Soulmate AU! Where when your soulmate dies you become colorblind! Aomine-Kagami-Imayoshi suddenly go colorblind in the middle of practice/work…. make it as depressing as you please

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I took some creative license. Hope you don’t mind!
-Neon

Kagami: When Kagami had first walked into your shared home, finding it completely ransacked and torn apart, he knew that foul play was the cause. He wanted so desperately to believe that you hadn’t picked up and ran away from him; something bad had happened and he was going to find out what. He had enlisted the help of anyone willing; police, private investigators, his own friends. If there was any chance they could find you, he’d gone to them and begged.

Months passed and people began to really wonder if you had been kidnapped. With no sign of you at all, the rumor that you had left him without saying anything had begun to spread. The fact that he could still see color, so vibrant and in full spectrum, had people believing this was true; if it had been kidnap, you would be gone by now.

Kagami, ever stubborn and trusting in you, refused this as a possibility.

“Why would ____ just get up and leave,” he often argued. “We were happy together. ____ wouldn’t give that up!”

Slowly, one by one, the people he’d enlisted to help him stopped. With so much time between your initial disappearance and the present, any chances of finding you had come and gone. He would be a one man search party.

It didn’t stop Kagami from believing though as every night he went to bed, he prayed to whatever celestial being would listen that he’d get some answer about you. Every morning he woke up seeing those bright yellow curtains you’d placed on the window and he’d know you were still out there somewhere waiting for him to find you.

Then one day, as he sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from his bleary eyes, he looked across at the window to where the curtains looked to be almost white in color. Thinking they were getting sun bleached, he glanced over to the wardrobe where he knew the large mirror you used was placed. In his reflection he saw tired eyes, a beaten body, and so so much gray.

Feeling more numb than ever before, he lay back down in bed as tears spilled from his eyes. Kagami couldn’t tell if the loss of color in his life was more of a sorrow or a relief.

Aomine: “On the card, can you type ‘I’m sorry’ in that fancy, curly font?”

The old man behind the counter gave Aomine a knowing smile. How many young men had walked into his florist shop requesting a beautiful bouquet along with an apology note? Giving the younger male a nod, he walked off to the ancient computer sitting on his counter top to have the card printed out.

Aomine bounced in place from one foot to the other, his arms cradling the bouquet like it was a child. He didn’t have the sense to stop jostling it around so roughly and, with each movement, one brightly colored petal after another had started falling to the floor. Not that anyone could tell; he’d gone and bought the biggest bundle of flowers he could find.

He’d made a mistake, one that he deeply regretted, and though it had taken him a few days of cooling off Aomine was finally admitting his error. He’d been calling you nonstop since the moment he woke up, hoping you’d stop ignoring his calls and pick up the phone. Even now, as he stood at the register and waited for the old man, his hand was busy pulling up your number over and over again.

“Come on, pick up,” he encouraged, only to hear the dial tone once more. Trying one last time before the florist came back, Aomine dialed your number and placed the phone against his ear. There was a click. “____?”

He could hear your car radio, but it was faint in comparison to the old man’s voice coming back across the counter. “I’ve finished your card. It that all for today?”

As Aomine turned to answer the man, the phone jostled from his ear and fell to the floor. He clicked his tongue, knowing you’d be mad at having a loud noise such as that against your ear. One more thing to apologize for. Then he noticed something.

“Hey, when did you change shirts?” Aomine could have sworn the old man had been wearing blue earlier, but now his shirt was a deep, inky black.

The frown he received in response was worrying and, before the old man could even answer, Aomine held the bouquet of flowers at arm’s length to get a good look at them. He could only see gray.

Through the speaker on his phone, the faint sound of sirens and the crackling of a car fire echoed.

Imayoshi: He knew your time had been coming close to an end when his vision began to flicker, notes of color sometimes seeming too dull or too gray to be what they should. It had been happening more often lately, his vision going blurry for a split second before the world suddenly seemed monochrome. Each time made him panic, each time making him rub at the corners of his eyes until the color came back.

Of course, each time this happened, Imayoshi was sitting by your side in the hospital. He’d began to notice that the loss of color always coincided with your loss in strength, so he always made sure to be holding your hand.

“Dear, could you get me some tea?”

There was a frown on his face at your question. He knew exactly what you were talking about; that bright green can from the vending machine just down the hallway. It was your favorite and it would be cruel of him to deny you that, but the thought of leaving you for even a moment was becoming too painful for him.

Noticing his hesitance, you placed a rather shaky hand against his cheek. “I’ll still be here when you come back. It’ll only be a moment.”

The words themselves weren’t reassuring, but the fact that you had the strength to reach his face was. With a bit of a grim smile, Imayoshi nodded before letting your fingers slip out of his own. If he had a choice, he’d be there and back in less than a flash.

The hallway seemed longer than normal, but Imayoshi knew it was all just his imagination; the mind could play cruel tricks on people who worried. At the vending machine, he fished around in his pockets for change before finding the exact amount. The familiar whir and clunk of the machine was almost a comfort to him as he watched the single green can of tea fall to the opening below.

“Make way!”

