They would be too cute! Thanks for the request, I hope you like it!
The street-ball tournament is getting more intense, each team
getting more riled up to win. What would one expect with a park full of
testosterone? Faking back, Kasamatsu assesses his options, turning around
quickly to pass the ball only to have it smacked out of his hands. Rushing
forward, he slaps the ball back but it goes too far to the right and instead of
heading back to his teammate’s hands it’s on a crash course with some girl’s head!
“Look out!” the captain yells, the blonde dodging just in
time with a startled scream escaping her lips.
As the ball is being retrieved, Kasamatsu makes his way to
the her, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Are you ok? Sorry about-“his voice
fails when he sees how cute she is. Dressed in a short-pleated skirt and
collared shirt, her shiny hair pulled to one side in a ponytail he can’t stop
staring at her, mouth open slightly, his eyes wide.
Yachi’s own wide eyes look back at the intense captain, her
knees clattering together.
“Hai…I…I’m fine,” she stammers finally breaking Kasamatsu
out of his haze, “I should have…been paying attention.”
He frowns making her jump, but before he can correct her Kise
pipes in, “Geez, Kasamatsu-senpai, if you wanted to meet a girl you didn’t have
to frighten her into talking to you!”
“Shut up, Kise!” he shouts, whirling around to kick his ace
in the behind, his cheeks blazing red.
“Can you watch them while I run to the store? I’ll only be
gone 30 minutes, tops!” Your boyfriend isn’t given time to protest as you hurry
out the door.
Daichi: Used to looking after those younger and more
immature than himself, Daichi takes this announcement in stride. When the rambunctious
two-year-old gets too out of control, Daichi uses his “captain’s voice” to get
them to pay attention. You return to find them snuggled on the couch watching
cartoons peacefully and decide then and there you’re going to marry that boy;
he’ll be a great father someday.
Kiyoshi: This soft love muffin will be overwhelmed, or rather
overrun, rather quickly. Not in that he thinks he can’t handle the task, but
simply for the fact that he’ll bend to their will over everything since he’s so
tenderhearted. He ends up having to call Hyuga for help who berates him for not
having a firmer hand.
Ushijima: One you’re out the door, your sibling is already
crying but Ushijima is never one to get flustered. “Do you want something to
eat?” Still crying. “Do you want to watch something?” Still crying. “Maybe a
nap is what you need.” Even more crying. Eventually the kid is given a snack
which they eat sniffling as they watch their favorite cartoon before snuggling
up in Ushijima’s arms and falling asleep. He looks down at the slumbering
toddler wondering why people always say babysitting is so hard.
Otsubo: Another male ready to handle any challenge, he sets
his sight on making the most of this opportunity. “Do you want to learn how to
shoot?” he asks. He’ll take the kid to their room, undoubtedly equipped with
some sort of childish basketball hoop and ball, spending the time showing them
proper form even though they’re so small. You’ll return to find a beaming
sibling, proudly showing how they can shoot a three pointer and “dunk” when
Ostubo picks them up so they can slam the ball through the hoop. Talk about
swoon worthy!
Lev: This overgrown child panics, stammering out that he
doesn’t really think he’s fit for this and you really should just let him go to
the store and…you’re gone. Sighing, he eyes the sibling warily and they, like a
dog who can sense fear, take full advantage of his inexperience. Lev is the younger sibling and so has no idea
about how to do this. It doesn’t take long for them to blackmail him into
giving them extra candy, the resulting sugar rush only adding fuel to this
rapidly out of control situation. As he chases the hyper active child and tries
to get them down from the bookshelf he can’t help wondering if this is pay back
for the hard time he gave his sister when they were growing up.
Tendo: Both he and your sibling are protesting your exit. He
because he doesn’t know the first thing about taking care of a kid and your
sibling because they don’t want to be left alone with the monster. Ignoring both
their pleas, you head out calling over your shoulder that they’ll be fine. When
silence descends after your exit the two of them look at each other. “Agreement
to not cause each other trouble?” asks your boyfriend. They look at him in
confusion. Sighing, he places them on the couch, turns on the TV and says, “Just
sit quietly until she gets back.” Surprisingly, they listen and Tendo thinks
maybe this kid thing isn’t as bad as he thought.
