First Family Dinner [Kasamatsu Yukio]

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[Name] was sitting
in a chair at the station, watching as all sorts of people passed her by
and fidgeting with the hem of her dress. Subconsciously, she worried
about it being too short whenever the wind would cause it to flutter an
inch or two up her thigh and she would tug at the ends, trying
desperately to keep it down. Her mother had insisted on her wearing
tights underneath, but [Name] had quickly refused due to the heat of the
weather. Now she was regretting that decision.

Taking her phone
out of the purse she had resting on her hip, she checked the time before
opening up a game app. She had arrived at the station ten minutes
earlier than she should have, wanting to be on time for the special
occasion. She could only hope that Kasamatsu wanted to do the same.


They
had been sitting in the café where they had their first date, the
current one being their third lunch date. [Name] was rambling on about
her friends at school and the activities they were doing. Every so
often, Kasamatsu would grunt or reply to a comment he found interesting,
but for the most part he stayed silent, content with just listening as
he was left to his own thoughts. His cheeks had a very light tinge of
red to them and it was obvious that his mind was preoccupied with other
things, but [Name] merely brushed it off as his natural nervous
tendencies.

“H-hey,” he interrupted, steel blue eyes
meeting hers for a brief second before glancing away. Instead of idly
shaking, his hands played with the napkin on the table in front of him,
picking at it and tearing off pieces. “My parents were wondering… U-uh,
dinner. W-would you like to come over for d-dinner?”

[Name]
felt heat rise to her face and her eyes widened at the offer, staring
at him with slight shock. She opened her mouth, blurting out a few
incoherent words before she could get out a comprehensible sentence.

“D-dinner?
I mean, isn’t it a bit early? W-we’ve only been dating for a week
a-and, I mean, w-we’re not even official…” She trailed off, noticing how
Kasamatsu clenched his teeth at her words, like she was force feeding
him something bitter. Looking down towards her empty plate, the heat on
her cheeks intensified. “But… If you don’t mind, I guess we could. Have
dinner, I mean. Y-yeah, dinner with your family sounds nice.”

She
heard what she thought was a sigh of relief from her companion at the
table and, braving a glance, she found that he was staring at her with
determined eyes and a redder face.

“G-good. It’ll be next week Saturday then.”


Cursing
as she lost yet another life in her game, [Name] pressed the button to
restart from the checkpoint, hoping she could avoid her character’s
inevitable doom.

“H-hey, [Name]-san.”

[Name] looked up from
her phone, mentally cursing as she heard the sound of her character’s
death play through the small speaker. Walking towards her was Kasamatsu,
his hand up in a small greeting as he quickly closed the distance
between them. [Name] smiled and walked towards him after putting her
phone away to close the distance faster, lacing her hand with his once
they were close enough. In turn, this caused Kasamatsu to sputter at her
open display of affection, trying desperately to shake her off at first
before settling into the feeling of her smaller hand in his.

“W-we should get going,” Kasamatsu grunted as he led her in the direction of his house.

“Okay,” [Name] agreed, following his pace as they walked together.

The
walk to his house was a silent one, neither of them saying anything for
the most part of it. Every so often, Kasamatsu would cast a glance down
to [Name], memorizing the facial features she made as she thought about
the dinner to come. Her brows were furrowed slightly and her eyes
shined with a certain worry. Her lips, shinier than usual—was she
wearing makeup?—were placed in a slight pout and Kasamatsu couldn’t help
but think she looked cute in that moment. He cursed himself for
allowing his blush to reappear at the thought, his eyes quickly darting
away so he could calm himself down. He didn’t want to become a trembling
mess this early into the evening.

“I’m nervous.”

The sudden
confession caused both Kasamatsu and [Name] to stop in their tracks on
the sidewalk. Letting go of his hand and moving off to the side, [Name]
leaned against a wall nearby as she closed her eyes to take calming
breaths. It was at that moment Kasamatsu could notice the slight shaking
in her hands and the subtle waver in her voice. It was strange watching
her suffer through the nervous habits he would often be victim to. He
felt bad for thinking that he would be the only nervous one at this
dinner. Instinctively, his hand reached out to her own and he squeezed
it once, hoping to calm her down.

