I just melt for soft Akashi, he’s so…intense but I love the idea of him sweet and romantic. – Admin Jade
You’d been practically vibrating with excitement all day. It was Valentine’s Day, normally an unwelcome and overly commercialized holiday you tended to either mock or avoid. Of course, that was all a ruse, a defense mechanism to protect you from years of being alone or disappointed from past lovers who either failed to remember or failed in their efforts.
But this year would be different. This year you were with Akashi Seijuro.
You just knew he’d come up with something amazing and romantic. He’d been dropping miniscule hints throughout the day via text message but you were still completely in the dark of his master plan. He’d assured you all would be handled by him – or his staff where necessary – and you’d enjoy yourself.
You had no doubts.
Stepping out on the stoop of your apartment, you smiled at his driver waiting beside the car. “The master awaits you at your final destination. He,” here he took out from his pocket a blindfold, “requested your acquiesce to my putting this on you and guiding you. Are you comfortable with that?”
A thrill of anticipation rolled through your chest, fingers clutching the cloth of your jacket a bit tighter but you nodded, turning around so he could fix it about your eyes. “If you would take my hand, I’ll help you into the car.”
You nodded again, doing as requested and when the door was shut you let out a long breath, unaware you’d even been holding it.
It was odd being a vehicle with no ability to see, the sway of the suspencion more noticeable giving you pause to consider you never realized how much one relied on visual cues while driving. Finally you felt the car come to a stop and the engine shift off. The door opening made you start slightly but you took a calming breath and waited for further instruction.
You were unprepared for Akashi’s voice near your ear. “Thank you for indulging my whims,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I did want this to be a surprise.” You nodded, allowing him to take your hand and lead you where he would.
“There are steps,” he advised looping your arm through his own. “Ready?”
At your nod, the two of you made way up the stairs. You felt the air pressure change alerting you to being indoors, but there was no real noise, no murmur of voices so you didn’t think you were in a public area. Maybe the back door to a hotel? But that didn’t make sense. Akashi had no reason to hide, never would in fact, and it was unlikely he’d take you to hotel anyway. You hadn’t even discussed being together in that capacity yet, still feeling out the relationship and each other.
“Ok, stand here and wait,” he ordered, voice soft. “Close your eyes and do not open them until I say.” You did so and he removed the barrier of your vision. You felt him shift, take both your hands in his and then he gave permission to open your eyes.
When you did so a soft gasp pulled from your lips. You were in a room at his mansion seemingly filled with hundreds and hundreds of candles. It was only when you looked a little closer that you realized the illusion was caused by mirrors. Turning your head you caught sight of roses – of which you were sure there were at least one hundred – settled upon every surface of the room save the small round table upon which lay a prepared meal of sushi and sake next to a small red box of chocolates from your favorite confectioner on a crisp, white tablecloth.
Soft music played from his record player, an indulgence he’d procured for himself earlier in the year. Gently, he guided you into his arms, pressing his cheek against your own and swayed in time to the music, guiding you in a small circle. You closed your eyes, breathing in his spicy scent and let it out in a long, low puff of air.
Akashi leaned back, looking into your eyes, a small but deep and warm ember of affection reflected by the flicker of flames that seemingly danced right along with you. He smiled softly, drawing his face closer to yours and pressed a firm but sweet kiss to your lips. Drawing back, his breath ghosting over you, he murmured, “Happy Valentine’s Day, ______.”
We do too anon! It’s so much fun to see what you all come up with and they’re so good! Personally, I’m doing fairly well, thank you for your well wishes! I love having opportunities to write for characters not typically asked for and I hope you enjoy these! – Admin Jade
Takao
The plan had been to take the day easy, laying around and probably eating copious amounts of junk food lulling the two of them into an afternoon nap.
That was the plan.
But Takao had other ideas that involved chasing them down to unleash tickles until they screamed for mercy which turned into them running like children through the house, his chasing and them evading.
“You’ll never escape!” he laughed, tearing up the stairs behind them. They rounded the corner a bit to quickly, sliding on the hallway rug but amazingly managed to maintain balance. Just as they were home-free and about to reach the bedroom with a lock on its door they heard a crash from behind coupled with a groan of pain.
Turning swiftly, their eyes widened at the sight of Takao on the floor, the same rug which had almost tripped them up claiming him as its victim.
