headcanon idea! Whichever you prefer! If you decide scenario you can take out takao if it’s too much I understand! ^~^ xo love your work!

This is super cute! Thank you for sending it in, I’m sorry I took so long to get to it but I hope you like it! And thank you for your sweet words about my work!

Hanamiya

“So, I have a question,” Hara asks, raising his hand like they’re in a damn classroom.

“What is it?” Hanamiya snaps, not bothering to look up from his book.

There’s a long enough pause that perhaps the bubbling popping idiot has thought better of asking whatever asinine question he has.

“How the hell did you and _____-chan even end up together?”

Or not.

Hanamiya does look up then, fixing a glare that anyone with a half a brain would scramble from but Hara never has seen–literally or figuratively–when it’s just smarter to keep his mouth shut; which in Hanamiya’s opinion would be all the time.

The point is further proven by his next words, “I mean, she’s sweet and cute and, I don’t know, fucking fluffy and you’re,” he pauses, pops a bubble then smacks out, “well you’re you.”

Hanamiya stands, smacking the back of his head. “It’s because I’m me that she’s mine! No one else is good enough for her and if I catch you trying to move in on her–”

“Dude, I won’t! I’m just saying–”

“I’d recommend you not and just shut the fuck up.”

Akashi

“Akashicchi!! Your girlfriend is so cute! She’s like a doll! You have to let me take her to the studio some day, Margie will absolutely flip!”

Akashi smiles, though it’s not entirely mirth filled; Kise’s exuberance is maddening, more so when the object of his affection–or perhaps the better word would be obsession–is his delicate flower.

“She’s not just a figure to play dress up with, Ryouta, she has other good qualities as well,” Akashi says evenly.

“I know that! How else could she hold your attention! I’m just saying I love looking at her because she’s so, so, so cute!”

Akashi’s smile dims, his eyes growing a shade darker; “Just be sure to keep to looking and not touching and we won’t have a problem Ryouta.”

Murasakibara

“So I hear you finally landed a girlfriend, Murasakibara,” Okamura says around a bite of hamburger.

Murasakibara shrugs, his lips pursed to suck up the remnants of his second milkshake.

“What’s with that reaction? You should be proud!” his former captain chastises.

“Atsushi doesn’t have big reactions, you know that,” Himuro puts in.

“Yes but-” Okamura cuts himself off, jaw falling open as one of the cutest girls he’s ever seen walks into the restaurant. Covered in frills and pastels, she looks like a magical girl stepped fresh out of an anime.

His jaw almost hits the floor when she spies their table, waves wildly and runs up, letting out a giggle of, “Tushi-kun! There you are!”

She lands heavily in the purple haired giant’s lap but he barely seems to notice the impact, she’s so tiny; “Oh, _____-chin, you made it,” he mumbles, fries in mouth.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full silly, you could choke!” she says, taking a fry from his plate and popping it in her mouth. It’s then she notices the stares of the others around the table, save for Himuro who she knows well. “Oh! I’m sorry, I’m ______, pleased to meet you!”

Himuro handles the formal introductions, Murasakibara being too absorbed with his eating.

“Awww! You drank it all, already! I’ll get another,” she says, taking the empty milkshake cup with her to the trash.

To everyone’s shock, Murasakibara gets up and follows her, muttering something about making sure she gets his order right but everyone can see him flashing daggers at anyone who even looks like they’re thinking about approaching her.

Okamura looks back at Himuro, his face still an open expression of shock; “She… they… he… HOW?!”

Takao

“Go Kazunari-kun! You can do it!”

Takao smiles, tossing a flawless set up to Midorima who lands yet another perfect shot. They high five, moving back into defense as the game continues.

During half time, he’s in the locker room when a knock at its door draws the team’s attention. He opens in, anticipating seeing his frill-frocked girlfriend and isn’t disappointed.

“You’re doing so good Kazunari-kun! I know you’re busy, so I won’t keep you long but I wanted to give you these!” She shoves a rather large box into his hands. He opens it, mouth watering as the sweet smell of homebaked goods fills his nostrils. “They’re for you all,” she hollers around him, giving a wave and bright smile to the team at large, “good luck!”

“Hmmmm, she made chocolate chip and chocolate is today’s lucky item,” Midorima says, taking one of the treats.

The whole team scarfs them down, listening as coach gives the next play rundown, his own mouth full of cookie.

