Soul Mate AU where the temperature gets hotter the nearer they are, colder when they are further away with Kagami please! Thank you!

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It was always winter for you.

You first realized how cold the summer is for you when you started seventh grade, when puberty hit. The sun would always shine brightly out and you would wear your winter uniform—thankfully, though, not everybody gave you the weird look. They guessed that your soulmate was probably somewhere far away. You only knew a handful of other people who experienced the same thing, but it was bittersweet when you watched them meet their destined partners as the years pass by.

Thankfully, it felt less cold during your high school years. The weather in Yoyogi, where you went to school, was something you considered normal, although there were days when you still sensed the slight chill amidst summer’s smoldering heat. Easily enough, like the metaphorical ice that freezes you in the previous years, you thawed, becoming more social, more outgoing, more… happy.

Now, on your first day in university, you feel nervous—nervous and clammy. You start sweating slightly despite doing no physical activity out of what is considered normal. It’s spring. This has to mean something, doesn’t it? You remember your mother explaining to you back in junior high about the connection between your body temperature and your soulmate. You remember disregarding it for so long, until today, because for the first in the longest time, you feel warmth.

The grip on your textbooks tighten as you walk up to an older woman nervously. “Excuse me, which way to the university health service?”

“Second floor, across the—my, are you alright? You look very flushed,” she says, eyes wide as she politely cups your forehead to gauge your temperature. “Would you like me to accompany you instead?”

You smile sheepishly despite the constantly growing discomfort. “It’s quite alright, ma’am, just… a small fever.”

“Across lecture theater 2-A,” she concludes, still looking very much concerned at your condition, but you give her no chance to offer any more help because you dash away after whispering your thanks. The clinic is not far away, much to your relief, but what should you seek help for? “My soulmate is too close and I’m heating up, give me some meds for fever”?

Bed, you think, maybe lying down on a bed will help slightly. Your cardigan is starting to feel suffocating, and so are your long pants. You carefully but swiftly tread the stairs up to the second floor, looking around you for a sign leading to lecture hall 2-A—thank heavens you went for the campus tour several weeks ago.

Spotting the hall and the sign that says “Health Services” across it, you sigh, ready to break into a run yet again. It could just be your now fried neurons but you feel as though the heat has double, reducing you into a sweating mess thanks to your slightly covering outfit. Just as you are about to sprint, someone knocks into you from behind, toppling you and your textbooks over. You let out a small yelp of surprise, and another ‘oomph’ in pain when you feel your knees hit the ground.

“Shit, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

When you open your eyes again, you see a hand reaching out to you, but not close enough to touch you, as if hesitant. “Are you hurt?” You hear the guy say.

One look up and you can see his face. He definitely seems like a fellow student, by the looks of it, is crouched down, eyebrows knitted in concern, though there’s something else about him that is suspicious. You register the sheen on his skin, evidence of perspiration, and your heart skips a beat.

Could it be…?

Then those red eyes aren’t gazing into yours again, instead distracted by the fact that he made you drop all your textbooks, and in a second he is haphazardly gathering the prints into a neat stack in his hands. You notice a basketball lying next to him and your stomach sinks. He probably just finished morning practice or something—it’s too big of a coincidence for him to be your soulmate, right?

He hands the books to you as the two of you stand back up, you moving slightly sluggishly compared to him. You feel his eyes giving you a once-over, to make sure you’re okay, you assume, and he relaxes upon seeing no small wounds whatsoever.

“Please don’t run like that,” he says, trying not to sound too much like a worried mother as he scratches the back of his neck nervously, “it’s really crowded around here.”

“Sorry. Thanks,” you reply, the heat now much to unbearable for you, so you decide to get out of this nice person’s way and jog towards your destination.

As you walk away, disappearing into a corner, Kagami literally feels heat—your heat—travelling away from him, leaving him slightly less feverish than he is previously. In retrospect, he realizes that you looked sort of sweaty, but he figures it’s because you were running. He freezes, the basketball forgotten on the floor, as he focuses on how he feels his temperature dropping ever so slightly.

It takes him a few seconds to process the truth.

Five seconds later, he runs.