“Kazunari!” they shouted in panic, rushing back to his side. Just as they leaned fully on their knees, he sprung up making them scream in surprise as he pushed them to their back, fingers digging into their side making them squirm and squeal. “You brat! I can’t believe you made me think you were hurt!” The rest of their protestations were covered with uncontrolled laughter.
“All’s fair in love and war my dear and this round goes to me!” Takao gloated.
When breathing became an issue, he finally relented, releasing them to lie panting on the ground. “I…gonna….get….you,” they insisted, shaking a clenched fist in his direction.
“Sure, ______, sure,” he mocked, patting their knee as he stood.
The next moment he was gasping as they leapt upon his back and blew raspberries right against the most sensitive spot on his neck.
“Are you trying to tickle me or turn me on?” he complained, reaching behind to poke their sides, the action causing them to relinquish their hold.
They spun him around, fingers threading through his hair to drag his mouth to their own. Takao moaned into the kiss, hands clasping firmly to their hips. “Now I’m trying to turn you on,” they teased, moving backwards with his hands in their own towards the same room they’d been seeking refuge from him in.
Hayama
The flicker of the TV casts an uneven glow in the dark room leading Hayama’s eyes to begin succumbing to the urge to close, his head nodding forward before he snaps it back up. Sniffing, he casts his eyes sideways, surprised to see they’re fully immersed in the movie. How? It’s soooooo boring! Taking a deep breath, he tries to refocus but he’s been watching at half consciousness and so has no real idea what’s going on. Shaking his head, he smacks his cheeks working to stay awake. This was not how he’d wanted to spend the day with them, his plan to have taken them to the park to enjoy a walk, or the paddle boats, or maybe even a little bit of one on one just for fun. But no, the sky decided to open up sending a copious amount of water to the earth.
Glancing at them again, he notices their stance, leaned against the arm of the couch exposing their side. He grins behind his palm then as nonchalantly as possible, moves closer. They notice, of course, sending him a warm smile. It almost makes him feel bad for what he’s about to do; almost.
When he’s at the perfect distance, he pounces, earning a startled squeak then shriek as his fingers find their mark against the flesh under their shirt.
“Kotaro! Stop! Damn it, what is wrong with you!” But their protests fall on deaf ears, Hayama merely increasing his pursuit of torturing them. “I swear…you’re…gonna…get it!”
They roll towards the edge of the couch, falling heavily on to their butt only to jump back up and lunge for him. Hayama is ready for them, grabbing their wrists and holding them up away from him. “You think that’ll stop me!” they yell, voice full of mirth and retaliation. Deftly, they perch on his lap, toes digging into his sides making him yelp.
“That…you….I….” he gasps, working hard to speak and failing as laughter overtakes his attempts.
A moment later, they’re on their ass again as he loses his grip upon them.
“Are you…ok?” he asks.
They wave away his concern, catching their own breath. “What got into you?” they manage to ask after a few moments.
He shrugs, eyes closed. “Nothing really, just wanted to have some fun.”
A second later he’s spluttering as a pillow comes in clean contact with his head. Whipping it down, he grins at them standing with their own cushioned weapon in their hands. “Round two,” they quip then swing again.
I love fluff! I really hope you enjoy this one! – Admin Jade
Rolling over among twisted sheets, her hand reaches beside her only to find the space vacant. “He must be in the bathroom,” she thinks, settling more fully under the blanket. Ten minutes later, the distinct smell of bacon wafts into the room. “Mmmmm, bacon…maybe we’ll go out to breakfast today.” When the bacon scent is joined by something sweet, waffles or pancakes maybe, her mouth is watering. Blinking open sleep encrusted eyes, she realizes Kise still hasn’t returned and the scents she’s been enjoying are becoming stronger. Frowning, she stands, throwing on a robe to protect from the chill in the room. Hand just about to touch the knob of their bedroom door, she sees a note taped to it.
_____-cchi, first: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Second: get back in bed.
She smiles, catching onto his game but willing to play it nonetheless and does as he says, lying down to play with on her phone while she waits.
After another ten minutes, she hears footsteps nearing the door, Kise’s face appearing as he opens the door. He smiles, eyes warm with affection when they land on her. “I figured you’d wake up,” he chuckles, moving carefully so as not to disturb the contents of the tray in his hands.
As he gets closer, she sits up, smoothing out the blanket to make room for his surprise.
Reaching her with no mishaps, Kise pulls down the legs of the tray and settles the homemade breakfast down. He’s gone all out, filling it with a large stack of pancakes, fruit bowl stuffed with strawberries, bananas and blueberries, a hearty helping of bacon and a cup of steaming hot coffee. The scent of warmed syrup has her licking her lips and her stomach growling.