Staff bustled behind him and, on any other day, his heart would have skipped a beat. But there was a gut feeling that they wouldn’t be running toward where his mind wanted him to believe. After all, he could always reassure himself as he picked up the can of tea.

It was gray.

And Neon breaks our hearts!

So glad you’re doing your box your way! That said, I hope you like mine! Kuroko needs more love so can you do a sweet New Year’s Kiss scenario? Maybe like it’s a crush and not yet established relationship? They could be at a party maybe dancing or Kuroko is feeling left out because no one notices him (or so he thinks) and she find him at midnight? Fem pronouns please! Hope that’s not too detailed! Thank you!

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It’s not too detailed, it’s just right! Also maybe it would be better for yall to read this at the end of the year since New Year’s just passed lmao maybe that’s why this is so short

I don’t think there are any gender-specific pronouns here so tagging this as gender neutral

“There you are.”

The voice from behind me, however soft it may be, startles him among all the other noisier sounds from the party. Everything else is gradually becoming white noise, but your voice is like a cool breeze in a hot day, mint tea before bed. He smiles, quietly adoring your visage except for an equally quiet ‘hello’—he was feeling like he wanted to go home as soon as possible, but now that you are here, he wishes for the opposite.

“I’ve been wondering where you are,” you say, chuckling a little bit with embarrassment. Do you seem too eager to meet him? The last thing you want to do is scare him off. “Having a good time so far?”

He knows better than to lie at you—he considers you as someone close to him, so faking it will only earn him a look. Instead, he offers you another smile and a tired shrug. You pat him on his shoulders, as if supporting him to go on for a few more hours. Noticing the empty glass in his hand, you loosely hold on to his wrist.

“Want to get a drink?”

“Sure,” he replies, walking next to you as you make your way to the bar.

For the next hour Kuroko finds himself chattering with you, inhibitions lowered not just by the alcohol. He hasn’t gotten a lot of chances to see your eyes so upclose, so clear, for so long, and have them look back into his. It is not as if you are unwilling to stay longer; circumstances always found a way to interrupt, be it in the form of friends or foes. He wonders if any other person is vying for your attention right now, envying him, because he has felt like that before, and now that your eyes are on him, he is intoxicated.

You are laughing at one of his deadpan comments, casually and lightly pushing his arm. He watches you affectionately until the master of ceremony announces the last minute of the year, and the two of you share a look, a mix of excitement and surprise at the swift passage of time.

“Let’s move,” you say with a smile, your fingers enclose around his wrist once more, this time tighter than your touch before. He feels his stomach do a flip and he does not see a reason to lie to himself—he is nervous, happy, and ten other emotions mixed up into one.

The two of you quickly find a spot outside the venue, trapped in a sea of people, but Kuroko keeps a hand to your waist so that the two of you don’t get separated. You willingly lean against his arm and smile at him as you listen to the master of ceremony ramble on.

“This is my first time attending a New Year’s party,” you whisper, and he can feel the slightest of your breath on his neck, “it’s kind of exciting.”

“It is,” he replies, but you don’t know he is referring to the erratic beat of his heart.

Ten

“Kuroko-kun?”

He hums in response.

Nine

You look at him, anticipation apparent on your expression. He wordlessly urges you to go on.

Eight

“Can I ask you something?”

Seven

“Go ahead.”

Six

A beat of silence.

Five

“Will you kiss me?”

He tenses, eyes wide, and you think you have made the biggest mistake of trying to cross the line between friendship and romance. Before your dark thoughts could take hold of your mind entirely, the crowd counts down to one and the man in front of you leans down, pressing his soft lips against yours.

He drowns out everything around him: the cheers of ‘Happy New Year’, party poppers and confetti, and the whooshing of fireworks. He tastes you, sweet and addicting, but he pulls away after a small nip. You look like something out of a fairy tale book, as if a magic spell have been lifted from you, your eyes opening like you just woke up from a deep sleep.

The fireworks are deafening but beautiful, illuminating your face with an array of colors—purple, yellow, pink—and even in the dark and noise he can see you trying to bite back a smile.

“Can I ask one more question?”

He chuckles, intrigued. “Sure.”

“Will you kiss me again?”

A second after the word leaves your lips, he’s already pressing against you, deeper and bolder than before. The dance is slow but sensual with a quiet moan or two exchanged in between—mostly yours, though—and he gets progressively braver as the seconds tick in.

“Anything for you, ___________-san.”

Ooooooo!! You picked mine! And I love it! It’s so sweet and the count down was great! Thank you!!

kasamatsu teaching his s.o basic guitar skills!! fluffy new year‘s eve maybe!!

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The last time I wrote about Kasamatsu trying to teach his s/o guitar, it didn’t lead to very safe for work places… lol
-Neon

“Which hand is your dominant one?”

Giving him a bit of an incredulous stare, you lightly smacked the back of your hand against Kasamatsu’s shoulder. He was your boyfriend for god’s sake; shouldn’t he know which hand you wrote with by now? The light smack and glare was met by a surprised, then annoyed look of his own. He knew what he’d done wrong, just didn’t want to admit it.

“Just hold this,” he said, pushing one of his older guitars into your hands. When you positioned it so that you were holding it the wrong way, just to test him, he rolled his eyes and responded with, “The other way, doofus.”

