I’m pretty sure Yamazaki (KnB) counts as a minor character. Could I get a scenario with him and his s/o going on a date where things just seem to go hilariously wrong for him all day?

He totally counts as a minor character! And I’m sorry this
took so long and is so short but I just couldn’t get my brain to come up with
enough humor for a whole day date. I hope you still like it!

Yamazaki just had a feeling today was not going to go well. He
should have listened to his gut and just stayed home but, and he’ll never admit
this out loud, the pull to see you is just too strong. He’s been extra busy
with practice, Hanamiya really being a slave driver and, another admission that
rarely leaves his lips, he misses you.

But now, stuck near the top of the ferris wheel in the
middle of a sweltering summer day, he really wishes he’d not given into your
insistence to ride the damn thing.

“Shit, when the hell are they going to get us down?” he
grumbles looking over the side to the workers on the ground.

“Just be patient, Hiroshi, I’m sure we’ll be moving soon,”
you reply. “What, are you afraid of heights or something?

“No! It’s fucking hot is all and I wouldn’t be surprised if-
What the fuck?!” His last words are roared out as frigid, sticky slush descends
from above covering his head, neck and chest dying them a temporary hue of
bright green.

You’re stunned to momentary silence before erupting into
fits of laughter. “Well,” you snort, trying to catch your breath, “at least now
you’re not hot anymore.”

“Shut up,” he hisses, glaring daggers at the cart above you.
They better get you moving fast, because Yamazaki is about to climb the rigging
to beat the snot out of the punk who doused him.

[Minor Character Monday] Hyuga Junpei being comforted by his female friend after he was rejected by Riko. How would she help him to pick up and move on? How would she divert his attention? What if he really had feelings for her, but they were hidden because he thought she was taken?

Aw, you chose one of my fave babes! Thanks for the request!

Riko stands momentarily frozen, her eyes wide open. Slowly
her hand covers her mouth, a delayed effort to hide the shock she feels.

“Say something Riko,” Hyuga pleads gruffly.

“I…Junpei…I’m sorry but…I can’t return your feelings,” she
whispers, eyes brimming with tears. She swallows once, taking a deep breath.
“Teppei and I…we’re giving it another try.” She reaches out as Hyuga turns to
leave, his face flushed in embarrassed frustration. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell
you sooner, it just…it happened after he got back from the hospital. We…I…I
didn’t know.”

“You have nothing to
be sorry for. It was…my own misunderstandings about what there is between us
that led to this,” he says, walking out before she can say anything further.

From down the hall, you see him exit the trainer’s room and
reach up your hand to wave but just before you call out a greeting you see his
face and stop cold; clearly things did not go well with Riko. Shouldering your
bag, you hastily cut through the crowd of students now making their way to the
cafeteria and their favorite eating spots for lunch. Hyuga jumps slightly as
you take his arm, leading him away from the crowds to your own secret spot
behind the groundskeeper’s shack.

“Ok, spill it,” you say looking up at him.

“_____-chan, I don’t really feel like talking,” he says
frown deeper than usual.

“Tough, I’m one of your besties, and you need to get this
out so do it,” you retort.

Hyuga looks at you with hard eyes but you don’t even flinch.
Sighing, he runs a hand through his hair, dropping his head and your gaze. It
will take more energy than he has to continue arguing with you so he snaps out,
“She rejected me, ok? I confessed and she rejected me! Happy?”

“Of course not Junpei,” you answer quietly.

He lets out a frustrated huff as he turns his head to look out over the expanse of the baseball field.
“Sorry,” he mumbles, “I…I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine, you’re hurt, I understand,” you interject
quickly. After a beat of silence, you ask, “Did…is she with Kiyoshi-san?”

Hyuga whips his head back to face you, eyes wide. “Did you
know about them?”

You shake your head fervently. “No! No, not at all but I do
know they have a history and, well, that’s the only reason I could think of for
her to reject you.”

“There’s probably a dozen other reasons too,” he grumbles
but is startled when you clamp your hands on his cheeks and make him look you
in the eye.

“Not true, you’re wonderful, Junpei, a girl would be lucky
to have you. Riko isn’t stupid, so if she said no, Kiyoshi is the only reason
why.” You pause, taking a deep breath. “Are you going to be ok?”

“Of course,” he says quickly.

“No, I mean, you already hold a ridiculous grudge against
him for some reason so I’m sure this is only going to add fuel to that fire.
The team needs their captain to be able to lead all of them, so I’ll ask you again; are you going to be ok with
this? With them?”