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.”
So this is pretty much not what you describe above (sorry) but it is the characters you requested lol. I had a lot harder time writing these two than I thought I would but I hope you like what I’ve come up with. Sorry if it’s terrible. Thank you for the hug and congratulations and all your wonderful support!
Walking through the Fukurodani campus on her way back from analyzing
their basketball team for an upcoming game, Momoi is startled when she hears a
loud cry of, “Akaashi!” What would Seijuro-kun be doing out here? Curiosity
leads her towards the sound of the loud voice where she comes upon another gym,
this one set up for volleyball. Inside she sees a boy with black and grey hair
jumping up and slamming a volleyball set up by a dark haired, slightly sleepy
eyed male.
“Nice one Akaashi!” the first boy yells and she realizes her
mistake. Of course, it wouldn’t be her
Akashi that was here.
She watches in silence, admiring both players skills. She
may not know much about this sport, but she can tell these two are something
special. After a while they leave and she too makes her way back home.
A week later she’s back, this time for the game she’d been
doing research for. After Too’s victory the team is making their way back
through the school when she realizes she forgot her bag. Hurrying, she enters
the gym only to find the same dark-haired boy as before picking it up.
He turns at her entrance and she walks up extending her
hand. “Thank you, I almost forgot that,” she says as he hands it to her
silently.
“Your guys are something else,” he comments and she smiles.
“Yeah, they’re pretty amazing,” she replies. Going on she
says, “Then again, you and that owl boy aren’t too bad either.”
Akaashi chuckles at Momoi’s description of Bokuto. “I
thought I sensed someone watching us. Well, if you ever really want to see us
in action, come to a game, we have one next week here,” he offers. Extending
his hand, he adds, “Akaashi Keiji, second year vice-captain and setter.”
Momoi takes it saying, “Momoi Satsuki, nice to meet you.”
“Oooooooo,” Bokuto says his eyes wide, “who is that hottie with the pink hair? She’s waving at you Akaashi!”
The setter turns, seeing Momoi sitting in the stands and as
Bokuto pointed out, she’s waving. He sends a little wave back to her before
looking back at the ace. “Focus on the game, Bokuto.”
Momoi is thoroughly impressed by Fukurodani and transfixed
by the action on the court. Overall, she’s gathered how the game works, and
finds herself analyzing the players just the same as she would for basketball.
As she’d previously suspected, Bokuto and Akaashi make quite the pairing,
frequently scoring. She chuckles slightly at a moment when the ace lets his
temper get the best of him but is not surprised with the home team emerges
victorious.
Afterwards, she waits for Akaashi, and when he exits the
lockers room he approaches her with a small smile. “You came,” he says simply.
“Yeah and it was great! I mean, not as great as basketball,
but still, it was a lot more exciting than I thought it would be.”
“Not as great as basketball? Is there anything great about basketball?”
“Hey, weren’t you the one who said our guys are something
else?” she says smiling slyly.
It falls to a pout when he says, “I never said that was a
good thing.” But his eyes have a dash of humor in them.
“You know, you should really tell that owl boy to watch his
eyes, it was obvious he was going to cross and that forced a rather poorly
powered straight,” she comments making Akaashi’s eyes go a bit wider.
“For someone who just started watching the game, you sure
seem adept,” he replies narrowing them again. Suddenly he’s glad she’s not into
volleyball the same way she is with basketball.
Shrugging, Momoi smiles demurely. “Boys are just so simple,”
she says, turning to leave. He clears his throat giving her pause and she turns
back around.
“Well, if you want to be surprised, you should check out
Karasuno. They’re…untraditional,” he says, eyes darting away for a moment. “In
fact,” he adds turning to look at her again, “they’re playing tomorrow against
Nekoma in a practice game. Care to come?”
“To just a practice game? Won’t it be boring?” she asks
confused.
“Not with these teams,” he replies, face giving nothing away.
A creature of curiosity, Momoi shrugs her shoulders. “Sure,
why not?”
