Gabby! How do you feel about a fem!reader succubus who’s learning how to properly sleep with men but she’s having a hard time with Kasamatsu? She’s nervous she’ll screw up because she has to successfully seduce a man to pass the exam..(Does that make sense??)

baesketballers:

Sorry for being so inactive, I’m actually working on a graphic novel! Currently writing the novel part to be translated into graphic later on, which is taking up a lot of my free time. I hope you don’t mind this piece :’)

Fem!Reader, Full-blown rough NSFW. FILTHY! This is basically hentai in 2892 words lol

He grunts, eyes closed, irritated, tired.

Kasamatsu Yukio is a simple final-year university student: broken, battered, sleep-deprived, not knowing what the future holds. All boxes ticked. But if he is so tired, why has he found it super difficult to have a good night’s sleep these days? There is a lot of stirring in the middle of the night, but not to the point of fully awakening… He wonders if he should take some sleeping pills or something.

That is, until he meets the root of all his problems.

You.

He thinks it must be a dream, to have a girl hovering above his body on the bed. Especially when said girl has a pair of horns growing out of her temples, a long, thin tail, wings, and a tight… flattering bodysuit. With skin tight thigh-high boots—heaven knows how the hell a person can slip that on. The bare skin of your neck and shoulders, as well as the gap between your bodysuit and the boots does things to his heartbeat tempo.

Kasamatsu blushes. He knows he’s stressed out, but he does not expect it to be so pent-up that it manages to manifest itself into a dirty dream.

“A-Ah shit, you’re awake,” he hears you whisper, slightly panicked despite your dominant position over him. “Please go back to sleep.”

Your words do the opposite—he gains full consciousness, and though his eyes protest as they struggle to see in the dim light provided by his nightlight, he knows now that what he sees is real. Too real.

“You’re a dream demon,” he concludes. He’s heard of the existence of your kind through other people’s experiences, how rare they may be. To find one on top of him in the middle of the night is not something he expects.

“Y-Yes,” you reply, feeling a little bit called out. Your target is awake, and the best thing to do in this situation is flee and hope that he will remember this as a dream, but somehow his handsome blue-grey eyes bind you in place.

“…and you’re here to rape me?”

You let out a yelp.

“N-Not at all! We’re taking some of your life energy by… having sex… with humans as if it were an erotic dream, but we’re built for pleasure.” You utter the last part quietly, as if embarrassed. He suspects you are new to this. “The consent rate of our sexual act is 100%, I believe.”

“They are willing because of your pheromones, probably,” he comments, secretly pleased to see your flustered face. He is not lying, though. There’s a familiar sensation between his legs, a tingle just enough to spark more to come. He feels his blood rushing south at the sensation of you—he can blame it on your aphrodisiac-exuding skin or the smell of your pheromones or that damn thigh-high boots, even, but that does not change the fact that he is aroused.

“I-If you can just relax…” you begin, slowly leaning down to lick the shell of his ear. Electricity runs down his spine, and it has been a while since he last felt this horny. A thought stops him, and he brings his hands to your shoulder, pushing you away but not completely off his body.

“No, I can’t let you take away my life energy! I have morning classes!”

“I’m sorry!” You half-yell back, looking absolutely embarrassed for being interrupted, “I can’t afford to fail the test, I don’t want to repeat another whole year of training!”

That stops him and his train of thoughts. He never considered the possibility of relating to a demon.

“You need to pass an exam?”

“Yes. In order to become a full-fledged succubus, we have to successfully seduce an assigned human target in our practical exam night. This is my exam night. And I can’t change targets—it’s part of the evaluation for us to be able to seduce any kind of human…”

He pauses, knowing exactly what you mean. If you fail the test, you need to retake the training for a year… sounds a lot like university, to be honest, and he understands the pressure. The way his gaze softens at your troubled expression encourages you to plead further.

“I’m sorry that I have to take away your life energy,” you whisper, “but it will only be one night! I promise I’ll never come bother you again.”

