21 and Kise

Tucking his hair as best he can beneath the hood of his sweatshirt, Kise then wraps a scarf around his neck. The last touch are a dark pair of sunglasses. “Perfect,” he comments to himself with a nod, grabbing his keys. He locks the door and rushes down the stairs of his apartment. It isn’t long, however, before his plan for concealment fail miserably in the form of clouding glasses, compliments of his breath on the scarf. He takes off them off, hoping the scarf will be enough to keep his face obscured.

All he wants is to get in, get his _______-cchi a present and get out.

In the same mall, said girl is also shopping, looking for the perfect gift for her gorgeous blonde beau. But what does one get someone who literally has everything? Kise’s wealth is…a bit staggering to be honest. After high school, he went into modeling full time and was welcomed with open arms, both by the industry and his fans. Every so often, she wonder how someone like her ended up with someone like him but she’s not giving him up for anything.

Shaking her head, she refocuses attention to the items in front of her, hoping something will jump out and inspire her.

“________-cchi!” exclaims Kise when he spots her around the corner making her almost spill her coffee.

Well, that’s one way to be inspired.

“Kise-kun, funny meeting you here,” she smiles, allowing herself to be drawn into his arms.

He leans down, kissing her. “Are you looking for something special for someone special?” he asks nuzzling her nose.

She taps her chin. “Hmmmm, not sure, know anywhere I can find someone special?”

“_______-cchi is so mean,” he complains with a pout.

Her giggle breaks his concentration and he smiles. But then he looks over her head and spots fangirls starting to gather and point at him making him sigh. She notices the change in his demeanor not to mention feels the tension in his body and glances over her shoulder, frowning at the sight.

Shifting his gaze, Kise sees something that makes his heart jump; he’s knows the perfect gift for her. Grabbing her hand, he tugs her through the back exit and around the building. “Where are we going, Kise-kun?” she asks.

“Travel agent,” he responds, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “This year, my Christmas present to you, and myself too, is time away from all the crazy.”

“But Kise,” she complains, “what about opening presents?”

He turns to look at her, a gleam of mischief in his eyes as he tugs her close. “Then buy a little wrapping for me to take off of you,” he replies, nodding towards a lingerie shop. She blushes but nods nonetheless, kissing him goodbye allowing him to head off to plan their trip, while she looks for something special to wear for her someone special.

Hiiiii, so I was thinking a bad boy imagine where the reader is Kise or Kuroo’s girlfriend and she’s very supportive of him being in a gang and she’s also very affectionate and sweet, but some of her friends warned her about him bc he’s very flirty and she’s very protective and jealous. So she finds him and another girl in a compromising position but it’s not the case tho and so she leaves and she’s rly hurt. She gets kidnapped and he saves her and plz plz plzzz happy ending?? Thank youuuu

Hello! So, since I paired up two of
the asks that made the randomizer cut I re-randomized the remaining asks and
this one came out on top to be the last of the month! Thanks!

“You know he’s, like,
always all over other girls, right?” How could she have ever defended him
from that after seeing what she did? Her boyfriend, with her…the image was
burned into her memory, searing away the love she felt for him replacing it
with a deep-seated ache. After everything she’d done for him too! She supported
him despite her family disowning her for aligning herself with a rival gang
member. She believed in him even though all her friends told her he was no
good, that he would break her heart because he was a flirt! She knew he was
often sent for coercion against female members of rival gangs, his charm and
good looks breaking past any defenses they put up.

But now the same had happened to her. She’d trusted him and-

Her thoughts abruptly cut off as a searing pain shot through
her head. Blinking rapidly, the last image before her eyes were the faces of
who she knew to be his enemies, the ones who’d sworn revenge upon him. With a
shuddering sigh, she fell unconscious, morbidly thanking the gods for a quick
release from the pain of his betrayal.

Kise thought he knew anger, but
this rage, it’s fierce enough to scare himself. Before him sits his love, the
one person in the whole world who understands and loves him for everything he
is. She knows his darkest secrets, his deepest fears, his heart’s desires, all
of it.

And now she’s suffering because of
it.

It’s clear they’ve roughed her up,
her blood-soaked shirt is evidence enough of that. But there’s something else,
something deeper and more underhanded that’s happened because when her head
rises and their eyes meet (one of hers swollen), there’s no expression of
gratitude, no release of breath in relief of his arrival. If anything, a look
of utter agony spills across her face.

“Just leave me Kise,” the use of
his last name by her voice startling him, “they can’t hurt me any worse than
you have.”

“________-cchi, what are you-“

“Don’t call me that! Don’t you ever
call me that again! How could you? How could you do that, to me!” she shouts,
voice echoing in the cavernous warehouse.

Around them are the bodies of her
kidnappers, most unconscious but a few dead. Kuroko and Kagami blink in
confusion, both of them unsure exactly what to do. Clearly, _______ needs help
but as Kise starts moving towards her again she screams out, “Stay the fuck
away from me!”

“Get her,” Kise grunts and Kuroko
moves to her in his stead.

“Come on, ______-chan, let’s get
you out of here,” the blue haired sniper says, untying her restraints. She
falls against him, thoroughly spent, staining his suit with blood. Kagami moves
next, leaning down and lifting her up easily.

The sight of her snuggling into the
crook of the red head’s neck makes Kise’s blood boil but there’s no time for
this right now. She needs medical attention and rest. Then, maybe, hopefully,
they can work through whatever lies it is they told her to turn her against
him.

Midorima clicks his tongue as he
cleans her wounds, hooking up an IV to rehydrate her body.

“She needs rest and no further
strain for at least a week,” he advises when he exits her room. “Until then,
Kise, I recommend you not speak with her. She was thoroughly distraught, mumbling
something about you betraying her. If you were to try to talk to her in this
state I fear she’ll tear the stiches and go into shock.”

Kise nods his understanding, tears
of frustration stinging his eyes.

The week crawls by but finally he
gets clearance from Midorima to seek an audience with her. Initially, she
refuses, but under the surprisingly gentle persuasion of Kasamatsu, relents and
allows Kise to enter her room. Her eyes are hard, lips pressed in a tight line
as he enters.

“Say what you want quickly then get
out,” she snaps, turning her head so she doesn’t have to look at his golden
eyes, the eyes that melt her.

