with blue streaks in her hair
that Suga figures out the ace’s secret crush.
Suga tells Daichi and they both confront Asahi. “You
should ask her out,” Suga encourages. Asahi almost faints at even the
thought of it. “Stop being such a wuss,” Daichi laughs smacking his
back.
It takes a solid week of relentless encouragement in the
form of teasing and threats to tell her themselves before Asahi finally says
he’ll do it and another week for him to actually do it.
Palms, forehead and pits sweating, Asahi approaches her
during lunch, stammering, “Hey, _______-san.” She looks up, purple
colored lips spread into a pretty smile and asks him what’s up. “I…I was
wondering…” he swallows hard, “Wo…would you, um, like to go out?
Some time? With me?”
She’s naturally surprised, no one ever has the guts to
approach her simply because of what she looks like and to have the glass-hearted ace of the volleyball team doing it feels like a joke. But she knows
he’s not like that. “Yes, Asahi-san, I’d love to go out with you.”
He’s so pumped that nobody can block any of his spikes that
afternoon at practice.
“She’s gonna be good for him,” comments Daichi.
“She already is,” Suga confirms as another ball slams through Tsukki
and Tanaka’s hands.

Hi! I just reqested bad boys au with s/o who dies but i forgot about character limit so I would like to cut it out to Kagami Kuroko, Midorima, Akashi and Momoi if GoM+Kagami is too much. Thank you!:)

Hi! I did imagine/reactions and tried to hit as many of your criteria as I could but not
everything made it. I hope you still like what I come up with.

Trigger warning: Mentions of death and violence.

Akashi

He’s away on business when news of your death reaches him.
It was an assassination, one bullet to your forehead while you stood on the
balcony of his room. Reo’s crying can be heard on the other end of the line,
but Akashi feels numb. He blinks, eyes shifting from one color to two. “Find
them, Reo. Bring them to me unharmed.” It doesn’t take long for the offenders
to be caught, brought before the head of the Rakuzan. Akashi sits silent,
staring at the scum responsible for the loss of the light of his life.
Standing, he picks up a knife, checking its sharpness on the skin of his thumb.
“Her death, was quick and painless,” he muses. Turning a murderous glare upon
them he sneers, “Yours will not be.”

Aomine

“You idiot,” Aomine mutters taking a seat upon the ground
next to your headstone. It’s his usual greeting to you now since one stupid
decision, yours, took you away from him. Why did you have to jump in front of
him when that asshole pulled the gun? He could have taken the hit and kept on
going but no, his foolish girlfriend just had to be a hero. Sighing, his head
lands with a soft thud against the granite, your name pressing into his back.
Memories of that rainy night flood his mind, a voice he didn’t recognize
screaming, “The only one who can beat me
is me!” It wasn’t until later that he realized it had been own his voice declaring
what he knew now to be a lie. There was one person who can beat him; you. After
your death, he left Too, walked away from it all to live a life of solitude. Without
you here, there really wasn’t a point to try anymore.

Midorima

Staring at your empty shell in the hospital bed, ventilators
giving the illusion you’re still among the living, Midorima allows one tear to
trail down his cheek. “I told you to keep your lucky item with you at all
times,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss you one last time. You look so
peaceful despite the bruises upon your face, ugly reminders of the beating you
underwent that took your last breath. Inhaling one of his own and cursing the
gods for their abandonment, Midorima gives the word to pull the plug. As the
heart monitor sounds, Takao chokes back a sob, trying to stay strong for his
friend and comrade. “Let’s go Takao,” Midorima announces after all the machines
are wheeled away, “it’s time to show those who would dare take from me the true
meaning of misfortune.”

Murasakibara

Murasakibara never thought he would reach a point in his
life where he hated food. But now, looking at your face from which all color
and life has been drained, he does. A box of chocolates, a fucking box of
chocolates seemingly sent to you from him and now you’re dead. Because he didn’t
take the threats seriously when he thought them to be directed at his own
person. He never even considered they’d go after you. And in such an
underhanded and cowardly manner too, using poison instead of facing their
enemies head on. Standing up, Murasakibara’s eyes gleam with fury. “Himuro, get
my hammer. I’m going to crush them.”