Hyuga doesn’t know what to say, everything is still so raw
but he does know he appreciates your concern as annoyed as he is by the whole
situation he now finds himself in. Closing his eyes, he places his hands over
your own and says, “I don’t know yet.”

“Fair enough,” you say removing your hands. Hyuga finds he
enjoys the lingering warmth they’ve left.

The bell rings signaling the end of lunch but before he can
walk away you ask with giddiness in your tone, “Hey, you wanna get outta here?”

Hyuga’s eyes go very large. “You want to skip the rest of the day? Are you
insane?”

“Maybe, but that’s beside the point. You need to get away
from here, take a break. Just…come on!” you insist, grabbing his hand and
tugging hard to lead him towards the school gates and because Hyuga would
rather not make a scene while playing
delinquent, he adheres to your insistence and follows you out. His apprehension
lasts all the way down the street, but your wide, bright smile and the shine in
your eyes quell it, if only slightly.

The two of you head to Maji Burger because it’s the closest
place to get food which both of you did not have during the lunch hour thanks
to your “talk”. Hyuga says, “Grab a seat, this is on me.”

“Absolutely not! The broken hearted do not buy their own
junk food. You sit down and I’ll treat!” you insist pushing him into
the nearest booth. He grumbles at your manhandling making you giggle before
your form moves away to the counter to order. You’re back quickly with to-go
bags.

“What’s this?” he asks cocking an eyebrow.

“You need a distraction, so we’re going to my place to watch
an absolutely fabulous and funny anime series I just started that I know you’re going to love! Come on!”

Groaning, Hyuga stands, shouldering his bag and your own
despite your protests. You walk quickly to the station, the stop for your house
not too far away and before long Hyuga finds himself collapsed on your couch
watching a surprisingly good show and inhaling his food because he’s starving
by this point. Your laughter rings out repeatedly, commentary pouring out
around your full mouth because you’ve already seen the first six episodes.

He watches you with a bemused face, appreciative that you’ve
taken the time and effort to make him feel better. And it’s then he realizes
that he actually does; he feels better. The cracks in his heart are less wide,
the tightness in his throat has been relieved and the ache in his head is
soothed; all because of you.

“Hello? Earth to Junpei, you in there?”

Your voice startles him out of his haze and he shakes his
head. “Sorry, guess I zoned out there for a minute,” he mumbles looking back at
the TV.

“It’s ok, I can only do so much to distract you. It will
take some time,” you say patting his knee, “but you’ll get over it.”

He nods absentmindedly before clearing his throat and
asking, “I, ehm, I’ve been so busy lately we haven’t had much time to talk. How’s
that guy from the baseball team?”

“What guy?” you ask stuffing a piece of chocolate in your
mouth.

“You know, the guy you’re dating or whatever,” he says
confused.

“I don’t know what rumor mill you subscribe to, Junpei, but
I’m not dating anyone from the baseball team. I’m not dating anyone at all,
actually,” you reply with a shrug.

This knowledge brings more comfort to Hyuga than he really
thinks it should. Now is most definitely not the time to say anything, but the
little flutter he feels when your hand brushes against his as you reach for the
popcorn bowl in his lap is reason enough for him to get his head together.
Tomorrow, he’s going to make amends properly with Riko and Kiyoshi. While he did have feelings for her, they were
apparently not as deep as he thought and he can only feel grateful that Kiyoshi
had already filled the spot he’d intended to take; how much worse would it have
been if she’d said yes and he only realized
afterwards how much he actually likes you?

omg i’m so happy you get 1000+ followers, that means you could give us the best of you, and I believe it! I always happy whenever you pop up on my dash.. Hope you get more followers and happiness around here 😍 for the songfic I’d like to request Scared to be lonely by Martin garrix ft. Dua lipa, the char is Aomine.. The situation is whatever you have for me, I trust it’ll be entertaining.. Thanks

Thank you so much for your sweet words and for always being such a kind person to me! Apologies for the delay and that this is so short but
I hope you like it.

Scared to be Lonely – Aomine

The slam of the door adds to the pain of your headache
making you wince. Lately, you wonder why you’re still with Aomine. It seems
like all the two of you ever do these days is fight. And over the stupidest
shit too. Every time he leaves in anger you wonder if it’s the last time you’ll
see him confused when that thought brings a feeling of relief instead of pain.
No doubt that’s a sure-fire sign one of you really should end this for good.
How can you stay with someone if you’re relieved at the prospect of him
leaving?

