🍙 Blind date! ٩(^ᴗ^)۶And Happy Valentines to you! Have a doughnut!! 🍩❤️❤️

Awww! Thank you for the doughnut *munch munch munch*

“Hey,” a gruff voice says next to you making you jump.

When you look up, there’s Yamazaki Hiroshi, with…is that a balloon in his hand?

“This is fer you,” he grunts, roughly pushing the string into your hand. Bewildered you look at him again only to hear a snickering that gives you pause.

Glancing behind, you see the rest of his team watching the proceedings and frown. It’s one thing to be teased on Valentine’s Day, it’s another to be teased by the guy you, for whatever reason, actually like.

You open your mouth to give him a piece of your mind only to snap it closed when you feel the press of lips to your cheek. “There’s more where that came from,” he smirks, grabbing your hand and dragging you off.

aomine daiki for my valentine pls? maybe he show up in the midnight in my home? thanksss

He’d wanted to see you all day but both of your responsibilities prevented that. Well, yours did anyway, if it were up to him he’d have blown off half of what he needed to do but because he knew you’d be upset that he was slacking, he made sure to get everything done, even if some of it was half-assed.

Now, finally, he’s at your door. The hour is late but he doesn’t want to wait until tomorrow. When you answer his knock, of course already in your pajamas, he smiles that smile and leans down to kiss you.

“Thought we could have a sleepover,” he says lightly.

You purse your lips, unsure of his real intentions (not that you’d mind “sleeping” but you have an early morning). Seeing your hesitation, he flicks your forehead. “Oi, I mean actually sleep, perv.”

He laughs at your pout, ushering you back inside and to your bedroom, teasing you the whole way.

romantic quiet valentines date with akashi!

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I just melt for soft Akashi, he’s so…intense but I love the idea of him sweet and romantic. – Admin Jade

You’d been practically vibrating with excitement all day. It was Valentine’s Day, normally an unwelcome and overly commercialized holiday you tended to either mock or avoid. Of course, that was all a ruse, a defense mechanism to protect you from years of being alone or disappointed from past lovers who either failed to remember or failed in their efforts.

But this year would be different. This year you were with Akashi Seijuro.

You just knew he’d come up with something amazing and romantic. He’d been dropping miniscule hints throughout the day via text message but you were still completely in the dark of his master plan. He’d assured you all would be handled by him – or his staff where necessary – and you’d enjoy yourself.

You had no doubts.

Stepping out on the stoop of your apartment, you smiled at his driver waiting beside the car. “The master awaits you at your final destination. He,” here he took out from his pocket a blindfold, “requested your acquiesce to my putting this on you and guiding you. Are you comfortable with that?”

A thrill of anticipation rolled through your chest, fingers clutching the cloth of your jacket a bit tighter but you nodded, turning around so he could fix it about your eyes. “If you would take my hand, I’ll help you into the car.”

You nodded again, doing as requested and when the door was shut you let out a long breath, unaware you’d even been holding it.

It was odd being a vehicle with no ability to see, the sway of the suspencion more noticeable giving you pause to consider you never realized how much one relied on visual cues while driving. Finally you felt the car come to a stop and the engine shift off. The door opening made you start slightly but you took a calming breath and waited for further instruction.

You were unprepared for Akashi’s voice near your ear. “Thank you for indulging my whims,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I did want this to be a surprise.” You nodded, allowing him to take your hand and lead you where he would.

“There are steps,” he advised looping your arm through his own. “Ready?”

At your nod, the two of you made way up the stairs. You felt the air pressure change alerting you to being indoors, but there was no real noise, no murmur of voices so you didn’t think you were in a public area. Maybe the back door to a hotel? But that didn’t make sense. Akashi had no reason to hide, never would in fact, and it was unlikely he’d take you to hotel anyway. You hadn’t even discussed being together in that capacity yet, still feeling out the relationship and each other.

“Ok, stand here and wait,” he ordered, voice soft. “Close your eyes and do not open them until I say.” You did so and he removed the barrier of your vision. You felt him shift, take both your hands in his and then he gave permission to open your eyes.

