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.
Tag: kuroko no basket
“Basketball Monthly had a huge feature on Seirin.”
Kuroko’s smile in the article!!! So precious! I need to write more for him, he’s such a doll!
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.
December 2nd: Hot Chocolate
For the fantabulous @vball-baes-bball-babes ! I am so happy to present you with your very own Christmas gift! When I first got into reading fanfics for my Haikyuu boys you were one of the first blogs I started following, and man did you send me down the dark whole of obsession. Because now I can’t stop writing about my vballers. But, because of your wonderfulness and the joy reading your works brings me, I hope I can bring even a fraction of that to you.
- Character: Kasamatsu Yukio
This is my first time writing for anyone from KNB so I hope it isn’t too bad.
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“It’s cold!”
You rolled your eyes at the blond walking next to you. “It’s not that bad, Kise.”
Laughing as he gaped at your dismissal, you continued on your path. Determined to follow the man that had caught your eye.
“I’m practically a snowman. Can’t we be done?” He whined, tugging on your arm in the opposite direction.
You turned to him, frowning. “You said you could get him to talk to me. That hasn’t happened. So no. We can’t be done until I at least introduce myself.” Throwing your hands into the air you expressed your exasperation with the copy-cat. “How can I ever expect him to fall for me if we’ve never even met? That’s stupid thinking.”
He shook his head. Laughing as he did so, “You can try all you want but it’s not gunna work.”
Pouting at your tall friend, you silently asked for his reasoning.
Kise just repeated his actions and pulled out his phone.
Had you still been watching him, you would have seen Kasamatsu Yukio pull his portal device out shortly after. Seeing it was the basketball prodigy he answered.
“What is it Kise? You better not be giving Hayakawa a hard time!”
Suddenly Kise was laughing into his phone. You were annoyed that your friend was now ignoring you and kept trying to get his attention. Attempting to get him to answer you.
He waves you off and turns away to talk into the phone. “Of course not! It’s fine! It’s fine. Hahaha Anyway, are you free to meet? I’m near your apartment complex and its cold and I want something warm to drink.”
“Yea, well as long as you aren’t skipping practice I guess that’s fine.” Kasamatsu replied.
You were practically glaring at the tall blonde by the time he turned back to face you.
He looked you in the eyes as a sneaky smile grew on his face. “Perfect, meet at the corner cafe?”
The person he was talking to must have agreed, because he gave his farewells and stuck the phone back into his pocket.
“So now you are going to ditch me?” You growled at him, eyes ablaze with the feeling of betrayal. “It’s not even that cold, Kise.” You threw your hands out and away from you.
He stuck his tongue out at you but sauntered away before you could retaliate. Calling over his shoulder, “Come on. If you really want to continue your crusade after I get my drink I’ll still join you.”
Figuring this was his attempt at a compromise, you yielded. What ten minutes drinking a hot beverage and dealing with some random Kise-fan to the possibility of following your crush.
“Fine.” You rushed the distance between you, despite knowing Kise would stop and wait.
Entering the warmth of the quiant cafe, you let your nozzle waft in all the scents. “Mhmm, this was a good idea, Kise.” He smiled and just ushered you to the line in response. “Well, now look who’s in a hurry.”
Had you been paying more attention, you might have seen the spiky black haired male that had just walked in behind you.
“Welcome. What can I get started for you today?” The cashier sent a practiced customer service smile your way. Having had friends in the industry you knew that forced expression anywhere.
You stuck a couple extra dollars into the tip jar as you placed your order. Two large hot chocolates. It was the least you could do for your friend after practically dragging him all over town, not that you’d let him out of holding up his offer to continue afterwards or anything silly like that.
The cashier sent you a grateful smile after handing you your change, a silent thanks for the tip.
You stepped off to the side to wait for your drinks, not noticing or caring that Kise wasn’t right next to you anymore.
“I have two large hot chocolates!” The person placing the styrofoam cups called.
You stepped up and grabbed the drinks, “Thank you.”
The worker nodded to you and called, “I have a caramel hot chocolate!”
Trying to quickly get out of the way, you forgot to pay attention to your surroundings. BUmping into someone and spilling one drink all over yourself.
The other had the fortunate pleasure of coating the poor individual you seemingly attacked.
“Oh my gosh! I am so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention.” You reached for some napkins from behind you and started dabbing the male’s chest. Thankful that it had not been woman’s because you really did not want to get accused of groping in public. “Crap this isn’t coming out at all. I’m so sorry. Please, how can I-” You cut yourself off as your eyes traveled up the form. (e/c) orbs looking with steel blue. “-I-I repay you…”
Kasamatsu’s face was completely red. He had turned mute as soon as the accident occurred, unsure of how he should respond in this situation. Too scared to run away because it might cause you to think you did worse then what happened, but too afraid to say anything because ‘Crap it’s a girl!’