When the door to the health services room all but slams open (earning harsh reprimands from the staff), you can’t help but jump in surprise, but when you notice that it’s the guy from earlier who bangs the door, you are even more surprise. Perhaps he’s here to return something you dropped?

That’s probably it, you think, because you see him walking towards you, examining your form intensely as you sit on the edge of one bed. There’s heat behind his gaze, urgency, suspicion.

You can only look at him as he crouches in front of you to get to your eye level, before bringing his hand to cup your cheek. You gasp—there’s an electric spark where his bare skin meets yours, lasting only for half a second before it dies down along with the bothering swelter in your veins, and suddenly, you can feel the cool blow of the air conditioner against your arms.

“I think you’re my soulmate,” you find yourself speaking up.

“Kagami,” he replies, not looking away from your face but quickly retracting the hand on your cheek as if accepting the fact. “Kagami Taiga.”

You offer him your name with a handshake, noting the coolness of his skin, and that he’s no longer sweating.

“You gave me hell—cold hell—six years ago,” you say, the smile on your face a mix of shyness, nerves, and a weird giddiness that flips your stomach multiple times.

He lets out a soft chuckle though the look on his face is rather apologetic.

“Sorry, I was in America.”

Awwwww! You picked mine! I LOVE it Gabby! You did really great with a super interesting soul mate AU! Thank you!

15 days writing valentine’s day number 15 with Himuro and Midorima

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Admitting a crush/Secret Admirer

Midorima

It looked as if it had been written on a typewriter, the penmanship so perfect that not a single letter looked out of place. Every line crossed, every punctuation marked looked as perfect as if it had been written in a textbook. Every so often there would be a little flourish, almost as if some personality were coming through in the lettering themselves, but for the most part the paper was bare of any decoration. It was a simple, one paged note. Reading through it, it documented numerous occasions of interaction. It was clear in the language that an admiration had been established and more was craved.

Midorima found himself uncharacteristically biting the inside of his cheek as he read through the note. The wording had been carefully chosen to convey every message that he was receiving and he wondered if it was the same for the other party. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he neared the end of it, where a name would normally be signed. At the end, the simple script that read ‘Your Secret Admirer’ faced him instead.

Midorima sealed the letter into an envelope before slipping it into your locker. Hopefully you’d find it soon.

Himuro

How many times had be been on the receiving end of a confession? Too many to count if he were being completely honest with himself. He’d turned down many admirers before, thinking that none of them had been truly what he’d been searching for at the time. He wondered how many hearts he had broken and how many were still picking up the pieces. It made a frown etch itself onto his face thinking about every one of those people.

He knew exactly how they felt now. Heart pounding and hands sweating, he had to admit that admitting to a crush was one of the hardest things he’d ever done in his life. He could hear the little voice in his head, a conscious or a little devil, telling him that this was the wrong move and there was no way his feelings would be reciprocated. His voice of reason, the little angel, was trying its best to refute every one of those arguments; he should do this, because if he didn’t then he would never know. Had this been the same thought process for all of his admirers? If it was, it was torture.

“I’ve got something I need to tell you,” he started and even those words seemed to burn through his throat, making him want to stop altogether.

Consume Me!

ASK: How about… omegaverse au featuring omega(s)! Hinata, Furihata, Sakurai, and Kenma experiencing their first heat since after getting together with their alpha!gf. Maybe a progression story for them getting to their gf to eventually actually mating with them? @3@ or however you see fit after reading my jumbled message.

I understand perfectly, I just hope I got this AU right and that you enjoy! Sorry it took so long!

It’s hot, plain and simple.

Kenma feels an annoying trickle of sweat snaking down the back of his neck. It’s distracting, which is bad since this level is really hard and he’s already died five times. Frowning, teeth grit, he endures, blessing the video game gods for an unexpected save point that allows him time to shuck his sweatshirt and socks. Did his roommate turn up the heater?

Downing the bottle of water next to him as though he’s just found an oasis in the desert, Kenma resumes his play, steadfastly ignoring the increasing temperature in favor of defeating the second form of the final boss on this level.

That is until Kuroo almost tears the hinges off his door. Startled the console falls from Kenma’s hands just as he was about to deal the finishing blow.

And he dies. Again.