“What about?” He asked, forcing himself not to stutter as he tried to be a pillar of support.

“A
lot of things,” she admitted, opening her eyes to stare at the
sidewalk, “Do I look okay? Am I dressed okay? Will they like me? Will
they hate me? I really want tonight to go well. I really want it to
work, for us to work. I… I really like you…”

The last part of her
confession, though spoken quietly, resounded in Kasamatsu’s mind. He
felt the need to comfort her in her time of worry, but his inexperience
with these types of situations caused him to pull a blank on what to do.
After a silent moment, Kasamatsu found himself taking her face into his
shaking hands. Mustering up as much courage as humanely possible, he
looked her straight in the eyes before quickly bending down to place a
chaste kiss on her lips. It was clumsy and their teeth knocked together
slightly from the sudden impact, but when he pulled away he found that
it had the effect he was hoping for. Her eyes, which had been so worried
before, held no trace of that emotion as she looked at him in slight
shock and amazement, her cheeks flushing red at the surprise.

“They’ll
like you,” he said quietly as he dropped his hands from her face, going
to hold hers once more. “B-because I… like you.”

[Name] found
herself smiling as the pesky heat in her cheeks persisted on staying.
After another silent moment, the two resumed walking towards Kasamatsu’s
household, hands intertwined.

“What about my dress?” She asked after a beat, tugging at it with her free hand. “Is it decent for dinner?”

“Tch,”
Kasamatsu scoffed, avoiding looking at her, “It’s too damn short. Wear
something longer next time if you want to be decent.”

Truthfully, he just wanted to stop the ever increasing blush he got every time the wind lifted her dress.

{EXTRA}

After
a successful dinner with his family, [Name] waved a goodbye to them as
Kasamatsu walked her back to the station. The walk back was livelier
than their previous venture as [Name] commented on his family and the
conversations that had happened at dinner. Kasamatsu would reply every
so often, voicing his own opinion. Once they had arrived at the station,
all conversations about dinner had been exhausted and a comfortable
silence consumed the air around them.

“Hey…” Kasamatsu started after a minute, looking away from [Name]. “I-I was wondering… D-do you want to make it o-official?”

“Huh? What do you mean Kasamatsu-senpai?”

Collecting his resolve, Kasamatsu closed his eyes to avoid an emotional meltdown. “[Name]-san, please be my girlfriend!”

His only response was a happy giggle and a sweet kiss to the lips.

He’s too cute!!

First Kiss [Kasamatsu Yukio]

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Sprint forward, fake
to the left, then bolt to the right, finishing it all off with a mad
dash for the net before creating the perfect arch between the ball and
its destination. In theory, [Name] thought it would have been simple to
mimic the things she had seen many of her friends do on the basketball
court. In practice, however, it only proved to be much more difficult.

“A-ah,
sorry!” [Name] stuttered out an apology as she missed the net
completely, the ball landing just in front of it before bouncing away
and off the courts. Running after it, she rattled off a string of
excuses. After retrieving the basketball from its nesting spot in the
grass beside the outside court, she brought it back to the three point
line, dribbling clumsily. “I thought I could get it that time…”

Kasamatsu
mentally groaned as he watched [Name] bring the ball back to where he
was trying to teach her how to shoot. They had been going at it for
nearly an hour now and she had made little to no progress. Honestly, he
believed she showed no signs of ever getting better at his beloved
sport. He was starting to think she had no athletic talent whatsoever.

“Maybe
we should try getting closer to the net,” he suggested, grunting as he
caught the ball after she sloppily passed it to him.

The pair
walked closer to the basketball hoop, stopping once they were only a few
feet away from it. Kasamatsu hoped she would at least be able to make a
basket from where they stood now. Bouncing the ball a few times where
he stood, he went into a small rant as he tried to explain what she
should be doing and how she should do it. His arms brought that
basketball up as if he were about to shoot it, showing her the motions
she should try to follow. The entire time, his steel blue eyes were
focused on the net, not once wavering from it.