When you did so a soft gasp pulled from your lips. You were in a room at his mansion seemingly filled with hundreds and hundreds of candles. It was only when you looked a little closer that you realized the illusion was caused by mirrors. Turning your head you caught sight of roses – of which you were sure there were at least one hundred – settled upon every surface of the room save the small round table upon which lay a prepared meal of sushi and sake next to a small red box of chocolates from your favorite confectioner on a crisp, white tablecloth.

Soft music played from his record player, an indulgence he’d procured for himself earlier in the year. Gently, he guided you into his arms, pressing his cheek against your own and swayed in time to the music, guiding you in a small circle. You closed your eyes, breathing in his spicy scent and let it out in a long, low puff of air.

Akashi leaned back, looking into your eyes, a small but deep and warm ember of affection reflected by the flicker of flames that seemingly danced right along with you. He smiled softly, drawing his face closer to yours and pressed a firm but sweet kiss to your lips. Drawing back, his breath ghosting over you, he murmured, “Happy Valentine’s Day, ______.”

kissing kise all day kind of scenario?

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First of the Valentine’s / love asks! Enjoy! – Admin Jade

Kise’s eyelids flutter, sleep slowly eluding him as he becomes cognitive of a presence over his body. Cracking open one eye, he lets show a small smile, sleep still tugging at the recesses of his conscious but being driven ever back by the revealing of your face hovered above him, lips pursed to pepper him with kisses from his forehead, down the bridge of his nose finally landing on his lips. He moves to deepen it but you’re already moving to the right, landing little teasing pecks across one cheek then the other.

With a grin to match your playful attitude, you announce, “Breakfast is ready. I gotta go, don’t be late, m-kay?”

“Yeah,” he responds, voice a bit raspy from lack of use for the last eight hours.

His eyes follow you from his prone position and he smiles a bit wider when you blow him a kiss over your shoulder.

The morning flies in a flurry of contract reading and signing. By the time noon rolls around, he’s tired, starving and feeling like Godzilla has been traipsing around in his brain. But it seems to melt away as you enter his dressing room, smile on your face and lunch in your hands.

“Seems you had a busy morning,” you comment, drawing takeout from his favorite place down the street. The food is still hot but he’s hungry for something else. As you turn, he’s there, planting eager lips upon your own. With gentle but firm pressure he gets you to yield, parting your lips enough to gain a taste of you and the latte you’d finished on your way to the studio.

With gentle pressure of your own, you push against his chest. “Ryouta, we only have twenty minutes and the food’ll get cold. You need to eat to keep your strength up.”

He pouts which earns him one more chaste kiss before you settled upon the floor by the table and begin digging in. He sighs, following your lead, and though he still pouts for lack of kisses, he’s grateful for the calories.

“Welcome home, sweetie,” you call from the kitchen as he returns to your shared apartment. It smells divine, the scent of ginger and other spices he can’t identify wafting around the small room. “How did the rest-ah!” Your words end abruptly as his strong hands whirl you around and press you to the counter, arms caging you in and his mouth latching to your neck. “Ryou..ta,” you gasp, lacing your fingers through his golden tresses.

“Can’t….wait…”he groans, lifting under your ass to plant you in a better position to ravage your mouth, “need…you.” You hum appreciation against his lips, the vibration felt all the way to his toes.

Deftly he gathers you in his arm, flicks off the burner and lands on the couch with you straddled over his lap, all done without ever breaking the kiss.

“You owe me a day’s worth of kisses.” His voice is low, full of need.

“Just kisses?” you ask, coyly.

He grins up at you, eyes gaining more shine. “For now.” Then there’s no more talking, just the feel of you pressed to him, his hands roaming your body and his lips and tongue working you over until you beg him for more.

Could you write badass!Riko x femme fatale!Momoi (like Mine Fujiko) involving motorcycle, handguns, and spying thing, all that sexy stuff, I’ve been wanting to read this kind of scenario forever!!

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I’ve never seen the series this character is a part of but I looked her up for reference and hope I hit the tone of what you’re looking for! – Admin Jade

Riko looked over her 9 millimeter one last time, the shine of its metal glimmering even in the slightly muted light of the room. A quick flick of her wrist produced the satisfying click of its magazine settling into place. Holstering the weapon, she took one last glance in the mirror, frowning at the reflection behind her own.