“Great,” he says, giving her his phone number and gaining
hers to set up where to meet. “Oh, one more thing,” he adds before they part, “what
would it take to obtain your analysis of them? We have matches coming up
against them as well.”
She grins. “You’re a bit more devious than you appear
Akaashi-kun.” She taps her chin then says, “How about dinner afterwards?”
Thanks for participating! I felt like these two would have
an interesting dynamic!
Walking into the park, your heart starts beating faster when
you see your long-time crush Tanaka Ryuunosuke headed your way. He’s in town
for a tournament but has a break between games so asked you to come see him when
you were off work. The two of you have been flirting over texts after meeting
at a volleyball co-ed training camp and really hit it off.
Spying you ahead of him, Tanaka’s hands start sweating, his
neck getting tense. He likes you sooooo much and really wants to ask you out
but he’s been dragging his feet. Today Noya threatened that if he didn’t grow a
pair and finally confess he’d do it for him. Knowing the hyper active libero
would make good on his word, Tanaka requested an opportunity to see you.
“Hi, Tanaka-san!” you shout waving jovially. He smiles
lightly, blush coming up on his cheeks as he waves back. In little time, you’ve
meet half way both wanting to hug the other but refraining from doing so due to
your nerves and not really knowing where the other person is.
“Hey _____-chan, thanks for meeting me. It’s too bad you
couldn’t make it to the game, you would have seen my awesome spikes!” he says
adding a bit of bravado to his voice to cover his nerves.
You laugh to cover yours, sighing, “I know! I tried really hard
to get out of my shift but no one would cover for me!” You let out a little
pout and he thinks you’re the cutest girl he’s ever seen.
“No problem, we have more games tonight and tomorrow cause
we’re going all the way to the top!”
You nod enthusiastically. Then, remembering why you’re here,
you ask, “So, what did you want to talk to me about Tanaka-san?”
Tanaka’s eyes widened a bit, his throat becoming a bit dry
which he clears, repeatedly, trying to drum up the words he wants to say. Just
as he’s about to open his mouth, you notice someone behind him and yell out, “Oh!
Rinnosuke-kun!” Dodging around the bewildered volleyball player you launch
yourself into Mitobe’s arms, his large frame easily catching your smaller one.
Inside Tanaka is dying a little, ok maybe a lot, because he
was sure you were single and you’d
never mentioned a boyfriend and he couldn’t conceive of you being so cruel as
to lead him on and-
“Tanaka-san, this is one of my very best friends, Mitobe
Rinnosuke. Actually, I guess it would be more accurate to call him my big
brother!”
Big…brother…so this was
the guy. You’d mentioned your “brother” before but until now had never said his
name. He sizes up the tall male, not entirely pleased with the expression on
his face and while normally he’d be asking if he has a problem, it’s quite clear
that would be a rhetorical question.
Mitobe raises his eyebrows at your mention of Tanaka’s name
prompting you to blush furiously and hiss out, “Oh shut up!”
Tanaka is confused; did the dude even say anything? If so,
it must have been pretty low.
Another beat of silence passes but then your attention is
once again diverted when your name is called by a group of girls over by a
shop. Squealing out a hello, you whip your head to the boys, “Sorry guys, I
need to go chat with them for just a minute. But that will give you time to
become acquainted! Be right back!” Before either of them can protest you’re
running off to your friends.
Turning back to look at Mitobe, Tanaka crosses his arms. “So,
you’re _____-chan’s “brother”. She talks about you a lot, seems you two are
pretty close.”
Mitobe nods, his face remaining neutral, eyes focused on
Tanaka. Despite his cocky attitude, Tanaka does, deep down, care about what people
think of him. And it’s pretty clear that this guy means a lot to you, which
means he should probably put in some more effort to get to know him. After all,
if he wants to date you, doesn’t “family” usually come along in the mix?
“Um, _____-chan tells me you play basketball. Uh, that’s…cool…I
guess,” Tanaka says. Again, Mitobe just nods. Tanaka can feel himself getting
irritated with the guy. Is this some kind of a game? Pushing his buttons so he
can get him to explode or make a fool of himself in front of you? How is he supposed
to get to know the guy if he won’t talk?