Kise laughs, leaning down to plant a kiss to her cheek, murmuring against her skin, “Happy Birthday, _____-cchi.”
She giggles, turning her head to capture his lips in a lingering, sweet kiss. “Thank you so much Ryouta, this looks amazing!”
“Dig in, I’ll get mine and join you,” he insists.
He doesn’t have to tell her twice, a bite of syrup drenched pancakes making her moan in pleasure.
Armed with his own tray, Kise sits next to her, nibbling away at the bacon. “So, what do you want to do for your special day?” he asks before taking his own bite of pancake.
She shrugs, fully immersed in her meal. Thinking it over, she looks up at him. “I really just wanted to spend the day with you, I don’t really care what we do,” she admits with a smile.
He hums, looking out the window. It’s still fairly dark, clouds covering the sky and threatening rain. “I think we should snuggle up and watch movies, we can enjoy junk food all day without guilt because their celebratory calories.”
She laughs, poking his cheek. “I thought that only applies to the person being celebrated?”
He shrugs. “I have practice tomorrow, I’ll burn it all off in no time.”
“Now you’re just being annoying,” she pouts, but there’s no ire in her tone. “Still, I like your idea, let’s do it.”
“Good, because I’m gonna spoil you with all the sweetness I can.”
Setting down the trays carefully to the floor, she sits upon his lap, mischievous smile on her lips. “Right now, the only sweetness I’m interested in is yours,” she whispers before kissing him passionately.
Kise rotates, pining her body beneath his own. “Then by all means, let me give you your fill.”
ASK: Is it too late?!?! May I request Shimizu and Momoi (separate) waiting for their husband (adult au) coming out of surgery (which was successful) and their hubby doesn’t quite remember them.due to the anesthesia and its kinda hilarious because they’re flirting with them and asking who they are and are so surprised they have such a beautiful wife? I hope this made sense.
It totally makes sense and is such a cute ask. I almost picked two boys from the shows to be their husbands but kept them “readers” so some of the guys who read my stuff can be self-inserted too.
Shimizu Kiyoko
Shimizu tried her best not to worry. The doctors had assured her the procedure was simple, in and out, no big deal. But as the minutes dragged by she couldn’t stop her heart from trembling; what if something went wrong? The grab of her hand had her jumping but the voice near her ear brought a sigh from her lips, releasing some of the tension in her back. “He’s gonna be fine, it’s no big deal, remember?” Looking to the side, her bespectacled eyes met the warmth of Daichi’s.
“Thanks for being here,” she said softly, allowing her head to rest on his shoulder. “I…I’m not used to…you know…”
He chuckled, drawing his arm around her shoulder. “I know, Shimizu, I know. You’re used to being the strong one, and you are, but it’s ok to lean on us every once in a while.”
She snorted delicately, punching him lightly in the gut and he laughed a bit louder. “What’s this? I’m gone for five minutes and you’ve already moved on?”
Daichi grinned up at Yui. “You know you’re the only one for me princess, now where’s that coffee?”
Reaching forward with a giggle, she deposited the requested drink into his hand, the artificial light above glinting off her wedding band. He grabbed it, planting a kiss to the top.
“Ugh, do you have to be so nauseatingly sweet all the time?” complained Shimizu.
“Don’t be jealous,” Yui replied with a sweet smile.
“Don’t worry, I’m not.”
So distracted by their banter, neither noticed the doctor walking down the hall until he had almost reached them. Shimizu stood swiftly, former mirth falling away to give full attention to her husband’s surgeon.
He smiled, gentle and warm. “Everything went splendidly, though I am glad we caught it when we did. A rupture would have been most undesirable.”
Shimizu let out a breath. “Can I see him please?”
The doctor chuckled, “He a bit loopy at the moment but don’t be alarmed, that’s just the effect of the anesthesia. But, of course, by all means. Follow me.”
The three friends made their way to the recovery ward, Shimizu’s eyes softening as they landed on her beloved. She leaned down, planting a gentle kiss to his forehead prompting him to open his eyes and when they did he let out a gasp.
“Am I in heaven?” he asked breathless. Perplexed, Shimizu shook her head, her dark tresses swaying slightly. “Are you sure? Because I’m pretty sure I’m looking at an angel.”
Daichi snorted, earning an elbow to the stomach. “Ouch! Between you and her I’m gonna have bruised ribs,” he complained.