“You’re so lucky, Takao! Not only is your girlfriend cute but she’s super sweet and can bake!” Miyaji exclaims.

He expects some quip or smart ass remark only to be caught off guard by the soft smile Takao gives; “I know, I love her a lot.”

“Miyaji-san, it’s time to go to the court,” Midorima says bringing him back to himself.

Follower Appreciation Post #4

Here it is the final appreciation post for my top four followers for the month of July. Thank you again so much for all your support and your sweet words! This dear follower asked for a fluff piece for Kagami just enjoying the simple things in life. I really hope you like this!

It’s early when Kagami rises from bed, stretching tight, taught muscles. It’s always a bit awkward sleeping in a new bed, even one with a mattress as comfortable as this, but he knows it isn’t lack of comfort keeping him from snuggling back to your side; he’s excited–and nervous.

It’s been a long time coming but you and he finally managed to make it to Japan for a joint vacation with his former team from Seirin. The logistics were a nightmare, mostly due to varying schedules, but the time has finally arrived and he can’t wait for them to meet you; not even Kuroko has.

Truthfully, none of this would have ever happened if it hadn’t been for you. Kagami is no stranger to odd and abnormal abilities in people but still shook his head in bewilderment when you outlined the plan and showed him where you’d all be staying. Finding two bungalows big enough to house the whole former Seirin High basketball team was impressive enough but to be neighboring one another and this close to the beach, elevated his impression of you to a higher level than it already was.

The rumble from his stomach echoes from the bed in a lower cadence and he chuckles as you roll over, your lips moaning out something that sounds like “breakfast”. He can’t tell if you’re putting in a request or dreaming but either way it fits with his plans for the morning and so he heads to the kitchen (fully stocked prior to your arrival because of course you would have found people to get it taken care of) and begins preparations of the meal.

“Taiga?”

Your sleepy voice draws his attention momentarily from the sizzling bacon and despite his best effort he feels a blush creeping over his cheeks at the sight of you rubbing your eyes clad in one of his shirts. You’re positively swimming in it, highlighting the vast differences in your sizes and it wakes something primal and possessive in his chest; but he can’t leave the bacon or it will burn.

Forcing his attention away from you, he says, “G’morning sleepyhead, hope you’re hungry.”

You move to one of the barstools at the counter, taking a deep long breath through your nose; “Everything smells so good, Taiga, you really are an amazing cook.”

He grins at your praise; “And you haven’t even tasted it yet.”

“My nose tells me all I need to nose.”

Kagami groans and rolls his eyes. “Please don’t say anything like that around Izuki-san, they’ll be no stopping him,” he complains.

Your light airy giggle gains another smile from him. The bacon finally finishes cooking and he sets it on paper towels to dry, allowing him to do what he’s wanted to since you entered the room; take you in his arms and kiss you.

Which he does, slow and gentle, but insistent, his large hands trailing through your hair before sliding down your back to settle on your hips, holding you close, pressing the soft of your chest to the firmness of his. You let loose a little whimper and he feels his blood start to race but there’s not enough time to do what he wants to and so reluctantly he breaks the kiss though stays close to you.

“What was that for?” you ask a bit breathless.

“I can’t just kiss my girlfriend?” he asks through a laugh. He’s pleased at the flush of your cheeks, the glaze of your eyes, happy in the knowledge he can melt you like this.

“Of course you can, you just… don’t usually, not like that,” you explain haltingly. After a seconds pause, you continue hastily, “I’m not complaining! Just… it caught me off guard, but it was nice and I–”

He cuts off your cute rambling with another kiss then nuzzles your nose; “Let’s eat while the food’s still hot.”

It’s mid-afternoon when the gang arrives and Kagami opens the door as they make their way up the path.

“Kagami!” Koganei shouts, waving like a fool.

“Hey guys,” Kagami returns, trying to keep his cool but vibrating with emotion fighting to spill out; it really has been too long since he’s seen these guys.

“Wow, guess being a big superstar on the court’s worked out well for you,” Hyuga comments, eyeing the establishments. He winces under a smack from Riko; “What the hell was that for?”

“Jealousy doesn’t become you, Hyuga Junpei,” she huffs.

“I’m not jealous,” he mumbles, slinging his back over his shoulder.

Kagami shakes his head.

Some things never change.

“Kagami-kun.”

Like the fact Kuroko still can sneak up on people without even trying; “Shit Kuroko, I’ve gotten rusty.”

