o jump into the pits of hell, literally, during a satanic ritual because she’s the daughter of a demon and the chosen one to spread terror on earth so she killed herself to prevent it from happening?

I definitely felt some inspiration from Supernatural (the tv show) on this one so I added a few elements from there to shake things up a bit. I really hope you enjoy it and I’m sorry it took so long to get done!

Kuroko: His blue eyes flash brightly, wings sprouting in an instant and he tears across the grounds, arms outstretched to catch you. Demon daughter or not, you’re the woman he loves and he won’t let you sacrifice yourself. There has to be another way.

Aomine: Roars in fury as you fall, unloading his clips into the cult members as retribution for their part in driving you to this. Why did they want actual hell on earth when it was already bad enough?

Kise: Being an incubus, Kise was somewhat versed in the lore surrounding you but had always chalked it up to a fantasy told to little demon children at night. But now that he’s fallen in love with you, you’re more than just a power source for him. He jumps into the pit, intent on finding you and somehow bring you back to life.

Midorima: Races home to tear through his inventory. With the amount of lucky, unlucky, cursed, blessed and magic items he’s acquired, there HAS to something someone powerful enough to undo what’s been done wants and right now no price is too high to pay to get you back.

Murasakibara: Clenches his fists, ready to crush any and all who stand in his way. At the very least, he’ll find your body and give you a proper send off so no one can use your visage against him.

Akashi: As son of another head demon, he was well aware of the role you were to play. He’s disappointed you would choose this path rather than stay by his side and rule as was your destiny. No matter, there are ways of bringing you back.

Kagami: Rushes to the pit, his fellow hunters unable to hold him back except for Aomine, who latches onto his collar yelling that it’s too late and killing himself won’t bring you back. Kagami falls to his knees, the flames of hell dancing before him. Maybe he can make a deal?

Hyuga: He really shouldn’t be surprised at this point. Nothing and no one is ever what they seem in this line of work so why would he think this time would be different? Anger floods his chest to mix with the sadness as he wonders if you knew about this from the beginning.

Kiyoshi: Tears roll down his cheeks as he recalls the night before, your words of everlasting love echoing in his mind; so this was why. He crumples to the ground, chest heaving. Why did you have to be so noble?

Kasamatsu: Can’t keep from throwing up, expelling the contents of his stomach on the ground. Wiping his mouth, he stands again, determined to find a way to get you back, no matter who or what he needs to kill.

Takao: Starts laughing hysterically. That did not just happen! It’s an illusion, a nightmare, maybe someone slipped him something but there’s no way he just watched the love of his life fling herself into hell. Even weeks later, he denies it, insisting you’re on a long hunt and will be home “any day now”.

Wakamatsu: Loses his voice from screaming obscenities as he rushes the group of worshipers. Imayoshi has no time to stop him, watching with thin tight lips as his friend leaps after you.

Himuro: Walks slowly towards where he last saw you, eyes fixed on the crater you’ve leapt into. His face betrays none of the raging storm brewing within. He puts the ring around his neck on his finger, a purple light emitting from his body as it settles against his skin. He swore to Kagami never to use this again but desperate times…

Mayuzumi: Scoffs at your impulsive behavior. Apparently you’ve forgotten the extensive collection of research and lore rich books he has available at his fingertips. Another solution may have been had, but you just had to be a hero.

Mibuchi: Cries in anguish at his loss. He was sure he’d tied the ropes tight enough to keep you from getting here and doing this but you’d managed somehow anyway to put him and everyone else first. He doesn’t know if he hates or loves you for that.

Haizaki: He turns his gun formerly trained on the spectators to his own head. You were the one person in this whole damn world who loved him as he is; flawed and damaged beyond repair. What point is there in going on, now that you’re gone?

Kasa bby with letters o and p ? Please jade !!

Kasamatsu

O: Orgasm (Describe coming–who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)

Kasamatsu’s brow furrows, his frown lines deepening as he works to concentrate on holding back but it’s too late. He’s overwhelmed by the feelings (emotional and physical) that he’s experiencing and it all leads to him unloading well before he intends to.

He’s embarrassed, of course, eager to please but unsure how to do so because this is their first time. Well, it’s his first time, he’s not exactly sure of her because he’s always been too nervous to ask, feeling it was way too intrusive.

Which is ironic considering his dick, although softening, is still buried all the way to the hilt in her sweet warmth.

“Yukio.” Her voice calls him out of the darkness and he opens his eyes. She’s smiling, her hand reaching up to caress his face. “Did I…did it feel good?” she asks, a bit breathless.

He huffs, tilting his neck. “It felt amazing.” He leans up, capturing her lips in a deep kiss, murmuring against them, “You’re amazing.”

“So are you,” she reassures.

He tries to smile, tries to enjoy this moment for all it’s worth despite his embarrassment. “There’s other ways, you know,” she adds, fingers tracing over his shoulders.

“Show me,” he requests, holding her close, face buried in her neck to hide his blush. “Show me how to make you feel that good.”

P: Playlist (A playlist for getting down and dirty; will probably include a lap dance song, a song for making love, and a song that represents their sex life)

Lap Dance: Break the Ice, by Brittney Spears

Making Love: Beating Heart , by Ellie Goulding

Represents sex life: I Can Barely Say, by The Fray

Welcome back. I hope finals go well for you both! I wanted to ask for how GOM +Kagami, Imayoshi, Takao, Himuro, and Kasamatsu (sorry if there are too many) would react being caught under the mistletoe with their crush?

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No need to apologize for the amount of characters! We technically don’t have a character limit, but do know that the more you ask for, the more likely the answers will be on the shorter side!

Kuroko: Despite the little bit of color that is on his cheeks, Kuroko seems to be more confident than he’s letting on. It’s almost too easy for him to lean into you, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips. He didn’t miss; he just didn’t want to give you a full kiss in case you didn’t reciprocate his feelings.

Kagami: But he hasn’t even confessed to you yet! Kagami’s face almost matches his hair with how hard he is blushing and the words coming out of his mouth are garbled up to the point you have no idea if he’s speaking in Japanese, English, or Gibberish. You might not get a kiss if he continues for long.

Kise: It’s hard for Kise to hide the excitement on his face when he notices the mistletoe above the two of you. Trying his best to mask it, he tries to go for smooth and suave as he places a delicate finger under your chin. It’s almost too cheesy the way he tilts your face toward his so he can kiss you.

Kasamatsu: With how red his face is and how silent he was, you wouldn’t be surprised if Kasamatsu had turned into an actual tomato right before your eyes. He’s trying his best not to acknowledge the mistletoe while also glancing at it every two seconds. He definitely can’t be the one to make the first move.

Aomine: This is almost too perfect of a chance. Aomine practically traps you against the door frame, throwing one of his arms above your head as he leans in rather close from the get go. The look in his eyes says he’s hoping to turn a simple peck on the lips into something more.

Imayoshi: Knowing for a fact that you can see the mistletoe above your head, Imayoshi decides to play the role of the oblivious one. What does a mistletoe mean again? The smirk widens on his face as he watches you embarrassingly scramble to explain to him what he already knows.

Midorima: There’s a light dusting of color on his cheeks, but Midorima is mature enough to know he shouldn’t make pebbles into mountains. Despite you being his crush, he almost makes you think this is a business transaction with how formal he’s being, going so far as to ask for permission twice.

Takao: Was this crush of his supposed to be a secret? Because it obviously isn’t with the way Takao gives a little cheer when the two of you get caught under the mistletoe. He’s quick to give you a peck on the cheek and it absolutely makes his heart to somersaults when you pout at not getting anything more.

Murasakibara: The kiss tastes of sugar; of course, that’s because Murasakibara had been nibbling at some powdered cookies just before. The way you lick your lips afterward is almost too adorable and he has to stop himself from leaning down to give you another kiss.

Himuro: Making sure to let you know that the two of you could skip out on the tradition if it makes you uncomfortable, Himuro secretly hopes that you’ll be fine with him offering you a kiss. His heart starts beating faster when you lean in to give him one before he can finish asking.

Akashi: He’s not a stickler for tradition, but this is one thing that Akashi can’t pass up. The hand he has on your cheek is cold in comparison to your warming face. You glance up just in time to see a gentle smile before he’s leaning down to press his lips against yours.

