Hi anon! I kind of mixed in a taste of sub/dom with this one. I hope its to your liking! – Admin Jade
“Ughnnn! Ha…harder Shuzo!”
If you’d told Nijimura that this was what his usually shy, blushing and all around adorable love would be like in bed, he’d have said you were lying. But there they were, writhing and moaning like a cat in heat, begging him, letting him have his way with their body. He smacked their ass hard enough to send ripples over the skin.
“Harder…who?” he hissed, fingers digging into the flesh of their hip.
Between heavy breaths they groaned, “Harder…please…senpai.”
“That’s more like it,” he praised, increasing the power of his thrusts, the intensity of his strikes. By now their ass cheeks were pink and he lowered his hand, caressing between their legs. “You want more?”
They nodded earning another smack. “Use your voice,” he ordered. Then smirked, “Nice and loud, baby.”
“Fu…fuck!” they cried as he continued his ministrations, stroking, teasing, flicking, a blend of pleasure and pain only he could produce for them. Despite the soft of the mattress, their knees were beginning to ache, their arms trembling with the effort to hold themselves aloft as Nijimura tortured them with sweet, twisted pleasure, drawing louder and louder encouragement from their lips. “I….I need….I need it,” they begged.
“You need what, hmmmmm? To come? Is that what my kouhai wants? You want release?” “Yes! Oh god, please, please Nijimura-senpai, make me come!”
Eyes practically rolling to the back of his head, Nijimura increased the pressure of his touch, drawing them closer….closer… until…. “Come,” he whispered in their ear and they practically exploded, collapsing on the mattress.
Sucking in oxygen at a rapid pace, their glazed eyes met his as he drew them to their back. “When you’ve caught your breath,” he advised, eyes dark and full of want, “you’ll be putting that loud mouth of yours to use in another way.” He stroked his still erect cock. “Can’t leave your senpai hanging, now can you?”
We do too anon! It’s so much fun to see what you all come up with and they’re so good! Personally, I’m doing fairly well, thank you for your well wishes! I love having opportunities to write for characters not typically asked for and I hope you enjoy these! – Admin Jade
Takao
The plan had been to take the day easy, laying around and probably eating copious amounts of junk food lulling the two of them into an afternoon nap.
That was the plan.
But Takao had other ideas that involved chasing them down to unleash tickles until they screamed for mercy which turned into them running like children through the house, his chasing and them evading.
“You’ll never escape!” he laughed, tearing up the stairs behind them. They rounded the corner a bit to quickly, sliding on the hallway rug but amazingly managed to maintain balance. Just as they were home-free and about to reach the bedroom with a lock on its door they heard a crash from behind coupled with a groan of pain.
Turning swiftly, their eyes widened at the sight of Takao on the floor, the same rug which had almost tripped them up claiming him as its victim.
“Kazunari!” they shouted in panic, rushing back to his side. Just as they leaned fully on their knees, he sprung up making them scream in surprise as he pushed them to their back, fingers digging into their side making them squirm and squeal. “You brat! I can’t believe you made me think you were hurt!” The rest of their protestations were covered with uncontrolled laughter.
“All’s fair in love and war my dear and this round goes to me!” Takao gloated.
When breathing became an issue, he finally relented, releasing them to lie panting on the ground. “I…gonna….get….you,” they insisted, shaking a clenched fist in his direction.
“Sure, ______, sure,” he mocked, patting their knee as he stood.
The next moment he was gasping as they leapt upon his back and blew raspberries right against the most sensitive spot on his neck.
“Are you trying to tickle me or turn me on?” he complained, reaching behind to poke their sides, the action causing them to relinquish their hold.
They spun him around, fingers threading through his hair to drag his mouth to their own. Takao moaned into the kiss, hands clasping firmly to their hips. “Now I’m trying to turn you on,” they teased, moving backwards with his hands in their own towards the same room they’d been seeking refuge from him in.