The blue hair male smiles; “What’d you mean rusty? You weren’t that perceptive to begin with.”

“Shut up,” Kagami snaps but there’s little malice in his tone. After a second, he sticks out his hand which Kuroko takes; “Good to see you.”

The group head inside, all jabbering to and over each other, excitement mounting at being back together again after so many years apart. Sure, there’ve been clusters who stuck close, such as Mitobe (who still doesn’t say much if anything) and Koganei and Furihata, Kawahara, and Fukuda who all live together in a way too small and way too expensive apartment but there hasn’t until now been a time formed to get everyone together.

And it’s all thanks to you, who make your appearance as they all settle in the living room.

Kagami’s face lights up at your entry; “Ah, everyone, this is ________ and she’s pretty much the reason we’re all here this weekend.”

You’re blushing, stammering out, “It… it’s no big deal, Taiga, I mean, I didn’t really–”

“Don’t be so modest, _______-chan, we really appreciate all you’ve done to make this happen,” Riko says with a smile, extending her hand which you take.

She calms you and Kagami is thankful she’s there, otherwise this weekend may have ended up a bit more of a challenge since he’s doubtful he could reign in the craziness that is and always will be Seirin.

It takes a little time for everyone to get settled into their rooms–arguments about who’s sharing with who, who gets the bed, the floors, the couch, whatever–but finally everyone is changed and ready to hit the beach.

Kagami tries not to be possessive, but the sight of you in your bathing suit fills his chest with a rush of pride knowing all that loveliness is his and his alone.

The plan is to go surfing, but it ends up that you and he have to teach these knuckleheads first because it becomes apparent that none of them can, save for Mitobe who just stands with that soft smile on his face watching as person after person wipes out.

Not that Kagami is much better of a teacher; “No, no, idiot! Too far forward, you’re gonna–”

“Aiiieeee!!” Koganei shrieks before the wave takes him.

“Tip the board,” Kagami finishes palming his face.

“Patience, sweetie,” you coo but can’t hide your chuckle at their misfortunes.

Most give up after repeated fails, opting instead to sit on the sand or play in the waves while

you, Kagami, and Mitobe wow them with your “hang ten” skills.

Evening falls and everyone is starving, a natural result of staying in the sun and water all day.

“Ugh, I’m so beat, but I’m the only one who can cook,” Kagami complains, his arm slung heavily over your shoulders.

He quirks an eyebrow up at your responding giggle; “Oh ye of little faith, do you really think I don’t have a plan?”

“What do you–” Kagami’s words cut off as he opens the door and the flood of a very familiar and missed scent hits his nostrils.

Every eye goes wide at the sight of an unfathomable amount of somehow, fresh and positively mouthwatering Majin burgers and fries laid out on the table and counter.

“Dig in,” you offer, extending a hand and it’s like the starting pistol for a feeding frenzy.

Everyone gathers mounds of food and drink, moving to various seats to enjoy the salty, grease filled fair.

Kagami takes a large bit of his third or fourth burger and looks around. He swallows then smiles, happier than he’s been in years. He looks at you, laughing with Riko, about what he doesn’t know, but he doesn’t need to.

It may not have been simple getting here, but it is the simple things that make him most happy.

Things like food, friends, family and–most importantly–you.

What more could he ever ask for?

Kuroko – Snuggle Honey

ASKS:

“You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?” With Kuroko!

How about Kuroko, “You’re lucky you’re cute”

I felt these two worked well together.

You know this is a bad idea. Kuroko has been exhausted – you both have – trying to adjust to your first year as university students. But you can’t help it, you miss him too much and tomorrow is going to be another long, responsibility filled day that you just don’t think you can face without some time with him. Even if you’re both unconscious.

The hinges squeak and you wince but you’ve come too far to stop now. Gingerly you step further into his room, each sound feeling like it’s intensified ten times in the near silence. Finally you reach your goal and gently pull the covers back to make way next to your somehow still slumbering boyfriend.

It isn’t easy but you manage to get all the way horizontal, spooning your back to his front. Just when you think you’re home free you hear his sleepy voice say, “You come to my room and wake me up at 4:00 AM to cuddle?”

“I just…I’m sorry. I couldn’t sleep and I missed you and-”

His arm snakes around your waist, drawing you completely flush to himself. Through a yawn he says, “You’re lucky you’re cute, ____-chan.” Then he’s back to sleep, but with a smile on his face.

