Ooh, writing for Free now? Hmm… How a few scenarios about Haru, Rin, Makoto, and Reis’ girlfriends’ skirt blows up in the wind… only to reveal she wears shorts under her skirts. Whether they’re disappointed or relieved, she teases that she’ll let them see more when they’re alone.

Yes I am, I just fell in love with these boys and knew I couldn’t hold back from opening asks for them. This is so funny, I hope I do it justice!

Haru

It was a blustery day, the wind sending swirls of leaves and petals towards the sky only to return to earth in a most unwelcome place: the Iwatobi High School swimming pool.

But, as usual, Haru took no notice of the floating obstacles, his hands slicing through the water with ease as he swam as he always did: free.

What did break his concentration was the sight of his girlfriend running around the deck chasing papers tossed up by the same playful wind, her skirt shifting dangerously high until a high gust pushed it over her thighs. However, he fell right back into stride when her shorts came into view.

Seems there was nothing to get worked up over and he couldn’t decide if he was relieved or annoyed.

Rin

Amusement danced in his bright red eyes watching his girl running about the fallen leaves hued in gold, red and brown. Times like these she reminded him of a little kid, oblivious to the adult world waiting for them just around the corner.

A sudden gust had her squealing, hands flying down in delayed effort to keep her skirt from flying up to no avail.

“Awww, babe! And here I thought I was going to get a real show,” he pouted as the sight of shorts instead of the sexy underwear he’d imagined she’d wear came into view.

She stuck out her tongue and he flashed a toothy grin as he bolted after her making her squeal again as she ran from his pursuit. “Tease the shark, you’re gonna get bit!” he cried, easily over taking her into a pile of as yet undisturbed leaves.

Makato

“Do you think a skirt was a good idea to wear on such a windy day?” Makato couldn’t help asking as he and his girlfriend walked hand in hand from the train station towards school.

“Like I have much choice with the uniforms!” she complained.

Sheepishly with a slight blush he scratched his cheek. “I guess that’s true. But still, maybe it would have been better-”

“Eeek!”

A blast of cold air shifted the light material of her skirt, blowing it up and revealing…shorts.

Makato couldn’t hide his laughter as he inquired, “If you were going to wear something under it anyway, why not leggings?”

“Because they’re all dirty!” she snapped.

Rei

It wasn’t that Rei didn’t appreciate his girlfriend’s sense of style. Truth be told, it was beautiful. But did she really have to wear such a short skirt to an amusement park?

“Let’s go on the merry-go-round!” she exclaimed, pulling on his hand.

“Um, but, won’t your skirt-”

“It’s fine!” she exclaimed mounting her fiberglass steed. He picked one close to her, retaking her hand to hold as they rode. If he was going to be on the thing at all he might as well try to make it as romantic as possible.

“See, isn’t this fun?!”

Rei looked at her smiling face but as they rounded the bend, a gust of unexpected high wind slammed into them sending her skirt high above her knees. And even though he saw she was wearing shorts, Rei’s cheeks still burned crimson.

Kenma and I are exploring the town together, playing Pokemon Go on our phones while people light up the sky with fireworks. As the countdown to midnight starts, I take hold of his hand. The new year begins and I smile at him. “Happy new year, Kenma. I hope we can have plenty of fun this year too.”

The quiet setter blushes at your hand in his but he has a small smile on his lips as well.

“Happy new year, ______-chan, I’m glad we could spend the evening together, this was really fun.”

He walks you home and upon your door step leans in to plant a sweet kiss against your cheek. “Get some rest, I’ll see you at school,” he says, walking backwards and almost tripping over his feet.

You giggle, waving goodbye.

Bad boy au scenario; Bad boys Kuroko, Kise, Oikawa, and Akaashi are injured after a fight and are found by their future s/o, who treats their wounds. She’s not naive and she’s no goody-two-shoes; she’s helping them because they’re cute and she has a knife in case they try anything funny.

