Happy New Year anon! I hope I quench your thirst with this one. Once again, with no gender specifics I defaulted to female because of the nature of the ask. I hope you enjoy! Also, when writing NSFW scenarios I am aging the guys up to over 18. It’s just more comfortable that way and since they all look like they’re in college anyway, I think it works just fine. -Admin Jade
Murasakibara
“Mmmmmm, _____-chin, how do you always taste so sweet?” Murasakibara asks. Her reply is swallowed up in a long moan, fingers lacing through his hair sending tingles of pleasure shooting down his spine. It isn’t often he gets enthusiastic during sex but when he wants something, he wants it and right now he wants to make her scream.
Seems all that ice cream licking is paying off since he’s sure he could do this for hours if she’d let him. Leaning up to take in breath, his eyes roam over her, spread out on the kitchen table, her skirt bunched around her waist and hands gripping the edge above her head as if her life depends on it. She cracks open one eye, chest heaving, hair matted to her neck. He’s been working her for a good fifteen minutes already.
“Atsushi, please.”
He hums ascent, going back to work, not that he would really call it that. His mouth opens, tongue pushing deep. After a few seconds, he switches to quick flicks against her clit making her wail.
That’s more like it.
Maybe he’ll go for a record, half an hour, maybe more. After all, he’s a master of using his mouth, and he loves that she’s his slave.
Midorima
Dr. Shintaro Midorima, a title he’s worked his ass off to obtain. A title he’s acquired through tireless effort and discipline, though to see him now one would second guess the last. Because he couldn’t take the teasing, the testing, the pushing to his absolute limit when it’s been so long since they’ve been together.
She gasps, covering her mouth to stifle the loud moan that wants to escape when he pushes forward, lips roughly sucking her clit.
Midorima looks up from his position on the floor, hands wrapped around her backside kneading the mounds of flesh like dough.
“You just had to push it, just had to wear that shirt,” he growls, shifting position for a better angle.
“Shin…I…oh!”
Her protests are cut off by two long fingers inserting themselves into her wet heat, head falling back with a heavy thunk against the door as he seals his lips back over her and prods that little bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue while pumping her mercilessly. Is he trying to get them caught? Or does he just not give a fuck? Well, he technically, he is giving a fuck, but that’s neither here nor there.
“I knew marrying you would be the death of me,” he complains.
She chuckles through her pants. “But you love me anyway.”
He hums something akin to agreement, the vibration almost making her knees give out while his back is beginning to feel the effects of doing this in a tight space not meant for activities such as these. And as much as wants to take her home and ravish her properly, he can’t, not right now. So he enjoys the taste of her, the feel of her squeezing his fingers, the sound of her muffled moans of his name and considers it’s only six more hours until his shift is done. Then she’s really going to get it.
Kiyoshi
Having her in his arms after so long fills Kiyoshi’s heart to overflowing. While he doesn’t regret his decision to come to America and get the treatment he needs, he can’t say it hasn’t been fairly miserable having an entire ocean separating them. Sure, they’ve texted and Skyped, even wrote some actual letters with paper and pen to appease the old souled romantic in him, but the feeling of her breath on his neck, their chests pressed so firmly together he swears he can feel her heartbeat and the taste of her lips on his has Kiyoshi floating on cloud nine.
It isn’t long before eager fingers seek buttons to pop loose, hands tug on cotton to relieve overheating flesh and mouths move from one another’s to taste skin.
He moans as her lips trail wet hot kisses down his throat, forgetting how he even ended up on his back.
But he’s far too eager to let her have her way tonight.
Reaching down, his large hands cup her ass, easily drawing her up his body to straddle his head. She’s already soaked but he intends to make her even wetter. He pulls, gently but firmly to bring her sex closer to his mouth. Opening up wide, he takes a long, slow lick, hearing the catch of her breath, feeling the tremble of her muscles to hold position.
“Relax, babe, I got you,” he assures.
Minutely the tension lessens and he takes advantage to pull her flush against his face, her juices slicking his chin. He moans into her, lapping at her, sucking her lips, all while his hands massage her ass. They’re big enough that his thumbs wrap down to widen her, giving him even more access to between her petals.
“Te..Teppei..”
“Damn I’ve missed being between your thighs,” he praises. He inhales her scent, strong and musky but all her and all his for the enjoying. His lips purse, sucking the tiny bundle of hypersensitive nerves right above her entrance and she moans his name in a tone so full of wanton desire he swears she can make him come without touching him if she keeps that up. This was definitely not what he’d intended within the first ten minutes of her being here, but he doesn’t want her anywhere else.
Kasamatu
“Get a grip, you can do this,” he thinks, tongue peeking out to wet dry lips.
“Yukio, don’t tease,” she whines.
His eyes flick to her face, her own staring at him with utter need. Kasamatsu swallows the lump in his throat. It isn’t that he doesn’t want to do this, but trying anything for the first time is nerve wracking. Not to mention this is the most exposed he’s ever seen her, spread open revealing every last inch of her beautiful body. He leans down, settling himself between her legs, calloused hands running up and down the length of her thighs, enjoying the feel of warm skin. His eyes land on a scar not previously known to him to exist and he makes a mental note to ask about it later. Turning his attention back to the task at hand, Kasamatsu inhales through his nose, the scent of her washing over him. It’s almost…briney, reminding him a bit of the sea salt air at the beach.
“I…I don’t know what to do,” he confesses, cheeks blaring red.
She smiles softly, a light huff of air coming out as she explains, “Just…think of how you kiss my mouth and start with that. If you don’t like it, we can stop, I promise I won’t be mad.”
He nods, returning his gaze back to her opened center. She’s a lot…prettier here than he’d imagined. It isn’t that he hasn’t seen one before, but that was always on a screen and while trying to not hyperventilate. In fact, he doesn’t know how he hasn’t fainted already.
Leaning down, he presses a delicate kiss to one side, the evidence of his enthusiastic touching slicking itself against his lips. Unthinkingly, he licks them again, pleased to find her taste is mild but distinct.
Throwing caution and nerves to the wind, Kasamatsu moves forward once more, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out as he does when he wants to kiss her breathless, only he’s the one who loses his when he hears the moan she lets loose at even just this tiny bit of stimulation.
