Follower Appreciation Post #3

To my very dear friend Admin Iwa-chan. Thank you for always being such a great supporter of my work. I know you’ve been having a bit of a rough time of it and I wanted to give you something extra special. I thought about making one massive scene but then decided it would be good to get you a little mix of sweet and spicy with your top fave boys. I really hope you enjoy this and I hope things get better soon!

Semi – Sweet

Despite Tendou’s claim of his inferiority regarding fashion, Semi rather enjoys shopping and taking you–his lovely and ever so sweet girlfriend–to all your favorite places is a treat for him.

“Try this one,” he says, handing you a long skirt, “it will look nice with that halter top I think.”

“You really should change professions, Eita, you’d make a great personal shopper,” you say with a giggle.

“This only works because I know you,” he draws you closer, tickling the small hairs of your ears as he whispers into it, “and your body so well.” He licks the rim making your knees turn to jelly.

With valiant effort, you push away, giving him a half scolding look and a huff of, “Eita, behave.”

He merely grins before turning back to the peruse the racks once more. When you have a sufficient number of items to warrant a trip to the dressing room, Eita finds them and guides you inside; “I’ll be here, just come out and show me the stuff,” he says taking a seat on one of the couches in the waiting area.

You nod, move inside and lock the stall door.

It’s a bit of a long process, first removing your own clothes then putting on and taking off the various frocks he’s found for you but it’s also fun. You laugh together at things that simply do not work (“What was I thinking? That color would look horid on anyone”) and he enjoys the squeals of delight you let out at finding things that look amazing.

All in all, it’s a successful trip, with you acquiring a good number of flowy shirts (“Sleeveless to show off your sexy arms”), short cut pants (“It’s a crime to cover up such sexy calves”) and a few dresses (“We’ll go to that new restaurant that just opened so I can show you off”).

By the end of the afternoon you’re both a bit beat, but happy, having enjoyed the time together. Semi decided to really spoil you by paying for it all despite your protests.

“It’s not a big deal, besides I don’t have anything I like spending money on more than you, so shush.”

Your pout makes him snicker, drawing you closer to his side, his lips finding your ear again; “Or if you’re really worried about it, you can thank me at home in the best suit you own.” He suckles your ear lobe; “Your birthday suit.”

Iwaizumi – Spicy

“And then he yelled at us and I was trying not to cry but it was just so frustrating because nobody is listening!”

Iwaizumi clenches his fist; how dare anyone treat you like this!

He gives your hand a squeeze then stands, rolling his shoulders and stretching.

You look at him, confused. Why isn’t he cuddling you? Holding you tight and telling you things will get better even though at the moment nothing feels like it will ever change?

“Hajime?”

He turns to look at you, his face a mask of thunder; “I’m gonna kick that bastard’s ass,” he says, voice low and dangerous.

But to your ears, it sounds delightful. You stand hurriedly, wrapping your arms around his neck and plant a long, hard kiss to his lips. Momentarily off guard, it takes him a second to react but then his hands are on your ass, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist, settling comfortably on his hips.

He breaks away, leaving a path of hot, wet, lewd kisses on your neck, destination: Cleavage Town.

You gasp as his tongue swirls over the top of your breasts, tilting your head back to give him better access, fire erupting in your veins at the violent tug he gives to one side of your loose collar t-shirt exposing your bra. He licks over your lace cover nipple, drawing it to an almost painful peak making you writhe and whimper; “Ha…Hajime… please… now….”

You feel his wicked, sharp grin against your skin, exhale a sigh of relief when he settles you back on the couch only to draw the breath back in a sharp inhale when he actually rips your shirt and bra clean off leaving your top half exposed.

“Damn minx, distracting me,” he growls, eyes roving appreciatively over your disheveled state, lips parted and slick from his kisses.

You give him a sly grin of your own; “I just thought of a better use for that energy. Plus, endorphins are good mood boosters you know.”

Iwaizumi chuckles as he removes his shirt, tight abs and perfect pecs coming into view making your mouth water. He grins at you licking your lips; “See something you like?”

You merely nod, crook your finger in a come hither motion that sends him to his knees. He leans forward, capturing your nipple with his lips and sucks, palming the other breast roughly drawing a moan of his name.

“I hope you’re ready baby,” he grunts, shirking off your shorts and drawing your legs around his head, settling between your thighs, “I’m gonna make you see so many stars, Shittykawa will be jealous.”

Your laughter morphs into a moan at his first lick. The angle is a bit awkward with you half lying on the couch but he makes you forget all about the discomfort, all about the asshole at work, all about anything but the feel of his tongue lapping at your creamy center.

Kiyoshi / Aomine – Blistering

It’s another blisteringly hot day sending you moaning to lay your head in the freezer. The relief is temporary and only for your face at best but at the moment it feels like heaven.

“Oi! Shut that door, the ice cream’ll melt!” Aomine’s voice calls from the couch.

You sigh, slamming the door and flop into a chair dramatically; “But it’s sooooo hot,” you whine. Your head tips back as you fan your face which does little good since all you have around you in hot air. The feel of more heat and wet against the side of your neck coupled with the press of a very hard and hot body against you makes you gasp.

Aomine swirls his tongue around the curve of your ear, his teeth nipping your lobe then doubles back to where it started on the side of your neck, lapping at your skin. One hand keeps him from laying his full weight upon you, gripping the edge of the chair, while the other slides under your shirt, up your stomach and lands on your braless breast, his fingers pinching the nipple.