“_______-cchi,” he begins, taking a
seat on the bed, “I don’t know what those goons told you to make you so upset
but-“

She whips her head to face him,
eyes full of fury. “They didn’t do a thing except break my body! YOU broke my
heart, Kise!”

“What are you talking about?” he
grunts.

“I saw you,” she says lowly, voice
full of anger, “I saw you that day kissing
that girl and I know you weren’t on
assignment! So, who was she? Hmmmm? Your little side whore? Your plaything for
when I’m away? Tell me! Who was so important that you would throw away
everything we built together?!”

She’s shouting again, voice drawing
attention to the door and Midorima enters with a scowl on his face. Grabbing
hers, Kise directs her attention to his own, eyes boring into her with an
intensity she’s never seen before. “That girl had an allergic reaction to some of
the food at the magazine shoot. I was giving her mouth to mouth to keep her
alive until paramedics arrived.”

“What?” she breathes out.

“Yeah, it was just her and me and
my assistant at the time because everyone had to go pick up various items for
the shoot. She took a bite of a cream cheese puff thing and it had shellfish in
it. I guess when you came in was the same time my assistant was in the back
ally waiting for the ambulance. I never even knew you were there!”

Tears flood her eyes, her face
scrunching up as she sobs against his chest. “Ryouta,” she chokes out and he
sighs in relief, “I’m so, so sorry! I’m so sorry I doubted you! I…I’m so sorry!”

“It’s ok, shhhhhh. It’s ok,
_______-cchi.”

Flying backwards, her head smacking
the headboard she cries out, “Even if I was mad, I didn’t tell them anything! I
didn’t! I…I just couldn’t betray you!”

He kisses her deeply, smoothing
down the back of her hair. “I know, baby, I know. Just, settle down, ok? It’s
all ok now.” He looks over his shoulder, nodding to Midorima he has this under
control and the doctor retreats, shutting the door quietly. Carefully, Kise
settles into bed next to her, lying down and drawing her into his arms.

“Just next time, stick around to
yell at me so you don’t get kidnapped again, ne?” he asks somewhat playfully and
she smacks his arm.

Kissing her again, he sighs into
her mouth. She may be a bit of a handful sometimes, but as long as it’s his
hands handling her, he’s happy.

A cry of pain pierces Kuroo’s heart. That’s _______’s voice, calling
out for mercy. “I don’t have anything to live for any
more, just kill me, please.”

Her pleas sear his soul, why would she say that? Isn’t he worth living for? Didn’t she believe
he’d come for her? That he’d save her? Rushing in, guns blazing, he cuts down
three of her abusers in under thirty seconds. Yamamoto handles the remaining two
while Lev rushes to get her down from where they’ve suspended her on a chain.

Kuroo sees her clinging to the half-Russian, sobbing thanks into
his shoulder. But when she raises her head and sees him, she goes silent, eyes cold.

“Come on, _______-chan, I’ll take you to Kuroo-san,” Lev offers,
turning to walk towards his leader.

“No, Lev-kun, please, just, take me home,” she begs.

“Eh? But he’s right there! Don’t you know how worried he was? How
much he cried when we heard you were taken?” he exclaims, setting her down but
still holding her upright.

Normally, Kuroo would smack him for his big mouth but right now,
it surprisingly seems to be helping him, because Kuroo can see hesitation
shift the fierceness of her gaze. “He…cried?” she asks, voice small.

“Of course he did! Kuroo-san can’t live without you, ______-chan,
we all know that!”

“Babe,” Kuroo calls softly, taking slow measured steps towards her,
as though he’s afraid she’ll tear away from Lev’s grasp, “why did you tell them
to kill you?”

“Eh? You said that?” Lev asks horrified.

“Lev, let’s go,” Yaku snaps, yanking the taller male away.

Her body shakes with the effort to stand but Kuroo won’t touch her,
not if she doesn’t want him to. A small whimper of pain draws him closer, arms
stretching out in a silent request for permission. She barely finishes the nod
before Kuroo rushes forward, drawing her into a long embrace. Kissing her
temple, he whispers into her hair, “Tell me why.”

A shudder slices through her body, drawing more winces and
stammers of pain but she manages to choke out, “I…I saw you. I saw you with
that girl and I just….oh god, Kuroo I thought I’d lost you and I just didn’t
want to live anymore!”

“Saw me with…”he trails off, mind desperately searching for what
she’s talking about.

Then it hits him. Suppressing a laugh, of relief or mirth or both
he’s not sure, Kuroo pulls her head back to look in his eyes. “Oh my pretty
little kitty, how could you think I’d ever want anyone but you? That girl

was so distraught

she almost ran into traffic so I grabbed her and tugged her
back before she got hit by a truck. I guess you just saw the aftermath and instead
of talking to me,” he flicks her head making her pout, “you run off and get
yourself nabbed in a dangerous territory.”

Kuroo draws her closer, kissing her cheek to avoid her split lip. “You’re
my one and only, baby, never, ever doubt that again.”

She nods, throwing her arms around his neck and crying into his
shoulder. He easily picks her up, walking to the waiting car and the rest of
the gang who all breathe a sigh of relief at the sight of her safe and where
she belongs: in Kuroo’s arms.

Bad boy au scenario; Bad boys Kuroko, Kise, Oikawa, and Akaashi are injured after a fight and are found by their future s/o, who treats their wounds. She’s not naive and she’s no goody-two-shoes; she’s helping them because they’re cute and she has a knife in case they try anything funny.

Kuroko groans,
the sound quiet but deep. The feeling of being lifted startles him, his body
twitching in reaction to continue defending himself but he winces violently,
his previous injures stilling any further movements. “Just stay still silly, you’re
already bleeding everywhere,” an unexpectedly feminine voice says near his ear.
Forcing his eyelids up, he’s surprised to see a girl assisting him to walk, his
arm around her shoulders and hers around his waist. Flashing him a small smile,
she continues, “Don’t worry, I got you.” He nods once in thanks, shifting his
focus to the muscles in his legs. One foot in front of the other, they slowly make
their way to her dwelling. By the time they reach her living room, Kuroko is
completely spent, his blood loss making him cave in upon himself to the floor. His
last thought before blacking out is, “I
hope I don’t stain her floor.”