Hayama
The flicker of the TV casts an uneven glow in the dark room leading Hayama’s eyes to begin succumbing to the urge to close, his head nodding forward before he snaps it back up. Sniffing, he casts his eyes sideways, surprised to see they’re fully immersed in the movie. How? It’s soooooo boring! Taking a deep breath, he tries to refocus but he’s been watching at half consciousness and so has no real idea what’s going on. Shaking his head, he smacks his cheeks working to stay awake. This was not how he’d wanted to spend the day with them, his plan to have taken them to the park to enjoy a walk, or the paddle boats, or maybe even a little bit of one on one just for fun. But no, the sky decided to open up sending a copious amount of water to the earth.
Glancing at them again, he notices their stance, leaned against the arm of the couch exposing their side. He grins behind his palm then as nonchalantly as possible, moves closer. They notice, of course, sending him a warm smile. It almost makes him feel bad for what he’s about to do; almost.
When he’s at the perfect distance, he pounces, earning a startled squeak then shriek as his fingers find their mark against the flesh under their shirt.
“Kotaro! Stop! Damn it, what is wrong with you!” But their protests fall on deaf ears, Hayama merely increasing his pursuit of torturing them. “I swear…you’re…gonna…get it!”
They roll towards the edge of the couch, falling heavily on to their butt only to jump back up and lunge for him. Hayama is ready for them, grabbing their wrists and holding them up away from him. “You think that’ll stop me!” they yell, voice full of mirth and retaliation. Deftly, they perch on his lap, toes digging into his sides making him yelp.
“That…you….I….” he gasps, working hard to speak and failing as laughter overtakes his attempts.
A moment later, they’re on their ass again as he loses his grip upon them.
“Are you…ok?” he asks.
They wave away his concern, catching their own breath. “What got into you?” they manage to ask after a few moments.
He shrugs, eyes closed. “Nothing really, just wanted to have some fun.”
A second later he’s spluttering as a pillow comes in clean contact with his head. Whipping it down, he grins at them standing with their own cushioned weapon in their hands. “Round two,” they quip then swing again.
I love fluff! I really hope you enjoy this one! – Admin Jade
Rolling over among twisted sheets, her hand reaches beside her only to find the space vacant. “He must be in the bathroom,” she thinks, settling more fully under the blanket. Ten minutes later, the distinct smell of bacon wafts into the room. “Mmmmm, bacon…maybe we’ll go out to breakfast today.” When the bacon scent is joined by something sweet, waffles or pancakes maybe, her mouth is watering. Blinking open sleep encrusted eyes, she realizes Kise still hasn’t returned and the scents she’s been enjoying are becoming stronger. Frowning, she stands, throwing on a robe to protect from the chill in the room. Hand just about to touch the knob of their bedroom door, she sees a note taped to it.
_____-cchi, first: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Second: get back in bed.
She smiles, catching onto his game but willing to play it nonetheless and does as he says, lying down to play with on her phone while she waits.
After another ten minutes, she hears footsteps nearing the door, Kise’s face appearing as he opens the door. He smiles, eyes warm with affection when they land on her. “I figured you’d wake up,” he chuckles, moving carefully so as not to disturb the contents of the tray in his hands.
As he gets closer, she sits up, smoothing out the blanket to make room for his surprise.
Reaching her with no mishaps, Kise pulls down the legs of the tray and settles the homemade breakfast down. He’s gone all out, filling it with a large stack of pancakes, fruit bowl stuffed with strawberries, bananas and blueberries, a hearty helping of bacon and a cup of steaming hot coffee. The scent of warmed syrup has her licking her lips and her stomach growling.
Kise laughs, leaning down to plant a kiss to her cheek, murmuring against her skin, “Happy Birthday, _____-cchi.”
She giggles, turning her head to capture his lips in a lingering, sweet kiss. “Thank you so much Ryouta, this looks amazing!”
“Dig in, I’ll get mine and join you,” he insists.
He doesn’t have to tell her twice, a bite of syrup drenched pancakes making her moan in pleasure.
Armed with his own tray, Kise sits next to her, nibbling away at the bacon. “So, what do you want to do for your special day?” he asks before taking his own bite of pancake.
She shrugs, fully immersed in her meal. Thinking it over, she looks up at him. “I really just wanted to spend the day with you, I don’t really care what we do,” she admits with a smile.
He hums, looking out the window. It’s still fairly dark, clouds covering the sky and threatening rain. “I think we should snuggle up and watch movies, we can enjoy junk food all day without guilt because their celebratory calories.”
