Tag: midorima

So fourth day is about victory, rite? I thought myb putting in other victories in their life like their biggest achievement, their first job, their first love, their wedding day and so on and on and when they look at it they start pitying the narrow view of victory they had in their teens

Day 04: Victory – “We’ll Become The Best”

Thank you for the suggestion anon! I loved the
interpretation of this theme and really hope you like what I came up with based
off your idea!

Victory

1:  the overcoming of
an enemy or antagonist

2:  achievement of
mastery or success in a struggle or endeavor against odds or difficulties

 

Kuroko smiles warmly, sincere joy on his face as he stares
down at his new born son; he has his father’s eyes which are wide open and full
of curiosity. Nuzzling his nose, father whispers to son, “I don’t know what I’m
doing but I promise to become the best father I can be for you.”

Kise takes a deep breath working to calm his nerves. He’s
never had stage fright or performance anxiety, always overtly confident in
everything he’s ever done. But as he slips the small velvet box open and shut
one last time he feels his heart racing; this isn’t a game, it isn’t a stage
and there’s no one to copy.

He’s all on his own.

The night goes off perfectly and as he takes a knee before
the woman who’s captured his heart for good he says through tears of his own, “I’ll
never stop working to be the best husband for you, if you’ll have me.”

Midorima has always known the value of hard work. Natural
talent helps but it can only take you so far. That’s why he never stopped
practicing even when everyone else did, why he always to this day makes sure to
have his lucky item so he can say he’s literally done everything he can to
succeed. As he grips his doctorate, a wealth of new ambition surges through his
chest and he knows without doubt that hard work and dedication will lead him to
become the best heart surgeon in the country.

Aomine has trouble remembering joy, that deep seated feeling
of happiness outside of circumstances. It’s been so long since its touched his
life. But now, looking at dozens of hope, fear and excitement filled young
faces, he remembers the elation he felt the first time he touched a basketball.
“Consider yourselves lucky brats,” he announces after roll call, “Cause you’re
gonna be working with the best coach you’ll ever have!”

Akashi understands pressure, more so than most people his
age. He had to grow up quickly and for the most part, alone. He pushed down
feels of inferiority exerting his will to dominate things which for normal
people would be out of their control. But even he couldn’t avoid a fall of ill
fate forever. But now, having regained the part of himself he lost, he
understands that adversity (and failure) is something to be appreciated, because
through them one’s character can grow. So when he found himself wishing he’d
had someone to remind him of that while growing up, it set him on a new path in
life for good.  And as he stands before a
line of boys who’ve suffered the same loss as himself, he takes a deep breath,
internally vowing, “I will be the best
group therapist there is.”

Murasakibara surprises everyone when he leaves Japan after
high school and heads of to France. When asked about his choice in destination,
he replied simply, “It’s where the best pastries are.” Eventually he falls into
culinary school only to drop out and start working at a local pastry shop to
learn from a true master who takes him under his wing. His appearance garners a
wealth of attention which drives the sales through the roof pretty much sealing
his fate as a well-known apprentice. Now completed with his training, he
returns to his home country, and for the first time in his life truly has something
he’s passionate about. “I’m going to become the best and most well-known pastry
chef in Japan,” he affirms to Himuro.

The generation of miracles stand together in a large park,
Kuroko smiling as Kise’s fiancé holds his blued eyed baby boy cooing at him and
making him giggle.

“Looks like I know what’s next for you, Kise-kun,” he
teases.

Kises laughs, a light blush coming on his cheeks. “Kuroko-cchi!
Not so loud! You’re gonna give her ideas!”

“I think the idea is already planted,” Akashi remarks with a
small smile. He casts his eyes to the basketball court, pleased to see his
group of boys getting along so well with the few from Aomine’s team that happened
to be at the park today, all of them getting coached by the former ace of Too.

“It’s weird to see Mine-chin with kids,” Murasakibara
comments.