Kuroko groans,
the sound quiet but deep. The feeling of being lifted startles him, his body
twitching in reaction to continue defending himself but he winces violently,
his previous injures stilling any further movements. “Just stay still silly, you’re
already bleeding everywhere,” an unexpectedly feminine voice says near his ear.
Forcing his eyelids up, he’s surprised to see a girl assisting him to walk, his
arm around her shoulders and hers around his waist. Flashing him a small smile,
she continues, “Don’t worry, I got you.” He nods once in thanks, shifting his
focus to the muscles in his legs. One foot in front of the other, they slowly make
their way to her dwelling. By the time they reach her living room, Kuroko is
completely spent, his blood loss making him cave in upon himself to the floor. His
last thought before blacking out is, “I
hope I don’t stain her floor.”

The feel of hot water against his skin rouses Akaashi from his twilight state, a hiss
of pain escaping through his teeth. His eyes widen a bit when he finds himself
in a rather deep tub. Initially he’s confused to still be wearing his boxers
but a glance to his left explains why; his rescuer is busying herself with a
wash cloth and soap. “I know it probably stings but we have to disinfect those
cuts and hot water with a topical later will do just that,” she says, voice
calm and even. He cocks an eyebrow at her as she leans forward to scrub dried
blood from his body. The feel of her touch coupled with the rising steam and
his still weakened body lulls him into a state of complicity. Meeting her eyes,
he utters, “Thank you.”

With her help, Kise
rises from the drained bath, muscles still limp but more relaxed than fatigued
now. “Not that I think you’ll be able to Kise-kun,” she advises as they make
their way to her room, “but if you try anything funny know I’ve got a knife and
I know how to use it.” Her tone is mostly jovial, but the blonde sees her eyes
are serious. Clearly, she’s familiar with who and what he is.

A strained chuckle leaves his lips, eyes gaining a bit of
their glow back. “Don’t worry, I’m not that
bad.”

She smiles and he thinks her pretty. Sitting him down on the
bed, she hurries to a dresser drawer, pulling out a first aid kit.

“This is going to hurt, sorry,” she says sloshing some ointment
onto a cloth before pressing it against his deepest wound. Kise takes in a
sharp breath, digging his nails into the flesh of his palm. “Sorry,” she
whispers again then adds a numbing agent to the area. “This is deeper than I
initially thought, so I’ll have to do a quick stitch up.”

Kise bites his bottom lip, tears stinging the corners of his
eyes but he manages to keep back any whimpers; some tough guy he ended up
being. But she doesn’t tease him, she doesn’t say anything and when he chances
a glance at her face he’s enamored with her. She looks so cute with her brows
furrowed in concentration.

Finishing up the suture, she ties it off and snips the end
close to his skin. Swiftly, she cleans and bandages up the rest of his injuries
before handing him drawstring sweatpants and a soft t-shirt. “Think you can
handle putting these on yourself?” When he nods, she releases the items. “Good,
I’ll get something going for supper, you just rest, ok?”

As he lays back in the comfortable clothing, Kise wonders at
her anew. Who is she and why is she helping him?

Oikawa asks her
those questions as they sit together for a simple meal of soup and sandwiches,
his gone fairly quickly since his appetite woke back up. She shrugs her
shoulders, “What kind of a person would I be to leave someone bleeding on the ground?”
Her eyes meet his, a playful glint in them. “Plus, you’re super cute, it would be
a shame for such good looks to be snuffed out of the world too soon.”

Oikawa now wonders if this it was it feels like to swoon
over someone. She’s so confident but easy going, her laugh coming easy and her
smile bright.

Later, after using the bathroom, Oikawa makes his way back
to her room, intent on telling her he’ll be taking his leave and to thank her
for her kindness. As he enters, he finds her sprawled on the same bed he was
laying upon a few hours prior, cute little snores breaking the otherwise silent
room. Leaning against the frame, he watches her. She’s exhausted, unsurprising
considering she’s smaller than him and not only practically carried his
semi-dead weight however far it was from the place of his attack to her home
but she kept assisting him until he got his strength back.

A shift of his body makes him wince, his wounds reminding
him of their presence. Walking to the bed, he leans down, whispering in her
ear, “Thank you, angel-chan, I’ll make sure you’re properly rewarded.”

He makes good on his promise a week later in the form of a
date at a roof top terrace restaurant where he asks her formerly to be his and
she accepts.