But before he can reprimand Kuroo for his piss poor timing and completely unnecessary dramatics his former captain all but shouts, “What the fuck are you doing and why isn’t ______ here?”

Kenma stands, argument sharp on his tongue until he notices Kuroo is shivering slightly.

“Why are you cold? It’s like a furnace in here,” he says quietly.

When Hyuuga fixes him with that look, Furihata shrinks back. “How many times have you been told to make sure you’re with your alpha during your heat!” he snaps.

“Heat? Is…is that what’s happening?” Furihata asks voice shaky.

Hyuuga blinks rapidly. “You didn’t know? You…you’ve never had-”

Furihata shakes his head back and forth fast enough that Hyuuga’s afraid he’ll make himself pass out.

“Ok, ok, calm down,” he offers, stepping forward to attempt at comfort but the closer he gets the more his alpha calls to Furihata’s omega and that is not an experience he wants either of them to have. That and ______-chan will fucking murder him if he touches what’s hers. “Look,” he grits out, forcing himself to step back, “you need to get to her or get her here, which is it gonna be?”

“She’s not too far, I’ll run,” Furihata almost squeaks, tearing past Hyuuga who in the absence of the overwrought omega breathes a sigh of relief.

Maybe he can convince Riko to let him actually be the alpha tonight.

Sakurai pumps his legs but as his heat grows stronger so does the attention he’s garnering from other alphas. It’s embarrassing to say the least but he forces himself to focus only on getting to ______.

But in his haste and blind panic, he makes a wrong turn, ending up face to face with a group of women who positively radiate alpha.

“Oooooo, you’re a cutie,” one of them, a blonde, coos.

“And you smell so good,” another, this one with glasses, practically purrs.

“I…I’m sorry…” Sakurai whimpers, bottom lip trembling.

“No need to be sorry, love,” a previously unnoticed redhead assures, “but it does look like you could use some help. Feel like cooling off?”

The touch of a finger to his neck has Sakurai practicing salivating. He needs release but he doesn’t’ want it with just any alpha; he wants his alpha.

He shakes his head, back pedaling as fast as his shaking legs can take him. “So….sorry! I…I have to…I have a….”

“He has an alpha, bitches. Go get your own.”

Hinata whirls around, a mixture of relief and utter need playing across his face.

“What a shame, he’s a doll,” blondie supplies but backs off, they all do, when they see ______ will fuck them up if they touch what’s hers again.

“Come on Shoyou. I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me but I’ll take care of you,” she says, grabbing his hand and tugging him in the direction of her house.

“Gwah! I…I need…it hurts…it…burns,” Hinata pants.

“I know baby, but I’m not mating you in the street. It’d be like dumping blood in shark infested waters. We’re almost there, hang on.”

They run faster and the moment the door shuts Hinata is writhing and humping against her, eager for any friction or stimulation he can get. She grabs the back of his hair, tugging back to expose his neck and latches on making him cry out. Forgoing the bedroom, ______ shoves Hinata onto the couch, whips off his pants and hers then crawls on top of him.

Normally she’d like to take her time but Hinata looks fevered and she’s afraid he’s going to pass out. As she sinks onto him, taking his weeping and blood rushed cock, Hinata sobs her name, fingernails tearing at the cushions.

She stills, stroking his face and kissing him gently, allowing his breathing to come back down a bit. “It’s ok, you’re ok now,” she whispers, rocking her hips experimentally. When the groan Hinata lets out isn’t laced with pain, she smiles. “I’m going to ride you now, baby. I’m going to make it all better, ok?”

He nods, leaning up to kiss her, trailing his hands through her hair. She grabs his wrists, pinning them above his head. Drawing up she slams back down, making Hinata’s mouth fall open in a perfect “o”, his breathing increasing once more.

“Keep your eyes on me, Shoyou, let me watch you,” she insists.

He obeys, the standing tears in his eyes rolling down still flushed cheeks.

“I love you,” he gasps.

“I love you too, Shoyou. Now, be a good boy and come for me.” She rides harder, grinding down, pumping him for all he’s worth. “Come on, Shoyou. That’s it, that’s it, good boy. You’re such…a…good…boy.”

Hinata’s whole body tenses, the release of his seed erupting into her eager body.

When he goes slack, she gets up to gather a towel and some water. By the time she returns, Hinata is curled up on his side, fast asleep.

