Can you do Colbie Caillat’s You Got Me? And Ushijima Wakatoshi as the character mehehe i chose this song because it would be so cute for ushijima to like someone so much he could burst any moment 😁 please and thank you! 😊

Awww! I agree that it would be super cute to see him
crushing on someone. I hope you like what I came up with!

“So, I was thinking, we could go to that new movie this
weekend,” Tendou says only to discover that his best friend is no longer next
to him. Whirling around, the middle blocker makes his way back to where
Ushijima is standing stock still in the middle of the hallway, his eyes fixated
on something. Following his line of sight, Tendou’s look of curiosity turns to
one of mirth when he realizes what, or rather who, Wakatoshi is staring at.

There you stand, mouth wide open in a full-blown laugh that
carries down the hall in both directions. Even from this distance both the boys
can see your eyes shining with jubilee as you respond to whatever it is your
friend just said that made you laugh so hard.

You’re stuck on me and
my laughing eyes

I can’t pretend though
I try to hide

I like you. I like you

“You know, instead of always staring, you could try talking
to her?” he hazards elbowing his friend.

Ushijima starts out of his haze, eyes narrowing in minor
annoyance but he doesn’t reply, merely turns and continues on his way as though
the whole interaction never happened. Tendou sighs falling back into step with
the stoic ace, continuing to chide him about telling you how he feels.

I think I felt my
heart skip a beat

I’m standing here and
I can hardly breathe

You got me, yeah, you
got me

“There’s nothing to tell,” his baritone voice proclaims but
Tendou cuts off further protest with a laugh.

“Oh sure, like you haven’t been half stalking her for the
better part of the year!”

Ushijima glares again but Tendou is unaffected. He pokes him
in the chest. “It’s our third year, you should make a move!”

A few days later, Ushijima is again walking through the
halls but this time he’s sans Tendou who had to stay behind to work on a group
project. Just as he rounds a corner, he sees you descending the stairs, a pile
of precariously stacked books blocking your vision. He hurries his steps when
he sees you’re about to miss one.

With a startled yelp, you release the books as your foot
hits air instead of what you presumed to be the ground floor, realizing too
late you over shot the last stair and are on your way to a nasty fall. The
sound of books crashing to the floor surround you but you’re too caught up in
the feel of someone’s hand in yours to take further notice of it. A sharp tug makes
you wince but you’ll take a shoulder strain over a sprained ankle or bruised
tailbone any day.

Another hand, linked to a strong, powerful arm, wraps around
your waist to hold you better upright and the next moment your eyes are locked
to those of Ushijima Wakatoshi. Your body is tense, heart thundering in your
chest but you’re not sure if it’s solely from the narrow escape of your date
with the ground or the proximity of Shiratorizawa’s ace to your person. His
body is rock solid, a pillar holding you up like you weigh nothing at all.

The way you take my
hand is just so sweet

Wakatoshi can feel his pulse beating erratically, the feel
of you pressed so close to him making his head swim. He’s never felt like this
about anything, not even volleyball if he’s honest. Neither of you seem sure of
what to do so you remain frozen in the moment until he blinks. It’s as if the
spell of stagnation breaks and you’re moving apart in sync, you stammering
apologies and he working to say something more intelligible than “hmm”.

“Thank you so much Ushijima-san, gosh, what a klutz I am,”
you say stooping to begin picking up your burdens.

Ushijima crouches next to you, also picking up books, and
when you smile at him he feels his heart almost stop; he’s never had the full
effect of one of your smiles turned upon him before. Even if its slightly
awkward, it blocks out all the bad of the world for just a moment and he feels
a sense of peace unlike anything before.

And that crooked smile
of yours

It knocks me off my
feet

“It’s no trouble ______-san,” he rumbles, standing as you
do. You reach out to take the books from his hands but he shakes his head. “I’ll
help you carry them.”

You smile again, brighter this time, and he feels a stronger
surge of emotion course through his body. How can something so simple affect
him so much? Together, you walk in silence to the library where you both
deposit the tomes.

“Did you read all of these?” he asks curiously.

You nod your head shyly, tucking a few strands of hair
behind your ear. “I’m kind of an avid reader, tend to get carried away
sometimes,” you admit sheepishly.

Silence descends and Ushijima curses his inability to
communicate more effectively. Up until this point, his one word answers or
short clipped sentences have served him well but he wants to keep talking to
you, to get to know you more than he does.

Oh, I just can’t get
enough

How much do I need to
fill me up

Before he can talk himself out of it he blurts out, “_____-san,
would you like to go out sometime?”

Your eyes go wide in shock, mouth opening and closing but no
sound emerges. Finally, you find your voice and splutter out, “Yes! Yes, I’d
love to go out with you, Ushijima-san!”

He smiles slightly and you feel like butter melting in the
noon day sun. Numbers are exchanged as well as goodbyes, both of you walking
away from the encounter feeling lighter than air and inexplicably happy at just
the knowledge that you’ll be seeing one another again.

Looking at the paper in his hand, Ushijima takes a deep
breath. If this is what it’s like to be in love, he definitely doesn’t mind.

It feels so good, it
must be love

It’s everything that
I’ve been dreaming of

I give up, I give in,
I let go

Let’s begin

Cause no matter what I
do,

Oh (oh)

My heart is filled
with you

I don’t know your time zone so hopefully the box is still open! I’d like to request Kasamatsu with the song “Eyes on Me” by Faye Wong from FFVIII. I really like this song because it gives me warm yet somewhat sad feelings in the heart, and I like her voice. I’d love a bar!au and an old-fashioned theme, thank you!

This is a great song! I love the Final Fantasy series and of
course am a huge fan of its music. I really hope this hits the mark for what
you wanted. Thank you for requesting Kasamatsu, he is one of my absolute
favorite characters!

