title: what hurts the most? (your captain is here)
pairing: nothing imo, but it can be infered as kise/kasamatsu
ratings/warnings: general audiences
summary: Winter Cup for Kaijou ends on a bitter note, and as a captain, it’s Kasamatu’s job to look over his team – especially over their ace, Kise, who’s never known a loss like this before.
notes: for Kurobas Week 2017 day 3: defeat/”it really is frustrating” gentle reminder that this one isn’t betad all. classes started today and i got no sleep aha.
Kasamatsu sighs heavily, placing the washed and folded number
four jersey into Hayakawa’s locker; it’s really over. He doesn’t think he’ll
ever get the sound of the final buzzer of his last game as Kaijo’s captain out
of his mind and for all the wrong reasons.
They were supposed to win damn it!
His fist hits the harsh
metal of the locker, the angry strike reverberating through his nerves. He
bites back tears, unwilling to cry any more than he already has and flops onto
the bench. His eyes wander around, taking in the sight of a room filled with so
many memories. These walls have heard it all: encouragement, cursing, vows,
broken promises, laughter and cries of victory.
He gets up, striding into the gym, the feel of his street
clothes heavy on his body. The first and second years are there, running drills
and trying to keep up with their new captain’s rapid speech.
A bitter, incredulous laugh leaves his lips as he thinks
about what awaits him when he leaves this place for the last time. College
entrance exams, moving away if he gets in where he wants to, harder classes, speculation on whether he’ll have time for basketball, it’s all suddenly looming over him.
Three years sure went by fast and he knows he has too many
regrets for someone so young, the weight of defeat bearing down with renewed vigor
because there’s no more second chances, no more practice with this team to get
it just right, no more time.
Kasamatsu grunts to himself, “It really is frustrating,” before turning on his heel and walking
out of the gym doors.
So, even with all the requests I still have pending I simply
could not let this day go by without acknowledging that it is my fave boy’s
birthday! What better way to celebrate than a little happy birthday sexy time?
I hope you all enjoy and thank you again for being so patient with me while I
take the time I need to rest while also slowly working on your asks!
“Kise!” shouts Kasamatsu, throwing him a perfect pass. The
blonde ace catches it easily, dribbling around two defenders before jumping up
and sinking in yet another flawless dunk.
High fiving his captain he beams, “That was for your birthday,
senpai”
“Shut up and get back on defense!” snaps the brunette. As
Kise pouts, you snicker; he’s always so theatrical. Your eyes focus back on the
captain, heart skipping a beat when he lifts his shirt to wipe sweat from his
brow revealing tight, toned abs. Unconsciously, you lick your lips, eager to
taste the salt of his skin, feel the strength of his sinew and muscles beneath
your fingers.
The scrimmage game ends unsurprisingly in Kaijo’s favor and
the throngs of students who gathered to watch begin to disperse save for
yourself and few others who are close to the team. As Kasamatsu downs a water
bottle in one go, he watches you make your way towards him, a soft but warm
smile on your face. He feels his heart racing and it has little to do with the
physical exertion he just displayed. Even after almost a year of dating you, he
still can’t get used to the idea that a girl, a very beautiful and sweet one at
that, is his girlfriend.
“Great game, Yukio-kun,” you praise, giving him a peck on
the cheek.
Before he can respond, Kise is throwing an arm around his
neck. “It was, wasn’t it, _____-cchi! It’s always so nice to see you it the
stands!”
Kasamatsu flashes a glare of irritation at the ace, elbowing
him just hard enough to get him to release. “Baka, get off me,” he snaps then
looks back at you to see you stifling a laugh behind your hand.
Reaching into your purse, you pull out an envelope, handing
it to him with another kiss to his cheek. “I know you have things to take care
of today, but make sure you read that soon. I’ll see you later, k?”
He nods, a furious blush permanently staining his cheeks as
you saunter off. From beside him, he hears Kise comment, “Boy, senpai, you sure
hit the jackpot, wish I could find a girlfriend like her!”
Kasamatsu looks up at his kōhai’s face. “I thought you weren’t
interested in being tied down?” he asks heading towards the locker room for a
shower.
Kise scampers after him, shrugging his shoulders. “____-cchi
is special,” he says vaguely.
The captain stops, turning an almost murderous glare on the
blonde. “Don’t get any ideas, Kise.”
Kise shoots his hands up in defense, shaking his head from
side to side. “No, no, no, senpai! I would never
try anything with her.” He adds as they entered the room, “Besides, she’d kick
my ass harder than you if I did.”
Kasamatsu can’t stop the laugh that erupts at this
observation because he knows Kise is completely right.
Refreshed from his shower and changed back into street
clothes, Kasamatsu opens the envelope you left with him. Scanning the document
inside his eyes go wide, his entire body flushing hot with the realization of
just what you have in mind. His pulse is racing, a quiver shaking through him
with nerves and excitement.
“So senpai, what did _____-cchi give you?” Kise asks.
Kasamatsu doesn’t both replying, just takes off running in
the direction of where he knows you’re waiting for him. Kise looks after with a
confused look until he realizes the course his captain’s legs are taking him
and a small smile pulls at his lips; he really did hit the jackpot with you.
As Kasamatsu approaches the establishment, he feels his
heart pounding against the cage of his ribs. His eyes stray to the sign on the building,
a place he’s passed many times and fantasized about bringing you to but he’s
always been too nervous to make a move. Leave it to you to be the one to
initiate a rendezvous in a love hotel.
