Hello kazuhikonaori! I’ll do you one better for being so patient
to have your thirst quenched: you get both kisses!
Wakatoshi Ushijima – Kisses #5 and #47
#5: guys furrowing their brow when kissing passionately
#47: moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing
each other back against the wall/onto the bed
A knock on your door brings a smile to your face; Wakatohsi
is here! Smoothing down your hair and checking your makeup one last time you
scurry to open it, revealing tall, dark and handsome adorned in a black suit,
white shirt and no tie.
“Hey there,” you say smiling sweetly. You turn to grab your
bag but the sound of the door shutting startles you back to face him. “Wha-“your
question is cut off by insistent lips on yours, Toshi’s hands raking through
your perfectly styled hair drawing a muffled squeak from you.
Opening your eyes, you see his are closed, his brow furrowed
in deep concentration of kissing the living daylights out of you.
The next second you close yours again as he presses you up
against the wall, eager hands trailing over your hips and dipping under your
shirt. His touch is like fire, drawing a moan from your throat. Dipping down,
he picks you up in one motion, your shoes slipping off with a clatter to the
floor.
He moves further into your living room and you’re so glad you’re the only one home
tonight, though you highly doubt Toshi would behave like this if your parents
were home.
The lamp rattles back and forth when he bumps the table,
light flickering slightly and prompting him to put you down for a moment. Pulling
away you gasp out, “Toshi, what has gotten into you?” Not that you mind, but
this level of passion isn’t exactly on par with your boyfriend’s normal
behavior.
“You just had to wear this skirt,” he mumbles, his hands
caressing your bare thighs, wrapping under your butt to lift you again, this
time with your legs wrapped around waist. When he reaches the door of your
bedroom he pushes your back against it to free one hand long enough to open it,
fumbling with the handle because he won’t stop kissing you.
Finally, it opens and he stumbles forward, thankfully
projecting both of you onto your bed instead of the floor.
“Toshi,” you breathe out when his lips move from yours to
your throat, “We’re gonna be late.”
“Screw the dinner,” he says huskily. Pulling up he looks you
in the eyes and with a dead serious expression warns, “Don’t ever wear this
skirt unless you’re prepared for me to ravage you thoroughly.”
You mentally file away this information; it’s always nice to
have an ace in your back pocket to get your
ace right where you want him.
Hi namadine! Thank you so much for your lovely
compliment! I’m so pleased I can literally take you into the story. This is my
first time writing a Mafia AU so I hope it’s good. Also, I love that you chose
Imayoshi! He’s one of those characters that I like more the more I re-watch the
anime.
Slight language so technically NSFW.
I thought this picture was great for this, please give the artist kudos here.
Shoichi Imayoshi – Prompt #77 – “You shouldn’t have
even been there!” (angst/Mafia!AU)
“Get it done tonight. I want it clean, no mistakes,”
Imayoshi says coolly.
“Tch, why send me to do this job?” Aomine asks
yawning.
“Because, despite your lazy attitude, you’re the best
shot we have. It’s simple, probably won’t take you more than ten minutes tops.”
“More like five,” the ace sniper comments, his words
indicative of his acquiescence to the orders.
“What is it Sakurai?” asks the bespectacled head of
the Too mafia gang after the blue haired male has left the room.
His mousy assistant jumps slightly, unaware he’s
been observed. “I’m sorry,” he begins shakily, bowing slightly, “I just…do you
think it’s a good idea to leave it to him?”
Before he can answer, Wakamatsu is already raving, “Of
course it’s not a good idea! Boss, you know how he is! Let me take this one,
you know how unfocused he is ever since Kagami-“
“Aomine is fine,” Imayoshi interjects firmly, “it’s
time for him to get back in the game. As for Kagami, I’ll admit that was an
unfortunate incident, but we must move forward.” He stands, heading for the
door, saying over his shoulder, “But if you’re that worried about him,
Wakamatsu, feel free to tag along. Just don’t get in his way.”
