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Aomine – Birthday Asks

Thank you for the birthday wishes! I did have an amazing
day! I went ahead and combined these since they are both requests for a NSFW
for Aomine so I hope you don’t mind.

Walking on tip toe, you enter the shared hotel room of
Kise-kun and Aomine-kun. The queen beds show two completely covered lumps and
you smile; the poor boys must be exhausted. Training for the upcoming game was
intense the previous night so you’re not surprised they’re still knocked out.
That and it’s still quite early. You’d cursed yourself for forgetting your flat
iron when Kise-kun had told you that you could borrow his. Being the manager,
you of course had keys to all their rooms just in case they needed something.

As silently as possible you enter the bathroom, shutting the
door before turning on the lights, the flash making you blink a bit. A smile
erupts on your face when you see Kise left all his styling products on the
counter and right in the center is the flat iron. Thankful you’d be able to
avoid trying to look for it quietly, your hand is reaching forward until the
sound of the door opening makes you whip your gaze over your shoulder.

There stands Aomine in nothing but long shorts, scratching
his firm chest as he blinks at you. But goodness is he gorgeous! You, of
course, have seen him shirtless too many times to count but that goes for all
the boys. But there’s something about this moment that makes it feel different
and you know if you don’t get out of here soon you’re liking to start drooling and
you just don’t need to add fuel to his ego fueled fire.

Grabbing the flat iron, you whisper, “Good morning,
Aomine-kun, sorry for waking you. I just needed to borrow this from Kise-kun.”

“Huh? Oh, right,” he mumbles.

For a moment, the two of you just stare at one another
before you finally get your legs to move. “Well, I’ll get out of your way,” you
say and take a step towards the door but he surprises you by moving forward and
shutting it. “Um, Aomine-kun-“ you begin but his hands on your waist make you
stop short.

“Y/N-san, I have a problem I’m hoping you can help me with,”
he says. His voice is low, slightly husky and you gulp.

“Oh? Um, wha…what’s wrong?”

For answer, he removes the flat iron from your grip and sets
it down on the counter, then guides your now free hand to the front of his
shorts. You gasp as your fingers contact a distinct firmness there. Swallowing,
you look up into his eyes which are focused on you, his gaze sharp and
predatory. “Seeing as you’re the cause of said problem,” he continues, pushing
you further into the bathroom, “I think it’s only fair that you do something about
it, don’t you?”

You can’t answer, completely shocked by his forward actions
and the fact that he’s confessed he’s hard for
you.

Whirling around, he sits on the edge of the tub, pulling on
your legs until you fall against him, a little whimper escaping your lips when
your own center connects with his, the friction shooting little darts of pleasure
up your spine.

“Mmmmmm, seems I’m not the only one having dirty dreams,” he
says chuckling, grinding up a little and making you gasp. He’s rock hard,
pulsing, all that power barely contained by cotton and lycra.

He leans up, his mouth level with your ear as his hands
grasp your hips firmly and begin rotating your body, grinding you down against
him, the sensations rippling through both your bodies. He whispers as he moves
you together, “Do you know what you and those damn short skirts do to me? Or
those tight pants? Fuck it, anything and everything about you drives me crazy.”

Your breathing is becoming labored, the feel of his firm
cock pressing against your sex making you dizzy and while he doesn’t stop, he
doesn’t move forward either, just keeps grinding your anatomy together in a torturous
manner. You wrap your arms around his neck, head tossed back and eyes closed as
you give into the delicious pleasure coursing through your body.

“You’re so fucking sexy, with your hooded eyes looking up at
me, the way you bite your lip when you’re thinking, the smell of your shampoo
when you stand in the meeting circles. Shit, I’ve had to stop myself from
taking you up against the wall in the gym more times than I can count.”

You moan slightly, his words heating your body up more.

“You like that, don’t you? You like knowing I watch you,
like knowing I want you. I bet you’ve been teasing me on purpose this whole
time, giving me just enough to make me want more but never enough. I need you,
I want to screw you until your crossed-eyed and the only thing you can remember
is my name,” he growls, mouth hovering just above the flesh of your neck.

You push down, hungry for more connection, your nipples tightening
as images of Daiki fucking you flood your mind.

It’s like he can read it on your face. “Oh, you want that
don’t you baby? You want me to fuck you till your throat is raw from screaming.”
His hands trail up your body to your breasts which he squeezes firmly and you
almost cry out but stop for fear of waking Kise.

“Scream for me, I don’t give a shit if he hears us, I want
everyone to know, you’re mine!”