So cute!!

First Time [Kasamatsu Yukio]

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Fun fact: This was Admin Neon’s first NSFW fic.

“Man, this sucks,” Kasamatsu sighed.

The day had turned out to
be a rather dull one for the Kaijou third year. Currently, he was cooped
up in his room, idly playing a random melody on his guitar as his steel
blue eyes watched the rain fall outside his window. The clouds, which
had come from the North, had been blocking out the sun for most of the
day, but had only started their onslaught of raindrops a few minutes
ago. Had it not been for the sudden downpour, Kasamatsu was sure he
would be outside with his basketball by now.

Glancing over at his
cellphone which he had left on the edge of his bedside table, he noted
that [Name] hadn’t texted him back in quite a while. They had been
messaging each other back and forth since they had awoken, talking about
the next time they could go out together. The sudden halt in their
conversation didn’t surprise Kasamatsu, however, because it was often
that his girlfriend would set her phone down while she did chores, only
to forget where she had placed it. He was getting used to the long
pauses between conversations.

Humming quietly to himself,
Kasamatsu set his guitar down next to his bed as he got up from his
lazing position, deciding that it was high time he got himself a drink.
Wandering through his hallways until he reached the kitchen, he noted
how quiet the house seemed to be. With both his parents being busy at
work, he had no one to have mindless chitchat with as the day sluggishly
crawled on. He went to grab a drink from the fridge, expecting to be
able to quietly go back to his room. The sound of the doorbell echoing
through his house dashed those expectations, however, and Kasamatsu
found himself mentally complaining about his sudden, unexpected guest as
he forgot about his thirst. Dragging his bare feet slightly as he
reached the front door, he swung it wide open, ready to berate whoever
it was visiting him.

“Hi, Yukio,” [Name] chirped as she stood in
front of him. Her hair and clothes were dripping, making it obvious that
she had been caught in the rain, but her smile still shined bright as
she looked up to her boyfriend.

“Idiot,” Kasamatsu reprimanded her
as he tugged her into his home and out of the rain. He watched as she
took off her sandals at his doorstep, her feet slightly muddy from
wearing the wrong kind of footwear in the current weather. “This is how
you got sick last time. Don’t you ever learn, stupid?”

Brushing
off Kasamatsu’s unintentional harsh words, [Name] ran a hand through her
hair and gave him a sheepish smile. “I wasn’t expecting the rain to
come down as soon as I left the station.”

“Why didn’t you call
me?” Kasamatsu asked, leading her down the hall towards the bathroom so
she could dry off. “I could’ve come to get you.”

“My phone died on
the way here,” [Name] answered honestly, showing him the lifeless
cellphone. She would have to borrow his charger before heading home so
her parents wouldn’t worry.

After handing her a fresh towel,
Kasamatsu quickly jogged over to his room and searched around for a
clean shirt and shorts. He wouldn’t make the same mistake as last time
and allow her to parade around in her damp clothes. When he had found a
decent pair, he went back to the bathroom where he had left the first
year girl and threw them at her. She caught them clumsily, not expecting
the articles of clothing to be flung in her direction. When she looked
at him in question while holding the clothes up, he could only look away
with a slight tinge of red on his cheeks.

“You should change out
of those dripping clothes so you don’t get sick again,” he answered her
unspoken question. “You can throw the wet ones in the dryer down the
hall afterwards.”

Nodding in thanks and telling him that she would
also take a quick, warm shower, [Name] closed the bathroom door with a
click. As she showered, Kasamatsu traveled back to his room and once
again lounged on his bed, back against the headboard as he picked up his
guitar to play the same random melody from before. He forced his mind
to go blank as he played, not wanting to think about the naked form of
his girlfriend now in his home. However, being a teenage boy with a
working libido, he couldn’t help but imagine the curvatures of her body
which were always hidden from view. His hand twitched as he thought
about skimming his digits over her skin, hearing his name murmured
through her lips. Heat found its way onto his face and into his groin
and Kasamatsu couldn’t help but let off a strangled groan as he tried to
shove inappropriate thought into the back of his mind.

“Yukio, these shorts are too big for me.”

The
sound of [Name]’s voice had caught him off guard for a moment and he
looked towards his doorway. She was standing in the threshold, the
shorts he had offered her in one hand as she held them up for him to
see. She was wearing his shirt now and, thankfully, the fabric was just
long enough to cover her intimate areas. It looked more like a mini
dress on her than it did a shirt.

Sitting upright in his bed,
Kasamatsu instructed her to simply toss the shorts into a pile on the
floor. After doing so, she walked over to join him in sitting on the
bed. Kasamatsu couldn’t keep the color from finding his face as he
noticed the shirt inch up her bare thighs as she sat. His heart skipped a
beat and his hands felt like they would start trembling any second. He
wanted to feel the warmth of her skin against his palms.

“What’re
you playing?” [Name] asked after a moment, hand gesturing to the guitar
still in Kasamatsu’s hold. His strangled response caused the girl to
laugh a bit in awkward confusion and she wondered if he had started
reverting back to his nervous ways. “Can you teach me?”

“S-s-sure,”
Kasamatsu answered, handing over his precious instrument carefully. As
he did, his hand accidently brushed up against her shirt covered breast
and Kasamatsu quickly retreated when he realized she wasn’t wearing a
bra. He started sputtering out apologies as he noticed [Name] go red as
well, covering her chest with her arms.

“I-It was wet t-too, so I
decided to throw it in the dryer,” she hastily explained. Setting the
guitar down onto the floor gently, she crawled further onto the bed and
slightly away from Kasamatsu, facing her back to him as she curled her
knees close to her chest. After a pregnant moment of silence, she dared
herself to take a peek at the flustered male. She was shocked to find
him staring right back at her, the embarrassed heat on his cheeks
contrasting with the wanton look in his eyes. “Y-Yukio?”

Slowly,
as to not scare her away, Kasamatsu neared the blushing girl, his eyes
locking onto her lips as he leaned in to give her a kiss. It had started
off gentle, a mere meeting between two pairs of lips, but when [Name]
took the initiative to kiss back they both soon found themselves in the
heat of the moment. Kasamatsu pushed on her shoulder, causing the girl
to lay flat on his bed with him hovering over her. Hastily, he pressed
another feverish kiss onto her lips, this one more needy as his hands
went to grasp gently at her hips. [Name]’s own hands, which had fallen
to her sides when she was pushed over, quickly found their way around
his neck as she hugged him closer to deepen the kiss. Pulling apart,
both teens panted as they stared at one another, eyes filled with want.

“[Name]…”
Kasamatsu hesitated, feeling his heart race as he realized what would
happen if they continued. He felt the heat in his groin intensify and
knew that, if she didn’t stop him now, there would be no stopping his
lust driven actions.

“Yukio,” [Name] groaned, one of her hands
releasing its hold on him as she ran it down the length of her own body
to calm the fire crawling under her skin. As she did this, Kasamatsu
watched as her body automatically reacted, hips arching and nipples
showing through the thin fabric of his shirt. She wanted it just as much
as he did. There was no going back.

Kasamatsu didn’t know if it
was the right move to remove her shirt now, but he didn’t care. Tossing
it to the side once the fabric was out of the way, he forcefully placed
his lips upon hers and reached one hand up to play with her breasts
before she could attempt to cover her naked torso. Their teeth knocked
against each other at the force of the kiss and [Name] couldn’t help but
hiss in pain a bit before submitted herself to her boyfriend’s heated
touch. Nibbling at his lips, [Name] felt an intense heat pool between
her legs. She rubbed her thighs together, trying desperately to relieve
herself of the feeling.

When Kasamatsu pulled away from the heated
kiss, his eyes locked onto [Name]’s face, watching as she conveyed her
own pleasurable need. He didn’t know where to go from here, his obvious
inexperience causing him to flush red as he wondered what to do.
Deciding to let his hormonal instincts take over, he ran a calloused
hand down her stomach, watching as she twitched a bit from the action.
By the time his touch had reached the edge of her panties, her eyes had
opened to look at him with a glazed expression. Gently, he tugged the
damp cloth away from her sex before allowing it to snap back in place.

