Happy birthday~ <3 Hope you have a fantastic one! Who's your favorite character from KnB? How about some headcanons (or scenario if you prefer) for him baking you a a cake for your special day~? ;)

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.

Dates fic meme, number 52 – Kise Ryota

Ryouta Kise – Date #52: Bike Ride

The sun is shining brightly, reflecting off the pond as you
and Ryouta make your way around it on your bikes. It’s the most perfect spring
day and you’re so thankful your boyfriend has the day off from basketball and
modeling to spend some time with you.

A cry of gleeful surprise draws your attention to the blonde
as he stops, pointing across the lake. Halting your bike, you straddle it and
follow the line of his finger where you see a group of kids on BMX bikes doing
various tricks, jumping over benches and generally causing a commotion.

When Kise turns back to look at you, the expression on his
face has you groaning; you know that look.

“Ryouta-kun, no,” you say.

“What ____-cchi? You know I can copy anything!” he pouts.

“That may be true for sports, sweetie, but that’s a bit more
complicated. Plus, you don’t even have the right-“he doesn’t wait for you to
finish your warning, taking off at full speed intent to copy what he sees them
doing.

Sighing, you take off after him, if for nothing else than to
be near at hand when he wrecks himself and needs to go to the hospital.

Ahead you can see him speeding forward, tires hitting their
mark and he launches. He releases the bike, kicking it to spin around but as
you predicted, because he’s on a normal bike, the body doesn’t rotate properly,
leaving him to either land hard on it wrong or abandon the contraption all
together.

He opts for the second scenario, releasing the bike with a
decidedly high-pitched scream that would have you laughing if you weren’t so
fearful for his wellbeing. He rolls as he lands, thankfully not hitting his
head or twisting anything as far as you can see.

His bike, however, is a bit worse for wear, slamming down
hard, the frame tweaking.

From his position on the ground, Ryouta groans but as you
reach him you’re thankful it’s more so in embarrassment than because he’s hurt.
You disembark from your bike, allowing it to fall to the ground as you kneel
beside him.

“Ryouta-kun, are you ok?” you ask and he removes the hand
covering his eyes.

Looking at your face he asks, “____-cchi, will you go with
me to get a new bike?”

You’re unsurprised when he buys a BMX, intent on redeeming
himself from his epic fail.

Okay. I’m going to do it. Let’s have Tendo being the new boyfriend of the reader, and while they’re on a date, they meet by accident with Ryota, her ex boyfriend. Like, Tendo goes for 5 mins, and when he returns he’s already talking with his gf and Tendo knows perfectly who he is. Give me some jealous Tendo pleeeease hahaha

So this came out a bit more…angsty and while there is
jealousy it blends more to insecurity which I guess is something that breeds
jealousy. Either way, I hope you like it and thanks for adhering to my call
out! 😊

“Thanks for coming with me Satori-kun! It’s always so much
more fun having someone to go to games with,” you say taking his hand and
squeezing. The red head returns your smile though his is a bit more strained.
He knows you’re a friendly person, good with people and generally the complete
opposite of himself, but he wonders not for the first time why on earth you’re
coming to your ex-boyfriend’s
basketball game? As far as dates go, this one must be on the bottom of his list
of favorites. Scratch that, it’s not even going on the list! He knows he
shouldn’t care, that he can trust you, but when he’d heard where you were going
and who you were going to see, he couldn’t stop himself from saying he would
take you.

The gym is full, basketball fans as far as the eye can see,
pumped and ready for the Winter Cup to begin. Tendo has never had any interest
in the game. A bunch of tall, sweaty guys running back and forth lazily
shooting a ball into a basket? Boring!

“Just you wait and see,” you’d commented when he’d said as
much to you in the train on your way to the arena, “These teams are anything
but boring.”

As you take your seats, rather close to the court he notices
and figures someone must have
arranged for you to have such a good vantage point on, of course, Kaijo High’s
side, Tendo realizes he forgot to take you to the snack stand. Looking at the
time, he figures he can make it there and back before tipoff. Not that he
really cares but he is trying to for your sake; it’s not your fault he’s
bitter, that’s his own issue to deal with.

“I’ll be right back,” he says standing, “gonna go get us
some snacks. Gotta make this trip worthwhile somehow and greasy, sugary arena
food is the way to do it.” He smirks down at you, ruffling your hair and kissing
your pout before leaving.