With the guitar positioned in your arms and his own positioned in his, he went through the first few chords to a song you both knew and enjoyed. It was slow work at first with him showing you where each finger went and you trying your best to copy it. There were a few times, when you’d strum along, that the notes seemed to be just a bit more off than his.

“No, here,” he said.

Scooting closer to you, Kasamatsu set his guitar off to the side and placed his hands over yours. As he positioned them where they should be, you couldn’t help but notice the way his skin felt so warm against yours. It made everything tingle slightly in that way that often happened when you were with someone you love.

“Now strum like this,” he once again directed.

This time his hands wrapped over your other one, guiding it as he allowed you to lightly strum over the strings. What was produced was an airy, very light sound that reverberated just enough.

“Keep going like that and you’ll get this down in no time,” he encouraged.

As Kasamatsu went to take his hands back, you snatched them up in your own. The fast action nearly had you fumbling with the guitar in your lap and it ended up haphazardly laid out across both of your legs.

“I don’t think I understand yet,” you blurted out, a blatant lie.

Kasamatsu’s look of surprise, that slight blush on his cheeks, quickly went away as he realized your game. Taking his hand out of yours, he frowned in that disapproving way and flicked at your forehead.

“Do you want to learn or do you want to cuddle?”

“Is that even a question?”

Cute Kasamatsu!

Imayoshi tickling please!

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It had been more or less an accident when you bumped into Imayoshi, giving him a light jab to his side. Honestly, it had been the faintest of touches. Yet somehow he still seemed to react so wildly, flailing a bit as he tried to get away from you, his body bending at the side you had touched as if your fingers had become his kryptonite. At first, a look of shock and surprise overtook you as you tried to comprehend why he’d act so out of character because of a simple touch. Then the realization hit you.

Imayoshi was ticklish.

“Why are you looking at me like that, hmm?”

It wasn’t like Imayoshi didn’t know. He was trying his best to hide what you already knew, gritting his teeth together to keep his voice from wavering with nerves. It was a pretty big secret of his that the sides of his body were a weak spot for him, so knowing that his cover had been blown all because of an accidental touch was not going over well with him.

In a game of cat and mouse, you began to advance toward Imayoshi as he began to retreat from you. Every step you took was matched by him until he felt a wall against his back. With nowhere else to go, he tried glaring at you from behind his glasses.

“You know I’ll get revenge, right?”

Ignoring his question, you jerked a hand in his direction. It was almost comical the way he pressed his arms to his sides, trying to hide all the sensitive parts. Still, you were relentless in your endeavor and practically shoved your fingers into the space between his arms and his torso. The simple wriggling was enough to cause him to jerk and writhe, trying to get away from you.

“S-Stop!” He gasped, trying so hard not to laugh. “__-____!!”

It was hard for him to yell out your name behind the gasps he was pulling in, each torturous move of your fingers only bringing more of that tingling sensation in his sides. Tears had started to form in the corners of his eyes, but Imayoshi would first be damned before he let them fall! Slowly he began sinking to the floor in a last ditch effort to get away from your tickling; he’d crawl away if he had to. Unfortunately for him, you saw this coming. It took a simple crouch downward for you to follow him.

With his pleas for you to stop quickly melting into incoherent babble and laughter, you thought that now would be a good time to show mercy. Your fingers ceased their onslaught and Imayoshi was given the sweet relief of breath without struggle. You couldn’t help but notice how his glasses were askew on his face, practically falling off.

It was cute.

“I’m going to get back at you,” he said with a soft, tired voice.

“Not before I do this again,” you retaliated.

And suddenly your fingers were on his sides once more.

Neon did so good with this one! She’s so damn clever!

May I ask if you could do a scenario when akashi’s (KNB) son went to the kindergarten for the first time and his mom was wired because he is just a tiny version of sei? Like he really loves order and hates disobeying and kind of mature and quite for his age (still a baby who can be tricked with a kandy tho and like cartoons xD) and it happens that ryouta ‘s son is there and a tiny sei made him cry because well, like father like a son You can ignore it if you don’t like it .. thank you ❤

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Oh man, at first I was like “How am I going to write this ask?” And then I fell in LOVE. This is easily one of my favorite things I’ve written for this blog and I giggle every time I read it. I hope this is what you wanted and I hope you enjoy!

Akashi Seijuro

You were nervous.

Well, a little more than that, since sending your baby off
to kindergarten was a big deal. You weren’t used to being away from him
and it was going to be so hard. But that wasn’t really why you
were nervous. You were nervous because you knew your son, and knew his
temperament and you were afraid it would not reflect well in a school
environment.

He… didn’t play well with others, at least when others
didn’t fall in line. Admittedly, you probably hadn’t socialized him as
well as you should have, and the only children he’d been exposed to were those
of your friends, which were all older or younger, and your husband’s friends,
which were similar age, but who, for the most part, let him have his own way.

You loved your little man, but there was no mistaking the
resemblance to your husband. He was like a miniature Akashi Seijuro, with
all his strange quirks. Quirks which were going to cause tension in a
kindergarten environment. Honestly, there were sometimes you wondered how
he could possibly be only five years old.