Shimizu’s brow furrowed. “Do…do you not know who I am?”
Slowly he shook his head, but said quickly after, “B…but I want to know! I mean, you’re soooo pretty! How could I not want to know you?”
Now Yui was giggling.
Casting her an irritated glance, Shimizu leaned forward slightly. “I’m your wife,” she advised.
His eyes widened, mouth falling open. “No….way….” he breathed out.
When she nodded he let out a whoop. “I don’t know where I am or why I’m here but if you’re mine nothing else matter!”
She shook her head, calmly petting his hair as she was wont to do when he was over excited and encouraged him to rest, assuring that when he awoke once more all would make sense and they could go home.
Momoi Satsuki
“You have really pretty eyes! Do…do you wear contacts?”
Momoi giggled, running fingertips across her husband’s forehead to clear his eyes of his bangs. “Nope, all natural.”
His eyes trailed up and down her body leaned over him to reach the pillow and fluff it. “All of you?”
She laughed again, giving a playful smack to his chest. “Yes, all of me, silly.” He chuckled, then winced in pain making her lose her mirth momentarily. “Sorry sweetie, I’ll try not to make you laugh.”
“Oh but your laugh is so beautiful! Like…like bird song!” he insisted.
“Why can’t you be this poetic all the time?” she teased.
“What’d you mean? Didn’t we just meet?”
Momoi couldn’t stop more laughter from bubbling up and out of her mouth. “No, you dork! I’m your wife!”
He looked momentarily stunned, then a look of pure bliss erupted over his face. “That’s a relief! I was laying here tryin’ ta figure out how to ask you to marry me and here you already have!”
I have no idea why this came out with a melancholy under tone but it does have some fluff in it. Either way, I hope you enjoy!
Nestled under the warmth of the covers, Oikawa lay with his elbow propped, head resting against his palm and watched the rise and fall of her chest, his other hand itching to touch but because he didn’t want to wake her this early, he refrained from doing so. It used to bother him that he’d wake up so much earlier than her, the habit ingrained from years and years of rising before dawn to warm up his knee, stretch, run, stretch some more and shovel down breakfast before hightailing it to the gym for extra practice, always pushing himself; more, more more!
But then she’d come along, quite literally stumbling across him when a late night practice session in their college gym had resulted in him twisting his ankle (first the knee, now the ankle) and crying out in pain. She’d rushed in, not watching where she was going and fell over him. Only she didn’t stay down long, rotating swiftly to rush to his aid.
He knew he’d been anything but grateful to her in that moment, angry at himself, angry at his knee, angry at the world for cursing him with a body just strong enough to get him one step away from his ultimate goals before failing him at the last moment.
Now, he could laugh at the memory of her tiny frame working to heft his larger one upon her shoulders, insistent he get some help. They’d made it halfway to the trainer’s office before the vice captain came upon them and took over.
His ankle pulsed as he shifted closer, bringing him back to the present, but he ignored it in favor of stroking her cheek, apparently unable to keep his hands off her.
He smiled softly as she snored, a little drool sneaking out making him chuckle. “So sloppy my sweetness,” he chided in a whisper.
She grunted, rolling to her side but not waking up even as she sought more of his warmth; he did run hotter than most.
Feeling the protest of tiring muscles in his arms, Oikawa eased back down, hoping not to move the mattress too much and thus actually wake her from slumber. As the sun slowly rose in the east, rays muted by the sheer curtains upon the windows, her eyes blinked open to meet his own.
“Hey,” she yawned through a stretch, “how long have you been awake?”
He shrugged. “Not sure, since before the sun made an appearance.”
She clicked her tongue. “You’re crazy, I can’t believe you still wake up so early.” A shudder racked her body. “Damn, it’s cold in here! Did you turn the heater off again Tooru?”
He didn’t reply, instead rolling on top of her, tugging the covers as he went to encase them in a cocoon of sheets and blankets. “We have all the heat we need right here,” he teased, brushing his nose up the side of her neck.
Giggling she pressed two fingers against his forehead and pushed. “Already? I just woke up! Can’t we have breakfast first?” He grabbed her hand, kissing the palm before resting it against his chest. At the serious look on his face, her brows furrowed with concern and her other hand reached up to caress his face. “Tooru?”
He shook his head. “It’s nothing, I just…damn, I really love you,” he confessed, leaning down to capture her lips with his own, the kiss chaste but long. Resting his forehead against her own he went on, “Being yours is the greatest thing to have ever happened to me.”