Later that night…
Aomine sits on top of a roof, the cold of the
evening biting through even his heavy coat. He bemoans the need to take it off
soon in order to have the best body control possible for this shot. Nearby,
Wakamatsu kneels in the shadows, his presence irritating but not distracting;
Aomine is too good for that.
Eventually his target arrives, getting out of his
car and making his way inside. Shucking his jacket off, Aomine readies himself
into position, his gun already out and waiting for him. As he settles his right
eye against the scope of his rifle both widen in surprise when he sees you in
the same café as his target.
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath.
“What is it?” his unwanted companion asks.
“_______-chan is in there. What the hell is she
doing in this territory?” Aomine asks.
“Not sure, but boss man isn’t going to be happy
about it, that’s for sure,” responds the blonde.
“No shit,” Aomine says running a frustrated hand
through his hair.
He weighs his options; his target isn’t exactly
known for drawing attention, in fact Daiki can see he’s moving about the room
with nary a glance in his direction. It’s worth the risk of your exposure to
the violence. Plus, it’s not like you know anything about anything. To you,
Imayoshi and the rest of them are respectable business men dealing in the world
of high paid athletes and sponsorships. You have no idea that Too and all its
associates are one of the largest mafia organizations in Japan, second only to
the Rakuzan family.
“I’m taking the shot,” he says, repositioning and
removing the safety. It will all be over in a blink of an eye.
Inside the café you’re enjoying a latte along with a
toffee scone, perfect companions to the latest novel from your favorite author.
Glancing up as you turn a page, you’re startled to see a red dot settled on the
back of a fellow patron. It takes milliseconds for you to figure out what you’re
looking at, your body moving on its own.
“Look ou-“you cry standing up rapidly, but your
voice is cut short as a sharp sting smacks against your back, the air in your
lungs escaping as pain radiates from the point of impact outwards.
The last thing you see are the bright blue eyes of
the man whose life you just saved, seemingly at the cost of your own.
In a large mansion, a large room holds a large bed
which holds a very small and fragile you. Imayoshi sits in a nearby chair, head
in his hands. Why? Why the fuck did he think it was a good idea to take the
job? If only he’d told that damned self-proclaimed “emperor” to shove it up his
ass, you wouldn’t be in this position, fighting for your life.
Taking your hand, slow tears trailing down his face,
Imayoshi whispers, “You shouldn’t have
even been there.”
No, you shouldn’t have been anywhere near that side
of town but he just had to be “busy”. He just had to blow you off and tell you
he couldn’t see you because he had business to attend to. He’d no fucking
business other than assigning Aomine to the hit. How could his ace have done this?
He never missed, ever.
Leaning his head down onto the bed, he sobs, “Y/N,
please…please come back to me. I…I can’t…I can’t do this without you.” He looks
up to your serene face, holding out hope you’re just sleeping, just really
tired and will wake up soon. He stands, brushing his lips against your
forehead, “I love you so much, please…please open your eyes.”
Days pass then weeks then months with no change in
your condition other than you’re losing weight and muscle mass but Imayoshi
refuses to give up, refuses to pull the plug despite doctor’s opinions and
forecasts being unfavorable to any recovery at all.
He knows he’s a selfish bastard, but Imayoshi
routinely does the things that people hate, and right now, he’s keeping you
alive, even if it kills him. Because for as much as he hurts to see you like
this, he can’t let you go.
Hello dear! Thank you for your patience while I got this one
sorted out. I really hope you like it!
Shifting your feet nervously, you clench Daiki’s hand tightly.
“You ok?” he asks lowly and you nod.
After weeks and weeks of classes you’re finally here; your first
dance competition. You still can’t believe you ever convinced Daiki to do this
with you. Truthfully, it was like pulling teeth to even get him to the first
class, but after some basic lessons both of you picked up on it fast; you
because you’re enthusiastic and would practice relentlessly and he because his
natural athleticism and ability to control his body. When the instructor pretty
much forced you to join the amateur competition you were sure Daiki would bolt,
especially when it was announced that each couple would have to dress in the era
of the dance they were doing; and you were given ballroom/ renaissance.