“Daiki… fuck… it’s too… hot…” you pant, both from heat and from, well, heat.

“If you can’t beat the heat, fuck it,” he grunts, still working a good size hickey into your flesh.

“Damn it, Daiki, I can’t wear sweaters in this heat, you can’t mark me up there!” you protest, though your body betrays your pleas, your head tipping back to give him more access to overheated skin, your chest pressing harder into his own.

“What a sight to come home to.” Kiyoshi sounds amused as he goes through the motions of his homecoming routine: keys on the hook, shoes in the rack, bag in the bench; “Guess I’ll have to put these in the freezer for later.”

You hear the rustle of plastic, crack open your eyes and find he’s stopped by the little shop on the corner on his way home and brought back popsicles.

Aomine glances at the bag then back to you; “I can think of something less cold and much harder I want these pretty lips to wrap around.” His thumb trails over your bottom lip.

“Agreed but that would require much less clothing and perhaps a change in location? I was thinking… cold shower?” Kiyoshi suggests, the sound of silk sliding against silk signaling the removal of his tie.

“Usually I take a cold one to settle this down,” Aomine says palming at the front of his protruding nylon shorts, “but I think princess here is gonna pass out without any help from us if we don’t cool her down some.”

You nod, taking in deep breaths of hot oxygen and wishing for a random thunderstorm. Even a hot rain would be preferable to this heat wave.

Aomine stands, pulling you up with him and throw you over his shoulder; “Fuck you are soaked and not even in a fun way,” he complains.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, idiot,” you snap back.

Kiyoshi’s chuckle rumbles out drawing your attention to him. He’s remove his dress shirt, leaving him in slacks and an undershirt, the latter of which gets removed next and tossed into the hamper.

You mouth fuck and he gives you that wicked grin not too many people have seen; the one that turns your legs to jelly or rather, lets you know that’s what’s coming.

Aomine sets you down roughly, whipping off his shirt and pushing his shorts to the ground leaving him fully naked to your and Kiyoshi’s roving eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I know I’m gorgeous, can we get to dunking and fucking now?” Aomine asks.

You huff but remove your own clothes, tossing them to join Kiyoshi’s in the hamper, Aomine’s left on the floor because he can pick up his own shit thank you very much.

Kiyoshi removes his pants, then pulls you into his arms. He’s hot and sticky but you’re past the point of caring, especially when he’s kissing you like this, his tongue coiling round your own, sucking the tip. His fingers trail lightly over your skin making you shiver despite the extreme heat but the feel of his large hands cupping your breasts makes you melt once more.

The sound of water hits your ears just as Aomine’s hand smacks your ass; “Oi, get in here,” he grunts.

He all but tosses you into the shower, it’s frigid spray making you shriek but it feels so good. You allow the water to pound onto your face cooling it down. It heats right back up when you turn around, open your eyes and find your boyfriends kissing heavily, Aomine groping Kiyoshi’s fine ass while his own hands rake through Aomine’s short cropped hair.

“Fuck that’s hot,” you breathe.

Aomine pulls away, giving a grin; “Yeah, we know. You ready to join us princess?”

For answer, you shove your way between the two of them, surrounding yourself with hard, hot, and heavy, the smell of their musk thick in your nostrils but you love it. You lean up on tiptoes, catching Aomine’s mouth with yours, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth. Behind you, Kiyoshi’s hands find your ass, palming and kneading the flesh making you moan into Aomine’s mouth.

“Why do you have to be so damn short?” Aomine complains, pulling the tap to turn off the water and shoving you back out of the shower, cutting off your sounds of protest with another searing kiss.

He hoists you up, carrying you to the bed and heedless of your still wet body dumps you on it, covering you with kisses.

You reach for Kiyoshi only to find him seated in the chair you’d placed in the bedroom for the times one of you just want to watch. He sees your pout and smiles; “It’s too hot for both of us baby, I don’t want you to overheat. Let Aomine take care of you, I like watching.”

That little admission has you heating up no matter what and you moan against the feel of Aomine’s teeth against the side of your throat. Against your skin he asks, “Front or back?” His question, you know, isn’t for you; it’s for Kiyoshi. The fact he even asks shows how far he’s come in curbing some of his innate selfishness since the three of you initially got together.

“Front, I wanna see her pretty face when she comes,” Kiyoshi replies, lazily stroking his half hard cock.

“Sounds good,” Aomine agrees, roughly placing you into position on hands on knees. His fingers trail over your pussy, rubbing your clit; “So wet baby, you want it that bad? You want my cock? You want me to fuck you, let Kiyoshi watch you fall apart?”

“Yes, fuck me please Daiki,” you moan.

“As you wish princess.” He presses the tip of his dick to your entrance, levels himself then pushes forward, bottoming out.

“Fuck!” you scream.

“That’s the idea,” Aomine chuckles. His hand wraps in your hair, tugging your head up. “Open your eyes, give Kiyoshi the show he so desperately wants.” You comply but it’s half hearted. Kiyoshi’s looking at the two of you with such open desire it makes your heart burn. Aomine sees it too; “Yeah, look at him, look how hard he is for you, for us. We’re making him feel good just by being together, isn’t that awesome? Look at that dick, don’t you just wanna lick it, let him fuck your face?”