She laughs, poking his cheek. “I thought that only applies to the person being celebrated?”
He shrugs. “I have practice tomorrow, I’ll burn it all off in no time.”
“Now you’re just being annoying,” she pouts, but there’s no ire in her tone. “Still, I like your idea, let’s do it.”
“Good, because I’m gonna spoil you with all the sweetness I can.”
Setting down the trays carefully to the floor, she sits upon his lap, mischievous smile on her lips. “Right now, the only sweetness I’m interested in is yours,” she whispers before kissing him passionately.
Kise rotates, pining her body beneath his own. “Then by all means, let me give you your fill.”
Obviously trigger warning for depictions of bullying. – Admin Jade
Kiyoshi
“Why do you always follow us around? Nobody wants to hang out with you!’
“Yeah, just go away!”
Kiyoshi’s tender heart ached, unclear on how and why kids could be so cruel to each other. But then he remembered Hanamiya and figured things could definitely be worse. His first impulse was, of course, to do what he could to help the meaner kids see the error of their ways, but he also knew he couldn’t force people to be friends.
Instead, he waited until they were all out of sight, then called to the boy who’d received such nasty remarks, asking him to help with prepping for the lab if he wasn’t busy.
They worked in silence until Kiyoshi said gently, “You know what they said isn’t true, right? They don’t know everything or everybody.”
The boy shrugged, eyes still on the floor.
Sighing, Kiyoshi considered how he could help, if at all.
“Have you thought about joining a club?”
He shook his head. “I’m not good at anything.”
“Now, I know that’s not true. Did you play any sports in junior high?”
“No, but I played shogi a lot, mostly at home with my dad though.”
“That’s perfect! I think you should join the club, see how well you fair.”
A week later, he spied the same boy smiling as he chatted with his group of fellow shogi players. When he saw his sensei he waved wildly, face beaming and Kiyoshi waved back.
Hanamiya
Hanamiya, as unlikely a candidate to become a teacher as anyone had ever seen, watched the proceedings from a dark corner of the hall. It was the same old story, the strong preying upon the weak and despite all the years gone by, he still tended to side with the strong. But as the sniffling boy made way by him to clean up in the bathroom, he couldn’t stop from saying, “Anyone who can’t stand up for themselves is trash.” When he looked up, his sensei went on, “Do you want to always be known as trash?” He shook his head. “Then learn how to fight back. Better yet, beat them to the punch.”
Mibuchi
“You’re so ugly a dog wouldn’t kiss you!”
“Did your mom do your hair with a hand mixer?”
Cruel laughter rang out in the hall mixed with the whimpers of the poor girl being berated by the “popular” girls. She tried to move away but they continually blocked her path, hurling insults like poisoned flowers.
Their beratement halted abruptly as a deep voice behind them said, “Do you know what’s ugly? Bullying. Bullying is one of the most despicable things in existence.”
They turned, eyes wide at the sight of Mibuchi-sensei leaning against the wall, filing his fingernails. When he looked up, his eyes were hard. “Ugly words come back tenfold on those who expel them, so I suggest if you want to keep your pretty faces pretty, you stop using your lips for such an ugly purpose.”
Hayama
“You can’t do anything right! Why do you even play this sport?”
“Do us all a favor and quit!”
Hayama clenched his jaw, working to keep his temper in check. If there was one thing that frustrated him more than anything else with being a teacher, it was trying to mold the kids into better people than the ones he and his generation had been. He knew it was impossible to reach all of them but things like that made him feel like the failure.
And that made him angry.
“Nobody’s perfect their first week, not even you two!” he snapped, flinging the basketball in his hands towards one of the offenders. The boy flubbed it, sending the ball bouncing away.
“See? Now stop nitpicking each other to death and do some actual practicing!”
They scampered off, muttering to themselves about sensei being too uptight. Hayama smiled; he could take the gossip and the taunts, the attitudes and the death glares. After all, he had the power to give them many, many more laps in they kept acting out.
Nebuya
“That’s mine! My mom made it for me, give it back!”
Nebuya halted in his steps, turning in the direction of the ruckus emanating from the classroom. Popping his large head in, he spied two boys playing keep away from a girl, tossing her bento box back and forth above her head and laughing.