It takes him a bit longer than he anticipated and he misses
seeing the teams’ entrances catching them on the TV screens scattered
throughout the hallways. What he doesn’t
miss is the roar of the crowd, particularly the squealing screams of the girls
as Kise Ryota, the literal golden boy of Kaijo’s team, makes his way onto the
court. Nearing the front of the line, he’s assessing the menu choices when a
question of, “I wonder who that girl is that Kise is so interested in?” catches
his attention.

Looking back at the screens, his pulse pounds in his ears as
he watches the blonde lean into your space, his face exceptionally to close to
yours and your smile a bit too bright for his liking. Gritting his teeth and
forgetting all about his reason for being where he is, he rushes out of line.

Coming down the stairs, he can see Kise still talking to
you, mouth opening in a laugh, his eyes squinting in mirth at whatever you
said. Tendo clenches his fists unable to stop another type of monster of the green-eyed
variety from emerging. Just who does this guy think he is, touching you like
that! Wait, touching?!

Sure enough, Kise’s hand is on your shoulder, his thumb
tracing back and forth and Tendo can feel his eyes narrowing, a deep inhale of
irritation filling his lungs. Doesn’t he know you have a boyfriend?!

The sudden realization of the possibility that you’ve said
nothing about him quakes Tendo to his soul. Mind racing to worst case scenarios
he feels faint, sitting down heavily on the ground and leaning against the
wall. Maybe he’s just a fool. Maybe you don’t really like him that much and
he’s just a rebound to get over Kise. Who was it that broke the relationship
off again? In his flustered brain, he can’t remember at the moment. You? Him?
Mutual breakup? Does it even really matter?

And what is he,
the “guess monster” compared to golden boy? Tendo doesn’t even play the sport
that made him infamous anymore and here you are, placed right back in front of
someone with fierce ambition and natural talent. A good-looking guy (hey, he
can admit it), taller than him (by only an inch but still) and so freaking sure
of himself. Not to mention his career as a model (really, what do you see in Tendo?), he’s probably filthy rich too.

The sound of the buzzer snaps him out of his haze, prompting
him to stand back up; the game has started. He looks back to your location,
eyes becoming sad when he realizes you’re completely absorbed in the game, not
even turning around to look for him; do you even notice he’s still gone?

Heaving a sigh, Tendo makes his way back down to your seats.
When he sits down, you flash a quick glance at him. “There you are! Did you get
lost or something?” you say teasingly elbowing his side.

Normally, he’d just grin or quip something back at you but
now he can’t help thinking you that you think he’s stupid. But you’re already
looking back at the court, not even noticing his face falling at your light-hearted
jab.

“Go Kise-kun, whoohoo!” you shout, fist up in the air. The
blonde smiles at you, sending a wink your direction and making the girls behind
you swoon. Again, Tendo can’t stop himself comparing you with him and you with
Kise; did you cheer this loudly for him as his
games?

“Aren’t they amazing?” you ask looking up at his face and
finally you see, something’s not right. “Satori-kun? Are you feeling ok? You
look a bit…green.”

Closing his eyes, Tendo takes in a deep breath. He can’t do
it. He can’t sit here and watch and hear you have such a good time cheering
for, encouraging and fawning over your ex-boyfriend; he just…can’t…do it.

Standing up again, he says briskly, “I’m gonna go, I was
right, this is boring me to tears.” His eyes are a little watery and you stand
up as well, grasping his wrist.

“Hey, wait a second, why- “

He wrenches his hand away, startling you as he snaps, “Just
let me go, huh? Have fun watching your golden boy!”

Completely caught off guard by his anger, you hastily
follow, apologizing to people as you trip over their legs in your haste to
catch up with your clearly upset boyfriend.

“Satori-kun, wait!” you call, rushing up and standing in
front of him, hands pushing against his chest to get him to stop moving. “What
on earth is the matter?!?”

You’re unprepared for the vitriolic tone of his voice when
he answers, “You! You’re what’s the matter! This whole, “date”, is what’s the
matter! How can you not know?!”

“Wait? You’re jealous of Kise-kun?” you ask bewildered. “Why
on earth would you be?”

“Oh, don’t give me that! The flirting, the cheering, how can
you stand there and pretend it doesn’t mean anything?!” he shouts.