“Yes, please,” your eyes meet Kiyoshi’s, “Teppei, let me suck your cock, please.”

“Well since you asked so nicely,” he says, standing and making his way to the bed.

Aomine repositions you to a better angle, releases your hair to allow your head to fall forward. You mouth at Kiyoshi’s cock, slicking it up with your tongue before drawing him eagerly in, filling your mouth as much as you can.

“Fuck that’s so hot,” Aomine breathes into your ear, watching as you suck.

Kiyoshi grunts, runs one hand through your hair to gather it at the nape of your neck while the other you know is rubbing over Aomine’s. The sound of wet, sloppy kisses fills your ears mixing well with the slick of your lips sliding over Kiyoshi’s dick. A wet pop, then your head is roughly tugged up, Kiyoshi’s tongue invading your mouth as he kisses you breathless, all while Aomine fucks into you, his hand smacking your ass for good measure.

“You look so beautiful,” Kiyoshi compliments, trailing a delicate touch over your cheek; “I love you.”

“I… love you… too,” you gasp; “And you Daiki, I… I love… I love you!”

Aomine keeps pounding, bringing himself to completion and filling you up.

He pulls out, spilling cum on the bedspread. Kiyoshi licks his lips, flips you to your back and buries his face between your legs. It doesn’t take him long to make you come, focusing all the attention of his tongue to your clit, lapping up the mess left by your and Aomine’s fuck fest.

Your legs are still shaking, your whole body is really, when you finally come back down to earth and watch with hazed eyes the sight of Aomine Daiki on his knees of all places sucking down Kiyoshi’s cock.

Kiyoshi’s fingers clench Aomine’s hair, tugging roughly as he pistons himself in his mouth; it’s much rougher than when he’s with you.

“Fu… fuck Daiki, your mouth’s good for some else beside running.”

Aomine mumbles something that sounds like “shut up” but his mouth is full of dick you so can’t be sure.

You’re still over sensitive but this sight is too good not to be fully enjoyed and you find your fingers pressing against your clit, rubbing in soft, slow circles at first until you can’t help but match the rhythm of Aomine’s bobbing head.

“That’s it, make yourself cum,” Kiyoshi groans watching you touch yourself, the commentary both for your and Aomine’s benefit; “Rub that clit, let me see how much watching Daiki letting me fuck his face turns you on.”

“Teppei… Daiki… fu… fuck!” You come again and so does Kiyoshi, pulling out to spray his load on Aomine’s chest.

The three of you stay motionless, you on your back, Kiyoshi standing and Aomine on his knees.

It’s the latter who says, “Now we really do need a shower.”

Hey love, if you feel like doing some NSFW, I would LOVE a continuation for the scenario you did when you did the NSFW-Alphabet, (The one where you chose from Anons letters D & O) – because oh boy, I am thirsty for Kiyoshi, and I am not ashamed to admit it :D

PART ONE

Your allow yourself to be guided, the center of your slick heat hovering over Kiyoshi’s waiting mouth. He licks his lips, inhales your scent as he noses against you making you squirm.

He wants to tease you, it’s so much fun, but you were so good to him, giving him what he needed when he needed it and it’d be cruel to not return the favor.

He slides down a bit, getting a better angle then tilting his head upward, opens his mouth and takes a long slow lick.

“Teppei,” you moan, falling forward to grip the arm of the couch.

He grins, sticks out his tongue and wiggles the tip against your clit, earning a sharp gasp. He palms your ass, pulling you flush against his face, burying his tongue into you.

“Fu…fuck Tep, god…. oh goooddd.. just like that! Yes!”

Your praise, wrung out in gasps and moans, has his dick firming up in little time at all. He can’t wait to bend you over that arm, smack your ass while he pounds into you.

His pace increases as this new vision grows clearer and he doubles his effort to get you off, not just so you have release, but so he can too…preferably into you.

Kiyoshi Teppei – Good Enough

Sentence Prompt Request: Kiyoshi with “Am I not good enough?” With the reader asking that. You can end it however. It can be angsty or fluffy at the end. Thank you!

“I just,” he looked away, seeming to gather strength which looked odd on someone so big. He forced his eyes to yours. “I just need to go back.”

The words hit you like a freight train. Your heart hurt, ached with pain comparable to being stabbed and no less deadly.

He was better. So much so, apparently, that he felt called back to the court. To his team. To Japan.

Away from you.

“Am I-,” your voiced cracked under the strain of your hurt. You swallowed, blinking back tears. “Am I not good enough?”

Kiyoshi’s eyes welled with his own tears. He shook his head, loosening them to roll down his cheeks. “It’s not that, but-”

“Bullshit, Kiyoshi!” you spat, anger suddenly flooding your chest. He recoiled at your hostility, widened eyes releasing more tears. “If I was enough for you, you wouldn’t need them! Or is it…her?” You’d heard so much about Seirin, so much about Riko, that you couldn’t help the accusation falling from parted lips panting for breath as the weight of grief settled against your chest.

Kiyoshi faltered, hands outstretched seemingly to draw you close but you took a step back, fumbling for the door knob but you weren’t quick enough and his hands settled on your shoulders. But what you once fondly thought of as anchors – as security – felt like vices squeezing pain deep into your bones.

“________, please, look at me. I don’t want to leave with things like this, I don’t want..I’m not ending anything, I just need to be there.”