Eyes on Me by Faye Wong – Kasamatsu

As you take the stage, your eyes roam over the room taking in
the sight of customers sat comfortably in arm chairs or at tables, conversation
murmured as drinks are consumed. Smoke curls up from hand rolled cigarettes and
long stem pipes, the smell of tobacco thick but not unpleasantly so. But
despite the warm familiarity of this place, you’ve begun to feel restless, like
there’s something more you’re supposed to be doing with your life. And so,
tonight will be your last performance, though no one knows that but you.

My last night here for
you

Same old songs, just
once more

My last night here
with you?

Maybe yes, maybe no

The music begins and you take a deep breath, noting heads
turning their attention to you as you begin to sing but your eyes don’t really
see them, wandering to a man who has been coming here for a little time. He
sits cast in shadow but even without his crest and uniform, you know he’s the
same one though his garb is different now. Normally he’d be cladded in blue and
white splendor, a captain’s crest at the shoulder clasp of his cape. But tonight,
he’s opted for darker shades, greys and black settling against him to blend him
into the back ground or at least that’s his attempt. But he’s caught your attention
on more than one occasion and you can’t keep your eyes from his form. There’s
something about him that draws you in.

He barely ever looks at you, casting glances every so often
you think but it’s hard to tell when his face is shrouded in the dark. A drink
is usually with him, small and light but it acts as his place holder, a reason
for him to sit as long as he likes without distraction or input from those
around him. Previously to this evening, he’s been flanked by members of the
royal guard but tonight he’s come alone.

I saw you smiling at
me

Was it real, or just
my fantasy?

You’d always be there
in the corner

Of this tiny little
bar

Your song continues on, your mouth and vocal chords acting
on auto pilot and you’re trying to focus on the whole room but your eyes
continually flick to his position. He hasn’t moved, just stares at his glass in
deep contemplation. The lighting of a lamp above his head casts a sudden light
upon his countenance and you have to stop yourself from gasping; there’s
something about the expression on his face that pulls your heart strings
violently.

Darling, so there you
are

With that look on your
face

As if you’re never
hurt

As if you’re never
down

Shall I be the one for
you

Who pinches you softly
but sure?

If frown is shown,
then

I will know that you
are no dreamer

An unexpected pain shoots through you and you have to
stop yourself from walking over in the middle of your performance. Suddenly the
words aren’t coming easy and you have to work hard to finish what you’ve
started. At your faltered, a little off note that you quickly recover, you see
his head finally lift and his eyes set on you. It’s the longest he’s looked at
you, but now you’re too shy to return the gaze, embarrassed that it’s your
mistake which has drawn his full attention.

I kind of liked it
your way

How you shyly placed
your eyes on me

Did you ever know

That I had mine on
you?

You look away, smiling brightly though the melody of your
song is melancholy.

When it ends, you take your bow quickly, shooting back up
only to catch a glimpse of him exiting through the side door. With hurried
movements, you hustle after him, the need to speak to him too strong to ignore
any more.

Bursting out the door, you see him just about to mount his
steed and call out, “Wait, please wait!”

He starts, turning his attention to you even as his boot
remains set in the stirrup. Slowly he places it down, but maintains a hold on
the reigns of his beautiful white horse.

“Yes, may I help you?” he asks. His voice is rough and deep
but somehow soothing to your ears.

“Please, may I know your name?” you inquire.

His eyes widen, a faint flush overtaking his hue
unexpectedly but he clears his throat and replies, “Yukio Kasamatsu.”

“You…you’re the captain of the royal guard, are you not?”
you breathe.

His body stiffens, eyes closing as if in momentary pain but
he rallies quickly, setting his face back to its grim expression so quickly
you begin to wonder if you imagined his reaction. Brusquely he says, “Former, m’lady.”

The pain in your heart returns, deep and tragic and you
blush as the impulse to hold him floods your person. Despite his impassivity,
you feel waves of pain and frustration rolling from him increasing your want to
drive it away but you don’t know how to. You don’t even know him and yet you’re
here, standing outside in the middle of the night wanting nothing more than to
throw your arms around him.

You settle for stepping nearer. His body is still wound
tight and if you did not know any better you would say he may even be wary of
you. The placement of your hand on his makes him flinch but as you close your
fingers more firmly he does not withdraw.

“Why?” One word, but so bold. This is none of your business!
What happened to the filter between your brain and your mouth?

He swallows once, eyes burning into yours and you feel your
face heating up under the power of his scrutiny. “Because there’s something I
need to do.”

You clench tighter, moving closer to place your other hand against
his chest. Despite his warmth you feel him tremble, the beating of his heart somewhat
erratic and you don’t know if it’s from you or from the knowledge of what’s
lying before him on his journey.

So let me come to you

Close as I want to be

Close enough for me

To feel your heart
beating fast

And stay there as I
whisper

How I love your
peaceful eyes on me

Did you ever know

That I had mine on
you?

The next words tumble from your mouth with little care for
the implications or consequences. “Take me with you.”

Yukio’s eyes go wide and for the first time he allows
himself to touch you. The grip of his hand on your shoulder is strong and you doubt
he knows how firmly he’s squeezing but you endure the pain because until now
you’d not known the need of his touch. To lose it will mean more pain than what
you experience under the pressure of his hold.

“Why?”

“Because this is something I need to do,” you whisper, eyes
filling with tears for reasons you don’t understand.

Yukio stares hard at you. He knows this is a bad idea, you’ll
most likely only become a liability but he can’t tear away from your gaze. It’s
like you have him hypnotized and he wonders briefly if you may be a sorceress.