Walking to the front desk, he hands the receptionist the
paper as you instructed. She smiles pleasantly, handing him a key with a nice, “Have
a great evening and happy birthday.”
He blushes, stammering out a hurried thank you before taking
to the stairs; he has way too much energy to bother with the elevator. As he
arrives on the fifth floor, Kasamatsu pauses briefly in his steps to weigh what’s
about to happen in his heart. He’s been in love with you for a while, but never
has been able to get his voice to cough out the words. Tonight, he decides,
will be the night and it’s not just because he has an inkling of what you
intend to give him. It’s because if he keeps this in any longer, he’ll explode.
Reaching the door of the room, he swallows thickly, a
shaking hand inserting the key. Beyond the threshold lies, quite literally he’s
sure, the reality of his fantasies. Taking a deep breath, he rotates his wrist,
the click of the bolt sounding like a gunshot making him jump. As he pushes the
door open, his mouth goes completely dry.
There you are, surrounded by soft glowing light emitted from
clusters of candles strategically placed about the room. It’s warm inside but
not too hot though he feels quite flushed just from the sight of you alone.
Midnight black lace covers your body, the bodice of your lingerie pushing your
breasts up enticingly, your crossed legs encased in sheer stockings attached to
a tightly fit garter belt.
A slow, sultry smile upon lips stained with red greets him. Meeting
his eyes, you crook your finger in a come hither motion and Yukio feels his
feet move on autopilot. He could walk over hot coals and not feel them, so mesmerized
is he by your appearance. As he reaches you, you stand up, face closer to his
thanks to the assistance of your high heels. Leaning forward, you kiss him,
softly at first but with growing hunger. His hands remain at his side, fists
clenched and arms taut.
Pulling back, your breath ghosts across his face as you say,
“You can touch me, Yukio-kun.”
Trembling limbs raise up, palms settling against your bare
shoulders. Yukio sighs into your mouth, tightening his grip as you wrap your
arms around his waist to pull him flush to your body. He nips your bottom lip earning
a gasp of surprise. He releases you, flustering, “I’m sorry! I-“ but your lips
are already back on his, open to invite him to taste you. He adheres to the
call, hands diving into your hair to grip you firmly as his ability to control
himself slowly unravels.
Your hands lift the edge of his shirt, breaking the kiss as his
arms rise and you pull it up and over his head. The feel of your touch against
his heated skin makes him tremble with anticipation. As you unfasten the button
of his jeans, Kasamatsu’s feels his heart rate jump violently.
“Relax, Yukio,” you instruct, pulling down his pants and
boxers in one go. The look of him fully exposed, a red hue to his skin, makes
you shiver with delight; he’s even more perfect than you imagined. “You’re so
sexy,” you purr.
Whirling around, you push him gently to the bed and he lands
with a soft thud against the covers. As you crawl over him, he hisses at the
feel of the lace on your outfit shifting gently over his skin. Hot, wet kisses descend
on his chest and he kicks his head back. His whole body shakes, nerves starting
to get the better of him despite the screaming desire he holds in his heart for
you. Feeling his tension, you pull up slightly, concern lacing your tone as you
ask, “Do you want to stop?”
“N…no,” he affirms, “I..I’m just-“
“Shhhh,” you say placing a finger over his lips. “I know,
just lay back and enjoy this.”
Kasamatsu closes his eyes, biting his bottom lip in effort
to gain a semblance of control. He’s wound up, unsure he’ll have what it takes
to return what you’re giving to him. As if reading his thoughts, you murmur
against his neck, “Don’t worry about me, Yukio, this is all about making you
feel good.” You slide back down his body and he can’t stop the low moan that
pulls from his throat. Seeing he’s already worked up enough as it is, you
decide to give him his special treat sooner than later; you want him to actually
enjoy this rather than writhe around like a tortured soul.
You can always tease him later.
Yukio glances down at you, watching as your mouth descends
lower and lower, target the apex of his thighs and wonders not for the first time
in the span of five minutes where you get your confidence. To his knowledge,
you’ve never done anything like this before either. But then again, you’ve
never talked about it because he’s never asked. Further consideration of your sexual
prowess and where it comes from catapults out of his mind as you close your
lips around the head of his erection, pushing down to take him further in.
His hips buck up automatically, prompting you to place both
hands against the join of them to hold him steady.
A deep, raspy call of your name has you smirking around his
length, tongue swirling around before teasing the tip once more. Yukio grunts,
hands fisting the sheets until he’s white-knuckled.
“Where did you learn how to do this?” he gasps.
He curses his brain’s inability to work properly, the blood elsewhere
at the moment but rather than be offended you chuckle, the vibrations of your
mirth crawling up his length and out to every nerve ending in his body. You
ignore his inquiry for the moment, opting to distract him from unnecessary
considerations other than what you’re doing to him right now. Your hands rub
his thighs, a deep moan of appreciation sounding in reaction to the multiple
points of stimulation. A choked gasp catches in his throat as you trail your
nails over his sack, his back arching impressively high. You watch his stomach muscles
contract, beads of sweat rolling into the crevices of his hip joints creating a
musky scent that is purely Kasamatsu.
Releasing his member, you trail your tongue to catch the
salt found in those valleys, Yukio canting his hips in search of your absent
heat.