Could I request Kagami taking care of his s/o when she’s sick? Like making her food and cuddling

Since I’m sick right now, this is the perfect time to write this as I have plenty of motivation. I did this in head canon form, hope you don’t mind.

Kagami is the type of boyfriend who will all but tie his girlfriend to the bed or couch to make sure she’s getting the rest she needs.
Anything she wants, he’ll get, she just has to ask. He even arranges for her to stay at his place, in his bed with a bell so she can call him if she needs anything.
Though, of course, since she asks for him to snuggle with her most of the day he’s right by her side as it is.
He’ll make a homemade chicken or vegetable soup packed full of healthy ingredients and herbs meant to combat her symptoms.
If she can eat it, he’ll go out and buy either her favorite popsicles or ice cream to help soothe her sore throat.
He’ll pick up all her medication, making sure to go over any prescriptions with the pharmacist so he knows exactly how many doses to give and when.
If she wants to watch movies or TV, he’ll set that up for her.
He’ll even read to her out loud if that is what helps her relax.
He’ll massage her face if she’s super congested to try to help move out all the junk clogging her system
He’s not squeamish at all, so whatever grossness is coming out of her nose, he doesn’t care. He just wants her to get better. Same goes for if she has the stomach flu, he’ll be the one holding her hair back and rubbing her back if she needs to throw up.
If she’s able to eat/drink, he’ll hound her about staying hydrated, keeping track of how many ounces of water she has.
Brews a mean cup of super awesome tea that soothes her throat and calms her cough.
Generally, he’s at her beck and call, will do anything in his power to make her as comfortable as possible and will always take care of her.

scenario of Akashi’s s/o riding him and he has a love hate for it cuz he wants to dominate but it’s sexy seeing them on top

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Hooded eyes looked up at them, an uncommon flicker of indecision present but they didn’t notice, head thrown back in obvious bliss. Akashi trailed his gaze down their half clothed form to where their bodies connected.

He’d watched himself fuck them before, of course, but that was usually in front of a mirror with him behind controlling the action. There was something decidedly different about watching his cock disappear into them with them on top. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it. He wasn’t even sure how they’d ended up here. One moment, they’d been kissing heavily and the next he was on his couch, pants around his ankles and buried to the hilt in their heat.

The only thing he was sure of was that it felt good as the moan he’d worked to hold onto slipped out. He wasn’t used to losing even one ounce of control and to do so with them in this position, well, it was a first to say the least.

His fingers twitched against their hips, his grip tightening as the urge to fling them to the floor and fuck them senseless started to take hold. He squeezed his eyes shut, frustration bubbling up, the need to dominate growing stronger.

“Sei,” their voice breathed, throat dry from the rapidity of their breathing and the exertion of their fucking him. His eyes snapped open and back to their face. “I may be on top, but if you’ll notice,” they looked pointedly at their position, “I’m still on my knees.”

They shifted to bring their mouth closer to his, the angle providing, if possible, a deeper penetration that made both of them groan. With part lips they panted against his, “I haven’t forgotten who the emperor is.”

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imagines/reactions for GOM, Kagami, Hyuga, Kiyoshi, Kasamatsu, Takao, Wakamatsu, Himuro, Mayuzumi, Mibuchi, Haizaki seeing their s/o jump into the pits of hell, literally, during a satanic ritual because she’s the daughter of a demon and the chosen one to spread terror on earth so she killed herself to prevent it from happening?

I definitely felt some inspiration from Supernatural (the tv show) on this one so I added a few elements from there to shake things up a bit. I really hope you enjoy it and I’m sorry it took so long to get done!

Kuroko: His blue eyes flash brightly, wings sprouting in an instant and he tears across the grounds, arms outstretched to catch you. Demon daughter or not, you’re the woman he loves and he won’t let you sacrifice yourself. There has to be another way.

Aomine: Roars in fury as you fall, unloading his clips into the cult members as retribution for their part in driving you to this. Why did they want actual hell on earth when it was already bad enough?

Kise: Being an incubus, Kise was somewhat versed in the lore surrounding you but had always chalked it up to a fantasy told to little demon children at night. But now that he’s fallen in love with you, you’re more than just a power source for him. He jumps into the pit, intent on finding you and somehow bring you back to life.