“A-Ah,
Yukio,” [Name] whimpered, embarrassed at the noises she made. Her hands
reached down for his, desperately trying to get him to satisfy her
aching need. “P-please, don’t tease anymore.”

Nodding more to
himself than to her, Kasamatsu quickly removed her panties, exposing her
to the chilly air. [Name] shivered and wanted to cross her legs to keep
him from staring, but Kasamatsu kept one hand on either thigh, forcing
them open gently. One hand crawled forward along her skin, fingertips
brushing up against her folds and drawing out delicious moans from her
vocal chords. Kasamatsu groaned lowly as he felt his pants get tighter
around his groin, knowing full well that his girlfriend’s display was
turning him on. Slowly, curiously, he slipped a single finger into her.

“Y-Yukio!”
[Name] stuttered, covering her face with one hand as the other grasped
at his bed sheets. She trembled under his touch as he moved his finger
within her, slowly adding a second one after she had accommodated the
first. Closing her eyes at the pleasure she was feeling, she begged for a
release. She was left hanging, however, when he quickly pulled away.

“D-don’t look…” Kasamatsu mumbled as he shifted off the bed.

The
sound of a drawer opening and closing caught her attention and she
opened her eyes, peeking through her fingers just in time to see
Kasamatsu slip out of his clothes. He crawled back onto the bed,
settling himself between her legs before he paused in hesitation.
Between his fingers was a neat, foiled packet. A condom. Eyeing the
wrapped up latex, Kasamatsu flushed and thought about how embarrassing
it had been for him to buy this on his own. How was he supposed to
explain to his girlfriend that he had actually been waiting for this day
to happen?

As if reading his mind, [Name] sat up a bit and took
the foil wrapped condom from his hands, carefully tearing the package
open. “Y-You don’t have to tell me how you got it.” Placing the clear
latex against his now unclothed erection, she carefully rolled it down
his length, blushing as she heard him moan.

Laying back down on
the bed, [Name] couldn’t help but shake a bit in nervous excitement as
Kasamatsu hovered over her, his hips nestled between her thighs. She
could feel his erection twitching against her entrance. Looking him
directly in the eyes, [Name] brought her arms up once more to pull the
older teen into a kiss before allowing her eyes to flutter shut. Slowly,
she felt him press himself into her, groaning as he did so. The further
he went, the more wound up she felt as he filled her aching sex.
Pulling away from the kiss, she chose instead to bite her lip at the odd
sensation.

“Y-You okay?” Kasamatsu asked once he was buried in
deep. He had to force himself to stay still, not wanting to hurt her in
the slightest.

“Y-Yeah. F-Fine.” Her short, clipped answers only
worried him and he gave her a look that said he would stop if she wanted
to. “It’s just slightly u-uncomfortable. W-Weird feeling.”

After a
moment of being still, [Name] found herself begging Kasamatsu to move.
Following her wishes, he pulled out slowly, only to slide back into her
at a quicker pace than before then repeating the process. As she moaned
his name, begging him for more, his thrusts became quicker, more erratic
as his desperate need for a release dawned on him. He watched as [Name]
reached a hand down to where he was ramming himself into her, her
fingers finding her clit as she pleasured herself further. Her cries
became louder, coming more frequently as she tried to move her hips
against his and Kasamatsu could feel her inner muscles contract and
spasm against his aching organ.

“Yukio, I, a-ah,” [Name] barely
got out comprehensible words as her body reacted to his movements.
Suddenly, with a silent cry as her eyes screwed shut in intense
pleasure, [Name] felt her orgasm wash over her. She moaned out
Kasamatsu’s name as she finished, her release causing her mind to grow
fuzzy.

Feeling her tighten around him, Kasamatsu gasped at the
sudden intense pressure he was feeling. He thrust a few more times, his
body shaking as his long awaited release finally came. As he let the
pleasure of his orgasm overtake him, he placed his head close to
[Name]’s neck, kissing at her collarbone. Finally, he pulled away from
her, causing the younger girl to whimper at the emptiness she now felt.
Gently, he pulled off the used condom and tied it shut before tossing it
into the trash bin in his room. [Name] tugged on his arm and forced him
to lay next to her on the bed, humming as she contently pressed sweet
kisses to any part of his skin she could find.

“I love you,” she murmured, closing her eyes as she pressed her forehead to his.

Kasamatsu merely grunted in response and [Name] smiled at the answer. They both knew what he meant.

{EXTRA}

“Yukio, we’re home!”

The
sudden yell from his parents at the front door caused Kasamatsu to
curse as he found the energy in himself to run to his bedroom’s door,
slamming it closed. Both teens scrambled around the room, trying to find
appropriate clothing before his parents could ask any questions.

Awww, first time!

First Tears [Kasamatsu Yukio]

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[Name]
apologized as she jostled her way passed people that were leaving the
audience, cursing herself for not breaking free from the crowd once the
ending buzzer had sounded off. She had been too shocked, frozen to her
seat when the game had ended. The feeling of dread had washed over her
entire being as she read the scores over and over again. Kaijou had
lost—granted, it was a very close game, the scores going back and forth
between all four quarters, but the team had just run out of steam by the
time the end of the fourth quarter came around. Their opponents, a team
from a school [Name] had never heard of, just had more stamina than
those in Kaijou, ultimately earning them the victory.

Finally
making her way out of the crowd, [Name] ran for the area she knew the
locker rooms would be in. More specifically, she ran towards where she
knew Kaijou’s locker room would be. As she ran, she passed by a plethora
of athletes sporting different jerseys from all over the surrounding
geographical area. Many schools she couldn’t even recognize save for the
few she remembered considering when she entered high school. Most guys
she passed were sporting large grins as they talked about previous games
they played or those yet to come, excitement evident in their voices.
It reminded [Name] of how they all had been only a few days ago when the
competition began.

Bouncing in
her seat slightly, [Name] couldn’t keep the excited grin off her face
as she watched the rest of the Kaijou basketball team load onto the
rented bus. Beside her, Kasamatsu was staring at her behavior with a
confused, yet slightly annoyed expression. His eye twitched a bit as she
obliviously continued to bounce in place, unknowingly bothering
Kaijou’s captain. A complete minute passed and, once she showed no signs
of stopping on her own, Kasamatsu found he would have to take the
initiative. Grasping onto her smaller hand, he tugged on it slightly to
get her attention, effectively getting her to cease her movement.

“Oi, what are you so giddy about all of a sudden?”

“Isn’t
it obvious?” She asked, only to be answered with a blank look that told
her to continue. “This is the first time I’m going to see you play in
an actual game and not some practice one or friendly one brought on by
my friends at Seirin.” Lifting her free hand towards her face so it
could rest on her reddening cheeks, [Name] looked her boyfriend in the
eyes. Kasamatsu could practically see them sparkling. “I’ll finally be
able to see you in your official basketball jersey!”

Kasamatsu
sputtered a bit at her confession and immediately retreated his hand
from hers, lifting both of his in an attempt to cover up the blush
creeping onto his face. Behind him, he could hear the rest of his
teammates let out a string of laughter at their captain’s embarrassment.

“Hey,
what about me, [Name]cchi?” Kise asked, leaning his arm on the back of
her seat. “You’re excited to see me play too, right?”

[Name]
could only nod at the blonde boy before Kasamatsu roughly shoved Kise’s
face away from his girlfriend’s, not liking the proximity he was in.
Whining to himself about the rough behavior, Kise retreated into his own
seat, faux tears prickling at the corner of his eyes due to his
senior’s roughhousing.

“Enough laughter already,”
Kasamatsu announced to the bus once the last of the team had settled in.
Standing from his seat, he turned to face his teammates. [Name] could
only watch in awe as his leadership skills shined. “I don’t know about
you guys, but I’m ready to win this thing!”

The occupants
in the bus cheered as Kasamatsu went through his speech, everyone
grinning with determination in their eyes. When the bus had started
moving and Kasamatsu’s speech had ended, [Name] could practically feel
the team’s excitement rolling around in the air. As he sat next to her,
she couldn’t help but find her initial admiration for him had grown
stronger over the course of their relationship.

“I promise to cheer extra loud for you if you promise to play extra hard.”

Kasamatsu merely nodded, grin settled on his features.