His trepidation falls away to a raging desire to pull even more of those lovely sounds from her lips and he dives in, pressing his entire face against her, nose bumping against her clit making her hips jerk.
Moving on instinct, his palms land on her inner thighs, holding her open to his exploration.
“Fu…fuck, Yukio.”
He groans, pushing further in, rolling his tongue all over her. How could he ever have thought he wouldn’t like this?
So I know I told you that I couldn’t figure out a way to give all these boys the same scenario without it feeling like I was repeating myself but then I remembered the “progressive story” method and came up with this. I really hope you enjoy it and thanks again for being so patient and flexible!
Kuroko – Hare
Kuroko could, of course, remember the first day they’d met. It had been at a familiar auction, one he’d been to many, many times but because of his unassuming nature and quiet disposition, he was always found to be less than desirable to be purchased. That is, until she came along. She’d taken one look at him and knew he was perfect for her. So the blue haired rabbit familiar went home with her and if he really considered it, that was probably the same day he fell in love with her.
Midorima – Snake
But, he’d never admit it, whether from pride or the futility in feeling such affection for his witch. So Midorima did the next best thing; became the most perfect familiar he could possibly be. He curled under her bed to keep watch while she slept. He made sure all orders were in perfect order and verified any and all magic items sold to them. If something seemed too good to be true, he’d call out the proprietor trying to pawn it off on them with little regard to feelings; his witch would be protected not only in body, soul and mind but also in her reputation.
Akashi – Fox
It did, however, become increasingly difficult to watch would be suitors attempt their wooing of her. Wizards, warlocks, male witches and wannabes, it didn’t matter who stepped across the threshold of their shop to try to win her affection, Akashi would watch them with glaring eyes. Thanks to his astute judge of character, he’d often be able to see right through their intentions and any falsehood, providing her with accurate (if extremely biased) opinions. She would usually laugh off his protestations, assuring him she wasn’t interested in anyone and perfectly happy to remain as she was. But instead of providing comfort to him, it fed him just enough to keep annoying hope alive.
Kise – Raven
Sometimes he wondered if he imagined it, wishful thinking growing too great, but he couldn’t deny that every once in a while it seemed like she looked at him like he knew he looked at her. Kise wasn’t stupid, despite his blonde hair and bubbly personality. She knew all of him, every last crevice of his personality by now and still remained faithful to him. It was just another reason he loved her as much as he did. And it was times like this he wondered if he could tell her, regardless of the consequences. But a moment later, she was back to normal, asking his opinion on a few orders with nary an indication of anything deeper than what he knew they had. So taking a deep breath, he sat next to her, going through items together.
Bokuto – Owl
Bokuto’s eyes remained wide as she retreated through the door, mind working overtime trying to figure out what had just happened. One moment they’d been laughing and joking about selling Oikawa explosive eye of newt and the next she was practically running away from him. He frowned, getting up from his seat and heading to the door. He knew it was probably a bad idea but enough was enough. Long life or not, he only had one time around and he was tired of hiding how he felt.
Kuroo – Cat
He followed her into her room, the sound of the shutting door drawing her attention to him. “I’m tired of dancing around,” Kuroo said, his gaze holding her in place. He stalked forward, eyes starting to glow. “You can’t not know how I feel by now,” he insisted, hands landing on each side of her head. She looked up at him with wide eyes, lips parted to speak but no sound would come out. He leaned down, mouth centimeters from her own. “I’m in love with you, mistress,” he purred, the title she’d come so used to holding a completely different meaning in this tone. “And I think you love me too.” Her eyes, which she didn’t remember closing, flew open to meet his betraying the truth of his assessment.
Murasakibara – Irish Wolfhound
“We can’t,” she sniffled. “If we’re found out, one or both of us could be killed!” Murasakibara drew her into his large, warm arms. “Don’t worry, _____-chin,” he murmured into her hair. Tilting her chin up, he kissed her, lips massaging hers open to caress her tongue with his own and swallowed her moan. Pulling away slightly he affirmed, “I’ll crush whoever tries to take you away from me.”
Aomine – Panther
Aomine kissed her again with all the ferocity of his nature, practically devouring her. She arched into his touch, mouth hung open gasping for air when his lips scorched a blazing trail down her throat to the top of her chest. “You’re gonna pay for always wearing these damn corsets,” he growled, descending his claws just enough to tear the fabric of her bodice. “Fucking teasing me all the time, shit.” He threw her to the bed, covering her body with his own. “I hope you’re ready for a long night,” he warned, ripping away her skirt before whipping his own clothes off. “Because I’m going to make up for all these years of torture, in the best way possible.”
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?
No need to apologize for the amount of characters! We technically don’t have a character limit, but do know that the more you ask for, the more likely the answers will be on the shorter side!
Kuroko: Despite the little bit of color that is on his cheeks, Kuroko seems to be more confident than he’s letting on. It’s almost too easy for him to lean into you, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips. He didn’t miss; he just didn’t want to give you a full kiss in case you didn’t reciprocate his feelings.
Kagami: But he hasn’t even confessed to you yet! Kagami’s face almost matches his hair with how hard he is blushing and the words coming out of his mouth are garbled up to the point you have no idea if he’s speaking in Japanese, English, or Gibberish. You might not get a kiss if he continues for long.
Kise: It’s hard for Kise to hide the excitement on his face when he notices the mistletoe above the two of you. Trying his best to mask it, he tries to go for smooth and suave as he places a delicate finger under your chin. It’s almost too cheesy the way he tilts your face toward his so he can kiss you.
Kasamatsu: With how red his face is and how silent he was, you wouldn’t be surprised if Kasamatsu had turned into an actual tomato right before your eyes. He’s trying his best not to acknowledge the mistletoe while also glancing at it every two seconds. He definitely can’t be the one to make the first move.
Aomine: This is almost too perfect of a chance. Aomine practically traps you against the door frame, throwing one of his arms above your head as he leans in rather close from the get go. The look in his eyes says he’s hoping to turn a simple peck on the lips into something more.
Imayoshi: Knowing for a fact that you can see the mistletoe above your head, Imayoshi decides to play the role of the oblivious one. What does a mistletoe mean again? The smirk widens on his face as he watches you embarrassingly scramble to explain to him what he already knows.
