A Takeda scenario please~~! With s/o who is was angry at him for forgetting their anniversary due to much work and that he is also planning to propose to her. can the whole team help him in doing the proposal?

This came out really long but I hope you enjoy it! LOTS of fluff!

Takeda inhales a sharp breath. The moment he sees you his
memory finally kicks in to realize he’s committed one of the worst dating sins;
he forgot your anniversary. You don’t say a word, you don’t have to. The weight
of your stare from across the polished floors breeds tension in the room that
even the most oblivious of the volleyball idiots can sense.

“______,” begins Takeda.

“Don’t,” you say putting up your hand.
“Just…don’t.” Turning on your heel, you exit before the first of many
tears to be cried tonight falls. Takeda moves forward but stops in his tracks
when you shout over your shoulder, “And don’t follow me!”

There’s silence in your wake, none of those left behind sure
what to say to their dear sensei. They don’t know what happened but it’s clear
he made a mistake and a grave one at that. But he’s amazing; shouldn’t all his
good outweigh one bad move?

“My apologies,” Takeda says turning back around,
“um, let’s get back to work I suppose.” The team tries to regroup but
are distracted with concern for their advisor.

“Sensei, are you ok?” Hinata can’t help asking.

“Tch, it’s obvious he’s not,” sneers Tsukishima.

“Alright guys, take a lap to warm back up. Daichi, get
their heads back on straight,” Ukai orders.

“Hai!” responds the captain, ushering the team
outside.

Now alone with his friend, Ukai scratches the back of his
head and shifts his feet. “You, uh, wanna talk about it?”

Takeda smile is dull, a deep sigh pushing out the words of
his mistake.

“Welp, not surprised she’s upset but I mean, everyone’s
allowed one royal screw up, right?”

“I think this is heavier than that, Ukai-kun.”

The coach shrugs, thrusting his hands in his pockets. A beat
of silence passes then Takeda is speaking again. “I don’t mean to put her
on the back burner, I just get so focused with work and the team! She’s really
the most important person in my life. I… I want to ask her to marry me.”

Ukai’s jaw drops slightly; he’d no idea things had gotten
this serious between the two of you.

“You should sensei!” shouts Noya startling them
both. As the group surrounds them he adds, “We’ll help you!”

“Noya, you really shouldn’t-” begins Asahi.

“No, I think it’s a great idea. She really loves all
of you,” Takeda says smiling a bit wider. “And I’ll take all the help I
can get.”

The next morning you’re at home, eyes red rimmed and puffy.
You know Ittsetu would never do anything to hurt you intentionally, but it’s
hard not to feel a bit heartbroken to have been forgotten so easily. No, not
forgotten, more like overlooked but it stings all the same. A knock at your
door brings you out of your haze, hand rubbing your eyes in attempts to gain
clear vision again. When you open it, you’re surprised to see Yachi and Shimizu
on your porch.

“Good morning, _____-san,” Shimizu says politely while Yachi
just waves, her body quivering a bit but you can’t tell if it’s trepidation or
excitement; with this girl, it could be anything.

You offer a watery smile. “Good morning girls, is there
something I can help you with?” Then, your face bears concern as you ask
hurriedly, “Is something wrong? Did something happen to Takeda-sensei?”

“No, no,” Shimizu assures quickly shaking her head, “That’s
kind of why we’re here. We just wanted to make sure you were ok.”

“Oh, you two are very sweet,” you reply with a sigh. “I…I’m
sure he and I will work it out. You didn’t have to come all this way just for
that!”

“We…we were hoping maybe…maybe we could do that girls’ day
thing you mentioned!” Yachi says. “You know? To help cheer you up?”

“Oh, I don’t know…” you begin trailing off when you see her
expression drop. Perking yourself back up, you force a smile. These girls took
time out of their day off to try to help you feel better and you’re not going
to let their efforts be wasted. “You know what? You’re right! It’s the perfect
day for girl time!” Yachi lets out a yelp of encouragement while Shimizu smiles
softly. “Come in,” you continue drawing back from the threshold to allow them
entrance, “I just need to take a quick shower and get dressed, then we can go.
Did you have anything in mind?”

“We have a few ideas,” Shimizu says kindly as she takes a
seat on your couch.

“Ok then, you girls figure out the details and I’ll be back
in a jiffy.”

Fifteen minutes later, you’re dressed in one of your favorite
dresses, hair up and light makeup in anticipation of the heat of the day.

“Ohhhh, you look so pretty!” exclaims Yachi covering her
mouth.

“Thank you, Yachi-san,” you reply picking up your purse. The
next minute the three of you are outside headed to the train station. “So,
where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” the girls say together making you laugh.

The train ride is pleasant, filled with gossip about the
boys and you and Shimizu gently prodding Yachi to make a confession to Hinata.
It’s plainly obvious the two of them like each other and even though they’re so
young, you can’t help but be swept up in the memory of high school love. The
thought brings your own man to your
mind and you consider what to do about your current situation. You love Ittsetu
with all your heart and were of the mindset that he felt the same way, but now
you’re not so sure.

The train arrives to your stop and the three of you exit.
You get a few feet ahead of the girls before you realize they’re no longer
right behind you. Turning around, they’re standing next to one of the platform
pillars, smiles on their faces. Walking up to them, you ask, “What’s the hold
up?”

“We owe you an apology,” Shimizu says handing you an
envelope. “This was never about spending time with us, but we hope you’ll
forgive us the small deception.”

Confused, you open the envelope and find a note inside:

My dearest, ______, by
now you should be standing if not exactly at least near to the place you were
the first time I ever laid eyes on you. Your beauty took away my breath but
when you looked at me I couldn’t meet your eyes. It would take me months to finally
work up the nerve to even speak to you. But I’m so glad that I did. You are so
much more than just a pretty face, but yours is the only one I want to look at.

–
Ever your
captive, Ittsetu

When you look up, there are already tears brimming in your
eyes as you search for your beloved. “He’s not here, but this is your next
stop,” Yachi says handing you another ticket. The girls wave as you get back on
the train.

The next stop is one you know well since it leads to the
first place Ittsetu took you on a date. As you round the corner of the little
side street, you’re surprised to find Narita and Kinoshita seated at one of the
outside tables of the bistro.

“Good morning boys,” you say kindly, “you’re out early.”

“Good morning, _____-san,” they say together, both of their
voices a little shaky.

There’s a beat of silence before Narita is reaching under
the table and pulling out a bouquet of the same flowers Ittsetu gave you on
your first date while Kinoshita hands you another envelope and offers you his
seat to read it. You sit down, setting the flowers upon the table so you can
properly hold the paper.

Darling ______, the
stop was probably enough to give away where you’d end up next. This place will
always be ours, much as I hope you’ll always be mine. Whenever I catch wind of
these flowers, I’m reminded of you but their scent pales in comparison to the
natural sweetness that is your essence. When I breathe you in, you give me
life.

–
Intoxicated
by you, Ittsetu

Your smile is bigger now, letter clutched to your chest.
Silently, Narita hands you another ticket for which you thank him before
heading back to the station.

Again, the train whisks you away and again you smile widely
as it pulls to a stop. Exiting, you know right where to go, the park a quick five minute walk away. Looking at the top of the hill, you see four figures in
the distance but you don’t have to get close to know who they are.