“Ok, what’s gotten into you?” she teased. “Bad dream?”
He shook his head again. “No, just thankful you didn’t give up on me.” His voice was soft, fragments of melancholy laced together with his sincere gratitude.
Her arms wound round his neck, drawing their chests flush together. “Breakfast can wait,” she admitted, then kissed him again.
An Iwaizumi scenario where he looks at his girlfriend doing normal stuff like painting and baking and just hanging out on the couch and reading and he just realizes how much he loves her so he blurts out to her to marry him. Thanks! Keep up the great work!
Thank you so much for the encouragement, I’m sorry this took so long to get out, I hope you really enjoy it.
It was a simple day, warm but not too hot, the kind where debate between being indoors or out was non-existent because either way it would be pleasant.
“Let’s get some fresh air,” she commented, gathering her easel and paints. Iwaizumi nodded, moving to help despite her soft protests. They made way to the backyard, Iwaizumi settling into the hammock he’d put up the week before while she set up. Hands behind his head, Iwaizumi stared at the branches above but before long his head shifted, eyes falling back on her.
Perched on her stool, brush in hand making soft strokes against the canvas, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she blended. He knew that was what she was doing by the circular motion of her hand.
As he watched her work, he felt his eyelids grow heavy, the lull of the breeze and gentle sway of the hammock sending him into twilight slumber, her face the last image in his mind.
Descending into dream, the years of them together faded in and out like a black and white 8mm film reel, the highlights of their lives so far.
Meeting in college while sharing horror stories of their shared professor, unfortunately in different classes.
Him asking her on a date after much prodding from Oikawa.
Them making it “official” the first time he called her his girlfriend to off put some way too insistent guys bugging her in the cafeteria.
The smile she’d given him in that moment.
Now they were in their final year of school, each headed on the path of their chosen careers having faced both joys and sorrows such the death of her father followed closely by the birth of Oikawa’s unplanned daughter (and the subsequent falling in love with the little tyke as “uncle Iwa-chan” and “auntie, ____-chan” babysat from time to time to allow the frequently frazzled parents some peace and quiet).
And on that memory, new images burst into technicolor hues. Images of them married, living together, having children…
The image shook slightly, making him frown. It felt so real, so peaceful, so there he never wanted to leave. But now the motion was accompanied by a noise; the sound of his name.
“Hajime, come on sleepy head, wake up!”
He blinked his eyes open, staring up at her beautiful visage, hand absentmindedly reaching up to wipe his thumb against a streak of blue paint that somehow landed on her cheek. She smiled, that smile, and kissed his palm.
“Marry me,” he breathed out, barely above a whisper.
Her eyes went wide.
He struggled from his prone position, almost falling out of the wiley scoop of fabric. Finally to his feet, he stared into her eyes, leaned down and kissed her. “I know it’s not the most romantic way to ask but-”
With a tilt of her toes and the press of her lips, she sealed off his deprecation. Pulling away she giggled, “It was perfectly you, it was perfectly…us.”
He smiled, a true wide brighter than the sun smile, and picked her up, spinning about the grass and laughing like a fool but he didn’t care. Stopping mid turn, he looked at her again. “That was a yes, right?”
And her laughter rang out to the sky as she nodded. “With all my heart,” she assured.
We don’t have much of a winter where I am, so it’s always fun to write about it! I hope you enjoy! – Admin Jade
Kise
Exhaling a cloud of steam, Kise rubbed his hands rapidly in efforts to warm them despite the gloves. He looked about, taking in the city park which had been transformed into a winter wonderland with unmarred snow covering every inch of it, the only disturbance his own footsteps that led him to this particular spot.
“Kise-kun!”
Smiling, he turned, eyes shining as you made your way towards him, two presumably hot drinks in your hands. You extended one to him with a sweet smile. “Light on sugar and cream, just how you like it.”
Kise took it, the frost melting from his fingers and sighed as he lifted the cup, closed his eyes and inhaled the lovely caffeinated scent. He’d not thought he would like coffee but you’d convinced him to try it and now it was one of his favorite treats. The steam warmed his face but being with you warmed his heart.
Opening his eyes, he moved to your side, wrapped his arm about your shoulders and pecked the top of your head. “This was a great idea, _____-cchi, it’s so peaceful in the morning!”
You snuggled into his side, shivering a bit. “Yes, but I hadn’t realized just how cold it was going to be!”
Kise chuckled, rubbing your arm. “That just means we have to stay close, right?”
