Keishin Ukai – Prompt #80 – “Teach me”

“Babe, it’s really no big deal,” Keishin tries but you won’t
hear it.

“Please, Keishin-kun, teach
me!”

He sighs, running his fingers through his hair, dropping the
cigarette from his mouth and stomping it out on the ground. “Fine,” he relents
and you squeal with joy.

Keishin moves to stand behind you, calling out, “Oi, Sawamura,
come here a sec!” The captain obediently makes his way to his coach, sending a
shy smile and wave to you.

Placing his hands on your hips, Keishin maneuvers you into
position, knees bent, arms out with fingers laced together making a platform.
His own arms and hands lay a top yours to help guide you. Lowly in your ear,
his breath against it almost making you shiver, he instructs, “Now, hold steady
like this, I’ll help you.” You nod.

You both look up to see Sawamura blushing slightly at your proximity
but it can’t be helped; you have no idea what you’re doing.

“Ok captain,” Keishin says, “send us a firm hit but not too
strong, she’s never done this before.”

Sawamura nods, tossing the ball in the air before hitting it
forward. It’s coming much faster than you anticipated making you want to run
but Keishin’s strong arms and body hold you in place. With his help the ball
smacks against your arms but because of your odd position it shirks sharply to
the right cannoning directly into Hinata’s face knocking him over.

As the two of you rush to inspect the damage done to the little
giant in the making Keishin says chuckling, “Maybe next time we’ll try without
innocent bystanders around.”

Keiji Akaashi – Prompt #13 “I could kiss you right now!”

The day started out like any other; you quietly making your
way through the hall towards your locker with your nose in a book. Deftly you
dodge left and right around people, your peripheral vision top notch from so
many years of doing the same. As you around the corner the loud voice of Bokuto
meets your ears making you wince. Over all, you like the energetic ace of the
volleyball team, but some days he’s just too much.

“Hey Akaashi, we need to think of a cool play like those
weirdos from Karasuno,” he’s saying excitedly.

Beyond him you see the setter’s face impassive as ever
before he replies, “Bokuto, we’re going to Nationals, we don’t have time to
screw around. Let’s just stick to what we know because obviously it’s gotten us
this far.”

You grin into your pages as you open your locker. Always the levelheaded one that Akaash. He
and Bokuto have been your locker neighbors since the beginning of the year and
you always look forward the little exchanges you and the setter give each
other. Most of the time no words pass, both of you being more reticent than
your other friends, but still, you feel you’ve crossed the barrier of
acquaintance to friend. You borrow each other’s notes, do occasionally chat
about the weekends and commiserate about the temperamental captain you both
call friend.

“Oh good morning _____-chan,” says Bokuto flashing a wide
smile as he steps a bit closer to you. You smile softly in return as he asks
you a question about math. While you talk, you notice his locker is open,
stuffed to the brim with who knows what. Behind him, Akaashi crouches to tie
his shoe.

When he goes to get up, he places his hand on the corner
edge of the open locker just as the bell rings. “Oh time to get to class,”
Bokuto says loudly reaching behind him to slam the door shut.

Your hand moves before your mouth, covering Akaashi’s.
There’s no way you’re strong enough to stop Bokuto’s momentum so you hope to be
able to lessen the blow. The pain as the metal contacts your skin makes your
knees buckle, but you’ve managed to take the brunt of the hit; Akasshi’s hand,
you hope, is safe.

“Oh my god, are you ok? I’m so sorry!” Bokuto is a
flustering mess, his face filled with concern which turns pale at the sight of
your knuckles scraped and slightly bloody.

“Ergh…it’s ok Bokuto-senpei,” you say lowly but damn it your
hand hurts!

“Here, let me-“ begins the captain but Akaashi’s smooth
voice interjects.

“I’ll take care of her Bokuto, get on to class before you
get another tardy mark and can’t come to practice today.”

The captain looks at you once more, bows deeply in apology
and hurries off as directed. Looking up sheepishly you ask, “Are you ok,
Akasshi-kun?”

He nods. “Thanks to you, yes.” He helps you up by your
uninjured hand. Taking the other he examines the damage.

“Oh, it was nothing, I mean, better me than you.” He’s still
looking at your hand, gently trailing his thumb back and forth over the
uninjured sections. You’re just about to point out the two of you should get to
class when his next words have you blushing all the way to your ears.

“You know, _____-chan, I
could kiss you right now.”

Did you hear him correctly?

“Um, what?” you ask, unable to believe what you just heard.

His eyes are fixated on your hand, as if memorizing every
detail making your whole body heat up under his scrutiny. “If it weren’t for
you I could have had some real damage done to my hand. You made it possible for
me to not miss Nationals.” Leaning down, he gently kisses each scrape before
planting one long, firm kiss on the very center of your hand.

Looking up into your eyes, a faint smile on his face that
makes you want to swoon he goes on, “Can I take you on a date as a thank you?
Maybe coffee or something this weekend?”

“Um…I mean…it’s not really necessary…but…I,” you stammer
completely flabbergasted.

“If you don’t want to that’s-“ he begins but you cut him off
loudly.

“No! I mean, yes! I…I’d really like that.”

“Good,” he replies, “now, let’s get you to the nurse.”

When you and Akaashi started dating officially not too long
after your first date Bokuto bragged that was his plan all along to help get
the two of you together finally, though he didn’t mean to hurt you so badly. Unsurprisingly,
no one believed him and Akaashi may have “accidentally” served into the back of
his head at practice.

