This one’s for @vball-baes-bball-babes — Sorry about not sending this through SUBMIT. Had some problems with the classification of the work; the usual route refuses to let me send multiple gifs as was the case with another one I made a day ago.
Without further ado, a set of headcanons with an interactive element!
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>With the event falling on a weekday, it wasn’t practical to go out to ‘try their luck’ in getting a table at any restaurant.
>Even the ones that weren’t doing so well on the average day were packed!
>Forcing it was neither in the character of this duo — especially with Yukio who never half-assed anything in his life.
>There’s no way he’d start now, on a Valentine’s evening, which is supposed to be about showing how dedicated he is to his love.
>He saw to it that he was the first to be home that day.
>All the stuff he needed for a homemade date were purchased some days before; while ideally he would opt for freshness of the ingredients, he had to sacrifice his particularness for efficiency and discreetness.
>So he comes home early. Lengthy preparation was under way.
>Aware of Jade’s fondness for Italian food, he saw to it to make a selection of dishes.
>While he was more an expert at making Nikujaga, his hand at crafting some italian dishes was acceptable to a few Italian grandmothers.
>Picture this: His furrowed brows as he concentrated on getting the flavors as accurately as possible.
>He ultimately miscalculates the entire proceedings, missing his clock at 15 minutes, Jade’s presence announced with the key put into the lock and some problematic turning.
>Both neglected to use WD-40 on the lock to make it easier to work with.
>Table already set in an impressive spread, Yukio only had enough time to change into something more presentable
>Presentable over his usual tanktop and cotton, drawsting shorts
>He sprints to the bedroom he shares with Jade
>He changes into a button-up shirt in a color she always favored and a pair of trousers.
>He splashes on a fragrance that she loved so much…
>…He now smells like an Italian granny with classy swag.
>With Jade still struggling with the lock, Yukio neatened his hair with his fingers before hastily making his way to the door.
>Already exhausted from work, Jade was about say something sassy when her gaze was met with a well-put together everything.
>From bae, to living room area, to dining area.
>And to talk about the delightful aroma wafting about the premises doesn’t give the food justice.
>Gaze shifted once from the candles lit on the table to her Prince of the evening.
>In his hands were a bouquet of the finest orange, Gerber Daisies he could find.
>Never one to speak eloquently about the depths of how he feels, he lets the absolute adoration in his eyes do the talking.
>After a great dinner, dessert was had in the living room.
>He serenades Jade with his guitar cover of It Was Always You by Maroon 5.
>Part of the Valentine’s gift Jade gets from Yukio is a CD he made of himself singing or just playing the guitar.
>Covers of their favorite songs
>Bonus of two tracks, something he composed for her:
>They’re of how much his life has changed since he met her, how much she means to him, and what he promises to her from the day he asked her to be his GF to Wife.
I was grinning so hard reading these, this is too precious! Thank you so much, I love it!!!
Upon opening the front door, the smell of roses assaulted his nose. Midorima glanced down to see petals littering the floor, creating an obvious path that he knew he was meant to follow. It made a frown etch itself onto his lips; how long had the trail been sitting there? Minutes? Hours? He knew the answer would be way closer to the latter than he’d prefer.
“I’m home,” he called once he’d stepped through the threshold. The silence that greeted him wasn’t worrying, but it certainly wasn’t anticipated.
Removing his shoes, Midorima closed the door behind him before proceeding into his home. His sock covered feet stepped on the petals, feeling the moisture on them wick off into the thick fabric. It trailed off to the first right turn in the hallway, leading expectantly to the dining room. Even before Midorima turned into the room, he could smell the aroma of a perfectly cooked dinner sitting on the table.
“____?”
What he hadn’t expected was to see you fast asleep at your seat, your head resting on your folded arms. Just in front of you, your plate of food was sitting. Across from that, what he presumed to be his was also perfectly placed. Midorima only had to guess that both plates would be ice cold by now.