You looked up at him, pain burning in your eyes. “It won’t work.”

“Why? Why can’t we try?” he asked, voice low, trying for persuasion.

You shook your head, turned the knob and opened the door to step out of his embrace and into the cold, empty hall. “Because I know me. Plus, if I wasn’t good enough for you to stay, I won’t be good enough for you when you’re gone.”

Before he could protest further you turned and ran, tears finally flowing free.

Well this isn’t really a request, but I’m curious to know who you think from all the characters would be fine with having a chubbyplus sized girlfriend? Sorry if this is against the rules. I love this blog so much and all the amazing admins

imagine-knb:

Hey yo! This is totally fine as far as I’m concerned ;).

Being a chubby/plus size woman, I can identify with this for sure.

As much as we (maybe I should say ‘I’ cause I can’t speak for all imagines writers/bloggers) would love to be able to say “oh hey, ALL characters would be cool with whatever body, etc” if we’re going for any sense of realistic possibilities, not everyone is going to be attracted to the same type of body.

We can write scenarios for those characters when they are specifically asked for (the point of fantasy is to indulge right?) but with a question like this, I don’t have a problem giving specific names and reasons why.

You may disagree and that’s cool, but this is my opinion on this question. Fellow admins, feel free to add your own to the list if you want to.

Ok, that was a long disclaimer, on to the answers! I tried these as head canons – Admin Jade

Kagami

His is the first face that popped into my mind when I read this question.

We know homeboy loves to cook (and eat) and so having someone who appreciates both would be amazing to him.

He’s a BIG guy, so having someone who can handle a little, well, man-handling (once the poor boy gets over his nerves) is great for him.

Loves your curves, like seriously, he’ll drool. Hands on your hips always. Loves that they fit his palm.

Loves you in well fitted dresses that show case them. Kagami is an alpha so I picture him appreciating a softer (both in body and spirit) feminine girl who will let him take care of her.

Kiyoshi

Another big and tall who likes a girl with some meat on her bones.

Loves that he can hug you tight without fear of breaking you.

Picks you up all the time. Like, he just whips you into his arms and makes you feel petite.

Big on body praise and I’m not just talking about during sex. He’ll find one thing (probably more) every day that he compliments you on and it’s not superficial or contrived, he means every word.

Wants you healthy, but isn’t worried about your figure being big. If your insides are working like they’re supposed to, he’s happy.

Murasakibara

Another boy who loves that you share an appreciation for good food – as long as you don’t take his snacks.

Loves it if you cook (or rather specifically bake) for him bringing food to practice and games so he doesn’t have to worry about getting it himself.

Will cook/bake with you at home, though you end up doing most of the work cause homeboy is lazy but he will actually compliment your food (as long as it’s actually good).

He’s not exactly delicate so having someone who won’t break if he gets a bit rough and handsy is perfect for him.

Hayama

He loves the softness and warmth of your body and will snuggle you like a damn cat. Seriously, get ready for a lot of affection cause this boy’s gonna give it to ya.

Still wants someone who will engage in physical activity with him (not just of the bedroom variety *wink*) but doesn’t push you too hard. He, like Kiyoshi, wants you healthy but doesn’t need someone athletic.

Actually really enjoys shopping with you. He loves picking out stuff you normally wouldn’t choose just to see how it looks and because of that you usually end up finding something that completely surprises you.

Has the biggest grin on his face with you on his arm, like “Yeah, this fine piece of ass is mine, what?” He’s just so proud to be with someone so sexy.

Aomine

We know it’s canon that this boy loves the boob so a girl with a little something extra is going to catch his attention.

Wearing tight ass jeans and a halter top will get him stopping in his tracks.

Much as he is a boob man, he loves grabbing your ass. Doesn’t matter what you’re wearing (or where you are honestly) one or both of those large hands will end up on your derriere.

Constantly pulls you into his lap. He likes the feel of your weight on him, it makes him feel both secure (though he’ll never admit it out loud) and powerful in a way he doesn’t quite understand but he likes it and consistently wants to feel that.

As bad as he is with expressing himself verbally, you will hear, “Damn, you’re so hot” or “Sexy as hell” or some variation of that from him almost every day. He just can’t keep it inside.

So there you have it! Admin Jade’s opinion on which characters (there were more but this was already getting long) would not only be fine with having a plus size girlfriend, but would more than likely actively seek one out. I hope you enjoyed them and know that you are beautiful baby!

Hey! May I request a nsfw scenario for Kiyoshi, were he takes the reigns, believing in multiple orgasms, being a little dominant while still being his charming self? Kekdjfjt that would be superb.

baesketballers:

Sinning on a Sunday! I feel so filthy, guys. Filthy ahead. Filthy ahead.

Fem!Reader ahead

Long business trips are sure to drive anyone… hungry.

You let him part your thighs with his big, strong hands, moaning unabashedly thanks to the safety confines of your hotel room when he dives in, lips seeking out the moistness between your legs. There’s a reason why he asked you to immediately meet him at a hotel and not at home—and not just any regular hotel, to boot—Kiyoshi wants what is his, and he wants it immediately.