He makes a decision. “You’ll need to change, where I’m going
is no place for this refinery,” he intones, tugging briefly at the sleeve of
your dress.

A smile, genuine this time, splits your lips and you lean
forward impulsively kissing his cheek. Crimson floods his face but you’re
already turning away to prepare for departure. In little time you return, ensconced
in black pants, purple long sleeve shirt and proper riding boots, a bow and
arrow slung over your shoulder and quiver upon your back.

Yukio’s face betrays his surprise at your appearance.

Darling, so share with
me

Your love if you have
enough

Your tears if you’re
holding back

Or pain if that’s what
it is

How can I let you know

I’m more than the
dress and the voice

Just reach me out,
then

You will know that you
are not dreaming

“What, did you think all I could do is sing?” you ask
cheekily and he chuckles.

“Forgive my ignorance…” he trails off, and you supply, “F/N,
L/N, daughter of the town fletcher.”

In a quick motion, Yukio mounts his horse, hand coming down
to assist you to do as well. You take it, the flesh of his palm burning into
yours but the fire ignites something deep within your soul and you know; this
is who you’re meant to be with going to do what you’re meant to do, whatever
that may be.

Me again (^‿^) can I have Kise for the song Just Give Me A Reason please? Angst but with a sort of happy ending, not fluffy but in a sort of “contented for now” type thing, does that make sense? congrats to 1,000 followers!! ^^

It totally makes sense hun, this is a great song for a
non-perfect ending. Enjoy!

Give me a Reason by Pink – Kise

The sound of the front door opening and closing catches your
attention but you don’t open your eyes. You feel Ryota enter the room, the one
floor board that always squeaks announcing his presence but still you don’t
open your eyes. It feels like there’s a weight on your chest pulling pain in
from every angle of your body as he sinks onto the mattress next to you but
makes no move to snuggle to your back. It’s as though you’re living in the same
home but not existing together.

Since when did your relationship come to this?

A part of you knows, this is not all Ryota’s fault, it can’t
be but that doesn’t stop you from wondering what you did wrong, what he did
wrong, to end up in a place so far away from each other. You can’t even remember
the last time you laughed sincerely together.

Over two years ago, when the two of you first met, you’d
been quite a mess, a previous relationship doing a number on your heart. But
Ryota…he was so easy to fall for. Charming and charismatic, with a sincere heart
and willing ear to listen he’d swept you off your feet without really trying. Your
girlfriends had warned you not to get too attached to fast, to beware using him
like a rebound because that would not be fair to either of you. And you tried,
you really tried to remain just friends but every touch, every look, everything
about Ryota drew you in to him until you were head over heels.

Right from the start

You were a thief, you
stole my heart

And I your willing
victim

And it seemed he’d fallen for you, grateful to be needed, to
be taken seriously though he often worked over time to make you laugh. For the
first time in a very long while, he felt useful for more than just basketball.

His honeyed words lifted your despondent attitude but not
once did you ever feel they were frivolous. And he never treated you like a
project to fix, just someone who needed help putting the pieces back together;
he knew you still had to do most of the heavy lifting yourself.

I let you see the
parts of me, that weren’t all that pretty

And with every touch
you fixed them

When he finally kissed you, it was like coming home. The
warmth of his breath, the feel of his soft lips against yours and the way he
clung to you, like you were the most important person in his world, made you
feel lightheaded and giddy.

That was a year ago and now, here you were, lying with your
backs to one another, barely a word spoken throughout the day.

Rolling to your back, you stare at the ceiling and sigh.
This can’t go on, you can’t go on like this, stuck in a limbo you have no idea
how to navigate. Why you’ve let it get this bad you don’t know for sure but can
only speculate that it’s because of fear; fear of losing him should you seem
too needy, too clingy despite all the effort Ryota poured into helping you
mend.

Turning further, your eyes graze over his form, shoulders
rising and falling to the rhythm of his steady breath. How can he be so unaffected by what’s going
on? Doesn’t he care?

Just give me a reason,
just a little bit’s enough

Just a second we’re
not broken just bent, and we can learn to love again

It’s in the stars,
it’s been written in the scars on our hearts

We’re not broken just
bent, and we can learn to love again

“Ryota,” you whisper, “are you asleep?”

“Hmmmm?” he mumbles turning on his back. His eyes blink open
and shift to look at you. “What’s up ______-cchi?”

“What are we doing?” you ask.

He furrows his brow, rotating to face you as he props up on
his elbow. “What do you mean?”

Sighing, you run a hand through your hair, closing your eyes
before answering, “What are we doing in this relationship anymore? Do you…do
you even still want this?”

“Of course I do, how could you ask me that?” he replies
quickly, sitting up in his astonishment.

I’m sorry I don’t
understand

Where all of this is
coming from

I thought that we were
fine (Oh we had everything)

“Because we barely speak to each other anymore!” You sit up
as well, flicking on the light so you can see one another more clearly. He
blinks rapidly under its harsh rays as you go on, “It’s like…it’s like we don’t
know how to be together anymore
Ryota. I just…I need more and I don’t know what to do!”

He takes your hand. “______cchi, you’re being silly. We’ve just
been busy, that’s all.” He reaches out to touch your face but you jerk away,
standing up in a flurry of motion.

“That’s not just it, Ryota! I feel like you’re suppressing how
you really feel.”

His face is full of confusion which just irritates you
further. “Do you know,” you continue, “the other night when I tried to snuggle
up to you, you muttered something about me being too clingy? That you needed
your space?”

“Are you sure that wasn’t a dream? Because there’s no way I
would feel like that about you,” he says firmly.