Stepping over to your side, Midorima took one final glance over the delicate details you’d painstakingly made sure were set. From the trail of petals to the bouquet on the table all the way to the dinner set out, he knew you’d probably spent the better half of your evening getting it all ready only for him to call and say he’d be staying an extra few hours at work.
Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, careful not to wake you up. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
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.”
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…”
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.
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.
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.”
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.
A content sigh leaves your lips, breath ghosting over the neck hairs of your now husband as the two of you sway to and fro in an easy circle, eyes of friends and family watching you dance but they’re lost to you as the man in your arms becomes the center of your world, your universe.
Ennoshita places a kiss to your temple, murmuring, “Still glad you married me?”
Somehow the snort you let loose is elegant. “The night’s still young, Chikara, but I think it’s safe to say I’m happy with my choice. You?”
He draws back, cupping your face with one hand, eyes shining. “I’ve never been more happy or sure of anything in my life.”
You smile, leaning up to touch your lips to his. “Good, cause you’re stuck with me for life, baby.”
He grins. “Though, I think we can both agree it was a tad cliche getting married on Valentine’s day.”
You shrug. “Day of love seemed appropriate to me.”
And he just laughs again, sweeping you of your feet in a dip earning claps, hoots and whistles from your audience.
I went a bit of a different direction with this one, I hope you like it!
Everything was planned, outlined even, so that this evening, one he’d waited upon for so long, would be perfect.
Which is why Oikawa is cursing at himself for running late. Literally running as he pumps his legs to go faster but it’s difficult sprinting in a suit with a bunch of flowers and a box of chocolates in his hands. Damn his boss holding him back when he knew he needed to leave on time today.
But he makes it to the train just before the doors shut; right on the flowers he was trying to keep from getting crushed between himself and his fellow sardines.
Clutching a now useless mass of stems he sighs, willing his blood pressure to lower. He needs to calm down. At least he still has the box of chocolate.
Which now, as the doors open, is ripped from his hands by some two bit punks exiting the train.
“Hey!” he shouts, trying to push through the sea of humanity but it’s no use; they’re gone, along with your treat.
“Damn, damn, damn!” he hisses, smacking his fist against the wall. He takes a deep breath. Fine, he’ll just order you the entire dessert platter at the restaurant to make up for it.
“I’m sorry sir, but I don’t see your name on the reservations list. As you can see, we’re very busy and it’s doubtful a table will free up any time soon.”
Oikawa stands fuming, fists clenched and you swear steam is going to pour out of his ears soon. You knew something was off when he met you at work this evening, but now it really looks like Tooru is going to deck the poor man who’s just doing his job.
Taking his hand, you tug on him. “Tooru, let’s go,” you whisper.
“Tch, who wants to eat in this dump anyway!” he snaps over his shoulder. It’s a petty shot but you allow it since clearly this is not the first thing to go wrong today.
“Ok, spill, what’s going on?” you ask when you’re safely outside.
“Oh nothing much,” he chuckles mirthlessly. “Only the flowers I got you were decapitated by the subway.” Your eyes widen. “Stupid dumb-ass punks fucking stole your chocolate!” You cover your mouth in an attempt to hide your smile. “Now we can’t eat at the one place you told me you’d like to go that I know I made reservations at!” he exclaims whipping his hand backwards.
A flash of lightning coupled with the snap of thunder sends a deluge of water upon you. Oikawa tilts his head back, shouting to the heavens, “AND NOW IT’S FUCKING RAINING!!”
Dropping his chin to his chest, shoulders visibly trembling, Oikawa can’t bring himself to look you in the eyes following that outburst. But they spring open at the feel of your lips against his, your fingers carding through thick soaked hair. He closes them a moment later, allowing himself to get lost in your kiss.
When you part, breaths fanning out in steam, you smile up at him. “Sometimes, it really is the thought that counts Tooru.” You take his hand again, leading him towards the station. “Let’s go home, gets jammies on and eat junk food while watching sappy romances.” He wrinkles his nose at this last but beams a smile when you amend, “Ok, fine, cheesy sci-fi.”
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