Midorima: There’s a light dusting of color on his cheeks, but Midorima is mature enough to know he shouldn’t make pebbles into mountains. Despite you being his crush, he almost makes you think this is a business transaction with how formal he’s being, going so far as to ask for permission twice.
Takao: Was this crush of his supposed to be a secret? Because it obviously isn’t with the way Takao gives a little cheer when the two of you get caught under the mistletoe. He’s quick to give you a peck on the cheek and it absolutely makes his heart to somersaults when you pout at not getting anything more.
Murasakibara: The kiss tastes of sugar; of course, that’s because Murasakibara had been nibbling at some powdered cookies just before. The way you lick your lips afterward is almost too adorable and he has to stop himself from leaning down to give you another kiss.
Himuro: Making sure to let you know that the two of you could skip out on the tradition if it makes you uncomfortable, Himuro secretly hopes that you’ll be fine with him offering you a kiss. His heart starts beating faster when you lean in to give him one before he can finish asking.
Akashi: He’s not a stickler for tradition, but this is one thing that Akashi can’t pass up. The hand he has on your cheek is cold in comparison to your warming face. You glance up just in time to see a gentle smile before he’s leaning down to press his lips against yours.
This is the thing that made me want to rip my hair off my head because of my PC randomly blue-screening me. To those who responded to the rant, thank you for your understanding!
@ourneverendingpossibilities it’s nice that you have such a positive outlook in life!! I was so mad when it happened, but since it’s complete now I guess everything’s okay ヽ(＊>∇<)ﾉ
@squirrelsass13 thanks for the encouragement! I rarely ever write on Word (it transfers weirdly when I copy and paste the text on tumblr) so I was typing straightaway on my Drafts… I click on “Save Draft” every paragraph now lol
I’d ask you to tutor my son if you weren’t so busy!
Wow, you’re very ambitious.
Those are words spoken by housewives, small medium enterprise owners, and white-collar workers. Midorima doesn’t think that they’re somehow lower than him in any aspect—sure, they earnings are technically lesser than his, but how does that define someone as a person? He meets these people everywhere, the people that make up his community, his society: at the clinic, in parties, at the grocery store… It’s no secret that he’s seen as an outstanding person by these people.
Twenty-seven, has the letters “M.D.” behind his name, helps people get over all sorts of sicknesses from light ones like a common cold to not-so-light ones like diabetes, plays piano as a hobby.
It’s not really surprising to the people who ask him “what do you do in your free time?” because, you know, doctors. They’re classy and smart and all. Sure they can play the piano—he can probably play the violin, too.
But you can see their eyes significantly widen when they know he has a diploma in piano, certified by the Associated Board of Royal Schools of Music. Where is that name from? The United Kingdom. Why did you take it?
He always tells them it was just for fun, but a small voice inside him knows the truth: somewhere deep in his heart, he wanted to be a pianist.
His first words to you are: “It’s a common cold.”
“That much I can see, Doctor,” you deadpan, holding a tissue against your runny nose. He sighs.
Midorima is used to handling all sorts of patients: naggy, rude, stubborn people… he’s seen them all in the past four years of his practice. Today, however, it’s only after lunchtime and he already wants to go home already. Maybe attending Akashi’s party last night isn’t really a great idea. Sure, it’s not a DJ-inviting or dance floor grinding kind of party, so he’s not physically tired—he’s tired from all the socializing with fake people. “Meet new people,” was Akashi’s reasoning for inviting the doctor, and of course Midorima did, but none of them were enjoyable.
To be precise, he can’t tell if they’re really enjoyable or not through layers of faux talk. Akashi texted him earlier, expressing his regrets that it was somewhat an unpleasant experience for Midorima. He also wrote “but I won’t stop inviting you to these social events—I understand how you think they’re superficial, but I can guarantee you that they genuinely enjoyed your piano very much.”
Well, if there’s one thing Midorima likes about those parties, it’s that he’s presented the opportunity to play.
“As a doctor, I have to announce the diagnosis to you, don’t I?” He replies, scribbling a pen on his prescription pad. “I’m prescribing you to these basic medications, but since your cold isn’t a serious one—yet—I highly recommend that you consume home remedies before resorting to these medicines.”
“M-hmm.”
“Turmeric tea, ginger tea, a mixture of lemon, cinnamon, and honey.”
“Got it.”
“Control your diet; you don’t want to eat food that’s going to worsen your cough.”
A sound of ripping paper. He hands the slip to you.
“You don’t remember me do you?”
That takes Midorima by surprise.
“Have we met before?” He asks warily as you take the prescription paper from his hand and fold it, putting it inside your handbag. Your lips form a small smile, and Midorima eyebrows furrows.
“You sang last night, didn’t you.” It sounds like a question, but his tone makes it clear that it’s rhetorical. He knows for sure that it was you who was dragged by one of your acquaintances that claimed you to be the best singer in a ten-mile radius—the expression itself is a horrible exaggeration, but when Midorima hears you sing, he has to admit that you do have an exceptionally lovely voice.
His first words to you turns out to be “what key?” instead of an illness announcement because he was the pianist accompanying you.
“You look different, Ms. Fly Me To The Moon,” he says aloofly, writing something on a document. You chuckle at the nickname, not knowing that the stoic doctor-slash pianist has the capacity to be somewhat playful, and towards the opposite sex, nonetheless. Midorima can only admire how melodious your laugh is, even when your voice is nasally from the cold.
“At least you remember what I sang.”
“Like I said, you look different,” he repeats. You were clad in an elegant evening gown for the party last night, and although Midorima doesn’t have the eye to identify expensive clothing brands and such, he is able to appreciate how attractive you looked in the attire. Your hair was done simply in a style that matches your dress, and among the slight make-up you applied, he notices the suppleness of your colored lips first.
The person sitting in front of him doesn’t carry the glamour of the party—you’re slightly pale, dressed humbly in a sweater and jeans—but the lack of make-up, fancy hairdo and dress doesn’t affect how beautiful you look, in his opinion. Your eyes still glows the same captivating way as he witnessed last night.
“Yes, well,” you sigh with a smile as you stand up, “you better engrave how I look last night deep in your memory, doctor, because I’m never going to attend one of those high-end social events ever again.” The first part was sarcastically said, but Midorima finds himself doing as you told, picturing the details of your gown and hearing your singing voice echo in his mind. Being a quite introvert doesn’t mean he’s immune to any of your charms.