Something tugs his heart at the prospect of not seeing you after tonight—he blames it on your aphrodisiac scent. Sure, he secretly thinks you’re fucking cute, but it’s not something you want to tell your one-night-stand partner, right? He curses under his breath.

“Fine,” he says, messing his hair up with his fingers in defeat, “do what you want.”

The surprised glimmer in your eyes makes his heart skip a beat. “Thank you!” You say, before your energy drops down. You slowly place your hands on his chest, and he admires the beautiful long fingernails playing with his pajama buttons.

“Then… I’m starting, okay? Please make yourself comfortable.”

You resume your ministrations on his left ear, and Kasamatsu hisses at the warmth of your tongue. There is still a hint of hesitance in your movements, but when he places his hands on the side of your thighs, snaking them up and down to feel the soft of your skin, you become more confident. Teasingly, you breathe against his earlobe, the cool air making his skin tingle after the sensation of your hot mouth.

“Relax, Yukio-kun,” you murmur, moving down to his neck. He wonders how you know his name—did whatever Succubus Academy provide you a file on him? With his name on it, the length of his dick, his secret porn searches? Kasamatsu finds himself pushing that thought away at the sensation of your teeth scraping lightly against his throat.

“I’m __________,” you offer, “you might want to keep that in mind.”

“__________,” he echoes, getting increasingly drunk on your sweet smell.

“Can we kiss?”

He nods, and you press your lips against his. Kasamatsu moans loudly, the sound muffled by your lips, soft and juicy and trained, judging by the way you nip at his bottom lip for permission. You definitely have no reason to be nervous about failing the exam.

Your tongue dances with his, leaving him slick with split, short for breath, and wanting more. You are lightly grinding your core against his hard-on, making him thrust up to meet your movements.

The buttons of his pajamas are swiftly undone, and your palms meet his toned chest. You feel your mouth water at the sight and touch of his torso, a natural biological reaction towards contact with a fine human specimen. Kasamatsu’s hand are slowly snaking up to your chest.

“You can touch me anywhere you want, Yukio-kun,” he nearly cums at the sound of your voice, somehow more velvety and lulling—he knows about succubi being built for sex, but not to this extent—but he somehow wills himself to hold on. A one-night-stand with a demon. Surely there’s going to be a lot of things about you that he can explore?

The two of you share a simultaneous moan, him because you have his nipple in your mouth, you because his hands just jerked the top of your bodysuit down, revealing your breasts. He gropes them unabashedly, relishing in the firm feeling of your tits being squeezed by his strong palms.

You journey south after playing with his nipples, now hard and pink. You impatiently take off his boxers by the hem, pleased to see that he’s hot and hard and leaking at the tip—as indicated by the wet spot on his underwear.

“Ahh, fuck!” He grunts when you take his tip in your mouth. Maybe it is the delirium induced by your scent, slowly infiltrating his lungs and breaking him from the inside, but your mouth feels heavenly, or in this case, devilish. You don’t waste any time teasing, partly because of his insistent hands in your hair, so you take all of him in your mouth, looking up at the man to gauge his reaction.

“Feels good,” Kasamatsu whispers, making eye contact with you. God, you look so sexy like that, how is he supposed to last? “Really good,” he emphasizes, grabbing a fistful of your hair and leading your movements up and down his cock. You don’t seem to mind his roughness—it is evidence that he’s telling the truth—and let out a muffled chuckle around his dick, the vibrations racking otherworldly sensations down his spine.

When your hand moves to play with his balls, he loses it. With a loud groan of your name, he throws his head back, gripping yours, basically face-fucking you to the point where his hot, white cum shoots inside your mouth into your throat. You welcome the spurts of semen as if it’s fine wine, his ejaculation rejuvenating you even more. You feel reborn, new, your eyes gleaming in the dark. You’ve passed the test.

But when you hover above him again, hair falling like curtain at the sides of your face, you see him looking back at you with the same unkindled fire. The crux of your thighs are sopping wet, even from the above of the bodysuit, and it calls you to do more. More. Put him inside of you, take everything he can offer.