“Daiki!” you cry out as the friction against your clothed
clit finally blooms into the orgasm you’ve been seeking since he started this
whole thing. His words cease, a level grunt pulling from his lips and you can
only presume he’s reached his end as well.

Opening your eyes, you finally look at him and the realization
of what just occurred has you blushing furiously.

He chuckles, standing up but not relinquishing his hold of
you. “Don’t get all shy on me now, baby,” he says turning on the water, “That
was just the warm up.”

hello! I really like your writing especially your scenarios :DD may I also request a scenario for takao where he falls in love with someone else, and his s/o reminds him of his promise to always love her when he first asked her to be with him? lots of angst, and thank youuu!

Thank you for the compliment! I really appreciate it! I’m so
sorry this took FOREVER to get out and thank you for your patience! It’s pretty
short but I hope I gave you the dose of angst you were looking for!

“Y/N,” Takao says,
his breath a bit shaky as he looks in your eyes, “I…I think, no, I know…we need
to end this. We…we can’t be together anymore.”

Your heart feels like it just got stabbed, tears flooding
your eyes immediately when you see he’s completely serious. “Kazu-kun, how…how
can you say that? How can you look me in the eye and say that?” you say,
hysteria threatening to erupt.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair as he walks to the
window, looking out into the rapidly darkening sky. Turning back to look at
you, his eyes sad, he confesses, “I…I’m in love with someone else and…I just
can’t deny that anymore.”

Another stab, you feel your chest tighten. It’s hard to
breathe, hard to stand so you collapse into a chair, staring at him in
disbelief.

“But…but what about us? What about your promise to always
love me!” You stand back up, anger mixing with your despair and you rush
forward, smacking him across the face. “I gave you everything Kazunari!” you
shout, fists clenched. “My heart, my time, my body! Everything and anything you
wanted I gave it! I went to every game, stayed late for every practice, helped
you with your homework and studying, brought you food, even cooked for the team
so you could all rest and this is the
thanks I get?! This is my reward for sacrificing so much for you! A betrayal?!”

You smack him again and he grabs your hand, tugging you firm
against his chest to stop your movements, his eyes boring into your tear-filled
ones. “Would you rather I fake it? Huh? Would you rather I pretend to still love
you? Don’t you think you’d feel it? I’m surprised you haven’t by now.” He lets
you go and you collapse to the ground, face buried in your hands as you weep.

He crouches down, the touch of his hand on the back of your
head making you wince. “You deserve better, _____-san,” he says, his use of
your last name solidifying his decision to end this, to walk away and leave you
broken. “I’ve tried, I’ve tried so hard to ignore how I feel, to wait for it to
go away, hoping it was just a stupid crush or…or…I don’t know, an irrational infatuation
but it hasn’t. It’s only gotten stronger and…I just couldn’t lie to you
anymore.”

He tilts your face up and you’re surprised to see he has
tears of his own leaking from his eyes. “You are amazing and I want you to be
happy but I can’t be with you anymore.”

“If I’m so amazing, why are you going to her and not staying
with me?” you ask, voice quiet.

He inhales a deep breath and shakes his head. “I don’t know,
I just know as much as we both wanted it to be, this wasn’t meant to last
forever.”

His lips touch your forehead, the contact making you close
your eyes. “Goodbye, _____-san,” he whispers.

When you open your eyes, he’s gone.

It’s been a while since I’ve had the chance to request anything from a writing blog ;) I saw in your rules that you accept AUs, so I was wondering if I could possibly get a reader/Kuroo zombie apocalypse AU scenario? Maybe something along the lines of them being in the school when the outbreak hits and now they need to find their way out to survive.

Ok, I have no idea if this is what you were hoping for
because it’s kind of open ended but nevertheless I hope you enjoy! WARNING
mention of deaths for beloved characters (briefly but still fair warning). Nothing
overtly graphic.

The incessant banging on the gym door should have been a
clue that all is not right. Casting a glance at Kuroo, the tall bed head
captain being the last to leave with you after practice, you stride to the door
and open it. Standing before you is Yamamoto, his head hung, grasping the
side of the building.

“Yamamoto-san?” you ask reaching forward to touch him but
when he whips his head up you scream.

The sound of your terror draws Kuroo’s attention back to
you, his eyes widening as he watches you back away from the second-year ace. He
can see, even from this distance, something is terribly wrong. Yamamoto is
grunting, his voice a dry heave of sound and his neck…his neck has a huge gash
in it, blood trailing down.

As he reaches for you, Kuroo acts on instinct, tossing up a
ball and spiking it perfectly into his head making him fall over temporarily.