“Oi,” he says a bit gruffer, “aren’t you gonna say anything?”
Mitobe shrugs, turning his head momentarily to look at you
then back at Tanaka. He repeats the motion, one eyebrow inclining slightly.
Sighing, Tanaka somehow
gets what he’s “saying”. “So, you figured out that I like her, huh?”
Mitobe nods, eyes narrowing a bit.
“And she’s really important to you, obviously,” Tanaka adds.
Another nod, arms crossing in front of his chest.
Scratching the back of his head, a sudden thought occurs to
Tanaka. “Well, seeing as you’re pretty much the only “family” _____-chan has, I
suppose this is appropriate.” He sees Mitobe’s eyes soften, a slight curve
downward of his lips as he recalls just how you’ve become an honorary member of
his family. Tanaka goes on, “Yeah, well, seeing as that’s the case, I guess….um…I,”
he sighs, closing his eyes before opening them again and blurting out, “Could I
get your permission to date her?”
Before Mitobe can react, a sudden shout from you draws both boys’
attention away from one another. You’re standing by yourself now, your friends
apparently having left, but there’s a guy messing with you, not letting you
leave.
Tanaka is there in a flash, yanking him back from you and
injecting himself between him and you. “Just what the hell do you think you’re
doing?” he shouts, fists clenched.
“Scram brat, this doesn’t concern you!” the bully says
moving to shove Tanaka out of the way. He dodges, grabbing the guy by the wrist
and twisting his arm around making him grunt in pain.
“Now,” he says gruffly, “get the hell out of here before I really
mess you up.”
He pushes him forward, making him stumble. The guy whirls
around, about to try again, when Mitobe arrives standing just behind Tanaka. At
the sight of the imposingly tall basketball player, the offender leaves,
cursing under his breath.
Tanaka turns to you. “Are you ok?” he asks. He’s barely finished
the question before you’ve flung yourself into his chest, tears streaming down
your cheeks. Awkwardly, Tanaka places his hands on your back, while yours wrap
more fully around his waist. He gulps, patting your head, unsure exactly what
to say but figuring he can help by just holding you.
His eyes shift to Mitobe who is standing very still watching
the two of you. Slowly, a soft smile pulls up his lips, his eyes flicking from Tanaka
to you then back again before he lifts his hand and shows a thumbs up.
Tanaka grins, saying lowly, “Thanks man.”
You sniff, pulling back to look up at your rescuer. “Did…did
you say something Tanaka-san?”
“What? Eh, no. Hey, I never did get a chance to talk to you,
you know?” he says smiling into your tear stained face. He pulls you along,
unwilling to ask his question in front of anybody else, brother or not.
As Mitobe watches you go, Koga arrives, standing next to
him.
“So that’s the guy?” he asks and Mitobe nods.
“Do we like him?” Mitobe nods again.
“Good, come on, the captain’s waiting,” he concludes, turning
on his heel headed back to the park court Seirin is practicing on. With one
last glance at you and your new boyfriend (he’s sure he’s right judging by how
you’re hugging him) Mitobe turns to follow his friend, glad he won’t have to
worry about you as long as Tanaka is around.
These were fun to write. I think I matured Yachi a bit but
hey, this is fiction so enjoy it for
what it’s worth right?
Moriyama
It doesn’t take long for Moriyama to notice her. A cute
bubbly blonde with her hair in a side pony tail and blue star hair clips? How could he not notice her? She’s in the front row, talking animatedly with her
friend, hands flying around. “How
adorable,” he thinks as he stretches.
Yachi doesn’t notice him, at least not yet, too invested in
her story. But when the buzzer sounds indicating the beginning of the game, her
head whips to face the court, eyes focusing in on the action; she prefers volleyball and is curious why her friend is so adamant about coming to this
game.
Moriyama sees his chance, implementing his unorthodox shot
and earning shocked gasps and cheers from the crowd. Yachi’s eyes are wide,
completely caught off guard by his motions.
“Eh?! Don’t they usually shoot like this?” she asks her
friend hands flinging over her head in a shooting motion. Looking back to the court
she adds, “That was amazing!”