Considering his options, he settled upon a plan.
Walking through the door with a seemingly jovial laugh he said loudly, “Awwww, if you boys were hungry for attention all you had to do was ask! I have plenty of things you can do to expel some of that energy!”
He grabbed the bento, handing it to the sniffling girl and patting her head gently with his massive hand before throwing his arms around the two perpetrators and tugging them into the hall.
“I think we’ll start with you cleaning all the chalkboards on this floor!”
Nijimura
“Give me your homework or else.”
“But…you copied me last week and if we keep doing this we’re gonna get caught!”
A rough grab of the girl’s sweater made her gasp. “Only if you keep wasting time, now shut up and give me the damn papers!”
Nijimura stepped forward, releasing the boy’s hold on her and stared down at him. “Those who can’t do for themselves or face the consequences of their own inaction are destined for failure.” He leaned down, eyes hard. “I suggest you alter your behavior…or else.”
I’ve not done this soulmate AU before and my comedy writing skills leave something to be desired in my opinion so I really hope you like these! – Admin Jade
Kise
Kise pumped his legs faster, praying he would make it in time. If he was late for practice one more day, Kasamatsu-senpai would kill him; or worse, he’d bench him. The station came into view, train at a standstill but the announcer’s voice indicated he’d run out of time. Only focused on his end goal, Kise burst forward in a mad dash, reaching the door just as it was closing. He jumped, wedging himself between the sliding panels, but couldn’t quite get a foothold to push all the way in. The wall of the tunnel was getting closer and just as he figured he’d lose more than his position on the court for one game, he was tugged roughly into the car, landing in a sprawled mess upon the floor his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“You know, you’re just adding to the belief that blondes are dumb,” a voice said from above him.
As Kise opened his eyes, he felt a tingling sensation on his arm.
“No! Of all times and all things to have been said, why now? Why that?” Timidly, he looked at his wrist, groaning as the very words just spoken to him etched their way upon his skin. He turned his attention back to the car, only to realize he had no idea who’d spoken to him. Much as he hated the words, he wanted his soulmate but how could he find them? He couldn’t just blurt out, “Who saved me?” He didn’t think the phenomena worked like that. Worrying his bottom lip, he stood indecisive, eyes flicking all about the car looking for any connection, but everyone kept their attention fixed on their phone screens, out the window or on books and newspapers.
Sighing, he thumped his head against the wall.
When he arrived at his stop, he filed out with the rest of the passengers, discouraged he’d probably never find his soulmate again when the person ahead of him dropped their book, unware of its absence. Rushing forward, Kise picked it up before it was trampled, calling out, “Excuse me, you dropped this!”
You turned, opening your mouth to thank him but froze, jaw unhinged as you felt a light burning on the arm extended towards the blonde you’d managed to save from losing his leg. He planted the book in your hand, confusion on his face at your expression until he noticed your arm.
Eyes brightening to an alarming degree, he exclaimed, “Soulmate-cchi! I found you after all!”
Kasamatsu
“What’s the point of going on a date if they’re not my soulmate, huh? It’s just a waste of time!” Kasamatsu snapped.
But Kise was being even more obstinate than usual. “You’ll never meet them if you don’t get out there and try! I have mine, Kasamatsu-senpai, and they’re wonderful!”
There was no lie in that, you had been a rather amazing addition to the ace’s life. Kasamatsu appreciated your no nonsense attitude and that you kept the golden boy in line better than even he could. “I’m still surprised you didn’t end up more hurt, maybe Midorima is right about all the mystical crap.”
“No changing the subject, senpai! Just go! If anything it will give you practice for when you do finally meet your destined one.”
Destined one? Was that really how it worked?
And so Kasamatsu found himself agreeing, more so just to get Kise to shut up about it than anything else. He considered not going. He didn’t want to be there anyway and what did he care that someone Kise knew was offended? But his sense of propriety won out in the end and he found himself making way to a park to meet this mystery person.
It was going to be a disaster, he just knew it.
Approaching the fountain agreed to as the simplest meeting spot, Kasamatsu spotted you, your own eyes searching for him. When you locked gazes he felt his throat tighten up; you were gorgeous.