The rest of the groups nods as

Midorima

replies, “He only
does so well because Momoi-san still keeps him in line. Those two are attached
at the hip I believe.”

“Well, they will be if Aomine-cchi ever gets his act together
and proposes! The poor thing’s been waiting forever,” whines Kise.

A rough shout of, “Hey!” calls all their attention. Walking
over and down the crest of a hill comes Kagami, fresh from America on a break
during the off season. He reaches the group, extending proper greetings to them
all before sending a wave to Aomine who pretends to ignore him.

“Still an ass, I see,” mutters the basketball star.

“Aomine-kun is Aomine-kun,” Kuroko sighs taking back his son
to pass him to his best friend. “So you did it,” he continues, watching as
Kagami attempts to hold the baby comfortably and failing miserably.

As he returns him to his father, Kagami asks, “Did what?”

“You became the best.”

Looking around the group of faces, knowing where each of
them has ended up, Kagami splutters with a red face, “We all did, just in…different
ways.”  

Can I make a request with Akashi, Midorima, Kagami, Kasamatsu, and Haizaki reacting to their girlfriend smelling of the guys’ soap?

At first, I thought you meant that the
girlfriend leans in to smell the guys but then I think you meant that the
girlfriend smells like that soap because she used it, so I went with that. If I
was wrong please let me know! 😊

Akashi

When you step into the kitchen for
breakfast, Akashi is already seated reading the paper, his chef nodding a good
morning to you. Smiling softly, Akashi stands and pulls out a chair for you. As
you take your seat, he leans down to kiss your cheek but pauses before burying into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply.

“What are you doing Sei-kun?” you ask blushing
a bit at his open affection in front of his staff (though the man is currently focused
on the waffles).

Akashi exhales whispering in your ear, “It
seems our scents mingled together is quite the aphrodisiac for me. Make sure
you eat up, you’ll need your energy.”

Midorima

A dull knock at his door has Midorima frowning;
surely, it’s not you because you knock with what he can only call “spunk”. Upon opening
it, however, he discovers your mud-covered form standing on his porch.

“_____-chan, what on earth happened?”

You sigh, shifting from foot to foot. “I was
running to catch the bus and tripped into a mud puddle.” A flash of lightning
and crack of thunder rumble overhead.

“Did you forget your lucky item?”

Huffing you crossing your arms, nearly hitting
him with flung mud. “Is that really the thing to be focusing on right now Shin?”

He pushes up his glasses. “I suppose not, but
in the future please be more careful. Now, come in out of the rain and get cleaned
up.”

He ushers you to the bathroom, allowing you to
get in the shower while he puts your clothes in the wash. Since they are still
drying when you’re done with your shower, you wear his robe, towel drying your
hair as you sit on the bed. When he re-enters the room you stand, walking to
him and leaning up on tiptoes to kiss him.

“Thanks, Shin-kun,” you say but as you pull
away he grabs your shoulders, sniffing the top of your head.

“Did you use my shampoo?” he asks and you nod
causing him to blush.

“Is that a problem?” you ask timidly.

“N…no,” he stammers, unclear why the thought of
you smelling like him is bringing very inappropriate thoughts to his mind.  

Kagami

“Wow, that was some work out,” you gasp, wiping
your brow.

Taiga grins down at you, slightly winded but
not gulping down oxygen like you. “Yeah, thanks for coming with,” he says
before taking a swig of water. Glancing at his kitchen he says, “Don’t know about
you, but I’m starving, want me to cook something?”

“Um, sure, but would you mind if I took a quick
shower? I stink!”

Taiga blushes a bit making you smile but nods. “Su…sure,
towels and stuff are in the bathroom. I’ll just get started on lunch.”

You shower quickly, opting to just use his soap
since you don’t have your stuff with you today.

Stepping out of the bathroom, a puff of steam
in your wake, you enter the living room to find it filled with the smell of
delicious cooking. Smiling to yourself you sit down on the couch, waiting until
Taiga is done.