He was obsessive about order and though you’d done your best
to bring it down a touch, had a bit of a superiority complex. He wanted
those around him to fall in line and do as he said all the time, and
unfortunately, you know most children would not enjoy being told what to
do. He was also a sweet little boy with a fondness for candy and a
generous heart. It was just getting through the layers of Akashi
to see that.

He was a confident little boy, and so despite your humming
and hawing, trotted off into the school without any problem. Seijuro
stood beside you, and arm around your waist as you watched your baby take his
first steps of independence, worrying at your lip the whole time.

“He will be fine, _____,” Seijuro commented lightly,
amusement in his tone. “He’s my son. He’ll have them all in line by
lunch.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” you muttered, wringing your
hand. You wanted to stay and watch, wanted to supervise. You’d
warned him, told him that other children might not like to be bossed around,
and might not adhere to his version of order. But that was all you can
do.

The day passed with agonizing slowness. You did your
best to keep busy, and Seijuro worked from home, even managing to draw you away
for a little alone time, since you had the time. Still, you half
expected to get a phone call from the school with some problem or another and
it had you on edge.

When the time came to finally pick your son up, you
and your husband made your way back to the school. Unlike some, he wasn’t
waiting outside, so you went in to find his classroom.

You heard the wailing long before you ever reached the
room. Fear stung the back of your throat – it didn’t sound like your son,
but it was familiar, and you just knew your son was at the heart of it.

Sure enough, when you entered the room, your husband behind
you, your eyes immediately found the short red hair of your son. He was
standing awkwardly in one corner of the classroom, chin down, while another
little boy, one with bright blond hair, sobbed hysterically a few feet
away. A familiar blond man knelt beside him, trying to console him, while
the teacher stood by and murmured at your son.

You sighed, hurrying forward to catch your son about the
shoulders. His little face shot up and the solemn look in his eyes made
your heart clench, especially when he reached for you right away.

“Akashicchi!” The blond man complained and when you looked
over he was glaring at your husband. “We went through this last time!”

Seijuro blinked slowly. “We did,” he said. “And
I’m not repeating myself.”

Your hand shot out and smacked your husband solidly in the
middle before you turned your attention back to your clinging five year
old. “Okay sweety, what happened?”

“He was a meany!” The blond child wailed. “He’s always
a meany!”

“He wouldn’t play with me,” your son replied, nonplussed,
though he clutched you tighter.

“I wanted to be the king! He never lets me be the
king!” The blond boy refuted, glaring as hard as his little gold eyes could
muster. “He said he would behead me for t-t-treason!”

Despite how serious it was for the two boys, you had to try
very, very hard not to laugh, and you could see amusement lurking in
your husband’s crimson eyes. Kise, less so, but that was mostly because
he was too busy rolling his eyes at Seijuro.

“I’m the king,” your son commented, dead serious,
tone every bit as imperious as his father on his worst day. “I am
absolute. He said I was stupid and no one wants to be friends with
me.” At this his eyes dropped to the floor and you could see, behind the
serene mask, a very real fear. “He said Kei, Ai, Hiyashi and Daisuke
don’t even like me.”

You had to wonder where he’d even picked up that
phrase because you were pretty sure you’d tamed that out of your husband years
ago.

Both you and Kise winced at this, and you could see this
upset your son a great deal. The other Generation of Miracles’ children
were probably the only friends he had, and certainly the ones he saw the most
and were the most comfortable with. That included Kise’s son, most of the
time, although of the six children, these two butted heads the most.

“That wasn’t very nice,” Kise said on a sigh, stroking his
son’s head.

“He said he was gonna kill me!” The blond boy
shrieked, pointing an accusing finger at your son.

You sighed. “I don’t think he meant literally.”

“He tried to organize an uprising,” your son said very
seriously. “He needs to die.”

You immediately turned to your smirking husband. “You
and I are going to have a talk about appropriate and five year olds
when we get home.”

Seijuro just snorted.

“Okay, I think everyone here needs to apologize,” you
announced a moment later, shaking your head. “Sweetheart, you can’t
threaten to kill people, even when they don’t do what you want.”

“I wasn’t actually going to kill him,” your son
grumbled. When you squeezed him in warning, he sighed heavily and said,
loudly, if sullenly, “I’m sorry.”

Kise, picking up where you left off, patted his son’s
back. “And you need to apologize for what you said too, little man.
No matter how mad he made you, you shouldn’t call people stupid or tell them no
one likes them.”

The little blond boy sniffled, pursing his lips and
narrowing his eyes in what looked very much like challenge. “…Sorry.” He
bit out, then added a moment later, “Next time I’m gonna over throw you.
I’ll be absolute.”

Your son’s chin came up to meet the challenge. “I’ll
crush you.”

“I’ll crush you.”

Oh good, there were two of them. Maybe it wasn’t a
good thing that all your kids spent so much time together?

You couldn’t help but giggle a little later in their
lives when neither one came out on top, and it was, in fact, little Kuroko Ai
who lead with a sweet smile and iron fist, much to both fathers’ despair.

I love this!!!

Akashi and Hanamiya’s reaction to their S/O being confessed to by another person right in front of them?