You realize that he hasn’t even packed out of his suitcase, but who cares when he has his mouth against your core, licking and sucking with utmost passion as if he lives to eat you. You let out a silent cry when he moves up to your clit, playing with the sensitive nub as his fingers graze your entrance, deliberately bringing you faster to the edge. Your fingers rake his hair, unconsciously pushing his face impossibly closer you, to which your lover let out a chuckle that vibrates against your pussy. You curse.

“So eager,” he purrs, only neglecting his task on your clit for a second. His usually easygoing disposition is replaced with one that is brimming with lust and urgency, because although he has only been deprived of sex for one week, his want for you is uncontrollable. Kiyoshi groans, adding another finger inside of you to work you up even further. He decides to let out his own noises when he feels your insides tightening upon hearing them.

“Cum for me, babe,” he murmurs, tongue slurping at your juices. You cry out, hips gyrating against his face as if it has a mind of its own. “Yeah, that’s right, scream for me,” and with his encouragements and the onslaught on your sensitive cunt, you throw your head back, reaching orgasm faster than you have ever before—the only positive consequence of being left alone for too long. Kiyoshi smirks heartily as he watches you unravel, eyes half-lidded and unfocused, lips utterly kissed and raw, the apex of your thighs damp with the aftereffects of your climax.

When you regain some control of your consciousness, you hear the close of a drawer and a faint buzz, dismissing it as your mind’s trick—until you see him approaching the foot of the bed, his suit messed up and hair even more so, with a small pink device in his hand.

“Teppei,” you sigh, half in protest and half in desire. He smiles down at you as if you’re having a perfectly normal day, like you’re not lying entirely naked on a bed in a love hotel, like he doesn’t feel the almost painful tightness in his pants.

He descends on top of you, straddling you with his knees on both sides of your body, and then he lowers the vibrator ever so carefully to touch the tip of your nipple. Kiyoshi watches with delight as you squirm beneath him, your knuckles turning white after grasping the sheets for so long.

“You can let it out,” he says when he sees you bite your lip, slowly dragging a finger from your collarbone to your stomach, keeping the vibrator steady in his hand. “Every single room here is soundproofed, every window covered in one-way vision film. I could fuck you against it right now and nobody would know,” he chuckles, the image burning in his mind. Maybe he will, later.

“Why are you—ah! Ngh,—what’s gotten into you?” You ask, panting.

“I missed you so bad, that’s why,” he declares, leaning down to capture a nipple in his mouth, the vibrator in his hand abandoning the other as it slowly journey’s south. A shiver wrecks your body as you feel the device resting against your mound, not quite touching you there yet, but Kiyoshi diligently laps at your breast, doing more than enough to rile you up.

“Fuck, Teppei,” you whimper when he inserts the device in you, his hand immediately grabbing your rear. He revels in the way your flesh feels in his palm, kneading you however he wishes. It doesn’t take long for you to come again, especially with the things he whispers in your ear and the touch of his hand against your breasts and rump. He lets you breathe for a minute or two, removing the vibrator from your core before hurriedly taking off his pants—your lust-clouded consciousness commands your hands to work on his shirt, and the garment is not abandoned quickly enough.

Nevertheless, he is as bare as you now, and you find yourself running your hands up and down his chiseled torso while whispering “please please please”, begging for his cock to sink into you. He has his hands on your hips, gently guiding him to your entrance before thrusting in, the two of you sharing a loud, satisfied moan.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, _________,” he sighs as he begins to thrust in and out of you. Greed bubbles up your throat, and with all your inhibitions gone, you moan out his name, peppering his jaw with kisses and nibbles and sinful confessions of wanting more. He gives it to you, panting with each piston of his hips, watching as his cock sinks into you over and over again.

“I’m going to make you cum,” he says in between thrusts, “seven times,” he groans as you tighten up around him, “one for each day without you.” You let out a squeal at his determined announcement, followed by a louder yelp as you feel him thrust into a sweet spot. The faint squelching sound grows louder as you let yourself drown into the pleasures of sex, getting wetter and wetter by the second. He knows it, too, by the look on your face—you have unbridled greed in your eyes, your mouth open, breasts bouncing with each rhythmic slap of his hips into you.

“Only seven?” You pant out, biting your lip bottom lip in excitement when you see danger flash in your lover’s eyes.

Good thing he booked the room for two nights.

Is it alright if I indulge a bit and ask for a Blind Date? Thank you…⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

Of course darling! I’m sorry this is so late!

This has got to be, by far, the strangest date you’ve ever been on.

“If you’ll take my hand, I’ll lead you to your table,” the hostess requests.

Swallowing your nerves, you do as asked, clasping what you’re sure is a rather sweaty palm in her own but if so, she doesn’t say anything. With a gentle smile, she leads into the completely pitch black room, the light on her headband the only source of guidance.

You reach your destination with no mishaps and settle into your seat.

“Your dinner companion will be arriving shortly, the meal has been prearranged, we hope you have a good time,” she says before leaving.

Bouncing your knee, you wait, a bit anxious but the murmur of voices around you starts to calm your nerves. You must be in a booth because while you can hear voices, you can’t determine the actual words of their conversations.

“Here you go sir.” The hostess’s voice makes you jump.

“Thank you,” a deep voice returns and you feel your heart rate pick up. He must be tall, slightly barrel chested you consider for his voice to be that low. Something tells you he’s handsome too.

“Good evening,” he offers across to you.

“Hi, I’m-”

“Ah, ah! No names yet,” he chuckles. “It heightens the anticipation, don’t you think?”