Moriyama is running by just as she says this, stopping in
his tracks and back peddling till he’s right in front of her. Pointing to her,
he says, “That shot was for you.” She blushes furiously, the shade increasing
when he adds, “If you’d like, I could show you that shot up close after the
game.” He winks and charges back down the court, Kasamatsu yelling at him to
get his head in the game.
Behind him, the shooting guard leaves a very bewildered and
flustered Yachi, her friend shrieking about how she has to bring her with her so she can finally meet Kise.
Izuki
Possessing a rather astute sense of his surroundings (he
doesn’t have the Eagle Eye for nothing) Izuki catches sight of a cute little
blonde screaming and shouting at the top of her lungs for the Karasuno
volleyball team. Izuki is at their game against Dateko, there to watch his
cousin play, though he’s been on the bench most of the time since he’s not yet
a starter. So the point guard doesn’t feel too bad allowing his attention to
wane, continuously turning to the girl in the stands. She’s wearing the same
black jacket as the other pretty girl who’s on the bench.
During the court switch after the second set, one a piece
for Karasuno and Dateko, Izuki makes his way to the opposing side’s bleachers.
He’s able to squeeze in, taking a place beside the girl who’s garnered his
notice though her attention is steadfastly focused on the court.
The next set begins and Izuki chuckles every now and again
at how enthusiastic she is when cheering for her team. He wouldn’t mind having
some of that directed to him when he’s playing to be honest. As the game nears its
end, he feels the familiar tingle of nerves; it doesn’t matter who it is,
approaching a girl is rather nerve racking.
The final spike hits the ground, signifying Karasuno’s
victory and the girl jumps up but in her excitement, slips on the
ground tumbling backwards. Izuki is quick, hands shooting out to grab her and pull her
up, the motion unfortunately (or fortunately depending on who you ask) resulting in her being pressed right against his chest.
Looking up, her eyes catch his and her face flushes crimson;
she’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. Before she can apologize he snickers and
says, “I knew the second I saw you that you’d fall for me.”
Yachi blinks, mouth opening and closing in shock before her
eyes crinkle and she snorts. Covering her mouth, she starts giggling and Izuki
can feel the vibrations of her mirth.
Smiling widely, he lets her go but adds,” You know what this
shirt is made of?” She shakes her head, eyes giving away that she knows
something’s coming but she doesn’t know what. Leaning down, he whispers, “Boyfriend
material.” Her blush is back, giggles more nerves than mirth filled but he does
manage to get her number, before the Karasuno boys are yelling from below, “Leave
our precious manager alone!”
What a cute idea! I hope
you don’t mind I took the liberty to add reader-chan as well!
Kuroko: Spending so much
time indoors (save for running during practice) Seirin’s phantom builds a make shift tent
in the small backyard of his family’s home. Tetsuya #2 rather enjoys being able
to run about and roll in the grass while his master does his homework. When you
arrive to his place to go get dinner, you giggle at the sight of man and dog
asleep. Leaving them be, you head to Maji Burger, bringing a to go order of
burgers, fries and Tetsuya’s favorite vanilla shake back to the tent.
Mayuzumi: He doesn’t so
much build a tent, as a nest in his room, piled high with blankets and pillows with
his stack of light novels close by. When you arrive to visit, he does little
more than lift his arm, inviting you to climb into the mass of comfort.
Settling next to him, you open your own book, both of you releasing breaths of
contentment; it’s nice to be with someone who doesn’t need to talk all the
time.
Kise: Thoroughly in tune
with his inner (some may say not inner enough) child, Kise gets it into his
head that erecting a tent in the middle of the living room is a great idea. Calling you up he exclaims, “____-cchi,
come over, we’re going to have an indoor camp night!” Bewildered you show up to
find he’s made a rather large tent using multiple sheets, pillows and couch
cushions. In the middle of said tent are even more pillows and his laptop. “Come
on,” he says eagerly pulling you in, “we’ll watch a movie and eat snacks!”