He didn’t know how he kept walking but eventually he was standing just in front of you, however your expression was not one of recognition. Had Kise not told you what he looked like? Not provided enough details? The blonde could be a bit scattered brained from time to time, but surely even he would realize-
“Is there something you wanted, or are you just going to stand there gaping like a fish?”
Startled out of his thoughts, Kasamatsu barely recognized the fact you were speaking to him when he felt pressure on his inner wrist up to his elbow. Looking down, he almost fainted; you were his soulmate?
Flustered even more, he blurted out, “You’re my soulmate!”
Your eyes widened as his words appeared slowly on your arm. Looking to it and then his, you couldn’t stop a chuckle, then a full blown laugh from escaping your lips. The male before you scowled, unclear at the reason of your amusement but when you took his hand, his heart nearly stopped.
“I’m sorry for the…less than desirable ink you have there. How about I make it up to you by paying for dinner while we get to know each other?”
Imayoshi
Imayoshi was tired, it had been a long day of wrangling Aomine to practice, talking Sakurai down from whatever ledge he’d placed himself on this time and trying to keep Wakamatsu from killing both of them. He sat upon the gym floor, relishing in the momentary quiet as the team took care of washing up and changing back into their street clothes. He’d found it advantageous to wait until they’d all gone before taking his own shower, where he could be alone with his thoughts and planning their training and drills.
Boisterous chatter, mostly arguments from Too’s most temperamental members, signified his opportunity to retreat.
Later, he made his way to the bus stop, muscles protesting each step.
Taking a seat on the newly arrived bus, he sighed out to no one, “I swear on my soul, if those guys don’t get their act together I’ll kill them.”
From across the aisle he heard, “Do you even have a soul?”
Head whipping to the side, his eyes landed on your face, the mischievous smirk he found there intriguing. You looked a little familiar, clearly a fellow student at Too, unless you were just in the habit of blurting out insults to random strangers. Just as he was about to reply, he felt a tapping on his arm and looked down, watching as the very words just spoken to him bled into existence on his skin.
Lips curling into a devious smirk, his narrowed eyes looked once more at your face, now a bit paler and with no sign of your previous cheekiness to be found. Leaning forward, he whispered, “Property of Imayoshi Soichi.”
You gasped, frantically rubbing your arm as if that would magically erase your soulmate’s words. Suddenly he was beside you, eyes opening just enough to reveal his irises which burned with wicked amusement. “Now, I think, would be a good time to get to know one another, don’t you?”
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Kise
Exhaling a cloud of steam, Kise rubbed his hands rapidly in efforts to warm them despite the gloves. He looked about, taking in the city park which had been transformed into a winter wonderland with unmarred snow covering every inch of it, the only disturbance his own footsteps that led him to this particular spot.
“Kise-kun!”
Smiling, he turned, eyes shining as you made your way towards him, two presumably hot drinks in your hands. You extended one to him with a sweet smile. “Light on sugar and cream, just how you like it.”
Kise took it, the frost melting from his fingers and sighed as he lifted the cup, closed his eyes and inhaled the lovely caffeinated scent. He’d not thought he would like coffee but you’d convinced him to try it and now it was one of his favorite treats. The steam warmed his face but being with you warmed his heart.
Opening his eyes, he moved to your side, wrapped his arm about your shoulders and pecked the top of your head. “This was a great idea, _____-cchi, it’s so peaceful in the morning!”
You snuggled into his side, shivering a bit. “Yes, but I hadn’t realized just how cold it was going to be!”
Kise chuckled, rubbing your arm. “That just means we have to stay close, right?”
A playful pinch of his side had him yelping as you teased, “Like you need any excuse.”
“So mean,” he pouted, but didn’t move away.
After a few moments of standing enjoying your drinks, the hot liquid warming from the inside out, Kise tugged you forward. As you walked arm in arm, the gentle crunch of snow beneath your feet, the sun began to crest the horizon, sending tendrils of light cascading off the fresh white powder. Looking up, you gasped and pointed.
Kise followed your line of sight, inhaling his own sharp breath when he saw hundreds of icicles hanging in the trees with the sun’s rays creating bursts of color in their refraction. He looked back down to you, watching your eyes sparkle with excitement and drew closer to your face. “I think we have a new yearly tradition,” he said, planting a kiss to your cheek. He drew back, enjoying the pink tinging your face before leaning back down to kiss your lips.