“Shame,” he finds himself saying. You smirk, pausing right before you walk out the door.
“What, not being able to see me all dressed up again?” Ten years ago, Midorima would’ve easily flushed red at the teasing remark. He’s way past that now, and instead of reacting like the teenage boy he was, he looks straight into your eyes when he says:
“I was talking about how it’s a shame that I won’t hear you sing again, but that too.”
Two months later what you said proves to be a blatant lie. You’re standing beside Midorima, arms hooked with his, a casual sign that the two of you are attending together, presumably as a romantic couple. This time it isn’t Akashi’s, but a business partner of his—he nevertheless invited Midorima along to provide him the audience for his piano, and regarding yourself… well, you’re accompanying the pianist. It’s not like you’re crashing this party or anything.
It’s only your third “date” with the man, so to have the opportunity to see him up-close in a formal setting that requires guests to dress up is exhilarating, to say the least. Midorima’s handsome enough in his casual attire—having to stand next to him wearing a nicely tailored, dark-colored suit while having to keep your hands to yourself is almost some sort of punishment. And the collar button of his shirt! He always buttons his shirt all the way up and wears a tie to complement the outfit, but for some unknown reason he’s left it open this time and disregarded the tie.
If you didn’t know any better, he’s trying to tease you.
“It’s rare to find you with someone by your arm, Midorima-kun.”
“Akashi,” Midorima acknowledges the voice. You turn to meet the redhead face to face, smiling softly.
“Good evening, Akashi-san.”
“Hello, _________. Good to see you,” he replies smoothly, as you reply in a similar manner. “Even more surprising finding out that you’re with him tonight. Are you two…?”
The two of you exchange looks as if telepathically deciding who should answer, and turns out you are.
“Sort of,” you say, and the hint of mischief in your smile cannot be missed by even the most oblivious person in the room. Akashi surely isn’t one, but thankfully he doesn’t push you further.
“It’s a long story,” Midorima chips in, as if his relationship with you bloomed out of a blackmail kind of situation of some sorts. You chuckle, and so does Akashi
—the latter is gracious enough to show the two of you to where the piano is.
“What are we?”
You are in his arms, as naked as he is, leaning your face against his chest and feeling the beat of his heart when you ask the question. It’s a summer night, and the sheets are loosely resting on your waist, the two of you too hot and sweaty from your previous activity to pull it all the way up to your neck. One of his hands is drawing soft circles with his thumb on your bare skin, while the other one that is untaped (very uncharacteristic of him, but it’s a sign of a good night) brush your hair in long, loving strokes.
He doesn’t respond. You snuggle closer into his chest, relishing the sensation of his nakedness against yours while you think of all the times you’ve spent with him. That one time you had lunch together, those meaningless parties you go to just so you can watch him play and he can hear you sing, the nights you stay together at his place. You’ve spent at least a hundred hours with him, though it doesn’t feel long or dragged—those hours are cherished and enjoyed to the fullest, arguments (petty or not) included.
But it’s his reserved nature that makes you feel insecure sometimes. Tonight is one of those nights.
You move up so that your face is right in front of his because you want to look at him in the eyes. He’s beautiful, the viridian undisturbed by the lenses of his glasses—the eyewear is carefully situated on the nightstand before all this began. You’re sure he can see you clearly from this proximity, your nose against his, your hand caressing his cheek. His hands drift down from the crown of your head to your chest, cupping your breast and playing with a nipple as his eyes grow half-lidded.
Midorima is the one to lean in first, engaging you in a chaste kiss, a perfect juxtaposition what with his hand groping your chest and the other slowly travelling down to your ass, stroking every inch of skin possible. You are the one to pull away, arms around his neck and eyes clouded with lust, thanks to the things he’s doing to your body.
“Do you love me?” The question comes out as a whisper.
“I’ll show you how much,” he answers in a heartbeat before he kisses you again, bringing your body under his.
He never fails to convince you.
The afternoon sunrays shining through the high glass windows of the music hall are almost blinding, considering how dark it was just a few moments ago in the auditorium. You’re by Midorima’s side as per usual, looking around nervously with a bouquet of daisies and orchids in your arms. Your husband seems to be scanning the area like you are, and when you hear a shrill yell of a young child you know it’s who you’re looking for.
“Mama! Papa!”
The little girl, currently nine years old, runs towards the two of you with two or three large bouquets in her arms, the majority of her face covered by flowers. You laugh at the sight, crouching to hug her tightly once she reaches. Noises of plastic being scrunched can bother you less, as you feel your daughter burying her face against your chest. She pulls away to immediately look up at his father with bright eyes.
“Papa, how did I do?!”
“You did good, nanodayo,” he answers, a faint smile on his face as he fixes his glasses, “although there’s room for improvement in terms of arpeggiation—”
You gasp exaggeratedly, drowning the remaining of Midorima’s sentence.
“Shiina! Papa says you did a good job! Do you know what that means??”
“No!” She replies, confused but ecstatic.
“I promised you we can go have dinner wherever you want if Papa praises you,” you reply, and the confused expression on her face melts into real unabashed excitement.
“Mama, are you serious!?” Shiina’s voice has become high-pitched from the bubbling enthusiasm that seems to have taken over her whole small body. “We can go anywhere I want!?”
“Yep,” you nod for further affirmation. “Papa has agreed on this, too,” this time you look over at Midorima, only to be amused to find the deadpan expression on his face. You give him a wink, and Midorima, witnessing his own daughter having such a great time just because you told her she can eat whatever she wants for dinner, can’t help but melt a little.
“Maji! I want Maji!”
“Sure, we’ll go to Maji tonight,” you say accommodatingly. Midorima can only smile down at the girl when she looks up at him, a face-splitting grin on her face. Even though her physical attributes are definitely inherited from him, she obviously takes after you in terms personality.
“And then I want to have ice cream after dinner! Can I, Papa? Let’s go home so I can prepare for dinner!!”
“You may, Shiina,” he sighs amusedly—what does a nine-year old kid want to do to ‘prepare for dinner’? “But before we go home you must meet Uncle Akashi first. He came to see you perform, you know.”
“Uncle Akashi is here!?”