Kasamatsu opens his eyes when he feels your weight shift
from the bed to over his own body, mouth watering at the vision you make straddling
his hips with your lingerie still on. You grab his hand, placing it flush
against your aching core and moan, “Do you feel how wet you make me Yukio?”
“Oh god,” he drawls, the simple words thick as molasses.
You hum in appreciation, pushing aside the center of your panties
to take him in all the way to the hilt. He curses and grasps your thighs
roughly, fingers indenting the soft supple flesh. A breathy sigh escapes your
mouth, head casting back in rapture at the feel of finally having him encased
in your heat. Slowly you rise, drawing a labored breath from his lips before
sinking back down to earn a hoarse cry of pleasure.
His eyes lock with yours, an inferno of passion and longing
burning within his irises as he whispers, “I love you, ______.”
His confession cascades over you like flood waters and you
sink further into the powerful sea that is Kasamatsu Yukio.
“I love you too, Yukio.” Your voice is soft but the
sentiments are assured and Kasamatsu’s heart sings with the knowledge of his
affections being returned.
You rise and fall again, a little bit quicker, a little
harder, riding him like you’ve been longing to for so long. “Unh, I love the
way you feel in me, captain,” you
assert. Suddenly, your world is turned sideways, Yukio rotating quickly to take
top position, the unexpected motion causing you to squeak in surprise. When
your wide eyes meet his gaze, you shudder at the intensity boring out of his
blue orbs. Much as he enjoys your dominance, you calling him captain awakened something
primal within the depths of his soul.
Gone is the nervous Yukio, the unsure, slightly flustered
boy you fell for and in his place is a hungry lion.
His mouth covers yours roughly, tongue licking the underside
of your bottom lip before he tugs it between his teeth and sucks, eliciting the
sensation of lightning coursing through your veins. He releases quickly in
favor of trailing hot, wet open mouth kisses down the column of your throat to
the top of your breasts which is laves over, painting shapes against your flesh
with his slick muscle.
You arch further into him, chest pressing hard against his
and when you feel one hand finally cup your breast gently a soft sigh of
pleasure rushes past your lips. His fingers move to the zipper of your top,
pulling down in one quick motion to
reveal more of your sumptuous skin. When it falls away completely, he leans up
to look at you and you feel his length twitch from within your body.
“Yukio,” you whisper, fingers grazing over the rippling
muscles of his abdomen. Kasamatsu leans his head down, breath tickling the sensitive
skin of your breasts. He opens his mouth, sucking in a pert nipple, teeth grazing
against it making you writhe.
A keening whimper rushes from your mouth, praises of his
abilities falling from your lips like life giving water and it does much to
boost his ego. Yukio knows he will never get enough of this feeling. It’s
better than anything he’s ever experienced in his life.
Kasamatsu is taking his dominant role seriously. He pulls
out of you, drawing a protested whimper from your mouth but he hushes your
complaints with a firm kiss. Moving down your body, shoulders and biceps
flexing against the weight they hold, he descends his face between your thighs.
His cheeks are burning in reaction to what he’s about to do but there’s no way
he’s stopping now. He’s practiced a thousand times in his mind and now is the
time to put it to good use.
He tears away your panties making you hitch your breath, eyes
drinking in the vision of you spread before him like a feast making his mouth
water in anticipation. He’s heard other guys talk about going down on their
girlfriends and always wondered what it would be like. Now, he has the honored
opportunity to join the ranks of the experienced. A tentative flick of his
tongue against one fold makes your body jump. He goes for a little more, lips
sucking in one side of you and you released a breathy sigh of his name.
Growing bolder, he opens his mouth wide, licking you from
base to clit with the flat of his tongue.
“Oh Yukio,” you rasp, voice thickly laced with lust. He feels
your fingers grip his hair, hips bucking up seeking more attention, more
friction, just more. A deep inhale of
your scent makes his head swim and he decides to stop being hesitant and just
go for it. Strong hands push your thighs
wider allowing him better access to your heated center. Yukio seals his mouth
over your luscious nether lips, sucking firmly as he tongues your clit. He
wants to make you feel good, wants to show you how much you mean to him.
“Yukio! I…I’m supposed to…be giving you a present,” you pant, lifting your head to seek his eyes.
He glances up, the sight of him buried between the apex of
your thighs sending a new wave of heat rolling over your skin. He releases,
voice low and guttural, “Be quiet, ______, I’m enjoying my birthday treat.”
Your head falls back, denting the pillow and you moan as he
returns to licking you every way he can, doing things with his tongue that you’d
only read about but never thought possible. It isn’t long before he has you
wailing.
“Yukio, please! Please!” you beg and he smirks against your
skin. He plays you up higher, thankful for the tips he bothered to read in
those men’s magazines he found in Kise’s locker; seems they were good for something
other than offering work out tips.
He feels your body tensing and his dick is so hard it hurts
but he won’t stop, he won’t stop until you’re a shaking, wet, orally fucked
mess. His wish is granted seconds later as a loud, long cry of his name erupts
from what sounds like the very center of your soul. He releases you, leaning
back on his knees to observe the torrid mess he’s made of you as he wipes his
mouth on the back of his hand.
“Wow,” you gasp, voice rough.
But Yukio isn’t done, not by a long shot. His body covers
yours once more, the heat and sweat of both your flesh mingling. He voice is
deep and powerful as he announces, “I’m going to fuck you now.”