“I wish for once you’d go into a job without relying on your tits,” she grumbled as Momoi zipped up her leather jacket to just under her massive chest, the cinching making them appear even larger.

“And I wish you’d just admit you were jealous of my winning assets,” quipped back the pink haired woman, pursing her lips to apply red lipstick. Capping the tube she turned her head in the direction of her partner. “Besides, have I ever failed at getting us into where we need to be? I’m the beauty and you’re the muscle, though,” she trailed a critical eye over the svelt female before her, “you could stand to put on a little more weight.”

Riko groused, “What do you mean the muscle? I’m the brains of this operation!”

“Oh sweetie,” Momoi giggled, patting her head, “it’s cute you actually believe that.”

Riko smacked away her hand, grumbling to herself as she strode across the room to grab her own jacket and helmet. “You ready or what?” she snapped, not bothering to wait for a reply.

Momoi, taking one last moment to secure her trusty blade in its thigh holster, scampered to catch up, reaching Riko and her bike just as she settled upon its seat. When she was stable, Momoi climbed aboard behind her, nestling close to her back.

“And do you have to press them against me?! I’m not Aomine you know!”

“As if I’d do that to Dai-chan!” Momoi protested.

“You do it to everybody!”

Momoi complied, sliding back ever so slightly, allowing Riko a bit of breathing room. The brown hair fired up the engine, revving it a few times for good measure before taking off in a burst of speed towards the highway. As they made their way towards the city, she asked through the two way radio wired in their helmets, “So what’re we after this time anyway?”

“Ruby necklace, worth a fortune,” Momoi replied.

“And who’s the schmuck we’re takin’ it from?”

“Akashi Seijurooo!” Momoi squealed as Riko almost lost control of the bike in her shock.

She skidded to a halt, pulling to the side of the road and flipped up her visor. “Are you fucking crazy?!” she shouted over the din of the traffic racing by.

“What? We got a good price for the job. Plus, Sei-chan knows me! It’ll be a cinch to get in! You’ll see!”

“See, what you failed to mention is it would be impossible to get out!” Riko snapped, taking a deep breath before standing from her cover to fire two shots at their pursuers.

Momoi crouched next to her, chest heaving. “Still, you gotta admit it’s been a while since we had any real excitement!” Using her compact, she eyed their enemy from a safer vantage. “Two to the right, go in three…two….one!”

Riko stood again, firing perfect shots catching both guards in their shoulders. “Of all the stupid, hairbrained, cockamamie ideas,” she mumbled snapping in a new round of ammo. “If we make it out of here alive,” she sighed, “I’m never letting you pick a job again.”

Momoi just shrugged, her lilting giggle making Riko’s temple pulse until she heard again, “Now the left! Three…two…one…”

It was going to be a long night.

Hello guys! May I request nsfw for Nijimura where his shy s/o is loud and really erotic-sounding in bed and has a senpai kink?

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Hi anon! I kind of mixed in a taste of sub/dom with this one. I hope its to your liking! – Admin Jade

“Ughnnn! Ha…harder Shuzo!”

If you’d told Nijimura that this was what his usually shy, blushing and all around adorable love would be like in bed, he’d have said you were lying. But there they were, writhing and moaning like a cat in heat, begging him, letting him have his way with their body. He smacked their ass hard enough to send ripples over the skin.

“Harder…who?” he hissed, fingers digging into the flesh of their hip.

Between heavy breaths they groaned, “Harder…please…senpai.”

“That’s more like it,” he praised, increasing the power of his thrusts, the intensity of his strikes. By now their ass cheeks were pink and he lowered his hand, caressing between their legs. “You want more?”

They nodded earning another smack. “Use your voice,” he ordered. Then smirked, “Nice and loud, baby.”

“Fu…fuck!” they cried as he continued his ministrations, stroking, teasing, flicking, a blend of pleasure and pain only he could produce for them. Despite the soft of the mattress, their knees were beginning to ache, their arms trembling with the effort to hold themselves aloft as Nijimura tortured them with sweet, twisted pleasure, drawing louder and louder encouragement from their lips. “I….I need….I need it,” they begged.

“You need what, hmmmmm? To come? Is that what my kouhai wants? You want release?”
“Yes! Oh god, please, please Nijimura-senpai, make me come!”