Kise

Loud wailing sobs echo in the alley, Kaijo’s golden boy inconsolable
as he holds your bleeding form against his body. Your spirit has long since
left, skin turning colder and colder as the seconds tick by. Kasamatsu stands rigid,
mouth moving but no sound coming out, horrified that you’re dead. The stabbing
had been quick and visceral, your attackers scrambling up the fire escape to
the roof while Kise and Kasamatsu rushed to your aid. When Kise’s cries begin
to die down to sniffles, his leader touches him on the shoulder. Kise looks up,
eyes red rimmed and blood staining his shirt.

“Can you stand?” .

Looking down at you one last time, Kise caresses your
cheek, choking out, “Sleep well, _____cchi, I’ll…I’ll see you again someday.”
He lays you down, grasping Kasamatsu’s hand with one covered in blood. “Come
on, it’s time to return the favor,” he vows, eyes going dark.

Kuroko

“Kuroko, I…I’m so sorry,” Kiyoshi mumbles. Your body lays on
Kuroko’s bed, a vicious rope burn evident on your neck. The members of Seirin
who found you hanging couldn’t leave you like that, opting to cut you down
before calling their leaders. Hyuuga reprimands them in the next room but he’s surprisingly
quiet in doing so, the loss of your life seemingly at your own hands weighing
heavily on the makeshift family. Kuroko’s eyes fill with tears looking at you.
Were you really so unhappy? Was there anything he could have-

His thoughts cut off when he notices something the others
missed. Kagami sees the shift in his expression, leaning closer to try to see what
his shadow does. “What is it Kuroko?” he asks drawing the attention of Riko and
Kiyoshi back to the bed.

Kuroko points to a puncture mark in the side of your neck. “She
didn’t kill herself, they sedated her then strung her up,” Kuroko announces to
the room as a whole. Everyone looks at him in shock.

“Who did?” asks Izuki.

“I don’t know yet, but I’m going to find out,” he replies
storming out of the room with Kagami in his wake. It doesn’t take long for the
rest of the gang to follow. They’ll go to hell and back again to send your
killers to their graves for what they did to you.

Kagami

Promises. Kagami has always been leery of them and for good
reason. Making promises almost always ends with someone being disappointed and
now is no exception. How could he have made that stupid promise so callously? Because
he never truly believed it would come to pass. Yet now, he here is, on a date
with someone who isn’t you because he made a promise. A foolish promise that
should anything ever happen to you, he’d move on, that he’d find love again and
be happy because you couldn’t bear the thought of him going through life alone
and miserable. And that he wouldn’t seek revenge because an eye for eye just
makes the whole world go blind.

But he knows, just as sure as the sun will rise tomorrow,
that he’s going to break both his promises in one night.

If only he hadn’t run his mouth at that rumble, if only he’d
stayed home that night, then at least you’d be dead together, dual victims of
the drive by orchestrated by Haizaki.

If only, if only, if only.

He stands, offering a half assed apology that he has to go
and walks out. He keeps walking until he reaches the gang’s hang out. Hyuuga
doesn’t question his early return, merely hands him his gun with a warning to
be careful and not get caught.

Momoi

For all her ability to anticipate her opponent’s moves, even
Momoi can be caught off guard and this time the cost of oversight is too much.
Her ears are still ringing from the explosion, her body sore from being thrown
violently by the shock wave of the car bomb. Standing slowly, grit and tar
clinging to her skin, she stares in disbelief at the mangled form of her lover’s
car, his body completely obliterated. Hysterical, she runs towards the flames,
caught at the last second by Aomine who she fights against in desperation. “He’s
gone, Satsuki!” shouts the blue hair. She looks in his eyes, shaking her head. With
gentleness unknown to be possible, Aomine touches her cheek and nods. “I’m
sorry, but he’s gone.” He allows her to collapse in his arms, holding her up.
Meeting the eyes of his fellow gang members he hisses, “Nobody sleeps until the
fucker who did this is six feet under.”

hcs for bad boys Kuroko, Kagami, Hyuuga, Takao, Sakurai when their s/o tells them their family arranged her to be wed with one of the most sought after bachelors in the country

Kuroko

Like with everything else, he takes the news calmly and
quietly, the only indication of his irritation furrowed brows and clenched
fists.
When it comes to light that the bachelor has cheated on you,
your family retracts their offer, unwilling to allow their precious daughter to
be treated like that.
They never know it was all Kuroko’s powers of misdirection
guiding a very well-orchestrated farce.