A playful pinch of his side had him yelping as you teased, “Like you need any excuse.”
“So mean,” he pouted, but didn’t move away.
After a few moments of standing enjoying your drinks, the hot liquid warming from the inside out, Kise tugged you forward. As you walked arm in arm, the gentle crunch of snow beneath your feet, the sun began to crest the horizon, sending tendrils of light cascading off the fresh white powder. Looking up, you gasped and pointed.
Kise followed your line of sight, inhaling his own sharp breath when he saw hundreds of icicles hanging in the trees with the sun’s rays creating bursts of color in their refraction. He looked back down to you, watching your eyes sparkle with excitement and drew closer to your face. “I think we have a new yearly tradition,” he said, planting a kiss to your cheek. He drew back, enjoying the pink tinging your face before leaning back down to kiss your lips.
Kuroko
The sound of holiday tunes and children’s laughter grew louder the closer you and your boyfriend drew to the ice rink. As it came into view, Kuroko stopped abruptly, squeezing your hand. “Kuroko-kun, what’s wrong?”
He swallowed, keeping his eyes fixed on the frozen water encased by support walls, images of coach’s latest training brain scheme flashing through his mind, his backside pulsing at the painful memory. “Eh, just…not a fan of ice,” he said lamely, ashamed he was so afraid to go back out there.
But you squeezed his hand back and smiled. “It’ll be fine, you can hang onto me if you want,” you offered sweetly, tugging him forward gently.
Still resistant, Kuroko nonetheless followed your lead as you made way to the rental booth, but he drew the line at letting you pay for him.
Together you found an empty bench and switch out shoes for skates, fingertips feeling the bite of the cold winter air. After putting your gloves back on, you offered a hand once more to Kuroko. “Come on, we’ll stay on the edge until you feel more comfortable.”
“Won’t we be in the way?” he asked nervously.
“No, experienced skaters go into the center more, we’ll be fine there.” And taking his hand you pulled him up and into the rink, giving instruction as you went.
Soon enough, though still quite wobbly, Kuroko was managing to skate with his hand just hovering above the wall. “I’m fine for now, _____-chan, why don’t you go out and do some real skating? I don’t want this to be boring for you,” he said.
Frowning, you stopped in front of him, hands on his shoulders. “As long as I’m with you, I’m happy, I don’t need to be speeding around if it means leaving you by yourself.”
Kuroko couldn’t stop the flush to his cheeks at your earnest words, still unused to someone paying so much attention to him for anything besides basketball. Smiling softly, he replied, “And I won’t be happy until you’ve gotten some proper skating in. Go on, I’ll have more fun watching you, I’m sure.”
You sighed but nodded, leaning forward to peck his cheek.
Then you were off in a burst of speed that had him catching his breath. How could anyone move that quickly and gracefully on ice? Sure, you were using skates and not shoes, but with the ease of which you moved about Kuroko had no doubt you would have ran literal circles around the team if you’d been with them that day. His smile widened as he leaned his elbows against the wall but a second later his feet slid out from under him and he found himself smacking his butt to the ice hard. Groaning, he tilted his head back, thumping it against the wall as you hurried towards him asking loudly if he was ok.
When you reached his side and knelt to help him up, he asked, “Now can we go get hot chocolate?”
Laughing, you nodded, hefting him to his feet and made your way off the ice.
I have this as the beginning of them becoming a s/o, hope you enjoy! – Admin Jade
There he was again, Akashi Seijuro, or as they commonly referred to him in their own mind: the beautiful man with red eyes. They’d never seen eyes of that color on anyone else. It reminded them of chrysanthemums, hints of gold showing in certain lighting. As he moved through the shop, ease in his step, they watched from behind a bunch of daisies, unable to tear their gaze from his form. He was wearing a grey suit, it’s lines sharp enough to cut paper they were sure, with a black tie fixed perfectly by a gorgeous ruby tie pin.
“Good afternoon, ______” his deep smooth voice offered, light smile on his lips.
They started, worried he’d caught them staring, but if he had he made no mention of it.
“Go…good afternoon, Akashi-san,” they managed, heart rate speeding up as those crimson irises settled on their face.
“I was hoping you could help me,” he continued, never breaking eye contact.
They swallowed, hoping the little moisture left in their throat would be enough to help them form words adequately. “Yes?” Good, no stuttering and their voice didn’t crack.
“You see…today is a very important day. Today is the day I’m going to tell someone how I feel about them and I’m sure you can provide excellent assistance.”