Daiki was quite resistant to the idea, that is until he saw you
in your dress for the first time. Being a breast man, the sight of you trussed
up in a way too tight corset, cleavage spilling out was enough to convince him
it wouldn’t be so bad; until he saw what he
had to wear.
After some argument and alterations to make the pants a little
lessrestrictive (“Didn’t the men have dicks back then?” “Daiki,
hush!”) you both were finally attired in your costumes.
Walking to the center of the dance floor you feel sweat trickle
down your neck and back, both from your nerves and from the bright lights.
Getting into position, you look up into Daiki’s handsome face, a bright smile
on your own. He smirks down at you, eyes focused; you’re pleased to see he’s
taking this seriously.
As the music starts up, you step in time with your man, whirling about the
floor with steps you’ve practiced until your feet bled. You can’t stop smiling,
so happy to be doing something you love so much with someone you love so much.
He pulls you closer, his head leaning down to whisper, “You
know, I never realized how sexy full gowns could be but you’re making these
pants very uncomfortable.”
“Daiki!” you hiss whisper, “This is a refined dance you can’t be
thinking things like that!”
He chuckles as he spins you out. Drawing you back in even closer,
his mouth next to your ear he says, “What? You think those royals and nobles never
got the urge? Please, I bet they were more perverted than me.”
He pulls back, shifting his gaze to look deliberately at your
heaving chest, your rapid inhale and exhale of oxygen a combination of the effort
to move in this heavy dress along with his heated gaze making you decidedly warm.
Daiki licks his lips, his eyes holding a decidedly hungry look in them.
Pressing his hand more firmly into your back he pulls you as close as possible,
your chest compressing against his.
Looking you straight in the eye he says lowly, “I want to
take you now.”
You can’t stop the shiver that courses down your spine, sure
that your face is tomato red as your boyfriend seduces you in front of all
these people. Distracted, you almost miss the cue to turn but find your
footing, twirling out from his embrace then being tugged back in. One hand
splays over his chest and you can feel his heart racing.
Just a few more circuits you think, eyes locked with his. The rest
of the room may as well not be there for all the attention you’re giving it;
you’re completely focused on Daiki.
One last twirl out then back in and you’re done, bowing to each
other as the room fills with polite applause. The judges expound on your
technique, praising your chemistry and intensity as all the while Daiki is
trailing slow, soft circles on the exposed skin of your upper back.
Thankfully, you and Daiki were the last to go meaning the
judging is done and the awards about to be issued. Surprisingly, you take
second in your category. The medal is barely in your hand before Daiki whisks you up
into his arms and exits the room hastily.
Arms around his neck you warn, “You better not rip this
Daiki, I paid a lot of money for it.”
He finds a dark hallway, pining you against the wall, the layers
of your dress practically swallowing his lower half. Eager lips caress your own
before trailing down your neck to your bodice encased chest. He lavishes the
top of your breasts, giving firm love bites here and there making you gasp and
moan despite efforts to be quiet.
“I hope you’re ready to lose your voice babe, I’m gonna
have you screaming all night, refinery be damned!” he says kissing you
firmly before gathering you up once more and heading to the car.
Hello my friend! Thanks for the request! I hope you enjoy this.
Koutaro Bokuto – Date Prompt #21 – Bowling
“Come on, Y/N, it will be fun!” Koutaro says excitedly.
“But Koutaro, I don’t even know how to play!”
“That’s ok, I’ll teach you,” he responds quickly, tugging
you by the hand.
Your continued protests fall on deaf ears; once Bokuto has
his mind set on something it’s almost impossible to deter him. Entering the
bowling alley, the sound of crashing pins and excited yells filling your ears,
you allow yourself to be led by your exuberant boyfriend to the counter where
he pays for the shoe and ball rental.