Kagami – Dating Prompt #24 Clubbing/Dancing

“But Taiga-kun, you promised!” you whine making your
boyfriend groan from where he sits on the couch.

He glances up at you, eyes a mixture of annoyance and
pleading. He really, really, really
doesn’t want to go out tonight, least of all to a club opening.

You cross your arms and tap your foot with impatience,
fixing him with your best pout. He’s not getting out of this no matter how much
he grumbles. You’ve put up with not being able to go out for months while Seirin battled it out for
the Winter Cup. Now that they’ve emerged victorious you’re damned determined to
spend some quality time with him.

Kagami avoids your eyes. He knows he’s being unfair but damn
it, clubs just aren’t his thing! He’s never really been one for dancing (not
that he’s ever really tried) and the
thought of being pushed and squished amongst sweaty strangers while blasting
music he’s not even fond of threatens to damage his eardrums makes him cringe.
He hears you huff in annoyance at ignoring your pleas, your steps leading away
from him to your now shared bedroom. Ever since your parents had to leave for
business like his own you’ve taken to staying with him more and more. Now
you’re practically a fixture in his home. Not that he minds. It’s been nice
coming home exhausted from practice to find a home cooked meal and welcoming arms.

As his thoughts trail over all you’ve done and sacrificed
for him, all the patience you’ve shown with his late nights, early mornings, when
he’s been stressed out of his mind and generally has piss poor attitude because
the pressures of the team and school got to be too much he sighs again. He’s
being a jerk. You deserve whatever the hell you want from him and if you want
to go to some stupid club then so be it.

Standing up he heads to the bedroom and finds you idly
searching through your clothes. Coming up behind you he wraps you in his arms
and kisses the top of your head.

“Ok, let’s go,” he says and you whirl around to face him your
eyes bright and smile wide.

“Really?!”

He shrugs. “It’s what you want to do, so let’s do it.”

It’s loud. So loud Kagami can hardly hear himself think, let
alone be able to hear anyone speak to him. He’s leaning against a wall, the
bass thumping against his back as it reverberates throughout the room, a bottle
of water in his hand which he sips from time to time as he watches you while
you swish and sway on the dance floor. Thankfully when the two of you arrived
you’d run into some friends and were, for the moment, content to dance with
your girls while he observed.

The whole situation is just as uncomfortable as he predicted
but the look on your face is worth the annoyance. Plus, had he not already
decided on his own to bring you here your clubbing attire would have made the
decision for him. A skin-tight tube dress in his favorite colors: black and
red. He smirks; what else would his girlfriend wear to get his attention? Your
hair is up exposing your slender neck and elegant shoulders. Anyone else would
have probably fallen over in the four inch heels you’re sporting but you’re
nimble and seemingly light on your feet. He doesn’t admit this to anyone, but he loves
your elegance. You always look put together and graceful no matter the
situation and it brings a calmness to him he hasn’t experienced before.

Unfortunately, he’s not the only male here with eyes and he
see those around you staring a little too long, standing a little too close and
nudging one another in daring encouragement to approach you. For now, he stands
his ground; he knows you’re independent and don’t appreciate him exerting his
dominance all the time. But he knows you know that if you really need him, he’ll
be there in a heartbeat.

Out on the floor you’re having a great time with your
friends dancing and laughing, though mixed with the feeling of happiness is a
blending of disappointment and guilt. Tonight was supposed to be all about you
and Taiga reconnecting and having fun but he looked so out of place and
uncomfortable that you took pity on him allowing him to stand on the perimeter
while you danced your feet bloody. Looking up you catch his heavy gaze, the
burning in them making you flush a bit. You’d be lying if you didn’t admit that
you’ve been putting on a little show just for him, always making sure to keep
yourself in his line of sight. If he can’t enjoy dancing with you then he might
as well enjoy watching you dance, right?

Though you realize the flaw in your plan when a much too
friendly hand reaches around to grab your waist. Turning rapidly, you look up
into the face of, you suppose, a handsome man but he’s not your handsome man and is definitely too forward.

Stepping back, you push his hand away. “Excuse me, I’m just
here with my friends. “

He smirks, clearly unaffected by your rejection and steps
into your personal space again. “Oh, come on now, with moves like those do you
really think I believe you aren’t just begging for attention?”

His voice is smooth but it makes you shiver in all the wrong
ways. Stepping back again you bump into someone and apologize hastily.

“I’m just here to have a good time with my friends. Now, if
you’ll excuse me,” you say and turn to head towards Taiga but the man grabs
your arm pulling you back. Just before you’re about to slap him a good one you
feel a strong, familiar presence at your back. Taiga always was quick.

“You have one second to let go of her before you end up on
the floor,” he growls fixing the man with his most fierce stare. For a second
it looks like the guy is going to be stupid enough to try something but
thankfully he releases your arm roughly and disappears into the throng of clubbers.

“You ok?” he asks against your ear and you sigh.

“Yeah, thanks Taiga-kun,” you say and turn to face him.
You’re surprised by the room around the two of you. Then again, Taiga’s
presence is intimidating and no doubt the revelers around you instinctually
give him some distance. Just as you’re about to say you can leave you feel
Taiga’s hands grasp your waist and pull you right up next to him.