Kuroko
The sound of holiday tunes and children’s laughter grew louder the closer you and your boyfriend drew to the ice rink. As it came into view, Kuroko stopped abruptly, squeezing your hand. “Kuroko-kun, what’s wrong?”
He swallowed, keeping his eyes fixed on the frozen water encased by support walls, images of coach’s latest training brain scheme flashing through his mind, his backside pulsing at the painful memory. “Eh, just…not a fan of ice,” he said lamely, ashamed he was so afraid to go back out there.
But you squeezed his hand back and smiled. “It’ll be fine, you can hang onto me if you want,” you offered sweetly, tugging him forward gently.
Still resistant, Kuroko nonetheless followed your lead as you made way to the rental booth, but he drew the line at letting you pay for him.
Together you found an empty bench and switch out shoes for skates, fingertips feeling the bite of the cold winter air. After putting your gloves back on, you offered a hand once more to Kuroko. “Come on, we’ll stay on the edge until you feel more comfortable.”
“Won’t we be in the way?” he asked nervously.
“No, experienced skaters go into the center more, we’ll be fine there.” And taking his hand you pulled him up and into the rink, giving instruction as you went.
Soon enough, though still quite wobbly, Kuroko was managing to skate with his hand just hovering above the wall. “I’m fine for now, _____-chan, why don’t you go out and do some real skating? I don’t want this to be boring for you,” he said.
Frowning, you stopped in front of him, hands on his shoulders. “As long as I’m with you, I’m happy, I don’t need to be speeding around if it means leaving you by yourself.”
Kuroko couldn’t stop the flush to his cheeks at your earnest words, still unused to someone paying so much attention to him for anything besides basketball. Smiling softly, he replied, “And I won’t be happy until you’ve gotten some proper skating in. Go on, I’ll have more fun watching you, I’m sure.”
You sighed but nodded, leaning forward to peck his cheek.
Then you were off in a burst of speed that had him catching his breath. How could anyone move that quickly and gracefully on ice? Sure, you were using skates and not shoes, but with the ease of which you moved about Kuroko had no doubt you would have ran literal circles around the team if you’d been with them that day. His smile widened as he leaned his elbows against the wall but a second later his feet slid out from under him and he found himself smacking his butt to the ice hard. Groaning, he tilted his head back, thumping it against the wall as you hurried towards him asking loudly if he was ok.
When you reached his side and knelt to help him up, he asked, “Now can we go get hot chocolate?”
Laughing, you nodded, hefting him to his feet and made your way off the ice.
I took some creative license. Hope you don’t mind! -Neon
Kagami: When Kagami had first walked into your shared home, finding it completely ransacked and torn apart, he knew that foul play was the cause. He wanted so desperately to believe that you hadn’t picked up and ran away from him; something bad had happened and he was going to find out what. He had enlisted the help of anyone willing; police, private investigators, his own friends. If there was any chance they could find you, he’d gone to them and begged.
Months passed and people began to really wonder if you had been kidnapped. With no sign of you at all, the rumor that you had left him without saying anything had begun to spread. The fact that he could still see color, so vibrant and in full spectrum, had people believing this was true; if it had been kidnap, you would be gone by now.
Kagami, ever stubborn and trusting in you, refused this as a possibility.
“Why would ____ just get up and leave,” he often argued. “We were happy together. ____ wouldn’t give that up!”
Slowly, one by one, the people he’d enlisted to help him stopped. With so much time between your initial disappearance and the present, any chances of finding you had come and gone. He would be a one man search party.
It didn’t stop Kagami from believing though as every night he went to bed, he prayed to whatever celestial being would listen that he’d get some answer about you. Every morning he woke up seeing those bright yellow curtains you’d placed on the window and he’d know you were still out there somewhere waiting for him to find you.
Then one day, as he sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from his bleary eyes, he looked across at the window to where the curtains looked to be almost white in color. Thinking they were getting sun bleached, he glanced over to the wardrobe where he knew the large mirror you used was placed. In his reflection he saw tired eyes, a beaten body, and so so much gray.