“You didn’t put enough force into that last attempt, so maybe being closer to the net will be better for you…”

As
he spoke, [Name] found herself staring at him in admiration. His
determination towards the sport had been what initially attracted her to
him, but hearing him talk about it in person was a totally different
experience for the young first year. She could practically feel his love
for the game rolling off of him in waves as he tried his best to
explain it to her. As he spoke about it, his face would often form a
grin and he would clench his fists in excitement, the muscles in his
arms tensing along with it. [Name] couldn’t help but admire what she
deemed to be the perfect physique of the older male, her mind traveling
to places not safe to mention in public.

“Hey, Kasamatsu-senpai,” [Name] murmured, interrupting his instruction.

Kasamatsu
paused midsentence when [Name] interrupted him, facing her with an
expression that said he was all seriousness. Why had she interrupted
him? The only plausible answer he could think of was that maybe she was
getting bored of learning to play. Kasamatsu hoped this wasn’t the
truth.

“You don’t stutter when you talk to me about basketball.”

Heat
found its way to his cheeks and Kasamatsu found himself choking on his
own saliva when he heard her words. “S-sh-shut up,” he huffed after he
took a moment to catch his breath. Throwing the basketball a bit harshly
in her direction, he watched as she caught it with a grunt, nearly
dropping it. “Have you even been paying attention to what I’ve been
saying?!”

“Not exactly,” [Name] admitted, bouncing the orange ball
in place a bit before taking aim towards the basket. “But all I really
need to do is aim and shoot, right? Shouldn’t be that hard.”

Kasamatsu
couldn’t bring it in himself to remind her that she had missed every
basket she aimed and shot for so far. Taking a calming breath in order
to sooth his still reddening cheeks, he watched as she missed yet
another basket. [Name] cursed under her breath as she was forced to
retrieve the ball yet again. As he watched her try over and over to make
a basket, Kasamatsu couldn’t help but think that what she had said was
sort of true. The day before, he had been a stuttering mess when
conversing with her, but as soon as [Name] asked him to teach her how to
shoot a basket, a newfound determination had sparked in his soul. He
found himself shaking less as they discussed a topic he was extremely
familiar and comfortable with. Suddenly, he could talk to her as if she
were one of his own first year teammates. Instead of being a pretty girl
that could make him into a fool, she had become a student he could
teach—albeit a pretty, female student, but a student nonetheless.

As
he thought, Kasamatsu’s eyes traveled along her body, watching her form
as she positioned herself to shoot. Muscles tensed slightly, eyebrows
furrowed above focused eyes, and a pink tongue poking out of the corner
of her lips. Every so often [Name] would replace her tongue with teeth
as she bit and chewed on her lips in concentration. Kasamatsu soon found
his mind wandering to less appropriate places as he continued to stare
at her and he found that pesky blush of his to be coming back with a
vengeance. He cursed himself, realizing that as soon as his mind left
the thought of basketball and wandered towards the thought of her, his
hands started to shake slightly again. In order to avoid another awkward
situation, Kasamatsu averted his eyes from her, nearly missing the
familiar swish of the basket as he did so.

“Oh. Oh!
Kasamatsu-senpai, I did it!” [Name] turned towards him with an excited
smile, pointing towards the basket as if she could show him an instant
replay. She hopped lightly in place, looking towards him for approval.

“Congratulations,” Kasamatsu grunted, nodding to her. He was actually pretty impressed. Maybe she could make progress after all.

“Congratulations? What, I don’t get a prize?” [Name] pouted.

“H-huh? W-What do you want?” Kasamatsu asked, baffled at what he could possibly give her as an award.

Thinking
for a moment, [Name] put a finger to her lips as she hummed in thought.
A few seconds passed before she made a sound that told him she had come
to a decision. Taking a few steps toward the taller male, she latched
her hands onto his bigger ones before looking at him. In turn, he tensed
up completely, his arms and legs ever so slowly starting to vibrate in
place as he became nervous. As their eyes met, Kasamatsu couldn’t help
but flush in embarrassment at the physical contact. It wasn’t until he
noticed her eyes flutter shut and her body shift to lean up towards him
that he truly realized what she had wanted. He found himself stuttering,
staring at her slightly puckered lips.