Finally
making it to the hallway she knew Kaijou’s locker room was located in,
[Name] slowed her running pace to a speed walk. Five doors down and she
would be just outside the place the team would retire to after every
game. She held her breath in suspense when she noticed familiar blue
jackets that had already exited the locker room. All their faces
dejected, they looked towards the ground as they shuffled their way
towards the stairwell that would lead them to the audience seating. Now
that they couldn’t play anymore, they would have to spend their time
watching the rest of the games before going home.

“Oh, [Name]cchi.”

Kise
was the first to notice the young Seirin female, looking at her with
eyes that seemed to be fighting back a good amount of tears. His voice
had lost of all his usual pep and his leg muscles seemed to twitch at
every little movement he made. It came as a surprise to her that he was
still standing, seeing as he had probably played the hardest out of all
the Kaijou members.

Jogging the distance between herself and the
team, [Name] noticed her boyfriend’s lack of presence from amongst the
group. Noticing her worried glance, Moriyama pointed back towards the
locker room.

“He said he wanted to hang out in there for a while.”

Nodding
in thanks, [Name] made her way passed the rest of the team, a few of
them giving her reassuring pats on the back as they marched off towards
the audience bleachers. [Name] could hear her heart beating loudly in
her ears as she approached the door to the locker room, a hesitant hand
reaching up to knock on the wooden door.

“Damn it!” The outburst,
followed by a loud metallic sound, caused her to flinch, retreating her
hand from the door as if its mere presence had burned her. Trying again a
moment later, she immediately reached for the doorknob instead, turning
it and entering the room before anyone else’s prying eyes could see.

“Y-Yukio?”

He
was standing at the far end of the lockers, head cast towards the
ground and a fist up against a locker’s door. His arm was shaking due to
punching the cold metal in frustration and his jaw was clenched
tightly, eyes screwed shut in an attempt to not show any more emotion
than necessary. He had failed once again. He had failed his team, he had
failed his coach, and he had failed himself. Kasamatsu felt like a fool
for believing he could carry Kaijou to victory. Growling in
frustration, he lifted his fist to punch at the locker door once again,
the sting from the impact reverberating up his entire arm.

Worry
and panic washed over [Name] when she saw a few tear drops fall from his
face to the tiled floor below and she quickly made her way to his side,
removing his now bruised hand from its place against the lockers. Her
heart ached seeing him like this, but it hurt her more knowing that he
was trying to bottle up all his emotion. Not knowing what to do or say,
she merely stood to the side of him, finally wrapping her arms around
his waist once a moment of dead silence had passed. Kasamatsu stiffened
at the gesture, not wanting to seem weak in her embrace.

“I think
it’s stupid, you know?” She murmured after feeling him tense up. Her
voice was barely above a whisper, but in the quiet of the empty locker
room it spoke volumes. “It’s stupid how guys feel like they need to be
stronger by not showing any emotion. It’s okay, you know? To feel.”

“Y-yeah…”

[Name] tightened her grip on him as the first tears of many started cascading down his face.

{EXTRA}

Once
the tears had stopped coming from his eyes and his body stopped
shaking, Kasamatsu finally got a sense of his surroundings. His knuckles
hurt, his heart ached, there was a pressure on his abdomen from where
his girlfriend was holding him tightly, and his clothes felt a little
damper than they had previously. Pulling away from her embrace,
Kasamatsu held [Name] at an arm’s length to get a good look at her.

“Idiot,
why are you crying too?” He said, the usual bite in his insult gone. He
reached his hands up to her face, his thumbs rubbing at the tears that
had gathered in the corners of her eyes.

“I-I-I get s-sympathy
t-tears, okay?!” [Name] hiccupped, lightly slapping his hands away
before furiously rubbing at her eyes to rid herself of the embarrassing
waterworks. “S-so it’s y-your f-fault I’m c-crying, st-stupid.”

Oh poor Kasamatsu! So sad!!

First I Love You [Kasamatsu Yukio]

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[Name] sighed in
relief when she finally spotted the wide open doors of Kaijou’s gym
before her, jogging the rest of the way towards the entrance. Noting
that the massive crowd of females were no longer present, she came to
the conclusion that ordinary practice for the basketball club had ended
long ago, leaving only the regulars behind. However, once she had
approached the open doors to the gym, she noticed that neither the sound
of bouncing basketballs nor the sound of squeaking shoes reached her
ears. Looking inside, she noticed that the gym was completely empty.
Worried, she quickly took her phone out of her bag, reading the time on
the illuminated screen and sighing in self disappointment. She was
fifteen minutes late for the end of basketball practice.

Frowning
to herself, [Name] placed her phone back into her bag before wiping at
the sweat that had started to form at her brow. She cursed her teacher
for making her stay later than usual after class and she cursed herself
for missing the first bus that would take her to Kaijou. Idly walking in
the direction of Kaijou’s school gates, she wondered if Kasamatsu had
already left to go home.

“Hey, [Name]-san!”

The sudden call
of her name caused the first year to falter in her step. She turned to
look back towards the gym, noticing a few familiar people waving at her
as they walked in her direction.

“Oh, hello again Kobori-senpai,”
[Name] greeted as Kasamatsu’s teammates reached her. “It’s nice to see
you again. You too, Moriyama-senpai, Hayakawa-senpai, Kise-kun.” She
nodded to them all in greeting as she said their names, giving them all a
charming smile.

“[Name]cchi, why didn’t we see you during practice today?”

There
it was. That nickname again. [Name] scrunched her face in slight
confusion as she looked at the blonde, choosing to ignore his question
in favor for her own. “Why do you call me that?”

“Eh? You’re
Kasamatsu-senpai’s girlfriend now,” Kise answered, as if it were the
clearest reason to all her confusion. “Getting him to actually interact
with a girl is a pretty amazing feat in itself. You must’ve been pretty
persistent.”

[Name] wasn’t sure whether to take his answer as a
compliment or not. Deciding to brush it off as one of those quirks she
would never understand about the blonde, she answered his previous
question from before with a heavy sigh.

“I really wanted to watch
you all practice again, but I got held back to make up a math test I
missed.” [Name] scratched at the back of her head as she explained
herself, avoiding the guys’ eyes as she pouted to herself. Remembering
that she had specifically wanted to watch Kasamatsu practice again, she
looked around for said captain before asking. “Hey, where is Yukio
anyway?”

Kobori smiled, having noticed the way the young Seirin
student called Kaijou’s captain by his given name. “He’s discussing
things with Coach Takeuchi about our upcoming game.”

“You should come watch,” Moriyama added in. “The more pretty girls in the audience, the better I can play.”

“I
would love to come watch you all play,” [Name] said, ignoring
Moriyama’s usual flirtatious tone. Her smile widened as she thought
about finally seeing her boyfriend’s team in an official match.

“Come
on, [Name]cchi, let’s go wait for Kasamatsu-senpai at the front gates,”
Kise excitedly said, latching his arm into her own in order to easily
drag the female along. He smiled down at her, his eyes shining with a
mischievous glimmer. “We have some questions for you.”

“Questions?
Sure, what do you need to know?” [Name] asked, oblivious to the model’s
ulterior motives. As she was dragged along, she noticed that the other
team members kept up in pace, following behind the pair.

“How did you meet him before you two started dating?” Kise asked, getting straight to the point.

“H-huh?”
[Name] muttered, surprised by the question. “Well, we never really met
prior to me asking him out…” [Name] thought back to the day she had
first confessed to Kasamatsu, cringing at how awful it had been for the
both of them. “I just saw him playing basketball once in junior high and
thought he was cool. He’s even cooler now that I actually know him…”
She trailed off, smiling at the memory of a younger her watching a
younger Kasamatsu play. Comparing the memory to an image of herself now,
there wasn’t much of a difference. She still got pretty giddy whenever
he was able to make a basket and she would instantly melt when she saw
his determined smile.

“So you confessed to him first?” Moriyama
asked, butting into the conversation quickly before Kise could ask his
next question. Kise, who was just about to ask the same thing, gave a
pout as he looked at his senior.

“Yeah, I confessed first.”

“And
he rejected you.” Kobori stated casually more than asked. [Name] only
nodded in confirmation, not knowing quite why the guys would want this
information.