The impact makes you scream again but it does its job of
snapping you out of the horror haze his dead eyes held you in though you’re
still just standing there. In front of you, Kuroo can see more students, along
with some faculty, walking towards your location. It’s like all his wildest
nightmares coming true and he’s in fight or flight mode.

Surging forward, he shoves Yamamoto, or at least what used to be him, back into the courtyard,
slamming the door and bolting it. The pounding on the door echoes through the
large empty room and you cover your ears, crouching down to drown out the
sound, murmuring, “No, no, no…this isn’t real…wake up…wake up…wake up!” You’re
screaming the words now, overrun with panic but it all comes to a grinding halt
when you feel a sharp sting against your cheek.

Turning your face back to Kuroo, you can see he’s still got
his hand cross his body from slapping you. He drops to his knees, grabbing your
face between his hands and kisses your forehead swiftly. “I’m sorry, but you
can’t panic right now, we need to get to safety,” he says. Quickly, he stands
again, grabbing your hand and yanking you towards the door that leads to the
storage room where a ladder to the roof access point resides.

Grabbing his phone, Kuroo selects Kenma’s number.

“Kenma, where are you?”

“On the train, why?” asks the setter.

Briefly Kuroo recounts what happens and the noises he can
still hear outside as he shimmies up the ladder, pushing with all his might to
open the locked door. Casting a glance at you, he moves the phone away from his
ear to ask, “Do you have the key?”

“The key to what?” he hears Kenma ask as you shake your head
and he goes back to the conversation.

“Not you, y/n and I are trying to get to the roof. Don’t get
off the train, tell the engineer not to stop and just get the fuck out of here.
Something bad is going down and it’s only going to get worse.”

“Stop joking around Kuroo,” Kenma dead pans but winces when
Kuroo shouts in the phone.

“Do I sound like I’m fucking joking?”

“Well, yeah, because you usually do,” he replies.

“Here, talk to y/n while I try to get this damn door open,
maybe she can convince you.”

You take the phone, your shaky voice affirming everything
Kuroo just said to Kenma. But as you’re talking you hear the train call its
next stop, the doors opening and loud screams coming from all around Kenma.

“What the hel-“you hear then he shouts, his voice louder
than you’ve ever heard it.

“Kenma? Kenma?” you yell but it’s no use, in his haste to
get away from whatever is happening he must have dropped his phone because all
you can hear is a cacophony of noise consisting of shrieks of terror, a low
rumbling and curses from people as they are attacked.

You feel your stomach lurch when Kenma’s voice comes through
the fray, screaming out that he’s sorry and that he loves you both. The line
goes dead and you throw up into the mop pail. From above you hear Kuroo
breathing hard, both in exertion and emotion, knowing that you were an auditory
witness to his best friend’s death.

Finally, the door snaps open, a cool rush of night air
descending. Reaching down, Kuroo hauls you up the ladder, pulling you onto the
roof with him.

All around you can see others who have done the same, barricading
themselves on the roofs until some sort of help arrives; presuming any can. Kuroo
pulls the ladder up, dropping it to the ground and slams the door shut. With a
moment to breathe, to think, he collapses to his knees, screaming out in agony
at the loss of his friends and most likely his family. He’s seen the movies,
knows the odds and they aren’t good.

Kneeling beside him, you touch his back, startled when he
draws you into a fierce hug, face buried in your neck as you both cry. How can
any of this be real? Sniffling, Kuroo looks up, wiping his face on his shirt, a
new grim determination setting in his eyes.

“We’re going to survive, y/n,” he says lowly, hand cupping
your face. Overcome with emotion, he kisses you, whispering against your lips, “I
hate that it takes this for me to tell you I love you. How fucking cliche is that?
But it’s true and I’m not gonna let us die.”

You believe him, despite the sounds of screams surrounding
you, despite the very likelihood that you’re going to die on this roof top if
you can’t get food or water; you believe him. Because you have to believe in
something and the scheming captain is your best bet.

Clutching his shirt, you look in his eyes. “I know you won’t
and…I love you too.”

The distant sound of helicopters draws both your attention to
the sky and a flicker of hope arises in your heart; for now, you can get away
from here and everything else…you’ll just have to wait and see.

Hello ;) i’m new here but love your work already!! 💋💋 could I please request Aomine and his wife nsfw scenario when they’re finally have alone time because he’s so busy as a police officer and she’s busy to take care of their first son… Maybe to conceipt their second child? Thanks

Welcome and thank you for the lovely compliment! Sorry this took so long to get done but I hope you like it! 

“Bye, Hisoka! Be good for uncle Kagami!” you yell as the
tall red headed fire fighter carries your three-year-old to his car. The door
slams out of your hand making you squeak before rough hands trail under your
shirt and cup your breasts.

