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Kagami
He knew something was wrong when you texted him back right away that you’d be home in ten minutes. Flying to the kitchen, he hurriedly starts preparing your favorite treat then amends that idea to cooking a full blown comfort and home cooked meal. Savory and sweet scents greet you as you walk through the door, eyes red-rimmed and nose sniffling.
“Go get cleaned up, dinner’ll be ready soon,” Kagami advises, stirring the pot.
You make some nonsensical noise, a thank you he thinks, and do as told.
Kagami sighs, looking at the mess in the kitchen, a bigger one than he’d normally make thanks to his rush, but he hopes you’ll be able to taste the love he has for you in what he’s prepared for your post break up meal.
Kiyoshi
The slam of the door makes him jump but when Kiyoshi’s eyes land on you, the disheveled and disarrayed format of your hair, your clothes-
“What happened?” he asks standing from the couch and moving quickly to your side. He’s unprepared when you fling yourself into his chest, finger curling against the fabric of his shirt and a deep, loud sob wrenching from your throat.
Immediately his arms, strong and secure, land around you, one hand petting your hair as he murmurs soft words of support in your ear.
Gently he draws you to the couch, laying down on his back with you on top of him and can only pray you don’t notice the thunderous way his heart is beating at he holds you while you cry. Now is not the time for you to realize it’s been beating this way for you for a long time.
Miyaji (Yuuya)
The sound of your crying has Miyaji’s teeth on edge.
You’ve been like this every night for a week and if you’re not crying you’re walking around looking like an extra from The Walking Dead. But he’s out of his depth, completely unsure how to help you and wanting nothing more than to murder the person who broke your heart.
Knocking at the door of your room, he waits for your approval to enter. It comes in the form of a grunt but he takes it anyway, twisting the knob and walking inside. It’s dark, save for the glow of your phone screen as you endlessly scroll through your social feed, pictures of them undoubtedly flooding your vision.
Gritting his teeth, he snaps the phone from your grasp, plants himself before you and says, “Enough is enough. They aren’t worth any more tears. They’re an idiot.” You look at him with wide, sad eyes and he sighs, allowing himself to do what he’d refrained from for so long; he reaches out and touches your face, thumbing away tears that continue to fall. “Don’t make me throw a pineapple at you,” he mutters. There’s a beat of silence and then he hears a sound he’s longed to for the entire week; your laughter.
Mibuchi
“What you need,” Mibuchi says, voice light and airy despite the heaviness he feels in his heart, “is to make them realize what they’ve lost.” Your protests fall on deaf ears as he drags you out of bed, throws somewhat decent clothes at you and goes on, “Get dressed, we’re going out.”
Then he drags you to a salon where you get pampered and primped. Massage, hair washing, cut and color, manicure, pedicure, he has it all done and pays for everything despite your admonishment that he’s doing too much.
“Nothing’s too much for you,” he insists, smile bright.
When you’re done there, he takes you to another store, buys you a new outfit that is perfectly tailored to you and then drags you out on the town.
“But I don’t want to see them,” you whine.
“I was mostly joking about that part,” he admits, guiding you by your elbow to a fancy restaurant you know is out of your price range. “This was all about getting you to understand you’re worth far more than they ever treated you.” His eyes get serious. “You’re a wonderful person and if they couldn’t appreciate that, well, it’s their loss and…someone else’s gain.”
He can’t quite get himself to admit he hopes it’s his own but that may come…all in due time.
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UK+Nijimura as teachers seeing one of their students gets bullied? Thanks ❤️
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.”
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?
could I request for supernatural au, an nsfw scenario of Mibuchi and reader who is a nekomimi during a stormy night?
Nekomimi
(for those like myself who are unfamiliar with the term): A fictional character
who has cat ears on an otherwise human body, and possibly other feline
characteristics such as a tail.
A
bright flash illuminates the room followed by a resounding crash of thunder
strong enough to shake the windows. Her mewl, scared in tone, draws Mibuchi’s
attention from his book to the bed. Smiling softly, he closes the novel,
setting it on the side table as he stands.
“How
can you be afraid of the storm love?” he asks gently seating himself on the
edge of the mattress.
“Just
because I’m from the panther line doesn’t mean I don’t get scared,” she pouts,
squeaking as another round of explosions rock the sky above their shared high-rise
apartment.
“Well
then,” Mibuchi coos, crawling over her prone figure, “why don’t I distract you,
hmmmm?” Quickly, he sheds both of their clothing, his normal teasing absent in
favor of actually helping her. She’s done much for him in the years they’ve
been together and he figures it’s high time he pays her back for all her care.
“Reo,”
she keens as his lips caress her neck. Another flash illuminates the lovers
briefly, his eyes wide and bright at the sight of her naked below him. Just
before the boom, Mibuchi’s fingers tease between her legs, a breathy sigh
escaping her mouth.
He
doesn’t waste time, eager not only to bring her comfort but to taste her; it’s
been too long since his head has been between her thighs. Her tail swishes in
anticipation, adding to the appeal of what he’s about to do; he’s never been one
for conventional relationships.
At
the first touch of his tongue against her waiting heat, she moans again, the
sound high pitched but lovely. He hums against her, drawing gasps and whimpers
as he teases and sucks the sensitive flesh of her cunt. “You always taste so
sweet, lovie,” he comments, tongue pushing further forwards into her body.
“Reo,
oh god,” she gasps, hips rising to increase the pressure. One finger, then two
replace his tongue but he doesn’t keep it idle, moving to the little bundle of
nerves just above her center. He makes her come fast, his own need making
itself known. Turning her over, he caresses her ass, giving her tail a playful
little tug before sinking his cock into her, hips meeting her rear. They’re
both breathing heavy as he thrusts in and out, his long limbs easily able to
reach the top of her head and massage her ears, the action bringing a louder
wail of pleasure from her mouth. “Reo…Reo…please! I….I can’t….I want-“
“I
know, lovie, I know,” he encourages, slamming forward harder, the action
sending blood rushing to her ears, the intensity of his love drowning out the
raging of the storm around them.
With
one last impact, she cums, body spasming with release. Reo isn’t far behind,
spilling deep into her willing body.
Utterly
spent, his little nekomimi collapses, sleep overtaking her almost
instantaneously. Reo chuckles, deciding to save the clean up for the morning.
Cuddling next to her, he draws her close, her head rested against his chest to
hear his heartbeat while his hand covers her exposed ear. Sleep evades him for
a while, but he doesn’t mind moments like this, moments where it’s just the two
of them, lost to the world outside these four walls and thoroughly wrapped up
in one another.
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