The feel of hot water against his skin rouses Akaashi from his twilight state, a hiss
of pain escaping through his teeth. His eyes widen a bit when he finds himself
in a rather deep tub. Initially he’s confused to still be wearing his boxers
but a glance to his left explains why; his rescuer is busying herself with a
wash cloth and soap. “I know it probably stings but we have to disinfect those
cuts and hot water with a topical later will do just that,” she says, voice
calm and even. He cocks an eyebrow at her as she leans forward to scrub dried
blood from his body. The feel of her touch coupled with the rising steam and
his still weakened body lulls him into a state of complicity. Meeting her eyes,
he utters, “Thank you.”

With her help, Kise
rises from the drained bath, muscles still limp but more relaxed than fatigued
now. “Not that I think you’ll be able to Kise-kun,” she advises as they make
their way to her room, “but if you try anything funny know I’ve got a knife and
I know how to use it.” Her tone is mostly jovial, but the blonde sees her eyes
are serious. Clearly, she’s familiar with who and what he is.

A strained chuckle leaves his lips, eyes gaining a bit of
their glow back. “Don’t worry, I’m not that
bad.”

She smiles and he thinks her pretty. Sitting him down on the
bed, she hurries to a dresser drawer, pulling out a first aid kit.

“This is going to hurt, sorry,” she says sloshing some ointment
onto a cloth before pressing it against his deepest wound. Kise takes in a
sharp breath, digging his nails into the flesh of his palm. “Sorry,” she
whispers again then adds a numbing agent to the area. “This is deeper than I
initially thought, so I’ll have to do a quick stitch up.”

Kise bites his bottom lip, tears stinging the corners of his
eyes but he manages to keep back any whimpers; some tough guy he ended up
being. But she doesn’t tease him, she doesn’t say anything and when he chances
a glance at her face he’s enamored with her. She looks so cute with her brows
furrowed in concentration.

Finishing up the suture, she ties it off and snips the end
close to his skin. Swiftly, she cleans and bandages up the rest of his injuries
before handing him drawstring sweatpants and a soft t-shirt. “Think you can
handle putting these on yourself?” When he nods, she releases the items. “Good,
I’ll get something going for supper, you just rest, ok?”

As he lays back in the comfortable clothing, Kise wonders at
her anew. Who is she and why is she helping him?

Oikawa asks her
those questions as they sit together for a simple meal of soup and sandwiches,
his gone fairly quickly since his appetite woke back up. She shrugs her
shoulders, “What kind of a person would I be to leave someone bleeding on the ground?”
Her eyes meet his, a playful glint in them. “Plus, you’re super cute, it would be
a shame for such good looks to be snuffed out of the world too soon.”

Oikawa now wonders if this it was it feels like to swoon
over someone. She’s so confident but easy going, her laugh coming easy and her
smile bright.

Later, after using the bathroom, Oikawa makes his way back
to her room, intent on telling her he’ll be taking his leave and to thank her
for her kindness. As he enters, he finds her sprawled on the same bed he was
laying upon a few hours prior, cute little snores breaking the otherwise silent
room. Leaning against the frame, he watches her. She’s exhausted, unsurprising
considering she’s smaller than him and not only practically carried his
semi-dead weight however far it was from the place of his attack to her home
but she kept assisting him until he got his strength back.

A shift of his body makes him wince, his wounds reminding
him of their presence. Walking to the bed, he leans down, whispering in her
ear, “Thank you, angel-chan, I’ll make sure you’re properly rewarded.”

He makes good on his promise a week later in the form of a
date at a roof top terrace restaurant where he asks her formerly to be his and
she accepts.

This is for the bad boy Au. Can I request how Akashi, aomine, hanamiya, himuro, and kise would react when they whisper something extremely dirty to their s/o ear but they are really innocent and doesn’t know what their saying? You could make it NSFW or not is up to you. Either way I know I’ll love your writing like I always do. Keep up to good work, luv ya!

Awww! Thank you! I tried to come up with something clever but some of what I did or found just sounded like cheesy pick up lines! LOL So I decided to try GIF reactions for the first time. I hope you like them. I put them under a read more since the gifs are large.

Akashi

Aomine

Hanamiya

Himuro

Kise

Hi! I just reqested bad boys au with s/o who dies but i forgot about character limit so I would like to cut it out to Kagami Kuroko, Midorima, Akashi and Momoi if GoM+Kagami is too much. Thank you!:)

Hi! I did imagine/reactions and tried to hit as many of your criteria as I could but not
everything made it. I hope you still like what I come up with.

Trigger warning: Mentions of death and violence.

Akashi

He’s away on business when news of your death reaches him.
It was an assassination, one bullet to your forehead while you stood on the
balcony of his room. Reo’s crying can be heard on the other end of the line,
but Akashi feels numb. He blinks, eyes shifting from one color to two. “Find
them, Reo. Bring them to me unharmed.” It doesn’t take long for the offenders
to be caught, brought before the head of the Rakuzan. Akashi sits silent,
staring at the scum responsible for the loss of the light of his life.
Standing, he picks up a knife, checking its sharpness on the skin of his thumb.
“Her death, was quick and painless,” he muses. Turning a murderous glare upon
them he sneers, “Yours will not be.”

Aomine

“You idiot,” Aomine mutters taking a seat upon the ground
next to your headstone. It’s his usual greeting to you now since one stupid
decision, yours, took you away from him. Why did you have to jump in front of
him when that asshole pulled the gun? He could have taken the hit and kept on
going but no, his foolish girlfriend just had to be a hero. Sighing, his head
lands with a soft thud against the granite, your name pressing into his back.
Memories of that rainy night flood his mind, a voice he didn’t recognize
screaming, “The only one who can beat me
is me!” It wasn’t until later that he realized it had been own his voice declaring
what he knew now to be a lie. There was one person who can beat him; you. After
your death, he left Too, walked away from it all to live a life of solitude. Without
you here, there really wasn’t a point to try anymore.

Midorima

Staring at your empty shell in the hospital bed, ventilators
giving the illusion you’re still among the living, Midorima allows one tear to
trail down his cheek. “I told you to keep your lucky item with you at all
times,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss you one last time. You look so
peaceful despite the bruises upon your face, ugly reminders of the beating you
underwent that took your last breath. Inhaling one of his own and cursing the
gods for their abandonment, Midorima gives the word to pull the plug. As the
heart monitor sounds, Takao chokes back a sob, trying to stay strong for his
friend and comrade. “Let’s go Takao,” Midorima announces after all the machines
are wheeled away, “it’s time to show those who would dare take from me the true
meaning of misfortune.”