“Babe, it’s ready,” he says and you stand to
join him at the breakfast bar. As you take a seat you flip your hair out of the
way, sending a plume of scent wafting towards Taiga. Looking up, you see him
staring at you, an odd look on his face.

“Taiga, what’s-“but you don’t get to finish your
sentence before his lips are on yours, kissing you fiercely.

When he pulls back, you both inhale and he says
huskily, “Forget lunch, I want to devour you.” You can’t say you mind too much.

Kasamatsu

Yukio has always had trouble with girls; he
just gets so nervous around them. So you decided to take matters into your own
hands and ask him out. After he came
to (and wanted to murder Kise for laughing at him) you’d made plans and went on
a date. That led to another and before long you found yourself girlfriend to
the captain of the basketball team.

Hence why, now at this moment, you are
practically suffering from heat stroke in the gym while these crazy boys run
drills during their summer training.

It’s so hot you feel like you’re melting into
the benches. Glancing at the guys you can’t believe they haven’t keeled over by
now. Shaking your head, you scamper to the locker rooms, intent on taking a
shower to cool down. Sneaking into the boys’ area you grab Yukio’s soap since
there’s none in your locker before going back to the girls’ locker room.

Ten minutes later, you exit feeling exceptionally better as your damp hair cools you down, pleased to see the boys are just finishing up.

“There you are,” Yukio says running over to you
covered in sweat.

“Yeah, I just had to cool off,” you say
smiling.

“Wait for me, I’ll be just a minute,” he says
and takes off towards the locker room.

“Hold on, Yukio-kun!” you call and run up to him,
handing him the bottle of his soap that you forgot to return. You peck his
cheek and rush back to the bleachers to get your stuff, completely missing the
bright red hue of your boyfriend’s face as he thinks about you using his soap on your naked body.

“Maybe next time you can put it on her,” Kise
teases.

“Shut up, Kise!” he yells kicking the ace into
the locker room.

Haizaki

“Ouch,” you hiss, glancing down at yet another
bruise forming. Haizaki just had to
choose paint-balling for your date, didn’t he? Grumbling, you run a hand through
your hair crying out when you realize it has paint in it despite you wearing
protective gear; for all the good it did your poor body come to think of it.

“Such a baby,” your jackass of a boyfriend
snickers. He, of course, barely got hit seeing as he’s been doing this crap
since he was a kid.

“Shut up,” you snap.

“Awwww, come on little baby,” he coos mockingly
at you, “Let’s get you home and all cleaned up.”

Sighing, you climb onto the bus, people looking
at you weird because you’re covered in green, orange and red paint splatters.

When you get to Haizaki’s house, you procure
the bathroom (locking the door because you really don’t feel like dealing with grabby
hands when you’re bruised) and take a quick shower, just using whatever is on
hand to scrub your skin and hair clean.

Finally divested of your extra colors (minus
your lovely bruising which will be there for weeks) you exit the bathroom. When
you enter Haizaki’s room, he’s flat on his back in bed, looking up at the
ceiling and you swear he’s pouting because you wouldn’t let him shower with
you. Now who’s the baby? But you won’t
say anything, it’s just not worth an argument.

Sitting down, you yawn, stretching tired and
sore muscles. A shift on the bed barely draws your attention; that is until you’re
flung down on to it, the sudden impact making you curse in pain. Shogo looms over
you, his face burying into your neck as he growls, “I like you smelling like
me, makes it easier for everyone to know you’re mine!”

Yes please! Pink Shin-chan and Pink Kazu-chan, with a female s/o. Thank you!

nsfwhaikyuu-knb:

I’m sorry, I got lazy so I just did Midorima! You’re free to request Takao separately if you’d like~

Your nose scrunched up at the sight of the tall male, “What are you doing in here?”

It wasn’t that you hated him; he was your soulmate. But you were an artist, being around him was dangerous enough— once a person is near their soulmate, they lose the sight of colors. Unless you kiss them they’ll come back once they’re out of your sight though.