Once properly attired in two tone, slightly uncomfortable
shoes he peruses the ball racks looking for the right size for you and himself.
“Ah, this one is perfect for you!” he exclaims picking up a bright
blue one with small holes. Grasping your hand, he sizes up your fingers and declares
that he was right, it’s perfect. He releases it into your hands and you almost
drop it, not expecting the sudden weight but manage to hang on. Looking at it
more closely you see a number “6” on it and assume that is the number of pounds
it weighs.
After a few more minutes, he finds a green 9 pound ball for
himself.
“Ok, now we just put our names into the score board, hit
start game and we’re good to go,” he says happily as he types. Looking up you
blush because where your name should
be he’s put “Smol Owl” and himself as “Tall Owl”.
“There,” he says hitting the “START GAME” button. The pins
set up down the lane and you feel your palms begin to sweat. You’ve never been athletically
inclined, preferring to be a watcher rather than a player but if this will make
Kourtao happy you suppose you can try.
He holds out his hand to you, wiggling his fingers
invitingly making you giggle. A big grin splits his face as you take his hand
and walk with him towards the lane. Grabbing your ball from the return track,
he places his hand on your lower back pushing you slightly in front of him.
“Here, take this and put your middle and ring finger in the
top two holes and your thumb in the bottom,” he explains. Once you’re in
position he says, “Ok, I’m going to let go, tell me if it’s too heavy.” He
releases the ball but surprisingly you have no trouble holding onto it this
time.
Shifting your feet, you stand stock still; you’ve seen this
on TV but the thought of actually throwing a six-pound weight on purpose makes
you nervous. A deep blush forms on your cheeks when you feel Koutaro’s breath
against your neck from where he stands behind you as he says, “Ok, I’m going to
talk you through the motions, release when I tell you to.” For being such a hyperactive
guy, Koutaro can be quite a good teacher when he focuses.
“Take three strides, not too long, swinging your arm back as
you move forward. On the last step, swing your arm forward and release the
ball. Ready?”
You nod.
“Ok, one…two-“
His voice cuts off with a yell of surprise when the ball slips
from your grip flying behind you. Squealing out you turn rapidly to confront
any damages you may have caused only to see Koutaro palming the bowling ball,
his forearm muscles slightly bulged from the effort to stop the projectile.
He’s breathing a bit hard, most likely from adrenaline, but
flashes you a confident smile as he moves towards you. You’re trying hard not
to cry, completely embarrassed of doing something so stupid and dangerous but
he reaches out his left hand and places it on your neck. Rubbing his thumb over
your skin he chuckles, “Nice arm babe, but next time try throwing it towards
the pins and not me, hmmm?”
Cheeks flushed red you shake your head. “I’m not doing that
again,” you whisper.
He laughs loudly making a few people look at the two of you
which makes you blush even harder. Soft, warm lips cover yours in a gentle
kiss. Pulling back Koutaro says, “Next time we’ll play darts.”
“You really think it’s a good idea to give her a sharp
projectile?” a smooth voice says drawing both your attention to the area behind
you. Standing there are Kuroo and Yachi, the little blonde trembling almost as
much as you are.
“Kuroo!” Bokuto exclaims, then looking at Yachi he waves
enthusiastically.
“Seems you’re in the same boat as me,” Kuroo chuckles
casting side eyes at his skittish girlfriend, “We haven’t paid for a lane yet,
why don’t I take Y/N’s spot so it’s not a waste? The girls can watch while I
kick your ass.”
“Oh, it’s on!” Bokuto yells but then turns back to you
quickly, “I mean, if you’re ok with that Y/N? This is our date after all and-“
“It’s fine,” you interrupt kissing his cheek, “I’d feel bad
if I made you waste your money.”
As you pass Kuroo to sit with Yachi you hear him say to your
boyfriend, “So you know you’ll be playing as the “Smol Owl” right?”