You chuckle. It’s a wonder how said man is viewed as intimidating and merciless among most adults dabbling in business, but is the opposite in the eyes of children. Shiina is almost obsessed with Akashi, what with his gentlemanly behavior that reminds her of Prince Charming. Shiina once even told you that since she can’t marry Papa, maybe she’ll marry Uncle Akashi instead—you have yet to tell Akashi this, but you have a feeling he already knows.
Speak of the devil, the redhead can be seen from twenty feet away thanks to his hair color, maneuvering amongst the crowd to approach your family. Shiina’s acting very much like an excited puppy, and you wonder if it’s immoral to compare the behavior of your human child to an animal (despite said animal being unbelievably cute as well), but that doesn’t matter anymore because Shiina is already in Akashi’s arms as he lifts her up in the air, chuckling amusedly.
Midorima looks at the scene with mild jealousy in his eyes—not that his eyes aren’t green in the first place.
“Mama?”
The usually animated voice of your daughter is now tired and soft as you tuck her in. She must’ve been exhausted after the performance.
“Yes, honey?”
“Can you tell me a bedtime story?” This piques your interest a little, because she’s stopped asking for stories before bed for almost a year now.
“Sure. What would you like to hear?”
“The other day… Mai-chan and Reika-chan were talking about how their parents met and fell in love,” she says shyly, hiding her face behind a beloved doll. “Can you please tell me how you and Papa met, Mama? You’ve never told me that story before.”
You chuckle.
“You’re gonna have to ask Papa for that, honey. It’s a long story anyways, and you’re tired. Best go to sleep soon.”
“Okay…” Shiina says, and it’s not hard to pick up the disappointment in her voice.
“Goodnight honey,” you kiss her cheek before turning off the lights.
“’Night, Mama.”
Truth be told, there is no ‘long story’. Midorima just called you one day to ask you out for coffee with a tinge of nervousness in his voice that you can spot even from the other side of the line. You ended up scheduling a lunch instead, and if Shiina asks him to tell her how you fell in love with each other, he’ll have no explanation except of how breathtakingly beautiful you look with sunshine on your skin and a smile on your face as you talk about music and food and the stars.
He will ask Shiina to keep it a secret from you, of course, because if you know he’s been in love with you for that long, he knows you’re never going to let it go.
OMG my face hurts from smiling and I don’t even care! I had to hold back squeals so I didn’t wake my husband. I LOVE the way you write adult Midorima! This whole piece is beautiful!
Hi! I did imagine/reactions and tried to hit as many of your criteria as I could but not
everything made it. I hope you still like what I come up with.
Trigger warning: Mentions of death and violence.
Akashi
He’s away on business when news of your death reaches him.
It was an assassination, one bullet to your forehead while you stood on the
balcony of his room. Reo’s crying can be heard on the other end of the line,
but Akashi feels numb. He blinks, eyes shifting from one color to two. “Find
them, Reo. Bring them to me unharmed.” It doesn’t take long for the offenders
to be caught, brought before the head of the Rakuzan. Akashi sits silent,
staring at the scum responsible for the loss of the light of his life.
Standing, he picks up a knife, checking its sharpness on the skin of his thumb.
“Her death, was quick and painless,” he muses. Turning a murderous glare upon
them he sneers, “Yours will not be.”
Aomine
“You idiot,” Aomine mutters taking a seat upon the ground
next to your headstone. It’s his usual greeting to you now since one stupid
decision, yours, took you away from him. Why did you have to jump in front of
him when that asshole pulled the gun? He could have taken the hit and kept on
going but no, his foolish girlfriend just had to be a hero. Sighing, his head
lands with a soft thud against the granite, your name pressing into his back.
Memories of that rainy night flood his mind, a voice he didn’t recognize
screaming, “The only one who can beat me
is me!” It wasn’t until later that he realized it had been own his voice declaring
what he knew now to be a lie. There was one person who can beat him; you. After
your death, he left Too, walked away from it all to live a life of solitude. Without
you here, there really wasn’t a point to try anymore.
Midorima
Staring at your empty shell in the hospital bed, ventilators
giving the illusion you’re still among the living, Midorima allows one tear to
trail down his cheek. “I told you to keep your lucky item with you at all
times,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss you one last time. You look so
peaceful despite the bruises upon your face, ugly reminders of the beating you
underwent that took your last breath. Inhaling one of his own and cursing the
gods for their abandonment, Midorima gives the word to pull the plug. As the
heart monitor sounds, Takao chokes back a sob, trying to stay strong for his
friend and comrade. “Let’s go Takao,” Midorima announces after all the machines
are wheeled away, “it’s time to show those who would dare take from me the true
meaning of misfortune.”
Murasakibara
Murasakibara never thought he would reach a point in his
life where he hated food. But now, looking at your face from which all color
and life has been drained, he does. A box of chocolates, a fucking box of
chocolates seemingly sent to you from him and now you’re dead. Because he didn’t
take the threats seriously when he thought them to be directed at his own
person. He never even considered they’d go after you. And in such an
underhanded and cowardly manner too, using poison instead of facing their
enemies head on. Standing up, Murasakibara’s eyes gleam with fury. “Himuro, get
my hammer. I’m going to crush them.”
Kise
Loud wailing sobs echo in the alley, Kaijo’s golden boy inconsolable
as he holds your bleeding form against his body. Your spirit has long since
left, skin turning colder and colder as the seconds tick by. Kasamatsu stands rigid,
mouth moving but no sound coming out, horrified that you’re dead. The stabbing
had been quick and visceral, your attackers scrambling up the fire escape to
the roof while Kise and Kasamatsu rushed to your aid. When Kise’s cries begin
to die down to sniffles, his leader touches him on the shoulder. Kise looks up,
eyes red rimmed and blood staining his shirt.
“Can you stand?” .
Looking down at you one last time, Kise caresses your
cheek, choking out, “Sleep well, _____cchi, I’ll…I’ll see you again someday.”
He lays you down, grasping Kasamatsu’s hand with one covered in blood. “Come
on, it’s time to return the favor,” he vows, eyes going dark.