His body is hot, burning through his clothing to yours and
you feel a flush start from your feet all the way to your head. The next moment
you’re stunned as Taiga begins to move to the beat, holding you close and
searing you with his intensity. You inhale deeply, wrapping your arms around
his neck and staring into his eyes as the two of you lose yourselves to the
music.

At one point you turn, rolling your hips making him grunt at
the sensual connection between the two of you. His hands aren’t idle, running
up and down your waist, his lips pecking your neck every now and again making
you burn even hotter.

When the buildup becomes too great you grasp his hand,
tugging roughly to lead him off the dance floor to a dark corner of the room.
Turning to face him you lean up as he leans down your lips crashing into one
another in a heat, passion filled kiss. Pulling away for air he rests his
forehead against yours, both of you breathing hard from dancing and that kiss.

Opening your eyes, you meet his gaze again and smile coyly.
“And here I thought you couldn’t dance, you’ve been holding out on me
Taiga-kun.”

Smirking he brushes his lips lightly against yours before
his deep voice rumbles, “Kise isn’t the only one who can learn by watching.”

You giggle and kiss him again. The date may not have started
out the way you wanted but as long as it ended with you here, in Taiga’s arms,
you couldn’t be happier.

Dating Prompt – #56 Poetry Reading – Asahi Azumane

Asahi-kun has been acting nervous all day. Well, more
nervous than usual, fidgeting in his seat and casting glances at you and
blushing for no apparent reason. You have to stifle a giggle when the teacher
asks if he has to go to the bathroom and he turns a deep crimson as he shakes
his head no. When the bell for the end of class finally rings he’s up on his
feet and out the door in a flash.

“What’s up with him?” your friend asks as you shoulder your
backpack.

Normally you would say he was just eager to get to
volleyball practice, there is a big game coming up after all, but his behavior
doesn’t seem to match that. He was definitely affected by you for some reason.
It’s true the two of you have been sort of dancing around one another lately,
your acquaintanceship moving to friendship through after school study sessions
and more recently you’ve been getting the impression that he may like you.
Which thrills you to the core because you really, really like him, but you’re
way too nervous to say anything.

When you reach the exit gates of the school you’re surprised
to see Noya-san holding onto Asahi-kun’s shirt in clear effort to get him to
stay put. The sight makes you giggle as you call out, “Hey guys, what’s going
on?”

Asahi-kun freezes, his eyes widening at your sudden
appearance. Apparently he and Noya-san are in the middle of an argument because
the short libero hisses, “Do it now!” When the ace shakes his head his pint
size friend smacks his arm. “Be a man, or so help me I’ll do it for you, you
big chicken.” Satisfied that his threat carries enough weight on its own,
Noya-san waves to you before jogging back towards the gym.

“Aren’t you going to practice, Asahi-kun?” you ask, unsure
what’s going on with your friend.

“Um, yeah,” he says haltingly scratching the back of his
head, “I, uh, I just wanted to…” he stops, closing his eyes and taking a deep
breath. When he opens then again he meets your gaze and says in a rush,
“Areyoubusyfridaynight?”

“What?” you ask, unable to make out the jumbled sentence.

Rubbing his head he tries again, this time with a deep blush
on his cheeks. “Are…are you busy this Friday night?”

“No, why?”

He looks to the side, mumbling out, “I, uh, was wondering if
you’d like to go to this new little café I found near my house. It’s nothing
big, or anything, just a cool place…I…I thought you’d like it.” He ends his
invitation by finally meeting your eyes again.

You smile and nod. “I’d love to Asahi-kun, should I meet you
there?”

“Um, no, I’ll pick you up,” he says hastily but you frown.
Didn’t he say the café was near his place? What good would it do for him to
come all the way to your place and pick you up?

“Asahi-kun, you don’t have to-“ you begin but he interjects.

“I’d like to _______-chan, it…I’m not asking to just hang
out.” He doesn’t go on, but you’re pretty sure this is a date request.

Smiling again you say, “Ok then, what time will you pick me
up?”

He smiles back faintly, his breathing finally a normal pace.
“Does 7:00 work?”

“That’s perfect. See you tomorrow at school, have a good
practice!” you say cheerily as you wave and walk towards home.

The rest of the week crawls by as you become more eager for
your date with Asahi-kun but you’re trying not to read too much into it too
soon. It may be that he just wants to try this out, see if maybe you’d work as
a couple. The thought is both exciting and scary because what if he realizes he
doesn’t really like you enough to actually date you? Will things be awkward after
this? Your own anxiety starts to creep up but you push it down. Asahi-kun is a
kind boy, he wouldn’t do something like this just to do it, so he must feel
something for you…right?

Finally the night arrives and you’re a jumble of nerves,
your only saving grace knowing that Asahi-kun is probably a bigger mess than
you are. When he arrives promptly at 7:00 and you open the door you see you’re
right; he looks a little pale as he thrusts a small bouquet of white daisies at
you. Taking them to the kitchen you set them in a vase before returning to your
date, finally taking in his appearance. He’s wearing dark denim jeans and black
sweater, but still manages to look absolutely gorgeous.

You walk to the train station to take the line back to his
neighborhood, the two of you finally falling into normal casual conversation
like you usually have because you are friends after all. Once you reach your
destination, Asahi guides the two of you to the café. It’s a quaint little shop
and when you walk in your overwhelmed by the smell of delicious coffees and
baked treats.

