When I think about Tanaka I imagine him being the ace in his third year. I wonder how he will fare – will he be just as strong mentaly, or will he fear that Hinata is coming up behind him, trying to eat him up? Like Asahi noticed when Hinata bumped into him at training camp. I would love your thoughts on Ace Tanaka, if you want!

Oooooo, my boy! Ya’ll know I love this bad ass who’s actually a cream puff. Yes! Let’s talk third year ACE Tanaka!

Totally named vice captain to Ennoshita’s captain and nobody will let him deny it.
He’s still a bit of a loose cannon but as we saw, Sugawara could get fierce and a bit outta control too so Tanaka fills those shoes just fine.
Takes the responsibility pretty seriously actually. Like, he jokes around still and tries to intimidate the new first years (gets smacked on the head by Ennoshita for it) but he’s the first one to the court and the last one to leave.
Offers help to those struggling. Can’t figure out how to approach the line? He’ll be teaching till his ankles are ready to break cause he’s an awesome senpai!
Buys meat buns and drinks after practice for everyone occasionally (as long as his wallet allows or Ukai’s being supremely generous in the discount department).
Is for sure named Karasuno’s ace. Scores more points from the sides than any other player.
Strong? He’s the definition of the word. His mental strength is as legendary as his spikes.

Part of this, besides his ridiculous strength, is because Nishinoya is very in sync with him and saves so many blocks or rebounds. It’s uncanny how often he’s just at the perfect spot to give Tanaka another shot

Totally builds a friendly rivalry with Yamamoto.

Like, they Snap Chat while at practice taunting each other until their respective captains tell them to stop goofing off
Tanaka grows his hair out and they have mohawk battles.

Picture this: for practice games and training camps, both these boys beg their sisters to help them dye their hair; red for Yamamoto and black with orange stripes for Tanaka

But they bond about the pressures of being the ace

AKA, dealing with Hinata and Lev vying for the title

Overall, though, Tanaka isn’t worried about Hinata. They have different play styles and because he wants Karasuno to be the best, if that means Hinata shines a bit brighter than him for a few games so be it.

But everybody, including Hinata, knows Tanaka is Karasuno’s ace

Whenever he starts feeling a bit overwhelmed, he’ll text with Asashi who is more than happy to offer his thoughts and encouragement.
Starts dating the manager in training (she’s a second year)

It’s perfect because he gets to see her all the time at practice and games where he can steal kisses in the storage room (nobody is fooled) or between sets.
Never has to worry about missing her while at training camp cause she’s there
Complains if she doesn’t get his water and towel first (everyone just rolls their eyes)
Yamamoto hates him for it cause Nekoma still doesn’t have a cute manager (and he still doesn’t have a girlfriend)

Tanaka as ace is bomb and I really hope down the line it becomes canon

Thanks for the ask babe!

Soul Mate AU where the temperature gets hotter the nearer they are, colder when they are further away with Kagami please! Thank you!

baesketballers:

It was always winter for you.

You first realized how cold the summer is for you when you started seventh grade, when puberty hit. The sun would always shine brightly out and you would wear your winter uniform—thankfully, though, not everybody gave you the weird look. They guessed that your soulmate was probably somewhere far away. You only knew a handful of other people who experienced the same thing, but it was bittersweet when you watched them meet their destined partners as the years pass by.

Thankfully, it felt less cold during your high school years. The weather in Yoyogi, where you went to school, was something you considered normal, although there were days when you still sensed the slight chill amidst summer’s smoldering heat. Easily enough, like the metaphorical ice that freezes you in the previous years, you thawed, becoming more social, more outgoing, more… happy.

Now, on your first day in university, you feel nervous—nervous and clammy. You start sweating slightly despite doing no physical activity out of what is considered normal. It’s spring. This has to mean something, doesn’t it? You remember your mother explaining to you back in junior high about the connection between your body temperature and your soulmate. You remember disregarding it for so long, until today, because for the first in the longest time, you feel warmth.

The grip on your textbooks tighten as you walk up to an older woman nervously. “Excuse me, which way to the university health service?”

“Second floor, across the—my, are you alright? You look very flushed,” she says, eyes wide as she politely cups your forehead to gauge your temperature. “Would you like me to accompany you instead?”

You smile sheepishly despite the constantly growing discomfort. “It’s quite alright, ma’am, just… a small fever.”