Murasakibara

Murasakibara never thought he would reach a point in his
life where he hated food. But now, looking at your face from which all color
and life has been drained, he does. A box of chocolates, a fucking box of
chocolates seemingly sent to you from him and now you’re dead. Because he didn’t
take the threats seriously when he thought them to be directed at his own
person. He never even considered they’d go after you. And in such an
underhanded and cowardly manner too, using poison instead of facing their
enemies head on. Standing up, Murasakibara’s eyes gleam with fury. “Himuro, get
my hammer. I’m going to crush them.”

Kise

Loud wailing sobs echo in the alley, Kaijo’s golden boy inconsolable
as he holds your bleeding form against his body. Your spirit has long since
left, skin turning colder and colder as the seconds tick by. Kasamatsu stands rigid,
mouth moving but no sound coming out, horrified that you’re dead. The stabbing
had been quick and visceral, your attackers scrambling up the fire escape to
the roof while Kise and Kasamatsu rushed to your aid. When Kise’s cries begin
to die down to sniffles, his leader touches him on the shoulder. Kise looks up,
eyes red rimmed and blood staining his shirt.

“Can you stand?” .

Looking down at you one last time, Kise caresses your
cheek, choking out, “Sleep well, _____cchi, I’ll…I’ll see you again someday.”
He lays you down, grasping Kasamatsu’s hand with one covered in blood. “Come
on, it’s time to return the favor,” he vows, eyes going dark.

Kuroko

“Kuroko, I…I’m so sorry,” Kiyoshi mumbles. Your body lays on
Kuroko’s bed, a vicious rope burn evident on your neck. The members of Seirin
who found you hanging couldn’t leave you like that, opting to cut you down
before calling their leaders. Hyuuga reprimands them in the next room but he’s surprisingly
quiet in doing so, the loss of your life seemingly at your own hands weighing
heavily on the makeshift family. Kuroko’s eyes fill with tears looking at you.
Were you really so unhappy? Was there anything he could have-

His thoughts cut off when he notices something the others
missed. Kagami sees the shift in his expression, leaning closer to try to see what
his shadow does. “What is it Kuroko?” he asks drawing the attention of Riko and
Kiyoshi back to the bed.

Kuroko points to a puncture mark in the side of your neck. “She
didn’t kill herself, they sedated her then strung her up,” Kuroko announces to
the room as a whole. Everyone looks at him in shock.

“Who did?” asks Izuki.

“I don’t know yet, but I’m going to find out,” he replies
storming out of the room with Kagami in his wake. It doesn’t take long for the
rest of the gang to follow. They’ll go to hell and back again to send your
killers to their graves for what they did to you.

Kagami

Promises. Kagami has always been leery of them and for good
reason. Making promises almost always ends with someone being disappointed and
now is no exception. How could he have made that stupid promise so callously? Because
he never truly believed it would come to pass. Yet now, he here is, on a date
with someone who isn’t you because he made a promise. A foolish promise that
should anything ever happen to you, he’d move on, that he’d find love again and
be happy because you couldn’t bear the thought of him going through life alone
and miserable. And that he wouldn’t seek revenge because an eye for eye just
makes the whole world go blind.

But he knows, just as sure as the sun will rise tomorrow,
that he’s going to break both his promises in one night.

If only he hadn’t run his mouth at that rumble, if only he’d
stayed home that night, then at least you’d be dead together, dual victims of
the drive by orchestrated by Haizaki.

If only, if only, if only.

He stands, offering a half assed apology that he has to go
and walks out. He keeps walking until he reaches the gang’s hang out. Hyuuga
doesn’t question his early return, merely hands him his gun with a warning to
be careful and not get caught.

Momoi

For all her ability to anticipate her opponent’s moves, even
Momoi can be caught off guard and this time the cost of oversight is too much.
Her ears are still ringing from the explosion, her body sore from being thrown
violently by the shock wave of the car bomb. Standing slowly, grit and tar
clinging to her skin, she stares in disbelief at the mangled form of her lover’s
car, his body completely obliterated. Hysterical, she runs towards the flames,
caught at the last second by Aomine who she fights against in desperation. “He’s
gone, Satsuki!” shouts the blue hair. She looks in his eyes, shaking her head. With
gentleness unknown to be possible, Aomine touches her cheek and nods. “I’m
sorry, but he’s gone.” He allows her to collapse in his arms, holding her up.
Meeting the eyes of his fellow gang members he hisses, “Nobody sleeps until the
fucker who did this is six feet under.”

OMG yay, thank you I’m so glad!! ^-^ I’ve read some of your scenarios and I found them really amazing!! You’re such a great writer I just have to request some more hahah xP I want another Ki-chan (srry, Kise trash here!), how about spending his bday with s/o-cchi? Something sweet and heart-warming (possibly tear-jerking) would be nice ♡♡♡ ;) thanks a lot!!

You sweet angel thank you for your flattering words, seriously
I’m so happy that you enjoy my work so much. Thank you for being SO PATIENT. I have
NO IDEA why it took me so long but I really hope this hits the mark of what you
were looking for.

Kise sighs, a slightly melancholy look on his face as he
stares out the window. You watch him for a moment before making your
presence known. When he turns to look at you, his bright smile is plastered on
his face but it doesn’t reach his golden eyes.

“_____-cchi, I didn’t hear you come in,” he says rising up.
Gathering you in his arms, he takes another deep breath, inhaling your scent.

“Ryouta,” you say softly, pulling back to look in his eyes. “What’s
wrong? If anything I’d expect you to be extra happy, it is your birthday after
all.”

He shrugs noncommittedly, smile dropping a few degrees. “I
don’t know, I just feel…”

His response is cut off by a knock at the door. Not
expecting anyone but you today, he frowns as he moves to answer it. At the door
stands a delivery man, a warm smile on his face as he asks, “Kise Ryouta?”

“That’s me,” answers your boyfriend.

“Sign here please,” replies the man. Kise does so and is
handed a brown box with small holes poked in the top.

“Who’s it from?” you ask trying to read the return address.