Smiling, she sits side legged on the floor, trailing a delicate touch over his cheek. She still needs release of her own but for now she’ll let her little omega rest.

It is his first heat after all.

Yay ask box open!!! Could you do a fluffy to smutty scenario with Akashi and his fem s/o? From cuddles to frick fracks 😉

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I love soft to sexy! – Admin Jade

It had been a lazy day, a rarity in the Akashi household and one she planned to take full advantage of. Snuggled in Seijuro’s arms, hazing in and out of full consciousness, a contented sigh left her lips, her breath ghosting over the small hairs of his hand stirring him slightly.

“Comfortable?”

She hummed agreement, pushing back further into him and he tightened the hold about her waist. A delicate kiss, feather soft, whispered against the side of her neck and she angled her head to give him more access. Akashi smiled softly and obliged, pressing another, longer than the first. She shifted, another sigh emitting but this one laced with something…hungrier.

“Feeling restless?” he teased continuing to kiss where he could reach, his left hand beginning to rub up and down her outer thigh.

She hummed again, too tired or lost in the pleasure of his touch to bother formulating proper speech, pressing her ass against his now wakening erection.

“Let’s see if I can be of assistance,” he offered. Propping up on his elbow to gain a better vantage, he leaned over her, placing open mouth kisses upon her neck, sucking the tender sensitive flesh sending a plume of heat rushing over her body.

“Sei,” she gasped, arching into the palm he’d moved to cup her breast over her shirt. He gave it a squeeze, firm but not rough, never stopping the motion of his lips, adding tongue for good measure. When he pinched her nipple her mouth fell open on a gasp.

Akashi trailed down her torso, pushing past the line of her shorts and underwear. He hummed deep against her skin, fingers teasing the very top of her sex. “So wet for me already, you’d think I wasn’t giving you proper attention.” She groaned, rocking her hips forward to seek more friction. “So needy, so wanting.” He rolled to his back, easily drawing her to lay on top. Parting his legs and shifting her hips, he returned his right hand down below her waistline, slicking his fingers with the essence of her arousal while his left trailed under her t-shirt, palming her unobstructed breast all while he sucked and nipped at her neck.

“Seijuro….please…”

She sounded pathetic in her own ears but couldn’t be concerned to care. Akashi lifted his hips, pressed his erection to the swell of her ass and then pushed in two fingers to her waiting heat.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growled, nipping the curve of her ear making her yelp. “You better enjoy this soft and slow because when I get you on your knees you won’t be able to walk when I’m through.”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NEON!!

imagine-knb:

Hey ya’ll! Today is a very special day! It’s Admin Neon’s birthday!!!

Here’s a little something from me to her to show my appreciation as a fellow writer, admin and friend and to celebrate her special day!

If you feel so inclined, please drop a happy birthday message to her via our fan mail option!

Hope you enjoy this Neon and have a marvelous day!

– Admin Jade

“Where’d you get the cake?” Kuroko asks, struggling to pin the last streamer in place.

Kagami scoffs, pulling the decoration from the shorter male’s hand to secure it himself. “Get the cake? I made the cake, Kuroko!”

“Wow, Kagami-cchi! You made this?!” Kise exclaims as he opens the confectionery box. “It’s so well done!”

“Indeed,” Akashi murmurs, admiring the intricacy of the piped icing. “Perhaps your real calling is in food.”

Kagami blushes despite himself, still unused to any sincere praise from this bunch of former high school rivals.

“Tch, it’s just a cake,” Aomine comments rolling his eyes.

“Oh yeah? I’d like to see you make anything! Probably’d end up a disaster!” Kagami snaps.

“Children, please, there’s more to get done before she gets here.” Midorima’s tone reminds Kuroko of a long suffering parent.

Red and blue glare his way but the green haired male ignores them in favor of setting out the last minute items from the fridge.

“Muro-chin, I’m hungry, when is she getting here?” Murasakibara grumbles.

His friend pats his shoulder. “Should be any min-“

The sound of keys in the lock stalls his speech and everyone scrambles to get into position. As the door opens, the group collectively open their mouths to yell surprise but they’re the ones in shock when the former starters of Kirisaki Daichi walk in.