“My lucky item is paint today, I had none at home and they ran out in the store,” he made up an excuse, looking at your painting with scrunched eyes as he tried to guess what colors graced the canvas. It took him a moment to notice that you were already holding out a tube of acrylic paint for him.

He accepted it with a sigh, placing it by his side as he took the seat next to you, “How long do you plan on avoiding me?”

He noticed the tension rising in the room as you placed down your brush, swirling it inside its cup, “Forever? I can’t afford losing the ability to see colors, I’m an artist! I don’t even know you well enough to tell whether or not I’d even consider throwing away the only thing that makes me good at what I am.”

“Unless we kiss, you won’t lose your ability to see colors,” he commented, shifting slightly before he adjusted his glasses by pushing them up the bridge of his nose, “I won’t force you into anything. We’ve known about this since high school and we’re adults now. All I’m asking for is a chance.”

Your hand went out for your neck as you began massaging it, “Why, do you like me that much that you’re willing to come to my store and beg for me?”

The green haired male’s cheeks turned a scarlet shade as he denied it straight away, “I merely needed my lucky item. The fact that I had a bone to pick with you because my mother forced me to do it is simply a nuisance along the way.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms in front of your chest, “Your mom made you? And I’m supposed to believe that? Honestly, you don’t seem worth my colors.”

With his brows raised in shock and his mouth slightly agape, the male remained speechless.

“I’ll show you just how worthy I am if you give me a chance, (Last name)-san,” his voice dropped for an octave as he leaned in, grasping your chin gently. Thank the heavens that neither of you could see colors at that point because you had both turned into tomatoes.

“Alright, one chance,” you muttered, moving his hand away as you hoped that he couldn’t hear your raging heartbeat. You passed him your visit card, scooting him out of the store, “Don’t blow it. Now please leave, I really have to finish that painting.”

As dumbfolded as he was, the male just shook his head, glancing at the card that you gave him. He has liked you since high school; he attended every exhibition you ever had, he had seen you smiling and he had seen you crying. You were best friends before you hit the delicate age of 18. That’s when you started avoiding him to the best of your ability; that’s when you started losing the sight of colors whenever you’d see him.

“You’re making this difficult for me, Shin-chan,” he remembered you crying, “I care about you, but art is my passion. I’m not ready to throw it away this early on, I don’t want to live wondering what could have happened had I pursued my dream.”

“I understand; I’ll wait for you. I’ll never force you into anything you don’t want me to.”

Since he was 18 he made sure to remain close to you, he wanted you to remember what you once felt for him. He wanted you to remember it because he never forgot- you were both 27 years old now and he wanted to know if he was truly barking up the wrong tree.

He buried his face in his palms; how could it be the wrong tree when it’s you?

The date night finally came and it was everything that he hoped for. You looked stunning, not a single trace of paint on you as your cheeks practically radiated warmth. He had no place to judge, he was probably even worse.

The conversations started off as random bickering, sarcastic comments and eye rolls but  they ended with fond memories of your high school days. You made it a goal for yourself that night to embarrass him as much as possible about the attitude he had back then.

He remembered laughing. He remembered laughing a lot.

The male woke up next morning, his lips curling upwards at the sight of your message.
“You didn’t blow it.”

Ever since, you made sure to make time to meet up with him as often as possible. He started bringing you your lucky items just like he did when you were young. You’d protest and roll your eyes at him, but it didn’t stop the man.

Two years had passed and you became incredibly close with Midorima. However, that didn’t change the fact that you still avoided his advances like the black plague. You noticed how his eyes would glance away remorsefully whenever you’d flinch away. It made sense, you were being cruel.

At that point you were aware that he wasn’t bothered by the fact that you wouldn’t kiss him- it bothered him that your work was still more important to you than he was. He never mentioned it, he’d switch the topic and move on, but you knew.

Art was your first true love, it hurt you that you had to let it go.