It’s late and you’re in bed drifting in and out of sleep
when you hear the front door open and close, more quietly this time thankfully.
A deep sigh leaves your lips; he came back then.

Aomine makes his way through the darkened apartment, sitting
on the couch and placing his head in his hands. Why does he keep coming back
here? What about you keeps drawing him back when most of the time you drive him
crazy? He knows he’s not the easiest person to get along with but in recent
memory you haven’t been the most amicable either.

And yet, here is he, back in your apartment, wanting nothing
more than to crawl into bed and put his arms around you.

The creak of the bedroom door announces Aomine’s presence
but you don’t turn around, pretending to be asleep because you just can’t
handle fighting any more. You’re surprised when he carefully climbs under the
covers. As his firm body slides right up next to yours, you can’t stop your
backwards motion to curl into his warmth.

You tell yourself this is the last time, the last night
you’re going to allow him to come back and hold you but you know you’re just
lying to yourself. Because even if there is someone better for you out there,
better out there for him, somehow you know you’ll keep coming back to each
other because at least this is familiar.

It’s the prospect of being alone that is scarier than the
reality that the love between you has deconstructed into nothing more than a
need to be physically close.

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Actions vs Words – Mitobe Rinnosuke

You thought you could handle the silence. But over time it
became heavy instead of peaceful, you felt awkward instead of comfortable and
ignored rather than heard.

“You love me, right?”

His eyes go wide, head nodding furiously in affirmative
response to your question.

“Then why don’t you say it?”

When Koga opens his mouth, you hold up your hand. “He’s
a grown man, let him speak for himself.”

Mitobe stares at you for a moment then reaches and touches
your face. His thumb ghosts over your cheek back and forth but he still doesn’t say
anything. A raise of his eyebrows has yours furrowing in frustration as a sigh
escapes your lips.

Pulling away, you shake your head. “That’s not enough
anymore Rinnosuke. I’m sorry.”

Weeks go by and the silence is still there but now there’s
no accompanying steadfast presence to go with it. You figure someday you’ll be
ready to try again with someone new but for now, even though it was you who
pushed him away, you miss Mitobe so much.

After two months, Koga can’t take it anymore, storming up to
you and saying without preamble, “Do you know why he accepted your
chocolate and reciprocated on white day? It wasn’t just because he thought you
were cute. It wasn’t because he felt obligated. It’s because he could tell you
actually liked him and weren’t just playing a game! Weren’t betting to see if
you could get him to talk!”

You feel your breath get caught in your throat, tears stinging
the edges of your eyes.

“You were the one girl in this whole damn school who
cared about him as he is with no ulterior motive. And he’s suffering now! He
loves you so damn much and he’s withering away without you! Whatever happened
to ‘actions speak louder than words’?! How can you not have seen how much he
cares?” He points to a door. “Go on the roof! See for yourself if you
can’t tell he loves you!”

You don’t know why you go but you do and the sight you find
breaks your heart. He looks up, sad eyes meeting yours. Before you can blink, you
rush forward, propelling yourself into his lap.

A startled inhale of breath is all you hear before you kiss
him, hands raking through his hair. His hands clasp your waist, trailing to
your back and pulling you flush against him. When you pull away he’s breathing
hard, you both are. Cupping his face, you look in his eyes, silently letting
him know, I’m sorry.

He swallows once, twice then opens his mouth. But before he
can say anything you put your hand over it, whispering, “It’s ok. I know.
I love you too.”

You feel him smile against your skin and return it before
kissing him again.

Mayuzumi please for number 73 dates fic meme ;)

I’m sorry this is so short, but I hope you like it!

Mayuzumi – Date #73 – Ice
skating/roller skating

“I don’t know how you talked me into this,”
Mayuzumi complains rubbing his hands together, his breath coming out like
steam.

“Because you love me,” you quip back lacing up
your skates

Stepping out onto the ice, you effortlessly glide across its
surface, spinning once before taking off swiftly, the bite of the cold air invigorating
against your skin.

Your hair whips around and you feel free, you always feel
most free here. Turning around you see your boyfriend still on the snow. “Aren’t
you coming?” you shout, your voice carrying far in the silence of the
surrounding woods.

Mayuzumi blinks, coming out of his haze from watching you.
You look positively ethereal in your blue and white winter clothing, the bright
full moon shining down on the secluded pond behind your parents’ home.

Skating out, he’s still cold and uncomfortable but he has to
admit the vision of you doing what you love is worth the sacrifice.