“I don’t know why he would reject such a cute girl,”
Moriyama sighed, shrugging his shoulders. “I know I would’ve said yes in
a heartbeat.”

“You would’ve said yes to anybody that asked,”
Kobori muttered under his breath, earning a glare from Moriyama and a
few laughs from [Name], Hayakawa, and Kise.

By now the small group
had made their way to the front gates of the school. They slowed their
pace to almost a crawl before coming to a stop near the school sign,
standing in front of the big blue letters that announced Kaijou’s
presence to the area around it. Kise had let go of [Name]’s arm as soon
as they made it to the front gate, choosing instead to waltz his way in
front of the girl so she couldn’t escape his form even if she wanted to.
The other three basketball players stood to the side, watching as Kise
continued his interrogation of the Seirin student. Every so often they
would put in their own opinions or ask their own questions.

“Hey,
if you liked him so much, why didn’t you come to Kaijou?” Kise asked. He
had finished asking her about her past and was now moving on to
questions about the present.

[Name] sighed a bit, wondering if
Kise’s onslaught of questions would ever end. “My dad got transferred to
a different office and my family moved homes so his commute wouldn’t be
too bad. Seirin was a lot closer to home than Kaijou, so it only made
sense. Besides, why would I follow someone who clearly rejected me?”

Kise
waggled his pointer finger, giving a small wink. “I’m the one asking
questions [Name]cchi.” Thinking to himself for a moment, Kise wrestled
with his mind a bit to see if there were any more questions he had for
[Name]. When none came to mind, he decided to just say what was on his
mind, hoping more questions would come from the conversation. “So when
you saw him again, you must’ve been really excited. Or nervous, I guess,
since he rejected you before… But then you confessed again!”

[Name]
felt herself flush in embarrassment at the memory of her second
confession. She had forgotten that Kise had been there for the event as
well. When the others started to ask Kise what had happened during the
second confession and Kise had started describing in detail, hand
motions and all, she had to stop herself from punching the blonde.
Kasamatsu’s violent tendencies were starting to rub off on her.

“I
thought you were asking me questions,” [Name] reminded them in order to
save herself from further embarrassment at the memory.

“Oh yeah,”
Kise said, telling the guys he would tell them the rest of the story
some other time. “So, how long have you guys been going out now?”

“Uh,
almost a month and a half now,” [Name] answered, thinking back to the
night Kasamatsu had asked her to make their relationship official.
Telling Kise to continue with his interrogation had been the wrong move
after all, seeing as [Name] was slowly starting to find it harder to
keep a blush from forming every time he asked her about her previous
dates.

“How many guys did you date before?”

“Three.”

“And how long did those last?”

“About two months at most.”

“How long do you want this relationship to last?”

“A-As
long as possible of course!” [Name] felt stupid for playing into Kise’s
game as he smiled at her answer in a mischievous way. Her cheeks
continued to redden and she placed her hands upon them in a desperate
attempt to hide the color.

“Oh,” Kise drawled out in a teasing tone. “So, you really like Kasamatsu-senpai, huh?”

“I-I
more than like him,” she declared easily despite her darkening cheeks.
Kise gave her yet another teasing smiling as he raised a single brow,
asking her to continue. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she croaked
out more words in a vain attempt to get Kise to end his questions. “What
more do you want me to say? That I love him? B-because I do.”

[Name]
had closed her eyes in order to obtain the courage to say those words,
but after realizing that she was met with only silence, she opened them
in order to assess the boys’ reaction. It confused her as to why they
were all grinning widely until a strangled cough from behind caught her
attention. Turning to look towards the noise, she was met with the sight
of a very red faced Kasamatsu. He had a hand to his cheeks and his eyes
were wide, darting back and forth between her and his teammates. [Name]
could feel her own face flare up with another heated blush as her eyes
met with Kasamatsu’s steel blue ones.

“See, Senpai,” Kise
exclaimed, cutting into the awkward atmosphere with his bubbly
personality, “There’s no need for you to worry! [Name]cchi really does
love you!”

Kise could only cry as he became the victim to countless kicks to the back.

{EXTRA}

Silently
holding hands, Kasamatsu and [Name] walked to the station where they
would part ways for the day. His teammates, who he had reprimanded
harshly for their teasing, had already left and were long forgotten. As
they walked, Kasamatsu couldn’t help but replay [Name]’s and Kise’s
words in his mind. It would be the last time he confessed to the blonde
about his relationship troubles ever again.

“I meant what I said,”
[Name] murmured, breaking Kasamatsu from his mental stupor. She wasn’t
looking at him, instead opting for gazing at the trees they passed by as
the red of her cheeks slowly crept back. “I-I really do love you,
Yukio.”

Kasamatsu faltered in his steps before coming to a halt,
causing his younger companion to stop as well. He opened and closed his
mouth a few times, incomprehensible syllables spluttering forth as he
tried to gather his thoughts. Finally, after a moment, he took a deep
breath.

“I-I love you too, [Name].”

So funny and cute!

First Photographs [Kasamatsu Yukio]

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Kasamatsu could
barely keep his eyes focused on the large movie screen displayed before
him, most of his focus going towards fighting the heated blush
threatening to devour his face. Though his upper body was as stiff as
stone, his lower body was shaking almost violently and he was quickly
becoming a vibrating mess in his seat. A shrill screech from the
overhead speakers resonated within the theater and Kasamatsu jumped in
his chair. Though, it wasn’t from the movie being played. No, he had
jumped because, at that exact moment, [Name] had decided to quickly grip
at his arm, pulling it towards her body in her own shaking fear.
Glancing over at her, Kasamatsu could see her wide, worried eyes
transfixed on the movie screen as if she were trapped in a spell. Her
lips were pressed in a thin line and her knuckles had started to turn
white from how hard she was gripping him. He could feel the edges of her
nails prodding at his skin through the sleeves of his team jacket.

“Please don’t go in there,” she weakly whispered to herself, urging the movie’s main actress to stay away.

Turning
his attention back to the movie screen, Kasamatsu tried hard to
remember why he had suggested a movie date in the first place. He had
overheard a few of his classmates talking about the newest horror film
out in theaters and couldn’t help but eavesdrop when they mentioned
taking their own girlfriends to the movie. Upon hearing how their girls
had been clinging to them the entire time, Kasamatsu decided that he
would give it a try. It’s not like he had any better ideas anyway. As
soon as basketball practice had ended that day, he promptly picked her
up from her home and walked with her to the theaters.

“Tch.”

Kasamatsu
gave off the small noise upon feeling [Name] lace her fingers with his
own in a desperate attempt to calm herself. The plan had worked
splendidly, yielding the exact results Kasamatsu had hoped for: his
girlfriend was definitely a quaking mess in need of his comfort.
However, the poor Kaijou captain had neglected to add his own nervous
habit into the mix when thinking about the plan. Now that it was
actually in action, Kasamatsu could do nothing but freeze whenever her
small hands brushed up against him. He had also become a quaking mess,
but it wasn’t due to the blood and gore that were artistically displayed
on the screen.

“K-Kasamatsu-kun,” [Name] whispered, turning in her seat so she could face him better.

Looking
down at her from the corner of his vision, Kasamatsu noticed how her
eyes danced back and forth between his face and the screen. He turned
his upper body as well, giving her his full attention. Shakily, [Name]
opened her mouth to speak, but just as she was about to talk the sound
of a motor revving up and an evil cackle boomed throughout the theater.
[Name] screamed instead, causing a chain reaction as multiple other
people in the audience screamed as well. Feeling an embarrassed flush
rise to her cheeks, [Name] hid her face in Kasamatsu’s shoulder and
squeezed her eyes shut. Kasamatsu stiffened at the contact. He hoped she
wouldn’t be able to hear his heart practically beating through his
ribcage.

He felt bad for dragging [Name] to this type of movie,
but he hadn’t known she would react this way. Feeling a blush worm its
way onto his face, he leaned a bit closer to her. “W-We can leave n-now…
If you want,” he whispered, his larger hand squeezing hers.