“Across lecture theater 2-A,” she concludes, still looking very much concerned at your condition, but you give her no chance to offer any more help because you dash away after whispering your thanks. The clinic is not far away, much to your relief, but what should you seek help for? “My soulmate is too close and I’m heating up, give me some meds for fever”?

Bed, you think, maybe lying down on a bed will help slightly. Your cardigan is starting to feel suffocating, and so are your long pants. You carefully but swiftly tread the stairs up to the second floor, looking around you for a sign leading to lecture hall 2-A—thank heavens you went for the campus tour several weeks ago.

Spotting the hall and the sign that says “Health Services” across it, you sigh, ready to break into a run yet again. It could just be your now fried neurons but you feel as though the heat has double, reducing you into a sweating mess thanks to your slightly covering outfit. Just as you are about to sprint, someone knocks into you from behind, toppling you and your textbooks over. You let out a small yelp of surprise, and another ‘oomph’ in pain when you feel your knees hit the ground.

“Shit, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

When you open your eyes again, you see a hand reaching out to you, but not close enough to touch you, as if hesitant. “Are you hurt?” You hear the guy say.

One look up and you can see his face. He definitely seems like a fellow student, by the looks of it, is crouched down, eyebrows knitted in concern, though there’s something else about him that is suspicious. You register the sheen on his skin, evidence of perspiration, and your heart skips a beat.

Could it be…?

Then those red eyes aren’t gazing into yours again, instead distracted by the fact that he made you drop all your textbooks, and in a second he is haphazardly gathering the prints into a neat stack in his hands. You notice a basketball lying next to him and your stomach sinks. He probably just finished morning practice or something—it’s too big of a coincidence for him to be your soulmate, right?

He hands the books to you as the two of you stand back up, you moving slightly sluggishly compared to him. You feel his eyes giving you a once-over, to make sure you’re okay, you assume, and he relaxes upon seeing no small wounds whatsoever.

“Please don’t run like that,” he says, trying not to sound too much like a worried mother as he scratches the back of his neck nervously, “it’s really crowded around here.”

“Sorry. Thanks,” you reply, the heat now much to unbearable for you, so you decide to get out of this nice person’s way and jog towards your destination.

As you walk away, disappearing into a corner, Kagami literally feels heat—your heat—travelling away from him, leaving him slightly less feverish than he is previously. In retrospect, he realizes that you looked sort of sweaty, but he figures it’s because you were running. He freezes, the basketball forgotten on the floor, as he focuses on how he feels his temperature dropping ever so slightly.

It takes him a few seconds to process the truth.

Five seconds later, he runs.

When the door to the health services room all but slams open (earning harsh reprimands from the staff), you can’t help but jump in surprise, but when you notice that it’s the guy from earlier who bangs the door, you are even more surprise. Perhaps he’s here to return something you dropped?

That’s probably it, you think, because you see him walking towards you, examining your form intensely as you sit on the edge of one bed. There’s heat behind his gaze, urgency, suspicion.

You can only look at him as he crouches in front of you to get to your eye level, before bringing his hand to cup your cheek. You gasp—there’s an electric spark where his bare skin meets yours, lasting only for half a second before it dies down along with the bothering swelter in your veins, and suddenly, you can feel the cool blow of the air conditioner against your arms.

“I think you’re my soulmate,” you find yourself speaking up.

“Kagami,” he replies, not looking away from your face but quickly retracting the hand on your cheek as if accepting the fact. “Kagami Taiga.”

You offer him your name with a handshake, noting the coolness of his skin, and that he’s no longer sweating.

“You gave me hell—cold hell—six years ago,” you say, the smile on your face a mix of shyness, nerves, and a weird giddiness that flips your stomach multiple times.

He lets out a soft chuckle though the look on his face is rather apologetic.

“Sorry, I was in America.”

Awwwww! You picked mine! I LOVE it Gabby! You did really great with a super interesting soul mate AU! Thank you!

Valentine’s day #3 with the megane trio? (separately)

imagine-knb:

Prompt: Blind Date / Set up by friends

Midorima

He was going to kill Takao.

He’d told him time and again he could handle his own social life and to stay out of it but somehow his former teammate (and reluctantly admitted friend) had coerced him into a blind date, on Valentine’s day of all days.