“What-“ Kagami exclaims.

“The fuck-“ Aomine mutters.

“Are you doing here?” Akashi ends, voice low and dangerous.

Despite the years which have passed, they’ve never forgotten nor forgiven the countless injuries inflicted by the underhanded play of the males before them.

“Heh, we’re here to celebrate Neon of course!” Hanamiya laughs.

Hara pops a bubble, smacking out around the wad of gum in his mouth, “Yeah! What, you didn’t know she’s our friend too?”

“Impossible, you probably annoy her or worse. It’s a good thing we’re here,” Midorima says adjusting his glasses.

“Shut the fuck up four eyes! Don’t talk like you know anything!” Yamazaki shouts.

“Yeah, she asked us to come over. Why do you think we have keys to her place?” drawls Seto.

“A likely story, you probably stole them,” Himuro comments.

“Get out of here before you ruin Neon-chin’s birthday and I have to crush you,” Murasakibara mumbles, cracking his knuckles.

But any further fighting, verbal or otherwise, comes to a grinding halt as Neon’s voice rings out, “Hey guys you made it!”

The multi-colored hair bunch stares – some wide eyed, some slack jawed and still others with clenched fists – as Neon happily hugs and kisses the cheeks of the men they were ready to throw out the window.

“Hey babe, brought yer favorite,” Hanamiya says, one arm wrapped securely around Neon’s waist while the other holds up a large bottle of some presumably alcoholic beverage.

“Miya! You know I can’t handle that stuff! It makes me go sideways!” Neon exclaims pushing his shoulder playfully.

He shrugs, leaning in close to her ear but saying loud enough for all to hear, “I don’t mind that position.”

Kagami looks ready to murder him.

But when Neon’s warm smile is turned on him, he feels his anger stilted. “I’m so surprised to see you all! I’d no idea you were in town!” she giggles as she makes her way to each unexpected guest giving them the same affectionate greeting.

As Kagami ushers her further into her own home, the Generation of Miracles and Kirisaki Daichi remain faced off in an attitude reminiscent of their collective days on the court.

“She’s happy, let’s keep it that way,” Akashi says, tone leaving no room for argument.

Hara shrugs. “Sure, we’ll play nice.”

“Don’t use words you don’t understand, it’s unsavory,” Himuro remarks.

“Come on guys, let’s go celebrate Neon-chan,” Kuroko insists, guiding his former teammates towards where she’s gushing over Kagami’s cake.

“We’ll play nice?” Furuhashi asks looking up at Hara when they’re out of ear shot.

The gum chewing power forward shrugs, glancing at Hanamiya who’s watching Neon with a hungry look. Finally their former captain speaks. “They can’t stay forever. We can wait a day to have her to ourselves.”

“So agreeable, it’s like I don’t even know you,” Seto chuckles.

Hanamiya shrugs, a devious smile tilting up his lip. “Consider it her birthday present.”

It’s my fellow admin Neon’s birthday today and so I wrote this fun little piece to celebrate her!

If you feel so inclined, please send her some birthday love!

Valentine’s day #3 with the megane trio? (separately)

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Prompt: Blind Date / Set up by friends

Midorima

He was going to kill Takao.

He’d told him time and again he could handle his own social life and to stay out of it but somehow his former teammate (and reluctantly admitted friend) had coerced him into a blind date, on Valentine’s day of all days.

He reached up to adjust his tie, then his glasses, his fingers feeling oddly tingly without their usual tape, the wearing of which he’d grown out of after college ended. Midorima hated feeling out of his depth but not knowing one thing about the person he was to meet except what Takao had said put him more on edge than he wanted to admit.

You’ll love them, they’re perfect for you.

But Takao’s idea of perfection and Midorima’s were in grand opposition to one another.

Sighing, he looked at his watch once more; five more minutes until the inevitable.

He supposed he could just leave, had considered it more than once, but it wasn’t your fault his best friend – since when did he let that consideration slip into his mind – was an idiot.

“You must be Midorima-san. Takao-kun mentioned you’d be a bit fidgety.”

Your voice caught him off guard, making him start and lending credence to the assertion of his nerves.

Yep, he’s a dead man.