A low deep rumble of appreciation cascades on your ears when
he thrusts into you once more and the sounds Yukio is making cause your heart
to flutter, a deep burn erupting in your belly. You wrap your arms around his
neck, pulling him into a fiery kiss that adds to the flames of your passion.
You feel like you’re in an inferno hot enough to burn away the edges of your
sanity but you love it. You knew sex with Yukio would be amazing, but you’d no
idea it would be like this. The melding of two hearts, beating in tandem
together as he pushes farther forward before drawing back. His motions are
slow, the effort to not release too soon great as he wants to keep this going
as long as he can. Rising up on your elbows, you plant sloppy open mouth kisses
along his throat, tongue feeling the rapid tap dance of his pulse. “We have all
night, don’t hold back…captain.”
Yukio wraps his hand into your hair, tugging hard to pull
your head back as he latches his teeth into your flesh. Your whole body
convulses, sending waves of pleasure shooting through his nervous system.
“Say it again,” he growls.
You smile into your words. “Seems you have a bit of a kink, captain,” you coo. Your suspicions are
confirmed when he thrusts forward hard.
The impact steals your breath, heart beating wildly as another thread of Yukio’s
control snaps under the weight of your seduction.
“Come on, show me what you’ve got. Really give it to me,
captain,” you command and Kasamatsu can’t hold back any longer.
His hands grab your wrists, flinging your arms above your
head. There’s a fire burning in his eyes as his gaze holds your own and he
drives forward hard again. You close your eyes, absorbing the feel of his dominance,
his strength, the euphoria of him overtaking all your senses. You feel like you’re
drowning and it’s worth the loss of yourself if you can have Yukio like this.
“Open your eyes, _______, I want to watch you fall apart for
me,” he orders.
You comply meeting his intense orbs and smile but it’s wiped
from your face the next instant when he drives even deeper. Your mouth falls
open, panting inhales and exhales as he thrusts. The sound of his hips slapping
against yours overtakes the room, but soon it is overshadowed by the cries from
your lips.
Yukio watches when rapt attention to every nuance of your
face as he fucks you, the feel of your body one he never wants to be without
again for as long as he lives. A shudder courses through you, eyes dilating
more and he can feel your inner walls clenching tighter.
“You’re close, I can tell,” he supplies, kissing you
roughly.
He kisses you until you can’t breathe. As you tear away from
his lips, you cry out, “Yukio!” and come hard around him, body shaking in the
throes of an orgasm so intense you’re sure you will pass out once it’s over.
Yukio groans loudly as he erupts deep within your body, the feel of you coupled
with the sound of your pleasure too much for him to resist, a perfect siren
song to draw him into release.
Sated, he collapses next to you on his back, chest heaving
up and down as he gulps down passes of air.
Rolling to your side, you caress his cheek once more and whisper,
“Happy birthday, Yukio.”
He casts you a sidelong glance, a genuine smile clear on his
face. “It certainly is, _____.”
This is a great song! I love the Final Fantasy series and of
course am a huge fan of its music. I really hope this hits the mark for what
you wanted. Thank you for requesting Kasamatsu, he is one of my absolute
favorite characters!
As you take the stage, your eyes roam over the room taking in
the sight of customers sat comfortably in arm chairs or at tables, conversation
murmured as drinks are consumed. Smoke curls up from hand rolled cigarettes and
long stem pipes, the smell of tobacco thick but not unpleasantly so. But
despite the warm familiarity of this place, you’ve begun to feel restless, like
there’s something more you’re supposed to be doing with your life. And so,
tonight will be your last performance, though no one knows that but you.
My last night here for
you
Same old songs, just
once more
My last night here
with you?
Maybe yes, maybe no
The music begins and you take a deep breath, noting heads
turning their attention to you as you begin to sing but your eyes don’t really
see them, wandering to a man who has been coming here for a little time. He
sits cast in shadow but even without his crest and uniform, you know he’s the
same one though his garb is different now. Normally he’d be cladded in blue and
white splendor, a captain’s crest at the shoulder clasp of his cape. But tonight,
he’s opted for darker shades, greys and black settling against him to blend him
into the back ground or at least that’s his attempt. But he’s caught your attention
on more than one occasion and you can’t keep your eyes from his form. There’s
something about him that draws you in.
He barely ever looks at you, casting glances every so often
you think but it’s hard to tell when his face is shrouded in the dark. A drink
is usually with him, small and light but it acts as his place holder, a reason
for him to sit as long as he likes without distraction or input from those
around him. Previously to this evening, he’s been flanked by members of the
royal guard but tonight he’s come alone.
I saw you smiling at
me
Was it real, or just
my fantasy?
You’d always be there
in the corner
Of this tiny little
bar
Your song continues on, your mouth and vocal chords acting
on auto pilot and you’re trying to focus on the whole room but your eyes
continually flick to his position. He hasn’t moved, just stares at his glass in
deep contemplation. The lighting of a lamp above his head casts a sudden light
upon his countenance and you have to stop yourself from gasping; there’s
something about the expression on his face that pulls your heart strings
violently.
Darling, so there you
are
With that look on your
face
As if you’re never
hurt
As if you’re never
down
Shall I be the one for
you
Who pinches you softly
but sure?
If frown is shown,
then
I will know that you
are no dreamer
An unexpected pain shoots through you and you have to
stop yourself from walking over in the middle of your performance. Suddenly the
words aren’t coming easy and you have to work hard to finish what you’ve
started. At your faltered, a little off note that you quickly recover, you see
his head finally lift and his eyes set on you. It’s the longest he’s looked at
you, but now you’re too shy to return the gaze, embarrassed that it’s your
mistake which has drawn his full attention.