He reached up to adjust his tie, then his glasses, his fingers feeling oddly tingly without their usual tape, the wearing of which he’d grown out of after college ended. Midorima hated feeling out of his depth but not knowing one thing about the person he was to meet except what Takao had said put him more on edge than he wanted to admit.

You’ll love them, they’re perfect for you.

But Takao’s idea of perfection and Midorima’s were in grand opposition to one another.

Sighing, he looked at his watch once more; five more minutes until the inevitable.

He supposed he could just leave, had considered it more than once, but it wasn’t your fault his best friend – since when did he let that consideration slip into his mind – was an idiot.

“You must be Midorima-san. Takao-kun mentioned you’d be a bit fidgety.”

Your voice caught him off guard, making him start and lending credence to the assertion of his nerves.

Yep, he’s a dead man.

But Midorima’s formulation of Takao’s impending murder and the subsequent cover up came to a grinding halt the moment his eyes landed on you. As far as first impressions went, it was a very good one. Not usually one swayed by outward appearances alone, Midorima was startled by the intense and immediate attraction he felt at first sight. He wouldn’t call it love, he wasn’t fanciful enough for that, but there was definitely something worth exploring.

Remembering his manners, he stood quickly, extending a hand to shake yours and when you smiled, let out a little giggle he wasn’t sure was from amusement or nerves, Midorima felt his heart palpitate a bit quicker.

“Yes,” he finally said, trying to clear his throat of apprehension, “and you must be _____. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Really? And here Takao-kun had warned me you’d be a cold stick in the mud.”

His cheeks flushed crimson and you laughed a little more. “I’m sorry, if you couldn’t tell already there’s a reason Takao-kun and I are friends, we both don’t know when to quit teasing.”

Midorima took a deep breath, gathering enough wits to finally wonder what his face must look like and tried not to flush a deeper red. As distraction, he swiftly moved to the other side of the table, pulling out the chair nestled against its edge and waved you to have a seat. Smiling, you did as bidden, thanking him quietly as he pushed you in comfortably.

He retook his own seat, signaled the waiter and ordered a bottle of wine. Settling his folded hands on the table, he fixed you with what he hoped was a confident stare. “Now that the awkward pleasantries at my expense are out of the way, how about you tell me a little about yourself?”

The indelicate snort you let into your water glass let him know the likeliness of that was fleeting at best. “So serious,” you teased, setting down the drink, “no need to treat this like a job interview.”

He huffed, looking down at the table, fingers clenching a bit tighter. Jaw tight he intoned, “Forgive me, this is….not something I usually do.”

He looked up to see your eyes soften and nearly drew his hands back when your own covered them. “I’m sorry…I…I’m nervous too and, well, teasing is my defense mechanism.” Taking your own deep breath, you released his hands, sat back and took another drink of water before saying, “Let’s start over shall we? Really give this a chance?”

He hummed agreement, taking the bottle of wine which appeared at that moment and poured two glasses. Lifting his own, he said, “To new experiences with new acquaintances.”

“Here, here,” you agreed, tapping his glass with your own.

As you both drank, you settled, bodies relaxing and conversation flowing a little more easily. Maybe Takao knew what he was talking about after all.

Hyuuga

“I swear, they should be here any minute,” Hyuuga mutters, checking his phone for what must be the fiftieth time in the span of five minutes.

“Hyuuga-kun, it’s fine. You know how they are,” you assure, though you can’t quite keep a note of irritation from your voice. Was it really so bad spending time together…alone? You’d been dancing around each other practically all year, much to the chagrin and irritation of your mutual friends, but neither you nor Hyuuga were ready to admit to yourselves, much less to each other, how you felt.

“That’s it, I’m calling Teppei,” Hyuuga grumbles, drawing you out of your musings. You sigh, watching his back as he walks a bit away, unsure why he doesn’t just stay by you to make the call. Then again, he’s probably going to give his best friend an earful for being so late and doesn’t want to make you an uncomfortable witness to it; Hyuuga can be quite intense when he’s upset.

Down the lane, Hyuuga finally gets Kiyoshi’s on the phone. “Where the hell are you?” he practically shouts into the mouthpiece.

“Well hello to you too, Junpei.” Kiyoshi’s mirthful tone is enough to set Hyuuga’s teeth on edge.