“You’re blocking the pick-up area. Go figure things out somewhere else.” Another customer said to your pair, side swiping around you to grab their own drink. Yelling back to the workers, “And, someone come clean this mess up. Why the hell I’m paying this much for this shit coffee and you can’t even keep your store clean, I’ll never know.”
Huffing out, you quickly made your resolve, “I’m sorry Kasamatsu-senpai.” You turned a scowl on the rude customer. “How dare you yell at these people as if they were your own personal slaves. This is the 21st freaking century you jerk. Obviously this spill just happened, otherwise you would not have felt the need to comment to us about it. Additionally, it was my fault so I will be cleaning it up. Unlike you, some of us actually have respect for ourselves and take responsibility for our actions. These friendly workers made your drink and I’m sure they didn’t mess it up, they do not choose what prices of items are, AND you freaking chose to come here. So get off whatever freaking high-horse you think you are on and apologize for your behavior!”
You were breathless by the time your rant finished. You had accidently drew the attention of many patrons within the small cafe, but many started applauding your outburst. The person you had scolded however just shook their head at you and smirked, “You have no idea who I am, princess. So why don’t you hold your tongue before you hurt yourself.”
It sounded like a threat, and while you weren’t one to back down from a challenge, someone else beat you to it.
“It’s not about who you think you are, it’s about being morally correct. She’s right, the workers did nothing to deserve you attitude or comments. You need to apologize to them before YOU get hurt.” Kasamatsu said evenly, his bushy eyebrows squishing in above his nose as his face expressed a near scowl.
The customer rolled their eyes, “Yea whatever. Sorry, I guess.” And promptly left the store.
By the time Kasamatsu realized he had said a full sentence in front of a member of the female population he had already returned to the blushing mess he was before.
“Geez, (F/N).” Kise called, wrapping his arm over his former captain’s shoulders. “I’m gone for like a minute–you make a mess and cause a scene. What am I going to do with you..?” You knew he was just trying to tease, but it was to early for that.
You knew you messed up. And looking up at the pair of boys from you position on the ground, having already crouched down to wipe up your mess, you told him so. “Not now, Kise. I feel bad enough.”
“Well then.” Kise smiled, “GUess I just gotta brighten your day, huh?”
Ignoring him, you went back to wiping the floor. Eager to get out of the embarrassing situation, get home, changed and out of you now soaked clothes.
“This is–” The blonde basketball player started.
Just to be interrupted by Kasamatsu simultaneously ducking from beneath his arm and realizing something new. “Wait, what? How do you know me?”
Kise was really surprised by his former captain’s ability to form a coherent sentence. Not only in front of you, a female, but also directed at you, a female.
You stayed silent, hoping it would save you.
Forgetting you had your nose-butting-into-everyone-else’s-business-friend with you. “Oh, (F/N) has been begging me to introduce you two for a while now.” You shot your head up and glared at the blonde. He pretended to duck behind his black haired companion. “There I kept my promise, now it’s up to you.” And he left.
Just like that. He left you.
Alone.
With your crush.
“I’m going to kill him.” You said staring at the door intently.
“That’s not legal.” Kasamatsu countered, “I’ll just make Hayakawa run him to the ground in their next practice.” The third-year’s blue eyes were trained hard on the same door you had previously been looking at.
Unfortunately for your sanity, you had turned your attention to your new found company.
Standing up from your position you made quick work of taking care of your trash. Reading yourself for a hasty exit after your sub-par performance of a first meeting.
“W-w-wait, sh-shoul-d-n’t you get a n-new drin-nk?” He stuttered out, face back to resembling a tomato.
You shook your head in the negative, “Nah, I spent my last bit of cash getting these for Kise and I because I owed him.”
The male in front of you just nodded his head. Internally accepting the fact that of course you were with Kise. ‘How could someone so willing to stand up for what’s right be with a silly boy like him?’ He wondered, before mentally slapping himself. He hardly knew your name, who did he think he was to get jealous over your relationship with his older teammate.
“He did hold up his end of the deal by introducing me to my crush, so I guess I could thank him formally for that later.” You mumbled to yourself.
Unfortunately for you, fortunately for everyone else in your life, Kasmatsu heard you.
And while he returned to a stuttering mess of a cherry faced boy, he grabbed onto your wrist, walked you back to the cashier, re-order you and his hot chocolates and paid for them both.
Kise looked through the window at his friend with a small smile playing on his lips, “You go Kasamatsu! Take good care of her for me.” And walked away to leave you to your make-shift date.
Oh this is so cute!!! Thank you so much for the lovely surprise! I’m glad to have influenced you to start writing about our lovely boys! Thanks for always being so supportive (including helping me with writing some prompts) and just generally being a sweet person! I think you did a great job writing my dear Kasamatsu!