Kuroko
“Kuroko, I…I’m so sorry,” Kiyoshi mumbles. Your body lays on
Kuroko’s bed, a vicious rope burn evident on your neck. The members of Seirin
who found you hanging couldn’t leave you like that, opting to cut you down
before calling their leaders. Hyuuga reprimands them in the next room but he’s surprisingly
quiet in doing so, the loss of your life seemingly at your own hands weighing
heavily on the makeshift family. Kuroko’s eyes fill with tears looking at you.
Were you really so unhappy? Was there anything he could have-
His thoughts cut off when he notices something the others
missed. Kagami sees the shift in his expression, leaning closer to try to see what
his shadow does. “What is it Kuroko?” he asks drawing the attention of Riko and
Kiyoshi back to the bed.
Kuroko points to a puncture mark in the side of your neck. “She
didn’t kill herself, they sedated her then strung her up,” Kuroko announces to
the room as a whole. Everyone looks at him in shock.
“Who did?” asks Izuki.
“I don’t know yet, but I’m going to find out,” he replies
storming out of the room with Kagami in his wake. It doesn’t take long for the
rest of the gang to follow. They’ll go to hell and back again to send your
killers to their graves for what they did to you.
Kagami
Promises. Kagami has always been leery of them and for good
reason. Making promises almost always ends with someone being disappointed and
now is no exception. How could he have made that stupid promise so callously? Because
he never truly believed it would come to pass. Yet now, he here is, on a date
with someone who isn’t you because he made a promise. A foolish promise that
should anything ever happen to you, he’d move on, that he’d find love again and
be happy because you couldn’t bear the thought of him going through life alone
and miserable. And that he wouldn’t seek revenge because an eye for eye just
makes the whole world go blind.
But he knows, just as sure as the sun will rise tomorrow,
that he’s going to break both his promises in one night.
If only he hadn’t run his mouth at that rumble, if only he’d
stayed home that night, then at least you’d be dead together, dual victims of
the drive by orchestrated by Haizaki.
If only, if only, if only.
He stands, offering a half assed apology that he has to go
and walks out. He keeps walking until he reaches the gang’s hang out. Hyuuga
doesn’t question his early return, merely hands him his gun with a warning to
be careful and not get caught.
Momoi
For all her ability to anticipate her opponent’s moves, even
Momoi can be caught off guard and this time the cost of oversight is too much.
Her ears are still ringing from the explosion, her body sore from being thrown
violently by the shock wave of the car bomb. Standing slowly, grit and tar
clinging to her skin, she stares in disbelief at the mangled form of her lover’s
car, his body completely obliterated. Hysterical, she runs towards the flames,
caught at the last second by Aomine who she fights against in desperation. “He’s
gone, Satsuki!” shouts the blue hair. She looks in his eyes, shaking her head. With
gentleness unknown to be possible, Aomine touches her cheek and nods. “I’m
sorry, but he’s gone.” He allows her to collapse in his arms, holding her up.
Meeting the eyes of his fellow gang members he hisses, “Nobody sleeps until the
fucker who did this is six feet under.”
Midorima: Intimate
connection with him starts and often ends awkwardly because he’s so tsundere.
He’ll probably either get up and leave you to make yourself decent or he’ll
roll over and pretend to be asleep. It will take a good long while for him to understand
the importance of aftercare (both for you and for himself).
Takao: Tucks you
into his arms for pillow talk (jokes) and makes you giggle with feather light
touches and nuzzles. He loves bathing in your afterglow, so there will be
moments where he stops talking and just stares at you while touching your face.
Akashi: Already
answered.
A master of luxury, Akashi will treat you like a queen after sex,
especially if he’s given you a rather intense session. Strong, confident hands
massage your body all over lulling you into a deep slumber. Depending on the
time of day, he’ll either order your favorite dinner be prepared and gently
wake you later in the evening or put in the same order only for breakfast the
next morning and snuggle up to sleep next to you.
Kuroko: Loves to
have you lie on your back and snuggle onto your chest, breathing you in while
you play with his hair or trace patterns on his back. It isn’t that he doesn’t
want to do something similar for you, he just gets so tired and you’re so nice
and warm. But his secure hold is enough to satisfy in those initial moments of
quiet after having sex (not that sex with him is loud because…it’s Kuroko).
Kagami: Could go
one of two ways. If you’re both exhausted, he’ll gather you close, caressing you
gently as you both fall asleep. If you’re both hungry from your vigorous
activity, he’ll plant a kiss on your cheek and tell you to take a shower if you
want while he makes the two of you some food. When you come to the kitchen he’ll
be waiting with a hot meal, soft smile and blushing cheeks.
D = Dirty
Secret (Pretty
self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Midorima: Wants you
to dominate him so bad but he won’t
admit it. You’ll just have to figure it out.
Takao: Would love
to have someone watch you and he have sex, maybe like you go to a hotel where
there’s a one-way mirror and you both know someone is watching but you can’t
see them.
Akashi: Has a
video camera in his room to tape the two of you for playback for himself when
he’s away on business. Don’t worry, it is linked to a secured network more
protected than Fort Knox and he will never
let them see the light of day. He also deletes them after a certain period of
time so there’s no record and just makes another when he needs it.
Kuroko: Wonders if
his power of misdirection could work on you so he can take you in a semi-public
place.
Kagami: Already
answered.
Has tried various food items on himself to see if they are worth
bringing into the bedroom, though he’s too embarrassed to do it because what if
you deduce that he experiment without you?
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Midorima: Already
answered.
If your signs are in opposition to each other, he will forego any and
all contact with you for the day. There is no getting away from it, he’s just
not willing to risk losing you because he can’t control
Takao: If you’re
too serious. Takao needs someone he can joke around and laugh with so if you’re
so stiff and rigid or just can’t take a joke, he’ll likely decide to move on to
someone more fun.
Akashi: Already answered.
Much as he talks about his will being absolute, Akashi will NEVER make you do
anything you don’t really want to. He’s very perceptive and able to read you
well but even with that he would much prefer you tell him in plain words when
you really don’t want something.
Kuroko: If you’re
unkind or rude to him or others, Kuroko will not be inclined to want to get
closer to you. He’s not talking about having a bad day (everyone does and even
he’s been snappy with his friends). This is someone who is generally not nice.
Kagami: If you don’t
support his dream of becoming the best in Japan and going pro. Basketball is
this boy’s LIFE and he needs someone who understands that and all it entails.