“Cut the crap, where are you and the rest of the guys?”

“Home,” comes the simply reply.

Hyuuga pauses, feeling the vein on his temple rise. “Excuse me? You ditched _____ and me? On single’s night?!”

Kiyoshi chuckles and Hyuuga can just picture him shaking his head. “Yes and no. We ditched you so that you could become not single anymore.”

“Wha-”

“Now you cut the crap, Junpei,” Kiyoshi admonishes voice dropping to a more serious tone. “The two of you need to get your act together and put us all out of our misery watching you fumble over the fact you’re crazy for each other!”

“Go for it captain!”

“You can do it!”

“We believe in you!”

The background chants of his team do little to encourage Hyuuga, instead putting him more ill at ease. “I told you,” he hisses, “to leave it alone. To let me…us…whatever handle it as we see fit! I don’t even know if _____actually likes me like that! I don’t know if I like ______ like that!”

There’s a garbled protest and then Riko is the one shouting on the line. “That’s the biggest load of crap I’ve ever heard Junpei! Now be a man and tell _______how you feel or so help me, I’ll-”

“Ok, Riko, ok, that’s enough,” Kiyoshi’s voice says over the line. Then to Hyuuga he adds, “You might as well get it over with, because if you don’t we’re done playing nice.”

“Nice? You call this nice? Dumping us off together on single’s night on Valentine’s day?!”

“Who’s dumping who now?”

Your voice makes Hyuuga almost drop his phone. From the other side of the city he hears Kiyoshi laugh loudly. “Now you’ve done it. Good luck!” And the line goes dead.

Slowly Hyuuga looks at you, cheeks burning red all the way up to his ears. “Hey, are you ok?” you ask, stepping into his personal space and stealing the very breath from his lungs when the back of your hand touches his forehead. “Geez, you’re burning up, Hyuuga-san, we should get you home and-”

“I like you,” he blurts out stalling your words.

Blinking up at him, your mouth opens and closes but no words come out. Gathering courage he quickly pockets his phone, replacing it with your hand in his. Giving it a squeeze he repeats, “I like you, _____.”

And when you smile bright and wide, he feels a flood of relief rush through his chest. He’ll have to make sure to thank his team properly the next time he sees them.

Imayoshi

You stood, body shaking both from the cold and, you hated to admit, irritation. No, it had blown way past irritation into the neighborhood of hot blooded rage. How dare someone be so…so…callous! So cruel! And you without your phone to call and give him a piece of your mind, lost somewhere and another thing you’d have to deal with.

“This is exactly why I don’t date,” you huffed, breath coming out in steamy vapor.

“______-chan?”

The nearness of the voice made you jump, your eyes wide as you turned to face whoever had managed to get into your personal space without you noticing. When his visage came into focus, you smiled ever so slightly. “Good evening, Imayoshi-san,” you offered, tilting your head slightly.

He returned the gesture, never losing his trademark smirk, the one he hid behind so often. “And what, pray tell, has you in such a tiff?” he asked, the steam from the cup in his hand an inviting distraction from the cold.

Snapping your eyes to his face, you shrugged. “Oh, um, well.” No sense in denying it, he’d probably already figured it out. “I got stood up.”

He clicked his tongue. “Tsk, tsk, the nerve of some people, and on Valentine’s day too.” He shook his index finger to and fro. “Very naughty.” You nodded, turning to look back out over the water. “Good thing I came along,” he added, stepping closer to the edge of the bridge and by proxy yourself. “Would hate for you to have done something irreversible.”

You smacked his arm. “I wouldn’t jump over something so frivolous.”

He grinned. “Good to hear it.” A pause and then, “Well, seeing as you’re alone and I’m alone, why don’t we be alone together? Somewhere preferably with a heater and hot food, perhaps?”

Shoving down the tiny glimmer of hope that flooded your heart, and reminding yourself this was merely your good…friend?…being kind you nodded, accepting his arm.

When you reached a suitable and uncrowded bistro he ushered you indoors away from the cold. Taking your coat, Imayoshi glanced back through the door, smirking as your would be date wandered two and fro looking aimlessly for you. Such a shame, Imayoshi considered as your phone in his pocket buzzed for probably the tenth time, but you were his…you just weren’t aware of it yet.