Midorima: When Midorima
hears a knock at the door, he thinks nothing of it until he hears his mother greeting
you by name. His eyes widen as you enter from the hallway, your expression of
surprise mirroring his as you take in the sight of his room overtaken by frilly
sheets and plushies. “It…this…I…”he stutters only to be cut off by his little
sister adorably calling out, “____-chan! Come into our tent and braid my hair!”
Murasakibara:
Approaching your boyfriend’s house, you’re shocked to see a pop up tent set up
with Mura lying flat on his back inside of it. Nearing the entrance, you call
out and ask him what he’s doing. “Eh? Oh, hi ____-chin, it’s too crowded in
there,” he answers nodding his head backwards towards his house. Ah, his siblings
must all be visiting. Crawling into the tent with him, you lie down as well,
discovering it has a sky light out which you can see the stars. It’s rather
romantic, until you hear Mura start munching on chips.
Hi back! And no it’s not
too much to ask, it’s exactly what I was hoping to receive. Thank you for your
love, support and well wishes, they are all very much appreciated. I’m so
pleased you like my writing!
Imagine Prompt #20 –
Heated Argument (brief NSFW theme for Aomine, not worth tagging post as such)
Aomine: This boy is
pretty confrontational and not afraid to speak his mind, sometimes quite
loudly. In all honesty, reconciliation will most likely occur in the form of
angry make up sex, whether it was you or him that was in the wrong. “How can
you stay mad at me, when I can make you feel so good?”
Kiyoshi: As we’ve seen,
it takes a lot to get Kiyoshi angry
enough to react in any way one would consider heated. Most likely, he’ll walk
away from the situation before he lets himself really rip into you if he feels
he’s reaching his breaking point. He’ll only come back after he’s calmed down,
hoping you have too, and resume then. “Let’s both just start over and really listen
to each other, eh?”
Kagami: Unsurprisingly, he’s similar to Aomine in that he’s
reactive to what people say to him. So if you say something that really hurts
or pisses him off, he’ll fire right back at you. But, as we’ve seen with his
friends, if he realizes he’s in the wrong, he will apologize eventually. If you’ve
wronged him, and are genuinely sincere in your apology, he’ll forgive you. “Can
we just agree to disagree on somethings? Not everything has to be a fight, you
know?”
Don’t be sorry! I love getting requests and I’m beyond pleased to be able to write in such a way that touches your heart so much. I love you too and thank you for the cookie hearts! Thanks for requesting our dear sensei, he really doesn’t get enough love so I’m glad to provide it!
Ittetsu Takeda – Prompt #58 – “I’ve been in love with you my
entire life. Ever since the day I first met you.”
“Takeda-san? It’s so
nice to meet you, I’m ____ , ______.” He’d never met someone so immediately
friendly and welcoming.
“Takeda-san! Let’s
play house! You be the dad and I’ll be the mom!” Ittetsu blushed furiously but
couldn’t deny you anything so agreed to the embarrassing game despite the rest
of the neighborhood boys teasing him.
“Let’s sit next to
each other on the bus, Takeda-san. I always feel better when you’re close by.”
Words spoken so innocently yet they filled the bespectacled boy’s heart with
pride. Now if only he felt brave enough to tell you how he felt. But, he
reasoned, I have three years, surely before then…
“Can you believe it,
Takeda-san? I got into my dream school! I’m going to America!” Your news
shattered his heart that day but he smiled as brightly as possible, allowing
himself a little bit longer hug to “celebrate”. Now he couldn’t tell you how he felt.
Ittetsu’s hands shook
reading the invitation. A part of him he’d rather not focus on was glad he’d
have to decline; he just couldn’t afford the time or money to go to America for
your wedding. But he made sure to buy one of the more expensive items on your registry,
reasoning he was making up for all the birthdays and holidays he missed sending
you anything.
The day of your
wedding, Takeda-sensei is throwing himself more into work and trying to help at
practice with the boys more to distract himself. This was it, a lifetime’s
amount of love wasted because he was too chicken to ever tell you how he felt.
These memories come flooding back the moment Takeda lays
eyes on you. He’d no idea you’d returned to Japan, much less that you’d be working
at the same school as him. Stepping out of his haze, his hand reaches forward
of its own accord, his voice asking, “_____-san?” as he touches your shoulder.