Momentarily unsure, you cock one eyebrow, huffing a nearly silent laugh when you realize he can’t see it. “Fine by me,” you finally supply.

As the meal is laid before you, simple finger foods you’re told by the waiter to avoid lawsuits involving forks and unfortunate accidental stabbings, you and your literally blind date go about the business of getting to know everything about one another aside from your names.

You speak of your love for writing and watching anime while he expounds on his basketball obsession.

“I play center,” he offers when you ask for more details.

“Oh, that’s cool! Maybe I can come see you play some time,” you say excitedly.

You can hear the smile in his voice when he replies, “I’m sure I’d like that very much.”

Eventually your meal is over and it’s time for the big reveal.

“Ready for the light?” he asks.

You nod, again forgetting he can’t see you, hastily adding, “Yes!”

There’s a click and you’re momentarily blinded but as your eyes adjust you take in a strong jaw, soft smile and gentle brown eyes. He has brown hair, slightly tousled but somehow neat.

“Hi,” he says, waving cutely. “I’m, Kiyoshi Teppei, it’s nice to officially meet you…”

“_______,” you say in an exhale.

You were right; he’s really handsome.

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Kagami

He knew something was wrong when you texted him back right away that you’d be home in ten minutes. Flying to the kitchen, he hurriedly starts preparing your favorite treat then amends that idea to cooking a full blown comfort and home cooked meal. Savory and sweet scents greet you as you walk through the door, eyes red-rimmed and nose sniffling.

“Go get cleaned up, dinner’ll be ready soon,” Kagami advises, stirring the pot.

You make some nonsensical noise, a thank you he thinks, and do as told.

Kagami sighs, looking at the mess in the kitchen, a bigger one than he’d normally make thanks to his rush, but he hopes you’ll be able to taste the love he has for you in what he’s prepared for your post break up meal.

Kiyoshi

The slam of the door makes him jump but when Kiyoshi’s eyes land on you, the disheveled and disarrayed format of your hair, your clothes-

“What happened?” he asks standing from the couch and moving quickly to your side. He’s unprepared when you fling yourself into his chest, finger curling against the fabric of his shirt and a deep, loud sob wrenching from your throat.

Immediately his arms, strong and secure, land around you, one hand petting your hair as he murmurs soft words of support in your ear.

Gently he draws you to the couch, laying down on his back with you on top of him and can only pray you don’t notice the thunderous way his heart is beating at he holds you while you cry. Now is not the time for you to realize it’s been beating this way for you for a long time.

Miyaji (Yuuya)

The sound of your crying has Miyaji’s teeth on edge.

You’ve been like this every night for a week and if you’re not crying you’re walking around looking like an extra from The Walking Dead. But he’s out of his depth, completely unsure how to help you and wanting nothing more than to murder the person who broke your heart.

Knocking at the door of your room, he waits for your approval to enter. It comes in the form of a grunt but he takes it anyway, twisting the knob and walking inside. It’s dark, save for the glow of your phone screen as you endlessly scroll through your social feed, pictures of them undoubtedly flooding your vision.

Gritting his teeth, he snaps the phone from your grasp, plants himself before you and says, “Enough is enough. They aren’t worth any more tears. They’re an idiot.” You look at him with wide, sad eyes and he sighs, allowing himself to do what he’d refrained from for so long; he reaches out and touches your face, thumbing away tears that continue to fall. “Don’t make me throw a pineapple at you,” he mutters. There’s a beat of silence and then he hears a sound he’s longed to for the entire week; your laughter.

Mibuchi

“What you need,” Mibuchi says, voice light and airy despite the heaviness he feels in his heart, “is to make them realize what they’ve lost.” Your protests fall on deaf ears as he drags you out of bed, throws somewhat decent clothes at you and goes on, “Get dressed, we’re going out.”

Then he drags you to a salon where you get pampered and primped. Massage, hair washing, cut and color, manicure, pedicure, he has it all done and pays for everything despite your admonishment that he’s doing too much.

“Nothing’s too much for you,” he insists, smile bright.

When you’re done there, he takes you to another store, buys you a new outfit that is perfectly tailored to you and then drags you out on the town.

“But I don’t want to see them,” you whine.

“I was mostly joking about that part,” he admits, guiding you by your elbow to a fancy restaurant you know is out of your price range. “This was all about getting you to understand you’re worth far more than they ever treated you.” His eyes get serious. “You’re a wonderful person and if they couldn’t appreciate that, well, it’s their loss and…someone else’s gain.”

He can’t quite get himself to admit he hopes it’s his own but that may come…all in due time.

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Kiyoshi

“Why do you always follow us around? Nobody wants to hang out with you!’

“Yeah, just go away!”

Kiyoshi’s tender heart ached, unclear on how and why kids could be so cruel to each other. But then he remembered Hanamiya and figured things could definitely be worse. His first impulse was, of course, to do what he could to help the meaner kids see the error of their ways, but he also knew he couldn’t force people to be friends.

Instead, he waited until they were all out of sight, then called to the boy who’d received such nasty remarks, asking him to help with prepping for the lab if he wasn’t busy.

They worked in silence until Kiyoshi said gently, “You know what they said isn’t true, right? They don’t know everything or everybody.”

The boy shrugged, eyes still on the floor.

Sighing, Kiyoshi considered how he could help, if at all.