I know Imayoshi’s is a bit…odd…but I can just see him setting up his own date like this. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed these! – Admin Jade

Blind Date clarification: Just KNB for me. Thanks!

Oh ho! Daiki’s gonna get jealous….

Clutching the flowers in his hand a bit tighter, he swallows his nerves. It was one thing to deal with Aomine and his piss poor attitude on the court, but now Wakamatsu is downright playing with fire.

He’s harbored a fierce crush on you ever since you started coming around more to Too’s practices and of course their games, always cheering loudly for them but focused more on their resident brat than anyone else.

But Aomine isn’t doing anything about it and so Wakamatsu decided he would!

So here he is, standing before the door of your house, sweltering in the suit he’d drug out from the back of his closet and realizing he probably should have had it dry cleaned. Oh well, too late now.

Extending his fist, he knocks rapidly then stands stock still to wait.

The door opens, your face betraying your surprise to see him of all people standing on your stoop.

Clearing his throat, Wakamatsu begins, “Hey, _____-chan, um, I’m sure this is kind of odd, but…would you, uh…that is…I was wondering if…”

He huffs, narrows his eyes and thrusts the flowers forward, finally managing to get out, “These are for you and I’d really love it if you’d consider going on a date with me. Tonight,” he clarifies quickly.

You look up at him with wide yes, fingers loosely taking the bouquet from his hands. After a moment you finally manage to find your voice, saying softly, “Wakamatsu-kun, I’m flattered but…it’s just that-”

“Look,” he says, tone a bit gruffer, “I know ok? I’m well aware of who you want but is he here?” He pauses, extending his arms and looking over both shoulders for dramatic effect. Shaking his head he goes on as his eyes land on yours once more. “No, he’s not, but I am. And all I’m asking for is a chance, one chance, one date, to change your mind.”

You take in a deep breath. One thing’s for sure, it took a lot of courage to do what he’s doing and say what he is. That should count for something, shouldn’t it?

Finally, you smile and nod. “Ok, Wakamatsu-kun, you’ve got yourself a deal.”

He snorts. “I’d rather have a date.”

Your giggle makes him smile finally. “Fair enough,” you concede and gesture for him to come in. “Just give me a few minutes, I’ll go get ready.”

Is it alright if I indulge a bit and ask for a Blind Date? Thank you…⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

Of course darling! I’m sorry this is so late!

This has got to be, by far, the strangest date you’ve ever been on.

“If you’ll take my hand, I’ll lead you to your table,” the hostess requests.

Swallowing your nerves, you do as asked, clasping what you’re sure is a rather sweaty palm in her own but if so, she doesn’t say anything. With a gentle smile, she leads into the completely pitch black room, the light on her headband the only source of guidance.

You reach your destination with no mishaps and settle into your seat.

“Your dinner companion will be arriving shortly, the meal has been prearranged, we hope you have a good time,” she says before leaving.

Bouncing your knee, you wait, a bit anxious but the murmur of voices around you starts to calm your nerves. You must be in a booth because while you can hear voices, you can’t determine the actual words of their conversations.

“Here you go sir.” The hostess’s voice makes you jump.

“Thank you,” a deep voice returns and you feel your heart rate pick up. He must be tall, slightly barrel chested you consider for his voice to be that low. Something tells you he’s handsome too.

“Good evening,” he offers across to you.

“Hi, I’m-”

“Ah, ah! No names yet,” he chuckles. “It heightens the anticipation, don’t you think?”

Momentarily unsure, you cock one eyebrow, huffing a nearly silent laugh when you realize he can’t see it. “Fine by me,” you finally supply.

As the meal is laid before you, simple finger foods you’re told by the waiter to avoid lawsuits involving forks and unfortunate accidental stabbings, you and your literally blind date go about the business of getting to know everything about one another aside from your names.

You speak of your love for writing and watching anime while he expounds on his basketball obsession.

“I play center,” he offers when you ask for more details.

“Oh, that’s cool! Maybe I can come see you play some time,” you say excitedly.

You can hear the smile in his voice when he replies, “I’m sure I’d like that very much.”

Eventually your meal is over and it’s time for the big reveal.

“Ready for the light?” he asks.

You nod, again forgetting he can’t see you, hastily adding, “Yes!”