Eyes practically rolling to the back of his head, Nijimura increased the pressure of his touch, drawing them closer….closer… until…. “Come,” he whispered in their ear and they practically exploded, collapsing on the mattress.

Sucking in oxygen at a rapid pace, their glazed eyes met his as he drew them to their back. “When you’ve caught your breath,” he advised, eyes dark and full of want, “you’ll be putting that loud mouth of yours to use in another way.” He stroked his still erect cock. “Can’t leave your senpai hanging, now can you?”

Ahhhhhh! I love the excitement when your askbox opens. I hope the admins are doing well! May I request a lazy day filled with tickling between takao and his s/o and also kotaro hayama and his s/o?

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We do too anon! It’s so much fun to see what you all come up with and they’re so good! Personally, I’m doing fairly well, thank you for your well wishes! I love having opportunities to write for characters not typically asked for and I hope you enjoy these! – Admin Jade

Takao

The plan had been to take the day easy, laying around and probably eating copious amounts of junk food lulling the two of them into an afternoon nap.

That was the plan.

But Takao had other ideas that involved chasing them down to unleash tickles until they screamed for mercy which turned into them running like children through the house, his chasing and them evading.

“You’ll never escape!” he laughed, tearing up the stairs behind them. They rounded the corner a bit to quickly, sliding on the hallway rug but amazingly managed to maintain balance. Just as they were home-free and about to reach the bedroom with a lock on its door they heard a crash from behind coupled with a groan of pain.

Turning swiftly, their eyes widened at the sight of Takao on the floor, the same rug which had almost tripped them up claiming him as its victim.

“Kazunari!” they shouted in panic, rushing back to his side. Just as they leaned fully on their knees, he sprung up making them scream in surprise as he pushed them to their back, fingers digging into their side making them squirm and squeal. “You brat! I can’t believe you made me think you were hurt!” The rest of their protestations were covered with uncontrolled laughter.

“All’s fair in love and war my dear and this round goes to me!” Takao gloated.

When breathing became an issue, he finally relented, releasing them to lie panting on the ground. “I…gonna….get….you,” they insisted, shaking a clenched fist in his direction.

“Sure, ______, sure,” he mocked, patting their knee as he stood.

The next moment he was gasping as they leapt upon his back and blew raspberries right against the most sensitive spot on his neck.

“Are you trying to tickle me or turn me on?” he complained, reaching behind to poke their sides, the action causing them to relinquish their hold.

They spun him around, fingers threading through his hair to drag his mouth to their own. Takao moaned into the kiss, hands clasping firmly to their hips. “Now I’m trying to turn you on,” they teased, moving backwards with his hands in their own towards the same room they’d been seeking refuge from him in.

Hayama

The flicker of the TV casts an uneven glow in the dark room leading Hayama’s eyes to begin succumbing to the urge to close, his head nodding forward before he snaps it back up. Sniffing, he casts his eyes sideways, surprised to see they’re fully immersed in the movie. How? It’s soooooo boring! Taking a deep breath, he tries to refocus but he’s been watching at half consciousness and so has no real idea what’s going on. Shaking his head, he smacks his cheeks working to stay awake. This was not how he’d wanted to spend the day with them, his plan to have taken them to the park to enjoy a walk, or the paddle boats, or maybe even a little bit of one on one just for fun. But no, the sky decided to open up sending a copious amount of water to the earth.

Glancing at them again, he notices their stance, leaned against the arm of the couch exposing their side. He grins behind his palm then as nonchalantly as possible, moves closer. They notice, of course, sending him a warm smile. It almost makes him feel bad for what he’s about to do; almost.

When he’s at the perfect distance, he pounces, earning a startled squeak then shriek as his fingers find their mark against the flesh under their shirt.

“Kotaro! Stop! Damn it, what is wrong with you!” But their protests fall on deaf ears, Hayama merely increasing his pursuit of torturing them. “I swear…you’re…gonna…get it!”

They roll towards the edge of the couch, falling heavily on to their butt only to jump back up and lunge for him. Hayama is ready for them, grabbing their wrists and holding them up away from him.
“You think that’ll stop me!” they yell, voice full of mirth and retaliation. Deftly, they perch on his lap, toes digging into his sides making him yelp.