Kagami

Lots of yelling and wall punching, how dare they think they can take you away from him like this! It isn’t
even what you want!
Immediately seeks out and finds the bachelor in question,
rather effectively “convincing” him to break off all contact from you. And if
any one finds out the reason why, well, he doesn’t want to know.
Tries to feign surprise when you announce the engagement is
off, but he’s a terrible liar. And you’re perfectly fine with that.

Hyuuga

Curses under his breath about meddlesome parents after
reading your text, then wonders briefly if you’re thinking this is a good way
to get out of the relationship without being the one to actually break up with
him.
Dismisses that notion and feels like an asshole for even
considering it when you show up at his door with tears in your eyes begging him
to take you away.
When he cracks his neck, you know a shit storm is about to
hit but you don’t care; you won’t allow yourself to be taken from the one you
truly love.

Takao

Laughs out loud when you tell him because he thinks it’s
your poor attempt at a joke. When he finds out it isn’t, he loses all sense of
mirth. There’s no way in hell he’s letting this happen.
Collects himself enough to arrange a meeting with your parents,
calmly stating they don’t call him “Hawk Eye” for nothing. He has quite a bit
of dirt on them and is not above revealing it to you if they go through with
this ridiculous plan.
Successfully feigns surprise when you tell him the
engagement is off before promptly sliding a ring on your finger, question and
answer implied.

Sakurai

Apologizes profusely, first for driving you into the arms of
another man but when he finds out you want nothing to do with who you’ve been
betrothed to, he apologizes that you’ve been placed in this situation.
Unwilling to do nothing but not sure what he can do, he goes
to Imayoshi for help who promptly advises the two of you get married at the
court house right away. Too will accept and protect you as one of their own.
You both agree to the plan, getting married with Imayoshi
and Aomine as witnesses before sending a letter with proof of your nuptials
both to your family and the bachelor’s. It’s left up to your family whether they want to
see you again but if not, you already have a new one.

For the bad boy AU: TendouXReader. She shows up to a party she isn’t supposed to thanks to her best friend even when Tendou literally order her not to get involve with the people he is involved with, and some guys end up cornering her, and Tendou ends up getting in a fight with them. Thankss babee. I hope this wasn’t too much. You know I can’t control myself with this boy.

When I imagined this AU, I didn’t really take into
consideration how dark it could be, so I apologize if I’m running more in that
vein maybe than people were wanting or expecting. I will try to set warnings so
people know which posts to avoid.

Warning: Depictions of violence and harsh language.

You shouldn’t be here, you really, really shouldn’t be here,
crowded into a dark corner watching as the house you’ve been drug to
by your supposed best friend continues to fill up with more and more people.
For the most part, they don’t look too threatening, the majority people who
heard through the grapevine about a “killer house party” in the neighborhood.
Which is how you, a fringe member of the Shiratorizawa gang, ended up surrounded
by Aoba Josai knights. It isn’t because you want
to be here, it’s because you felt you had to…to protect your best friend…who is
currently making out with a boy whose name you’re fairly sure she doesn’t know.

At best, it’s uncomfortable being the only Shiratorizawa
member here and at worst, dangerous because of the bad blood between Aoba Josai’s
leader and your own. But you won’t leave her and so you stand quietly trying
to blend into the wall to wait until she’s done having her thrill.

Being the girlfriend of a high ranked gang member, you have
a better understanding of the goings-on behind the scenes, the reality of the
violence behind the romanticized notion of being with a bad boy or girl. But
you wouldn’t trade Tendou for the world; he treats you like a queen which is
why not only are you dealing with feelings of irritation and nerves, but guilt.
Because he told you never to come here and you can see why in the form of two
members who’ve spotted you.

It was stupid, really, to place yourself in a section of the
room with no quick exit, no way to get out if you were cornered and that’s
exactly what you are.

“Well, well, well,” one of them says, smoothly sidling up to
you, voice dripping with attempted seduction, “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. What’s yer name,
sweetheart?”

“I…um…that is,” you stutter, knowing that to give your name
would be suicide in this den of lions.

He chuckles, leaning closer into your space. “What’s the
matter? Cat got yer tongue?”

You shake your head rapidly, crowding back further against
the wall only encouraging him to step closer but when he catches sight of
your necklace, the one with a beautiful white swan, he lets out a bark of
laughter loud enough to catch others’ attention. His eyes narrow, fingers
coiling around your wrist like a snake and you feel your pulse thundering in
your veins. “You’re really stupid to have come here, bird brain.”