You made a decision. One more exhibition. One more and you were done.

You wanted to keep it a surprise for him; you wanted to call him up to the stage and kiss him in front of the cameras at the opening.  True, he’d probably kill you for putting him in such an embarrassing spot but you wanted the world to know that you were one and the same.

So you can imagine the fear washing you over upon having to drag his seemingly unconscious body to the shore as the moon acted as your only guide. The stupid giant was too proud to admit that he doesn’t know how to swim! He tried to go in as deep as possible while you were afar and it almost cost him his life!

“Shintarou, wake up!” you tried pressing onto his chest in hopes of getting him to open his eyes, “Don’t scare me like this, wake-up!”

You could feel tears streaming down your face as you felt your hands shaking.

You pressed your lips upon his, doing your best to perform mouth-to-mouth as adequately as possible.

You were scared, shaken and alone.

Wake up, wake up, wake up! Please, Shintarou! I’m begging you!

Finally, he opened his eyes and you heard the long-awaited coughing fit as you let out a sigh of relief.

You pulled him upwards, patting his back in order to help him get it all out, “You scared me! I almost lost you—I kept pressing  your chest and you weren’t responding and then when I tried mouth to mouth you were still out cold! Do you—do you have any idea how scared I was?! Next time you don’t know something, tell me, we’re in this together, you prideful jerk!”

Midorima kept one of his arms wrapped around you, his eyes widened in shock.

“Mouth-to-mouth? You- (Name), you lost your—“ his voice was filled with sorrow and you knew he was going to start apologizing. Before he even had a chance to utter anything remotely similar to an apology, you slapped him before pulling him into a bone crushing hug, your form still shaking.

“I don’t care, stupid! The very fact that I could have lost you, even in theory, is much worse! Don’t you dare do this to me ever again!” you cried out, feeling his warm arms wrapping around you with a firm grasp as you finally felt safe.

The sea was gently crashing against the shore, your heartbeats were synced into one and you found yourself being able to calm down.

“I refuse to accept that out first kiss took place was while I was out cold; let me show you what a true kiss is,” the male growled before gently laying you down on the sand, his hands supporting him by your sides as he hovered above you.

“The ocean will get jealous of how wet I’ll get you.”

——
hit me up if you’d like a nsfw continuation 😉

I genuinely hope that this is alright because I’m not into the simple aus where they just have the same tattoo and they immediately fall in love once they figure that out. Feedback is appreciated, thanks for requesting~

Amazing!!!! Can I request you so NSFW continuation lol?

Okay! For the crossover, could I get a reader insert where the megane boys (Midorima and Tsukki) have a crush on the same girl?

Thanks for the request, I actually had quite a bit of fun with this one and can only hope I captured their personalities well enough. 

Stepping up to the counter, Midorima is just about to open
his mouth when you say, “Tall latte, triple shot, dark with no foam and extra
sugar.” He blinks at your cheeky expression, suppressing a grin when you
whisper, “I won’t tell anyone you like it so sweet,” then wink. The wink is
enough to get his cheeks heating up but he quickly recovers, thanking you and
paying.

 “Strawberry short cake shake,” the next customer orders simply. 

Midorima spares a sideways glance at the male, eyes
narrowing slightly. This kid is always here at the same time as him. He notices
that he drops a rather sizable tip into your jar, waving away your protests
and saying, “Like I don’t know you need it.” Appalled at his candor, Midorima looks
at you but you’re chuckling, playfully whipping the towel from over your
shoulder at the teasing male.

Tsukishima moves on, taking a seat at his usual table near
the window, opening his homework and getting down to business. Midorima,
meanwhile, sits at his normal location ensconced in a wingback chair set in the
corner facing out towards the room, a book in one hand and his perfectly
prepared latte in the other. His eyes follow over the edge of his book as you
walk out the blonde’s order, smiling down at him and placing a piece of chocolate
cake on the table.

He’s close enough to hear you explain, “You gave too much
tip, this is my way of saying thank you.”