Your head is running
wild again

My dear we still have
everythin’

And it’s all in your
mind (Yeah but this is happenin’)

You’ve been havin’
real bad dreams oh oh

You used to lie so
close to me oh oh

There’s nothing more
than empty sheets between our love, our love

“I was awake!” you snap. “I mean, if that’s how you feel subconsciously,
doesn’t that mean it’s how you truly feel?”

“You’re going to base the future of our relationship that? On something I said when I was
most likely dead to the world?” He stands up, moving around the bed to grip
your shoulders tightly, bright golden eyes burning into yours. “We aren’t
perfect, there is no such thing as a perfect relationship but I want this relationship, I want to be
with you.”

Stray tears flow down your cheeks and you step back. “Ok,
Ryota, I…I do too but,” you take a deep breath, “we need to discuss some things
in order to move forward. You may think there’s nothing wrong but I do and I
want to work on them.”

He runs a hand through his hair, frustration clear on his
face. “______-cchi, I’m tired, you’re tired, we’ve both had long days. Can we
please just table this until at least tomorrow?”

Just give me a reason,
just a little bit’s enough

Just a second we’re
not broken just bent and we can learn to love again

I never stop, you’re
still written in the scars on my heart

You’re not broken just
bent and we can learn to love again

You want to protest, want to get these things aired out so
you can feel like you can sleep peacefully for once but you know he’s right. To
do this here and now will only make things worse and if you’re really honest
with yourself there is too much to deal with in one night. So nodding your
head, you follow him back to be bed.

As the light flicks off, you feel him settling right behind
you, his strong arm wrapping around you securely. It’s a small thing, but it
feels huge and though you know the coming days will be filled with
uncomfortable conversations and probably more tears, it feels just a little
less hopeless than it did before.

Oh we can learn to
love again

Oh we can learn to
love again oh oh

Oh that we’re not
broken just bent and we can learn to love again

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I heard you’re doing songfics! Could I have one based on TOKiMONSTA’s song Don’t Call me [feat Yuna] with Aomine’s ex(reader) telling him she doesn’t want to speak with him anymore after he cheated on her with Momoi? Sorry for the angst!

No worries on the angst, it makes things interesting. Thanks for a great song choice, I’ve never heard it before! I hope you like this.

Don’t Call Me (feat Yuna) by TOKiMONSTA – Aomine

Shifting your purse, you pick up an item you think would be
perfect for your boyfriend. A wide smile covers your lips as you take it to the
front to pay. From behind, you don’t notice a pair of sapphire eyes watching
you with keen interest. Purchase made, you stroll out of the establishment none
the wiser that you’ve caught some very unwanted attention.

Later in the evening as your preparing dinner your phone
rings. Without looking at the display, you pick up.

“Hello?”

You almost drop it when Aomine’s smooth voice comes over the
line, “Hey y/n, how’s it going?”

Taking a deep breath, you remove the phone from you ear and
hit the END CALL button without saying a word. It rings again immediately,
Aomine’s face flashing across the screen. Didn’t you delete his number?
Unwilling to deal with him, you move to put the phone on silent but since you
don’t want to miss a call or text from your boyfriend opt to block Aomine’s
number.

Don’t call me no more,
no more

Don’t call me

That works for all of five minutes before it’s ringing
again, this time UNKNOWN popping up. Sighing you text your man, telling him to
just come over when he’s done and turn your phone on silent.

By the time he gets there you have ten missed calls and even
more texts from Aomine telling you to answer the phone, that he needs to talk
to you. Rolling your eyes, you delete all the messages and focus on spending
time with the man who actually deserves your time.

Hey, I never thought
this love could go so wrong

And so it did and you
know that I moved on

I never heard from you
for so long

Now I’m glowing up,
you’re blowing up my phone

In his room, Aomine frowns at the screen. He knows he fucked
up royally, has known it for a while but true to his stubborn and prideful
nature has ignored those feelings. But he couldn’t ignore how his heart lurched
at the sight of you today. You looked even more beautiful that he remembered.
The smile on your face reminded him of all the times you given it to him, of
the nights spent with you in bed, of the love you’d poured into him.

In that moment, he missed you like he never had before and in
his arrogance thought it possible you may miss him too. He views your ignoring
him as simply part of the game and Aomine Daiki does not back down from a
challenge.

I know you’re tryna
see if I still care that I miss you

Know you never thought
that I could be this cool

Know you didn’t think
that I could be this cruel

I don’t need to be
mean but I’m just gonna ignore you

The next evening, you’re snuggled up on the couch watching a
movie. A knock at the door has you pausing the film to answer it. But when you
look through the peephole an involuntary gasp escapes your lips; what the hell
is Aomine doing here?

You try to pretend you’re not home but his voice cuts
through the door like a knife. “Y/N, I know you’re there, open the door.”

Sighing, you decide it best to nip this in the bud quickly.
Whipping open the door, you glare up at Aomine, one hand on your hip and the
other on the door ready to slam it in his face, which you do after snapping
out, “Fuck off, Aomine.”

You haven’t taken one step before he’s pounding on the door
again. “Y/N! What the hell?” When you don’t answer he pounds again. “I’m not
going anywhere until you talk to me!”

Funny how when you see
you’re glowing up

Wanna try and make it
up

Suddenly just showing
up

Overcome with anger, you open the door roughly, eyes
flashing. “Talk? You wanna talk?” What
should we talk about first?” You tick off on your fingers as you rant.

“How you started pulling away and wouldn’t talk to me about
what was bothering you?”

Where were you when I
was crying?

Left me on the floor
just dying

“How you ignored my calls and texts while I was on
assignment?”

Can’t come to the
phone, realign

Now you wanna be my
friend but I ain’t buying it

“Oh wait, I know why you didn’t, because you were too busy
fucking that pink-haired twit!”