“I thought they’d never leave,” Daiki whispers in your ear,
tugging the lobe between his teeth making you hiss.

“Geez Daiki, couldn’t you have waited until they’d at least
pulled away?” you gasp, mouth falling open to moan when your husband pinches
your nipples drawing them to peaks. “And really, you couldn’t even manage to
take your time a bit?”

“Fuck no, and now I’m gonna fuck you, it’s been too damn
long,” he says, hands rapidly removing your underwear and flipping your skirt
over your ass. Knocking his knee between yours he orders, smug expression
implied, “Now, spread’em.”

“Yes, Office Aomine,” you coo. His groan mixes with the
clatter of his belt buckle. You hear his pants hit the ground as he pulls your
arms above your head, grasping both wrists easily in one large hand.

“That’s a good, bad girl,” he breathes on your neck, nipping
the flesh then soothing with his tongue. “I’m gonna give it to you so hard you won’t
be able to walk for a week.” He punctuates his threat with a well-timed shove,
his cock sliding into you surprisingly easily; apparently your body is
responding even better than you thought. “Fuck, so wet baby, and still so
tight, even after pushing that brat out.”

“Shhhh, no talking about him like that, in fact, no talking
at all, just fuck me Daiki,” you pant.

“Hey,” he says wrapping his hand in your hair and pulling,
drawing your head away from its resting spot against the door, “I’m the one in charge here, and don’t
you forget it!” He pounds harder, hips slamming into your ass at a bruising
pace.

“Fu…fuck,” you gasp, as he releases your wrists in favor of
holding your hips, drawing back and taking you with him until you’re almost at
a ninety-degree angle. Over and over he hits deep inside you, touching that one spot that will have you seeing stars
in no time.

You can hear he’s close as well, if his grunts and gasps are
anything to go by. “Oh Daiki, yes!” you encourage, knowing praise is a faster
way to bring about conclusion; your back is starting to protest this position.

“Y/N, shit you feel so good, I’m so close, fuck,” he says.

You whine in encouragement, hand trailing between your
thighs to tease your clit so you can come with him. He forgives the insubordinate
action when you clench hard around his dick, bringing about his own nirvana. When
your body relaxes you crumble to the ground on your knees, head resting back
against the door while Daiki is behind you panting wildly.

A few seconds later, your strong-armed husband picks you up,
leaving his pants in the living room and carrying you to your shared bed.

Your eyes are closed, a happy hum in your throat as he
divests you of the rest of your clothing. He massages your arms, helping the
blood to get moving to your numbing limbs. So lost in your fucked out fog you
don’t notice him placing your hands above you head until the sharp *click* of
hand cuffs make your eyelids fly open.

When they do, you see Daiki, smug grin back on his face and nothing
else, as he looms over you kissing your forehead. Looking in your eyes he says,
“Now I’m gonna take my time.” He
kisses you more deeply, hands trailing over your breasts and you arch into his
touch. 

Kissing his way to your neck he whispers, “Let’s make another brat.”

Hello! I really like your writing, your scenarios are so good! Mind if I submit an ask? Something for Kasamatsu where he finds his s/o feeling so down and out of sorts lately because she’s got so much to do and all the responsibilities are killing her, but Kasa, being the dedicated & responsible person he is, eases off her anxieties and helps her to stay focused and motivated to get her through her obligations smoothly. Thank you so much :)

Thank you so much! I’m thrilled that someone I follow not only
followed back but put in a request, that’s high praise indeed. Thank you so
much for requesting this grumpy sweetheart. He’s such an amazing character and
I wish he got more love!

Yukio Kasamatsu – “Captain’s Care”

“How am I going to get this all done?!” you say, voice high
pitched and slightly whiny but Kasamatsu doesn’t mind; he’s used to being
around Kise all the time after all. Though with you, his solution to whining
isn’t a swift kick to the head.

Leaning against the door way of your kitchen, he looks at you
with concerned eyes as you hold your head in your hands, trying not to cry. He
knows how strong and dependable you try to be for everyone (most often
succeeding which is why people continually come to you for help) and it pains
him to see you so stressed out.

Kasamatsu is exceptionally thankful for you. Being the only girl
he’s ever been able to actually talk to you’d formed a friendship rather
quickly. It hadn’t taken long from that point for him to fall for you
completely. To his immense joy and relief, he found out you felt the same way
and the two of you have been dating officially ever since.