“I don’t know recognize the sender, looks like it came
directly from a distribution center,” he answers sitting at the kitchen table
once more. He grabs a knife and slits the tape to open the package. From within
he draws out a plastic container holding two goldfish. Next comes a pretty
glass bowl and a bag of bright blue and yellow shiny pebbles.

“What an odd thing to send someone!” you exclaim. “Is there
a note or anything?” Kise shakes his head but he’s already distracted by the
pretty fish swimming around in their makeshift home. “Well,” you go on, “why
don’t you get them set up while I fix us some lunch, hmmm?”

Kise nods, moving to the sink to fill the bowl with water
before taking it to the living room and placing it on the coffee table. You hum
to yourself as you prepare the ingredients for onion gratin soup. Soon the
scent of simmering onions and butter fills the room. You’re working on chopping
vegetables when the doorbell rings.

You see Kise get up from the couch and open the door, surprised
to find another delivery person, this one female, standing in the threshold.
You chuckle under your breath at her expression; Kise is rather overwhelmingly
gorgeous and if you’re not expecting it, he’ll catch you off guard. After a
moment of silence you hear him say, “Yes, can I help you?”

“Sorry!” she exclaims and you almost laugh out loud. “Delivery
for Mr. Kise, is that you?”

He nods and she gains his signature before proffering
another box, this one white with a blue ribbon and local bakery insignia on it.
He thanks her and shuts the door turning to look at you. “Did you order this?”

“Nope, looks like it’s another surprise. See if this one has
a name attached to it.”

He looks over the box but there’s no clue as to who the
sender is. Setting it on the counter, he opens the lid and finds a decidedly large
and decadent looking chocolate cake nestled within. “Another mystery, huh?” you
ask and he nods as he locks eyes with you.

“Did you do something?” he questions suddenly.

“Me? The only thing I’m doing is making my boyfriend his
favorite meal for lunch on his birthday.” You shrug returning your attention to
the simmering liquid in the pot. “Maybe your more determined fans are
sending you birthday gifts now.”

“If that’s true, I’ll have to move,” he mumbles under his
breath. It wouldn’t be the first time some crazies got a hold of his private
information. While he loves being a full-time model now, it does come with some
undesirable side effects.

“I wouldn’t worry too much, Ryouta,” you comment taking a
taste test and adding more salt. “It’s probably your family and they just
forgot to put a card in or something.”

He pouts a bit but doesn’t argue with you further. The soup
is almost done so you turn off the burner and set the broiler temperature to
heat up the bread and melt the cheese. Five minutes later, you and Ryouta take
seats to enjoy the soup of your labor.

“This is always so good, _____-cchi,” he says taking a
spoonful.

“I’m glad you enjoy it,” you hum.

Lunch finished, you glance at the clock; your present should
be here any minute now.

“______-cchi, I was thinking for today we could-“

Again Kise’s sentence is cut off by a knock at the door.

“Oh what is it now?” he asks flinging open the door only to
choke on his breath. Standing together before him are Kuroko, Aomine, Akashi,
Midorima, and Murasakibara, all clad in shorts, t-shirts and sport shoes.

“Wha…how…you…” Kise stammers.

“Oi, get a move on!” shouts a voice Kise recognizes as
Kagami’s. Kise’s five former teammates make their way inside, each offering him
a happy birthday. As Kagami comes into view, Kise is further startled to see
Kasamatsu, Nakamura, Hayakawa, Moriyama and Kobori. His apartment, while rather
lavish, still feels tight with all his former teammates in it.

Turning around, Kise’s tear brimmed eyes lock with yours and
you nod once. He rushes forward, gathering you into his arms in a fiercely
tight hug. “Thank you,” he whispers into your ear.

“I knew how much you were missing everyone even if you try
to hide it so I called Akashi-san to see if he could help me,” you admit.

Kise looks at his former junior high captain who shrugs but
his face holds a surprisingly warm smile. “What’s the good of having a private
jet if I never use it for my own pleasure?”

“So,” you go on drawing Kise’s attention back to you. “The lot of you are going to go to the court in downtown
and play ball. Then, when you’re done, we’ll all meet at the hotel they’re
staying at to get cleaned up and ready to go out to dinner.“

Kise smiles widely but a look of confusion floods his face. Turning around he considers for a moment then points to Midorima and Murasakibara. “If you guys were already planning on being here, why did you send those gifts ahead of time?”

“What on earth is he talking about?” Midorima asks looking at
Mura who shrugs.

“The…the fish! Aren’t they my lucky item Midorimacchi? And the cake! Who else but

Murasakibaracchi

would send such a huge dessert?”

“Your sisters,” you answer stepping up to his side to show a
text message conversation between you and the two other most important women in
his life. “Both of them did send cards but they were lost in the transit.”

Kise flushes in embarrassment but you kiss his cheek and
encourage him to go get ready. He hurries off to his room while the rest of the
gang say their official hellos to you. You give Akashi a particularly long hug.
“Thank you so much for your help, you really should let me pay you back or at
least pay a portion for the hotel.”

“Nonsense, ______-chan,” he says evenly, “It’s no trouble at
all. Please don’t worry about it.”

Kise is back quickly, eager to get going. The twelve men
clamor down the stairs and flood into the street, the sound of ribbing,
teasing, arguing and just generally catching up flooding through the open
window. You look out of it, watching as they go pleased at sight of the biggest
and brightest smile you think you’ve ever seen on Kise’s face.

With a sigh, you flop onto the couch, immensely glad your
surprise came off so well.

Kurobasweek Day 07: Free Day – “Free Throw”

AU: What if the
Generation of Miracles met before junior high?

“Yes!” Aomine shouts
when another shot makes it in. He dribbles the ball making moves as though to
pass invisible opponents when he’s surprised to actually knock into something
solid. A startled gasp followed by a low groan alerts him to the fact whoever he
ran into is now on the ground. Looking down, he’s surprised to see a shock of
blue hair followed by bright blue eyes when the boy he knocked over looks up at
him.

“Oi, sorry ‘bout that,”
Aomine says with a sheepish grin, “I didn’t see you.” He extends a tanned hand
which is taken by the smaller boy.

“It’s ok, that happens
to me all the time,” he replies as he stands.

Aomine is confused on
how someone who was literally right in front of him could just disappear but he
opts to forgo further investigation in favor of recruiting a player so he’s not
alone. “Well, since you’re here anyway, wanna play?” he asks tossing the ball
in his hand up and catching it on the tip of his finger.