“That…you….I….” he gasps, working hard to speak and failing as laughter overtakes his attempts.

A moment later, they’re on their ass again as he loses his grip upon them.

“Are you…ok?” he asks.

They wave away his concern, catching their own breath. “What got into you?” they manage to ask after a few moments.

He shrugs, eyes closed. “Nothing really, just wanted to have some fun.”

A second later he’s spluttering as a pillow comes in clean contact with his head. Whipping it down, he grins at them standing with their own cushioned weapon in their hands. “Round two,” they quip then swing again.

Kise spending his s/o’s bday with her. FLuff please!

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I love fluff! I really hope you enjoy this one! – Admin Jade

Rolling over among twisted sheets, her hand reaches beside her only to find the space vacant. “He must be in the bathroom,” she thinks, settling more fully under the blanket. Ten minutes later, the distinct smell of bacon wafts into the room. “Mmmmm, bacon…maybe we’ll go out to breakfast today.” When the bacon scent is joined by something sweet, waffles or pancakes maybe, her mouth is watering. Blinking open sleep encrusted eyes, she realizes Kise still hasn’t returned and the scents she’s been enjoying are becoming stronger. Frowning, she stands, throwing on a robe to protect from the chill in the room. Hand just about to touch the knob of their bedroom door, she sees a note taped to it.

_____-cchi, first: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Second: get back in bed.

She smiles, catching onto his game but willing to play it nonetheless and does as he says, lying down to play with on her phone while she waits.

After another ten minutes, she hears footsteps nearing the door, Kise’s face appearing as he opens the door. He smiles, eyes warm with affection when they land on her. “I figured you’d wake up,” he chuckles, moving carefully so as not to disturb the contents of the tray in his hands.

As he gets closer, she sits up, smoothing out the blanket to make room for his surprise.

Reaching her with no mishaps, Kise pulls down the legs of the tray and settles the homemade breakfast down. He’s gone all out, filling it with a large stack of pancakes, fruit bowl stuffed with strawberries, bananas and blueberries, a hearty helping of bacon and a cup of steaming hot coffee. The scent of warmed syrup has her licking her lips and her stomach growling.

Kise laughs, leaning down to plant a kiss to her cheek, murmuring against her skin, “Happy Birthday, _____-cchi.”

She giggles, turning her head to capture his lips in a lingering, sweet kiss. “Thank you so much Ryouta, this looks amazing!”

“Dig in, I’ll get mine and join you,” he insists.

He doesn’t have to tell her twice, a bite of syrup drenched pancakes making her moan in pleasure.

Armed with his own tray, Kise sits next to her, nibbling away at the bacon. “So, what do you want to do for your special day?” he asks before taking his own bite of pancake.

She shrugs, fully immersed in her meal. Thinking it over, she looks up at him. “I really just wanted to spend the day with you, I don’t really care what we do,” she admits with a smile.

He hums, looking out the window. It’s still fairly dark, clouds covering the sky and threatening rain. “I think we should snuggle up and watch movies, we can enjoy junk food all day without guilt because their celebratory calories.”

She laughs, poking his cheek. “I thought that only applies to the person being celebrated?”

He shrugs. “I have practice tomorrow, I’ll burn it all off in no time.”

“Now you’re just being annoying,” she pouts, but there’s no ire in her tone. “Still, I like your idea, let’s do it.”

“Good, because I’m gonna spoil you with all the sweetness I can.”

Setting down the trays carefully to the floor, she sits upon his lap, mischievous smile on her lips. “Right now, the only sweetness I’m interested in is yours,” she whispers before kissing him passionately.

Kise rotates, pining her body beneath his own. “Then by all means, let me give you your fill.”

Shimizu / Momoi – You’re already mine

ASK: Is it too late?!?! May I request Shimizu and Momoi (separate) waiting for their husband (adult au) coming out of surgery (which was successful) and their hubby doesn’t quite remember them.due to the anesthesia and its kinda hilarious because they’re flirting with them and asking who they are and are so surprised they have such a beautiful wife? I hope this made sense.

It totally makes sense and is such a cute ask. I almost picked two boys from the shows to be their husbands but kept them “readers” so some of the guys who read my stuff can be self-inserted too.