As captain, his attention has been focused heavily on the team,
but you’ve been an amazing pillar of strength and support. It helps that you’re
so active in school activities as well but he can see that the combination of
being on the yearbook committee and third year banquet planning team while
preparing for college entrance exams is too much. To top it all off, you insist
on going to every single one of his games, cheering until you can’t talk the
next day.

Yep, he really hit the girlfriend jackpot with you.

Which is why he’s determined to do what he can to help you now.
Striding forward, he pulls you away from the yearbook drafts to the living
room. Sitting down on the couch, he pulls you into his arms. A year ago, he’d
never believe himself to be this openly affectionate with anyone but with you
it’s easy; everything is so easy in fact he wonders if this is a dream. Aren’t
couples supposed to fight more?

Pushing away this tangent of thought, he grasps your head in his
hands, forehead pressed against yours.

“Y/N, take a deep breath,” he says, taking one himself that you
mimic. “Good, now tell me what’s bothering you?”

“Oh Yukio, I just…I want everything to be perfect! This is our last year and it’s hard editing down people’s
page submittals because I want to be able to give them everything they want!”
You sniff, head dropping down slightly. “And the catering company for the
banquet isn’t sure now if they’ll have enough tables and chairs! What am I
going to do? Have people sit on the gym floor in their nice clothes?”

“Ok, ok, take another deep breath,” he says, rubbing your back.
You do as he says, closing your eyes and leaning more heavily into his embrace;
he’s always so warm.

Leaning back, he tucks your head under his chin, hand trailing
through your hair. Letting out a deep breath he says, “I know you want to give
everything to everyone but it’s just not possible.” When you nod he goes on, “So
if you’re struggling with the editing, why not have someone else from the team
do it? They can edit and give them to you for the final sign off. That way
you only see the finished product and don’t have to think about everything you
had to discard.”

You consider his words for a moment; he has a point. You’re the chief
editor but you have other people on your team you could delegate the actual
crimping to.

“As for the catering company, instead of having the meal in the
gym why not have it in the cafeteria? I don’t know, as a kind of, farewell to
the most social room of the school but with food that’s actually good?”

Your giggle makes his usually serious face split into a grin.
Pulling back up, you kiss his lips gently, hand holding his face.

“Thanks Yukio, you’re the best,” you say.

“No, you’re the best,
I’m just meaner than you,” he replies and you smile.

“I love you,” you whisper before kissing him again.

Turning you over, he covers your body with his. “What do ya say,
you take a break?” Leaning down, his lips caressing your neck bringing a
breathy sigh from your lips he adds, “I have other ways of helping you de-stress,
you know.”

Hello ! The scenario for Hanamiya was so great, I read it like ten times during my finals week 😂 It made me feel better ! Anyway, can I request a scenario where Bokuto crush is very shy and quiet. Like, how he make his crush open up to him and basically how they end up together ? Thank you in advance ♡

Hi luv! I’m so glad you enjoyed the Hanamiya scenario and that
it helped you feel better during such a stressful time. Hope you did well on
those finals! So, so sorry this took me so long to get done! I hope it’s worth
the wait and that you enjoy it. I do so love this sweet, hyper active owl boy!

Kotaro Bokuto – Will You Be My Manga-tine?

While sitting in your homeroom waiting for class to begin you
quietly read the latest manga of your favorite series. It’s just getting to a
really intense part when a loud voice says near your ear, “Hey! Hey! Hey! You
like ______ too? It’s my favorite!”

Turning your head, you start violently when you find intense
gold eyes peering into yours; Bokuto.

Smiling weakly, you nod, turning your head back to continue
reading. Thankfully he doesn’t say anything else, just takes his seat as the
bell rings which prompts you to put your book away. Focusing on the teacher,
you fail to notice Bokuto’s eyes remaining on you.

From his seat, he has a perfect vantage point of you, the
girl he’s had a crush on since the beginning of the year. Akaashi can’t
understand his fascination with you.

“She’s the complete
opposite of you in every way, Bokuto, what could possibly draw your interest to
her?” the setter asked as they walked home from school and the ace finally
confessed he wanted to ask you out but didn’t know how.

“I know! That’s what’s
so crazy but I can’t help it! I really, really like her Akaashi!”

That was a week ago and he still hasn’t gone through with
asking you on a date. For all his brazen, outgoing persona, the thought of confessing
to you makes his jaw lock up and words get jumbled in his throat. Sighing, he
rests his head in his hand, racking his brain on what to do.

Needing to run an errand that day for his mom, he deviates
from his normal route into the shopping district. Coming upon the shop where he
buys his own mangas, he sees an advertisement that the creator and author of
the series you and he both like will be coming to the store on Saturday to meet
fans and sign autographs.