And I see you found a
new love

And you show it, all
your friends gotta know it

Aomine swallows once, sweat beading on his brow; he’s never
seen you this angry before. He knows it’s for good reason but it’s still
shocking.

“You never appreciated me, Aomine. You never gave a shit
about everything I did for you, all the bull I put up with being your
girlfriend. Honestly, I’m surprised I lasted as long as I did.”

I was there to build
you up when everything was a mess

I was dedicated to you

I cared about nothing
but you, but you

He opens his mouth but you put up a hand to stem whatever
inane excuse he plans on spouting. “You know what? It doesn’t matter anymore,
Aomine. Because we’re done. I’m over you, I’ve moved on and I’m not looking
back. So, lose my number, forget where I live and if you see me on the street,
forget you even know me.”

I’ve been there before
so I know when you’re just faking it

I can’t believe I
stayed with you, the pain that I’ve been taking in

“Aomine, what the hell are you doing here?”

Wakamatsu’s voice draws both your and the blue haired male’s
attention away from one another for a moment.

Kosuke’s eyes move to your face, startled to see you looking
so upset. “What’s wrong, y/n?” he asks shouldering past Aomine to grip your
hand.

Shooting your eyes back to Aomine’s face you snap, “Nothing,
this asshole was just leaving.”

Aomine’s fists clench tightly, the desire to deck his former
team mate strong. Wakamatsu sees the flash in his eyes, narrowing his own. “You
heard the lady, dick, get movin’.”

Slamming his fist against the wall, Aomine pivots on his
heel, stomping down the hall and out the doors.

Don’t call me no more,
no more

Don’t call me

Don’t call me no more

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Zip-lock – LIT. The lyrics suggest a situation in the relationship that I think it’s interesting to explore! Kagami needs a second chance, he doesn’t want to lose his love of his life. Thanks!

One of my favorite bands from when I was in high school so this was definitely a fun throw back for me! I hope you enjoy!

Zip-lock – by LIT – Kagami

“Kagami-kun,” Kuroko pants, their run having almost done him
in this time, “why wasn’t y/n-chan at the game last week?”

The red head grunts an unintelligible answer that sounds
something like you being busy but his best friend knows he’s not telling the
whole story.

“That can’t just be it, she’s always at every game, no
matter how busy she is, so what’s really going on?”

“Why do you even care?” Kagami snaps, rubbing his face
roughly with a towel, throwing it in the dirty bin and picking up his basketball.

Kuroko sighs. “Because she’s the best thing to ever happen
to you and you’re going to blow it if you don’t start paying attention.” His
voice is calm and quiet but his eyes are hard; he’s serious.

Kagami doesn’t reply to Kuroko’s observation. Damn him and
his perceptiveness. It’s not like Kagami doesn’t know he’s been screwing up
left and right. He just doesn’t know how to balance everything he’s responsible
for in his life right now. Ever since winning the Winter Cup, he’s been working
even harder because he knows the defending Seirin’s title is going to be ten
times more difficult than earning it; the remaining Generation of Miracles are
going to be out for blood. Not to mention, they’ve all better assimilated into
their respective teams (save perhaps for Aomine) which means their weaknesses
will be harder to exploit.

Thoughts consumed with strategy and skill improvement and
struggling to stay on top of his grades, he’s allowed the relationship he
shares with you to fall by the way side. It was subtle, a canceled date here
and there, no time to get together after practice, at least not properly. The
two of you usually ended up studying together after which he would collapse in
bed, barely conscious to your leaving.

I’ve been stealing

Time where I can get
it from

I’ve been losing

Grip on what I used to
hold

As he leaves the gym he sees you standing a bit away talking
to Furihata, his fellow second year blushing slightly as you giggle at something
he said. Insecurity floods Kagami’s body like poison. He knows it’s stupid, you’ve
become a friend to all the guys which is one of the many things Kagami
appreciates about you. Team play had never really matter that much to him
before coming to Seirin and the fact that his girlfriend gets along with all
his teammates is amazing.

You’ve even helped make some of their meals during training
camp so they aren’t afflicted by Riko’s cooking.

He watches longer, the curve of your smile, the lilt in your
laugh, a light in your eyes he hasn’t seen in many weeks. Just what the hell is
someone like him doing with someone like you anyway? Kuroko is right, you’re
the best thing to ever happen to him, but now he has to ask: is he the best for
you?

I don’t want you

To be better off
without me

“Y/N,” he calls and you look up. You don’t exactly lose your
smile but it definitely diminishes slightly.

You finish up your conversation with the point guard, he
turning to wave goodbye to both you and Kagami.

As you approach, the ace really looks at you. You look
slightly worn down, eyes half closed with dark circles under them. Even the
pallor of your skin has changed, falling a little paler than he remembers.

I’ve been watching you

Sleeping with a
troubled look

I’m sure your bad
dreams

Are probably all about
me

Looking up, you’re about to ask if he’s ready to go when
Kagami drops his bag and ball, letting the latter roll away to wherever it may
as he wraps his arms around your waist and hoists you up against his body. Your
startled exclamation is silenced by Kagami’s lips on yours. Normally not one
for PDA, his cheeks burn in the knowledge that Furihata is in full view of this
moment but he doesn’t care; you’re too important to care about that.

When you part, he meets your eyes, grunting out, “I know I
haven’t been the best boyfriend and I can’t even lie and say I’ve been trying
all that hard.” He cards his fingers your through hair, “But I don’t want to
lose you.”

Your silence and averted gaze is proof enough to him that he’s
hit the nail on the head; you were thinking about leaving him. Not that he
could blame you but he isn’t going to give up that easily.

“I…I really love you,” he confesses, “I just…help me?”