“Thank you,” you cup his cheek, and he sighs. “You have morning class tomorrow, I don’t want to drain too much of your—nggg, ah~”

Kasamatsu pulls the apex of your bodysuit to the side, revealing your dripping cunt, and thrusts two fingers in, his thumb circling your clit. You moan, arching your back above him, but then he uses his other hand to flip you. With your back against the mattress, he kicks your knees further apart and leans down, adding his tongue into play.

You let out a high-pitched mewl, surprised at how dirty you sound. Kasamatsu finds motivation in your reactions and nips at your lower lips so fervently, eating you out like a man depraved. The urgency of his movements rival those of the rumored incubi, you think, running your fingers through his soft hair. Your pelvis rise and fall to the fast beat of his ministrations, only heard through the squelching of your juices meeting his tongue. You cum loudly when he decides to move up to your clit—he never stops his assault on the sensitive bud even after your own orgasm. His fingers collect them, and after he’s done licking you clean down there, he inserts all three fingers into his mouth, devouring your sweet essence like you did with his.

“An eye for an eye,” he murmurs, a dangerous expression on his face. And your file tells you that he’s supposed to be shy around women! “You’re overflowing,

__________.”

You’re eyes are still hazy and half-lidded when you reply, chest heaving, lips turning into a weak smirk. “And whose fault is that?”

Kasamatsu picks you up and you switch places, him sitting up against the pillows and you on his lap. He’s hard and ready, as if he didn’t cum a few minutes earlier. This man with be the death of you and of himself, you think—too much of his life energy and he’s going to be knocked out, literally. But your eyes see the opposite. He still have at least three orgasms in him. Kasamatsu Yukio is special. The fact alone makes you hungry, so much more than before.

“I’m going to fuck you,” you say, panting in heat, “is that okay?”

“Yeah,” he replies, watching as your eyes gleam a reddish pink. He didn’t think it possible to be more turned on than he is right now, but here he is.

“You’re going to miss your morning class,” you tell him. It’s that voice again, doing things to his body.

“Fuck morning class.”

In a split second, your bodysuit is gone, leaving you stark naked, except for the thigh-high boots, and ready for him. You sink yourself onto him gently, relishing in the sound of your moans mingling with his. He’s big, filling you up to the brim with his length, and you’re like a tight glove around his dick, hot and wet.

“Is this okay? Do you want it to be tighter?” You ask. He doesn’t respond, but then he lets out a yelp followed by a long “oh, yes” when you clench around him. Except you don’t unclench. One of the perks of having sex with a succubus, he thinks, is the otherworldly anatomical abilities you have.

You begin riding him, and Kasamatsu finds it difficult to decide if he wants to watch your bouncing boobs more or the place where the two of you are connected. He grunts with every thrust of his hip, determined to screw you senseless even with him bottoming. Then, he notices the tail swishing behind you.

Something inside him tells him to grab it, and he does, firm but not enough to hurt. He takes the spade-shaped tip into his mouth, thankful for the accommodating length, and sucks.

“Hyah! Oh, oh, n-not there, please, please!” you yelp, but contrary to your words, you only look more aroused, and if the brighter gleam of your irises means anything, it means that he’s doing the right thing. It doesn’t take the two of you long to reach another orgasm, thanks to your succubi features and him exploiting your weak point.

“Inside,” you pant, “cum inside me.” And he does. The rush of your love juices against his spurt of semen sends shivers and goosebumps down his spine, and he makes sure to give all of him to you, gripping your waist so tightly with his dick buried in you. The two of you watch with hazy eyes as some of the liquid leaks down your thigh, onto his leg and the bedsheets.

When Kasamatsu lifts you up and sits you on his stomach, it’s like a broken dam —your mixed cum forms a hot pool on his equally feverish skin, and he finds himself impossibly turned on. Perhaps there is more aphrodisiac in a dream demon’s love juice, he wonders as he scoops some of with his fingers and brings them to his mouth. Your lips fall open at the sight, and he takes it as an invitation. He does it again and let you suck on his fingers clean.