The two of you get in line to pick your drinks and food,
Asahi-kun adamantly insisting he pay since he asked you to come and what
gentleman wouldn’t pay for his date’s food? Once you have your items the two of
you sit down at a quiet corner table, talking in low tones about this, that and
the other, but he’s beginning to look nervous again, his eyes continually
straying over your head. When you turn to see what he’s looking at all you can
see is a clock on the wall. Is he hoping the date will be over soon? You
thought you were both having a good time.

When you turn back around he’s got an odd look on his face
but before you can ask what’s wrong you hear someone clearing their throat over
the sound system. Turning back around you see someone dressed all in black
talking. “Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to open mic night. Most
of you who are planning on sharing tonight have already signed up but if you
have something you’d like to contribute our sign up is at the back. Now,
without further ado, our first amateur reader tonight is Azume Asahi.”

Your eyes widen till you think they’ll pop out of your head
as polite, quiet applause accompanies Asahi-kun while he makes his way to the
front of the room. The lights are dimmed in the main area, a spotlight fixed on
a stool and stand next to the now open mic. You had no idea Asahi wrote
anything outside of school work and poetry no less.

Turning your chair around you fix your eyes on him. When he
gets settled he lifts his gaze and focuses solely on you. Slowly it’s as if the
rest of the room completely disappears and it’s just the two of you here in
this moment. Your heart is pounding with anticipation and a little nervousness
on his behalf. Who knew the timid ace wouldn’t have stage fright?

He takes out a piece of paper from his jacket pocket,
unfolding it. The creases show he’s had this for a while, folding and unfolding
it over and over. Clearing his throat, he says, “This is entitled “The Hero”
and it’s dedicated to ______-chan.” You inhale sharply as he begins to read.

The Hero

Fear has been my constant companion

I look both ways twice and then again

Risk is hard, it makes my chest ache

Taking a chance, my knees will shake

People don’t seem to understand

You can’t tell all by a person’s hands

Ridiculed for my stature and age

It just felt easier to remain backstage

But then you came around and shown your light

You’re a brave new world that I can’t fight

In the midst of your torrent, you still bring me peace

You make me feel confident, assured and at ease

I know it’s supposed to be the other way around

But I believe a hero in a woman can be found

And you are mine, though you’ve never known

You’ve taken my hand and helped me up off the ground

I can never repay you for the kindness you’ve shown

Your care and consideration are gifts of value untold

So here is my heart, to have and to hold

He ends with a sigh, a weight seemingly lifted from his
broad shoulders. As the audience claps you feel tears trailing down your
cheeks. Asahi-kun reaches your table, his face full of concern at first but
when you smile he returns it. Without a word you stand up, throwing your arms
around his neck and hugging him fiercely. He returns the embrace, his strong
arms tight around your waist and the café erupts into larger applause at your
display. Ignoring your fiery cheeks and butterfly filled stomach you pull back
and look up into his face.

“I accept,” you say making him smile widely. Leaning down he
gives you a sweet, chaste kiss on the cheek, so very Asahi-kun. When he goes to
pull away you place your hands on the back of his head pulling him until your
lips meet. You can feel the flush of his face but you don’t care; he’s yours
and you don’t care who sees it.

Date Prompt #24 – Clubbing/Dancing – Ushijima

“But mom! Why do I have to go?” you whine. Mother fixes you
with her sternest glare, placing hands on her hips to let you know she’s
serious.

“Because the Ushijima family is very influential, we need to
get into their good graces,” she answers with a huff.

Rolling your eyes, you storm upstairs to look at the dress
she’s picked for this debacle you’re being forced to go to. Every year a large
gala is thrown by some of the top families at Shiratorizawa Academy for the
upper classman; their version of an elaborately over done prom you suppose. You
never thought it possible you would ever go period, let alone now as a first
year. And with Ushijima Wakatoshi of all people! The biggest stick, no, trunk in the mud you’ve ever met! You
just can’t understand his appeal to the girls in your group. Granted the boy is
handsome, but he’s silent, morose looking, and eats, drinks, and most likely
sleeps volleyball.

And of course your family would be the type of
traditionalists who adhere to the line of thought that daughters do and say
what they’re told to. Overall, things haven’t been so bad, but once your dad
heard who was asking to take you (and was smart enough to ask him and not you) there was no getting
out of the evening.

Entering your room your eyes fall on your bed, upon which
lies a rather beautiful gown. It’s a-line with a v-neck, the shoulder straps
covered in faux diamonds which match those around the waist. Picking it up you
find the back is lace with a delicate u-drape of fabric. The skirt is flowy but
not too wide, the color a rich, plum color. In a box you find a pair of low
heeled silver shoes. Trying on the dress you gasp. Even you have to admit you
look good!

Mom comes in and claps her hands. “Oh honey, you look
beautiful! Here, let me help you with your hair and makeup.” Without much
choice in the matter she sits you down at your vanity, primping, curling,
painting and manipulating your face and hair to just how she wants it. When
she’s done your hair is in an elegant up-do, a beautiful diamond (real this
time) hair pin tucked in the back. She’s accomplished a subtle fresh look for
your face, but opted for a deep bold burgundy lipstick. You’re surprised your mom
would choose such a color. Flushing a bit when you look in the mirror you can’t
help but smile at her in the reflection of the glass.

“That’s my girl,” she says before a knock at the door draws
her attention away. “And that much be your handsome date, I’ll get the door
dear. Wait here a minute, you must make a good entrance.”