If I could get another
chance

I’d put it in a ziploc
bag

And keep it in my
pocket

Keep it in my pocket

Tell me

When I start to blow
it would you

Show me

What I need to do
before you

Hate me

I could never live
with that so

Tell me

Before you’re better
off without me

After a moment’s consideration, you nod, leaning in to kiss
him again. He hugs you tighter, squeezing every ounce of adoration and love he
can into his hold. Your hand against his chest, he’s sure you can feel the
dredges of fear flow out in favor of relief that you’ve consented to give his
sorry ass one more chance to prove himself and he has no intention of letting
you down again.

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Hello! (♥ó㉨ò)ﾉ♡ I’d like to request one! ‘Leave your lover by Sam Smith’ with Tendou or ‘I’m not the only one by Sam Smith’ with Bokuto. I couldn’t pick one so I’d love to let you decide! Thank you! ❤

Thank you for requesting and I really hope I did justice for
your song and character choice!

Leave Your Lover By Sam Smith – Tendou

Sighing heavily, Tendou watches from across the room as you
make your way to the bar, eager to gather more libations. The past few months
have been tough on him, having to leave everything he’s known for the great big
bad world. Even though it was his decision to stop after high school, he misses
volleyball. He misses his friends a lot more than he thought he would for
telling himself he prefers to be a loner.

That’s all bullshit and he knows it.

He ended up coming to this school just because you’re here.
Because he’s been in love with you all through high school and a part of him
always hoped you’d “wake up” and see what was right in front of you.

Don’t have direction,
I’m just rolling down this road

Waiting for you to
bring me in from out the cold

But it wasn’t too long after you’d both settled into your
new routines that you added an unexpected element to yours; a boyfriend. And that’s
when the insomnia started for him.

You’ll never know the
endless nights, the rhyming of the rain

Or how it feels to
fall behind and watch you call his name

Tendou should have left then or at least pulled away a bit
to give himself room to get used to this, but he’s a masochist, choosing to
stay close to the girl he loves while she wastes her time on someone who doesn’t
deserve her. And he knows the guy doesn’t because most of the conversations you
and he have about the boyfriend consist of you either complaining about
problems or excusing them away.

And lately his thoughts have been consumed with asking you
to come to your senses and see this guy just isn’t worthy of you.

Leave your lover,
leave him for me

“Things are getting better,” you comment sitting down.

He hums in acknowledgment of your words, though he’s only
half listening at this point, taking a long swig of his beer.

“I think after this semester we’ll be more settled. It’s challenging
with our schedules, you know? Like, he has practice so much and family
obligations. It’s just hard but we’ll get through it.”

Tendou doesn’t know if you’re trying to convince him or
yourself at this point. And he really shouldn’t be annoyed with you; as your self-proclaimed
best friend he should be a supportive, listening ear but he’s reaching the end
of his tether and it’s about to snap.

Another beer lands before him, Tendou sending a look of
thanks to the waitress who winks at him. He barely catches it, but you see it
and grin.

“Just think, Satori-kun, someday we’ll be sitting here or
somewhere similar toasting to one another because we finally found true love,”
you say, giggling slightly under the influence of the large pint you’ve already
consumed as you raise your hand for another.

We sit in bars and
raise our drinks to growing old

Oh, I’m in love with
you and you will never know

He chuckles mirthlessly. Tendou doesn’t know if he’s being
over dramatic, but he really feels in the depth of his heart that he will never
find a more perfect girl for him than you, so even the thought of anyone else
sets his teeth on edge. But he won’t tell you that, you don’t need that burden.

But if I can’t have
you I’ll walk this life alone

Spare you the rising
storms and let the rivers flow

The sound of your cell phone ringing pierces through the
hubbub of the bar. When your eyes light up, he knows it’s him.

“Hi sweetie,” you coo into the phone, sending a bright smile
to Tendou that makes his stomach flip. But the next moment, he’s frowning,
watching your face begin to fall as you listen to whatever your “perfect prince”
is saying.

“But we had it planned for months!” you protest, tone
bordering on whining. A few tears prickle the edges of your eyes, your grip on
the phone tightening. “I understand that but can’t he make an exception?” More
tears, some sliding down your cheeks and Tendou feels his own fist clench in
anger; what the hell is saying to make you cry?

“Fine, yeah, whatever,” you say breathlessly, snapping your
phone down and shoving it in your purse.

There’s silence between you and Tendou, your eyes cast down
to the table.

“Sorry, Satori-kun, he-“

“Leave him,” Tendou says firmly and your head shoots up,
eyes wide.

“Wha-?”

He takes your hand, stemming your speech and repeats slowly,
“Leave him,” his eyes filled with the truth of his affections.

Pack up and leave
everything

Don’t you see what I
can bring

You shake your head a little, unclear what he means. “Satori-kun,
I appreciate your concern but-“

He interrupts again, “This has nothing to do with concern and
everything to do with the fact that I’m in love with you!”

Can’t keep this
beating heart at bay

He feels you jump at his words. “I never told you before because
I was too damn scared, but I’m telling you now and I know I’m better for you that he is. So please,” he stands, walking
slowly around the table to stand before you on your stool, hand cupping the
side of your face. “Let me show you what it means to be someone’s everything.”

Set my midnight sorrow
free

I will give you all of
me

Just leave your lover,
leave him for me

Tendou sees you swallow, your body quivering a bit as you
look up at him. The slightest lift of your head sends his coursing down to
plant his lips against yours, his arm wrapping around your waist. You sigh into
the kiss, body releasing its tension as he holds you upright.

When you part, he can see you’re still crying but the light
shining in the center of your irises gives him hope that they are tears of joy.

You confirm his suspicions when you whisper, “Finally.”