They were sure the color was draining from their face if the settling cold was anything to go by; but should they really be surprised? Akashi-san could have anyone he wanted. He was rich, powerful, gorgeous; but that wasn’t all they liked about him.
The first time he’d been to their shop, he’d asked for flowers for his mother’s grave. The way he looked, the depth of love still there, was tragically beautiful.
The second had been to order flower arrangements for an event as his company, purchasing vases as well. They’d heard later everyone loved the flowers and the fact they could take them home at the end of the evening.
On his fourth visit, he had a girl with him and they’d felt their heart sink only to rise with joy when he introduced them to her. “This is one of my greatest friends, Momoi Satsuki. She’s getting married in six months and I told her this was absolutely the place to come for flowers.”
The pink haired girl had clapped her hands enthusiastically, chirping, “Everything is so pretty! I just can’t decide! I wish Tetsu would have come with me!” From there, they’d taken over, asking for her color scheme, the size of her tables, how many bridesmaids. After talking for about an hour, Momoi had made her selections, only for Akashi-san to grab the contract and sign it himself. “Consider it a wedding gift,” he chuckled as Momoi protested him spending so much.
Yes, there was much to admire about the man before them.
They snapped back to attention when he cleared his throat, a slightly raise eyebrow all the indication he was curious as to their silence.
“Yes! Yes, of course I can help, Akashi-san. Um, what exactly were you looking for?”
He hummed, tapping his index finger against his chin. “I’d like for the bouquet to speak to them. For it to make clear all the reasons I appreciate and admire them,” he answered, looking back into their eyes.
“Right, ok….so….tell me about them! I’m sure I can find some flowers that will serve your purpose well!”
Akashi smiled, eyes soft as he considered their request and they were sure by the end of this ordeal they would need to lie down and take a couple of deep breaths. “First, they are exceedingly beautiful,” he supplied.
“Amaryllis,” they murmured, picking two from the display.
“They’re a very happy person.”
“Definitely gerbera,” and in went two more flowers. They paused then asked, “You said you wanted to convey admiration, right?” He hummed ascent. “Then you definitely need red carnations. What else?”
Akashi stared at them for a moment then answered, “They’re strong and creative and carry themselves with elegance.”
“Wow,” they breathed then refocused. “Some dahlias are perfect for that.” They considered the gathering of flowers in their grasp and said, “Ok, I think we have room for one more. Better make it a good one,” they teased, trying to lighten the load of despair in their chest.
“This one I think I can pick on my own,” he said softly, handing them two roses.
”Love! He loves this person!”
Returning behind the counter, they completed the arrangement, making sure every petal was flawless and every stem was perfectly even with the rest before securing them with green ribbon. Taking a deep breath, they walked out to where Akashi stood waiting, hands in his pockets. As the approached, they extended the bouquet, trying desperately to keep any tremor out of their voice as they said, “I hope they like these and I wish you the best of luck.”
Akashi took the bundle, but as he made way to gathering his wallet, they held up one hand. “On the house, today is a special day, after all.”
He stared at them, smiling again.
“Normally I’d protest. As an Akashi I am not accustomed to receiving charity, however, it is fitting all things considered.”
They cocked their head, confused by his words but their eyes widened to the size of saucers as he stepped closer, hands extending the bouquet back towards them. “I hope this makes perfectly clear how I feel about you.” He closed their shaking fingers around the stems, leaning forward to touch his lips to their cheek. “I’ll pick you up for dinner after you close, make sure to wear something nice, we’re going to celebrate.”
They don’t know how they didn’t manage to faint dead on the spot.
In case anyone is wondering what these flowers look like, I made this banner to share. They are in the order they were picked in the scene.
I just love this gorilla! He’s so sweet! – Admin Jade
“Okamura-senpai, we’re leaving, are you gonna stay late again?” shouted his point guard from across the gym. “You know the girls team is comin’ in soon!”
Despite his best efforts, Okamura could feel his cheeks heating up. Did they know? Shaking his head, he called over his shoulder, “Just a few more shots, I’ll be outta their way soon! See you tomorrow!”
A mumbled reply was all he got as they exited to head to their respective dorms chatting as they went.
Exhaling a sigh of relief, Okamura turned towards the basket, shooting a three pointer. Gathering the ball, he took another shot and then another, both of which bounced off the rim. He hadn’t lied, he really would keep taking shots, though his focus was less than perfect. Any minute now-
“Oi! Girl’s team coming in! Time to get out!” shouted the vice captain.