“You’re amazing,” he says. You feel his hardness against your ass and you let out a shaky breath.

“So are you,” you reply, offering him a shy, slightly coy smile. He hasn’t fucked you out of your shyness yet, it seems. It fuels his drive.

“Do you want to get an A? For your exam, I mean,” he asks.

“Yes, of course. Why?”

“Let’s do it again,” he says, and his normal self might be staring at him in disbelief if he ever say that so boldly, but his blood is pumping wildfire across his body, and there is only one way to alleviate it. “That way I’m sure you’re gonna pass with flying colors.”

“That’s very nice of you to offer, mmh,” you lean down to kiss him, tasting each other. Kasamatsu is the first to pull away, dragging you gently by the ankle to situate you at the edge of his bed, kneeling. You let out a weak, scandalous chuckle as he stands behind you, groping your arched butt. This position allows him to further explore you, particularly your wings…

“Your file failed to mention that you’re such a dirty boy.”

“No fun without surprises.”

And with that he thrusts into you again.

He ditched his morning class, but Kasamatsu remembers that there is a group work meeting in the late afternoon, which thankfully gives him enough time to get out of bed. You weren’t kidding when you said ‘taking his life energy’, he feels way more exhausted than he’s used to. His legs felt like jelly when he woke up earlier, and there’s a throbbing sensation in his nether regions that helps him remember the night before. Of course, you were already gone in the morning, but that does not stop him from recalling the… exciting things you did together.

Secretly, he hopes that you think it was as good of a night as he thinks it was.

Thinking about sex

is not the best thing to do

while walking down the crowded university hallway. His train of dirty recollections stop in its track when somebody bumps against his shoulders. He sees the person fumble next to him, but manage to regain their ground.

“Sorry!” A familiar voice says.

He looks back, only to see your face.

Your eyes aren’t pink, but a normal color, yet it still manages to drown him in. Your hair is style slightly differently, and the casual clothes you wear looks like it could hide a tight bodysuit underneath them. It is you, minus the horns and wings and tail.

“Are you okay?” Kasamatsu asks automatically. His mind is still processing.

“Yes,” you answer, offering him a small smile, “I had a… rough workout yesterday. Sorry.” There’s a knowing gleam in your eyes, but Kasamatsu registers it only after you leave, a good amount of distance down the hallway. It really is you.

You smile when you hear rushed footsteps behind you.

Funny and sexy! I LOVE confident Kasamatsu. Great job!!

Sawamura Daichi – Lost Cause (Psycho-Pass AU)

Sentence prompt requests:

Daichi please with “Well. Say something. Yell. Anything .”

Please, some Daichi with the prompt “Not again. I’m not losing you again.” Thank you very much! Keep up the good work and good luck with March Madness!

I felt like these would go well together so I hope you guys don’t mind a combo! Also, this is in a Psycho Pass AU because that’s what popped in my head. If you’re unfamiliar that anime, I highly recommend it. Enjoy!

Looking at the clock, Daichi drew a deep breath. They’d be here any minute. Suddenly his tie felt too tight but he willed himself to let it be. It wouldn’t do to show nerves; not that he ever really should but especially here. Still, he was unable to keep himself from pacing slowly back and forth, the click of his patent leather shoes echoing in the almost empty room. Its door opened, drawing his attention to the bleed of bright hall light momentarily stinging his eyes before it slammed to again shutting him in with who he’d been waiting for.

After a moment he said, rather lamely, “So you made it ok,” blinking to dispel the white spots floating in his vision.

Silence returned as she leaned against the wall in shadow; he couldn’t even tell if she was looking at him. Not that he could blame her if she wasn’t.

“I wanted to pick you up myself but, well,” he shrugged, “duties didn’t permit.”

More silence. His tie felt too tight again but he ignored it in favor of taking a seat at the small table between them, gesturing towards the opposite chair in invitation to join him.

She ignored it.

Ignored him.