There’s a click and you’re momentarily blinded but as your eyes adjust you take in a strong jaw, soft smile and gentle brown eyes. He has brown hair, slightly tousled but somehow neat.

“Hi,” he says, waving cutely. “I’m, Kiyoshi Teppei, it’s nice to officially meet you…”

“_______,” you say in an exhale.

You were right; he’s really handsome.

Is it too late to request a Valentine’s Day treat with Izuki? Thanks ✨

Izuki takes a deep breath walking back from the gym to his locker. Of course he would forget his homework! As he passes other lockers, stuffed and covered with Valentine’s paraphernalia left to surprise their recipients the next morning, he can’t help but sigh.

Why oh why did he have to fall for someone so unattainable?

You’re everything he’s ever wanted, ever needed he believes, but there’s just no way you’d ever see anything in him, not when he’s surrounded by the likes of Kagami and Kiyoshi with their imposing presence or Hyuuga with his intensity or Kuroko…well, he was at least more noticeable than him.

“I need to get uglier friends,” he mutters finally reaching the row where his locker lies. Only to almost fall on the floor when he sees you retracting your hand from leaving what appears to be a box and card next to it. That is his locker you’re standing in front of, right? His eyes aren’t playing tricks on him?

His sneakers squeak against the tile floor drawing your attention to his position and the blush on your cheeks is so lovely he could cry.

“Izuki-kun,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. “I…that is…I wasn’t…”

He hurries forward, taking your hands in his. “Tell me I’m not dreaming,” he begs.

You blink up at him. “You…you’re not dreaming.”

He smiles, trailing the backs of his fingers over your cheek. “Such a shame,” he says, smiling wider at your confusion, “because if I were dreaming, I’d have the courage to kiss you.”

You smile, tilting up on the tips of your toes, bringing your lips within a hair’s breadth from his own. “Then why not make my dream come true and do it anyway?” you ask.

He grins, leans down and does just that.

Kageyama: Me + You = Happiness Times 2

Ask: Hi there!! I’d like to request a scenario with Kageyama and a female reader where they both have crushes on each other but are equally awkward and adorable about trying to confess that they like the other and they fail a few times before they both finally muster up the courage to confess to each other and it’s cute and fluffy and awkwardly adorable because they had no reason to worry at all. I’m just really in the mood for awkward and adorable Kags so i hope this makes the list! TYSM!!

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER!!! I hope you’re still in the mood for awkward, adorable Kags (and I hope this is actually adorable). Thank you for your patience!

One day after practice, Kageyama approached Yachi asking, “I’m having trouble with that new chapter in math, would you be able to help me?”

Yachi bit her bottom lip, an apology written on her face. “Sorry, Kageyama-kun,” she said scratching her chin, “I have a lot to work on with the new posters and my English homework.” After a moment, she brightened, extending one finger up in a gesture of inspiration. “But ______ is really good at math, I’m sure she’d help you.”

At the mention of ______’s name, Kageyama couldn’t stop his cheeks from flushing a bright red. The last thing he wanted was help from her. Not because he didn’t like her, oh no, it was the complete opposite. He didn’t want her to know how hard math, and other subjects, were for him to grasp. But with the threat of missing out on summer training camp because of make-up tests looming over him, he begrudgingly nodded. “Ok, um, will you-?

“I’ll talk to her, no worries, Kageyama-kun!” Yachi exclaimed, giving him a salute.

He thanked her before running back to the court where Hinata was shouting at him to give him one more toss.

“I never pegged you for the devious sort,” Ennoshita teased, a knowing look in his eyes.

Now it was Yachi blushing as she shook her head. “No..no, I really couldn’t help-”

He patted her on the shoulder. “You’re a good friend, Yacchan. Sometimes people need a little extra push, right?”

Smiling, the tiny blonde nodded, hurrying to her bag to send ______ a text.

Later that night she giggled at the reply.

You did WHAT?!!!

I told Kageyama-kun you’d help him with his math. What, you don’t want to?

It’s not that! But….him and me….alone…? ヾ(ﾟдﾟ)ﾉ

You’re welcome! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

YACHI!!!

Seriously, you will help, right? ಥ_ಥ

…….fine

YEAH!!! (•◡•) /

Kageyama laid on his bed, volleyball tossing up and down though his mind was, for once, not solely focused on the sport he so adored. Instead, he was thinking of his “study date” as Yachi had called it in her text to him that evening. Just the idea of him and ______ on a date had his heart pounding and he really wished she hadn’t called it that because now he wasn’t sure what to think or do.