Character drabble number 3 with takao pretty please :))

Kazunari Takao Prompt #3: “I’m not jealous”

Walking through the arcade, Takao’s smile is wide and
bright, his hand clenching yours tightly. You shoot a sidelong glance at him,
giggling at his eager disposition.

Spying a basketball shooting game, he tugs you towards it, ignoring
your groaned protests.

“No fair! You can’t pick something you have such an
advantage in!” you whine when he steps up to the line.

“All’s fair in love and arcade wars babe,” he
replies cheekily, inserting both his and your player cards.

The machine clamors to life as you both pick up a ball.
“Loser gives the winner a hand massage,” he announces and you roll
your eyes but then focus on the challenge ahead.

Two minutes later, it’s over score 20 to 30.

“I can’t believe I won!” you exclaim happily.

Takao grumbles something about it being harder because the
basketball is weighted differently and the hoop distance isn’t the same.

“Ah, don’t be jealous that I’m a better shot than
you.”

“I’m not jealous!
I’m just stating the facts.”

You laugh, pecking your lips against his pout which melts it
away into his normal grin.

“Guess it’s not all bad,” he admits.
“Besides, now I can tell everyone my girlfriend is a damn good shot!”

Can you also do the date fic meme no. 4 for Himuro. Pretty please ^^

As always thank you for your patience!

Tatsuya Himuro – Date #4 – Dance class

“It’s hopeless! I’m a hopeless, two left footed
loser!”

Slumping to the ground, you clutch your arms around your
knees, head falling forward to hide your tears.

“Give us five minutes,” Himuro says to the
instructor and she nods, walking out of the studio.

Silence fills the room as Himuro keeps his eyes on your
crumpled form; he hates how much pressure you’re putting on yourself about
this.After giving you a few moments to compose yourself, he
crouches next to you, hand on your head.

“Sweet love, we don’t have to have a fancy first dance.
We don’t have to have one at all if you don’t want, I’m just happy to be
marrying you.”

Your head lifts, tears still standing in your eyes.
“But I wanted everything to be perfect.”

“That’s not possible,” he replies gently and you
nod, biting your lip to try to stem more tears.

Standing, Himuro tugs you to your feet and into his arms.
He, of course, has had no problem learning the moves of this dance. He may not
believe perfection is possible but you disagree because he’s perfect.
Everything he does ends the way he wants it.

“That’s not true,” he says when you express these
thoughts. “I’ve failed plenty of times, in something I love too.” He
tilts your head up, looking in your eyes. “But I kept going and didn’t give
up. Come on, lets try again.”

Slowly he leads you, swaying side to side, one hand on your
waist and the other grasping gently but firm to yours.

And so you dance, the thrum of your hearts all the rhythm
you need.

Heelllooo!! If you still have slots open, can I have Moriyama and his s/o attending a summer festival please~? can you include them visiting several stalls and watching the fireworks at night? Uwaa (/▽＼) sorry I’m such a constant requester here but I love your writings too much ❤❤

Hello sweetie! Don’t apologize for requesting! It’s requests that
keep blogs alive so I definitely appreciate you giving them! And thank you for the
compliment on my writing, it means a lot to me. Thank you for your patience
waiting for this, I’m sorry it took so long.

As you walk up to Moriyama in your traditional yukata he exhales a
long breath; you look so lovely in that color, its hue setting off the sparkle
in your eyes. He’s glad to see you’ve opted to wear your hair up seeing as he
enjoys looking at and stealing little touches of your elegant neck.

The sight of your boyfriend dressed in the grey yukata you hand-embroidered
with an orange lining makes you smile.

“Ready to go?” he asks offering his arm and you giggle as you take
it, the two of you strolling slowly through the ever-thickening crowd.

Your eyes dart this way and that, trying to take it all in; the
sights, the sounds, the smells! Everything is so festive and brightly colored
it makes your heart feel light to be surrounded by it all. Not to mention you’re
reveling in the time you get to spend with Yoshitaka. You feel a squeeze
against your hand and look at him.

“Enjoy it so far?” he asks with a smile.

You nod enthusiastically. “I’ve been looking forward to this all
year! I can’t believe it’s already time!” you exclaim happily.

Nearing the shop booth line, you squeal out at all the cute items
people are selling. Moriyama loses his grip on you as you fly towards a booth
selling figurines of your favorite anime, eyes shining with excitement.
Chuckling, Moriyama watches as you gingerly pick up one and then another,
taking in their detail. Sighing, you turn away, expression slightly wistful.

“What’s the matter?” he asks concerned; you looked so happy a
second ago.