The room felt heavy, the weight of a thousand words, a million, that he wanted to say but couldn’t. Not here anyway, though he doubted she would hear them even if he tried. Still, knowing they wouldn’t get anywhere like this Daichi said, “Well, say something. Yell. Anything.”

An intake of breath and then, “Sorry, I left my copy of ‘How to Talk to Backstabbing Bastards for Dummies’ in my cell.” She stepped forward, eyes shining hard with hate despite the low light.

Daichi took a quiet deep breath through his nose and though it was difficult staring at the wish of death in her eyes managed to produce what he hoped was a disarming smile. “Seems like you’re doing just fine without it.”

The mirthless smirk fell from her lips. “Don’t be coy, Sawamura.” She spat his name out like a bad taste in her mouth.

His own lips fell back, setting in a grim line. “It doesn’t have to be like this you know. Now that you’re here, we’ll be working together-“

“If you think for one second I’m raising even a pinkyfinger for this fucking tyranny-“

“It’s reality!” he snapped, slamming his fists on the table as he stood to meet her glare head on. “This is the best of a fucked up situation and you know it. Shit, when are you gonna realize I did what I did to save your life?”

“Save my life? You ruined it! You and your rose colored glasses, more like blinders!”

“And if I hadn’t made a move you would have ended up dead!”

“Better that than betrayed by the one person I loved in this god forsaken world!”

Daichi took a deep breath, collapsing in his seat. “You don’t mean that,” he said softly.

“Stop assuming you know anything about me at all!” She turned on her heel, banging against the door and shouting, “We’re done here! Take me back!”

Daichi surged forward, yanking her aside and pushing her against the wall. Her eyes never wavered, boring up into his own. “You have no idea what I had to pull to get you out. Not just out but here with me, with my team!”

A sneer over took her face, harsh and ugly. “Fuck you and your team! I’m not going to be a bitch of the P.S.B.-“

“Not again!” His outburst shocked her to silence. He tightened his hold, but lowered his voice as he said, “I’m not losing you again.”

She pushed against his chest, crying out, “You didn’t lose me, you gave me up!”

Despite their strength differences, Daichi stepped back, but it was too late, the damage was done. Her scent lingered in his nose, light and airy, almost like citrus. It’d been so long since he’d even seen her let alone touched or smelled her and now…now his lips burned to taste her too.

She’d probably snap his neck if he tried.

Sighing he took another step back. “Just, take a look. See what your options are,” he said, eyes imploring. “What have you got left to lose?”

“Oh nothing much, I guess. My principles, my morals, my pride.”

“Please,” he said, at a loss at what else to say.

December 2nd: Hot Chocolate

supern-a-vengers:

For the fantabulous @vball-baes-bball-babes ! I am so happy to present you with your very own Christmas gift! When I first got into reading fanfics for my Haikyuu boys you were one of the first blogs I started following, and man did you send me down the dark whole of obsession. Because now I can’t stop writing about my vballers. But, because of your wonderfulness and the joy reading your works brings me, I hope I can bring even a fraction of that to you.

Character: Kasamatsu Yukio

This is my first time writing for anyone from KNB so I hope it isn’t too bad.

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“It’s cold!”

You rolled your eyes at the blond walking next to you. “It’s not that bad, Kise.”

Laughing as he gaped at your dismissal, you continued on your path. Determined to follow the man that had caught your eye.

“I’m practically a snowman. Can’t we be done?” He whined, tugging on your arm in the opposite direction.

You turned to him, frowning. “You said you could get him to talk to me. That hasn’t happened. So no. We can’t be done until I at least introduce myself.” Throwing your hands into the air you expressed your exasperation with the copy-cat. “How can I ever expect him to fall for me if we’ve never even met? That’s stupid thinking.”

He shook his head. Laughing as he did so, “You can try all you want but it’s not gunna work.”

Pouting at your tall friend, you silently asked for his reasoning.

Kise just repeated his actions and pulled out his phone.

Had you still been watching him, you would have seen Kasamatsu Yukio pull his portal device out shortly after. Seeing it was the basketball prodigy he answered.