Hinata is bouncing on the balls of his feet while Kageyama
and Tsukishima argue about you don’t know what. Yamaguchi has a sweet blush on
his cheeks as he hands you a box. Opening it, you find a tube of lipstick which
surprises you until you read the accompanying letter.

My star, you’re now at
the spot we shared our first kiss. I think the only other time I have been that
nervous was when I got my first kiss ever in junior high. But kissing you was
one of the most significant things to happen in my life, even if I did get
teased relentlessly by my fellow coaches and advisors for having a smear of
your lipstick on me. This will forever be my favorite color because it always
reminds me of that first kiss.

–
Willingly
marked, Ittsetu

“Here you go, ______-san!” Hinata exclaims loudly, shoving a
ticket into your hand.

You giggle, patting his head in thanks, before giving a wave
to the rest of the boys and taking your leave. Upon the train, you sigh softly;
Ittsetu may have made one of the biggest errors ever, but he’s definitely making
up for it now.

Another stop, another memory, this time in the form of the
place where you first told each other “I love you.” Now expecting to see
familiar faces, you grin widely at the sight of your two favorite misfits; Nishinoya
and Tanaka. The left winger spiker and libero rush over to you, eager to get
their gift and letter into your hands.

“Open it!” Tanaka says excitedly while Noya nods
enthusiastically.

Chuckling, you do as bidden, revealing a beautiful sterling
silver locket but instead of heart shaped, it’s fashioned to look like a book.
Opening it reveals a picture of you and Ittsetu at a faculty Christmas party,
both you dressed to the nines.

Every day a new
chapter of our lives is written and I cannot express the joy I have in my
heart that our stories are now intermingled. You enrich my life with color and
substance but ground me to the things that are most important. I never want to
part from you.

“This is your last stop,” Noya says giving you another
ticket. You kiss both their heads bringing furious blushes to their cheeks.

Exiting the train at your final destination brings you face
to face with the third years, each of them smiling warmly as you approach.

“Good evening, ______-san,” Sawamura says.

“Hello boys,” you reply. “I have to admit, I’m stumped on
this one, must be a new thing Takeda-sensei has in mind.”

“Always so perceptive,” Sugawara comments with a grin.

“Co…could you come with us, please?” Azumane asks quietly.

You nod, beginning to walk forward but Suga puts up his
hand. “Ah, ah, you have to put this on first,” he says handing you a blindfold.
You frown and pout playfully but tie it around your head obediently. The three
boys usher you slowly and carefully to wherever it is Ittsetu wants them to
take you.

“Ok, _____-san, here’s a seat for you,” Sawamura says
helping you to sit down. “Just wait here,” he adds then steps away.

It isn’t long before you feel movement near you and you just
know it’s Ittsetu.

“Ittsetu, can I remove this now?” you ask fingering the
blindfold.

“Yes,” he answers, voice a little rough with emotion.

Pulling away the fabric, you blink to gain your vision back
then gasp as you take in the sight of a huge oak tree lit from base to almost
its top with fairy lights. You’re seated at a table for two but Ittsetsu is
kneeling on one knee…oh god…

“______,” he begins taking your hand, “today you went on a
journey of our firsts. And now, I hope to make one more first,” he opens a
small box, ring gleaming inside, “and a last. I want you and only you by my
side until I leave this world. Will you…will you marry me?”

“Oh Ittsetsu, of course I will!” you cry, flinging yourself
into his arms. He holds you tightly, face buried in the crook of your neck
which he peppers with kisses.

“I’m so sorry for hurting you. I promise, I won’t ever do
anything so stupid again,” he breathes against your ear.

“It’s ok, I forgive you,” you reply hastily, pulling back
before moving forward again to plant a long kiss on his lips.

“I’ll take that as a sign she said yes.” Ukai’s voice snaps
your attention to the base of the tree where all the team begin to emerge with
tables, chairs and food; all the makings of an engagement celebration.

“Wait, where’s Ennoshita? He’s the only one I didn’t see
today,” you ask looking around.

“I’m here,” he says stepping out from his hiding spot. “I’ve
been following you the whole day documenting your trip. I’ll have the video put
together by the end of next week. Only,” he looks at Takeda, “Sensei, could I
have your permission to use it for my art school submission when I graduate
high school? I have a feeling it will be my best work yet.”

“Of course,” he answers quickly then looks at you, “Only,
that is, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind as long as we’re the first to see it,” you
reply and the second-year nods.

“Alright, then, let’s get on with the celebrating!” Ukai
calls.

“Whoohoo! I’ve got the sake!” Saeko cries making herself
known as she sets up drinks and food.

The rest of the evening is spent surrounded by the team
who’ve in the past year become like a makeshift family to you and Ittetsu and
as you watch them all interact with one another, you just know these bonds,
like the one you will make with your fiancé, will go on forever.

Hello dear~ Aone is a minor character right?? May I request a scenario where he tries to comfort his gf who is agitated/upset that people keep telling her to smile and to not look so cranky, when in fact she basically just has resting bitch face? (She actually hates when people tell her to smile) also this is totally not based on real life events, nope nope~ please make extra fluffy :)

Oh my dear, I love this gentle
souled giant SO MUCH! Thank you for requesting and I hope this makes you smile!

“_____-chan, why don’t you smile more? You know you’d look so much
prettier if you do.” You knew your best friend was just trying to help, but how
could that not be taken as a backhanded compliment?

“Really, ______, you have so much to be happy about, why do you always
look so glum?” If your mother was trying to encourage you, she failed miserably
only adding to your feelings of frustration.

“Geez, bad day?” a random classmate asks as you take your seat.

That was it. “No! It’s not a bad day, or a bad life, or a bad
anything!” you shout before you can think better of it. “Maybe I just have a
bad face!” There’s stunned silence around you but before anyone can say anything
else you run out of the room, Aone looking after you with a concerned frown. He
gets up, trailing behind you quickly and easily covering the distance thanks to
his long limbs.

He takes your hand, tugging you down a flight of stairs and under
it. You’re trying not to cry but failing miserably and he knows you’re embarrassed
so he sits on the ground and tugs you into his lap, allowing your arms to wrap
around him, your face buried in the crook of his neck.

“Why can’t people just leave me alone?” you mumble. “It’s
not like I’m doing it on purpose! This is just…my face!”
As you cry harder, his
embrace tightens, a deep rumble of disapproval at your predicament emanating
from his chest. Aone has never been one to speak a lot of words and can only
hope you understand how he feels through his actions.

After a few minutes, you quiet down with the only evidence of your emotional outburst being tear streaks on
your cheeks and the damp spots on his shirt.

“Why are people so judgmental?” you mutter.

Aone shrugs. He’s no stranger to people’s misplaced perceptions.
Truthfully, he’d been a little intimated by you himself when you first met but
he’d quickly learned how kind and compassionate a person you are, especially
when you were willing to sit next to him when no one else word. Over time, you’d
coaxed him out of his shell, never pushing him but rather waiting for him to open
up on his own. It’s one of the many things he loves and admires about you.

You inhale a deep breath, finally looking up at him, lips curling
into a soft smile at the look of concern on his face. “Sorry,” you whisper, “I
guess I’m just being a big baby.”

“Don’t apologize for how you feel,” he replies, large hand cupping
your cheek. “Just remember that you’re beautiful in every way, no matter what
anyone else says.”