Receiving
a quick nod from the first year, Kasamatsu gathered up the drinks they
had purchased for the movie before standing from his seat. Luckily the
pair had decided to sit in the back of the theater, upon [Name]’s
request, closer to the doors. She had probably seen this sort of outcome
being the result of their movie date and didn’t want to bother the
other moviegoers when they would inevitably leave during the middle of
the show.

“Let’s go,” Kasamatsu grunted as he felt [Name] curl her arm around his.

Making
their way out of the dark room, Kasamatsu dumped their drinks into a
rubbish bin near the doorway before leading [Name] to the main lobby of
the theaters. The lobby was much more brightly illuminated than the room
they had just been in and Kasamatsu found himself squinting a bit as
they walked through it. There were still crowds of people in the movie
theater lobby, some of them hanging around and chatting about movies
they had just finished, others standing in line as they waited to order
their snacks, and even more standing idly around as they waited for
their own movie to start. Kasamatsu grimaced as he tried to make his way
through the crowd. Eventually, the mass of people had become so thick
that [Name] had to relinquish her hold on his arm and settle for
latching her hand to his, making it easier for them to weave through.

“A-Ah, Kasamatsu-kun, wait!”

[Name]
called out after her boyfriend when, at one point in their journey
towards the front door, their hands had separated to allow passing
children run by. Before she knew it, a small wave of people had taken
that break as their cue to walk in front of the girl, causing her to
lose sight of Kasamatsu altogether. Feeling a slight panic, [Name] tried
to walk around the crowd and see if she could find the older teen, but
she only ended up getting more lost within the sea of people. After a
minute, she decided to walk in a straight line. Eventually she would hit
a wall and she could work her way towards the exit where the two would
hopefully meet up.

“Whoa, so old school,” she breathed out once she had made her way passed the crowd and to the opposite wall.

Standing
before her was an old photo booth; the kind that only took black and
white pictures and would print them out four at a time. She found
herself fascinated by the slightly old piece of technology, its
weathered corners and vintage style intriguing her. The curtain that
separated the inside of the booth from the outside theater surrounding
it was a dingy red color, stained from years of use and torn at the
edges. Reaching a hand out, she felt the rough fabric between her
fingers and tugged on it slightly. It felt loose and [Name] was sure she
could tear the entire thing off with one strong tug.

“There you
are.” A sudden hand clapped down on her shoulder and [Name] had to fight
the urge to scream. Looking up at her sudden companion, she sighed
mentally in relief when she saw Kasamatsu standing before her with a
worried expression etched in his face. He jerked his head in the
opposite direction, eyes glancing between hers and the exit. “Come on,
the door’s this way.”

“Wait, can we do this first?”

“E-Eh?”
Kasamatsu looked at the old photo booth that stood tall behind [Name].
It had definitely seen some better days and looked like it was about
ready to shut down any minute. “R-Really? D-Do we have to?”

“Please?
Oh, please, please, please,” [Name] begged, clasping her hands together
in front of her face as a small grin broke out onto her features.
“Besides, you owe me for taking me to such a scary movie. I nearly died
in that theater. A few pictures isn’t going to hurt.”

Kasamatsu
frowned slightly, but nodded nonetheless, earning himself an excited
squeal as [Name] dragged him into the booth after her. It was quite
small in there and the third year felt the heat of a blush creep onto
his face as he was forced to stand extra close to the girl in order to
get within the cameras sights. After inserting money into the machine,
[Name] turned towards the taller male and poked him in the cheek.

“Make sure you smile, okay?”

Kasamatsu
nodded and the pair turned forward to face the camera. [Name] gave her
best grin, her smile going wide and reaching up to her eyes as she held
onto Kasamatsu’s arm. She leaned closer to him and he bent down a bit to
get closer to her, his own barely present smile on his face. His brows,
however, were furrowed in slight confusion and annoyance. He hoped this
ordeal would end quickly.

The machine clicked and a bright flash
blinded the couple for a second, leaving black and white spots in their
vision. It started counting down again and [Name] made quick work of
getting into another pose. Kasamatsu mentally sighed, staying in the
same position as before. Another click and another flash. They were
halfway done.

Suddenly, Kasamatsu could feel the front of his
basketball jacket being forcefully tugged downward. He followed suit,
not wanting his jacket to be damaged and barely registering another
flash of the camera as he stared at the mischievous grin plastered on
[Name]’s face.

“Last picture,” she said, tugging the tall male even closer.

Kasamatsu’s
eyes widened and his face and ears turned red as [Name] pulled him into
a kiss, her own eyes shut in merriment. As their lips locked, Kasamatsu
heard the shutter of a camera and saw the bright light of the flash go
off in the corner of his eye. The screen started to play a short
animation as it printed their pictures.

“You could at least kiss
me back,” [Name] mumbled against his lips before pulling away with a
cheeky grin. She poked his cheek once again before stooping low to pick
up the photos the machine had just deposited through a slot. There were
two sets, one for her and one for him. “Oh well, maybe next time.”

Giving
him his set of photos and pushing the still frozen in shock male out of
the booth, [Name] latched her hand into his and led him towards the
exit of the theaters. By now the crowd had thinned out significantly and
they both had an easier time walking passed the strangers. As they
walked and Kasamatsu recovered from his embarrassed daze, he couldn’t
help but notice that [Name] had begun fiddling with her cell phone.

“W-What are you doing?” He asked as he watched her remove the clear case from around her phone.

“I
want to put the photographs in my phone case,” she answered, placing
the photos face down in the case before snapping it back into place
against her phone. She showed it to him, grinning. “Now I can see you
even whenever I want to.”

Kasamatsu sputtered as he looked at the
embarrassing photos displayed proudly in her phone. He started to
complain, telling her how she could’ve chosen better pictures, but she
only responded by childishly sticking her tongue out. Red in the face,
he declared that he would steal her phone later and destroy the evidence
before anyone else could see it.

They both knew he wouldn’t dare.

{EXTRA}

“Eh?! Hey, [Name], is this you and bushy brows?!”

Said
girl paused her conversation with Kawahara midsentence as she looked
over to Kagami. The obnoxiously loud redhead had her cellphone in his
hands, pointing accusingly at the photos she had displayed in her case.

“What?
No way, [Name]-chan and Knee-Socks-senpai?” Koganei asked as he too
went to go look at the photographs on her phone. “Wow, I didn’t know
you’d display something so risqué on your phone, [Name]-chan.”

“H-Hey,
wait,” [Name] stuttered, blushing at the odd nicknames her friends were
giving her boyfriend. She was starting to regret visiting Seirin’s
basketball practice as the rest of boys and Riko cooed and wolf whistled
at the pictures. Her plan of embarrassing Kasamatsu with the pictures
had backfired and now she was the one slowly regretting ever stepping
foot in that booth. [Name] could only hang her head and cover her cheeks
in embarrassment at the treatment she now received.

Somewhere in Kaijou, Kasamatsu was sneezing.

So funny and cute!!

First Family Dinner [Kasamatsu Yukio]

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[Name] was sitting
in a chair at the station, watching as all sorts of people passed her by
and fidgeting with the hem of her dress. Subconsciously, she worried
about it being too short whenever the wind would cause it to flutter an
inch or two up her thigh and she would tug at the ends, trying
desperately to keep it down. Her mother had insisted on her wearing
tights underneath, but [Name] had quickly refused due to the heat of the
weather. Now she was regretting that decision.

Taking her phone
out of the purse she had resting on her hip, she checked the time before
opening up a game app. She had arrived at the station ten minutes
earlier than she should have, wanting to be on time for the special
occasion. She could only hope that Kasamatsu wanted to do the same.

They
had been sitting in the café where they had their first date, the
current one being their third lunch date. [Name] was rambling on about
her friends at school and the activities they were doing. Every so
often, Kasamatsu would grunt or reply to a comment he found interesting,
but for the most part he stayed silent, content with just listening as
he was left to his own thoughts. His cheeks had a very light tinge of
red to them and it was obvious that his mind was preoccupied with other
things, but [Name] merely brushed it off as his natural nervous
tendencies.

“H-hey,” he interrupted, steel blue eyes
meeting hers for a brief second before glancing away. Instead of idly
shaking, his hands played with the napkin on the table in front of him,
picking at it and tearing off pieces. “My parents were wondering… U-uh,
dinner. W-would you like to come over for d-dinner?”