“Come on, Kasamatsu-senpai, no need to be shy,” [Name] mumbled, eyes still closed after he still hadn’t closed the distance.

Swallowing
the lump in his throat and ignoring his erratic heartbeat, Kasamatsu
leaned down towards her, refusing to close his eyes until he was sure he
wouldn’t miss completely. A few tense milliseconds later and his lips
finally landed upon hers. He allowed his own eyes to shut as he felt the
blush consume his entire face. Seconds later, they both retreated from
the simple first kiss, red adorning both their faces.

They hoped it would be the first of many.

{EXTRA}

“I-I-I
should w-walk you home n-now,” Kasamatsu stuttered as he escaped from
[Name]’s hold, reverting back to his awkward and nervous habit.

“Wait,
I want to try for one more basket!” [Name] ran to retrieve the
basketball before returning to her previous spot and shooting. Secretly,
she hoped another basket would earn her another kiss, but when neither
the sound of the net nor the sound of a ball bouncing reached their ears
after a moment, [Name] found herself looking towards the hoop. “O-oh… I
think it’s stuck up there.”

“Hey! That’s my favorite basketball!”

So cute!!

GABBY my bby! How are you doing? Can I get a Kasamatsu and Aomine scenario (separate) where their S/O is incredibly frustrated with everything to the point she wants to quit her job and stop being nice to people? (she’s reached her breaking point and doesn’t know what to do..) fluff ending would be preferable please? :D

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AOMINE

He watches as you sluggishly make way to your shared bedroom in your modest apartment, eyes wide when he sees you slump face-first on the soft surface of the sheets. He meant to offer you some popcorn with the bowl he has in hand—an NBA game is playing on TV—but he ditches the idea, placing the bowl on the nearest counter top before pacing to get to where you are.

“Welcome home,” he says warily as he observes you from the doorway. You look dead if not for your garbled, incorrigible response. He approaches you, sitting slowly on the bed next to you, a large palm on your shoulders. You are still carrying your backpack.

“Hey,” he calls out again, “you okay?”

“I want to sleep forever,” you murmur back, and that is when he knows it is more than just a bad day. He scoops you from behind by your underarms like someone would handle a kitten, easily lifting you up to a sitting position facing him. Deft hands help you get rid of your backpack, which ends up sliding down the bed and to the floor with a light thump. Warm arms wrap around you, and you realize that your face is buried against his chest—a position in which you feel complete protected.

He hears your light sobs and brings you impossibly closer as he gently strokes your hair, a behavior that juxtaposes his gruff self so strongly that your heart wrenches even more.

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

“I’m tired,” you whisper, “so tired, Daiki, I just wish I could quit.”

He kisses the top of your head, making you want to sob into his chest all the more, but then he tips your head up to look him in the eyes before planting a soft kiss on your lips. You feel his breath against you, sending pleasant shivers down your spine, but the pain you have endured the whole day is not yet forgettable.

“I don’t want to go tomorrow,” you say defeatedly, “I don’t want to meet them ever again.”

And then he descends again, sapphire eyes seemingly glowing in the dark room before he closes his eyes as he kisses you again, this time with more passion.

“Don’t worry, babe, I’m going to make you forget about them,” you hear him say as the hand around your waist caresses the skin under your shirt, “and then I’ll call you in sick tomorrow so we can figure this out.” You gasp when he moves to nip at your neck instead—Aomine might not be so eloquent in sweet things, but his methods of distraction are as equally effective.

“Just relax for now. I’ll take care of you.”


KASAMATSU

The sound of your bag hitting the side of the couch is the first thing he hears after the slam of the front door, and seconds later he spots your figure rushing to the bathroom before he hears another slam and a click. His previously relaxed temperament turns into that of murky worry and anxiety, but he has a clue as to what is making you so upset.

With a slight frown on his face—it hurts him to see you like this—he approaches the bathroom door, trying to detect sounds of anything going on beyond the slab of wood, but upon hearing none, he knocks slowly.