Gritting his teeth, Midorima tries to focus on his book,
startled slightly when you suddenly appear before him. Since when were people
able to sneak up on him?

“Excuse me? Sorry to bother you, but I made just a little
too much of another latte and wondered if you’d like a top up?” He looks to the
coffee carafe in your hand. At his nod, you lean forward, pouring the contents of
the pot into his cup. Standing back up, you offer a bright smile and nod of
your own before going back behind the counter.

The following week, Midorima surprises you by offering your
lucky item for the day. He covers his embarrassment with a slightly terse, “It’s
simple really, I mean, it’s a coffee cup after all.” But never the less, you
beam at the fact that he brought you a unique one, covered in cats (your
favorite animal).

As he leaves the line he hears, “Tch, you know she doesn’t
believe in that nonsense, right?”

Green eyes meet gold, narrowing as the basketball player
says, “How do you know? Have you asked her?”

The volleyball player rolls his eyes. “No, but you only
have to speak to her for a few minutes to realize she’s far too intelligent to go
in for such ridiculousness.”

Midorima clenches his fist, saying lowly, “Intelligence and
faith can co-exist, only someone truly ignorant would not be able to see that.”

Tsukishima scoffs but says nothing in return, electing instead
to spin on his heel and head to his normal seat.

After a few more weeks of both males obviously garnering for
your attention, they tire of each other, each believing the other to be
simultaneously annoying you and hindering the other’s progress. It comes to a head one afternoon as Midorima smacks his hand on Tsukishima’s table
before taking a seat across from him.

Cocking one eyebrow, the blonde asks, “What do you want?”

“Your incessant unwanted pursuit of ______-san needs to
cease,” Midorima says testily, “It’s blatantly obvious you’re not her type, so
why don’t you find another café whose doorstep you can darken?”

“Heh, like you’re one to talk, I don’t see her exactly
fawning over you, you overgrown weed,”
Tsukki snarks back.

“Are you kidding? She always knows my drink, always makes it
perfectly and typically brings
refills, only claiming they are because she “accidentally” made extra because she’s
shy since there’s no way she is frequently that
careless.”

“As if that matters. She remembers every regular’s
order, so yours is nothing special. Also, I don’t see her taking her lunch
breaks with you,” replies Tsukishima
smugly.

“She only does that because you help her with her homework,”
Midorima fires right back, “Don’t think I can’t hear your conversation, it’s
not that far from my seat to yours.”

“I’m not leaving,” Tsukki says crossing his arms and fixing
his opponent with a firm glare. The two males stare one another down, each unwilling
to back down.

Finally, Midorima says, “This is getting us nowhere, let’s
settle this here and now.” Looking up he catches your eye, indicating he’d like
to speak with you. Holding up one finger, you nod. Turning back to his unwanted
company, the green-haired male smirks. “Now we’ll see,” he says as you make
your way towards them. This is not how he’d wanted this to go but he’s tired of
this waif impeding the peace of his favorite café.

“Funny, I didn’t think you two were friends,” you remark reaching
their table.

“We aren’t,” Tsukki confirms, cheeks tinting pink because he
knows what’s coming.

“Ok,” you say drawing out the letters then look back at Midorima.
“Is there something I can help you with?”

“Yes,” he says looking up at your face. “We’re in a bit of
debate and hope you can clear something up for us.”  

“I’m intrigued, how can my infinite wisdom assist you
gentlemen?” you ask smiling.

“We were wondering who-“ Midorima begins but is cut off by
the sound of you squealing in delight, attention out the window. Turning
around, his teeth clench at the sight of Imayoshi Shoichi, one hand shoved
casually in his pocket and the other out with his finger crooking in a come-hither
motion to you.

“Sorry guys, one minute,” you say hurriedly running out the
door. Both males watch as you fling your arms around the third-year point
guard, lips planting on his in a swift kiss of greeting. As he hugs you,
Imayoshi sends a wide smirk to the occupants inside, clearly understanding the situation
he came upon.