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Oh man, RIP other person… seriously, you gotta have balls to confess when other person is there, let alone these two!

Akashi Seijuro

It was like he wasn’t even there, and that’s what infuriated
him more than anything. Akashi knew his
weaknesses well enough, knew that he was possessive, but had been told off by
you enough times to know better than to voice his feelings on the subject. He’d mostly trained that part of himself
away, and he trusted you completely.
But this was too much. This
brazen idiot was so blatantly trespassing on his territory-

He tried to hold himself back. You’d scold him if he was too heavy handed, and ask why he didn’t
just let you deal with yourself. But it
was hard. The lowlife was touching you,
and it was all Akashi could do to hold himself back. Everything in him screamed to make him lower his head.

Why the lowlife couldn’t see that you were so far above him as
to be laughable was a mystery. How did
they even get the courage to talk to you, let alone while he was standing right
there?

You were not doing a good job at warning him away. You were trying to be kind and polite,
trying to spare the scum’s feelings.
This just wouldn’t do. Akashi
felt his patience snap as the scum reached out to pick up your hand. His arm darted between you and snatched the
wrist trying to taint you, fingers curling around it and squeezing much harder
than necessary.

Akashi’s stare was icy and imperious as he followed his arm
and positioned himself between you and the lowlife. “Do not touch what is not yours,” he stated, voice
blank, but frighteningly soft. “You
could not even hope to be in the same universe as my ____. Leave.
Now.”

The lowlife scrambled away, apologizing in a flurry of panic
and bows. Akashi watched with a smirk
as they literally ran for their life.

“Seijuro.”

You were angry, but Akashi didn’t regret his actions. “You weren’t handling it,” he said mildly,
turning towards you and smiling a little more genuinely. “So I did.”

“There are so many things wrong with what just happened, I
don’t even know where to start,” you sighed in annoyance, glaring at your
boyfriend.

Akashi leaned a bit and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “A man must defend his loved ones, ____.”

“His territory, you mean,” you grumbled, but it was
impossible to stay made at him when he smiled like that.

Smirking, Akashi took you hand. “That too.”

Hanamiya Makoto

Hanamiya couldn’t decide if this person was trying to make
him angry, or was just that stupid. He
stared for a long time, watching the fool blush and stammer, and watching you
throw helpless looks in his direction.

What did you want him to do? He knew that you’d be against all of his ideas, most of which
included bodily harm to the moron currently trying to, clumsily, steal what was
his. Of course he didn’t feel
threatened in the slightest, but it was annoying to have to watch and it was
making you uncomfortable. Plus, the
very fact that they were ignoring him was grating. Like the whole goddamn school didn’t know who you belonged to.

After the tenth pleading look, Hanamiya decided that you’d
just have to live with what he was going to do. He’d tried to stay out of it, to stick to the morals you
preferred, but you’d made that impossible, begging him to save you from this
idiot.

His hand shot out and fisted in the idiot’s shirt and used
the hold to jerk them towards him. He
slapped on his worst smile, and knew his eyes were like shards of broken glass
– if the idiot’s expression was any indication. “Do you have a death wish?”
He drawled, tone deceptive.

“N-No!” The idiot stuttered, clearly terrified.

“It sure looks like it,” Hanamiya continued, pulling them
even closer and narrowing his eyes.
“Just who do you think ____ belongs to?”

“Myself,” you mutter, but the slide of Hanamiya’s eyes made
you close your mouth quickly.

The idiot was obviously to scared to speak, since they just
stared at him with a dimwitted, terrified expression, swallowing heavily and
struggling to breathe, despite the fact that his hold on them was nowhere near
their throat. “Come near ____ again,
and I will break both your legs, is that clear?”

The idiot nodded frantically, and Hanamiya scoffed,
releasing him so that they could run away with their tail between their
legs.

You sighed, pouting at him a bit. “Was it really necessary to threaten them?”

A dark eyebrow rose.
“You’re the one who asked.”

Most excellent!

kagami, himuro, akashi, takao, and izuki with their s/o during doomsday? or any end of world scenario~ thank you!!

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Kagami: It was at this point that any amount of shade seemed like a blessing for either of you. There were times that Kagami was jealous of your shorter stature, wanting to hide behind things taller than him for a chance to get out of the sweltering heat as well. How easy it was for you to stand behind him and be completely fine.

“Have you checked the thermometer yet?” Your question broke him out of a stare and he glanced above your head to the wall behind you.

Kagami didn’t have the heart to tell you that the heat had gotten so bad, the thermometer gave out ages ago. There was no way for him to tell how hot the air was anymore, but he knew with each passing hour it was only getting hotter.

“Ask me again in an hour,” he rasped, feeling his tongue get thick in his throat.

How long had it been since his last sip of water? It didn’t matter; not with the fact that any water in his home had been dried up for a while now. He was sure not even his neighbors had any water left to drink. The drought had hit a long time ago.

“I’m so thirsty,” you whispered. Kagami couldn’t do anything though. He’d already given you his last bottle.