You always bottle up Aone’s words like gifted treasure and these
sparkle like so many diamonds and rubies. A wider smile erupts on your face and
you lean up, kissing him gently. Locking lips with you never fails to bring a
blush to Aone’s cheeks but he bears the weight of possible embarrassment for
the privilege of your intimacy.

“I love you,” you say softly and he offers a small smile of his
own before he’s the one kissing a blush onto your cheeks.

Im not sure if i submit this on time but may i have Mayuzumi having his teen daughter brought home her new bf? Thank you

You did dear and thank you for requesting. I’m sorry this took so long, I hope you like it!

“Now remember dad,” your daughter says evenly, “you hafta be
nice.”

You hide a smile behind your novel as your husband lowers
his to meet Illyria’s eyes. His expression remains neutral, almost
disinterested but you both know better; the poor boy coming to dinner tonight
will not be given an easy time of it. Chihiro, after a moment’s stare, returns
to his reading earning a huff from your daughter and an amused chuckle from
you.

“Mom! Don’t encourage him,” she whines.

“I’m doing nothing of the sort,” you reply though your tone
holds mirth.

The kitchen timer sounds signaling the conclusion of your
casserole’s baking time. As you rise to remove it from the oven the doorbell
rings.

“I’ll get it,” shouts Illyria.

“Go help your mother,” orders Chihiro shutting his book as
he gets up.

“Dad, I got-“

“Now,” he cuts in firmly.

Illyria lets out a long-suffering sigh before stomping into
the kitchen after you. Chihiro waits a moment then heads to the door. Opening
it, his eyes narrow fiercely; there’s only one person whose son this could be.

“Good evening sir,” begins the red-haired boy, “my name is-
“

He’s interrupted by a curt, “Good bye Akashi.”

Beyond the slammed door, Akashi Hayato hears his girlfriend’s
high-pitched squeal of protest and swallows the lump in his throat. His father
had warned him the evening would probably not go smoothly. Gathering his
gumption, he strides in when Illyria opens the door, determined to do his best
in a bad situation.

At least you like
his father.

I’m pretty sure Yamazaki (KnB) counts as a minor character. Could I get a scenario with him and his s/o going on a date where things just seem to go hilariously wrong for him all day?

He totally counts as a minor character! And I’m sorry this
took so long and is so short but I just couldn’t get my brain to come up with
enough humor for a whole day date. I hope you still like it!

Yamazaki just had a feeling today was not going to go well. He
should have listened to his gut and just stayed home but, and he’ll never admit
this out loud, the pull to see you is just too strong. He’s been extra busy
with practice, Hanamiya really being a slave driver and, another admission that
rarely leaves his lips, he misses you.

But now, stuck near the top of the ferris wheel in the
middle of a sweltering summer day, he really wishes he’d not given into your
insistence to ride the damn thing.

“Shit, when the hell are they going to get us down?” he
grumbles looking over the side to the workers on the ground.

“Just be patient, Hiroshi, I’m sure we’ll be moving soon,”
you reply. “What, are you afraid of heights or something?

“No! It’s fucking hot is all and I wouldn’t be surprised if-
What the fuck?!” His last words are roared out as frigid, sticky slush descends
from above covering his head, neck and chest dying them a temporary hue of
bright green.

You’re stunned to momentary silence before erupting into
fits of laughter. “Well,” you snort, trying to catch your breath, “at least now
you’re not hot anymore.”

“Shut up,” he hisses, glaring daggers at the cart above you.
They better get you moving fast, because Yamazaki is about to climb the rigging
to beat the snot out of the punk who doused him.

[Minor Character Monday] Hyuga Junpei being comforted by his female friend after he was rejected by Riko. How would she help him to pick up and move on? How would she divert his attention? What if he really had feelings for her, but they were hidden because he thought she was taken?

Aw, you chose one of my fave babes! Thanks for the request!

Riko stands momentarily frozen, her eyes wide open. Slowly
her hand covers her mouth, a delayed effort to hide the shock she feels.

“Say something Riko,” Hyuga pleads gruffly.

“I…Junpei…I’m sorry but…I can’t return your feelings,” she
whispers, eyes brimming with tears. She swallows once, taking a deep breath.
“Teppei and I…we’re giving it another try.” She reaches out as Hyuga turns to
leave, his face flushed in embarrassed frustration. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell
you sooner, it just…it happened after he got back from the hospital. We…I…I
didn’t know.”

“You have nothing to
be sorry for. It was…my own misunderstandings about what there is between us
that led to this,” he says, walking out before she can say anything further.

From down the hall, you see him exit the trainer’s room and
reach up your hand to wave but just before you call out a greeting you see his
face and stop cold; clearly things did not go well with Riko. Shouldering your
bag, you hastily cut through the crowd of students now making their way to the
cafeteria and their favorite eating spots for lunch. Hyuga jumps slightly as
you take his arm, leading him away from the crowds to your own secret spot
behind the groundskeeper’s shack.

“Ok, spill it,” you say looking up at him.

“_____-chan, I don’t really feel like talking,” he says
frown deeper than usual.

“Tough, I’m one of your besties, and you need to get this
out so do it,” you retort.

Hyuga looks at you with hard eyes but you don’t even flinch.
Sighing, he runs a hand through his hair, dropping his head and your gaze. It
will take more energy than he has to continue arguing with you so he snaps out,
“She rejected me, ok? I confessed and she rejected me! Happy?”

“Of course not Junpei,” you answer quietly.

He lets out a frustrated huff as he turns his head to look out over the expanse of the baseball field.
“Sorry,” he mumbles, “I…I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine, you’re hurt, I understand,” you interject
quickly. After a beat of silence, you ask, “Did…is she with Kiyoshi-san?”

Hyuga whips his head back to face you, eyes wide. “Did you
know about them?”

You shake your head fervently. “No! No, not at all but I do
know they have a history and, well, that’s the only reason I could think of for
her to reject you.”

“There’s probably a dozen other reasons too,” he grumbles
but is startled when you clamp your hands on his cheeks and make him look you
in the eye.

“Not true, you’re wonderful, Junpei, a girl would be lucky
to have you. Riko isn’t stupid, so if she said no, Kiyoshi is the only reason
why.” You pause, taking a deep breath. “Are you going to be ok?”

“Of course,” he says quickly.

“No, I mean, you already hold a ridiculous grudge against
him for some reason so I’m sure this is only going to add fuel to that fire.
The team needs their captain to be able to lead all of them, so I’ll ask you again; are you going to be ok with
this? With them?”

Hyuga doesn’t know what to say, everything is still so raw
but he does know he appreciates your concern as annoyed as he is by the whole
situation he now finds himself in. Closing his eyes, he places his hands over
your own and says, “I don’t know yet.”

“Fair enough,” you say removing your hands. Hyuga finds he
enjoys the lingering warmth they’ve left.

The bell rings signaling the end of lunch but before he can
walk away you ask with giddiness in your tone, “Hey, you wanna get outta here?”

Hyuga’s eyes go very large. “You want to skip the rest of the day? Are you
insane?”

“Maybe, but that’s beside the point. You need to get away
from here, take a break. Just…come on!” you insist, grabbing his hand and
tugging hard to lead him towards the school gates and because Hyuga would
rather not make a scene while playing
delinquent, he adheres to your insistence and follows you out. His apprehension
lasts all the way down the street, but your wide, bright smile and the shine in
your eyes quell it, if only slightly.