Midorima: Races home to tear through his inventory. With the amount of lucky, unlucky, cursed, blessed and magic items he’s acquired, there HAS to something someone powerful enough to undo what’s been done wants and right now no price is too high to pay to get you back.

Murasakibara: Clenches his fists, ready to crush any and all who stand in his way. At the very least, he’ll find your body and give you a proper send off so no one can use your visage against him.

Akashi: As son of another head demon, he was well aware of the role you were to play. He’s disappointed you would choose this path rather than stay by his side and rule as was your destiny. No matter, there are ways of bringing you back.

Kagami: Rushes to the pit, his fellow hunters unable to hold him back except for Aomine, who latches onto his collar yelling that it’s too late and killing himself won’t bring you back. Kagami falls to his knees, the flames of hell dancing before him. Maybe he can make a deal?

Hyuga: He really shouldn’t be surprised at this point. Nothing and no one is ever what they seem in this line of work so why would he think this time would be different? Anger floods his chest to mix with the sadness as he wonders if you knew about this from the beginning.

Kiyoshi: Tears roll down his cheeks as he recalls the night before, your words of everlasting love echoing in his mind; so this was why. He crumples to the ground, chest heaving. Why did you have to be so noble?

Kasamatsu: Can’t keep from throwing up, expelling the contents of his stomach on the ground. Wiping his mouth, he stands again, determined to find a way to get you back, no matter who or what he needs to kill.

Takao: Starts laughing hysterically. That did not just happen! It’s an illusion, a nightmare, maybe someone slipped him something but there’s no way he just watched the love of his life fling herself into hell. Even weeks later, he denies it, insisting you’re on a long hunt and will be home “any day now”.

Wakamatsu: Loses his voice from screaming obscenities as he rushes the group of worshipers. Imayoshi has no time to stop him, watching with thin tight lips as his friend leaps after you.

Himuro: Walks slowly towards where he last saw you, eyes fixed on the crater you’ve leapt into. His face betrays none of the raging storm brewing within. He puts the ring around his neck on his finger, a purple light emitting from his body as it settles against his skin. He swore to Kagami never to use this again but desperate times…

Mayuzumi: Scoffs at your impulsive behavior. Apparently you’ve forgotten the extensive collection of research and lore rich books he has available at his fingertips. Another solution may have been had, but you just had to be a hero.

Mibuchi: Cries in anguish at his loss. He was sure he’d tied the ropes tight enough to keep you from getting here and doing this but you’d managed somehow anyway to put him and everyone else first. He doesn’t know if he hates or loves you for that.

Haizaki: He turns his gun formerly trained on the spectators to his own head. You were the one person in this whole damn world who loved him as he is; flawed and damaged beyond repair. What point is there in going on, now that you’re gone?

2 and Imayoshi

Imayoshi – #2 Snowed in

A whistle of wind sends a shiver up her spine as the lights flicker ominously. Winter certainly is in full force. Glancing out the window, her eyes widen as the snow dumps faster than the last time she lifted her eyes from the pages before her. A second shudder breeds goosebumps over her skin as her attention returns to the story.

Only for a yelp to erupt from her lips, her body catapulting out of the chair and onto the floor when the touch of frigid fingers presses on the back of her neck.

“Damn it, Shochi! What the hell?” she yells, angry eyes meeting his amused expression.

“Just lookin’ to warm up, sweetie,” he teases.

“Then run your hands under hot water!”

He chuckles, rubbing his hands together as he rounds the recliner. She eyes his extended appendage doubtfully but finally places her hand into his. At least it’s warmer now.

He draws her up easily, arm wrapping around her waist. It isn’t often he’s expressly affectionate, so cold hand prank or not, she decides to enjoy this lapse in typical behavior.

A deep rumble sounds around them, the storm’s intensity increasing. With a final flicker, the lights snuff out, leaving them embraced in the dark.

“So, seems we’ll be stuck here for a while,” he murmurs, breath hot against her ear. He removes the book from her hand, dropping it to the flood with a thud. “And no light, means no reading.” Lips press against her neck and she shudders for an entirely different reason. “I’ve heard body heat’s the best way to warm up, so let’s retire to the bedroom and let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.”

21 and Kise

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Tucking his hair as best he can beneath the hood of his sweatshirt, Kise then wraps a scarf around his neck. The last touch are a dark pair of sunglasses. “Perfect,” he comments to himself with a nod, grabbing his keys. He locks the door and rushes down the stairs of his apartment. It isn’t long, however, before his plan for concealment fail miserably in the form of clouding glasses, compliments of his breath on the scarf. He takes off them off, hoping the scarf will be enough to keep his face obscured.