Izuki: When Izuki found you after the bright lights had dimmed, he hadn’t expected for the two of you to be the last people alive. It took a lot of searching through the city and heartbreaking denials for him to finally come to terms with it. At first he had been grateful; the one person left with him was someone he adored. Months had passed this way though and now he was sure he couldn’t stand to look at your face any longer.

“Why did everyone else have to die?”

It was a whispered ramble, one that you often had for yourself when you were feeling alone. Lately you were always feeling alone, even when Izuki was standing right next to you.

“We’ve searched and searched, but there’s nobody else here,” you continued, voice raising in pitch with each word. “We can’t even find the bodies. It’s like we’re the only ones who’ve ever existed.”

“They’re out there,” Izuki said. His words fell on deaf ears however as you continued to ramble to yourself. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t used to being ignored by now though, so he continued and talked to himself as well. “They’re out there and I’m going to find them.”

As Izuki watched you slowly fall into the oblivion that was your own crazy mind, he was sure the reason why he couldn’t stand to be with you anymore was because you’d given up a long time ago.

Takao: When the rains had first come, everyone had expected it to last only a few days at most. Months later and they were still falling, flooding every part of the city with waters that threatened to pull people under. Takao couldn’t remember the last time he’d been dry.

“Crawl up here,” he said, reaching a hand out to you so he could pull you up beside him on the roof of a building.

Any building lower than three stories high had been completely flooded, sea creatures taking over where land mammals had once roamed. As he pulled you beside him, Takao watched as something finned swam by. He couldn’t tell if it was friendly or not, but he wasn’t going to take any chances.

“How much longer do you think the rain will last?” You asked, wringing out your soaked shirt. The rain made your attempt futile.

“Forty days and forty nights?” Takao gave a shrug, ignoring your glare at his simple attempt at some humor. “All I know is that this is one heck of a pool party Mother Nature is throwing.”

“I wish we hadn’t been invited…”

Himuro: The ground was shaking violently, tossing everything that wasn’t bolted to the ground across the room. Glass was shattered, scattering across the floor and making it a hazard to walk across. He tried to get a good grip on whatever he could to stay standing upright, but every time Himuro came up to a crouch, the next wave of motion knocked him back onto his hands. By now they were bleeding from the cuts and scrapes he’d acquired.

“You have to try get to me,” you shouted from across the hall where you were standing in the doorway. “It’s safer here than in the middle of the room!”

“I’m trying,” Himuro responded, biting the inside of his cheek as his fists clenched around more glass.

Making another attempt to stand once more, he placed one hand on the wall. The continuous shaking of the earth was sporadic and he was having a hard time gauging when the next big quake would hit.

Suddenly the biggest quake either of you had experienced starting moving through your household. Once more he was knocked to the floor, the heel of his hands sliding into glass as he tried to catch himself. Before his eyes, the ground split open and revealed a crag that split the living room in two.

“Now what?” Himuro asked, not noticing how you’d suddenly gone missing too.

Akashi: “Come on.”

His words came out as more of a demand than a suggestion, his hands pulling at yours as he practically ran in the direction of his garage. With how fast he was moving, Akashi nearly pulled your arm right out of its socket. You yelped a bit, begging him to stop as you tried to wipe at your watering eyes with your free hand. Behind you, beyond the windows, you could still hear the sirens going off in the distance.

“Seijurou, stop!” Your outburst startled him and, for a moment, he did pause to look at you.

“We can’t stop moving, we have to go,” he argued, already turning to move once more.

But you stood hard in your position, forcing him to look at you again. “Where are we going to go, Seijurou? You hear the sirens. You heard the explosions. There’s nothing out there anymore. We can’t go anywhere!”

Your words fell heavily, but Akashi could only hear the steady beat of his own heart through his ears. He needed to get you somewhere safe, but nowhere came to mind. This was the first time he honestly could say he had no clue what to do next.

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Don’t Be Nervous (Kasamatsu Yukio)

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Title: Don’t Be Nervous

Anime: Kuroko no Basket

Pairing: Kasamatsu x Reader

Word Count: 2,100

Genre: Fluff

Your eye twitched at the hand wrapped tightly around your wrist, narrowed eyes sliding up the toned arm to the culprit. “Why do you have to involve me?”

Bakagami glanced over his shoulder. “Because you’re one of the scariest people I know.”

A sweat drop appeared on the back of your head. “I never knew you had such a way with words. I’m surprised the girls aren’t falling over themselves to hear you speak!”

He scowled at the remark but chose to keep his mouth shut.

Silence fell as you made your way to the park. For what, you had no clue.

When you reached the destination, your eyes landed on a few familiar faces; Kise, who looked rather chipper. Kuroko, who wore the same blank expression as always. Koganei, who looked excited and ready to go. And Kasamatsu, who looked rather nervous.

Your gaze followed Koganei’s and you raised an eyebrow at the four girls standing off to the side. They were huddled together, whispering amongst themselves and glancing at the group of boys.

You yanked your arm free of Kagami’s grasp and narrowed your eyes into a glare, ready to demand an explanation when you were glomped by a blonde blur, knocking you back a few paces.

“I’m glad you could make it! Now we can go!” His grip around your body disappeared and he hurried over to the girls, ushering them along. Koga followed happily with Kuroko at his side, while Kasamatsu kept his distance.