The two of you head to Maji Burger because it’s the closest
place to get food which both of you did not have during the lunch hour thanks
to your “talk”. Hyuga says, “Grab a seat, this is on me.”

“Absolutely not! The broken hearted do not buy their own
junk food. You sit down and I’ll treat!” you insist pushing him into
the nearest booth. He grumbles at your manhandling making you giggle before
your form moves away to the counter to order. You’re back quickly with to-go
bags.

“What’s this?” he asks cocking an eyebrow.

“You need a distraction, so we’re going to my place to watch
an absolutely fabulous and funny anime series I just started that I know you’re going to love! Come on!”

Groaning, Hyuga stands, shouldering his bag and your own
despite your protests. You walk quickly to the station, the stop for your house
not too far away and before long Hyuga finds himself collapsed on your couch
watching a surprisingly good show and inhaling his food because he’s starving
by this point. Your laughter rings out repeatedly, commentary pouring out
around your full mouth because you’ve already seen the first six episodes.

He watches you with a bemused face, appreciative that you’ve
taken the time and effort to make him feel better. And it’s then he realizes
that he actually does; he feels better. The cracks in his heart are less wide,
the tightness in his throat has been relieved and the ache in his head is
soothed; all because of you.

“Hello? Earth to Junpei, you in there?”

Your voice startles him out of his haze and he shakes his
head. “Sorry, guess I zoned out there for a minute,” he mumbles looking back at
the TV.

“It’s ok, I can only do so much to distract you. It will
take some time,” you say patting his knee, “but you’ll get over it.”

He nods absentmindedly before clearing his throat and
asking, “I, ehm, I’ve been so busy lately we haven’t had much time to talk. How’s
that guy from the baseball team?”

“What guy?” you ask stuffing a piece of chocolate in your
mouth.

“You know, the guy you’re dating or whatever,” he says
confused.

“I don’t know what rumor mill you subscribe to, Junpei, but
I’m not dating anyone from the baseball team. I’m not dating anyone at all,
actually,” you reply with a shrug.

This knowledge brings more comfort to Hyuga than he really
thinks it should. Now is most definitely not the time to say anything, but the
little flutter he feels when your hand brushes against his as you reach for the
popcorn bowl in his lap is reason enough for him to get his head together.
Tomorrow, he’s going to make amends properly with Riko and Kiyoshi. While he did have feelings for her, they were
apparently not as deep as he thought and he can only feel grateful that Kiyoshi
had already filled the spot he’d intended to take; how much worse would it have
been if she’d said yes and he only realized
afterwards how much he actually likes you?

I love the imagine you wrote with aomine dry humping reader! It was so good T_T Could I maybe get a similar one but with Haizaki? Thank you! You’re amazing!

Thank you anon, I’m glad you enjoyed it! I hope you like
this (lots of creative license taken in regards to the car choice of course but
that just adds to the fun!)

When Haizaki first got his El Camino you thought it an
over-sized gas glutton. How could he want such a wasteful vehicle? When
questioned, his says with a gleam in his eyes, “What guy wouldn’t want a
car with a literal bed built in?”

Now, straddle above him under the black of night, waves crashing
not too far away, you’re beginning to see the benefits of his choice in
transportation. Especially when he grinds his clothed erection against your
rapidly dampening panties beneath your skirt.

“Ha..Haizaki,” you moan.

“Tch, glad to see you’ve come around.” He flips
your positions, pressing you none too gently against the haphazard pile of
pillows strewn on the bed of the car. “Then again I’m always glad to see
you come.”

He grinds down sending shock waves of pleasure through your
body making you gasp. Your hands clutch his shoulders, fingers digging into the
material of his shirt. When he moves his hand to start undressing you, you
whisper harshly, “No! Please, Haizaki, don’t stop.”

His grin is feral, body descending to fully cover yours.
Latching his mouth against your neck, he sucks hard bruising the skin and making
you writhe up against him.

“What’s this? You want me to make you come in your
clothes?” His lips move to your ear, hot breath panting against sensitive
nerve endings. “I knew you were a dirty girl, look at you letting me make
a mess of you like this.”

Your only response is a guttural moan when he presses his
throbbing, jean encased dick harder against you. Your breaths blend between
your mouths amongst hot, wet kisses. Heat begins to build from your insides
out, the friction of the cloth surprisingly erotic.

Haizaki can’t believe how undone you are, cursing and
moaning, clasping onto him in what feels like desperation. But he’s always been
a selfish bastard and much as this is turning him on, it’s not enough.

His movement startles your eyes open. “Haizaki,
wha-”

“I don’t want to come in my pants,” he growls,
shucking his jeans down till they’re around his ankles. He rips off your
panties, the smell of your sex hitting him like a baseball bat to the head.
Shoving into you quickly he grunts, “I want to come in you.”

Your breath catches in your throat from his rough entry but
the pain is fleeting giving way to pleasure when he pulls back and slams in
again at just the right angle. He pushes your skirt up till it’s bunched around
your waist, eager to touch your naked flesh. His digits burn against your skin,
gripping tight enough to brand you with the evidence of his embrace.

“Fucking hell,” he hisses between his teeth which
next latch onto your throat.

A pillow slips away during his frantic movement leaving his
knees to press against the harsh metal of the car bed but he ignores the pain,
it’s nothing compared to the feeling of being buried in your heat.

“Haizaki,” you whimper, inner walls clenching and
he knows you’re close.

“Not yet baby,” he orders pistoning harder. You
groan loudly, thankful for the distance between yourselves and decent society,
the crash of the waves hopefully drowning your cries. “Shit,” Haizaki
mutters,“ you’re squeezing me so tight. Fuck, I…I’m almost-” his
words cut off with an animalistic growl as he comes hard deep within you. His
hand snakes between your bodies, firmly pressing against your clit and
swiveling fast.

“That’s my bad girl,” he coos mockingly,
“come for me baby, I wanna hear you scream!”

“Haizaki!” A rush of wet heat hits his hand as
you finally reach sweet relief, his loose soft hair gripped tightly in your
fingers.

You’re both panting heavily, clothes bunched and mussed. He
kisses you lazily, smirking against your mouth. “Bet you don’t hate this
thing as much, huh?”

You shake your head slowly, eyelids adhering to the call to
close. Haizaki somehow finds the strength to pull up his pants, sliding the
belt into place before lying next to you once more.

You have bruises on your neck and hips while he’s sporting
his own on his knees but you both don’t mind the reminders of your nights of
passion.

It’s just one of the reasons why you’re so perfect for him.

Hiya! :3 Can I please request a song fic for Kuroo x fem!reader? The song is Somewhere only we Know by Keane, the reader is leaving for a year because she’s a exchange student. If possible do fluff, angst and nsfw (all of them hehe) I hope I don’t bother you and that the rules are Ok, thanks in advance sweetie and congrats reaching 1.000 ❤

Thank you for the congratulations and for requesting my favorite
cat captain! And it’s never a bother hearing from you all, I love the requests
I receive and you followed the rules perfectly. Also, this ended up hella long
so I’m putting it under the cut. I hope you enjoy!

Somewhere Only We Know by Keane – Kuroo

The first time Kuroo saw you, he was distracted. He was running
late for practice and had to sprint across the campus in order to get the gym
even remotely on time. Just as he exited from the overhang of one of the
classrooms, a startled, “Look out!” drew his attention. With his quick
reflexes, he was able to dodge whatever it was that landed in the place he was
formerly standing. Looking up, he caught sight of your blushing face, a
confused scowl on his own.