Feeling more numb than ever before, he lay back down in bed as tears spilled from his eyes. Kagami couldn’t tell if the loss of color in his life was more of a sorrow or a relief.
Aomine: “On the card, can you type ‘I’m sorry’ in that fancy, curly font?”
The old man behind the counter gave Aomine a knowing smile. How many young men had walked into his florist shop requesting a beautiful bouquet along with an apology note? Giving the younger male a nod, he walked off to the ancient computer sitting on his counter top to have the card printed out.
Aomine bounced in place from one foot to the other, his arms cradling the bouquet like it was a child. He didn’t have the sense to stop jostling it around so roughly and, with each movement, one brightly colored petal after another had started falling to the floor. Not that anyone could tell; he’d gone and bought the biggest bundle of flowers he could find.
He’d made a mistake, one that he deeply regretted, and though it had taken him a few days of cooling off Aomine was finally admitting his error. He’d been calling you nonstop since the moment he woke up, hoping you’d stop ignoring his calls and pick up the phone. Even now, as he stood at the register and waited for the old man, his hand was busy pulling up your number over and over again.
“Come on, pick up,” he encouraged, only to hear the dial tone once more. Trying one last time before the florist came back, Aomine dialed your number and placed the phone against his ear. There was a click. “____?”
He could hear your car radio, but it was faint in comparison to the old man’s voice coming back across the counter. “I’ve finished your card. It that all for today?”
As Aomine turned to answer the man, the phone jostled from his ear and fell to the floor. He clicked his tongue, knowing you’d be mad at having a loud noise such as that against your ear. One more thing to apologize for. Then he noticed something.
“Hey, when did you change shirts?” Aomine could have sworn the old man had been wearing blue earlier, but now his shirt was a deep, inky black.
The frown he received in response was worrying and, before the old man could even answer, Aomine held the bouquet of flowers at arm’s length to get a good look at them. He could only see gray.
Through the speaker on his phone, the faint sound of sirens and the crackling of a car fire echoed.
Imayoshi: He knew your time had been coming close to an end when his vision began to flicker, notes of color sometimes seeming too dull or too gray to be what they should. It had been happening more often lately, his vision going blurry for a split second before the world suddenly seemed monochrome. Each time made him panic, each time making him rub at the corners of his eyes until the color came back.
Of course, each time this happened, Imayoshi was sitting by your side in the hospital. He’d began to notice that the loss of color always coincided with your loss in strength, so he always made sure to be holding your hand.
“Dear, could you get me some tea?”
There was a frown on his face at your question. He knew exactly what you were talking about; that bright green can from the vending machine just down the hallway. It was your favorite and it would be cruel of him to deny you that, but the thought of leaving you for even a moment was becoming too painful for him.
Noticing his hesitance, you placed a rather shaky hand against his cheek. “I’ll still be here when you come back. It’ll only be a moment.”
The words themselves weren’t reassuring, but the fact that you had the strength to reach his face was. With a bit of a grim smile, Imayoshi nodded before letting your fingers slip out of his own. If he had a choice, he’d be there and back in less than a flash.
The hallway seemed longer than normal, but Imayoshi knew it was all just his imagination; the mind could play cruel tricks on people who worried. At the vending machine, he fished around in his pockets for change before finding the exact amount. The familiar whir and clunk of the machine was almost a comfort to him as he watched the single green can of tea fall to the opening below.
“Make way!”
Staff bustled behind him and, on any other day, his heart would have skipped a beat. But there was a gut feeling that they wouldn’t be running toward where his mind wanted him to believe. After all, he could always reassure himself as he picked up the can of tea.
I have this as the beginning of them becoming a s/o, hope you enjoy! – Admin Jade
There he was again, Akashi Seijuro, or as they commonly referred to him in their own mind: the beautiful man with red eyes. They’d never seen eyes of that color on anyone else. It reminded them of chrysanthemums, hints of gold showing in certain lighting. As he moved through the shop, ease in his step, they watched from behind a bunch of daisies, unable to tear their gaze from his form. He was wearing a grey suit, it’s lines sharp enough to cut paper they were sure, with a black tie fixed perfectly by a gorgeous ruby tie pin.
“Good afternoon, ______” his deep smooth voice offered, light smile on his lips.