Make no mistake, he will be devoted and faithful to you, but he needs someone
who can give him the time and space he needs while still supporting him. If you
can’t do that, a relationship between the two of you will never work.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Midorima: Not
exceptionally high since he struggles with embarrassment over things like this.
As the relationship progresses, however, and he becomes more comfortable with
you, his drive will definitely go up.
Takao: Middle of
the road, not too high and not low, Takao appreciates a lot of different things
about the relationship he shares with you and sees sex as a significant bonus,
not the main focus for him.
Akashi: Already
answered.
He has a healthy sex drive, usually wanting to be intimate two to
three times a week depending on his schedule. Occasionally he’ll up that number
to four or five if he has a long business trip coming up.
Kuroko: Kind of
low given his stamina issues. He wants it, he enjoys it, but if he’s had a
super busy day or has just come back from practice or a game, he’ll most likely
put off sex for another time in favor of snuggles and sleep.
Kagami: High
drive. Kagami is an intense person and so I can totally see him as having a
really high drive for sex. He’s sometimes embarrassed by it, believing you’ll
think he’s a pervert or something, but consistent encouragement will help drive
away those doubts and you’ll be the reaper of the rewards of your efforts.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Midorima: Is too
anxious to fall asleep right away, but he’ll feign it if he gets too
uncomfortable. Eventually will sleep and when he gets more used to the intimate
connection, is able to more quickly.
Takao: He loves
the time right after sex so forces himself to stay awake as long as possible to
enjoy it.
Akashi: If you
want to go right to sleep and he’s tired, he’ll join you but most of the time
he takes care to make sure both of you are properly cleaned up and refreshed
with a shower or bath and some food before pulling you back to bed to get some
rest.
Kuroko: Kuroko
struggles with stamina so he’ll fall asleep pretty quickly, usually snuggled
onto or next to you as stated above.
Kagami: As stated
above, if he’s really tired Kagami will fall asleep pretty quick. He makes sure
you’re ok and checks if you need anything but he really just wants to snuggle
into your warmth and sleep.
Please send requests for the AU events Bad Boys and
Supernatural!
Midorima: Loves
having his fingers sucked on, I mean, come on, how could he not?
Akashi: Dom, dom,
dom baby. Akashi is the ultimate dom and he loves exerting his will over you to
bring you both absolute pleasure. Your body bends to his will!
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Midorima:
Being
so tsundere, it can take a good while to get this boy going but if you take your
time warming him up you won’t regret it. Massage his hands after a game (or
just in general they’re his aphrodisiac I swear), caress his neck to send
goosebumps down his spine, just light touches leaving him wanting more. Do it
innocently, like you have no idea what it’s doing to him and are completely
oblivious to his growing problem. Eventually he’ll snap and take some
initiative.
Akashi: Subjugation
is Akashi’s jam. Beg him to make you feel good (in appropriate settings, don’t
annoy him when he’s busy with the team or business when he’s older) and he’ll, eventually,
happily comply with your wishes since you asked so nicely.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Midorima:
If
your signs are in opposition to each other, he will forego any and all contact
with you for the day. There is no getting away from it, he’s just not willing
to risk losing you because he can’t control
Akashi: Much as he
talks about his will being absolute, Akashi will NEVER make you do anything you
don’t really want to. He’s very perceptive and able to read you well but even
with that he would much prefer you tell him in plain words when you really don’t
want something.
R =
Risk (Are they game to experiment,
do they take risks, etc.)
Midorima:
See
above, at least in terms of risk for your signs. As for experimentation, he’s
not necessarily into it but if your persuading game is high, you might be able
to get him to agree to something adventurous.
Akashi: Will most
likely be the one to propose experimentation although most of if not all of what
he suggests maintains him firmly in the position of control. Getting him to
submit? Now that’s a risk he’s not sure he’s willing to take.
Please send requests for the AU events Bad Boys and
Supernatural!
AU: What if the
Generation of Miracles met before junior high?
“Yes!” Aomine shouts
when another shot makes it in. He dribbles the ball making moves as though to
pass invisible opponents when he’s surprised to actually knock into something
solid. A startled gasp followed by a low groan alerts him to the fact whoever he
ran into is now on the ground. Looking down, he’s surprised to see a shock of
blue hair followed by bright blue eyes when the boy he knocked over looks up at
him.
“Oi, sorry ‘bout that,”
Aomine says with a sheepish grin, “I didn’t see you.” He extends a tanned hand
which is taken by the smaller boy.
“It’s ok, that happens
to me all the time,” he replies as he stands.
Aomine is confused on
how someone who was literally right in front of him could just disappear but he
opts to forgo further investigation in favor of recruiting a player so he’s not
alone. “Well, since you’re here anyway, wanna play?” he asks tossing the ball
in his hand up and catching it on the tip of his finger.
The smaller boy nods
softly. “Great!” Aomine exclaims, then almost as an afterthought asks, “What’s
your name?”
“Kuroko Tetsuya,” is the
reply.
Aomine sticks out his
hand again, shaking the other’s. “Nice to meet you, I’m Aomine Daiki!”
The two play a bit of
one on one though Kuroko struggles to do anything even remotely right. But
instead of being frustrated, Aomine finds himself welcoming the challenge of
teaching someone something. As Kuroko takes another shot that hits the rim
sending the ball backwards to the other end of court, Aomine instructs, “Ok,
you need to hold the ball a bit different. I think you’re putting too much spin
on it.”
Kuroko nods and is about
to turn to retrieve the ball when both boys are startled by it sailing over
their heads and clearing through the hoop with a faint whoosh. Turning around, their eyes land on a green haired
bespectacled boy who’s just as tall as Aomine.
“Wait a second,” the
dark blue haired boy says, “did you make that shot from there?”
The boy nods and Aomine
rushes to him. “That was awesome! Do you want to play?”
At first it looks like
the newcomer is going to decline but the slight gleam in his eyes gives away
the fact that he really does want to join in. So, he nods in affirmation,
following Aomine back to the free throw line where he introduces himself:
Midorima Shintaro.
“Maybe you can help this
guy,” Aomine says flicking a thumb towards Kuroko.
“I highly doubt it,”
mumbles Midorima.
“Hey! Do you guys need
another player?” a shrill voice cries out.
The three on the court
turn their heads bringing into their line of sight an enthusiastic looking
blonde gripping the chain-link fence set around the basketball courts.