You snort as she leaves; sometimes she can be so silly but
you love her anyway. From downstairs you hear Wakatoshi’s deep voice resonating
as he greets your mom in short simple syllables. Suddenly, you’re really
nervous. You’ve been so caught up in the preparation and fun girly time with
mom that it completely left your head why you’re even doing this. Swallowing
down your nerves you step out of your room and head towards the stairs just as
your mother is calling up, “______-chan! Ushijima-san is here!”

Taking a deep breath, you carefully navigate the
stairs, managing to not fall by keeping your eyes on your feet. When you
finally reach the ground floor you look up, just barely managing not to gasp.
Standing before you is Ushijima and he looks good. You’ve only ever seen him in his school uniform or once in a
while his volleyball one. This is the first you’ve ever seen him in “real life”
but it feels like a fantasy.

He’s clad in a black tuxedo with royal purple shirt
and white tie. In his hand he holds a corsage of white lilies.

Mom clears her throat, reminding you that you really
should stop staring and say something. Bowing slightly you say, “Good evening
Ushijima-san.”

“Good evening, ______-san, thank you for
accompanying me this evening,” he replies though his face is as expressionless
as ever. Either he’s not as impressed with you as you are with him, or he
really isn’t able to remove that look from his face.

After some awkwardness of getting the corsage on
your wrist and begging through clenched teeth for your mother to stop taking
pictures, the two of you make your way outside. You’re not surprised to see a
limo, the driver standing beside the back door, opening it as you approach. He
takes your hand guiding you in and you scoot further across the seat as
Ushijima follows you. The door shuts and when the driver takes him place up
front you’re on your way.

Unsurprisingly the ride there is silent, you looking
out the window and your date staring straight ahead. You’re fairly sure he
wants to be here about as much as you do and so try not to begrudge him too
badly. When you arrive to the hotel where the gala is being hosted the driver
opens the door allowing Ushijima to exit. When you scoot over and extend your
hand out for assistance you’re surprised to find it’s the stoic male and not
the driver who has taken it to help you out. An unexpected blush floods your
cheeks at the contact.

He shocks you further by wrapping your arm through
his, leading you to the entrance. Seems he’s been more trained than you
previously thought, not that you’re exactly a debutant. You still don’t
understand why out of all the girls, particularly rich girls, he could have chosen he picked little ol’ you.

When the doors open your eyes widen; everything is
covered or made of glitzy silvers, golds and ambers. Ushijima guides you to the
main ballroom. The moment he lets you go, numerous girls flood around him
asking all sorts of inane questions. Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you
make your way to the drink and hors d’oeuvres table. Grabbing a plate and a cup
you fill up since you’ve not had dinner.

Finding a quiet corner table, you sit down and eat
your snacks, observing Ushijima dealing with his sudden fan club. You snort to
yourself thinking how awkward he looks, knowing that if Oikawa were in the same
position he’d have the lot of them blushing and giggling in no time. He appears
to be looking around and when his eyes land on you he stops. Without preamble
or explanation, he guides himself through the throng of estrogen and reaches
your table.

“Why did you leave?” he asks sitting down.

You smirk. “Didn’t want to get in the way of your
fan club,” you respond cheekily. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he
was annoyed with you at leaving him alone to deal with that.

His next statement confirms it. “Why do you think I
asked you to come to this? To avoid, that from happening.”

Your eyes widen slightly. “Um, sorry I guess,
usually when guys are flocked by beautiful girls they don’t complain too much.”

“I don’t appreciate cheap flattery and fake
niceness,” he replies looking back across the dance floor at the girls now
glaring at you. You could care less. It’s not like you’re friends anyway.

Shrugging your shoulders you offer an olive branch
in the form of a mushroom stuff with toasted cheese. “Hungry?” you proffer. He
nods, plucking the fungus from your fork and popping it in his mouth. The action
makes you laugh.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothing, just…never mind, it’s really nothing,” you
giggle. He looks at you with the same stone expression but his eyes seem to
have warmed slightly.

Eventually the two of you finish the plate of food together,
all in silence. You’re surprised to feel so comfortable with it, and him, so
quickly. Glancing at the dance floor again you can’t stop a sigh from escaping
your lips. There are numerous couples twirling and swaying about in a
traditional waltz. Dance has been one of your hobbies since you were a young
girl and you’ve always dreamed of being in a place like this, wearing a dress
like the one you are and dancing the night away with a handsome prince.

Casting side eyes at your date you chuckle to
yourself. Ushijima may be handsome, but a prince he is not. And that’s ok,
really, but still it would be nice…

Your thoughts are cut off when he stands up.
Thinking he’s about to go get a drink or something you don’t look up but are
startled when his hand extends into your line of vision. You look at it and then
up at him, floored to see him with his other hand behind his back, his waist
bent in a slight bow as he silently asks you to dance.

Taking his hand, he easily lifts you out of your
chair and ushers you to the dance floor. Turning you around, he places one
large hand on your waist, the other still holding your hand and guiding it into
position. With a short nod he indicates he’s about to start and off he goes,
leading you in a perfectly timed waltz, falling in line with the circle of
dancers already present.

Round and round he guides you, his hold firm but
gentle, his eyes never leaving your face to look at his feet; he knows exactly
what he’s doing.