“That’s perfect!” he shouts to no one rushing home and
completely forgetting the reason he came to this area at all. His mom is not
pleased, but he promises to make it up to her because he’s going back on
Saturday.

The next morning at school, he bounds across the courtyard,
his eyes shining even brighter than usual.

“What’s got you so excited?” Akaashi asks.

For answer, Bokuto flashes up a flyer of the shop event. “I’m
going to ask ______-chan to go with me to this! It’s perfect because she likes
the same manga as me so we’ll have something to talk about!”

“If you can get her to talk, if you haven’t noticed, she’s pretty
shy and mostly quiet Bokuto. I suggest not getting your hopes up too high.”

Momentarily deterred, Bokuto’s expression drops slightly but
it’s back the next second when he decides he isn’t going to give up. “I really
like her, Akaashi so I’m going to try.”

This morning is a repeat of yesterday; you reading and Bokuto
startling you out of the story but this time it’s because he thrusts the flyer
between the pages of your book and your face. When your eyes come into focus,
they widen slightly.

As you turn your gaze to his face, Bokuto can see you’re
wearing a small smile. “I’m planning on going, do you want to come with me?” he
asks simply and you nod. He holds in his hoot of jubilation, remembering
Akaashi’s advice to simmer down a bit around you but his smile is wide and
beaming. “Great! Um, here, let me get your number so we can figure out details,”
he goes on taking out his phone. You hesitate for a moment but then figure
there’s no harm; Bokuto may be loud and obnoxious sometimes but he’s actually
quite nice. He just makes you nervous because he’s so…so Bokuto. That and he’s
rather attractive which just adds to your feeling of inadequacy.

The end of the week cannot come fast enough for Bokuto and
when Saturday morning dawns he’s already up, running to the train station to
meet you. You both decided it best to get there before the doors open in case
there’s a long line. As he rushes around the corner, he sees you standing on
the platform.

“______-chan! Good morning!” he shouts.

You wince, still waking up and drinking your tea but send a
shy wave to him. As you wait for the train, Bokuto bounces on the balls of his
feet. How does he have so much energy? And this early in the morning? Finally,
your train pulls in and you board but before you can grab hold of a handle it
starts with a jerk, sending you flying forward. However, your downward trajectory
is halted by a strong arm around your waist. With a firm tug, Bokuto sets you
upright, though now your back is pressed to his chest.

Behind you, Bokuto hopes and prays you can’t feel his heart
racing. You’re in his arms…you’re in his arms and he’s internally screaming!
Never mind it’s because he was helping to make sure you don’t get hurt, never
mind the fact you have no clue he likes you as much as he does; you’re in his
arms and he knows more than ever now how much he wants to keep you there.

“Th…thanks, Bokuto-san,” you stammer out. You can feel his
breath on the back of your neck, the warmth of his body entirely too inviting.
If you don’t move now he’s going to think you’re a freak! But when you make a
move to extract yourself he tightens his grip ever so slightly.

Just as you’re about to question him, he lets go, saying, “Sorry,
just wanted to make sure you had your footing.” Of course, why else would he have
hung on? Because he wanted to? Ridiculous.

As you slip free of his grasp Bokuto already misses the feel
of your body next to his. You’re soft and feminine and pretty and gosh darn it
he wants to hold you again but properly this time! Should he…should he confess
now? But no, he just said something incredibly stupid; you probably think…well,
he actually has no clue what you think.

When you arrive to your stop, both of you are rather quiet,
retreated into your own thoughts. It’s a new side to Bokuto you’ve never seen
before and all your self-doubt crops up again; does he regret bringing you
because your clumsiness made things awkward? Should you make an excuse to leave
so he can enjoy the signing?

Before you decide one way or the other, Bokuto does it for
you. “Come on, ______-chan, let’s hurry!” Unthinkingly, he grabs your hand,
tugging you along at a hurried pace. When you round the corner and see the shop
you find there is already a rather long line. Stepping into it, you stand side
by side, the silence from before returning.

It’s doesn’t last long, however, when Bokuto looks at you
and asks, “So, what did you think of that last chapter?”

The next three hours fly by in a whirl of conversation, you
and Bokuto talking about your favorite characters, story lines, how much you
wish the next season of the anime would come out!

“We should watch it together,” he says enthusiastically
making you almost stop breathing. He…he wants to spend more time with you?

“Yeah, that would be fun,” you respond taking another step
forward as the line moves.

Eventually, you reach the signing table, meeting the creator
(who is very nice) and getting your books autographed. After a quick picture,
you thank them and peruse the shop, Bokuto sneaking away to buy you a keychain
he saw you eyeing. When you went back to get it, you were disappointed it was
gone and he had to stifle his laughter. He wasn’t ready to give it to you yet.