Sugawara – First Date Head Cannons

You can bet this boy will punctual. He accounts for needing
time to ditch the curious (read: troublesome) first and second years who caught
wind of his date with you. He’ll make a mental note to scold them later, or
even better tease them in front of their crushes.

He brings flowers, a small bunch of freesia (innocence) and
ranunculus (radiant).

He impresses your parents with ease. In fact, your mother is
ready to marry you off to him after only a few sentences. Even your dad seems
impressed when Suga meets his eyes steadily and confidently but respectfully
assures him he will bring you home safe and sound and on time.

To alleviate some first date nerves he’s opted for casual,
sporting nice jeans, a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows
and the top button undone and simple sneakers. You followed suit wearing a
simple dress but he compliments you as if you were wearing a gown; but you can
tell it’s not insincere flattery.

For simplicity, he takes you to his favorite café known for
their tasty drinks and desserts so you can move forward from being
acquaintances. Going to a movie where you’d have to sit in silence for most of
the evening would not work towards his goal of getting to know you on a deeper
level.

He’s the perfect gentleman, opening the door for you,
pulling out your chair and making sure you’re seated comfortably.

With a playful grin, he suggests the two of you order a
drink and dessert for one another rather than making your own selections; a
simple way to add a little bit of excitement to a simple date. He, of course,
makes the perfect selections on both but assures you that you chose just as
well for him. Secretly, Suga wasn’t too worried about this part of the evening
since pretty much everything here is delicious but it was still fun to watch
you debate over what to get him. It showed him you were taking this, and him,
seriously no matter how light hearted the activity.

After a couple hours of delightful and fun conversation he
walks you home, your hands brushing against one another from time to time but
neither of you are bold enough to grasp the other; at least not yet.

When you reach your front door Suga faces you, a warm smile
on his lips. Reaching forward he does finally take your hand making goosebumps
rise from the point of contact all the way up your arm. He sweetly thanks you
for your company this evening and hopes you had a nice time. You assure him
that you did and he gives your hand a firm squeeze before making his way down
the porch steps and back out to the sidewalk headed home. He turns once,
pleased to see you watching him go and sends a wave which you return before he
continues his way home.

The next day a note is taped to your desk along with an
anemone (anticipation). The note expounds on his enjoyment of the previous
evening and a request to take you out again. The sooner the better. You can
barely stay still in your seat the whole morning and when the lunch bell
finally rings you race to his classroom to give your enthusiastic yes. His
smile, if possible, is brighter than Hinata’s after hitting a perfect spike.

Sugawara – Prompt #91 – “Can I hold your hand?”

The final whistle blow announces the end of the
match and a devastating loss for Karasuno. You were so sure they’d pull it off in the end. Quickly you make your way
from the stands to the common area, looking for silver hair. When he comes out
of the arena your heart breaks; he’s barely holding it together.

You reach his side, trying to give an encouraging
look but it’s impossible; everyone feels this loss.

After a brief meeting with the coach he’s free to go
but just sits on a bench, staring at the sky.

“I don’t know what to say,” you murmur feeling
helpless.

Looking at you with sad but kind eyes he asks, “Can I hold your hand?”

Wordlessly you thread your fingers together, giving
his hand a squeeze before you both watch the clouds float by. Sometimes words
aren’t needed to comfort.

Tobio Kageyama – Prompt #58 – “I’ve been in love with you my entire life. Ever since the first day I met you.”

You aren’t sure what it is but something is certainly bothering your
dear bestie. The boy (now man) you’ve grown up with is acting rather strange.
His face is even more scowlly than usual, a tenseness in his muscles that fills
you with unease.

“Tobio-kun,” you say slowly, “what’s wrong?”

Kageyama’s breath catches. His lungs burn, his heart aches; how
could he have let this happen? You’ve been right here, right here the whole
time and he never said anything! And now…now you belong to someone else. Or at
least you will, unless maybe…

In true Tobio fashion he looks you dead in the eye and blurts
out, “_____-chan, I’ve been in love with
you my entire life. Ever since the first day I met you.“ He sees your
eyes widen, your mouth opening and closing but no sound coming out. Before you
can get your voice to work he’s speaking again, “I know I’m an idiot, waiting
until now to tell you this, but…I
can’t let the rest of my life go on without having at least tried…even at the
last minute.”

You both glance to the diamond ring on your left hand. Tears
trail down your cheeks when you look back at him and he can see the answer in
your eyes. Because as much as Tobio means to you, you love Tooru.

Sugawara – Date Prompt #46 “At Home Massages”

As you walk along to your weight lifting class your phone
pings. Looking at the screen you smile. Suga is texting you.

Suga-Baby: Wait for
me after your training, I have a surprise for you

You: Ok, see you soon

An hour later you’re exhausted and definitely sore but
happy. Endorphins from lifting usually help your mood, even if you are tired at
the end of a session. Your coach praised your progress, letting you know how
proud she is for how far you’ve come and that you’re ready for the event in two
weeks’ time.

Stepping out into the cool night air you take a deep breath,
hands in your pockets as you wait for your doting boyfriend. He doesn’t keep
you waiting at all, rounding the corner before you’ve barely stood still. With
a wide smile he waves as he approaches and you giggle waving back. He reaches you grasping your hand in his
while the other picks up your gym bag. Normally you’d protest but your arms are
so tired you’re thankful for the help.

“So where are you taking me? Shouldn’t I go home and take a
shower first or something?” you ask discreetly smelling yourself and deciding,
yes, you definitely need a shower.

“Stop worrying so much,” he says with a smile, “Trust me.”

Sighing you slump your shoulders and let him lead you along.
Soon enough you’ve reached the train station which makes your eyes widen
slightly but you’ve given up on asking questions. As the two of you take your
seats you feel your eyelids getting heavier. All you really want to do is curl
up with the man beside you and go to sleep but you force yourself to stay
awake. You don’t want to spoil whatever he has planned by showing just how
tired you are, though you’re sure Suga already knows.