Shimizu Kiyoko

Shimizu tried her best not to worry. The doctors had assured her the procedure was simple, in and out, no big deal. But as the minutes dragged by she couldn’t stop her heart from trembling; what if something went wrong? The grab of her hand had her jumping but the voice near her ear brought a sigh from her lips, releasing some of the tension in her back. “He’s gonna be fine, it’s no big deal, remember?” Looking to the side, her bespectacled eyes met the warmth of Daichi’s.

“Thanks for being here,” she said softly, allowing her head to rest on his shoulder. “I…I’m not used to…you know…”

He chuckled, drawing his arm around her shoulder. “I know, Shimizu, I know. You’re used to being the strong one, and you are, but it’s ok to lean on us every once in a while.”

She snorted delicately, punching him lightly in the gut and he laughed a bit louder.
“What’s this? I’m gone for five minutes and you’ve already moved on?”

Daichi grinned up at Yui. “You know you’re the only one for me princess, now where’s that coffee?”

Reaching forward with a giggle, she deposited the requested drink into his hand, the artificial light above glinting off her wedding band. He grabbed it, planting a kiss to the top.

“Ugh, do you have to be so nauseatingly sweet all the time?” complained Shimizu.

“Don’t be jealous,” Yui replied with a sweet smile.

“Don’t worry, I’m not.”

So distracted by their banter, neither noticed the doctor walking down the hall until he had almost reached them. Shimizu stood swiftly, former mirth falling away to give full attention to her husband’s surgeon.

He smiled, gentle and warm. “Everything went splendidly, though I am glad we caught it when we did. A rupture would have been most undesirable.”

Shimizu let out a breath. “Can I see him please?”

The doctor chuckled, “He a bit loopy at the moment but don’t be alarmed, that’s just the effect of the anesthesia. But, of course, by all means. Follow me.”

The three friends made their way to the recovery ward, Shimizu’s eyes softening as they landed on her beloved. She leaned down, planting a gentle kiss to his forehead prompting him to open his eyes and when they did he let out a gasp.

“Am I in heaven?” he asked breathless. Perplexed, Shimizu shook her head, her dark tresses swaying slightly. “Are you sure? Because I’m pretty sure I’m looking at an angel.”

Daichi snorted, earning an elbow to the stomach. “Ouch! Between you and her I’m gonna have bruised ribs,” he complained.

Shimizu’s brow furrowed. “Do…do you not know who I am?”

Slowly he shook his head, but said quickly after, “B…but I want to know! I mean, you’re soooo pretty! How could I not want to know you?”

Now Yui was giggling.

Casting her an irritated glance, Shimizu leaned forward slightly. “I’m your wife,” she advised.

His eyes widened, mouth falling open. “No….way….” he breathed out.

When she nodded he let out a whoop. “I don’t know where I am or why I’m here but if you’re mine nothing else matter!”

She shook her head, calmly petting his hair as she was wont to do when he was over excited and encouraged him to rest, assuring that when he awoke once more all would make sense and they could go home.

Momoi Satsuki

“You have really pretty eyes! Do…do you wear contacts?”

Momoi giggled, running fingertips across her husband’s forehead to clear his eyes of his bangs. “Nope, all natural.”

His eyes trailed up and down her body leaned over him to reach the pillow and fluff it. “All of you?”

She laughed again, giving a playful smack to his chest. “Yes, all of me, silly.” He chuckled, then winced in pain making her lose her mirth momentarily. “Sorry sweetie, I’ll try not to make you laugh.”

“Oh but your laugh is so beautiful! Like…like bird song!” he insisted.

“Why can’t you be this poetic all the time?” she teased.

“What’d you mean? Didn’t we just meet?”

Momoi couldn’t stop more laughter from bubbling up and out of her mouth. “No, you dork! I’m your wife!”

He looked momentarily stunned, then a look of pure bliss erupted over his face. “That’s a relief! I was laying here tryin’ ta figure out how to ask you to marry me and here you already have!”

And she laughed again before kissing him.

UK+Nijimura as teachers seeing one of their students gets bullied? Thanks ❤️

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Obviously trigger warning for depictions of bullying. – Admin Jade

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.”