“What is it Kise? You better not be giving Hayakawa a hard time!”

Suddenly Kise was laughing into his phone. You were annoyed that your friend was now ignoring you and kept trying to get his attention. Attempting to get him to answer you.

He waves you off and turns away to talk into the phone. “Of course not! It’s fine! It’s fine. Hahaha Anyway, are you free to meet? I’m near your apartment complex and its cold and I want something warm to drink.”

“Yea, well as long as you aren’t skipping practice I guess that’s fine.” Kasamatsu replied.

You were practically glaring at the tall blonde by the time he turned back to face you.

He looked you in the eyes as a sneaky smile grew on his face. “Perfect, meet at the corner cafe?”

The person he was talking to must have agreed, because he gave his farewells and stuck the phone back into his pocket.

“So now you are going to ditch me?” You growled at him, eyes ablaze with the feeling of betrayal. “It’s not even that cold, Kise.” You threw your hands out and away from you.

He stuck his tongue out at you but sauntered away before you could retaliate. Calling over his shoulder, “Come on. If you really want to continue your crusade after I get my drink I’ll still join you.”

Figuring this was his attempt at a compromise, you yielded. What ten minutes drinking a hot beverage and dealing with some random Kise-fan to the possibility of following your crush.

“Fine.” You rushed the distance between you, despite knowing Kise would stop and wait.

Entering the warmth of the quiant cafe, you let your nozzle waft in all the scents. “Mhmm, this was a good idea, Kise.” He smiled and just ushered you to the line in response. “Well, now look who’s in a hurry.”

Had you been paying more attention, you might have seen the spiky black haired male that had just walked in behind you.

“Welcome. What can I get started for you today?” The cashier sent a practiced customer service smile your way. Having had friends in the industry you knew that forced expression anywhere.

You stuck a couple extra dollars into the tip jar as you placed your order. Two large hot chocolates. It was the least you could do for your friend after practically dragging him all over town, not that you’d let him out of holding up his offer to continue afterwards or anything silly like that.

The cashier sent you a grateful smile after handing you your change, a silent thanks for the tip.

You stepped off to the side to wait for your drinks, not noticing or caring that Kise wasn’t right next to you anymore.

“I have two large hot chocolates!” The person placing the styrofoam cups called.

You stepped up and grabbed the drinks, “Thank you.”

The worker nodded to you and called, “I have a caramel hot chocolate!”

Trying to quickly get out of the way, you forgot to pay attention to your surroundings. BUmping into someone and spilling one drink all over yourself.

The other had the fortunate pleasure of coating the poor individual you seemingly attacked.

“Oh my gosh! I am so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention.” You reached for some napkins from behind you and started dabbing the male’s chest. Thankful that it had not been woman’s because you really did not want to get accused of groping in public. “Crap this isn’t coming out at all. I’m so sorry. Please, how can I-” You cut yourself off as your eyes traveled up the form. (e/c) orbs looking with steel blue. “-I-I repay you…”

Kasamatsu’s face was completely red. He had turned mute as soon as the accident occurred, unsure of how he should respond in this situation. Too scared to run away because it might cause you to think you did worse then what happened, but too afraid to say anything because ‘Crap it’s a girl!’

“You’re blocking the pick-up area. Go figure things out somewhere else.” Another customer said to your pair, side swiping around you to grab their own drink. Yelling back to the workers, “And, someone come clean this mess up. Why the hell I’m paying this much for this shit coffee and you can’t even keep your store clean, I’ll never know.”

Huffing out, you quickly made your resolve, “I’m sorry Kasamatsu-senpai.” You turned a scowl on the rude customer. “How dare you yell at these people as if they were your own personal slaves. This is the 21st freaking century you jerk. Obviously this spill just happened, otherwise you would not have felt the need to comment to us about it. Additionally, it was my fault so I will be cleaning it up. Unlike you, some of us actually have respect for ourselves and take responsibility for our actions. These friendly workers made your drink and I’m sure they didn’t mess it up, they do not choose what prices of items are, AND you freaking chose to come here. So get off whatever freaking high-horse you think you are on and apologize for your behavior!”