But Midorima’s formulation of Takao’s impending murder and the subsequent cover up came to a grinding halt the moment his eyes landed on you. As far as first impressions went, it was a very good one. Not usually one swayed by outward appearances alone, Midorima was startled by the intense and immediate attraction he felt at first sight. He wouldn’t call it love, he wasn’t fanciful enough for that, but there was definitely something worth exploring.

Remembering his manners, he stood quickly, extending a hand to shake yours and when you smiled, let out a little giggle he wasn’t sure was from amusement or nerves, Midorima felt his heart palpitate a bit quicker.

“Yes,” he finally said, trying to clear his throat of apprehension, “and you must be _____. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Really? And here Takao-kun had warned me you’d be a cold stick in the mud.”

His cheeks flushed crimson and you laughed a little more. “I’m sorry, if you couldn’t tell already there’s a reason Takao-kun and I are friends, we both don’t know when to quit teasing.”

Midorima took a deep breath, gathering enough wits to finally wonder what his face must look like and tried not to flush a deeper red. As distraction, he swiftly moved to the other side of the table, pulling out the chair nestled against its edge and waved you to have a seat. Smiling, you did as bidden, thanking him quietly as he pushed you in comfortably.

He retook his own seat, signaled the waiter and ordered a bottle of wine. Settling his folded hands on the table, he fixed you with what he hoped was a confident stare. “Now that the awkward pleasantries at my expense are out of the way, how about you tell me a little about yourself?”

The indelicate snort you let into your water glass let him know the likeliness of that was fleeting at best. “So serious,” you teased, setting down the drink, “no need to treat this like a job interview.”

He huffed, looking down at the table, fingers clenching a bit tighter. Jaw tight he intoned, “Forgive me, this is….not something I usually do.”

He looked up to see your eyes soften and nearly drew his hands back when your own covered them. “I’m sorry…I…I’m nervous too and, well, teasing is my defense mechanism.” Taking your own deep breath, you released his hands, sat back and took another drink of water before saying, “Let’s start over shall we? Really give this a chance?”

He hummed agreement, taking the bottle of wine which appeared at that moment and poured two glasses. Lifting his own, he said, “To new experiences with new acquaintances.”

“Here, here,” you agreed, tapping his glass with your own.

As you both drank, you settled, bodies relaxing and conversation flowing a little more easily. Maybe Takao knew what he was talking about after all.

Hyuuga

“I swear, they should be here any minute,” Hyuuga mutters, checking his phone for what must be the fiftieth time in the span of five minutes.

“Hyuuga-kun, it’s fine. You know how they are,” you assure, though you can’t quite keep a note of irritation from your voice. Was it really so bad spending time together…alone? You’d been dancing around each other practically all year, much to the chagrin and irritation of your mutual friends, but neither you nor Hyuuga were ready to admit to yourselves, much less to each other, how you felt.

“That’s it, I’m calling Teppei,” Hyuuga grumbles, drawing you out of your musings. You sigh, watching his back as he walks a bit away, unsure why he doesn’t just stay by you to make the call. Then again, he’s probably going to give his best friend an earful for being so late and doesn’t want to make you an uncomfortable witness to it; Hyuuga can be quite intense when he’s upset.

Down the lane, Hyuuga finally gets Kiyoshi’s on the phone. “Where the hell are you?” he practically shouts into the mouthpiece.

“Well hello to you too, Junpei.” Kiyoshi’s mirthful tone is enough to set Hyuuga’s teeth on edge.

“Cut the crap, where are you and the rest of the guys?”

“Home,” comes the simply reply.

Hyuuga pauses, feeling the vein on his temple rise. “Excuse me? You ditched _____ and me? On single’s night?!”

Kiyoshi chuckles and Hyuuga can just picture him shaking his head. “Yes and no. We ditched you so that you could become not single anymore.”

“Wha-”

“Now you cut the crap, Junpei,” Kiyoshi admonishes voice dropping to a more serious tone. “The two of you need to get your act together and put us all out of our misery watching you fumble over the fact you’re crazy for each other!”

“Go for it captain!”

“You can do it!”

“We believe in you!”

The background chants of his team do little to encourage Hyuuga, instead putting him more ill at ease. “I told you,” he hisses, “to leave it alone. To let me…us…whatever handle it as we see fit! I don’t even know if _____actually likes me like that! I don’t know if I like ______ like that!”