The smaller boy nods
softly. “Great!” Aomine exclaims, then almost as an afterthought asks, “What’s
your name?”

“Kuroko Tetsuya,” is the
reply.

Aomine sticks out his
hand again, shaking the other’s. “Nice to meet you, I’m Aomine Daiki!”

The two play a bit of
one on one though Kuroko struggles to do anything even remotely right. But
instead of being frustrated, Aomine finds himself welcoming the challenge of
teaching someone something. As Kuroko takes another shot that hits the rim
sending the ball backwards to the other end of court, Aomine instructs, “Ok,
you need to hold the ball a bit different. I think you’re putting too much spin
on it.”

Kuroko nods and is about
to turn to retrieve the ball when both boys are startled by it sailing over
their heads and clearing through the hoop with a faint whoosh. Turning around, their eyes land on a green haired
bespectacled boy who’s just as tall as Aomine.

“Wait a second,” the
dark blue haired boy says, “did you make that shot from there?”

The boy nods and Aomine
rushes to him. “That was awesome! Do you want to play?”

At first it looks like
the newcomer is going to decline but the slight gleam in his eyes gives away
the fact that he really does want to join in. So, he nods in affirmation,
following Aomine back to the free throw line where he introduces himself:
Midorima Shintaro.

“Maybe you can help this
guy,” Aomine says flicking a thumb towards Kuroko.

“I highly doubt it,”
mumbles Midorima.

“Hey! Do you guys need
another player?” a shrill voice cries out.

The three on the court
turn their heads bringing into their line of sight an enthusiastic looking
blonde gripping the chain-link fence set around the basketball courts.

“Yeah!” Aomine responds
with a flick of his wrist.

The boy lets loose a
yelp of happiness, rushing to the gate and over to where they stand.

“I’m Kise Ryouta, what
are your names?” he asks excitedly.

After introductions,
it’s decided to have Aomine and Kuroko play against Kise and Midorima. The game
is a bit one sided to the half of the blonde and green haired boys, mostly
because Kuroko has a really hard time keeping up with the running. But Aomine
doesn’t really care since he finally has some people to play with.

Eventually the quad of
boys decides to take a break, mostly so Kuroko can catch his breath.

“Sorry,” he pants
heavily, wiping sweat from his brow, “I just don’t have a lot of stamina.”

“It’s fine,” Aomine says
quickly, “we’re just having fun you know?”

“Care to add two more to
your game?” a voice says from behind.

The four players look
over their shoulders, eyes widening a bit at the sight of a huge purple haired boy standing next to
a shorter red head. It must have been the latter who spoke since the former’s
mouth is full of chips that he crunches.

“Sure,” Aomine answers
standing up. “Who are you guys?”

“I’m Akashi Seijuro and
this is Murasakibara Atsushi, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance…”

“Aomine,” he replies
pointing to the other boys as he introduces them.

Akashi smiles softly,
looking up at his tall companion. “Come on, Murasakibara, put down your chips
and let’s play.”

The purple giant
grumbles but does as instructed, brushing crumbs from his t-shirt as he walks
onto the court. He joins Kise and Midorima while Akashi is with Kuroko and
Aomine. With another player able to score on their team, the blue haired boys
start to close the gap in points between themselves and their opponents.

Akashi, after watching
Kuroko for a while, calls a time out and draws him aside. “Kuroko, I think it
would be better if you focused on passing more. Dribbling is not your strong
suit and your shots are making it harder for us because we have to get their
rebounds,” he says but with a gentleness that takes the sting out of the truth
of his words. Kuroko nods feebly, heading back to where the rest of the boys
stand waiting for them.

After the first pass, he
feels his heart lighten up a bit; he just may be good at something after all.

The six boys play until
almost sun down, each promising to return the following Saturday to play again
and bring someone else if they can so it can be more like a real game. As
Aomine makes his way home, his smile is bright and wide. He really loves this
game and it’s been a lot of fun getting to play with other boys who, while
maybe are not as good as him, take away the loneliness of playing by himself.

He thinks as he bounces
the ball in his hand, “I hope we all end
up at the same school in junior high, we could really dominate if we do!”

Kurobasweek Day 06: Memories – “Many Times Over”

I took a different interpretation
of this day and focused on the families of the main boys.

It wasn’t often the generation of
miracle’s parents were able to make it to their games but for their first
championship they all did their best to be present.

Aomine’s dad smiles proudly
watching his son score point after point, seemingly with little need of help
from his team mates; he has enough talent to do this on his own. But his smile
fades away as the reason his son is this way dawn on him; he’s almost always
alone. Ever since his mother passed, Aomine’s been left to his own devices
because his dad simply can’t be there due to work. Watching him now, he’s happy
to see that he has friends on who he can rely but a nagging feeling in gut
tells him, this joy is not going to last.

Kise’s mom and sisters cheer loudly
next to him, their shrill voices carrying through the din of shouts and
exultations for each team to do their best. His mother winces when he takes an
elbow to the shoulder while getting a rebound, part of wishing Kise had just
stuck to modeling where it was safe. His sisters remember the fun they had
teasing him while they were growing up, making him play dress up with them. He
doesn’t have time anymore for mall crawls and fashion talks, constantly
obsessing over “beating Aomine-cchi”. The three women remember and miss the
childlike innocence Kise possessed before joining this team. It’s still there,
but it’s growing dimmer.

Midorima’s mother and father are
busy people, but his sister whined something fierce about coming to this game
and they couldn’t deny it was important to Midorima’s formative years to have
support from them in something he so enjoys. At least, they think he enjoys it;
it’s always so hard to tell with their stoic son. Shot after shot is made, both
amazed at how far he can stand from the hoop and score. When her son receives a
pat on the back from his captain, Midorima’s mother leans to his father and
says, “Do you remember the struggle we had just to get him to talk to other kids? Look at him now!”
His father nods, pleased to see his son assimilating so well amongst his peers
but he can’t help wondering if something so simple will remain so. Somehow, he
doubts it but doesn’t voice his apprehension.