I kind of liked it
your way
How you shyly placed
your eyes on me
Did you ever know
That I had mine on
you?
You look away, smiling brightly though the melody of your
song is melancholy.
When it ends, you take your bow quickly, shooting back up
only to catch a glimpse of him exiting through the side door. With hurried
movements, you hustle after him, the need to speak to him too strong to ignore
any more.
Bursting out the door, you see him just about to mount his
steed and call out, “Wait, please wait!”
He starts, turning his attention to you even as his boot
remains set in the stirrup. Slowly he places it down, but maintains a hold on
the reigns of his beautiful white horse.
“Yes, may I help you?” he asks. His voice is rough and deep
but somehow soothing to your ears.
“Please, may I know your name?” you inquire.
His eyes widen, a faint flush overtaking his hue
unexpectedly but he clears his throat and replies, “Yukio Kasamatsu.”
“You…you’re the captain of the royal guard, are you not?”
you breathe.
His body stiffens, eyes closing as if in momentary pain but
he rallies quickly, setting his face back to its grim expression so quickly
you begin to wonder if you imagined his reaction. Brusquely he says, “Former, m’lady.”
The pain in your heart returns, deep and tragic and you
blush as the impulse to hold him floods your person. Despite his impassivity,
you feel waves of pain and frustration rolling from him increasing your want to
drive it away but you don’t know how to. You don’t even know him and yet you’re
here, standing outside in the middle of the night wanting nothing more than to
throw your arms around him.
You settle for stepping nearer. His body is still wound
tight and if you did not know any better you would say he may even be wary of
you. The placement of your hand on his makes him flinch but as you close your
fingers more firmly he does not withdraw.
“Why?” One word, but so bold. This is none of your business!
What happened to the filter between your brain and your mouth?
He swallows once, eyes burning into yours and you feel your
face heating up under the power of his scrutiny. “Because there’s something I
need to do.”
You clench tighter, moving closer to place your other hand against
his chest. Despite his warmth you feel him tremble, the beating of his heart somewhat
erratic and you don’t know if it’s from you or from the knowledge of what’s
lying before him on his journey.
So let me come to you
Close as I want to be
Close enough for me
To feel your heart
beating fast
And stay there as I
whisper
How I love your
peaceful eyes on me
Did you ever know
That I had mine on
you?
The next words tumble from your mouth with little care for
the implications or consequences. “Take me with you.”
Yukio’s eyes go wide and for the first time he allows
himself to touch you. The grip of his hand on your shoulder is strong and you doubt
he knows how firmly he’s squeezing but you endure the pain because until now
you’d not known the need of his touch. To lose it will mean more pain than what
you experience under the pressure of his hold.
“Why?”
“Because this is something I need to do,” you whisper, eyes
filling with tears for reasons you don’t understand.
Yukio stares hard at you. He knows this is a bad idea, you’ll
most likely only become a liability but he can’t tear away from your gaze. It’s
like you have him hypnotized and he wonders briefly if you may be a sorceress.
He makes a decision. “You’ll need to change, where I’m going
is no place for this refinery,” he intones, tugging briefly at the sleeve of
your dress.
A smile, genuine this time, splits your lips and you lean
forward impulsively kissing his cheek. Crimson floods his face but you’re
already turning away to prepare for departure. In little time you return, ensconced
in black pants, purple long sleeve shirt and proper riding boots, a bow and
arrow slung over your shoulder and quiver upon your back.
Yukio’s face betrays his surprise at your appearance.
Darling, so share with
me
Your love if you have
enough
Your tears if you’re
holding back
Or pain if that’s what
it is
How can I let you know
I’m more than the
dress and the voice
Just reach me out,
then
You will know that you
are not dreaming
“What, did you think all I could do is sing?” you ask
cheekily and he chuckles.
“Forgive my ignorance…” he trails off, and you supply, “F/N,
L/N, daughter of the town fletcher.”
In a quick motion, Yukio mounts his horse, hand coming down
to assist you to do as well. You take it, the flesh of his palm burning into
yours but the fire ignites something deep within your soul and you know; this
is who you’re meant to be with going to do what you’re meant to do, whatever
that may be.
Hello! I’m so honoured because I love your work and it was one of the reasons I started this blog ahah. I don’t think my writing is that good yet but I still hope you like it !!
In the past months (nearly a year) you had been dating Kasamatsu you had never met his family. He never really talked about them either. It wasn’t that he had a bad relationship with them, it’s just that it never came up. You knew he lived with his parents and older Sister but that was it. So, when he invited you to his sister’s going away party, you jumped at the chance to meet his whole family before she left for college.
Normally you never had a problem with meeting people. So why were you so nervous? “What if they don’t like me?” You’d ask Yukio, to which he always replied, “How could they not?”
When you came into his house you definitely did not expect to be engulfed in his mother’s embrace.
“Wow y/n-chan, you’re so pretty! Just like he said! Hey everyone look! Y/n-chan is here!” Before you know it you were surrounded by his family, with everyone asking questions.
“Oh my god please stop,” your Boyfriend blushed in embarrassment. You couldn’t help but feel elated by how nice everyone was towards you. “Is he forcing you to date him? Blink twice if you need help,” his Sister asked you, winking. “No, I love him,” you assured him, squeezing his hand.