“What’s the big idea tossing things from there!” he shouted up and
you blushed further.

“So…sorry, senpai,” you stammered out, heart hammering in your
chest.

From beside you a fellow underclassman explained you were
conducting the “egg drop” test for your science class. Reaching down, Kuroo
found the object for which all this trouble, and his now being late to
practice, had caused. It was an orange wrapped snuggly with a rubber band.

Looking back up at you, he smirked. “Looks like you’ll get a passing
grade,” he supplied then took off again as he tossed it back up to your
position. You fumbled a bit but caught it, eyes chasing after his tall form as
he ran.

As he left, Kuroo gave you one last consideration: you were cute.
How had he not seen you before now? But the answer supplied itself as he
entered the gym; once focused on volleyball everything and everyone else faded
into the background.

I walked
across an empty land

I knew the
pathway like the back of my hand

I felt the
earth beneath my feet

Sat by the
river, and it made me complete

The second time you ran into each other, he was on his way home on
the train, eyes fixated on his failed test. Overall, his grades were decent but
falling behind was not an option; his mother had already warned one more failed
class and she’d pull him from the team. Grumbling, he didn’t notice you take a
seat until the train lurched and you crashed into him, body unprepared for the
shift of the car.

“I’m sorry,” you cried out hastening to move away from him.

His eyes landed on you, widening a bit when he realized you looked
familiar. Suddenly it came to him. “You’re the orange drop girl, aren’t you?”
he asked.

Blinking at him, you managed a small shy smile, nodding slightly.

Looking down, you saw that his paper had fallen to the ground
during your impact and trying to be kind, you picked it up. Your eyes couldn’t
stop from reading the page, a crimson flushing across your cheeks as you
realized he probably didn’t want anyone, let alone a stranger from his school,
seeing it. But you also couldn’t help noticing he was struggling in a subject
you were quite astute in.

Before you thought better of it, your lips were moving. “If you
need help in this subject, I could tutor you.” A deep flush overtook your face
but you forced yourself to meet Kuroo’s eyes.

His face spoke of incredulity and he was seconds away from turning
you down. Honestly, the last thing he wanted to admit was that he needed help
but he was running out of time and focusing on school was getting harder the
closer and closer they crept towards Nationals.

Extending his hand, he replied, “Ok, orange-drop girl, show me
what’cha got?”

You shook hands, offering, “It’s l/n, f/n, in case you were
wondering, Kuroo-senpai.”

He chuckled. “Sure, _______-san.”

Oh, simple
thing, where have you gone?

I’m
getting old and I need something to rely on

So tell me
when you’re gonna let me in

I’m
getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

His first study session with you proved a challenge because he
couldn’t focus. His phone was constantly going off with questions from the team
not to mention other groups he was involved in projects for. Normally a focused
person, Kuroo found it very difficult to give his full attention to the subject
matter mostly because his lack of understanding it frustrated him. He was
tense, eye brows furrowed but no matter how hard he tried, everything you were
saying didn’t make sense.

“You know, I think this is just a waste of time,” he muttered.
When he saw your face flush he hastily added, “Your time, not mine. I just
don’t get this crap.”

You were silent for a moment, weighing how you could help him. You
weren’t even fully sure why you’d offered on the train, it just sort of fell
out. But you could stubborn and knew if you could just get him to focus he
would do fine. Nodding your head once, you stood up. Kuroo didn’t bother to
look up, partially ashamed of giving up so quickly so he started a bit when
your hand grasped his firmly and tugged.

“Come on,” you nodded your head in the direction of the bedroom
door before grabbing your bag and heading out.

Curious, Kuroo began to follow but you threw back over your
shoulder, “Bring your study material.”

He huffed in vexation but figured if he drug you out here on a
Saturday the least he could do is follow your instructions. Grabbing his
backpack, he stuffed the books and papers in haphazardly and pursued you.

You made your way to a little known park hidden behind an
abandoned apartment complex. “So what is this?” he asked as you rounded the
building.

“It’s where I used to live when I was a kid but the building’s foundation
was set in soft soil so it was condemned.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said awkwardly.

“Don’t be, it’s not like I’m broken up about it,” you offered
kindly. “But the one thing I did miss as I was growing up was this park.”

“Yeah, it’s really nice,” he observed, “Especially for not being
kept up.”

“It’s kind of wild now, that’s why I like it,” you confessed.

“So you like things wild, huh?” he teased. By now you were used to
his antics and so just rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t stop a heated flush
from creeping up your throat.

Nearing a giant tree the center of the park, you pointed up.
“That,” you said looking over your shoulder at him, “is my sanctuary. I’ve
never shown this to anyone since coming back so I’d appreciate it if you kept
it to yourself.”

Kuroo’s eyes grew wide at the sight of the monstrous tree, a
seemingly well-built treehouse secured among it’s strong branches. As you
reached the trunk, he looked about. “How the hell do you get up there?” he
asked bewildered. “Don’t tell me you climb it!”

“Scared of heights, Kuroo-kun?” you teased.

“No, but I do have a healthy respect for gravity and this trunk
looks a little steep,” he retorted.

“Oh ye of little faith,” you smirked.

Kuroo could definitely say he’d rubbed off on you. You were much
less prone to behaving shyly around him and for some reason it made him happy.
He watched as you reached into what looked like a solid branch only to find you
could put your hand into it, a rope the reward of its hidden compartment. A
firm tug resulted in a wooden ladder descending from the branches above. With
steady hands and feet, you shimmied up the swaying apparatus with ease. He
swallowed thickly, nerves almost getting the better of him but he couldn’t back
down now!

Much slower than you, he climbed rung after rung until he reached
the top. As he settled against the ground of the treehouse you pulled back
curtains to reveal a grand view of the park.

“This is where I come to relax mostly but every so often I use it
as a haven where I can fully focus on the tasks I have. Cell reception is
pretty much nill so I kind of give into the fantasy that I’m
somewhere…magical.” Your cheeks erupted in vibrant red at your confession and
Kuroo’s slight chuckle.

“Well, it certainly is interesting, I’ll give you that,” he
commented. Looking back at your face, he smiled sincerely and you felt your
heart leap into your throat. “Either way, thanks for sharing this with me. You
didn’t have to do this.”

“I know,” you whispered pulling a blanket from your bag that you
always carried, “but you need help and I…I want to help you.”

As you settled down, he joined you, unpacking his books, notepad
and pens. Taking a deep breath, he said, “Well, let’s not make it a wasted
trip, eh?”

You smiled widely and nodded, pointing out where you’d left off
and proceeded to continue with the tutoring.

I came
across a fallen tree

I felt the
branches of it looking at me

Is this
the place we used to love?

Is this
the place that I’ve been dreaming of?

Each session after the first improved, Kuroo feeling he was
finally getting a grasp of the material. You didn’t always need to go to the “secret
forest” as Kuroo called it but whenever he felt especially pent up, he’d ask
to go there. Occasionally you couldn’t join him but gave him directions so he
could find his way there on his own. “Just don’t take any girlfriends there,”
you teased, “it’s a sacred place.”

He’d laughed. “Tch, like I have time for a girlfriend.”

He didn’t notice the look of sadness in your eyes.