“Yeah!” Aomine responds
with a flick of his wrist.
The boy lets loose a
yelp of happiness, rushing to the gate and over to where they stand.
“I’m Kise Ryouta, what
are your names?” he asks excitedly.
After introductions,
it’s decided to have Aomine and Kuroko play against Kise and Midorima. The game
is a bit one sided to the half of the blonde and green haired boys, mostly
because Kuroko has a really hard time keeping up with the running. But Aomine
doesn’t really care since he finally has some people to play with.
Eventually the quad of
boys decides to take a break, mostly so Kuroko can catch his breath.
“Sorry,” he pants
heavily, wiping sweat from his brow, “I just don’t have a lot of stamina.”
“It’s fine,” Aomine says
quickly, “we’re just having fun you know?”
“Care to add two more to
your game?” a voice says from behind.
The four players look
over their shoulders, eyes widening a bit at the sight of a huge purple haired boy standing next to
a shorter red head. It must have been the latter who spoke since the former’s
mouth is full of chips that he crunches.
“Sure,” Aomine answers
standing up. “Who are you guys?”
“I’m Akashi Seijuro and
this is Murasakibara Atsushi, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance…”
“Aomine,” he replies
pointing to the other boys as he introduces them.
Akashi smiles softly,
looking up at his tall companion. “Come on, Murasakibara, put down your chips
and let’s play.”
The purple giant
grumbles but does as instructed, brushing crumbs from his t-shirt as he walks
onto the court. He joins Kise and Midorima while Akashi is with Kuroko and
Aomine. With another player able to score on their team, the blue haired boys
start to close the gap in points between themselves and their opponents.
Akashi, after watching
Kuroko for a while, calls a time out and draws him aside. “Kuroko, I think it
would be better if you focused on passing more. Dribbling is not your strong
suit and your shots are making it harder for us because we have to get their
rebounds,” he says but with a gentleness that takes the sting out of the truth
of his words. Kuroko nods feebly, heading back to where the rest of the boys
stand waiting for them.
After the first pass, he
feels his heart lighten up a bit; he just may be good at something after all.
The six boys play until
almost sun down, each promising to return the following Saturday to play again
and bring someone else if they can so it can be more like a real game. As
Aomine makes his way home, his smile is bright and wide. He really loves this
game and it’s been a lot of fun getting to play with other boys who, while
maybe are not as good as him, take away the loneliness of playing by himself.
He thinks as he bounces
the ball in his hand, “I hope we all end
up at the same school in junior high, we could really dominate if we do!”
I took a different interpretation
of this day and focused on the families of the main boys.
It wasn’t often the generation of
miracle’s parents were able to make it to their games but for their first
championship they all did their best to be present.
Aomine’s dad smiles proudly
watching his son score point after point, seemingly with little need of help
from his team mates; he has enough talent to do this on his own. But his smile
fades away as the reason his son is this way dawn on him; he’s almost always
alone. Ever since his mother passed, Aomine’s been left to his own devices
because his dad simply can’t be there due to work. Watching him now, he’s happy
to see that he has friends on who he can rely but a nagging feeling in gut
tells him, this joy is not going to last.
Kise’s mom and sisters cheer loudly
next to him, their shrill voices carrying through the din of shouts and
exultations for each team to do their best. His mother winces when he takes an
elbow to the shoulder while getting a rebound, part of wishing Kise had just
stuck to modeling where it was safe. His sisters remember the fun they had
teasing him while they were growing up, making him play dress up with them. He
doesn’t have time anymore for mall crawls and fashion talks, constantly
obsessing over “beating Aomine-cchi”. The three women remember and miss the
childlike innocence Kise possessed before joining this team. It’s still there,
but it’s growing dimmer.
Midorima’s mother and father are
busy people, but his sister whined something fierce about coming to this game
and they couldn’t deny it was important to Midorima’s formative years to have
support from them in something he so enjoys. At least, they think he enjoys it;
it’s always so hard to tell with their stoic son. Shot after shot is made, both
amazed at how far he can stand from the hoop and score. When her son receives a
pat on the back from his captain, Midorima’s mother leans to his father and
says, “Do you remember the struggle we had just to get him to talk to other kids? Look at him now!”
His father nods, pleased to see his son assimilating so well amongst his peers
but he can’t help wondering if something so simple will remain so. Somehow, he
doubts it but doesn’t voice his apprehension.
Murasakibara’s entire family has turned out to watch the youngest
of their brood play in his first championship game. It’s odd to them to see the
normally laziest member of themselves playing such a high energy sport but he’s
doing well, both in defense and offense. “Remember when we couldn’t even get
him out of bed on time for school?” one of his brother’s comments, “Now he’s
actually running!” They all nod, varying degrees of smiles on their faces.
“It’s so nice to see him passionate about something,” his mother coos. She
misses the frustrated look on her son’s face, the tightening of his jaw as he
watches the other team continue to struggle in vain. She doesn’t understand;
he’s not passionate he’s talented and that will lead to his arrogance growing
until these moments of seeming happiness are nothing but a memory.
Akashi doesn’t have to look to the crowd to know his father isn’t
here. He has no interest in his son’s extra circular activity, has no words of
encouragement or praise to offer to his son who has assumed position of
captain. So he pictures his mother, remembers her smile the first time she gave
him a basketball and urged him to “go have fun”. It’s a bittersweet memory but
one he cherishes nonetheless. It floats away to return to the back of his mind,
a comforting blanket he uses in secret whenever he feels the need for
validation.
Kuroko looks up from the bench, able to spot his mom quickly and
sends her a discrete wave before turning his attention back to the court. She
clenches her hands together, anxiety rolling in her stomach. She isn’t naïve to
her son’s struggles with stamina and talent when it comes to this game, which
is why she was so surprised when he announced he’d made it to first string.
Despite her pride in how far he’s comes, she can’t help worrying that maybe he
isn’t ready for it. But as he takes to the court and dominates the passing
game, her eyes grow wide, tears brimming their rims as she watches him excel. All her doubts melt away and she stands up
cheering for him loudly making all the spectators around her wonder who she’s
calling out to, but she doesn’t care. She
can see her son clearly and while he may be called a shadow, he’s the light of
her life.
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