His sharp tug has you crying out in surprise, body flying
from the dark corner to a suddenly very and unfortunately bright room. “Looks
like we’ve caught ourselves a stray swan,” he bellows loudly bringing more eyes
to stare and burn upon your skin.

“They’re sending bitches to do their recon now? How far the
mighty have fallen,” another pipes up from the couch. You look up, imploring
your friend to go get help. Somehow she reads your mind and scrambles off before anyone really sees her.

Turning your attention back to your abuser you say as
strongly as possible, “I’m not here on recon, I was with my friend but we were
just leaving.”

Another grabs you by the collar, hauling you to your feet, a
deep dark sneer on his face. “I don’t think so, baby cakes, you’ve got a lot of
nerve comin’ here and you ain’t leavin’ till we say so.”

“What do you want-“ you begin but are cut off by another
exclamation, this time from a female voice.

“It’s her! She…she belongs to the monster!”

The one holding you looks in your eyes, grin spreading to a
maniacal width. “Oh, this is just too
good. I owe that freak some pay back.” He flicks out a knife making you
whimper in fear which he devours like a hungry wolf. You feel the cold press of
steel against your cheek followed by a stinging heat as he slashes down,
drawing a thin red line upon the smoothness of your skin.

“Let’s send the monster a carved-up swan as a present,” he
declares, the series of hoots and hollers in agreement making your blood run cold.
Just as more are closing in, a loud outburst of surprise is the only warning
you get when your abuser is wrenched violently backwards sending you to the floor.

“What the fuck!” shouts another, the distinct sound of fist to flesh meeting your ears.

More jostling, more shouting, some screams from the girls
still in the room. You turn around on hands and knees, horrified to see
Satori surrounded by knights. A second later, one of them falls to the ground
clutching his stomach, followed by another being flung into the couch toppling
it backwards. Watching Satori fight, you’re suddenly very aware of how he came
to be known as “the monster.”

His hair is wilder, made so by the attempted grabs and pulls
from his opponents, his eyes blown so wide in his fury that you fear he’ll pop
a vessel. His teeth are grit, grim determination in his countenance as he takes
on knight after knight, some getting good hits in before they’re tossed or
kicked aside. Anyone else at this point would have been overwhelmed but Satori’s
instincts in fighting and his ability to guess from where the next attack will
come are frightening. He catches punches that should have met with his face,
avoids leg sweeps like he’s skipping rope and manages to connect what look
like flailing limbs to their targets with shocking precision.

But even he can’t keep this up forever and the two of you
are surrounded. Eventually some knights corner him, locking his arms out
leaving two others to punch and kick him viciously, your screams of protest and
begging to stop falling on deaf ears.

“What the fuck is going on here!” a voice bellows from the stairwell
and all motion ceases, attention turning to the second in command of Aoba Josai
as he descends the stairs. Iwaizuimi reaches the bottom landing, eyes narrowing
when he sees just who it is his gang has in their clutches.

Racing forward, you startle him when you fall to your knees
and bow. “Please, Iwaizumi-senpai, make them stop. We’re sorry, I’m sorry, for
being here. I was with my friend…and…I didn’t want to be here but she did and-“

“Be quiet,” he orders roughly. Looking at his underlings,
Iwaizumi flicks his wrist, the motion like the unlocking of a key because the
next second Satori is released. “Get what’s yours and get out,” he directs to
him.

Tendou stands up, blood running down his temple and hauls
you to your feet. He’s beat to hell but you’re the one struggling to stand so
he draws you into his arms in a cradle. Looking at your face which will no doubt be
sporting a scar, he flicks his gaze to the one who cut you.

“Watch your back, pretty boy, this isn’t over,” he growls
and walks out.

When the door shuts, Iwaizumi breaks up the party, sending
the rough and rowdies to get their punishment from Kyotani for acting without
orders. As he retreats to the sanctity of his office, Tooru’s voice from the door way of his gives him pause. “And what was that all about?”

Glancing in the room, Iwaizumi sighs heavily. “I think we’d better
prepare for a rumble, the monster isn’t going to take his girl getting cut
lightly.”