“Have you thought about joining a club?”

He shook his head. “I’m not good at anything.”

“Now, I know that’s not true. Did you play any sports in junior high?”

“No, but I played shogi a lot, mostly at home with my dad though.”

“That’s perfect! I think you should join the club, see how well you fair.”

A week later, he spied the same boy smiling as he chatted with his group of fellow shogi players. When he saw his sensei he waved wildly, face beaming and Kiyoshi waved back.

Hanamiya

Hanamiya, as unlikely a candidate to become a teacher as anyone had ever seen, watched the proceedings from a dark corner of the hall. It was the same old story, the strong preying upon the weak and despite all the years gone by, he still tended to side with the strong. But as the sniffling boy made way by him to clean up in the bathroom, he couldn’t stop from saying, “Anyone who can’t stand up for themselves is trash.” When he looked up, his sensei went on, “Do you want to always be known as trash?” He shook his head. “Then learn how to fight back. Better yet, beat them to the punch.”

Mibuchi

“You’re so ugly a dog wouldn’t kiss you!”

“Did your mom do your hair with a hand mixer?”

Cruel laughter rang out in the hall mixed with the whimpers of the poor girl being berated by the “popular” girls. She tried to move away but they continually blocked her path, hurling insults like poisoned flowers.

Their beratement halted abruptly as a deep voice behind them said, “Do you know what’s ugly? Bullying. Bullying is one of the most despicable things in existence.”

They turned, eyes wide at the sight of Mibuchi-sensei leaning against the wall, filing his fingernails. When he looked up, his eyes were hard. “Ugly words come back tenfold on those who expel them, so I suggest if you want to keep your pretty faces pretty, you stop using your lips for such an ugly purpose.”

Hayama

“You can’t do anything right! Why do you even play this sport?”

“Do us all a favor and quit!”

Hayama clenched his jaw, working to keep his temper in check. If there was one thing that frustrated him more than anything else with being a teacher, it was trying to mold the kids into better people than the ones he and his generation had been. He knew it was impossible to reach all of them but things like that made him feel like the failure.

And that made him angry.

“Nobody’s perfect their first week, not even you two!” he snapped, flinging the basketball in his hands towards one of the offenders. The boy flubbed it, sending the ball bouncing away.

“See? Now stop nitpicking each other to death and do some actual practicing!”

They scampered off, muttering to themselves about sensei being too uptight. Hayama smiled; he could take the gossip and the taunts, the attitudes and the death glares. After all, he had the power to give them many, many more laps in they kept acting out.

Nebuya

“That’s mine! My mom made it for me, give it back!”

Nebuya halted in his steps, turning in the direction of the ruckus emanating from the classroom. Popping his large head in, he spied two boys playing keep away from a girl, tossing her bento box back and forth above her head and laughing.

Considering his options, he settled upon a plan.

Walking through the door with a seemingly jovial laugh he said loudly, “Awwww, if you boys were hungry for attention all you had to do was ask! I have plenty of things you can do to expel some of that energy!”

He grabbed the bento, handing it to the sniffling girl and patting her head gently with his massive hand before throwing his arms around the two perpetrators and tugging them into the hall.

“I think we’ll start with you cleaning all the chalkboards on this floor!”

Nijimura

“Give me your homework or else.”

“But…you copied me last week and if we keep doing this we’re gonna get caught!”

A rough grab of the girl’s sweater made her gasp. “Only if you keep wasting time, now shut up and give me the damn papers!”

Nijimura stepped forward, releasing the boy’s hold on her and stared down at him. “Those who can’t do for themselves or face the consequences of their own inaction are destined for failure.” He leaned down, eyes hard. “I suggest you alter your behavior…or else.”

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iii. Living Space ft. Kiyoshi Teppei

Rustic, cozy, although he might still live in the middle of the city to pursue his career or studies

He likes to take care of plants, read, or listen to music in his free time

A lot of people who visit jokes that the place looks like it was decorated by his grandparents. While he is an old soul overall, that joke is part-true: a lot of the things he owns around the house are hand-me-downs from his grandparents

Warm blankets are essential for rainy days and cold weather

Love!!!! I just want to get in there and snuggle!

Iwamura, Kiyoshi, Nebuya, and Okamura having bad days and being loved on by their small cute s/o.

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Kiyoshi

The sway of the subway made his eyes heavy but Kiyoshi couldn’t relax, going over and over his last conversation with you. As much as he knew it impossible, humans are flawed after all, he always tried to make sure not to let the day’s irritations bleed into how he treated you. But today, today had been really bad. He’d missed the subway and been late to physical therapy which was always oh so much fun but this round had been terrible. His knee throbbed, his back hurt, and it felt like everything he’d tried to do had gone to crap.

Then you’d called to check on what he wanted for dinner and he snapped. Over nothing, he all but growled for you to figure it out yourself.

The subway came to a stop and he stood, making his way slowly up the stairs and onto the street. When he reached home, he winced, certain he wasn’t emotionally stable enough to properly apologize but you didn’t deserve that.

He’d barely touched his key to the lock, when you opened the door. But instead of the look of anger or sadness he was expecting, you smiled warmly and embraced him around his waist. Somewhat startled, he hesitated but then drapped his arms around your back. The two of you stood there for a moment, just breathing in the scent of one another.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled against the crown of your head.