Kagami gripped your forearm in a gentle but firm hold, leaning down so he could whisper in your ear. “Kise is trying to find Kasamatsu a girlfriend, but he’s useless when it comes to girls.”

You bit back the smart remark that begged to be released. “Okay… so what up with the group?”

“Kise needed two more guys, and when he asked Kuroko, Koganei-senpai said he would do it. He ended up having to beg Kuroko before he would agree.” He scoffed, shoving his hands into his shorts. “Kuroko threatened me with that damn dog, so I had to come along.”

“And I’m here because…?”

“They were short one girl and I wasn’t about to get set up with some chick I didn’t know.”

“Lovely. I knew I should have ignored your call.”

He sent you an annoyed glare, but you weren’t entirely sure it was meant for you. “If I have to suffer, you can to!”

“You’re such a good friend, Taiga.”

“Shut up.”

“Come now. Is that any way to speak to your elder?”

“Shut up.”

To say that the atmosphere was ‘awkward’ would be the world’s greatest understatement. The only ones talking were Koga and Kise, along with their dates. Honestly, you were fine with Kagami not talking to you but the silence was a bit killer, especially with the aura Kagami and Kasamatsu were giving off.

You rested your elbow on your crossed legs and plopped your cheek into your palm, playing with your shoelace to pass the time which seemed to be dragging by. God, you wish Kise would pull the plug already. His little plan obviously wasn’t working. Even when his date said something to him, all Kasamatsu would do was nod. He wouldn’t even look at her!

Your cell phone buzzed in your pocket and you shared a glance with Kagami before fishing it out and flipping it open. Why in the world was Kise texting you when you were in the SAME room?

– Why are you sitting on the floor?

You held in a snort.

– Because I refuse to sit next to some girl I don’t know.

– Participate, please? 😦

You glanced up and caught Kise’s frown. No matter how tough you liked to believe yourself to be, that look was not something you could easily look over. You sighed before getting up off the floor, only to plop into Kagami’s lap. He grunted at the added weight, growling into your ear.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

“Shut up.” You muttered before forcing a smile as you addressed the girls. “So! What do you guys do for fun, hmm?”

“Shopping!” They giggled in unison.

You hung your head in disbelief, the corner of your lips twitching. I can’t work with this, Kise!

“A-Ano…”

Blinking blankly, you looked up at the girl sitting across from Kasamatsu. She was a small thing, probably Kuroko’s height, with hair as green as Midorima’s and eyes like emeralds. Thick rimmed glasses were positioned on her face, helping to hold back her bangs that had fallen from the braids’ grip. She fidgeted nervously, but managed to meet my eyes with confidence in her voice.

“I-I’m on the debate team at school.”

Your eyes lit up and you leaned forward. Hope! There was hope after all! “That’s cool. Ne, Yukio?”

He jumped when you nudged him in the side, his face turning a bright red as his hands tightened around his slacks. “Y-Yeah…”

You twitched again. That fool had no idea what he just agreed to! Kagami sniggered, probably at your irritation, and tried to cover it up with a few coughs. A swift nudge to the ribs had him coughing for real.

“Mou, what’s taking that idiot waiter so long?” The blonde sitting across from Kise whined, crossing her legs and causing her skirt to ride up her leg. She ended up flashing Kise, but she didn’t seem to care. She wasn’t the type to care. “I’m hungry, Ryo-kun!”

“I’ll go check and see what the hold up is!” You jumped up, a little too eager, ignoring Kise’s sharp look. Seeing how miserable he looked, you figured you’d spare poor Yukio, as well. “Give me a hand?”

His blue eyes snapped up to meet yours, as if to make sure you were speaking to him. You held your hand out in confirmation, figuring he might need some help un-sticking himself from between Kagami and Kuroko. He seemed to hesitate, swallowing hard before slipping his sweaty hand into your own. It proved just how nervous and uncomfortable he really was.

You pulled him up with ease, not bothering to spare the others a glance before you turned and left the room, pulling the younger boy along behind you. Only when you were a safe distance away did you release his hand, instead placing them in the pockets of your hoodie.

“Sorry if you wanted to stay. Just seemed like you were pretty uncomfortable.”

“Y-Yeah. Thank you.”

You glanced at him curiously. “You really didn’t wanna do this, did you?”

“I don’t have time for girls.”

You chuckled at his response and he glared at you, unamused.

“What’s so funny about that?”

“You’re only saying that because you don’t know how to handle them. That’s why Kise was trying so hard to help you.”

He didn’t respond, instead turning his head away. Guess you pissed him off.

“Well, what do I know?” You laughed, rubbing the back of your head sheepishly. “I don’t know you well enough to say either way. I was just going by what I’ve heard from Kise.”

“It’s not my fault I can’t talk to girls.” He muttered in a soft voice. You almost didn’t hear him.

“You’re talking to me, aren’t you?”

“That doesn’t count!”

“How so?” You raised a brow curiously.

“You’re different. It’s not like I’m talking to a girl when I talk to you!”

Did he just call you a guy? You think he did. This kid was about as useless as Kagami… Kise wasn’t kidding!