[Name]
felt heat rise to her face and her eyes widened at the offer, staring
at him with slight shock. She opened her mouth, blurting out a few
incoherent words before she could get out a comprehensible sentence.

“D-dinner?
I mean, isn’t it a bit early? W-we’ve only been dating for a week
a-and, I mean, w-we’re not even official…” She trailed off, noticing how
Kasamatsu clenched his teeth at her words, like she was force feeding
him something bitter. Looking down towards her empty plate, the heat on
her cheeks intensified. “But… If you don’t mind, I guess we could. Have
dinner, I mean. Y-yeah, dinner with your family sounds nice.”

She
heard what she thought was a sigh of relief from her companion at the
table and, braving a glance, she found that he was staring at her with
determined eyes and a redder face.

“G-good. It’ll be next week Saturday then.”

Cursing
as she lost yet another life in her game, [Name] pressed the button to
restart from the checkpoint, hoping she could avoid her character’s
inevitable doom.

“H-hey, [Name]-san.”

[Name] looked up from
her phone, mentally cursing as she heard the sound of her character’s
death play through the small speaker. Walking towards her was Kasamatsu,
his hand up in a small greeting as he quickly closed the distance
between them. [Name] smiled and walked towards him after putting her
phone away to close the distance faster, lacing her hand with his once
they were close enough. In turn, this caused Kasamatsu to sputter at her
open display of affection, trying desperately to shake her off at first
before settling into the feeling of her smaller hand in his.

“W-we should get going,” Kasamatsu grunted as he led her in the direction of his house.

“Okay,” [Name] agreed, following his pace as they walked together.

The
walk to his house was a silent one, neither of them saying anything for
the most part of it. Every so often, Kasamatsu would cast a glance down
to [Name], memorizing the facial features she made as she thought about
the dinner to come. Her brows were furrowed slightly and her eyes
shined with a certain worry. Her lips, shinier than usual—was she
wearing makeup?—were placed in a slight pout and Kasamatsu couldn’t help
but think she looked cute in that moment. He cursed himself for
allowing his blush to reappear at the thought, his eyes quickly darting
away so he could calm himself down. He didn’t want to become a trembling
mess this early into the evening.

“I’m nervous.”

The sudden
confession caused both Kasamatsu and [Name] to stop in their tracks on
the sidewalk. Letting go of his hand and moving off to the side, [Name]
leaned against a wall nearby as she closed her eyes to take calming
breaths. It was at that moment Kasamatsu could notice the slight shaking
in her hands and the subtle waver in her voice. It was strange watching
her suffer through the nervous habits he would often be victim to. He
felt bad for thinking that he would be the only nervous one at this
dinner. Instinctively, his hand reached out to her own and he squeezed
it once, hoping to calm her down.

“What about?” He asked, forcing himself not to stutter as he tried to be a pillar of support.

“A
lot of things,” she admitted, opening her eyes to stare at the
sidewalk, “Do I look okay? Am I dressed okay? Will they like me? Will
they hate me? I really want tonight to go well. I really want it to
work, for us to work. I… I really like you…”

The last part of her
confession, though spoken quietly, resounded in Kasamatsu’s mind. He
felt the need to comfort her in her time of worry, but his inexperience
with these types of situations caused him to pull a blank on what to do.
After a silent moment, Kasamatsu found himself taking her face into his
shaking hands. Mustering up as much courage as humanely possible, he
looked her straight in the eyes before quickly bending down to place a
chaste kiss on her lips. It was clumsy and their teeth knocked together
slightly from the sudden impact, but when he pulled away he found that
it had the effect he was hoping for. Her eyes, which had been so worried
before, held no trace of that emotion as she looked at him in slight
shock and amazement, her cheeks flushing red at the surprise.

“They’ll
like you,” he said quietly as he dropped his hands from her face, going
to hold hers once more. “B-because I… like you.”

[Name] found
herself smiling as the pesky heat in her cheeks persisted on staying.
After another silent moment, the two resumed walking towards Kasamatsu’s
household, hands intertwined.

“What about my dress?” She asked after a beat, tugging at it with her free hand. “Is it decent for dinner?”

“Tch,”
Kasamatsu scoffed, avoiding looking at her, “It’s too damn short. Wear
something longer next time if you want to be decent.”

Truthfully, he just wanted to stop the ever increasing blush he got every time the wind lifted her dress.

{EXTRA}

After
a successful dinner with his family, [Name] waved a goodbye to them as
Kasamatsu walked her back to the station. The walk back was livelier
than their previous venture as [Name] commented on his family and the
conversations that had happened at dinner. Kasamatsu would reply every
so often, voicing his own opinion. Once they had arrived at the station,
all conversations about dinner had been exhausted and a comfortable
silence consumed the air around them.

“Hey…” Kasamatsu started after a minute, looking away from [Name]. “I-I was wondering… D-do you want to make it o-official?”

“Huh? What do you mean Kasamatsu-senpai?”

Collecting his resolve, Kasamatsu closed his eyes to avoid an emotional meltdown. “[Name]-san, please be my girlfriend!”

His only response was a happy giggle and a sweet kiss to the lips.

He’s too cute!!

First Kiss [Kasamatsu Yukio]

imagine-knb:

Sprint forward, fake
to the left, then bolt to the right, finishing it all off with a mad
dash for the net before creating the perfect arch between the ball and
its destination. In theory, [Name] thought it would have been simple to
mimic the things she had seen many of her friends do on the basketball
court. In practice, however, it only proved to be much more difficult.

“A-ah,
sorry!” [Name] stuttered out an apology as she missed the net
completely, the ball landing just in front of it before bouncing away
and off the courts. Running after it, she rattled off a string of
excuses. After retrieving the basketball from its nesting spot in the
grass beside the outside court, she brought it back to the three point
line, dribbling clumsily. “I thought I could get it that time…”

Kasamatsu
mentally groaned as he watched [Name] bring the ball back to where he
was trying to teach her how to shoot. They had been going at it for
nearly an hour now and she had made little to no progress. Honestly, he
believed she showed no signs of ever getting better at his beloved
sport. He was starting to think she had no athletic talent whatsoever.

“Maybe
we should try getting closer to the net,” he suggested, grunting as he
caught the ball after she sloppily passed it to him.

The pair
walked closer to the basketball hoop, stopping once they were only a few
feet away from it. Kasamatsu hoped she would at least be able to make a
basket from where they stood now. Bouncing the ball a few times where
he stood, he went into a small rant as he tried to explain what she
should be doing and how she should do it. His arms brought that
basketball up as if he were about to shoot it, showing her the motions
she should try to follow. The entire time, his steel blue eyes were
focused on the net, not once wavering from it.

“You didn’t put enough force into that last attempt, so maybe being closer to the net will be better for you…”

As
he spoke, [Name] found herself staring at him in admiration. His
determination towards the sport had been what initially attracted her to
him, but hearing him talk about it in person was a totally different
experience for the young first year. She could practically feel his love
for the game rolling off of him in waves as he tried his best to
explain it to her. As he spoke about it, his face would often form a
grin and he would clench his fists in excitement, the muscles in his
arms tensing along with it. [Name] couldn’t help but admire what she
deemed to be the perfect physique of the older male, her mind traveling
to places not safe to mention in public.

“Hey, Kasamatsu-senpai,” [Name] murmured, interrupting his instruction.

Kasamatsu
paused midsentence when [Name] interrupted him, facing her with an
expression that said he was all seriousness. Why had she interrupted
him? The only plausible answer he could think of was that maybe she was
getting bored of learning to play. Kasamatsu hoped this wasn’t the
truth.

“You don’t stutter when you talk to me about basketball.”

Heat
found its way to his cheeks and Kasamatsu found himself choking on his
own saliva when he heard her words. “S-sh-shut up,” he huffed after he
took a moment to catch his breath. Throwing the basketball a bit harshly
in her direction, he watched as she caught it with a grunt, nearly
dropping it. “Have you even been paying attention to what I’ve been
saying?!”

“Not exactly,” [Name] admitted, bouncing the orange ball
in place a bit before taking aim towards the basket. “But all I really
need to do is aim and shoot, right? Shouldn’t be that hard.”