You’ve never danced with someone outside of your
classes and feel your nerves begin to take over. You stumble a bit on your
dress but he holds you up, effortlessly turning your fumble into a slight dip
before bringing you even closer to himself. Leaning down he says in your ear,
“Don’t over think it, follow my lead.”

You nod in understanding, the rest of the dance
going off without any further issues. At the conclusion of the song you and the
rest of the dance floor occupants clap in appreciation to the musicians.
Thinking the moment over, you turn to leave but when the next song starts you
feel yourself pulled back into Ushijima’s arms. At your look of surprise he
offers, for the first time ever, a slight smile. You understand a little bit
more girls’ attraction to this boy.

For the rest of the night the two of you are lost in
your own world of dancing. It’s a means of communication you’ve always heard of
but never experienced because most of the partners you’ve had always either
tried to be too smooth or were too nervous, constantly talking or stammering
away. But with Ushijima, it’s easy and surprisingly fun.

On your way home, you manage to get him to open up a
little when you ask about volleyball. When you ask about where he learned to
dance he replies simply, “Refinement courses.” You can’t hold back your giggle
and see another hint of a smile quirk his lip up. He’s been a perfect gentleman the whole night
and you’re thrilled to have been given a glimpse into another layer of
Ushijima.

When you reach your home he again exits the car and
helps you out, leading you to your front door.

“I had a good time tonight,” he says simply.

“I did too, thank you for requesting me.” You
curtsey with a giggle.

He bows in good nature of your playfulness and says
goodnight.

The next day on your locker is a white lily and a
note:

I really enjoyed our time together. Go out
with me again?

–
Wakatoshi

You smile, sliding the note into your bag. Later
that afternoon you make your way to the gym, taking a seat in the bleachers to
watch Wakatoshi practice. When he sees you, he jogs over during a water break.

“Is this a yes?” he asks and you nod. “Good, wait
for me. I’ll take you out when I’m done here.” You nod again and he runs back
to hit more spikes.

Aomine – Drabble Prompt #12 – “Say it!”

Aomine knows, not too deeply down, in fact, he’s quite sure
he’s being irrational. But no matter how hard he tries he can’t shake the
feeling that something is going on
between you and Kagami. Ever since he introduced the two of you (what possessed
him to do so he’ll never know) you’ve been hanging out more and more, doing
things together that he, quite frankly, doesn’t have any interest in.

At first, it was great. Instead of bugging him to death to
go to a cooking class or volunteer or whatever whim you’d picked up that week
you now had Kagami to drag along with you. And, being the lazy ass he is,
Aomine’s been grateful to have a substitute for those things. But now…now
you’re hanging out at his apartment…alone…when you were supposed to be with
him.

Not that you exactly know
you’re supposed to be with him, because Aomine doesn’t communicate what he
wants very well. He knows this about himself and yet for so long you’ve
intuitively known what he needs or wants that he just got used to you almost
reading his mind. Until you started hanging out with Kagami. It’s not enough
that the red headed bastard beat him at his own game but now it seems like he’s
moving in on another territory of his: you.

His phone is gripped in his hand as he stares at your
number. If he clenches any tighter he’s sure he’ll crack the screen. Taking a
deep breath, he hits your contact to call you.

You answer on the second ring, no doubt concerned because he
almost never calls, opting to text
more often than not. “Hey Daiki-kun,” you say, voice holding a tinge of
confusion, “what’s up?”

“When are you coming home?” he asks without preamble. You’re
surprised again. Usually he just waits until you come home and crawl in bed or
on the couch with him. His tone warns you that he’s upset but you’re not sure
why.

“Um, I don’t know, maybe a couple hours? Kagami-kun and I
just finished dinner and we were going to watch a movie with-“

He doesn’t let you finish, snapping out, “You’ve been over
there all damn day!” Which is Aomine code for, “I miss you, but I won’t admit
it.”

Taking a deep breath to calm your racing heart you say,
“Yeah, I know, sorry, time just sort of got away from me. Do…do you want me to
come home?”

“Tch, do whatever the hell you want,” he says bitterly and
hangs up. Throwing his phone against the bed he flops down on it and covers his
face with his hands. That was not how
he’d wanted that to go and yet he allowed his temper to get the best of him
again. He knows he should calm down, he really does want to talk to you when
you get home to try to sort this out but the more he thinks about all the
possibilities of what’s happening at Kagami’s the more and more angry he gets.

Back at Kagami’s you grab your jacket, shrugging it on. Your
friend looks at you with concern in his eyes.

“Everything ok, ______-san?” he asks as you pick up your
purse.

“No, Kagami-kun, I think Daiki-kun is upset with me for
staying over here so long,” you reply giving him a sad look.

“What? Why the hell would that be? I mean, it’s not like we
haven’t hung out before!” he says heatedly.

Patting his shoulder, you smile weakly. “You know how he can
get. I’ll go home and get this all sorted out. Tell Kuroko-kun I’m sorry to
bail before he gets here. Enjoy the movie.”

As you move to leave, he places a hand on your shoulder.
“Text me and let me know what’s going on, ok?” You nod and he releases you
allowing you to exit.

When you get home Daiki-kun is sitting on the couch, staring
at the TV but it’s not on. You takeyou’re your shoes and coat, setting your
things down before you slowly make your way towards him. As you round the edge
of the couch you can see his face is set in a harder frown than usual. He’s
really angry and the look in his eyes when he looks at you makes you gulp.

“So, decided to finally come home huh?” he asks lowly.