Turning, your eyes go wide at the sight of your childhood
best friend. For a moment, you’re frozen but then forgetting where you are
spring into his arms, hugging him tightly. Your fellow teachers either scoff or
snicker at the very public display of affection between two people who they,
until a few seconds ago, presumed were strangers.
Stammering in shock and slight embarrassment, Takeda pulls
back to look at your face, forcing his hands to release your arms. “What are
you doing here?” he asks bewildered.
“I came back!” you say cheerfully, eyes shining.
There’s not really time to get the whole story, not when
both of you have classes to teach but Takeda gets enough of his wits about him
to acquire your phone number, promising to call at the end of the work day so
you can make plans to catch up.
The day seems to crawl from that point on but eventually its
duties are done and Takeda is nervously dialing your number.
“Hello?” your soft
voice says.
“Hello, _____-san, it’s
Takeda. I wanted to see if you’d still like to get together tonight?”
Your enthusiastic affirmative response makes him smile but
it drops away when you add, “I’m so
excited for you to meet Paul!” It takes him a second to realize you’re
talking about your husband. Feigning his own enthusiasm, Takeda suggests a
simple dinner at a small café in town. Agreeing you get the location from him
and ring off, saying you can’t wait to see him. Hanging up from the call, he
lets out a long sigh. What else did he expect? Of course you would bring your
husband!
Later that evening, Takeda arrives a little early, getting a
table for three near the back for privacy. Not too long after he’s situated you
arrive, pulling behind you a tall, imposing looking man. How in the world did
you end up with someone so…serious?
Standing, Takeda bows his greeting, then extends his hand. “Good
evening, you must be Paul, I’m Takeda Ittetsu, it’s very nice to finally meet
you,” he offers. Paul shakes his hand firmly, murmuring a similar sentiment but
the Japanese teacher can tell he’s just saying what’s expected of him. Which he
can’t exactly fault him for, since Takeda is doing the same thing.
As you settle into your seat, you and Takeda begin talking,
catching up on all the years of events and happenings since you last saw each
other. You’d tried to stay in contact after you left for America but both of
you had fallen short on your promise to stay best friends forever. However, as
he sits reminiscing with you and laughing, Takeda feels like no time has gone
by at all. Which is both great and awful, because he feels his long-buried
feelings for you bubbling to the surface.
Across the table, he can see out of the corner of his eye
Paul sitting back, arms crossed with a scowl on his face and wonders again how
someone as bright and loving as you could be tied to someone so obviously
negative.
To your credit, you’re trying to draw him into the
conversation but Paul isn’t making it easy, offering one word answers or grunts
in response to your questions or requests for opinions. Takeda works hard not
to frown at the man but it’s getting increasingly difficult. He keeps his focus
on you, your eyes, your face, the lovely lilt of your laughter, all of it
pushing his heart more into a blender.
Suddenly, in the middle of his story about Hinata and
Kageyama’s fight, Paul leans his forearm on the table, other arm wrapping
around your waist as he says bluntly, “You know, I finally figured you out. You’re
in love with my wife, aren’t you?”
It’s so unexpected that both you and Takeda sit staring with
wide eyes and slightly gapping mouths.
You’re the first to recover, smacking Paul’s arm, tone split
between incredulity and embarrassment, “What are you talking about Paul?
Takeda-san and I are just friends!” Your emphasis on the word “friends” causes
Ittetsu to flinch, an action not missed by the hyper aware husband.
“Ha, friends my ass, he wants you so much and you’re just
feeding him, the poor bastard,” he goes on.
Now your tone is angry as you reply, “Paul, stop it! This is
not the time or the place or the person to be jealous of!”
Your words make Takeda believe this isn’t the first time
Paul has accused someone of being interested in his wife but he oddly hopes it’s
the first time he’s been right.
You’re going on but Paul cuts you off, “Are you really so
stupid as to not see when someone wants you? Or do you just not care and like to
lead them on and piss me off by playing dumb?”