“I-I mean…” He stumbled over his words, eyes wide and face bright red. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to form words, but none came.

You laughed again, waving him off. “Don’t worry about it. I know I’m not the most girly thing out there. I’m one of the guys, and it’s easy to forget that I’m female.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m not so easily hurt, so relax.” You hadn’t realized he had stopped walking until you glanced over and found the spot next to you vacant. Before you had the chance to turn around, arms wrapped around your body from behind, pinning your arms to your side. The embrace was awkward and you could feel just how tense his body was… he really didn’t have any experience. It was actually pretty surprising, considering how good looking he is.

You tapped his arm curiously after a minute of silence. “What are you doing, Yukio?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like it came out. I just…”

“I said it’s fine.” You laughed, patting his arm. You expected his grip to disappear, or at least loosen up a bit, but he tightened it instead.

“The truth is… I always get nervous around you. I never know what to say or do, and I always get jealous when I see how easy it is for Kise to talk to you. I just wanna smack him!”

“You should. Holding in your anger is bad for your health, ya know.” You were dead serious, too. You love Kise, but he could get on your nerves sometimes. He needed some tough love. Especially after tonight. “Your problem is that you think too much.”

You pried his arms off, turning around to meet his confused gaze. His cheeks were alight with red and something burned in the depths of his blue eyes, but you couldn’t make out what it was.

“You think too much about what to do and what to say, and you end up psyching yourself out. Don’t think so much. Be impulsive and just say or do whatever comes to mind. You can think about it later on.”

He looked down at the floor, seeming to think about what you told him. When he looked up again, there was a fire burning in his eyes. You didn’t move as he reached forward, grabbing your shoulders firmly and pulling you into his body. His lips crashed down onto your own, his hand sliding to the back of your neck to keep you in place. Your body was thrown into shock… you couldn’t move a muscle! Was Kasamatsu Yukio really kissing you? It seemed like a dream.

After a few seconds, he pulled away enough to create a few inches between your lips. Having him so close, you realized just how good looking this boy really was. With his spiked black hair and intense blue eyes, his strong features and his well-defined brow. He was almost god-like in looks. Kind of like Kise, but more masculine and rough.

You still hadn’t moved.

He must have taken that as a bad sign because he began to pull away. It was then that you realized what needed to be done.

Your hand grabbed the back of his neck to stop him in his tracks, fingers sliding through his silky hair. His eyes widened in surprise before your lips collided again, this time with more passion and want. The grip around your waist tightened as your lips moved in perfect synch.

The passion began to heat up as he pushed you against the wall, his muscled body making you groan in satisfaction as it molded against your own. You guess the sound snapped him out of whatever trance he had been in, because he jumped away from, eyes wide like saucers and his hand covering his mouth.

You licked your lips to get another taste of him, chest heaving up and down as you attempted to slow your rapidly beating heart.

The passionate air that you had just been bathed in slowly stared to fade away, making way for an air of awkwardness that you weren’t quite sure how you could break. You didn’t know how he felt, so you didn’t know what step you should take next. For all you knew, he could have been just using you for practice.

“I’m s – ”

“Don’t say it.” You scowled, rubbing the back of your head. “There’s nothing to apologize for.”

“You didn’t pull away.”

“Did you want me to?”

“No.”

Surprised by the answer, your eyes met his. The shock had faded, it seemed, and there was determination burning in the depths of his eyes. A couple steps was all it took before he was directly in front of you, his lips hovering over your own.

“I still feel nervous around you.”

You grinned, throwing your arms around his neck. “Hmm, we’ll just have to keep practicing until your not nervous anymore.”

“What about Kise?”

“Who cares. He’ll find out eventually.” You muttered, capturing his lips once more.

This time, you didn’t let him get away.

This is awesome! Love it!

Ohhh a new headcannon game! How about C for Kuroko? :)

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Cuddle (Are they cuddly people? How do they like to hug/ be hugged?)

Awwww! Thank you for picking this sweetheart! He definitely needs a lot more love (funny considering he’s in the title of the anime! lol).

Does Kuroko cuddle? ABSOLUTELY! He loves having his girl reclined (on the couch or in bed), his arms wrapped around her waist and his head on her stomach with her finger carding through his hair. He’ll fall asleep so fast in this position so hopefully she’s ok with staying in one place for a while!

When they’re seated upright on the couch watching TV or just catching up on their respective days, he’ll either have his arm around her, fingers tracing up and down her arm or her hands in his with his thumbs circling gently over her skin.

Ohhh a new headcannon game! How about C for Kuroko? :)

Cuddle (Are they cuddly people? How do they like to hug/ be hugged?)

Awwww! Thank you for picking this sweetheart! He definitely needs a lot more love (funny considering he’s in the title of the anime! lol).

Does Kuroko cuddle? ABSOLUTELY! He loves having his girl reclined (on the couch or in bed), his arms wrapped around her waist and his head on her stomach with her finger carding through his hair. He’ll fall asleep so fast in this position so hopefully she’s ok with staying in one place for a while!

When they’re seated upright on the couch watching TV or just catching up on their respective days, he’ll either have his arm around her, fingers tracing up and down her arm or her hands in his with his thumbs circling gently over her skin.