Eventually, it was time for Kuroo’s make up exam and he nailed it
with a B+. He was so happy he ran to find you in the quad, throwing his arms
around your waist and spinning you around thanking you for your help. But as he
set you down, the realization that his success meant the end of his need for
tutoring with you caused an unexpected bolt of disappointment to hit him. He
liked spending time with you…a lot. You weren’t just a tutor, you’d become a
friend to him and if he were honest, something much more than that. With a
nervous flutter in his heart he said, “Come out and celebrate with me.” You
accepted, a dusting of pink on your cheeks giving him hope that maybe his new-found
affections weren’t one sided.

The first date, unofficially as it may have been, went well. You
were already used to each other, had already spent so much time getting to know
one another that it felt natural to be out just the two of you. For all intents
and purposes, the time should have felt like any other when you were together
but somehow both of you knew this was a big deal, that something was shifting
in the tone of your relationship. It was an interesting position for you both,
the idea of something more both enticing and frightening because if it didn’t
work you ran the risk of ruining a good thing.

However, when Kuroo took you home that evening, he felt a tremor
of nerves hit him as he looked in your eyes and neither of you could deny any
more that you felt more for each other than friendly affection. Taking a leap
of faith, Kuroo asked with all the confidence he could muster, “______-san,
would you…would you like to go out with me again some time?”

You nodded enthusiastically making him chuckle. Kuroo found he
really wanted to kiss you goodnight but refrained, both from timing and his
heart pounding so hard in his chest he was sure you could hear it. So he
settled for squeezing your hand, backing away with a genial wave before turning
around and walking in the direction of home.

Oh, simple
thing, where have you gone?

I’m
getting old and I need something to rely on

So tell me
when you’re gonna let me in

I’m
getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

That date turned into another, which turned into another until
Kuroo was counting down the days until he could see you outside the confines of
school. But the times were getting spread out more and more the larger his
responsibility to the team grew. It came to a head one week, when he was so
busy he’d barely had time to talk to you let along go out. As much as he wanted
to go to Nationals, he found himself longing for just one day off to rest, one
day to catch his breath, one day to spend with you completely alone. He knew,
however, that was a pipedream for the time being.

Hiding his trepidation as much as he could, he took your hand
after school one day and said, “______-chan,” the use of your first name
startling you, “I…I know I haven’t had much time to spend with you, so asking
this now may seem odd. But, would you…would you be my girlfriend? Even if we
can’t be together all the time, I’d like to know that wherever you are…you’re
mine.”

He could see the shock in your eyes at his confession but the next
moment you’d flung your arms around his neck in a fierce embrace and gleefully
accepted his confession. Kuroo had never felt so lighthearted in his life.
This…this is what he was missing, someone to call his own.

And if you
have a minute, why don’t we go

Talk about
it somewhere only we know?

This could
be the end of everything

So why
don’t we go

Somewhere
only we know?

It should have come as no surprise to him that you would prove to
be a near perfect girlfriend. You never complained about his schedule,
explaining that you too were constantly busy and had been feeling bad about not
being able to commit more time to him as well. When you were able, you came to
see him at practice, catching snippets of his time during water breaks to chat
hurriedly about each other’s days. The team, of course, teased their captain
about his new lady friend, but he didn’t care; you were his and that’s all that
matter to him. As often as possible, you came to his games, cheering loudly for
him and the rest of the cats to do their best.

One night during dinner, Kuroo’s mom asked how you were and he
smiled brightly, telling about your success in one of the essay writing
contents you’d entered and the fact that you’d brought him a homemade bento to
practice the previous night. As she listened to him talk, Kuroo’s mom could see
intense adoration, maybe even love, burning in his eyes. With a gentle hand and
even gentler voice, she urged him to be careful with his heart.

“She’s great mom, she’s not going to break my heart,” he insisted
but she persisted.

“Tetsurou, I know with the responsibility you both bear you feel
like you’re already adults, but remember; you’re both still so young. A lot can
happen between now and graduation.”

But he wouldn’t listen, couldn’t believe that someone so perfect
for him would be the cause of pain. Sure, you had your arguments and
disagreements, what couple didn’t? But at the end of the day you were still the
only one he wanted to talk to, needed
to talk to at least once to feel like it was complete. So he kept on going,
falling deeper and deeper for you until the only word left to describe it was
love.

He should have known to listen to the wisdom of his mother.

Prior to his final exams, Kuroo had been approached by a prestigious
college in Tokyo offering him a full ride volleyball scholarship. He was beyond
the moon with happiness because it meant he could stay at home, play the game
he loved and still see you as you finished out your third year.

He sprinted to your house, lost for breath as he rapidly told you
what had happened.

You listened silently, gripping his hands tightly with your eyes
shining with excitement on his behalf. But when he mentioned hopes to be able
to see you more often due to a less strenuous schedule he saw your face fall.

“What? What is it?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.

You shuffled your feet, eyes landing on the ground. A gentle tug
against your chin brought your face back up and Kuroo was startled to see you
holding back tears. “Babe, what’s going on?”

Sniffling you replied, “Um, about my third year, I made it into
the foreign exchange program.”

Kuroo felt like he’d been punched in the gut. He of course knew
about the program, it was something you’d talked about before the two of you had
gotten together. At the time, he’d been a bit sad at the prospect of you
leaving but that was before he’d fallen in love with you. And truthfully, he’d
assumed when you’d gotten together you would have forgone applying. He’d
feigned encouragement at the time you had, ashamed but unable to deny he’d
hoped perhaps you wouldn’t make it in, that the slots would fill, that
something would step in to stop you from going.

But no, the fates were cruel and you were leaving while he would
be here, alone without you. He shook his head, trying to shake himself into
sensible thinking. You’d done nothing wrong, you were following your dream just
as much as he would have done so were the tables turned. That didn’t stop the
sting he felt, the heavy weight of disappointment weighing down his heart.

“Kuroo-kun, say something,” your soft voice pleaded.

He blinked, roused back to the present and looked at your
intertwined hands. Giving them a squeeze, he pulled you in close, tucking you
easily beneath his chin and holding you tightly. “Congratulations,” he
whispered and felt your arms close around his waist in a vice like grip. You
held each other in silence, you soaking his shirt with your tears and his
sliding down his cheeks. This wasn’t going to be easy but he knew he couldn’t
let you go, at least not permanently.

Oh, simple
thing, where have you gone?

I’m
getting old and I need something to rely on

So tell me
when you’re gonna let me in

I’m
getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

From that day on, you and Kuroo spent as much time together as you
could. He would even go so far as to sneak out of his house, shimmy up the tree
outside your bedroom window and crawl in to sleep with you through the night,
always making sure to leave an hour before his mom’s alarm was set to go off.
In all the times he stayed with you, he never once tried to go further than
just sleeping but as the time for your departure drew closer, the temptation
grew stronger.

The days after Kuroo’s graduation were great because he had more
time to spend with you. Bitter sweet as leaving his high school team had been,
he knew he had a lot more work ahead of him with the new team so he focused all
of his attention on you as much as possible.

The night before you were scheduled to depart found you tangled up
in Kuroo’s embrace, limbs intertwined as he kissed you with passion. His hands
wandered shakily under your shirt, the feel of his palms scorching your skin as
he touched you.

A breathy, “Kuroo, wait,” fell from your lips as his trailed down
the side of your neck in sloppy, open mouth kisses. You pushed on his shoulder,
making him lean up to look down at you, eyes hooded and breath panting. “We…we
shouldn’t do this, not now.”