Eventually you reach your stop, the same you take to go to
his off-campus apartment. He, Daichi, and Asahi all live together in what has
been christened “The Bro Abode”. Within its walls is a constant flow of current
and former teammates/friends, the Karasuno high schoolers regulars on the
weekends for meals and scrimmage volleyball games. It makes you smile to see
the three boys, now men really, continuing to mentor and encourage the little
birds as you call them. Given the amount of people always coming and going,
you’re surprised Suga would bring you here when he was the one who said you
need to take it easy.

He unlocks the door throwing it open but ushering you in
first like the gentleman he is. As you enter you gasp in surprise. The living
room has numerous candles set about, their light casting a soft delicate glow
against the walls. From the kitchen wafts a delicious aroma of spiced chicken
and dumplings, one of your favorite comfort foods. You swear you smell some
sort of chocolate dessert, possibly fresh from the oven, as well.

But the most surprising fact of all is that it’s dead quiet;
no one is home. Turning to look at Suga as he shuts the door you say, “How in
the world did you pull this off?”

He grins, pulling you into his arms despite your sweaty disheveled
appearance. Kissing your forehead, he answers, “When I saw you this afternoon
at lunch I knew I wanted to do something special for you to help you relax so I
asked the guys for help. Daichi and Yui-chan had already planned on ambushing
Asahi with a blind date, making it a double so he’d actually go the cowardly
lion.” You grin as he continues, “So I cooked dinner while the guys helped
clean the place up. Last thing needed was the lighting of the candles which the
Yui-chan helped with before the three of them took off.”

“That’s why you were looking at your phone,” you mutter and
he smiles.

“Now,” he says clapping his hands, “You go on and take a
shower, there’s a change of clothes in the bathroom and I’ll finish prepping
dinner.”

You still can’t quite believe the two of you have the place
to yourselves but you obediently walk to the bathroom as Suga makes his way to
the kitchen. When you walk in you see a new black (of course) track suit and
grey tank top along with fuzzy slippers.

“He really thought of everything,” you mutter getting
undressed. You shower quickly, eager to get to the tasty meal Suga has so
lovingly prepared. Clad in your new comfy clothes, minus the jacket because
you’re still warm from the shower, you
walk to the kitchen table just as he’s finished plating the food; spiced
chicken and dumplings, salad and blueberry pomegranate juice. As the scent hits
you anew your mouth begins to water in anticipation.

“Itadakimasu,” you say together before digging in. You are
not disappointed; the meal is perfect. While eating you discuss the various points
of your respective days. Belong long you’re stuffed to the brim with comfort
food, your belly and heart happy. Placing the dishes in the sink, Suga waves
off your attempts to clean the kitchen assuring you he’d take care of it later.
Tonight, he just wants you to relax for once.

Leading you to the living room he guides you to sit in front
of the couch on a cushion while he sits behind you, cradling you between his
legs. Silently he begins kneading your shoulders. All these years of setting
have definitely given him strong fingers and you can’t suppress a groan coming
from your lips.

Lately you feel like you’ve been carrying the weight of the
world on your shoulders due to your many responsibilities but as Suga continues
to work your muscles you feel the weight melt away to leave a delicious calm.
Just being with your silver haired boyfriend brings you peace but having him
pamper you so thoroughly is certainly doing wonders for your stress level.

He works his way down your back, pushing, kneading and
rolling over every inch until you feel like goo. Switching gears, he stands and
easily picking you up before gently depositing you on the couch on your stomach
where he proceeds to continue working your back.

You gasp slightly when his hands slid under your shirt, the
heat of his skin against yours making you blush. “Shhh,” he says, “none of that
tonight, just relax.” His voice is smooth and calm, like a gentle ocean wave
rolling over you and making you feel content.
You inhale deeply and let out a long breath. He’s pushing the knots in
your lower back, willing them into submission under his gentle but firm ministrations.
Any other night his touch would ignite you but you’re so exhausted that you
give into the sensation of dozing off.

When he’s done with your back Suga moves to your legs,
pushing up and down your calves before moving to your feet where he adds lotion
to his repertoire and you sigh again. Just when you think he’s done he
surprises you by turning you over in order to work the tops of your feet, your
shins and your thighs, each needing attention from his healing touch more than
you realized. He leaves your torso alone.

“Don’t want to break my own rule,” he whispers with a wink
that makes your cheeks heat up.

Instead, he pulls you down the couch to give a bit more room
by your head and sits cross-legged to massage your neck and head. Your scalp
tingles when his nails gently trail through your hair making goosebumps erupt
down your arms. He moves to your shoulders again then back to your neck and
head. By the time he’s done you’re practically asleep.

Standing up Suga looks down at you, a soft smile present on
his lips as he looks at your face filled with contentment. A small snore
escapes you making him chuckle. Oh well, dessert will have to wait until
tomorrow, but you’re in college, brownies are perfectly acceptable breakfast
items for you.

Deftly, he scoops you up into his arms and walks into his
bedroom where he lays you down, covering you up. You’re so exhausted you merely
roll over and continue sleeping, muttering an “I love you”. He kisses your head
before leaving the room. After cleaning up the apartment Suga returns to his
room, changing into shorts and a t-shirt then climbing into bed beside you.

As you snuggle into the crook of his neck he kisses your
head again. He knows he can’t carrying your burdens for you, but he’s
determined to help lighten the load and remind you that it’s ok to take a break
every now again. “After all,” he
think glancing at the secret drawer in his desk that holds a simple engagement
ring, “I want my future wife to not be
half dead by the time we graduate.”