After bowling, in which Kuroo won handedly, the four of you
continue your now double date by having dinner together. When Koutaro takes you
home later that evening you give him a long, slow kiss goodnight. As he pulls
back, eyes half hooded and a smile on his face, he asks, “What was that for?
Didn’t I basically blow our date?”
You shake your head no, leaning in to kiss him again and
then say, “I just love spending time with you and it was fun having Kuroo and
Yachi there.” Then you add, “But next time, no sports.” He grins and nods
before leanings in to kiss you once more.
Hello hlbanana and welcome! I didn’t remember you asked
for slight angst until I went back to post my reply. This ended up pretty much
full on angst, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Thanks for following and
sending in an ask!
When Kise rounds the corner of his block and sees you sitting on
the stairs of his condo he smiles. But it drops away as your head comes up,
your face streaked with tears and your hand over your mouth.
“Hey,” he says softly crouching down so he’s level with your face,
“what’s wrong? What happened?” His hand reaches out to smooth down your hair
but you stand abruptly and head up the stairs without a word. Ok, maybe you
want to talk to him inside. He follows you, unlocking the door (just now
realizing it’s odd that you didn’t use the key he gave you) and leads you in.
Shutting the door, he opens his mouth to repeat his question only
to snap it shut when you say, “Well, looks like you had a good time at the
party.”
He freezes, eyes going wide when you turn around, a mixture of
pain and anger on your face.
“Yeah, I saw,” you confirm before heading to the bedroom. Kise
remains where he is, his mind working on overtime to try to think of something to say that doesn’t make him
sound like a jerk but there’s really nothing. How can he explain he was only
kissing that woman to prove a point to himself? To confirm what everyone else
already knows but he’s just too damn stubborn and prideful to admit? He always
said he wanted a girl who wouldn’t tie him down and that’s what you started out
as. But now…
“Y/N,” he calls walking down the hall, pausing at the threshold of
his bedroom and watching you empty the drawer he’d designated for you. “That
was…I…”
“Don’t! Just…don’t,” you say over your shoulder, roughly shoving clothing
and other personal items into your backpack. Standing up you rub your eyes, a
mirthless chuckle escaping your lips as you say, “You know? I don’t know why I’m crying. I knew
what this was and I thought I could handle it. But where I come from you don’t
give someone something like this,” you hold up the key he’d given you a couple
weeks ago, “and this,” you kick the drawer you just emptied, “if this,” you
gesture between the two of you, “doesn’t mean anything.”
Kise feels a pang in his chest as you toss the key onto the
dresser before lifting your backpack and shouldering your way past him into the
hall. “______-cchi, it does mean
something-“he says to your back but you cut him off.
“Yeah, it means I’m an idiot for ever allowing myself to get this
close to you. I mean, how did I ever think I could
have a casual relationship with someone? Oh sure, Y/N, let’s try to let go of
being so uptight and needy. Let’s show the people back home you can hang with
the “in crowd”, the “I don’t give crap about anyone crowd”, the “this is all
well and good as long as it’s fun” crowd.“
Kise grabs your wrist but you wrench it away, whirling around,
your eyes red rimmed. “How could I ever think someone as shallow as you
could feel something deep for me?”
He knows you’re angry, and for good reason because he knows he
hasn’t been clear with what he wants, but that hurt. He feels a stinging near
his eyes.
“_________-cchi, please…let me explain-”
“Explain what, exactly? There’s nothing to explain! You’re
not willing to commit, end of story!”
“No, it’s not the end of the story! Damn it, Y/N will you
just let me talk?!” he yells.
“No, Kise, your actions spoke louder than any words you can
say! I’m done! We had our fun, you were a good time and that’s all.”
You turn to leave but he grabs you again desperate for you to at
least listen.
“She didn’t mean anything,” he says quietly.
“None of us mean anything to you Kise,” you answer.