Both males eyes widen when you grab who is clearly your
boyfriend by the hand and pull him in with you.

“Sorry,” you say a bit breathless, “I just got so excited.
Shoichi-kun, this is Tsukishima-san, middle blocker of Karasuno’s volleyball
team and this-“

“Oh, I know who he is sweetie,” Imayoshi comments, his arm
snaking around your waist, eyes hidden behind the glare of his glasses.

Unaware of the tension among the three males you turn your
attention back to the seated basketball and volleyball players. “I’m sorry, what
did you want to ask me, Midorima -san?”

“It is of no importance,” he says brusquely, standing up and
walking to his seat. Gathering his book bag and lucky item (for all the good it
did him today) he strides out of the café, unsure he can come back given your
taste in men.

“Is everything ok?” you ask worriedly as Tsukki also makes
his way to leave.

“Yeah, sure, see you in class,” he says then quickly makes
his own exit.

“I hope I didn’t offend them, I was just so excited to see
you Shoichi-kun,” you say softly, eyes full of worry.

“Don’t sweat it sweetie,” he says kissing your temple, “they’re
just poor losers.”

“What did they lose?” you ask confused and he just smirks,
finding it so funny that for being so intelligent, you can be so oblivious
sometimes.  

Hiii :DD Can I request Kuroko, Mayuzumi, Kise, Midorima, and Murasakibara camping inside their house, literally they build a tent inside the house (or outside in their garden/yard underneath all the stars lol) and they’re doing sorts of things like playing games, eating, or studying??

What a cute idea! I hope
you don’t mind I took the liberty to add reader-chan as well!

Kuroko: Spending so much
time indoors (save for running during practice) Seirin’s phantom builds a make shift tent
in the small backyard of his family’s home. Tetsuya #2 rather enjoys being able
to run about and roll in the grass while his master does his homework. When you
arrive to his place to go get dinner, you giggle at the sight of man and dog
asleep. Leaving them be, you head to Maji Burger, bringing a to go order of
burgers, fries and Tetsuya’s favorite vanilla shake back to the tent.

Mayuzumi: He doesn’t so
much build a tent, as a nest in his room, piled high with blankets and pillows with
his stack of light novels close by. When you arrive to visit, he does little
more than lift his arm, inviting you to climb into the mass of comfort.
Settling next to him, you open your own book, both of you releasing breaths of
contentment; it’s nice to be with someone who doesn’t need to talk all the
time.

Kise: Thoroughly in tune
with his inner (some may say not inner enough) child, Kise gets it into his
head that erecting a tent in the middle of the living room is a great idea. Calling you up he exclaims, “____-cchi,
come over, we’re going to have an indoor camp night!” Bewildered you show up to
find he’s made a rather large tent using multiple sheets, pillows and couch
cushions. In the middle of said tent are even more pillows and his laptop. “Come
on,” he says eagerly pulling you in, “we’ll watch a movie and eat snacks!”

Midorima: When Midorima
hears a knock at the door, he thinks nothing of it until he hears his mother greeting
you by name. His eyes widen as you enter from the hallway, your expression of
surprise mirroring his as you take in the sight of his room overtaken by frilly
sheets and plushies. “It…this…I…”he stutters only to be cut off by his little
sister adorably calling out, “____-chan! Come into our tent and braid my hair!”

Murasakibara:
Approaching your boyfriend’s house, you’re shocked to see a pop up tent set up
with Mura lying flat on his back inside of it. Nearing the entrance, you call
out and ask him what he’s doing. “Eh? Oh, hi ____-chin, it’s too crowded in
there,” he answers nodding his head backwards towards his house. Ah, his siblings
must all be visiting. Crawling into the tent with him, you lie down as well,
discovering it has a sky light out which you can see the stars. It’s rather
romantic, until you hear Mura start munching on chips.