Had _______ called it a date, or was that Yachi just using a figure of speech? Had she figured out he had a crush on _____? Probably. Yachi was surprisingly astute about more things than just school.

The smack of the ball against his face made him groan. Just what he needed, a red mark on his forehead! Standing quickly, he looked in the mirror sighing when he saw there was no mark and deciding he should just try to get some sleep.

The next day was a Saturday but as usual Kageyama was up at the break of dawn, running. Huffing and puffing through the cold air he hoped a thorough workout would calm his jittery nerves so that he had some hope of focusing while ______ was tutoring him.

Those hopes were promptly dashed the moment he stepped into the cafe they’d agreed to meet at. There she sat, pencil in hand and books already on the table. Her focus was on the papers in front of her so Kageyama had an opportunity to take her in unobserved. He’d thought her pretty enough in their uniform but here, in the real world, she was something else entirely, wearing a soft looking dress of a color he wasn’t sure the name of along with white knee high socks and ankle boots, a plush white scarf around her neck. Not an overly affectionate person, Kageyama was startled by the overwhelming want to wrap his arms around her and squeeze.

That was until her head whipped up and she caught him staring. His shoulders went rigid, the clutch of his hand on the strap of his bag tightening. Oh god, how long had he been looking? Was he creeping her out?

He relaxed slightly when she smiled and waved him over.

“Good morning Kageyama-kun,” she said sweetly as he approached.

“Good morning, ______-san,” he returned, thankful his voice hadn’t cracked.

They stared at each other for a few seconds before she spoke once more. “Yachi mentioned you were having trouble-”

‘Yes!” he said a bit too abruptly, rifling through his bag to offset the sudden awkward tension. “Um, this chapter,” he offered, pointing to the appropriate page in his book.

She leaned forward, eyes darting over the figures he’d written down. “Oh, I see where you went wrong. Here let me show…”

But Kageyama was already lost and it wasn’t because he didn’t understand the math, though that definitely played a part. From this distance, he could smell her perfume, a sweet floral scent that wasn’t overly strong. The fan of her breath hit his hand and he almost shuddered. How was he going to do this? Looking up was a mistake because now he was aware of how close their faces were, prompting him to jerk back suddenly.

He moved so violently that his chair leg caught on a loose tile, sending it toppling to the side and subsequently spilling him onto the floor. ______, of course, was so startled she jumped up which knocked the table, spilling her coffee all over their papers and her hand.

She hissed in pain drawing Kageyama’s attention to her and away from his own embarrassment.

“Damn it,” he groaned standing quickly, trying to ignore the stares and snickers of their fellow patrons. “Are you ok? I’m so sorry!”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said quietly but the redness of her hand said otherwise.

“Here, let’s get that under some cold water,” Kageyama insisted and without thought grasped her non-injured hand to drag her towards the back of the restaurant.

Whipping open the bathroom door, he ushered her inside. “Run cold water on that, I’ll be right back.”

Bewildered, she did as told, jumping slightly when he returned a few minutes later saying through the closed door, “When you’re done, come back to the table.”

She finished up, drying her hand and wincing when it continued to sting. Walking swiftly, she reached their table to find Kageyama had procured a first aid kit from the staff and taken the time to clean up the mess as best he could. He gestured for her to sit and after she did so, silently asked for her hand. Blushing furiously, she extended it, unable to look at his face as he deftly put burn ointment on the affected area and then with a tenderness she never would have expected from someone normally so brusque, wrapped gaze and a bandage around it.

When he was done, Kageyama nodded once then stood, making his way to return the kit.

He returned quickly, falling back into his chair and sighing out, “Leave it to me to not only ruin our study date but injure you in the process.”

Her eyes whipped up. “This was a date?”

Kageyama felt his cheeks flame, the red hue he was sure to be brighter than the burn on her hand. “Um, well, that is…Yachi mentioned…I mean, I thought-”

“Did you want it to be a date?” The question left her mouth before she’d given proper thought to it and a second later she clamped her hand over her mouth.

Kageyama looked at her a moment, then figuring he might as well go for broke, nodded. “Yeah, I, um, I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while now, just…never….did.”