Okamura gathered his ball and headed towards the bleachers to pick up his bag, strategically placed right underneath so he’d have to pass right by her. Gathering courage, he made eye contact and smiled at the captain, raising a hand in greeting. She returned the gesture before refocusing her attention on the conversation with her partner.
It wasn’t until he was outside that Okamura realized he’d been so distracted by her beautiful smile he’d forgotten to pick up his bag!
“Ugh, how embarrassing, but I can’t leave it there all night,” he groaned. Sighing he pivoted, heading back into the gym.
Just as he touched the strap, he heard a voice say, “Oh I just wanna give him a big hug! He’s like…like…like a teddy bear!”
It froze him in his tracks; he knew that voice, had dreamed of that voice. His shoulders slumped, head beginning to hang. He supposed he shouldn’t be that surprised she would have someone she was interested in, maybe even was already dating, though he’d not seen evidence of that. Then again, maybe she had someone back home. Yeah, that would make sense. His heart ached, a deep burning pain rushing through his blood and giving him a headache. But before he could retreat he heard the vice captain ask, “Who? The guy who’s always here till the last minute?”
“Of course! Who else did you think?”
Now he was sure his heart had stopped; was she actually talking…about him?
The vice captain snorted, “I can’t believe you like him. Don’t you think it’s…kind of creepy how he’s always here when we’re coming in?”
“Just because he works harder than everyone else does not make him creepy! It’s admirable!”
Okamura lips twitched upward, heart beating a bit faster hearing her defend him. Not that the vice captain was entirely wrong, he did stay late for more than just extra practice but it wasn’t like he just sat around!
“Yeah, well, I’d say it’s a bit of a stretch calling him a teddy bear. Gorilla is more like it.”
There was a pause and for a moment Okamura felt the weight of dread settling upon him; did she think he was a gorilla too?
Then she laughed, loud and bright. “I have always been a fan of primates, and he’s as prime as they get for a mate!”
Her partner groaned, the sound of a smacked arm echoing in the gym. “I swear, you get worse and worse! You really should stop hanging out so much with Izuki!”
“Hanging around?! The only reason we’re in that stupid study group, you know the one on the complete opposite side of campus, is because you wanted to join it. And the only reason you wanted to join that one was because of-”
“Oh look, the girls are comin’ in!”
“You can’t hide from me!”
Okamura chuckled, watching from his position under the bleachers as they ran to greet their team.
So she wanted to give him a hug did she? He’d just have to make her wish come true.
She had found herself flipping through her old middle school yearbooks a lot, viewing past pictures of friends and acquaintances she had left behind. There were many that she still kept in touch with and many more that she’d lost all connection with. As she turned the pages, going down memory lane with each picture she recognized, she found her eyes lingering on a certain individual.
Only thing was, it wasn’t the individual she often found herself searching for.
Momoi remembered a time when she used to go out of her way to find Kuroko and this much was evident in the fact that her yearbook was littered with pictures of the two of them together. If she was in a photograph, it was almost certain that he was trapped within her grasps. It was strange to her that her eyes suddenly seemed more attracted to shades of red rather than blue.
She didn’t know when she started searching for Akashi through her yearbook, only that he didn’t take many pictures. For someone who had been so involved with both sports and school, he was easily the least photographed of all her friends. Maybe it had been on purpose. Still, it was enough to have Momoi flipping through every page she’d already been through just to catch a glimpse of that head of red hair. It was the interruption of her cell phone ringing that finally got her to stop scanning every page.
“Satsuki.” Speak of the devil. “If you’re ready, I’m outside waiting.”
“O-Oh, yeah! I’ll be out in a second.”
Standing from her bed, Momoi used the palms of her hands to flatten out any wrinkles that had formed in her clothes. One last glance in the mirror and a nod of approval were needed before she could leave her room.
It had been only a few days since she’d decided to call Akashi for old time’s sake, wondering if he’d like to hang out some time. When he’d asked if Aomine was the one who wanted the get together and she’d told him he hadn’t a clue about it, there was a certain pulse of excitement in her heart. She’d been the one who wanted to meet him alone.
“Satsuki,” he greeted the second she stepped out of her front door. There was a single flower in his hand. “This is for you.”
She couldn’t help but notice how the limousine that normally followed him around as if it were on a leash was not present. In fact, it seemed to be that the two of them would be completely alone together on this excursion to wherever it was they wanted to go.
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