“Do you mind if we make a quick stop a couple blocks over?”
he asks as you walk out of a café having just finished lunch. “I promised my
mom I’d pick up some stuff for her.”

You smile; it’s sweet that he’s so helpful. “That’s really
nice of you Bokuto-san,” you say falling into stride with him. You’re much more
comfortable with him now, surprised he was able to get you to open up so much.
Usually you stay mum about your passion for manga and anime but with Bokuto it
just felt natural to talk; he actually seems interested in what you have to
say.

He shrugs. “Yeah, well, since I was so excited about asking you
to go to this today I kinda forgot to get the stuff for her earlier in the week.”

His words make you stop in your tracks and when he realizes
what he just said Bokuto’s eyes widen even more. Turning around, he decides now
is as good a time as any to tell you how he feels. Stepping closer to you, he
reaches out and takes your hand. When you don’t pull away, he sighs inwardly in
relief.

“______-chan, I…I’ve been trying to think of a way to tell
you…but…I…I really like you…a lot and I would love it, if you’d go out with me,”
he confesses.

You’re stunned to silence, mouth hanging open slightly.

“______-chan?” he asks and you blink.

“Yes?” you reply.

“Yes?! You mean you’ll go out with me?” he asks excitedly
squeezing both your hands.

You’d meant it as an indication for him to continue speaking
but then realize he’s been silent waiting for your answer. And though you’re a
nervous (but excited) wreck about the prospect of dating him, you actually appreciate
his enthusiasm.

“Yes,” you say more confidently, “I’ll go out with you.”

Throughout the rest of the day filled with errands, an impromptu
movie date (“Two dates in one day! This is awesome!” Bokuto shouts making you
laugh) and an early dinner, he doesn’t let go of your hand. At the end of the
day, he insists on walking you home. When you arrive, he hugs you tightly. “See
you on Monday,” he says, kissing your hand then turning it over to place in
your palm the keychain you’d wanted.

You surprise him and yourself when you fling your arms back
around his neck, hugging him tightly. “Thanks for the great day,” you whisper
before pulling back and heading in your house. Outside, Bokuto is on cloud
nine, running the entire way back to the station to try to expend some of his
energy.

Can I have a scenario please! (it’s going to be very specific) Tendo comes out of the gym after their coach talked to them after they lost against Karasuno & he founds his fem-best friend/crush waiting for him outside the gym bc she wanted to see how he is feeling bc she knows he’s going to quit volleyball & she indirectly confess to him but Tendo never believed she would ever like him back, so he only realises she confessed after she left the place. Surprise ending, please :) Thaaaank youuuu.

Meekosfreedom thank you for the specifics of your
request! I love this idea and I LOVE the “guess monster” so it was a pleasure to
be able to write something about him. I hope I got this right and that you
enjoy it! Thank you for your patience, I had to let this one simmer in my brain
to get it just right.

Satori Tendo – “Loving the Monster”

Tendo’s eyes are half hooded, exhaustion setting in after
five full sets against Karasuno. He still can’t believe they lost; no one can,
least of all their coach who is currently ranting and raving, his words
blending together he’s so worked up.

“So, this is how my
third year is going to end,” he thinks glancing at his teammates, “never would have guessed that.” He
chuckles inwardly at his own bad pun. He’s upset, of course, everyone wants to
go out on a high note, but he can’t bring himself to care enough to cry about
it. Not that he cries much at all. Being picked on for most of his life such as
he has built up so much resistance he’s like Teflon now.  

“100 serves and 100 dives!” shouts Washijo before sitting
back down. After a brief pause Tendo begins making his way to the exit.

“Tendo! Where the hell do you think you’re going?!” the
demon coach bellows.

“Home, I’m done,” retorts the red head.

“You’re done when I say you’re done!”

Tendo shrugs, “Consider this my resignation, I have no intention
of staying.”

Outside you pace nervously waiting for Satori to come out.
The loss to Karasuno is devastating and you want to be here for him. The sound
of the gym door opening catches your attention as does the yelling coming from
inside. Tendo walks out, his bag slung over his shoulder, eyes down on the
ground as he walks.

You rush forward, saying, “Satori-kun, are you ok?”

He lifts his head, the slightest of smiles curling his lip
up. Of course you would be here; you’re always there for him. He lets out a
sigh, half from the long day and half because he’s so damn frustrated at his
situation. Here you are, the most perfect girl in the world, and he’ll never
get to tell you. Because not even someone as accepting as you could ever love a
monster like him.