They started, worried he’d caught them staring, but if he had he made no mention of it.
“Go…good afternoon, Akashi-san,” they managed, heart rate speeding up as those crimson irises settled on their face.
“I was hoping you could help me,” he continued, never breaking eye contact.
They swallowed, hoping the little moisture left in their throat would be enough to help them form words adequately. “Yes?” Good, no stuttering and their voice didn’t crack.
“You see…today is a very important day. Today is the day I’m going to tell someone how I feel about them and I’m sure you can provide excellent assistance.”
They were sure the color was draining from their face if the settling cold was anything to go by; but should they really be surprised? Akashi-san could have anyone he wanted. He was rich, powerful, gorgeous; but that wasn’t all they liked about him.
The first time he’d been to their shop, he’d asked for flowers for his mother’s grave. The way he looked, the depth of love still there, was tragically beautiful.
The second had been to order flower arrangements for an event as his company, purchasing vases as well. They’d heard later everyone loved the flowers and the fact they could take them home at the end of the evening.
On his fourth visit, he had a girl with him and they’d felt their heart sink only to rise with joy when he introduced them to her. “This is one of my greatest friends, Momoi Satsuki. She’s getting married in six months and I told her this was absolutely the place to come for flowers.”
The pink haired girl had clapped her hands enthusiastically, chirping, “Everything is so pretty! I just can’t decide! I wish Tetsu would have come with me!” From there, they’d taken over, asking for her color scheme, the size of her tables, how many bridesmaids. After talking for about an hour, Momoi had made her selections, only for Akashi-san to grab the contract and sign it himself. “Consider it a wedding gift,” he chuckled as Momoi protested him spending so much.
Yes, there was much to admire about the man before them.
They snapped back to attention when he cleared his throat, a slightly raise eyebrow all the indication he was curious as to their silence.
“Yes! Yes, of course I can help, Akashi-san. Um, what exactly were you looking for?”
He hummed, tapping his index finger against his chin. “I’d like for the bouquet to speak to them. For it to make clear all the reasons I appreciate and admire them,” he answered, looking back into their eyes.
“Right, ok….so….tell me about them! I’m sure I can find some flowers that will serve your purpose well!”
Akashi smiled, eyes soft as he considered their request and they were sure by the end of this ordeal they would need to lie down and take a couple of deep breaths. “First, they are exceedingly beautiful,” he supplied.
“Amaryllis,” they murmured, picking two from the display.
“They’re a very happy person.”
“Definitely gerbera,” and in went two more flowers. They paused then asked, “You said you wanted to convey admiration, right?” He hummed ascent. “Then you definitely need red carnations. What else?”
Akashi stared at them for a moment then answered, “They’re strong and creative and carry themselves with elegance.”
“Wow,” they breathed then refocused. “Some dahlias are perfect for that.” They considered the gathering of flowers in their grasp and said, “Ok, I think we have room for one more. Better make it a good one,” they teased, trying to lighten the load of despair in their chest.
“This one I think I can pick on my own,” he said softly, handing them two roses.
”Love! He loves this person!”
Returning behind the counter, they completed the arrangement, making sure every petal was flawless and every stem was perfectly even with the rest before securing them with green ribbon. Taking a deep breath, they walked out to where Akashi stood waiting, hands in his pockets. As the approached, they extended the bouquet, trying desperately to keep any tremor out of their voice as they said, “I hope they like these and I wish you the best of luck.”
Akashi took the bundle, but as he made way to gathering his wallet, they held up one hand. “On the house, today is a special day, after all.”
He stared at them, smiling again.
“Normally I’d protest. As an Akashi I am not accustomed to receiving charity, however, it is fitting all things considered.”
They cocked their head, confused by his words but their eyes widened to the size of saucers as he stepped closer, hands extending the bouquet back towards them. “I hope this makes perfectly clear how I feel about you.” He closed their shaking fingers around the stems, leaning forward to touch his lips to their cheek. “I’ll pick you up for dinner after you close, make sure to wear something nice, we’re going to celebrate.”
They don’t know how they didn’t manage to faint dead on the spot.
In case anyone is wondering what these flowers look like, I made this banner to share. They are in the order they were picked in the scene.
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