The rest of the dinner went by smoothly, with his parents showing you his old baby pictures and telling you stories about when he was young. Who would have thought your Boyfriend had a hipster phase? By the time the night ended you had begun to feel like you were part of the family, and you made sure Yukio knew that. He too, was delighted at how well everyone got along that night, despite being embarrassed the whole time.
Ok this is just too cute! And I’m flattered that my work would inspire someone to start a blog! Just, wow! I think you’re doing good so far!
Thank you so much darling but ARGH, pick a favorite?! So, so
hard, honestly! I started watching through the anime again and it seems like
every time I do someone new is my favorite lol. For this, I’ll say…Kasamatsu,
because that captain is just amazing!
Furrowing his already pensive expression, Yukio stares at
the ingredients spread out on his counter. What in the world possessed him to
try to bake you a cake? Not only is this his confession but to top it off it’s
your birthday tomorrow so everything has to be perfect.
A knock at his door draws his attention and when he opens it
he groans.
“Hello senpai!” Kise says enthusiastically, barreling in
without an invitation.
“What the hell are you doing here, Kise?”
Kise blinks at him. “Why, I’m here to help you with the cake
for _____-chan!”
His captain flushes a dark red before roaring out “How do
you know anything about that?!”
The ace rolls his eyes as he grabs an apron off a hook. “I
saw you at the store buying supplies and put two and two together. I may be a
blonde but I’m not dumb, senpai!”
“That’s debatable,” mutters Yukio.
“So rude,” Kise pouts but continues to look over the
ingredients.
“What do you know about baking anyway?” Kasamatsu asks crossing
his arms.
Kise smirks. “I grew up with two sisters, senpai. Trust me,
I know what I’m doing.”
The brunette sighs, hand covering his eyes as he takes in
another breath. Looking up, he makes a decision. “Look Kise, it’s not that I don’t
appreciate you wanting to help-“
“Could have fooled me,” the blonde mumbles earning a smack
to the back of the head.
“Oi, don’t interrupt! Like I said, it’s not that I don’t appreciate
it, but if this is a gift from me, I’m gonna make it without anyone’s help.”
“But senpai-“
“I said no!” Kasamatsu shouts, then adds quietly, “Thank
you, but…no.”
Shrugging his shoulders, Kise unties the apron and hangs it
back up before heading to the door. “Ok then, I wish you good luck!” With that
he’s gone and Yukio is left wondering if he just made a big mistake but he
shakes away the doubt. He can do this, it can’t be that hard…right?
The next day Kise is bouncing around the front gate of the
school, eager to see the creation his captain came up with for you. He really is
rooting for him, knowing you’re the perfect girl for him and can only hope
today goes well. When he sees Kasamatsu approaching, he smiles widely, waving
and shouting a good morning.
Yukio’s face has his usual stoic countenance
firmly in place though the light dusting of pink on his cheeks is a bit of a giveaway
that he’s super nervous. Kise bounds up to him, exclaiming, “How did it go? Is
that the cake? What flavor did you make?”
He’s answered by a firm kick in the thigh. “Will you be
quiet?” hisses the captain.
“Sorry senpai, I’m just so excited for you!” Kise half
whispers.
With a sigh, Yukio keeps walking, the overeager ace
following in his wake. “I’m not gonna show you, if that’s what you’re waiting
for,” he says and Kise pouts. “I want her to be the first to see it.”
Kise whines a bit, but hastily apologizes before running to
his class when Kasamatsu gets ready to punch him again. He’s friends with you
so he’s sure you’ll show him later anyway but he can’t help feeling a tenseness
all day on behalf of his friend; will you accept and reciprocate his
affections?
When the final bell rings, Kise is running towards the exit,
needing to expel some of his energy but he stops dead in his tracks when he
sees you and Kasamatsu talking in the courtyard. From his vantage point, he can
see everything clearly and though he feels just a tiny bit bad about it he can’t
stop himself from watching the proceedings.
He sees Kasmatsu shifting from foot to foot, one hand
rubbing the back of his neck and he’s barely able to maintain eye contact with
you as he talks. Slowly he brings the box out from behind his back and Kise watches
your eyes widen a bit, a grateful smile on your face as you take it.
But before you can open it, Kasamatsu says something else
and then hurries off. Blinking, Kise runs downstairs, finding you where his
captain left you with the box still unopened in your hands.
“Hi, ____-chan, happy birthday!” he exclaims giving you a side
hug. Looking down, he feigns ignorance. “What do you have there?”
“Oh, it’s a present from Kasamatsu-san,” you reply looking
up at the tall blonde.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Open it!” Kise says with a
laugh.
Smiling a bit, you carefully pop the tape holding the lid
down off and lift it. Both you and Kise’s eyes go wide. Inside is a decidedly lumpy
cake. The frosting has run down the sides, smearing on the bottom and Kise
doesn’t know if that’s because Yukio put it on while the cake was still too
warm or if it’s just been ravaged by being carried around all day. His stomach
drops a bit, nerves on behalf of his captain flaring up and he tries to read
your face to see what you’re thinking.
A gasp from your lips makes him look at your eyes and he
follows your line of sight to the box once more.