There’s a garbled protest and then Riko is the one shouting on the line. “That’s the biggest load of crap I’ve ever heard Junpei! Now be a man and tell _______how you feel or so help me, I’ll-”

“Ok, Riko, ok, that’s enough,” Kiyoshi’s voice says over the line. Then to Hyuuga he adds, “You might as well get it over with, because if you don’t we’re done playing nice.”

“Nice? You call this nice? Dumping us off together on single’s night on Valentine’s day?!”

“Who’s dumping who now?”

Your voice makes Hyuuga almost drop his phone. From the other side of the city he hears Kiyoshi laugh loudly. “Now you’ve done it. Good luck!” And the line goes dead.

Slowly Hyuuga looks at you, cheeks burning red all the way up to his ears. “Hey, are you ok?” you ask, stepping into his personal space and stealing the very breath from his lungs when the back of your hand touches his forehead. “Geez, you’re burning up, Hyuuga-san, we should get you home and-”

“I like you,” he blurts out stalling your words.

Blinking up at him, your mouth opens and closes but no words come out. Gathering courage he quickly pockets his phone, replacing it with your hand in his. Giving it a squeeze he repeats, “I like you, _____.”

And when you smile bright and wide, he feels a flood of relief rush through his chest. He’ll have to make sure to thank his team properly the next time he sees them.

Imayoshi

You stood, body shaking both from the cold and, you hated to admit, irritation. No, it had blown way past irritation into the neighborhood of hot blooded rage. How dare someone be so…so…callous! So cruel! And you without your phone to call and give him a piece of your mind, lost somewhere and another thing you’d have to deal with.

“This is exactly why I don’t date,” you huffed, breath coming out in steamy vapor.

“______-chan?”

The nearness of the voice made you jump, your eyes wide as you turned to face whoever had managed to get into your personal space without you noticing. When his visage came into focus, you smiled ever so slightly. “Good evening, Imayoshi-san,” you offered, tilting your head slightly.

He returned the gesture, never losing his trademark smirk, the one he hid behind so often. “And what, pray tell, has you in such a tiff?” he asked, the steam from the cup in his hand an inviting distraction from the cold.

Snapping your eyes to his face, you shrugged. “Oh, um, well.” No sense in denying it, he’d probably already figured it out. “I got stood up.”

He clicked his tongue. “Tsk, tsk, the nerve of some people, and on Valentine’s day too.” He shook his index finger to and fro. “Very naughty.” You nodded, turning to look back out over the water. “Good thing I came along,” he added, stepping closer to the edge of the bridge and by proxy yourself. “Would hate for you to have done something irreversible.”

You smacked his arm. “I wouldn’t jump over something so frivolous.”

He grinned. “Good to hear it.” A pause and then, “Well, seeing as you’re alone and I’m alone, why don’t we be alone together? Somewhere preferably with a heater and hot food, perhaps?”

Shoving down the tiny glimmer of hope that flooded your heart, and reminding yourself this was merely your good…friend?…being kind you nodded, accepting his arm.

When you reached a suitable and uncrowded bistro he ushered you indoors away from the cold. Taking your coat, Imayoshi glanced back through the door, smirking as your would be date wandered two and fro looking aimlessly for you. Such a shame, Imayoshi considered as your phone in his pocket buzzed for probably the tenth time, but you were his…you just weren’t aware of it yet.

I know Imayoshi’s is a bit…odd…but I can just see him setting up his own date like this. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed these! – Admin Jade

Blind Date clarification: Just KNB for me. Thanks!

Oh ho! Daiki’s gonna get jealous….

Clutching the flowers in his hand a bit tighter, he swallows his nerves. It was one thing to deal with Aomine and his piss poor attitude on the court, but now Wakamatsu is downright playing with fire.

He’s harbored a fierce crush on you ever since you started coming around more to Too’s practices and of course their games, always cheering loudly for them but focused more on their resident brat than anyone else.

But Aomine isn’t doing anything about it and so Wakamatsu decided he would!

So here he is, standing before the door of your house, sweltering in the suit he’d drug out from the back of his closet and realizing he probably should have had it dry cleaned. Oh well, too late now.