[Bad Boys AU] Sakurai, a new recruit to the gang, is having a hard time keeping up that tough boy persona. Then one day, somebody on the rival gang decides to mess with his s/o and something in him just. Snaps. How’s that one? ;)

Warnings: Depictions of violence and foul language.

Sakurai, despite becoming a highly ranked member of the notorious
Too gang and fairly quickly at that, is not what one would call a tough guy.
For someone with tattoos and a penchant for torn jeans and a leather jacket, he’s
rather timid, a constant apology on his lips for anyone who will accept it (or
not). But that doesn’t mean he can’t
fight, he just needs the proper motivation.

And he’s about to run into a whole lot of it.

The day started out simple, Imayoshi issuing orders to make rounds of Too’s territory, collecting intel on rival gang activities and generally
making sure things are copacetic. Aomine walks lazily down the street, hands
shoved in his pockets and a cigarette dangling from his lips. Beside him,
Sakurai casts furtive looks back and forth, keeping an eye out for trouble.

“Tch, what a shit job,” Aomine grumbles, tossing away his
addict stick, “I don’t see why Imayoshi has me doing this! Isn’t this type of crap for the underlings?”

“We…we have a presence…to maintain,” Sakurai mumbles, eyes
not quite meeting those of the blue hair.

Aomine huffs. “Yeah, some presence. How the hell did you even
make it into the inner circle, Sakurai?”

Sakurai opens his mouth, no doubt to apologize, when a
scream makes both of them stop in their tracks, heads whipping towards the
location of the outburst.

“Let me go!”

That voice, Sakurai knows it better than anything in this
world. He’s off like a shot, Aomine’s shouts of protest falling on deaf ears.
Sakurai doesn’t care if he follows or not, he’s going to you. He rounds a
corner into a dark alley, blood boiling when he sees street rat shit from he doesn’t
care where cornering you.

“Come on baby, you know you want it, why else would you be
down here?” says a tall male with slicked back hair, his
hands on either side of your head preventing your escape.

“Ple…please,” your voice quakes, “I…I don’t want any
trouble.”

“Well, doll,” coos another, his eyes blocked by shaggy
bangs, “that’s too bad, because trouble’s what we’re known for.”

“HEY!”

A shout draws all your attention, your eyes widening further
when you realize just who it is who’s done so. To your recollection, you’ve
never heard Sakurai shout, at least, not in anger. And you’ve never seen him
this enraged, not even while on the court.

“What do ya want, mouse?” spats your captor.

“Back the fuck off of my girl,” comes Sakurai’s reply, his tone
ice cold.

“Oooooo, so scary,” taunts a third member, an orange hair,
putting his hands up in mock defense.

“Shut that fucker up, Hara, “ the slick hair orders, returning
his attention to you as he continues, “Now, where were we?”

Hara blows a bubble before spitting out his gum
while cracking his knuckles. He takes one step forward but Sakurai is already
moving, focused on getting to you. He dodges his opponent’s grab, skirting around and
whipping his legs out from under him. Hara falls on his ass and receives a
vicious kick to the face, knocking him out prompting Yamazaki to pull his
knife.

Sakurai doesn’t even pause, grappling the taller male to the
ground hard enough to send the weapon clattering away under a nearby dumpster.
A swift punch breaks his nose, blood gushing from the orifice making tears
flood his eyes. Sakurai jumps up, hell bent on killing the bastard who’s
dared to touch you.

The commotion behind him makes Seto turn around
just in time to have his throat clenched tightly by Sakurai’s hand. With power
you didn’t know he had, your boyfriend slams him against the wall, head hitting
the brick with a sickening thud. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a flash
and cry out, “Ryo, no!” His eyes meet yours, fierce and determined. You place a
hand on his shoulder, gaze imploring as you whisper, “I’m fine, let’s…let’s
just go, ok?”

He pauses, but then nods, the flick of his wrist signaling
the retreat of his butterfly knife. Looking up into Seto’s eyes, he growls out,
“Next time I catch you even looking
at her, I’ll gouge your fucking eyes out.”

He releases his captive in favor of taking your hand and
leading you out of the darkening dead end. Aomine chuckles, “Shit, never knew you had it in you, Sakurai.”

“That’s what people get for touching what’s mine,” he
mumbles, drawing you closer and planting a kiss to your temple. “No coming out
here by yourself anymore, ok?”

You can only nod, thankful to be back in the safety of his
arms.