“Please,” he begged, nuzzling your nose and squeezing his eyes
shut, “I just…I need you so bad. Don’t you want this with me?” He opened his
eyes, cupping your face as he confessed, “I love you, _______.”

“Kuroo, I…I love you too, but…I don’t want our first time to feel
like…like we’re doing it to say goodbye,” you sniffled.

He clenched his teeth, fighting back a wealth of frustration at
this whole situation. His blood felt like it was on fire, his adoration for you
burning him from the inside out and for the first time in a long while he felt
a red, hot anger accompanying it.

When he didn’t speak you went on, gently touching his cheek with
the backs of your fingers. “Just…hold me tonight. I told my mom I was staying
here because I won’t see you for a year. When I get back…that’s when we can.”

Sighing, he laid back down, face buried in the crook of your neck.
“You won’t forget me, right?” he mumbled against your skin and you couldn’t
help the smile on your face.

“Of course not, you dork,” you admonished playfully slapping his
back. “I love you too much.”

To say time became a paradox for the both of you would feel like
an understatement. Somehow, your days apart went both quickly and terribly
slow. Kuroo finally figured it out one night, six months into your parting. The
days were fast because they were full of the busyness of life; volleyball
practice, classes, games, visiting friends when he had time, studying. But it
was the night, the quiet times miraculously not filled with obligations, where
he felt your absence the strongest. He could only speculate that the difference
between now and how things were in high school for the two of you was the fact
that he had no ability to see you in person. He couldn’t hug you, kiss you,
ruffle your hair, tickle you, fall asleep next to you.

Your relationship became centered around Skype calls and text
messaging and Kuroo could only be thankful he’d not been born in a time where
snail mail was the only option and even then, there was no guarantee a letter
would reach one’s loved ones.

He found it ironic that he longed for high school again, that it
felt simpler then because at least you were here.

Oh, simple
thing, where have you gone?

I’m
getting old and I need something to rely on

So tell me
when you’re gonna let me in

I’m
getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

Late one night, when Kuroo couldn’t sleep, he found himself wandering
the city in a mindless haze. His brain was going what felt like one hundred
miles per hour. Sighing, he decided to make the trek to the secret forest,
hoping the walk and being in a place that reminded him so much of you would
help calm him, even if it did sting to be there without you. It took him about
an hour to reach it but he climbed the ladder, sat down and stared out the
window at the stars.

He thought he heard movement from below but equated it to random
wildlife that had taken over the area. However, when he heard the creak of wood
and squeak of the ropes he flew to the hatch opening and looked down. From
below, he watched as a figure made their way up the ladder. Frowning, Kuroo
turned on his flashlight, shining the beam down and asked roughly, “Who’s
there?”

When your face came into view his heart almost stopped. What were
you doing here? A large smile split your face, your pace increasing to reach
him faster. As you neared the opening, Kuroo leaned down, grabbing your
forearms and hoisting you the remaining two feet easily. He collapsed backwards
pulling you on top of him, hands flying to cup your face.

I came
across a fallen tree

I felt the
branches of it looking at me

Is this
the place we used to love?

Is this
the place that I’ve been dreaming of?

“Wha…you…why…” he couldn’t get his brain to form a question due to
his shock of you being here so randomly.

“I came back tonight, my program ended early and I wanted to
surprise you,” you replied.

He didn’t answer, just pulled you roughly down to crash your lips
against his, tangling his fingers in your hair. An appreciative sigh exited
your nose, ghosting over his face warming him. He rotated, slamming the hatch
down to fully cut off the world but never broke the kiss. Hands wandered under
your shirt, cold fingers making you hiss but you wanted him touching you.

Kuroo released you to gather a breath but kept his face close,
unwilling to spare any distance if possible. Eyes shining with unshed tears you
looked up at him with such a look of pure love and longing it made his heart
dance. “Kuroo, I want to be with you,” you said and he groaned low in his
throat. Sitting up, he leaned against the wall tugging you into his lap,
quickly shedding you of your shirt. The night air made you shiver but the feel
of his heated skin when his own shirt was pulled away felt like heaven.

He kissed your neck with soft, teasing lips, savoring the taste of
you, relishing in the feel of you against him. “You really want to do this
here?” he asked breathless when your own mouth descended to his throat.

“I can’t wait to go back home, please Kuroo,” you panted.

He nodded a few times, lifting you up so he could stand and remove
his pants. Thankfully in the days of your coming here together, he’d been smart
enough to leave a plastic tub with a blanket and pillow for the times either of
you needed to stretch out comfortable, usually right next to each other.
Quickly he set them out and when he turned to find you completely naked he felt
himself firm up completely.

Moonlight struck your skin illuminating it to an almost ethereal
glow. He tore off his boxers, laying down on the ground to protect your body
from its firmness with his own. With arms outstretched, he beckoned you to lay
atop him which you did without hesitation.

His hands were everywhere, touching, caressing, molding your
flesh. He couldn’t get enough of your lips despite his desire to kiss you all
over your body. This wasn’t how he’d imagined your first time being, having
always believed you be in a warm comfortable bed with more solid walls and no
draft. That he could take his time worshiping your body. But at the same time,
it felt right to do this here, where the beginning of your relationship really
took place.

So he kissed you and touched you, receiving your returned
attentions with guttural grunts and low sighs. He prepared you as best he could
given the conditions, but you assured him you didn’t care, all you wanted was
to finally be with him, to be united in body as you were in heart and soul.

When he entered the depths of your being, you cried out in
momentary pain but his surprisingly skillful hands turned the tide towards
pleasure fairly quickly. The movements were awkward and slightly painful but
the joy of finally being together in every sense of the word overrode your
discomfiture.

And when you finally reached your peak, shrieking into the dead of
the night Kuroo lost himself and came too, spilling deep in your body.

“I…I’m sorry,” he panted, “I just…couldn’t…hold back.”

You leaned down, kissing him softly and assured him he did everything
you wanted and more. “I’m on the pill, it’s ok,” you advised and he felt
tension leave his body.

Snuggling you close to his chest, he kissed the top of your head. He knew you
couldn’t stay there, the cold of the night bound to make you both sick if
you did, but he remained still just a little bit longer, savoring the feel of
you being in his arms and the comfort of knowing he’d never have to let you go
again.

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Actions vs Words – Mitobe Rinnosuke

You thought you could handle the silence. But over time it
became heavy instead of peaceful, you felt awkward instead of comfortable and
ignored rather than heard.

“You love me, right?”

His eyes go wide, head nodding furiously in affirmative
response to your question.

“Then why don’t you say it?”

When Koga opens his mouth, you hold up your hand. “He’s
a grown man, let him speak for himself.”

Mitobe stares at you for a moment then reaches and touches
your face. His thumb ghosts over your cheek back and forth but he still doesn’t say
anything. A raise of his eyebrows has yours furrowing in frustration as a sigh
escapes your lips.

Pulling away, you shake your head. “That’s not enough
anymore Rinnosuke. I’m sorry.”

Weeks go by and the silence is still there but now there’s
no accompanying steadfast presence to go with it. You figure someday you’ll be
ready to try again with someone new but for now, even though it was you who
pushed him away, you miss Mitobe so much.