Extending his fist, he knocks rapidly then stands stock still to wait.

The door opens, your face betraying your surprise to see him of all people standing on your stoop.

Clearing his throat, Wakamatsu begins, “Hey, _____-chan, um, I’m sure this is kind of odd, but…would you, uh…that is…I was wondering if…”

He huffs, narrows his eyes and thrusts the flowers forward, finally managing to get out, “These are for you and I’d really love it if you’d consider going on a date with me. Tonight,” he clarifies quickly.

You look up at him with wide yes, fingers loosely taking the bouquet from his hands. After a moment you finally manage to find your voice, saying softly, “Wakamatsu-kun, I’m flattered but…it’s just that-”

“Look,” he says, tone a bit gruffer, “I know ok? I’m well aware of who you want but is he here?” He pauses, extending his arms and looking over both shoulders for dramatic effect. Shaking his head he goes on as his eyes land on yours once more. “No, he’s not, but I am. And all I’m asking for is a chance, one chance, one date, to change your mind.”

You take in a deep breath. One thing’s for sure, it took a lot of courage to do what he’s doing and say what he is. That should count for something, shouldn’t it?

Finally, you smile and nod. “Ok, Wakamatsu-kun, you’ve got yourself a deal.”

He snorts. “I’d rather have a date.”

Your giggle makes him smile finally. “Fair enough,” you concede and gesture for him to come in. “Just give me a few minutes, I’ll go get ready.”

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.

Is it too late to request a Valentine’s Day treat with Izuki? Thanks ✨

Izuki takes a deep breath walking back from the gym to his locker. Of course he would forget his homework! As he passes other lockers, stuffed and covered with Valentine’s paraphernalia left to surprise their recipients the next morning, he can’t help but sigh.

Why oh why did he have to fall for someone so unattainable?

You’re everything he’s ever wanted, ever needed he believes, but there’s just no way you’d ever see anything in him, not when he’s surrounded by the likes of Kagami and Kiyoshi with their imposing presence or Hyuuga with his intensity or Kuroko…well, he was at least more noticeable than him.

“I need to get uglier friends,” he mutters finally reaching the row where his locker lies. Only to almost fall on the floor when he sees you retracting your hand from leaving what appears to be a box and card next to it. That is his locker you’re standing in front of, right? His eyes aren’t playing tricks on him?

His sneakers squeak against the tile floor drawing your attention to his position and the blush on your cheeks is so lovely he could cry.

“Izuki-kun,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. “I…that is…I wasn’t…”

He hurries forward, taking your hands in his. “Tell me I’m not dreaming,” he begs.

You blink up at him. “You…you’re not dreaming.”

He smiles, trailing the backs of his fingers over your cheek. “Such a shame,” he says, smiling wider at your confusion, “because if I were dreaming, I’d have the courage to kiss you.”

You smile, tilting up on the tips of your toes, bringing your lips within a hair’s breadth from his own. “Then why not make my dream come true and do it anyway?” you ask.

He grins, leans down and does just that.

Blind date!

There were few things that could make Nebuya nervous, but being set up on a date was one of them. Still, he supposes it can’t be all that bad considering it’s Akashi who’s setting him up.

He is the absolute authority in, well, everything so he should know what he’s talking about when it comes to stuff like this.

Right?

Nebuya fingers the tie around his neck, consternation playing across his face. He’s never really felt comfortable in formal clothing but still, this is a gala and everyone is dressed to the nines. The suit is yet another thing he owes gratitude to Akashi for.

“Nebuya-san?”

He turns at the address and he knows he’s been unable to hide the surprise on his face.

“I’ll take that look to mean you’re pleased?” you tease and he blushes. You giggle, extending one hand. “______, pleased to meet you. Akashi’s description was spot on, though I much prefer the real deal.”

Remembering he should speak, Nebuya manages to grunt out, “I, um, it’s nice to meet you as well, ______.” Then, remembering the training Akashi drilled into him, he offers his arm, working to ease his smile. “Shall we?”

You nod, taking the offered arm and the two of you make way into the Valentine’s charity event, where later in the evening Nebuya makes use of one more thing Akashi insisted upon: dancing lessons.