Written on the underside of the lid is a note: Happy birthday ____-chan. I’m sorry this
doesn’t look like much but I’m hoping you’ll forgive the exterior in favor of
what’s inside; just like you do with me. I don’t know if you know but I like you
a lot and would be very honored if you would consider going out with me. I’ll
be at the Tea Leaf Lounge on Saturday at 1:00. If you accept, meet me there. If
not, well, I hope we can remain friends. – Yukio
Kise holds his breath; he’d really not intended to infringe
upon this moment but it’s too late now, he knows you know he saw the message.
Without a word, you put the box down on a nearby table,
grabbing a fork from your bento. Scooping a piece of the lumpy, soft cake you
take a bite. As the flavor hits your tongue, you widen your eyes; it’s actually really good, but you would have said
yes regardless.
“I didn’t expect to get a boyfriend for my birthday,” you
say softly and Kise has to stop himself from picking you up in a large hug.
He decides to skip practice, opting to incur his senpai’s
wrath instead of risking the ruin of your response. Plus, he figures he’ll be
forgiven because Kasamatsu will be so happy to finally have you as his girlfriend.
He’s wrong and is given extra laps but it’s worth it when he
rounds the corner and sees you standing with his captain, giving him a peck on
the cheek before leaving the gym. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Yukio that red but he’s also never seen him smile that
wide.
At first, I thought you meant that the
girlfriend leans in to smell the guys but then I think you meant that the
girlfriend smells like that soap because she used it, so I went with that. If I
was wrong please let me know! 😊
Akashi
When you step into the kitchen for
breakfast, Akashi is already seated reading the paper, his chef nodding a good
morning to you. Smiling softly, Akashi stands and pulls out a chair for you. As
you take your seat, he leans down to kiss your cheek but pauses before burying into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply.
“What are you doing Sei-kun?” you ask blushing
a bit at his open affection in front of his staff (though the man is currently focused
on the waffles).
Akashi exhales whispering in your ear, “It
seems our scents mingled together is quite the aphrodisiac for me. Make sure
you eat up, you’ll need your energy.”
Midorima
A dull knock at his door has Midorima frowning;
surely, it’s not you because you knock with what he can only call “spunk”. Upon opening
it, however, he discovers your mud-covered form standing on his porch.
“_____-chan, what on earth happened?”
You sigh, shifting from foot to foot. “I was
running to catch the bus and tripped into a mud puddle.” A flash of lightning
and crack of thunder rumble overhead.
“Did you forget your lucky item?”
Huffing you crossing your arms, nearly hitting
him with flung mud. “Is that really the thing to be focusing on right now Shin?”
He pushes up his glasses. “I suppose not, but
in the future please be more careful. Now, come in out of the rain and get cleaned
up.”
He ushers you to the bathroom, allowing you to
get in the shower while he puts your clothes in the wash. Since they are still
drying when you’re done with your shower, you wear his robe, towel drying your
hair as you sit on the bed. When he re-enters the room you stand, walking to
him and leaning up on tiptoes to kiss him.
“Thanks, Shin-kun,” you say but as you pull
away he grabs your shoulders, sniffing the top of your head.
“Did you use my shampoo?” he asks and you nod
causing him to blush.
“Is that a problem?” you ask timidly.
“N…no,” he stammers, unclear why the thought of
you smelling like him is bringing very inappropriate thoughts to his mind.
Kagami
“Wow, that was some work out,” you gasp, wiping
your brow.
Taiga grins down at you, slightly winded but
not gulping down oxygen like you. “Yeah, thanks for coming with,” he says
before taking a swig of water. Glancing at his kitchen he says, “Don’t know about
you, but I’m starving, want me to cook something?”
“Um, sure, but would you mind if I took a quick
shower? I stink!”
Taiga blushes a bit making you smile but nods. “Su…sure,
towels and stuff are in the bathroom. I’ll just get started on lunch.”
You shower quickly, opting to just use his soap
since you don’t have your stuff with you today.
Stepping out of the bathroom, a puff of steam
in your wake, you enter the living room to find it filled with the smell of
delicious cooking. Smiling to yourself you sit down on the couch, waiting until
Taiga is done.
“Babe, it’s ready,” he says and you stand to
join him at the breakfast bar. As you take a seat you flip your hair out of the
way, sending a plume of scent wafting towards Taiga. Looking up, you see him
staring at you, an odd look on his face.
“Taiga, what’s-“but you don’t get to finish your
sentence before his lips are on yours, kissing you fiercely.
When he pulls back, you both inhale and he says
huskily, “Forget lunch, I want to devour you.” You can’t say you mind too much.
Kasamatsu
Yukio has always had trouble with girls; he
just gets so nervous around them. So you decided to take matters into your own
hands and ask him out. After he came
to (and wanted to murder Kise for laughing at him) you’d made plans and went on
a date. That led to another and before long you found yourself girlfriend to
the captain of the basketball team.
Hence why, now at this moment, you are
practically suffering from heat stroke in the gym while these crazy boys run
drills during their summer training.
It’s so hot you feel like you’re melting into
the benches. Glancing at the guys you can’t believe they haven’t keeled over by
now. Shaking your head, you scamper to the locker rooms, intent on taking a
shower to cool down. Sneaking into the boys’ area you grab Yukio’s soap since
there’s none in your locker before going back to the girls’ locker room.
Ten minutes later, you exit feeling exceptionally better as your damp hair cools you down, pleased to see the boys are just finishing up.
“There you are,” Yukio says running over to you
covered in sweat.
“Yeah, I just had to cool off,” you say
smiling.
“Wait for me, I’ll be just a minute,” he says
and takes off towards the locker room.