Here’s the updated version! Akashi, Midorima, Aomine, Kiyoshi, & Hanamiya, number 3 Imagines/Reactions weekend. Thanks a lot!

Thank you for being such a sweetie
and dealing with my crazy behind! Realized after we chatted that singular
requests for the list work fine BUT I love your choices for this one and am happy
to do them. Thanks for being such an active participant on my blog!

Imagine Prompt #3 – Doing Laundry

Akashi: Let’s be real here, homeboy
does not do his own laundry, he’s got servants for such menial tasks. However,
he does draw the line with his
attendant picking out his clothes. He’s an (almost) grown man, he’ll pick out
his clothes himself thank you very much.

Midorima: Excessively organized and
anal about color separation, going so far as to separate whites from off
whites. Each load is washed, dried and put away before the beginning of a new
week. His mother appreciates having one less child to worry about cleaning up
after.

Aomine: Could give a crap about
sorting, not that it would really matter considering he owns mostly dark
clothing made primarily of cotton. Waits until his hamper is pretty much
overflowing then shoves everything in all at once. As a result, not all items
end up fully clean or dry but he doesn’t care. It’s a miracle that he hangs anything
up really.

Kiyoshi: Having been taught by both
his mother and grandmother the importance of understanding domestic responsibilities,
Kiyoshi is satisfactorily adept at doing laundry, whether it just be his or
helping with the rest of the family’s. He’ll make a good husband one day, fully
willing to share the household chores.

Hanamiya: Surprisingly willing to
do his own laundry, mostly to hide from his mother the blood stains acquired
during his breaking of other people. That and he knows she works hard so having
one less chore to worry about is something he’s willing to give her, she being
the only person in the whole world he cares about more than himself.  

No. 20 “A Heated Argument”, Tsukishima pls 😊 i hope u take 2 req from a same person💛

Thank you for sending another in and yes, multiple requests
are fine. For being such a sweetie and dealing with me being overly picky I’ll
give you Tsukishima, Usiwaka and Midorima (one of my personal faves, yea!) for
this one. Thanks again for participating!

Imagine Prompt #20 – A Heated Argument

  • Tsukishima: During the heat of the moment, it isn’t uncommon
    for Tsukishima to throw out an insult, his being the worst because he knows
    exactly what to say to really hurt people. He’ll regret it, but won’t admit it and it takes a while for him to apologize, especially if you said something
    hurtful as well. Don’t expect him to come to you, he’s a pretty prideful boy.
    But if you get the ball of conversation started again, he’ll bury the hatchet,
    albeit brusquely. 
    • “Why are we even still talking about this? That was a stupid
      argument anyway.“ The only indication of an apology is a kiss to the top of
      your head and him squeezing your hand.
  • Ushijima: It’s fairly impossible to get Ushijima worked up
    enough to get heated. If anything, you’ll be the one to start yelling because
    you feel his one word answers indicate he’s not invested in what began as a
    discussion, or at least the attempt of one. Always one to speak his mind, when
    you make mention of not caring anymore he’ll think the issue is over with. It
    will take Tendou advising him you’re upset. 
    • “Tendou told me you’re still mad,
      why? I thought you said you were fine.” 
    • “I’m not, I just couldn’t argue
      anymore.” 
    • “Oh.” After a pause he’ll ask, “Why were we arguing?” 
    • Hugging his
      around his waist you’ll sigh, “It doesn’t matter anymore Ushijima.” And this
      time you mean it because it really doesn’t.
  • Midorima: Most likely your argument will be over something
    to do with Oha Asa and how because of your signs not meshing that day you need to stay away from each other. If you snap about how ridiculous he’s being, he’ll be thoroughly insulted and storm off,
    muttering something about rechecking your blood type. At the end of the day, it
    will take you going to him and apologizing. Though he doesn’t feel the need to
    apologize, per se, he may just take a little more time explaining his
    philosophy to you, just to avoid another unpleasant confrontation. After all,
    he reasons, information acquisition is the beginning of understanding.