“Yeah, that’s the way to win her over,” he thought bitterly, clenching his fist upon the table and looking towards the ground.

His head snapped up at the feel of her hand on his. “I…I’d like it…if you did,” she confessed.

Swallowing his nerves, present still despite the complete certainty she’d say yes, Kageyama asked, “______, would you like to go on a date with me? A proper one?”

She smiled. “Yes, Kageyama-kun, I’d like that very much.”

“And next time I won’t fall over and spill coffee on you,” he muttered, much enjoying the feel of her fingers toying with his own.

Giggling, she finally grasped his hand completely and gave it a squeeze. “Technically,” she said, drawing out the word, “you didn’t spill the coffee on me. I did that all on my own.”

He huffed out a laugh, shaking his head.

“So, shall we get back to work?” she asked.

Staring at the coffee logged papers, Kageyama shrugged. “Might as well,” he agreed and scooted his chair right next to hers, no longer worried about being too close.

Blind date!

There were few things that could make Nebuya nervous, but being set up on a date was one of them. Still, he supposes it can’t be all that bad considering it’s Akashi who’s setting him up.

He is the absolute authority in, well, everything so he should know what he’s talking about when it comes to stuff like this.

Right?

Nebuya fingers the tie around his neck, consternation playing across his face. He’s never really felt comfortable in formal clothing but still, this is a gala and everyone is dressed to the nines. The suit is yet another thing he owes gratitude to Akashi for.

“Nebuya-san?”

He turns at the address and he knows he’s been unable to hide the surprise on his face.

“I’ll take that look to mean you’re pleased?” you tease and he blushes. You giggle, extending one hand. “______, pleased to meet you. Akashi’s description was spot on, though I much prefer the real deal.”

Remembering he should speak, Nebuya manages to grunt out, “I, um, it’s nice to meet you as well, ______.” Then, remembering the training Akashi drilled into him, he offers his arm, working to ease his smile. “Shall we?”

You nod, taking the offered arm and the two of you make way into the Valentine’s charity event, where later in the evening Nebuya makes use of one more thing Akashi insisted upon: dancing lessons.

The blind date sounds fun, haha! Set me up for one with a sweetie from KnB? <3

“Hey, Junpei-kun,” you say.

He turns, flinching as you whisk the glasses from his face.

“Oi! _______, what the hell?” he snaps, equilibrium off thanks to his lack of ability to see.

He grunts when you push him onto the couch and land on top of him. Your giggles fill the room as you pepper his face with kisses. “What? I wanted a blind date!” you exclaim.

Huffing, “You’re ridiculous,” he nevertheless relents, settling onto his back and playing with your hair as you rest your head upon his chest. After a moment, he plants a kiss to the crown of your head, muttering, “Happy Valentine’s day, idiot.”

ooh mini valentine’s day drabbles!! could i please have one with akashi seijuro? where “i” (or the reader) sneaks into his dorm (college au kind of!) to surprise him and stays the night and showers him with hugs and kisses because this over achiever deserves lots of love and cuddles!

You’ve been planning this all week. For the majority of your relationship, it’s been Seijuro who comes up with the plans, the ideas, the surprises. And while that’s all well and good and definitely part of who he is, not even the great emperor can do it all (much as he tries).

Which is why tonight, you’re implementing Operation: Get Boyfriend to Relax.

Said operation starts the moment his bewildered self opens the door to your knock.

“_____-chan,” he says, eyeing the massive cellophane covered basket in your hands. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Yourself, because I love you and I’m going to take care of you,” you say with a bright smile as you pass him to enter his dorm room. You’re still surprised he opted to stay on campus but knowing his father the opportunity to get away was probably too good to pass up.

He chuckles shutting the door. “I have to give you credit,” he says walking to where you stand by his desk, “you actually managed to surprise me.”

Giggling, you quickly unwrap the basket. “I have all of your favorite snacks, a few romance and action movies and my jammies because I’m staying with you all night.”

He smiles warmly, drawing you into his arms. “What did I do to deserve you?” he whispers into your hair.

You pull back just enough to reach his lips, against which you mutter, “You demand the best, right? Well…” you shrug and he laughs, mirth vibrating his body against yours, and no matter how many times you’ve heard it, it’s still one of the most beautiful sounds your ears have been blessed to hear.