After two months, Koga can’t take it anymore, storming up to
you and saying without preamble, “Do you know why he accepted your
chocolate and reciprocated on white day? It wasn’t just because he thought you
were cute. It wasn’t because he felt obligated. It’s because he could tell you
actually liked him and weren’t just playing a game! Weren’t betting to see if
you could get him to talk!”

You feel your breath get caught in your throat, tears stinging
the edges of your eyes.

“You were the one girl in this whole damn school who
cared about him as he is with no ulterior motive. And he’s suffering now! He
loves you so damn much and he’s withering away without you! Whatever happened
to ‘actions speak louder than words’?! How can you not have seen how much he
cares?” He points to a door. “Go on the roof! See for yourself if you
can’t tell he loves you!”

You don’t know why you go but you do and the sight you find
breaks your heart. He looks up, sad eyes meeting yours. Before you can blink, you
rush forward, propelling yourself into his lap.

A startled inhale of breath is all you hear before you kiss
him, hands raking through his hair. His hands clasp your waist, trailing to
your back and pulling you flush against him. When you pull away he’s breathing
hard, you both are. Cupping his face, you look in his eyes, silently letting
him know, I’m sorry.

He swallows once, twice then opens his mouth. But before he
can say anything you put your hand over it, whispering, “It’s ok. I know.
I love you too.”

You feel him smile against your skin and return it before
kissing him again.

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.

Happy birthday~ <3 Hope you have a fantastic one! Who's your favorite character from KnB? How about some headcanons (or scenario if you prefer) for him baking you a a cake for your special day~? ;)

Thank you so much darling but ARGH, pick a favorite?! So, so
hard, honestly! I started watching through the anime again and it seems like
every time I do someone new is my favorite lol. For this, I’ll say…Kasamatsu,
because that captain is just amazing!

Furrowing his already pensive expression, Yukio stares at
the ingredients spread out on his counter. What in the world possessed him to
try to bake you a cake? Not only is this his confession but to top it off it’s
your birthday tomorrow so everything has to be perfect.

A knock at his door draws his attention and when he opens it
he groans.

“Hello senpai!” Kise says enthusiastically, barreling in
without an invitation.

“What the hell are you doing here, Kise?”

Kise blinks at him. “Why, I’m here to help you with the cake
for _____-chan!”

His captain flushes a dark red before roaring out “How do
you know anything about that?!”

The ace rolls his eyes as he grabs an apron off a hook. “I
saw you at the store buying supplies and put two and two together. I may be a
blonde but I’m not dumb, senpai!”

“That’s debatable,” mutters Yukio.

“So rude,” Kise pouts but continues to look over the
ingredients.

“What do you know about baking anyway?” Kasamatsu asks crossing
his arms.

Kise smirks. “I grew up with two sisters, senpai. Trust me,
I know what I’m doing.”

The brunette sighs, hand covering his eyes as he takes in
another breath. Looking up, he makes a decision. “Look Kise, it’s not that I don’t
appreciate you wanting to help-“

“Could have fooled me,” the blonde mumbles earning a smack
to the back of the head.

“Oi, don’t interrupt! Like I said, it’s not that I don’t appreciate
it, but if this is a gift from me, I’m gonna make it without anyone’s help.”

“But senpai-“

“I said no!” Kasamatsu shouts, then adds quietly, “Thank
you, but…no.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Kise unties the apron and hangs it
back up before heading to the door. “Ok then, I wish you good luck!” With that
he’s gone and Yukio is left wondering if he just made a big mistake but he
shakes away the doubt. He can do this, it can’t be that hard…right?

The next day Kise is bouncing around the front gate of the
school, eager to see the creation his captain came up with for you. He really is
rooting for him, knowing you’re the perfect girl for him and can only hope
today goes well. When he sees Kasamatsu approaching, he smiles widely, waving
and shouting a good morning.

Yukio’s face has his usual stoic countenance
firmly in place though the light dusting of pink on his cheeks is a bit of a giveaway
that he’s super nervous. Kise bounds up to him, exclaiming, “How did it go? Is
that the cake? What flavor did you make?”

He’s answered by a firm kick in the thigh. “Will you be
quiet?” hisses the captain.

“Sorry senpai, I’m just so excited for you!” Kise half
whispers.

With a sigh, Yukio keeps walking, the overeager ace
following in his wake. “I’m not gonna show you, if that’s what you’re waiting
for,” he says and Kise pouts. “I want her to be the first to see it.”

Kise whines a bit, but hastily apologizes before running to
his class when Kasamatsu gets ready to punch him again. He’s friends with you
so he’s sure you’ll show him later anyway but he can’t help feeling a tenseness
all day on behalf of his friend; will you accept and reciprocate his
affections?

When the final bell rings, Kise is running towards the exit,
needing to expel some of his energy but he stops dead in his tracks when he
sees you and Kasamatsu talking in the courtyard. From his vantage point, he can
see everything clearly and though he feels just a tiny bit bad about it he can’t
stop himself from watching the proceedings.

He sees Kasmatsu shifting from foot to foot, one hand
rubbing the back of his neck and he’s barely able to maintain eye contact with
you as he talks. Slowly he brings the box out from behind his back and Kise watches
your eyes widen a bit, a grateful smile on your face as you take it.

But before you can open it, Kasamatsu says something else
and then hurries off. Blinking, Kise runs downstairs, finding you where his
captain left you with the box still unopened in your hands.

“Hi, ____-chan, happy birthday!” he exclaims giving you a side
hug. Looking down, he feigns ignorance. “What do you have there?”

“Oh, it’s a present from Kasamatsu-san,” you reply looking
up at the tall blonde.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Open it!” Kise says with a
laugh.

Smiling a bit, you carefully pop the tape holding the lid
down off and lift it. Both you and Kise’s eyes go wide. Inside is a decidedly lumpy
cake. The frosting has run down the sides, smearing on the bottom and Kise
doesn’t know if that’s because Yukio put it on while the cake was still too
warm or if it’s just been ravaged by being carried around all day. His stomach
drops a bit, nerves on behalf of his captain flaring up and he tries to read
your face to see what you’re thinking.

A gasp from your lips makes him look at your eyes and he
follows your line of sight to the box once more.

Written on the underside of the lid is a note: Happy birthday ____-chan. I’m sorry this
doesn’t look like much but I’m hoping you’ll forgive the exterior in favor of
what’s inside; just like you do with me. I don’t know if you know but I like you
a lot and would be very honored if you would consider going out with me. I’ll
be at the Tea Leaf Lounge on Saturday at 1:00. If you accept, meet me there. If
not, well, I hope we can remain friends. – Yukio

Kise holds his breath; he’d really not intended to infringe
upon this moment but it’s too late now, he knows you know he saw the message.

Without a word, you put the box down on a nearby table,
grabbing a fork from your bento. Scooping a piece of the lumpy, soft cake you
take a bite. As the flavor hits your tongue, you widen your eyes; it’s actually
really good, but you would have said
yes regardless.

“I didn’t expect to get a boyfriend for my birthday,” you
say softly and Kise has to stop himself from picking you up in a large hug.

He decides to skip practice, opting to incur his senpai’s
wrath instead of risking the ruin of your response. Plus, he figures he’ll be
forgiven because Kasamatsu will be so happy to finally have you as his girlfriend.

He’s wrong and is given extra laps but it’s worth it when he
rounds the corner and sees you standing with his captain, giving him a peck on
the cheek before leaving the gym. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Yukio that red but he’s also never seen him smile that
wide.