Kasamatsu
couldn’t bring it in himself to remind her that she had missed every
basket she aimed and shot for so far. Taking a calming breath in order
to sooth his still reddening cheeks, he watched as she missed yet
another basket. [Name] cursed under her breath as she was forced to
retrieve the ball yet again. As he watched her try over and over to make
a basket, Kasamatsu couldn’t help but think that what she had said was
sort of true. The day before, he had been a stuttering mess when
conversing with her, but as soon as [Name] asked him to teach her how to
shoot a basket, a newfound determination had sparked in his soul. He
found himself shaking less as they discussed a topic he was extremely
familiar and comfortable with. Suddenly, he could talk to her as if she
were one of his own first year teammates. Instead of being a pretty girl
that could make him into a fool, she had become a student he could
teach—albeit a pretty, female student, but a student nonetheless.

As
he thought, Kasamatsu’s eyes traveled along her body, watching her form
as she positioned herself to shoot. Muscles tensed slightly, eyebrows
furrowed above focused eyes, and a pink tongue poking out of the corner
of her lips. Every so often [Name] would replace her tongue with teeth
as she bit and chewed on her lips in concentration. Kasamatsu soon found
his mind wandering to less appropriate places as he continued to stare
at her and he found that pesky blush of his to be coming back with a
vengeance. He cursed himself, realizing that as soon as his mind left
the thought of basketball and wandered towards the thought of her, his
hands started to shake slightly again. In order to avoid another awkward
situation, Kasamatsu averted his eyes from her, nearly missing the
familiar swish of the basket as he did so.

“Oh. Oh!
Kasamatsu-senpai, I did it!” [Name] turned towards him with an excited
smile, pointing towards the basket as if she could show him an instant
replay. She hopped lightly in place, looking towards him for approval.

“Congratulations,” Kasamatsu grunted, nodding to her. He was actually pretty impressed. Maybe she could make progress after all.

“Congratulations? What, I don’t get a prize?” [Name] pouted.

“H-huh? W-What do you want?” Kasamatsu asked, baffled at what he could possibly give her as an award.

Thinking
for a moment, [Name] put a finger to her lips as she hummed in thought.
A few seconds passed before she made a sound that told him she had come
to a decision. Taking a few steps toward the taller male, she latched
her hands onto his bigger ones before looking at him. In turn, he tensed
up completely, his arms and legs ever so slowly starting to vibrate in
place as he became nervous. As their eyes met, Kasamatsu couldn’t help
but flush in embarrassment at the physical contact. It wasn’t until he
noticed her eyes flutter shut and her body shift to lean up towards him
that he truly realized what she had wanted. He found himself stuttering,
staring at her slightly puckered lips.

“Come on, Kasamatsu-senpai, no need to be shy,” [Name] mumbled, eyes still closed after he still hadn’t closed the distance.

Swallowing
the lump in his throat and ignoring his erratic heartbeat, Kasamatsu
leaned down towards her, refusing to close his eyes until he was sure he
wouldn’t miss completely. A few tense milliseconds later and his lips
finally landed upon hers. He allowed his own eyes to shut as he felt the
blush consume his entire face. Seconds later, they both retreated from
the simple first kiss, red adorning both their faces.

They hoped it would be the first of many.

{EXTRA}

“I-I-I
should w-walk you home n-now,” Kasamatsu stuttered as he escaped from
[Name]’s hold, reverting back to his awkward and nervous habit.

“Wait,
I want to try for one more basket!” [Name] ran to retrieve the
basketball before returning to her previous spot and shooting. Secretly,
she hoped another basket would earn her another kiss, but when neither
the sound of the net nor the sound of a ball bouncing reached their ears
after a moment, [Name] found herself looking towards the hoop. “O-oh… I
think it’s stuck up there.”

“Hey! That’s my favorite basketball!”

So cute!!

GABBY my bby! How are you doing? Can I get a Kasamatsu and Aomine scenario (separate) where their S/O is incredibly frustrated with everything to the point she wants to quit her job and stop being nice to people? (she’s reached her breaking point and doesn’t know what to do..) fluff ending would be preferable please? :D

baesketballers:

AOMINE

He watches as you sluggishly make way to your shared bedroom in your modest apartment, eyes wide when he sees you slump face-first on the soft surface of the sheets. He meant to offer you some popcorn with the bowl he has in hand—an NBA game is playing on TV—but he ditches the idea, placing the bowl on the nearest counter top before pacing to get to where you are.

“Welcome home,” he says warily as he observes you from the doorway. You look dead if not for your garbled, incorrigible response. He approaches you, sitting slowly on the bed next to you, a large palm on your shoulders. You are still carrying your backpack.

“Hey,” he calls out again, “you okay?”

“I want to sleep forever,” you murmur back, and that is when he knows it is more than just a bad day. He scoops you from behind by your underarms like someone would handle a kitten, easily lifting you up to a sitting position facing him. Deft hands help you get rid of your backpack, which ends up sliding down the bed and to the floor with a light thump. Warm arms wrap around you, and you realize that your face is buried against his chest—a position in which you feel complete protected.

He hears your light sobs and brings you impossibly closer as he gently strokes your hair, a behavior that juxtaposes his gruff self so strongly that your heart wrenches even more.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I’m tired,” you whisper, “so tired, Daiki, I just wish I could quit.”

He kisses the top of your head, making you want to sob into his chest all the more, but then he tips your head up to look him in the eyes before planting a soft kiss on your lips. You feel his breath against you, sending pleasant shivers down your spine, but the pain you have endured the whole day is not yet forgettable.

“I don’t want to go tomorrow,” you say defeatedly, “I don’t want to meet them ever again.”

And then he descends again, sapphire eyes seemingly glowing in the dark room before he closes his eyes as he kisses you again, this time with more passion.

“Don’t worry, babe, I’m going to make you forget about them,” you hear him say as the hand around your waist caresses the skin under your shirt, “and then I’ll call you in sick tomorrow so we can figure this out.” You gasp when he moves to nip at your neck instead—Aomine might not be so eloquent in sweet things, but his methods of distraction are as equally effective.

“Just relax for now. I’ll take care of you.”

KASAMATSU

The sound of your bag hitting the side of the couch is the first thing he hears after the slam of the front door, and seconds later he spots your figure rushing to the bathroom before he hears another slam and a click. His previously relaxed temperament turns into that of murky worry and anxiety, but he has a clue as to what is making you so upset.

With a slight frown on his face—it hurts him to see you like this—he approaches the bathroom door, trying to detect sounds of anything going on beyond the slab of wood, but upon hearing none, he knocks slowly.

You hear him call out your name, his voice gentle and slightly muffled from outside the bathroom, and you lift your head only to see your horrible reflection in the mirror. Your hair a mess, your face… well, you have looked better, but the day took a toll on you, and it seems like it is not just mentally. You sigh, washing your face as quick as possible before stepping out. You hate worrying him, but you cannot take back that dramatic entrance you executed a minute ago—there is no way you can pretend it is nothing now.

Maybe you can lie that you really wanted to pee.

No, you shake your head in disdain. There is no escaping him.

“Hey,” you meekly call out once you open the door, slightly embarrassed at your outburst and what you did with the entrance door. He cups your cheek with a hand, his thumb stroking you so gently that you feel the burden on your shoulders vaporize almost immediately.

“Hey,” he echoes, “what happened?”

You slowly close the distance between your bodies in a hug, one that he instantly reciprocates. With the reassurance of his hand on your back, you reply, “They’re horrible,” and then after a long sigh, “they’re all horrible.”

Kasamatsu ushers you towards the couch, where you are sat comfortably before you find yourself in his arms again.

“You don’t deserve this,” he quietly says, leaving loving strokes on your back to calm you down. “I think talking about it is only going to make you worse, though,” he continues, and you nod.

“I’ll fix you a drink and we can relax for a bit, okay? Don’t worry about tomorrow, I’ll let your boss know that you need some time off.” Your boyfriend pecks your temple before standing up to make his way to the kitchen, but you tug at his hand and he understands, trying not to let the smugness get to you at the sight of his blushing checks.

“I get it, I get it,” he murmurs, resorting to litter kisses against the skin of your neck, conveniently hiding his reddening face from you.

“I won’t leave you.”

Sweet supportive boys!