He turns you around, grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking
you once. “Stop, just listen! You…you mean so much to me…I…I need
you.” He pauses but goes for broke, “I love you.”
You laugh in his face, a mocking, angry sound that is painful to
hear, your face contorted in disbelief and slight disgust.
“You’ve got a really screwed up way of showing it,”
you spit out viciously, “having your tongue down another woman’s throat
doesn’t exactly lend credence to your words!” You pull away again, opening
the door.
Kise says, running hands through his hair, “I just…look, I
had to make sure of what I was feeling! I’ve never felt like this before and it
was confusing because I always thought I didn’t want anything more with anyone but
I want you! I want you to be my
girlfriend!”
You turn to look at him, not believing the words you’re hearing.
“So, you needed to make out with another woman to know for sure you love
me?” you ask. He can’t look you in the eyes and it’s all the confirmation
you need.
“You’re such an asshole,” you say lowly making his
head snap up to look at you. “Lose my number. No, you know what? Forget I
even exist because that’s exactly what I’m going to do with you.
Without another word, you walk out his door, not even bothering
to shut it. He watches you go, tears trailing down his cheeks. Even now he’s
hoping, maybe you’ll turn around. He doesn’t shut the door until he can’t see
you anymore.
Hi Kirisaki-daichi! Thank you for the request! I hope I wrote
our dear fun boy to your liking!
Yuuji Terushima – Date Prompt #21 –
Drive-in Movie
Your eyes are riveted on the huge screen in front of you, the intensity
of the scene making you suspend your next handful of popcorn half way to your
mouth. Just as the monster jumps out to attack you feel a hand on your thigh.
Popcorn flies everywhere as both hands shoot up in the air, a scream ripping
from your lips.
Next to you, your goof of a boyfriend is laughing his ass off.
“Damn it Yuuji! Look what you made me do!” you say with a huff as
you pick popcorn out of your hair. You aren’t paying attention to him and
squeal when you feel his tongue ring slide between your cleavage. “Yuuji, what
the hell-“
You look at his smug face while he chews. “What, didn’t want it
to go to waste,” he says grinning after he swallows the popcorn he plucked from
between your breasts.
“Yeah, well, you owe me another bag,” you retort smacking his
arm.
“Ok, ok princess, I’ll get you your precious popcorn,” he groans
getting out of the car. You watch him go, still picking up pieces of your
errant snack and chucking them out the window for the birds and squirrels to
enjoy.
Dating Yuuji, while fun, can sometimes be exhausting given his
propensity for immature behavior. No wonder he fits right in with the rest of
the boys at your college. Having transferred from Japan to go to school in your
home country, he was quickly picked up by one of the fraternities known for
their party hardy ways. It was at a mixer for your house and his that you met.
Usually you don’t date freshman but he was persistent until you finally agreed
to one date. One date turned into two then three and before you knew it you
were Yuuji Terushima’s girlfriend.
Turning your attention back to the movie you scrunch up onto the
seat, arms wrapped around your bent knees. Ever since you moved here for school
you’ve loved coming to the drive-in theatre near the campus. It’s a great shot
of nostalgia but thankfully they play the latest movies. Tonight, you’ve opted
for horror. Minutes pass and you’re getting antsy; where the hell could he be?
Looking out the passenger window you can’t see him at the concession
stand any longer. Maybe he had to use the bathroom.
When you turn to look back at the screen you scream when Yuuji’s
face appears right next to you just outside the window. Laughing again, he goes
around the front of the car and opens the door, jumping into the seat next to
you, a large popcorn in his hands.
“Oh Y/N, you should have seen your face, you make going to the movies
fun!” he laughs extending the bag to you.
“You’re such an ass!” you exclaim but take the proffered
buttered carbs.
“Yes, but I’m your ass, so there,” he quips back grabbing a handful
and shoving it in his mouth. Rolling your eyes, you look back at the movie,
determined to ignore him for the rest of the night, or at least until the movie
is over.