You hear him call out your name, his voice gentle and slightly muffled from outside the bathroom, and you lift your head only to see your horrible reflection in the mirror. Your hair a mess, your face… well, you have looked better, but the day took a toll on you, and it seems like it is not just mentally. You sigh, washing your face as quick as possible before stepping out. You hate worrying him, but you cannot take back that dramatic entrance you executed a minute ago—there is no way you can pretend it is nothing now.

Maybe you can lie that you really wanted to pee.

No, you shake your head in disdain. There is no escaping him.

“Hey,” you meekly call out once you open the door, slightly embarrassed at your outburst and what you did with the entrance door. He cups your cheek with a hand, his thumb stroking you so gently that you feel the burden on your shoulders vaporize almost immediately.

“Hey,” he echoes, “what happened?”

You slowly close the distance between your bodies in a hug, one that he instantly reciprocates. With the reassurance of his hand on your back, you reply, “They’re horrible,” and then after a long sigh, “they’re all horrible.”

Kasamatsu ushers you towards the couch, where you are sat comfortably before you find yourself in his arms again. 

“You don’t deserve this,” he quietly says, leaving loving strokes on your back to calm you down. “I think talking about it is only going to make you worse, though,” he continues, and you nod. 

“I’ll fix you a drink and we can relax for a bit, okay? Don’t worry about tomorrow, I’ll let your boss know that you need some time off.” Your boyfriend pecks your temple before standing up to make his way to the kitchen, but you tug at his hand and he understands, trying not to let the smugness get to you at the sight of his blushing checks.

“I get it, I get it,” he murmurs, resorting to litter kisses against the skin of your neck, conveniently hiding his reddening face from you. 

I won’t leave you.

Sweet supportive boys!

First Date [Kasamatsu Yukio]

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I hope you guys like Kasamatsu because you’re about to get a lot of him.


Sitting alone at the
top of a play set’s slide, [Name] idly played games on her cellphone as
she waited. Clouds had started to blow in from the East, covering the
sun every so often and casting shadows on the ground below. [Name] hoped
it wasn’t a bad omen.

Turning her game off, [Name] glanced at the time displayed on the glowing screen before heaving a sigh of disappointment. 12:30.

“He’s half an hour late…” [Name] muttered as she felt her stomach rumble.

After
Kasamatsu had accepted her offer of going on a date, the two had
discussed what days they would both be free. Well, more like she had
discussed while he simply grunted in response, shaking in his shoes.
Eventually, the two had agreed upon a lunch date that Sunday evening.
Something simple that the both of them could handle which would also
allow the two of them to get to know each other better. They had agreed
to meet in the park where the basketball teams often met and [Name] had
arrived twenty minutes early, excited to see the older male. However, as
time crawled on, she was finding it difficult to stay patient.

“I can’t believe he stood me up…”

Pushing
off and sliding down to the bottom of the play set, [Name] resolved to
just go home. As she walked, she bit the side of her cheek to stop the
tears that were prickling at her eyes from flowing. Blinking back her
emotions proved to be a tad difficult as she brushed past strangers
walking through the park. She grumbled to herself and glared at the
ground while making her way towards the park’s exit. It was ridiculous
of her to think she could have a happy time with the guy she liked for
so long.

Finally reaching the sidewalk outside the park, she took
the first few steps that would take her home. By now her tears had
receded and the only emotion left was borderline apathy towards the
situation. She barely noticed the dark haired male that ran passed her.
If he hadn’t accidently bumped shoulders with her, muttering an apology
as he hurried past, she would’ve mistaken him for someone else.

“Kasamatsu-senpai?”

Hearing
his name, the hurrying male came to a stuttering stop as he turned
towards the voice that had called out to him. He was panting hard from
running all the way from the station and a thin layer of sweat had
started to break out on his skin. He cursed whoever had stopped him on
the sidewalk, knowing full well that he was more than half an hour late
for his rendezvous by now. When his eyes landed on the Seirin female
however, he knew instantly that he had already screwed up.