“Nothing, Yoshi-kun, I just wish I made a lot more money at my
part time job. They have one of the figures I need to complete my collection
but it’s too expensive.”

He doesn’t say anything, just gives your hand a squeeze and tugs
you towards more booths. The next you stop at has intricate masks for sale and
you ask the keeper all about their process, fascinated that they are able to
make them look so lifelike. Moriyama, for the most part, just follows where you
lead. It isn’t that he doesn’t enjoy this, but you’re much more into it than he
is; at least when it comes to shopping.

As the two of you round another corner the scent of fried foods
and searing meat hit your nostrils making both of your mouths water.

“Let’s get something to eat, I’m starving,” Yoshi comments and you
nod.

Soon you’re holding a kabob in one hand and a frozen chocolate
covered banana in the other while Moriyama opts for an order of takoyaki, proffering
one to you on his fork. You take the fried octopus from him, almost moaning at
how good it tastes. For dessert, his first and your second, he orders taiyaki,
the little fish shaped pastries making you squeal with how cute they look.

After your meal, Moriyama leads you to the game booths, offering
to win you a stuffed plushie of one of your favorite anime characters. He succeeds
in the ring toss easily, handing you the prize which you hug with gusto before leaning
up and kissing his cheek. Feeling a blush cross his face, he grips your hand a
bit tighter, but his smile is more pronounced.

The rest of the day goes by in a blur of walking around until
eventually he leads you back to the first stall you stopped at and purchases
the figurine you wanted despite your protests. As you head to the grass to
stake a claim to watch the fireworks you sigh happily; the day really has been
perfect.

Sitting down, Moriyama leans against a rock and draws you to sit
between his legs. The position is rather intimate giving your surroundings but
he doesn’t care, he loves having you in his arms and wants to enjoy the
fireworks this way. Idly playing with your hair that has since come down as the
day wore on, the two of you discuss the upcoming school year and his basketball
schedule.

With a resounding boom, the first wave of fireworks cascade across
the night sky and you jump, your reaction making Yoshi laugh at you a little.
But he hugs you tighter to himself, chin resting on your head as you watch the
colorful display. Shifting his head, he looks at your face, loving the look of
awe upon it. Leaning forward, he pecks your cheek then whispers in your ear, “I
love you.”

Turning to face him, you plant a long, slow kiss on his lips.

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

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

“Sweetheart?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell me everything,” he says softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But…your reputation,” you whisper.

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

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

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

Dates fic meme, number 52 – Kise Ryota

Ryouta Kise – Date #52: Bike Ride

The sun is shining brightly, reflecting off the pond as you
and Ryouta make your way around it on your bikes. It’s the most perfect spring
day and you’re so thankful your boyfriend has the day off from basketball and
modeling to spend some time with you.

A cry of gleeful surprise draws your attention to the blonde
as he stops, pointing across the lake. Halting your bike, you straddle it and
follow the line of his finger where you see a group of kids on BMX bikes doing
various tricks, jumping over benches and generally causing a commotion.

When Kise turns back to look at you, the expression on his
face has you groaning; you know that look.

“Ryouta-kun, no,” you say.

“What ____-cchi? You know I can copy anything!” he pouts.

“That may be true for sports, sweetie, but that’s a bit more
complicated. Plus, you don’t even have the right-“he doesn’t wait for you to
finish your warning, taking off at full speed intent to copy what he sees them
doing.

Sighing, you take off after him, if for nothing else than to
be near at hand when he wrecks himself and needs to go to the hospital.

Ahead you can see him speeding forward, tires hitting their
mark and he launches. He releases the bike, kicking it to spin around but as
you predicted, because he’s on a normal bike, the body doesn’t rotate properly,
leaving him to either land hard on it wrong or abandon the contraption all
together.

He opts for the second scenario, releasing the bike with a
decidedly high-pitched scream that would have you laughing if you weren’t so
fearful for his wellbeing. He rolls as he lands, thankfully not hitting his
head or twisting anything as far as you can see.

His bike, however, is a bit worse for wear, slamming down
hard, the frame tweaking.

From his position on the ground, Ryouta groans but as you
reach him you’re thankful it’s more so in embarrassment than because he’s hurt.
You disembark from your bike, allowing it to fall to the ground as you kneel
beside him.

“Ryouta-kun, are you ok?” you ask and he removes the hand
covering his eyes.

Looking at your face he asks, “____-cchi, will you go with
me to get a new bike?”

You’re unsurprised when he buys a BMX, intent on redeeming
himself from his epic fail.