“Because it doesn’t!” you yell right back. “Flirting? If
you’d take two second to really look you’d see that he was flirting with me
because that is what Kise-kun is! A flirt! That’s part of why I broke up with
him!”

Tendo blinks, dropping his arms and you take the opening,
stepping into his space and placing your hands on his cheeks, looking deep in
his eyes. “That’s one of the things I love most about you, Satori-kun,” you say more softly, “you treat me like I’m the
most important person on earth. Kise…Kise just didn’t know how to turn off. He was always making a scene
wherever we went because of fan girls, never thinking about how his behavior
was affecting me.”

Tendo feels his heart burning, ashamed he’d accused you of
what he did when you were the one who’d been treated unfairly by the blonde.
“Then…then why are you still friends with him?” he asks, finally reaching for
you, hands rested on your waist.

You sigh. “Because we’ve been friends since middle school.
We have a lot of history and even though he hurt me by his behavior I knew he
wasn’t being malicious, he’s just a dumb blonde sometimes.” Tendo snorts and
you grin up at him before going on, “But we had a pretty good friendship and I
guess I wasn’t willing to just throw that away because we’d made the poor
decision to date.”

Drawing you into his arms, Tendo rests his chin against your
head. Very softly you hear him say, “I’m sorry, _____-chan, I just…gosh it hurt
to watch that.”

He feels you nod against his chest. Pulling back, you angle
your head up, getting on tiptoes to kiss him gently. “I’m sorry I hurt you,”
you say.

He shakes his head. “Not your fault, it’s all my own stuff.”
Taking a deep breath, he says, “So, want me to finally get you those snacks and
we can go finish the game?”

You shake your head with a soft smile. “No, they’ll be playing again another
time, let’s just go.” Taking his hand in yours, the two of you make your way out of the arena.

Hiii :DD Can I request Kuroko, Mayuzumi, Kise, Midorima, and Murasakibara camping inside their house, literally they build a tent inside the house (or outside in their garden/yard underneath all the stars lol) and they’re doing sorts of things like playing games, eating, or studying??

What a cute idea! I hope
you don’t mind I took the liberty to add reader-chan as well!

Kuroko: Spending so much
time indoors (save for running during practice) Seirin’s phantom builds a make shift tent
in the small backyard of his family’s home. Tetsuya #2 rather enjoys being able
to run about and roll in the grass while his master does his homework. When you
arrive to his place to go get dinner, you giggle at the sight of man and dog
asleep. Leaving them be, you head to Maji Burger, bringing a to go order of
burgers, fries and Tetsuya’s favorite vanilla shake back to the tent.

Mayuzumi: He doesn’t so
much build a tent, as a nest in his room, piled high with blankets and pillows with
his stack of light novels close by. When you arrive to visit, he does little
more than lift his arm, inviting you to climb into the mass of comfort.
Settling next to him, you open your own book, both of you releasing breaths of
contentment; it’s nice to be with someone who doesn’t need to talk all the
time.

Kise: Thoroughly in tune
with his inner (some may say not inner enough) child, Kise gets it into his
head that erecting a tent in the middle of the living room is a great idea. Calling you up he exclaims, “____-cchi,
come over, we’re going to have an indoor camp night!” Bewildered you show up to
find he’s made a rather large tent using multiple sheets, pillows and couch
cushions. In the middle of said tent are even more pillows and his laptop. “Come
on,” he says eagerly pulling you in, “we’ll watch a movie and eat snacks!”

Midorima: When Midorima
hears a knock at the door, he thinks nothing of it until he hears his mother greeting
you by name. His eyes widen as you enter from the hallway, your expression of
surprise mirroring his as you take in the sight of his room overtaken by frilly
sheets and plushies. “It…this…I…”he stutters only to be cut off by his little
sister adorably calling out, “____-chan! Come into our tent and braid my hair!”

Murasakibara:
Approaching your boyfriend’s house, you’re shocked to see a pop up tent set up
with Mura lying flat on his back inside of it. Nearing the entrance, you call
out and ask him what he’s doing. “Eh? Oh, hi ____-chin, it’s too crowded in
there,” he answers nodding his head backwards towards his house. Ah, his siblings
must all be visiting. Crawling into the tent with him, you lie down as well,
discovering it has a sky light out which you can see the stars. It’s rather
romantic, until you hear Mura start munching on chips.