“Daiki-kun, what’s wrong?”

You’re not prepared for the simple question to result in a
torrent of angry words.

“What’s wrong?! What’s wrong?
Oh, I don’t know _______-chan, could it be that my girlfriend seems to want to spend more time with another guy
than with me? And not just any guy, my
rival?!” When he stands up you move away, a bit frightened of his
intensity. You’re sure he won’t hurt you, but his volatile behavior is making
you nervous.

“What are you talking about-,” you begin but he cuts you
off, slamming his hand against the wall you’ve back into and staring down at
you with fierce eyes.

“Just say it!” he
commands.

You look at him in confusion, tears stinging the edges of
your eyes.

“Say what?” you whimper.

“Just say you’d rather be with him than with me!” he shouts.

There’s silence for a moment before you push him away from
you and storm towards the door.

“That’s right, go running back to Kagami, I’m sure he’ll be
waiting for you with open arms!” he yells as you hurriedly put on your shoes
and coat. Grabbing your purse, you rush out of the apartment and down the
stairs, finally allowing your tears to fall.

Back in your shared dwelling, Aomine punches the wall hard
enough to make a hole and his knuckles bleed. When he finally calms down enough
to think rationally again he feels almost ready to cry for the first time in
years and possibly the first time over a woman. The very thing he was trying to
avoid, he has been the cause of. You’re back with Kagami, and now not even
Aomine can blame you if you decide to stay there.

Aomine – Drabble Prompt #59 – “I’m yours”

“What’s the big idea
and just who the hell do you think you are?” you say angrily to the tall blue
haired male in front of you.

Aomine glares down at you, his arms crossed and face stern.
“I don’t like it when guys flirt with you like that,” he says firmly.

Your blood boils; how dare he! Like he’s one to talk! You
have to put up with all his fan girls fawning over him, some faking being your
friends to try to get to your best friend. “Daiki, that isn’t for you to
decide! I don’t get in your way when
it comes to dating, so why are you getting in mine?”

He strides forward but before you can back up his hands are
on your arms gripping you tightly. With a heated look he states, “Because
you’re mine, ______-chan.”

Before you can retort he kisses you firmly, stealing your
breath. When he pulls back he murmurs against your lips, “Don’t you get it? I’m yours. I always have been.”

Hi! Can I request some headcannons for Wild Card Wednesday? What would Kuroko and Oikawa do for their fem!S/O’s birthday? It’s actually my birthday today and when I saw this I freaked. I’m also sorry in advance if this doesn’t follow your rules, I tried to read them but it wouldn’t let me. SFW and NSFW if it’s okay.

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday
dear anon, happy birthday to you!

I’m sorry this took me all day to get to but I have a job
and adulting responsibilities that take up ALL MY TIME!!! Anyway, I hope you
had a most splendid day and YES you followed my rules perfectly.

Enjoy!

Oikawa

SFW

Lots of spoiling from this boy. He’s sure to tell EVERYONE
it’s your birthday and to make sure wish you a happy one.
Gets you the perfect gift because he’s very observant and
notices when you look at something with longing in your eyes.
Makes sure his fangirls leave you the hell alone or there will be hell to pay!
Cuts his practice time in half because he can’t wait to take
you out to celebrate (and take you home to continue).

NSFW

Usually a teasing brat with an orgasm denial kink, he
forgoes that part of his personality in favor of giving you exactly what you ask for.

But you have to ask for it.

“Come on, ____-chan, I can’t give you
what you don’t ask for”. OK, so maybe he’s still a tease.

However, when you do he aims to please and please he does. Kissing, massage, oral, rough fucking? Whatever you
want, it’s all on the menu tonight till midnight. When the clock strikes twelve
he’s back to himself; not that you’re complaining.

“I don’t think you’ve come so many times in one night, I
hope you liked all my birthday presents,” he murmurs against your flushed,
sweat soaked skin.

Leaves you boneless and breathless, his aftercare also top
notch.

“Just lie there and relax,” he commands, going to get water
and whatever else you need to replenish your energy

Kuroko

SFW

He’s the perfect person to throw you a surprise party
because he gives away nothing.

Taiga offers his place but you’re still unsuspicious because
Kuroko is an alarming convincing liar.

“I just need to pick up a book,” he explains as you enter
the building.

Upon entry, you’re flabbergasted by not only the entire
Seirin basketball team being there but also the GOM and a few of your friends.

“Surprise!!!” they all shout and you almost fall over,
Tetsuya being there to catch you.
“You little liar,” you murmur against his hair but he just
smiles.
“You should have picked up on it when I said I needed a book from Kagami-kun.”

NSFW

Slow, sensual and thorough sex is the agenda, Tetsuya taking
his sweet time with you, giving gentle, barely there kisses until you’re
tugging him roughly by the hair.

“Patience, ____-chan.”
“It’s my birthday,
Tetsuya-kun, time for me to unwrap my favorite package.”

Upon reminder that it would be best to give you what you
want on your special day, he complies, though he’s not a rough sex kinda guy;
he just ups the pace a bit to your level.
When you’ve been satiated, he draws a bath for the two of
you, settling you between his legs and massaging your shoulder all while
placing delicate kisses to your skin.
You end the night back in bed, both sans sleep clothes, and
fall asleep in one another’s arms.

“Happy birthday, _____-chan,” Tetsuya whispers, kissing your
cheek before succumbing to slumber himself.