“Hold on, Yukio-kun!” you call and run up to him,
handing him the bottle of his soap that you forgot to return. You peck his
cheek and rush back to the bleachers to get your stuff, completely missing the
bright red hue of your boyfriend’s face as he thinks about you using his soap on your naked body.
“Maybe next time you can put it on her,” Kise
teases.
“Shut up, Kise!” he yells kicking the ace into
the locker room.
Haizaki
“Ouch,” you hiss, glancing down at yet another
bruise forming. Haizaki just had to
choose paint-balling for your date, didn’t he? Grumbling, you run a hand through
your hair crying out when you realize it has paint in it despite you wearing
protective gear; for all the good it did your poor body come to think of it.
“Such a baby,” your jackass of a boyfriend
snickers. He, of course, barely got hit seeing as he’s been doing this crap
since he was a kid.
“Shut up,” you snap.
“Awwww, come on little baby,” he coos mockingly
at you, “Let’s get you home and all cleaned up.”
Sighing, you climb onto the bus, people looking
at you weird because you’re covered in green, orange and red paint splatters.
When you get to Haizaki’s house, you procure
the bathroom (locking the door because you really don’t feel like dealing with grabby
hands when you’re bruised) and take a quick shower, just using whatever is on
hand to scrub your skin and hair clean.
Finally divested of your extra colors (minus
your lovely bruising which will be there for weeks) you exit the bathroom. When
you enter Haizaki’s room, he’s flat on his back in bed, looking up at the
ceiling and you swear he’s pouting because you wouldn’t let him shower with
you. Now who’s the baby? But you won’t
say anything, it’s just not worth an argument.
Sitting down, you yawn, stretching tired and
sore muscles. A shift on the bed barely draws your attention; that is until you’re
flung down on to it, the sudden impact making you curse in pain. Shogo looms over
you, his face burying into your neck as he growls, “I like you smelling like
me, makes it easier for everyone to know you’re mine!”
Nijimura – Being a former captain, he is very disciplined
about his workout schedule, particularly because he’s caring for his ailing
father and makes sure to be done with his training early in the morning. He
alternates arm and leg days, getting in some cardio every day and making sure
to have at least one rest day.
Kagami – Has a tendency to overdo it if he’s
not careful. Riko already has him on a strict training regimen but Kagami has
become a perfectionist, learning to rely less on inherent talent and coupling
it with focused effort. The combination makes him even more formidable but he
has been known to push himself too far and have to take a week or more off to
recover.
Kasamatsu – This captain is all about leading
from the front and will make sure to set a good example for his team. He works
out right along with them, helping as needed and giving tips. His personal
workouts are done at night, a bit less intense but more focused on the areas he
feels important for his skill set and where he can take the time he wants/needs
to because he doesn’t have to worry about motivating (read: scaring) his kohai
into getting their asses in gear.
Okamura – With his team, Okamura is all about
the weight training and cardio but in the privacy of his own dwelling he has discovered
the beauty that is yoga. It helps stretch his muscles and makes it easier to
keep control of his large frame.
Thank you darling!! These were fun to write so thanks for sending them in. I always love your original asks so please keep’em coming!
•Moriyama- is so happy to have a girl who actually flirts with him that he actually smiles and isn’t even mad. He gets you back later by smooching your cheek unexpectedly.
•Tanaka- shouts in surprise but when he turns around and sees who’s running away he gives chase. You better be quick, boy has a strong arm being Karasuno’s upcoming ace.
•Bokuto- squawks loudly, whipping around with a red face then narrows his eyes (you know the look) and plots revenge. He may be impulsive most of the time but every now and again he takes his time.
•Kasamatsu- face so red you’d think he was part lobster. He’s so flustered he can’t even yell…that is until Kise laughs and then he’s back to normal…mostly…but still pink faced.
•Yamazaki- despite his rough exterior he likes girls who are playful and cheerful so he actually likes this side of you. Further he likes teasing you, so won’t react at all making you pout and then when you’re least expecting it will grab your ass and tug you close for a kiss.
•Sugawara- crafty boy is quick and smacks you right back before you can get away flashing a cheeky grin.
They would be too cute! Thanks for the request, I hope you like it!
The street-ball tournament is getting more intense, each team
getting more riled up to win. What would one expect with a park full of
testosterone? Faking back, Kasamatsu assesses his options, turning around
quickly to pass the ball only to have it smacked out of his hands. Rushing
forward, he slaps the ball back but it goes too far to the right and instead of
heading back to his teammate’s hands it’s on a crash course with some girl’s head!
“Look out!” the captain yells, the blonde dodging just in
time with a startled scream escaping her lips.
As the ball is being retrieved, Kasamatsu makes his way to
the her, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Are you ok? Sorry about-“his voice
fails when he sees how cute she is. Dressed in a short-pleated skirt and
collared shirt, her shiny hair pulled to one side in a ponytail he can’t stop
staring at her, mouth open slightly, his eyes wide.
Yachi’s own wide eyes look back at the intense captain, her
knees clattering together.
“Hai…I…I’m fine,” she stammers finally breaking Kasamatsu
out of his haze, “I should have…been paying attention.”
He frowns making her jump, but before he can correct her Kise
pipes in, “Geez, Kasamatsu-senpai, if you wanted to meet a girl you didn’t have
to frighten her into talking to you!”
“Shut up, Kise!” he shouts, whirling around to kick his ace
in the behind, his cheeks blazing red.
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