“I know, it’s ok, come on, dinner’s ready.”

Grabbing his hand, you led him through the living room to the dining table upon which sat red bean buns and salad. He pulled you up short, sliding his arms around your waist and burying his face against your neck, practically engulfing your small frame. Sometimes he forgot how drastic your height differences were. “I don’t deserve you,” he muttered.

He felt you inhale, hands caressing over his own. “We all have bad days, Teppei,” you replied, giving them a squeeze. “I don’t expect you to be perfect all the time, that’s impossible.”

He nodded against your skin, planting a kiss to the nape of your neck.

“Now, come on, let’s eat before these get cold and then we’ll ice your knee while I give you a massage.”

Nebuya

Finally home, Nebuya collapsed on the couch with a long, loud sigh. He didn’t think days could be this bad. How was he going to tell you he’d lost his job? And for something that wasn’t really even his fault! At least, not that he broken that stuff on purpose! His large body just didn’t work in small places and the boxes were stacked too close together to begin with. He sighed again, hand covering his eyes. It wasn’t even that he liked the job all that much, but money was tight and he needed to pull his own weight.

When the door opened again, his removed his hand, watching as you hung up your keys and toed off your shoes. Turning, you exclaimed, “Eikichi! I didn’t expect you to be home yet, did you get off early?”

Nebuya felt his throat go dry, dread of what he had to confess welling up in his chest and it must have shown in his expression because you were hurrying towards him, concern etched on your face.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” you asked taking one of his large hands in both of yours. He stared at them, marveling again at how he could engulf both so easily.

Forcing himself to look up, he grunted, “I…I got let go.”

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, it wasn’t like you were an unreasonable person, but he couldn’t keep his eyes from widening when you moved forward to kiss him. As you caressed his cheek, he leaned into your touch, thankful you were so understanding.

“They didn’t treat you well there, sweetie. It’ll be ok, you’ll find another job.” His eyes met yours again and saw them brighten. “Why don’t you go back to that gym? Maybe they have a position open now!”

He nodded, feeling the tightness in his chest loosen the long you stroked his face.

Standing, you tugged at his hand. “Come on, we’re going out for ramen and ice cream. You need a pick me up!”

He stood, throwing his arms around your waist and drawing you into a huge hug, your feet lifting off the ground making you giggle. “All I need for a pick me up is to pick you up,” he said and your bright easy laughter melted the rest of his stress away.

Okamura

He was sure if he didn’t get home soon, he was going to lose it. It felt like everything and everyone one he encountered were determined to make his day get worse and worse. And the kids had been especially troublesome, some tiff between the captain and vice captain causing a divide that he had no idea how to fix for his team. It made him question whether he should even continue coaching.

Bursting through the door, he all but slammed down his bag, chest heaving as he tried to will away the urge to break down.

“Kenichi, sweetheart, is that you?”

He looked up to watch your lilith figure make way towards where he leaned against the door, barely keeping his tears at bay. When you reached him, he almost shied away, ashamed you were seeing him so weak. Not that you weren’t already aware of his proclivity to be emotional, but it still made him uncomfortable from time to time.

Without a word, you knelt down, untying his sneakers and removing them. You slipped on his house shoes, standing on tiptoe to plant a kiss to his cheek.

“I’m going to get a hot bath started for you,” you said spinning on your heel to head to the bathroom. “You go get out of those clothes and it’ll be ready soon enough.”

Okamura did as told, shuffling to your shared room and stripping down. He already felt a bit calmer just by removing some remnants of a thoroughly screwed up day. Landing heavily on the bed, he waited until you called him to the bathroom.

“Now, get in there and relax, I’m going to cook dinner and if you want to, we can talk about it. If not, that’s ok too.”

He sighed a thanks, easing his large body carefully into the tub but he needn’t worry; you always got the temperature just right and filled it just enough so that he was covered but not overflowing the edge.

He didn’t know what he’d done to obtain the luck that made you his, but he thanked the stars he did.

Iwamura

Shoulders dipped and head hung low, Iwamura made his way home on the train, tugging loose the uncomfortable tie around his neck. Why couldn’t he find a distributor of suits more…well…suited to his large frame? He rubbed his temple, trying to will his headache to go away. The day had been hell, his manager making yet another stupid call on a project and when he’d given his opinion had basically been told to keep his mouth shut; and it wasn’t the first time. How the guy had obtained his position, Iwamura had no idea. He was clueless, constantly making bad decisions then blaming the inevitable poor outcome on those below him.

As his stop came into view, his eyes widened at the sight of you, standing on the platform.

He exited, making his way quickly to your side. Before he could ask, you had your arms around his neck, lips planting a kiss to his own. Pulling back he cupped your face, looking down into your eyes. “What…what are you doing here?” he asked quietly.

“You sounded like you could use a night of relaxing so I booked us a room at that osen like hotel. You know the one? It’s got private baths and everything!”

He chuckled, trailing his fingers down your neck to grasp your shoulder. “So you could tell, huh?”

“Of course I could tell, Tsutomu!” you chided, slapping his massive arm playfully. “We’ve been together so long sometimes it’s like I can read your mind!” You grabbed his hand, tugging his massive frame up the stairs. “Now come on, we have a lot of relaxing to get to and I don’t want to waste another minute here!”

Though his smile may have been wary, it was no less genuine. You always took such good care of him.

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