All he wants is to get in, get his _______-cchi a present and get out.

In the same mall, said girl is also shopping, looking for the perfect gift for her gorgeous blonde beau. But what does one get someone who literally has everything? Kise’s wealth is…a bit staggering to be honest. After high school, he went into modeling full time and was welcomed with open arms, both by the industry and his fans. Every so often, she wonder how someone like her ended up with someone like him but she’s not giving him up for anything.

Shaking her head, she refocuses attention to the items in front of her, hoping something will jump out and inspire her.

“________-cchi!” exclaims Kise when he spots her around the corner making her almost spill her coffee.

Well, that’s one way to be inspired.

“Kise-kun, funny meeting you here,” she smiles, allowing herself to be drawn into his arms.

He leans down, kissing her. “Are you looking for something special for someone special?” he asks nuzzling her nose.

She taps her chin. “Hmmmm, not sure, know anywhere I can find someone special?”

“_______-cchi is so mean,” he complains with a pout.

Her giggle breaks his concentration and he smiles. But then he looks over her head and spots fangirls starting to gather and point at him making him sigh. She notices the change in his demeanor not to mention feels the tension in his body and glances over her shoulder, frowning at the sight.

Shifting his gaze, Kise sees something that makes his heart jump; he’s knows the perfect gift for her. Grabbing her hand, he tugs her through the back exit and around the building. “Where are we going, Kise-kun?” she asks.

“Travel agent,” he responds, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “This year, my Christmas present to you, and myself too, is time away from all the crazy.”

“But Kise,” she complains, “what about opening presents?”

He turns to look at her, a gleam of mischief in his eyes as he tugs her close. “Then buy a little wrapping for me to take off of you,” he replies, nodding towards a lingerie shop. She blushes but nods nonetheless, kissing him goodbye allowing him to head off to plan their trip, while she looks for something special to wear for her someone special.

21 and Kise

Tucking his hair as best he can beneath the hood of his sweatshirt, Kise then wraps a scarf around his neck. The last touch are a dark pair of sunglasses. “Perfect,” he comments to himself with a nod, grabbing his keys. He locks the door and rushes down the stairs of his apartment. It isn’t long, however, before his plan for concealment fail miserably in the form of clouding glasses, compliments of his breath on the scarf. He takes off them off, hoping the scarf will be enough to keep his face obscured.

All he wants is to get in, get his _______-cchi a present and get out.

In the same mall, said girl is also shopping, looking for the perfect gift for her gorgeous blonde beau. But what does one get someone who literally has everything? Kise’s wealth is…a bit staggering to be honest. After high school, he went into modeling full time and was welcomed with open arms, both by the industry and his fans. Every so often, she wonder how someone like her ended up with someone like him but she’s not giving him up for anything.

Shaking her head, she refocuses attention to the items in front of her, hoping something will jump out and inspire her.

“________-cchi!” exclaims Kise when he spots her around the corner making her almost spill her coffee.

Well, that’s one way to be inspired.

“Kise-kun, funny meeting you here,” she smiles, allowing herself to be drawn into his arms.

He leans down, kissing her. “Are you looking for something special for someone special?” he asks nuzzling her nose.

She taps her chin. “Hmmmm, not sure, know anywhere I can find someone special?”

“_______-cchi is so mean,” he complains with a pout.

Her giggle breaks his concentration and he smiles. But then he looks over her head and spots fangirls starting to gather and point at him making him sigh. She notices the change in his demeanor not to mention feels the tension in his body and glances over her shoulder, frowning at the sight.

Shifting his gaze, Kise sees something that makes his heart jump; he’s knows the perfect gift for her. Grabbing her hand, he tugs her through the back exit and around the building. “Where are we going, Kise-kun?” she asks.

“Travel agent,” he responds, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “This year, my Christmas present to you, and myself too, is time away from all the crazy.”

“But Kise,” she complains, “what about opening presents?”

He turns to look at her, a gleam of mischief in his eyes as he tugs her close. “Then buy a little wrapping for me to take off of you,” he replies, nodding towards a lingerie shop. She blushes but nods nonetheless, kissing him goodbye allowing him to head off to plan their trip, while she looks for something special to wear for her someone special.