“[Name]-san,
I-I thought we were going to m-meet in the p-park,” Kasamatsu said
through his heavy breathing. Inwardly, he awarded himself for not
stuttering as much as usual, but chalked it up to the fact he was trying
hard to catch his breath.

“You’re late.”

Her near apathetic
response shocked the third year. Lifting his shaking hand to rub at the
back of his neck, he felt a shameful heat reach towards his cheeks as
he avoided her gaze.

“Y-y-yeah… S-sorry…”

He gave no excuse
for his tardiness, wondering to himself if it would even make a
difference if he had. She was upset with him. He had screwed up majorly
and she probably didn’t want anything to do with him now. Silence
consumed the both of them as they stood on the sidewalk, the people
passing by giving them small glances. Two minutes passed with them
standing there in silence before Kasamatsu decided to open his mouth and
apologize again, but a low rumbling cut him off before he could get a
word out.

“A-ah…” He looked down at the younger girl and watched
as her cheeks reddened. Her eyes refused to meet his as she placed her
hands around her stomach in a vain attempt to hush the organ.
Sheepishly, she glanced at him after her stomach had settled once more.
“I-I’ve been waiting for our lunch date all day.”

Kasamatsu made a noise of understanding as he scratched at his cheek. “I-If you want, we can still g-go… To l-lunch, I mean.”

The
offer was left hanging in the air for a tense moment as [Name] thought
over his offer. Kasamatsu could practically hear his own heart beating,
reminding him of the adrenaline rush he got from being on a basketball
court. Only the feeling he was getting now was more sickening, making
him want to run. Part of him wished she would reject his proposal so he
could go home and save himself from further embarrassment, but the
majority of him knew that if that happened, he would be emotionally
crushed.

“Sure,” [Name] answered quietly. Suddenly, she put her
hands on her hips as she looked away with a slight pout. “But you’re
paying since you’re the one who was late for our date.” Her cheeks
reddened as she reminded him of their date, in turn causing his own
cheeks to redden.

“A-ah, y-yeah,” Kasamatsu agreed, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders.

Nodding
to each other in agreement, the two started making their way to town
where most of the restaurants and cafés were located. They walked side
by side in silence, not looking at each other as they turned corners and
crossed streets. It wasn’t until the sun had been completely covered by
unnoticed clouds and the first few fat drops of rain had started
falling that either of them had made a sound. In a panic to get out of
the rain and stay close together, Kasamatsu instinctively latched his
hand onto [Name]’s smaller one, setting the pace as they ran for cover.
[Name] felt a heated blush make its way towards her cheeks as she
noticed their intertwined hands. She had to fight the urge to comment on
how adorable she found the action.

“Oh man, my hair is going to
get all frizzy,” [Name] whined, tugging at a strand of hair with her
unoccupied hand as the two of them made their way under the veranda of
the nearest café. Though they hadn’t been in the rain for long, water
still dripped slowly from their hair and clothing. As they both stared
out into the downpour, they wondered how each of them would be getting
home safely today. “After lunch, I can call my mom to come pick us up.
We’ll drive you to the station.”

“S-sure.” Kasamatsu said, thankful that he wouldn’t have to brave more of the rain in order to make it home.

[Name]
smiled up at him, her eyes meeting his nervous steel blue ones as she
nodded her head towards the café behind them. Catching the hint,
Kasamatsu stiffly nodded as he led her inside, standing with her in line
so that they’re lunch date could begin. The smile on her face stayed
there the entire time as she looked around the quaint café they had
stumbled upon. Slowly, his own small smile made its way onto his face as
he watched her.

Maybe he hadn’t screwed up so bad after all.

{EXTRA}

“Hey, Kasamatsu-senpai?”

The older teen looked towards his younger companion as they waited in line to be seated, his eyes asking his unspoken question.

“I think it’s really cute that you’re still holding my hand.”

Letting
go of her hand, a string of broken apologies sputtered out of his lips
as Kasamatsu flushed red, shaking from more than just the cold rain now.
[Name] could only grin before she burst out laughing at his reaction,
causing him to yell in embarrassed frustration.

No, he hadn’t screwed up the date after all.

I love Kasamatsu-senpai!