He’s not blind to the way people perceive him, not deaf to
their whispered words of how weird and unlikeable he is. They only keep their
mouths shut because he is, or rather was,
a starter on the volleyball team. Now…now he’ll go back to being “the weird guy”
instead of “the weird guy who can block hella good on the volleyball team”.

“Satori-kun,” you say clasping your hands together looking
up into his face, “I…I want you to know that I think…I think you did so great and…and…you’re the best on the team, the very best!”

He chuckles. “I’m not the best, _____-chan, that spot is
reserved for Wakatoshi. Plus, I’m not on the team anymore.”

“What? You mean…you mean you actually quit?” you ask
bewildered. He’d mentioned he’d be giving up volleyball if they didn’t make it
to Nationals but you didn’t think he was serious, mainly because no one could
conceive of their losing.

“Time to give the fresh blood some room to move,” he says
with a grin.

“But Satori-kun, you…you love volleyball!” you exclaim.

He shrugs, head down looking at his feet. “I wasn’t good
enough, I…I’m never good enough,” he says more to himself than to you.

Voice trembling you say, “You’ve always been good enough for
me, Satori-kun.”

Tendo feels his heart skip a beat at your words but tamps
down any hope that they mean something more. You’re a kind person, of course
you would say something like that. Shrugging again he steps past you, ruffling
your hair like he usually does when he gets nervous around you. “Thanks,
_____-chan, you always know just what to say.”

“I mean it Satori-kun,” you say emphatically rushing to cut
him off, “you…you’re wonderful. You’re
one of the best people I know and…and…” his eyes are looking into yours,
waiting for you to finish your sentence but you can’t get the words and I like you to come out. You’ve
rehearsed this in your head thousands of times but now they won’t come.

After a further beat of silence, he offers another small
smile but doesn’t say anything as he keeps walking, knowing you won’t
understand why he just can’t look at you anymore. Because if he keeps looking
at you with your eyes shining so bright, your lips parted with the weight of
heavy breaths, and your cheeks flushed pink against the coldness of the rapidly
falling night, he’ll allow himself to believe you’re saying something you’re
not; and he just can’t take more disappointment today.

The next day during lunch, for reasons unknown to himself,
Tendo tells Wakatoshi what happened the night before after he left the gym. He
listens in attentive silence then in his trademark blunt fashion says, “So she
confessed.”

“Eh? What do you mean?” Tendo asks confused.

“_______-chan confessed to you, how is that not clear?”
returns the ace with a shrug.

Satori thinks back over your words, as he has for the entire
night, but now, having an outside source, and one who never says what he doesn’t
believe to be the truth, has smacked Tendo right in the head with it. You
confessed! In a roundabout way, you let him know how much you care about him
and he walked away from you like it
didn’t matter because he was so absorbed in self-loathing that he couldn’t read
between the lines. He hadn’t guessed what
you meant.

No wonder you were so quiet this morning when he saw you in
the hall. No wonder you avoided eye contact, muttering a hasty good morning
before rushing off with an excuse he didn’t even hear because you’d spoken so
softly and quickly.

Pushing his chair back, Tendo rushes to where he knows you
sit every day for lunch. You like it there because it’s quiet and you can read
in peace. Rounding the corner and flying up the stairs two at a time he hopes
against hope you’re there.

The sound of the door to your mostly secret sanctuary bursting
open reveals a heavily breathing Satori.

“Satori-kun, what- “you begin only to be cut off as he yanks
you to your feet into his arms. He hugs you fiercely, burying his face into the
crook of your neck making you gasp.

“I’m so sorry, ______-chan, I can’t believe I was so stupid.”
His voice is muffled by your hair but you hear every word. Pulling back, he
gazes down at you, a large smile on his face, his eyes shining. “I…I like you
too…so, so, so much and…” he stops, staring at your lips for a fraction of a
second before leaning down and sealing them with his own.

You’re both breathless when he pulls away, him panting out, “I’m
sorry, I should have asked you, I shouldn’t have done that without-“but you cut
him off with a kiss of your own, hands raking through his fiery red tresses making
him moan into your mouth. He lifts you by the waist, throwing your legs over
his hips and kisses you back more deeply, more passionately. His kisses are
just like him; powerful, overwhelming and deliciously hot.

Coming up for air, you stare into each other’s eyes. Then a
slight giggle escapes you prompting him to smile smugly as he nuzzles your nose
with his own.

“Be my girlfriend?” he asks and kisses you again when you
nod yes.

Tendo’s heart dances and skips in his chest; they may have
lost the match but he’s happiest being in a set with you.