Character drabble number 3 with takao pretty please :))

Kazunari Takao Prompt #3: “I’m not jealous”

Walking through the arcade, Takao’s smile is wide and
bright, his hand clenching yours tightly. You shoot a sidelong glance at him,
giggling at his eager disposition.

Spying a basketball shooting game, he tugs you towards it, ignoring
your groaned protests.

“No fair! You can’t pick something you have such an
advantage in!” you whine when he steps up to the line.

“All’s fair in love and arcade wars babe,” he
replies cheekily, inserting both his and your player cards.

The machine clamors to life as you both pick up a ball.
“Loser gives the winner a hand massage,” he announces and you roll
your eyes but then focus on the challenge ahead.

Two minutes later, it’s over score 20 to 30.

“I can’t believe I won!” you exclaim happily.

Takao grumbles something about it being harder because the
basketball is weighted differently and the hoop distance isn’t the same.

“Ah, don’t be jealous that I’m a better shot than
you.”

“I’m not jealous!
I’m just stating the facts.”

You laugh, pecking your lips against his pout which melts it
away into his normal grin.

“Guess it’s not all bad,” he admits.
“Besides, now I can tell everyone my girlfriend is a damn good shot!”

Heelllooo!! If you still have slots open, can I have Moriyama and his s/o attending a summer festival please~? can you include them visiting several stalls and watching the fireworks at night? Uwaa (/▽＼) sorry I’m such a constant requester here but I love your writings too much ❤❤

Hello sweetie! Don’t apologize for requesting! It’s requests that
keep blogs alive so I definitely appreciate you giving them! And thank you for the
compliment on my writing, it means a lot to me. Thank you for your patience
waiting for this, I’m sorry it took so long.

As you walk up to Moriyama in your traditional yukata he exhales a
long breath; you look so lovely in that color, its hue setting off the sparkle
in your eyes. He’s glad to see you’ve opted to wear your hair up seeing as he
enjoys looking at and stealing little touches of your elegant neck.

The sight of your boyfriend dressed in the grey yukata you hand-embroidered
with an orange lining makes you smile.

“Ready to go?” he asks offering his arm and you giggle as you take
it, the two of you strolling slowly through the ever-thickening crowd.

Your eyes dart this way and that, trying to take it all in; the
sights, the sounds, the smells! Everything is so festive and brightly colored
it makes your heart feel light to be surrounded by it all. Not to mention you’re
reveling in the time you get to spend with Yoshitaka. You feel a squeeze
against your hand and look at him.

“Enjoy it so far?” he asks with a smile.

You nod enthusiastically. “I’ve been looking forward to this all
year! I can’t believe it’s already time!” you exclaim happily.

Nearing the shop booth line, you squeal out at all the cute items
people are selling. Moriyama loses his grip on you as you fly towards a booth
selling figurines of your favorite anime, eyes shining with excitement.
Chuckling, Moriyama watches as you gingerly pick up one and then another,
taking in their detail. Sighing, you turn away, expression slightly wistful.

“What’s the matter?” he asks concerned; you looked so happy a
second ago.

“Nothing, Yoshi-kun, I just wish I made a lot more money at my
part time job. They have one of the figures I need to complete my collection
but it’s too expensive.”

He doesn’t say anything, just gives your hand a squeeze and tugs
you towards more booths. The next you stop at has intricate masks for sale and
you ask the keeper all about their process, fascinated that they are able to
make them look so lifelike. Moriyama, for the most part, just follows where you
lead. It isn’t that he doesn’t enjoy this, but you’re much more into it than he
is; at least when it comes to shopping.

As the two of you round another corner the scent of fried foods
and searing meat hit your nostrils making both of your mouths water.

“Let’s get something to eat, I’m starving,” Yoshi comments and you
nod.

Soon you’re holding a kabob in one hand and a frozen chocolate
covered banana in the other while Moriyama opts for an order of takoyaki, proffering
one to you on his fork. You take the fried octopus from him, almost moaning at
how good it tastes. For dessert, his first and your second, he orders taiyaki,
the little fish shaped pastries making you squeal with how cute they look.

After your meal, Moriyama leads you to the game booths, offering
to win you a stuffed plushie of one of your favorite anime characters. He succeeds
in the ring toss easily, handing you the prize which you hug with gusto before leaning
up and kissing his cheek. Feeling a blush cross his face, he grips your hand a
bit tighter, but his smile is more pronounced.

The rest of the day goes by in a blur of walking around until
eventually he leads you back to the first stall you stopped at and purchases
the figurine you wanted despite your protests. As you head to the grass to
stake a claim to watch the fireworks you sigh happily; the day really has been
perfect.

Sitting down, Moriyama leans against a rock and draws you to sit
between his legs. The position is rather intimate giving your surroundings but
he doesn’t care, he loves having you in his arms and wants to enjoy the
fireworks this way. Idly playing with your hair that has since come down as the
day wore on, the two of you discuss the upcoming school year and his basketball
schedule.

With a resounding boom, the first wave of fireworks cascade across
the night sky and you jump, your reaction making Yoshi laugh at you a little.
But he hugs you tighter to himself, chin resting on your head as you watch the
colorful display. Shifting his head, he looks at your face, loving the look of
awe upon it. Leaning forward, he pecks your cheek then whispers in your ear, “I
love you.”

Turning to face him, you plant a long, slow kiss on his lips.