terriblesportsimagines:

Oh man, RIP other person… seriously, you gotta have balls to confess when other person is there, let alone these two!

Akashi Seijuro

It was like he wasn’t even there, and that’s what infuriated
him more than anything.  Akashi knew his
weaknesses well enough, knew that he was possessive, but had been told off by
you enough times to know better than to voice his feelings on the subject.  He’d mostly trained that part of himself
away, and he trusted you completely.
But this was too much.  This
brazen idiot was so blatantly trespassing on his territory-

He tried to hold himself back.  You’d scold him if he was too heavy handed, and ask why he didn’t
just let you deal with yourself.  But it
was hard.  The lowlife was touching you,
and it was all Akashi could do to hold himself back.  Everything in him screamed to make him lower his head.

Why the lowlife couldn’t see that you were so far above him as
to be laughable was a mystery.  How did
they even get the courage to talk to you, let alone while he was standing right
there?

You were not doing a good job at warning him away.  You were trying to be kind and polite,
trying to spare the scum’s feelings.
This just wouldn’t do.  Akashi
felt his patience snap as the scum reached out to pick up your hand.  His arm darted between you and snatched the
wrist trying to taint you, fingers curling around it and squeezing much harder
than necessary.

Akashi’s stare was icy and imperious as he followed his arm
and positioned himself between you and the lowlife.  “Do not touch what is not yours,” he stated, voice
blank, but frighteningly soft.  “You
could not even hope to be in the same universe as my ____.  Leave.
Now.”

The lowlife scrambled away, apologizing in a flurry of panic
and bows.  Akashi watched with a smirk
as they literally ran for their life.

“Seijuro.”

You were angry, but Akashi didn’t regret his actions.  “You weren’t handling it,” he said mildly,
turning towards you and smiling a little more genuinely.  “So I did.”

“There are so many things wrong with what just happened, I
don’t even know where to start,” you sighed in annoyance, glaring at your
boyfriend.  

Akashi leaned a bit and pressed a kiss to your cheek.  “A man must defend his loved ones, ____.”

“His territory, you mean,” you grumbled, but it was
impossible to stay made at him when he smiled like that.

Smirking, Akashi took you hand.  “That too.”

Hanamiya Makoto

Hanamiya couldn’t decide if this person was trying to make
him angry, or was just that stupid.  He
stared for a long time, watching the fool blush and stammer, and watching you
throw helpless looks in his direction.  

What did you want him to do?  He knew that you’d be against all of his ideas, most of which
included bodily harm to the moron currently trying to, clumsily, steal what was
his.  Of course he didn’t feel
threatened in the slightest, but it was annoying to have to watch and it was
making you uncomfortable.  Plus, the
very fact that they were ignoring him was grating.  Like the whole goddamn school didn’t know who you belonged to.

After the tenth pleading look, Hanamiya decided that you’d
just have to live with what he was going to do.  He’d tried to stay out of it, to stick to the morals you
preferred, but you’d made that impossible, begging him to save you from this
idiot.

His hand shot out and fisted in the idiot’s shirt and used
the hold to jerk them towards him.  He
slapped on his worst smile, and knew his eyes were like shards of broken glass
– if the idiot’s expression was any indication.  “Do you have a death wish?”
He drawled, tone deceptive.  

“N-No!” The idiot stuttered, clearly terrified.

“It sure looks like it,” Hanamiya continued, pulling them
even closer and narrowing his eyes.
“Just who do you think ____ belongs to?”

“Myself,” you mutter, but the slide of Hanamiya’s eyes made
you close your mouth quickly.

The idiot was obviously to scared to speak, since they just
stared at him with a dimwitted, terrified expression, swallowing heavily and
struggling to breathe, despite the fact that his hold on them was nowhere near
their throat.  “Come near ____ again,
and I will break both your legs, is that clear?”

The idiot nodded frantically, and Hanamiya scoffed,
releasing him so that they could run away with their tail between their
legs.  

You sighed, pouting at him a bit.  “Was it really necessary to threaten them?”

A dark eyebrow rose.
“You’re the one who asked.”

Most excellent!