Murasakibara’s entire family has turned out to watch the youngest
of their brood play in his first championship game. It’s odd to them to see the
normally laziest member of themselves playing such a high energy sport but he’s
doing well, both in defense and offense. “Remember when we couldn’t even get
him out of bed on time for school?” one of his brother’s comments, “Now he’s
actually running!” They all nod, varying degrees of smiles on their faces.
“It’s so nice to see him passionate about something,” his mother coos. She
misses the frustrated look on her son’s face, the tightening of his jaw as he
watches the other team continue to struggle in vain. She doesn’t understand;
he’s not passionate he’s talented and that will lead to his arrogance growing
until these moments of seeming happiness are nothing but a memory.

Akashi doesn’t have to look to the crowd to know his father isn’t
here. He has no interest in his son’s extra circular activity, has no words of
encouragement or praise to offer to his son who has assumed position of
captain. So he pictures his mother, remembers her smile the first time she gave
him a basketball and urged him to “go have fun”. It’s a bittersweet memory but
one he cherishes nonetheless. It floats away to return to the back of his mind,
a comforting blanket he uses in secret whenever he feels the need for
validation.

Kuroko looks up from the bench, able to spot his mom quickly and
sends her a discrete wave before turning his attention back to the court. She
clenches her hands together, anxiety rolling in her stomach. She isn’t naïve to
her son’s struggles with stamina and talent when it comes to this game, which
is why she was so surprised when he announced he’d made it to first string.
Despite her pride in how far he’s comes, she can’t help worrying that maybe he
isn’t ready for it. But as he takes to the court and dominates the passing
game, her eyes grow wide, tears brimming their rims as she watches him excel. All her doubts melt away and she stands up
cheering for him loudly making all the spectators around her wonder who she’s
calling out to, but she doesn’t care. She
can see her son clearly and while he may be called a shadow, he’s the light of
her life.

So fourth day is about victory, rite? I thought myb putting in other victories in their life like their biggest achievement, their first job, their first love, their wedding day and so on and on and when they look at it they start pitying the narrow view of victory they had in their teens

Day 04: Victory – “We’ll Become The Best”

Thank you for the suggestion anon! I loved the
interpretation of this theme and really hope you like what I came up with based
off your idea!

Victory

1: the overcoming of
an enemy or antagonist

2: achievement of
mastery or success in a struggle or endeavor against odds or difficulties

Kuroko smiles warmly, sincere joy on his face as he stares
down at his new born son; he has his father’s eyes which are wide open and full
of curiosity. Nuzzling his nose, father whispers to son, “I don’t know what I’m
doing but I promise to become the best father I can be for you.”

Kise takes a deep breath working to calm his nerves. He’s
never had stage fright or performance anxiety, always overtly confident in
everything he’s ever done. But as he slips the small velvet box open and shut
one last time he feels his heart racing; this isn’t a game, it isn’t a stage
and there’s no one to copy.

He’s all on his own.

The night goes off perfectly and as he takes a knee before
the woman who’s captured his heart for good he says through tears of his own, “I’ll
never stop working to be the best husband for you, if you’ll have me.”

Midorima has always known the value of hard work. Natural
talent helps but it can only take you so far. That’s why he never stopped
practicing even when everyone else did, why he always to this day makes sure to
have his lucky item so he can say he’s literally done everything he can to
succeed. As he grips his doctorate, a wealth of new ambition surges through his
chest and he knows without doubt that hard work and dedication will lead him to
become the best heart surgeon in the country.

Aomine has trouble remembering joy, that deep seated feeling
of happiness outside of circumstances. It’s been so long since its touched his
life. But now, looking at dozens of hope, fear and excitement filled young
faces, he remembers the elation he felt the first time he touched a basketball.
“Consider yourselves lucky brats,” he announces after roll call, “Cause you’re
gonna be working with the best coach you’ll ever have!”

Akashi understands pressure, more so than most people his
age. He had to grow up quickly and for the most part, alone. He pushed down
feels of inferiority exerting his will to dominate things which for normal
people would be out of their control. But even he couldn’t avoid a fall of ill
fate forever. But now, having regained the part of himself he lost, he
understands that adversity (and failure) is something to be appreciated, because
through them one’s character can grow. So when he found himself wishing he’d
had someone to remind him of that while growing up, it set him on a new path in
life for good. And as he stands before a
line of boys who’ve suffered the same loss as himself, he takes a deep breath,
internally vowing, “I will be the best
group therapist there is.”

Murasakibara surprises everyone when he leaves Japan after
high school and heads of to France. When asked about his choice in destination,
he replied simply, “It’s where the best pastries are.” Eventually he falls into
culinary school only to drop out and start working at a local pastry shop to
learn from a true master who takes him under his wing. His appearance garners a
wealth of attention which drives the sales through the roof pretty much sealing
his fate as a well-known apprentice. Now completed with his training, he
returns to his home country, and for the first time in his life truly has something
he’s passionate about. “I’m going to become the best and most well-known pastry
chef in Japan,” he affirms to Himuro.

The generation of miracles stand together in a large park,
Kuroko smiling as Kise’s fiancé holds his blued eyed baby boy cooing at him and
making him giggle.

“Looks like I know what’s next for you, Kise-kun,” he
teases.

Kises laughs, a light blush coming on his cheeks. “Kuroko-cchi!
Not so loud! You’re gonna give her ideas!”

“I think the idea is already planted,” Akashi remarks with a
small smile. He casts his eyes to the basketball court, pleased to see his
group of boys getting along so well with the few from Aomine’s team that happened
to be at the park today, all of them getting coached by the former ace of Too.

“It’s weird to see Mine-chin with kids,” Murasakibara
comments.

The rest of the groups nods as

Midorima

replies, “He only
does so well because Momoi-san still keeps him in line. Those two are attached
at the hip I believe.”

“Well, they will be if Aomine-cchi ever gets his act together
and proposes! The poor thing’s been waiting forever,” whines Kise.

A rough shout of, “Hey!” calls all their attention. Walking
over and down the crest of a hill comes Kagami, fresh from America on a break
during the off season. He reaches the group, extending proper greetings to them
all before sending a wave to Aomine who pretends to ignore him.

“Still an ass, I see,” mutters the basketball star.

“Aomine-kun is Aomine-kun,” Kuroko sighs taking back his son
to pass him to his best friend. “So you did it,” he continues, watching as
Kagami attempts to hold the baby comfortably and failing miserably.

As he returns him to his father, Kagami asks, “Did what?”

“You became the best.”

Looking around the group of faces, knowing where each of
them has ended up, Kagami splutters with a red face, “We all did, just in…different
ways.”