May I request a soulmate au (whichever the kind you prefer), simply fluff with Hanamiya, Aomine and Akashi? (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) thank you <3
the one with the timer of your first meeting ; first encounters!
AKASHI: Akashi tended to avoid things as absurd as fate. The idea of soulmates was something that had been passed down generations and, as a slight skeptic, a concept he didn’t really believe in. The only truth he believed in was tenacity and diligence — both of which had placed him upon the throne he sat today, not luck.
All the magic that came with finding your loved one, the sparkles and butterflies people spoke so fondly of, was almost blatantly horrifying. This was perhaps the reason why Akashi never really did look down on his timer, not after he decided that he would wait until he fell in love to check. Love at first sight was blind faith and he didn’t give much thought to it.
Until you that was. Meeting you had been somewhat accidental, a bumping of shoulders as you rushed down the sidewalk. Your hair caught in the wind as you whirled around, eyes blown wide in surprise, your pretty lips parting. It was almost cinematic, that moment. “Oh God, I’m so sorry!” you gasped, stumbling over your own feet and straight into his arms. It was comical to say the least but Akashi gave it no further thought as he caught you easily, reassuring you that it was okay. “I-I—oh my God, this is embarrassing, I’m super sorry. I have to run but I’m really sorry again!”
Something in his heart kicked him, urged him to ask for your name and introduce himself to you. But, again, he figured it was just a momentary lapse in judgment. As you looked down at where your arms were joined, wrists close to each other, he, for the first time in a very long time, looked at the numbers.
00:00:00 – your eyes widened even bigger. “Um,” you started, blinking.
“Akashi,” he suddenly said, wondering what in the world pushed him to do so. “It’s—lovely to finally meet you.”
These were great!
Scenario of Hyuuga now a coach of a high school team (can be Seirin if you want) and his cute wife brings him his forgotten bento. Hope it’s not too specific!
Coming right up @vball-baes-bball-babes! It’s short but I hope you enjoy it!
“Again!” Hyuuga commanded again as soon as his players reached the court line. His eyes trailed each player as they ran at their own pace, hearing echoes of their pants throughout the gym as they abruptly stopped at the beginning line. “Again!”
As the new generation of Seirin’s basketball players sprinted across the court, Hyuuga noticed some of the boys look towards the door behind him. He turned to find you with a smile. Hyuga smiled at you as you walked towards him with a wave. The Seirin basketball players began to loudly pant as they finished their run.
“Okay, five-minute break. Go!”
“Yes, Coach!” the team responded just before they ran off even faster than their sprints. Their water bottles were calling them more than finishing the sprints wholeheartedly.
You giggled to see your husband shake his head. “Don’t be so hard on them right now. It is the first week of practice.”
“Go ahead and say that in front of Riko and see how she responds. She’ll think I’m even weaker than I was in high school,” Hyuuga scoffs. His eyebrows raise to see the bag you held behind you. “What’s that?”
“You forgot your bento, so I brought it to you,” immediately, you pouted. “Just how busy have you been that you forgot to eat lunch?”
Hyuuga flinched with a nervous smile. It grew even timider when you began to scowl. Your body leaned closer with the plastic bag up but your scowl would not leave, even as Hyuuga rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish laugh. Your growl became more intimidating.
Wives were scary.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” Hyugga protested in a hushed tone. You had to hold back your small laugh when Hyuuga’s cheeks became pink. He would look to his players that snickered then back to you. As he snatched the plastic bag swiftly, Hyuuga snapped to his players with a pointing finger. “Time to lift weights, go!”
Immediately, every player groaned as they ran to the weight room.
You laughed. As Hyuuga turned to you with a pout, you grasped his shoulder and stood taller. The softness of your plump lips against his cheek made his cheeks turn to a bright red.
“H-Hey, I told you not in front of the players,” Hyuuga grumbled. Your husband was the cutest ever. As you kissed his cheek again, a smile shyly appeared.
“That’s why you sent them to the weight room, right?” you teased, poking Hyuuga’s nose.
Suddenly, Hyuuga wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into him. The two of you laughed together when your lips pressed tightly against each other. Your eyes met as your foreheads pressed against each other. The aura of the gym changed from hectic and cold to comforting and content. Hyuuga could never admit it, but it was obvious his world could change in seconds.
“Thank you. I’ll see you at home, okay?” Hyuuga said as before kissing your lips lightly again.
You lightly pressed your lips against his with a small laugh. “Hurry home, okay dear?”
Awwwww!!!! Thank you, this is so cute!!! I simply adore Hyuuga and this was a pleasant surprise to get tonight!
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
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!
A little sketch of Akashi for @baesketballers !!! He’s here to pick you up for a date （*’∀’人）♥
This is amazing!!
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