Clenching his firsts, Takeda stands up, slamming them on the
table. “That’s enough!” he says firmly, drawing your gaze away from your
husband to his face. Paul’s expression is smug satisfaction. Looking at you,
Takeda takes a shaky breath. “I’m sorry, _____-san, but I won’t say it’s not
true. I’ve been lying to you for so long but I won’t lie anymore. I’ve been in love with you my entire life.
Ever since the first day I met you.” He glances back at Paul, eyes
hardening, “You don’t deserve her and how she ended up with someone so arrogant
and selfish I’ll never know.”
Throwing down some money, he steps away from the table.
Bowing low to you he says, “My apologies, ______-san, but I’ll be going now. It
was lovely to see you again.”
Walking purposefully, other patrons’ eyes following him,
Takeda makes it outside before his entire body starts shaking. How could he do
that? It’s obvious Paul has jealousy issues and now any problems in your marriage
resulting from them are just going to get worse because the two of you work
together and-
“Takeda-san?”
Ittetsu whirls around at the sound of your voice, eyes
widening at your face drenched in tears. He doesn’t hesitate, surging forward
and gathering you in his arms. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers in your hair.
“Don’t be,” you hiccup, pulling back to look at him. “Things
have been going downhill with Paul for a while now. He…he cheated on me and
even though we’ve been going to counseling he keeps waiting for me to retaliate
by cheating on him. So any man who shows even the remotest interest in me,
whether I’m aware of it or not, he harps on. I had hoped coming to Japan would
help, you know, like a fresh start?”
You shake your head, more tears falling which Takeda thumbs
away. When had he moved his hands to your face? But you don’t seem to mind, leaning
into his touch. “Tonight was just the last straw. He…he’s going back to America
to file for the divorce.”
“Oh, ______-san, I’m so sorry,” Takeda says and he means it.
He may not like Paul but he can see this is hurting you badly.
“It…it wasn’t all bad, you know?” you choke out, fresh tears
pouring down. “We…we were really happy for a while. But I wasn’t enough…I tried
so hard…but I’m not enough.”
Takeda leans down, pressing his lips to your forehead before
murmuring against your skin, “You are more
than enough, you’re perfect.”
Sighing, you wrap your arms around his waist, face nuzzling
into his chest. Takeda almost stops breathing at the action but pulls you
closer. You stay like that for a few moments before drawing back, arms still
gripping one another’s.
“Takeda-san, I…I don’t know if…if you’re willing to wait
but-“
His finger covers your lips, eyes focused on yours. Smiling
he says, “I’ve already waited my whole life, a little bit longer is nothing.”
Akaashi: You hadn’t
meant to fall asleep at Akaashi’s house, and on his bed no less, but the marathon
study session had done you in. To your surprise, he’s next to you, still asleep
and rolled as far against the wall as possible, ever the gentleman. Feeling
guilty for making him stay in that position all night, you roll quietly away,
trying to get up without waking him. A hand on your wrist startles you. “It’s
still early, you don’t have to go,” his sleepy voice says, eyes barely open. As
you settle back down he asks, “Would it be ok if I held you?” You nod and he
moves away from the wall, curling into your warmth.
Oikawa: After the loss
to Karasuno, Oikawa is much more clingy than usual, begging for his ____-chan
to hold him. Neither of you had count on falling asleep. As his usual early
alarm sounds you both bolt awake. Silencing the offending mechanism, Oikawa
groans, arm covering his eyes, and you’re concerned it’s because he found you
still in his bed. “Do you want me to leave, Tooru?” you ask softly. He whips
his head towards you. “Of course not!” Pulling you back down and properly
encasing you in the covers he murmurs in your hair, “This morning is only good because
you’re here.”
Kenma: Both being avid
gamers, it shouldn’t have surprised anyone that you and Kenma would fall asleep
while binge playing the newest RPG. You wake up, blushing profusely when Kenma’s
sleeping visage comes into view, a startled squeak escaping your lips making
him open his eyes. He blushes just as hard as you but when you move to leave,
offering apologies for making him uncomfortable, he shocks you by wrapping his
arm around your waist. “Quite the opposite,” he yawns, “I don’t think I’ve ever
slept that well.”
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