Me again (^‿^) can I have Kise for the song Just Give Me A Reason please? Angst but with a sort of happy ending, not fluffy but in a sort of “contented for now” type thing, does that make sense? congrats to 1,000 followers!! ^^

It totally makes sense hun, this is a great song for a
non-perfect ending. Enjoy!

Give me a Reason by Pink – Kise

The sound of the front door opening and closing catches your
attention but you don’t open your eyes. You feel Ryota enter the room, the one
floor board that always squeaks announcing his presence but still you don’t
open your eyes. It feels like there’s a weight on your chest pulling pain in
from every angle of your body as he sinks onto the mattress next to you but
makes no move to snuggle to your back. It’s as though you’re living in the same
home but not existing together.

Since when did your relationship come to this?

A part of you knows, this is not all Ryota’s fault, it can’t
be but that doesn’t stop you from wondering what you did wrong, what he did
wrong, to end up in a place so far away from each other. You can’t even remember
the last time you laughed sincerely together.

Over two years ago, when the two of you first met, you’d
been quite a mess, a previous relationship doing a number on your heart. But
Ryota…he was so easy to fall for. Charming and charismatic, with a sincere heart
and willing ear to listen he’d swept you off your feet without really trying. Your
girlfriends had warned you not to get too attached to fast, to beware using him
like a rebound because that would not be fair to either of you. And you tried,
you really tried to remain just friends but every touch, every look, everything
about Ryota drew you in to him until you were head over heels.

Right from the start

You were a thief, you
stole my heart

And I your willing
victim

And it seemed he’d fallen for you, grateful to be needed, to
be taken seriously though he often worked over time to make you laugh. For the
first time in a very long while, he felt useful for more than just basketball.

His honeyed words lifted your despondent attitude but not
once did you ever feel they were frivolous. And he never treated you like a
project to fix, just someone who needed help putting the pieces back together;
he knew you still had to do most of the heavy lifting yourself.

I let you see the
parts of me, that weren’t all that pretty

And with every touch
you fixed them

When he finally kissed you, it was like coming home. The
warmth of his breath, the feel of his soft lips against yours and the way he
clung to you, like you were the most important person in his world, made you
feel lightheaded and giddy.

That was a year ago and now, here you were, lying with your
backs to one another, barely a word spoken throughout the day.

Rolling to your back, you stare at the ceiling and sigh.
This can’t go on, you can’t go on like this, stuck in a limbo you have no idea
how to navigate. Why you’ve let it get this bad you don’t know for sure but can
only speculate that it’s because of fear; fear of losing him should you seem
too needy, too clingy despite all the effort Ryota poured into helping you
mend.

Turning further, your eyes graze over his form, shoulders
rising and falling to the rhythm of his steady breath. How can he be so unaffected by what’s going
on? Doesn’t he care?

Just give me a reason,
just a little bit’s enough

Just a second we’re
not broken just bent, and we can learn to love again

It’s in the stars,
it’s been written in the scars on our hearts

We’re not broken just
bent, and we can learn to love again

“Ryota,” you whisper, “are you asleep?”

“Hmmmm?” he mumbles turning on his back. His eyes blink open
and shift to look at you. “What’s up ______-cchi?”

“What are we doing?” you ask.

He furrows his brow, rotating to face you as he props up on
his elbow. “What do you mean?”

Sighing, you run a hand through your hair, closing your eyes
before answering, “What are we doing in this relationship anymore? Do you…do
you even still want this?”

“Of course I do, how could you ask me that?” he replies
quickly, sitting up in his astonishment.

I’m sorry I don’t
understand

Where all of this is
coming from

I thought that we were
fine (Oh we had everything)

“Because we barely speak to each other anymore!” You sit up
as well, flicking on the light so you can see one another more clearly. He
blinks rapidly under its harsh rays as you go on, “It’s like…it’s like we don’t
know how to be together anymore
Ryota. I just…I need more and I don’t know what to do!”

He takes your hand. “______cchi, you’re being silly. We’ve just
been busy, that’s all.” He reaches out to touch your face but you jerk away,
standing up in a flurry of motion.

“That’s not just it, Ryota! I feel like you’re suppressing how
you really feel.”

His face is full of confusion which just irritates you
further. “Do you know,” you continue, “the other night when I tried to snuggle
up to you, you muttered something about me being too clingy? That you needed
your space?”

“Are you sure that wasn’t a dream? Because there’s no way I
would feel like that about you,” he says firmly.

Your head is running
wild again

My dear we still have
everythin’

And it’s all in your
mind (Yeah but this is happenin’)

You’ve been havin’
real bad dreams oh oh

You used to lie so
close to me oh oh

There’s nothing more
than empty sheets between our love, our love

“I was awake!” you snap. “I mean, if that’s how you feel subconsciously,
doesn’t that mean it’s how you truly feel?”

“You’re going to base the future of our relationship that? On something I said when I was
most likely dead to the world?” He stands up, moving around the bed to grip
your shoulders tightly, bright golden eyes burning into yours. “We aren’t
perfect, there is no such thing as a perfect relationship but I want this relationship, I want to be
with you.”

Stray tears flow down your cheeks and you step back. “Ok,
Ryota, I…I do too but,” you take a deep breath, “we need to discuss some things
in order to move forward. You may think there’s nothing wrong but I do and I
want to work on them.”

He runs a hand through his hair, frustration clear on his
face. “______-cchi, I’m tired, you’re tired, we’ve both had long days. Can we
please just table this until at least tomorrow?”

Just give me a reason,
just a little bit’s enough

Just a second we’re
not broken just bent and we can learn to love again

I never stop, you’re
still written in the scars on my heart

You’re not broken just
bent and we can learn to love again

You want to protest, want to get these things aired out so
you can feel like you can sleep peacefully for once but you know he’s right. To
do this here and now will only make things worse and if you’re really honest
with yourself there is too much to deal with in one night. So nodding your
head, you follow him back to be bed.

As the light flicks off, you feel him settling right behind
you, his strong arm wrapping around you securely. It’s a small thing, but it
feels huge and though you know the coming days will be filled with
uncomfortable conversations and probably more tears, it feels just a little
less hopeless than it did before.

Oh we can learn to
love again

Oh we can learn to
love again oh oh

Oh that we’re not
broken just bent and we can learn to love again

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