You were breathless by the time your rant finished. You had accidently drew the attention of many patrons within the small cafe, but many started applauding your outburst. The person you had scolded however just shook their head at you and smirked, “You have no idea who I am, princess. So why don’t you hold your tongue before you hurt yourself.”

It sounded like a threat, and while you weren’t one to back down from a challenge, someone else beat you to it.

“It’s not about who you think you are, it’s about being morally correct. She’s right, the workers did nothing to deserve you attitude or comments. You need to apologize to them before YOU get hurt.” Kasamatsu said evenly, his bushy eyebrows squishing in above his nose as his face expressed a near scowl.

The customer rolled their eyes, “Yea whatever. Sorry, I guess.” And promptly left the store.

By the time Kasamatsu realized he had said a full sentence in front of a member of the female population he had already returned to the blushing mess he was before.

“Geez, (F/N).” Kise called, wrapping his arm over his former captain’s shoulders. “I’m gone for like a minute–you make a mess and cause a scene. What am I going to do with you..?” You knew he was just trying to tease, but it was to early for that.

You knew you messed up. And looking up at the pair of boys from you position on the ground, having already crouched down to wipe up your mess, you told him so. “Not now, Kise. I feel bad enough.”

“Well then.” Kise smiled, “GUess I just gotta brighten your day, huh?”

Ignoring him, you went back to wiping the floor. Eager to get out of the embarrassing situation, get home, changed and out of you now soaked clothes.

“This is–” The blonde basketball player started.

Just to be interrupted by Kasamatsu simultaneously ducking from beneath his arm and realizing something new. “Wait, what? How do you know me?”

Kise was really surprised by his former captain’s ability to form a coherent sentence. Not only in front of you, a female, but also directed at you, a female.

You stayed silent, hoping it would save you.

Forgetting you had your nose-butting-into-everyone-else’s-business-friend with you. “Oh, (F/N) has been begging me to introduce you two for a while now.” You shot your head up and glared at the blonde. He pretended to duck behind his black haired companion. “There I kept my promise, now it’s up to you.” And he left.

Just like that. He left you.

Alone.

With your crush.

“I’m going to kill him.” You said staring at the door intently.

“That’s not legal.” Kasamatsu countered, “I’ll just make Hayakawa run him to the ground in their next practice.” The third-year’s blue eyes were trained hard on the same door you had previously been looking at.

Unfortunately for your sanity, you had turned your attention to your new found company.

Standing up from your position you made quick work of taking care of your trash. Reading yourself for a hasty exit after your sub-par performance of a first meeting.

“W-w-wait, sh-shoul-d-n’t you get a n-new drin-nk?” He stuttered out, face back to resembling a tomato.

You shook your head in the negative, “Nah, I spent my last bit of cash getting these for Kise and I because I owed him.”

The male in front of you just nodded his head. Internally accepting the fact that of course you were with Kise. ‘How could someone so willing to stand up for what’s right be with a silly boy like him?’ He wondered, before mentally slapping himself. He hardly knew your name, who did he think he was to get jealous over your relationship with his older teammate.

“He did hold up his end of the deal by introducing me to my crush, so I guess I could thank him formally for that later.” You mumbled to yourself.

Unfortunately for you, fortunately for everyone else in your life, Kasmatsu heard you.

And while he returned to a stuttering mess of a cherry faced boy, he grabbed onto your wrist, walked you back to the cashier, re-order you and his hot chocolates and paid for them both.

Kise looked through the window at his friend with a small smile playing on his lips, “You go Kasamatsu! Take good care of her for me.” And walked away to leave you to your make-shift date.

Oh this is so cute!!! Thank you so much for the lovely surprise! I’m glad to have influenced you to start writing about our lovely boys! Thanks for always being so supportive (including helping me with writing some prompts) and just generally being a sweet person! I think you did a great job writing my dear Kasamatsu!