For a blessed fifteen minutes your plan works and you feel
him shift closer to you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. Oh…well…this
is nice you think, snuggling into his embrace. A second later, he has you
inhaling sharply when he places his hand on the side of your head and sticks
his tongue in your ear. He moves quickly to your lobe, nibbling it with his
teeth while caressing your cheek.
“Yuuji,” you breath out, eyes fluttering shut as his lips suck
down the side of your neck, teeth nipping your flesh every so often making you
jerk.
“Just watch the movie, Y/N,” he breathes in your ear and you can
hear the smirk in his voice as he adds, “If you can.” He goes back to work,
lips, teeth, tongue (and tongue ring) trailing all over your skin. Your heart
is racing, face and neck flushing as blood rushes through your veins at an
increased pace.
“Don’t you,” you pant out, “don’t you want to see it too?”
“You’re much more entertaining,” he purrs, hand trailing down
the curve of your waist to grip your hip, kneading the flesh.
You try, you really try to pay attention to the scenes happening
in front of you but he’s just so damn good
with his mouth. Foregoing further pretense, you haul yourself onto him, straddling
his lap. “Now this is my idea of a story with a happy ending,” he says cheekily,
crushing his lips to yours.
Thanks for the request! I’m sorry it
took me so long to get it out but I hope you enjoy it.
Tobio Kageyama – Date Prompt #65 – Aquarium/Zoo
“Come on Tobio-kun, even you need a day off once in
a while,” you whine tugging on his hand.
“_______-chan, I can’t, we have a game in a week
and-“
“Kageyama, go with her. That’s an order. You’ve been
killing yourself the last two weeks,” Ukai says.
“But-“begins the setter but you’re already dragging
him out of the gym, calling a thanks to the coach from over your shoulder.
After a long train ride with your sullen boyfriend
muttering to himself about “wasting time” you arrive in Okinawa. Taking his
hand and making him blush you walk to the entrance of the Okinawa Churaumi
Aquarium. Tobio protests as you purchase tickets but you smile softly, “This is
my treat Tobio-kun, after all it’s me
dragging you on a date.”
Your word choice is not lost on him and he sighs,
rubbing a hand over his face as he follows you through the entrance. His hand
grabbing yours and tugging you backwards makes you squeak in surprise. Long
arms wrap around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder making it
possible to feel his breath on your neck as he says, “______-chan, I…I’m
sorry for being a jerk. I just…”
You turn your head to plant a quick kiss on his
cheek. “I know babe,” your term of endearment making him blush even harder than
he already is, “it’s ok.”
“It’s not, but thanks for saying so,” he replies
releasing you. Reaching down he takes your hand and looks at you. “Have you
been here before?”
“Nope, first time,” you say cheerily, glad to see he’s
at least trying. Nodding once he walks to the directory and peruses the
displays.
“Did you have a particular spot you want to start or
just walk through?” he asks.
“Let’s just wander through, it’s more fun that way,”
you answer and he nods again.
Eventually you’re both enraptured by the sea life surrounding
you. As you stand next to each other staring at a giant whale shark swimming by
in the Kuroshio Sea tank you hear Tobio inhale a sharp breath. Glancing
sideways at him you’re pleased to see a small smile on his face; he’s enjoying
himself. He gives your hand a squeeze and you start moving again.
Rounding the corner, you come upon a display with
sea otters.
“Oh my goodness, they’re so cute!” you exclaim
releasing his hand, pressing yourself close to the glass to watch the cuddly
creatures play. One has a ball in its hands which he keeps tossing up in the air
and catching.
“You know,” you hear Tobio say next to you, “he kind
of reminds me a Sugawara-senpei.”
You burst out laughing, the sound making Tobio grin
at you.
Moving forward again brings you to a quiet, dimly
lit area. In the tank before you are hundreds of jellyfish, gracefully floating
up and down in the bright blue water. Sighing you sit on a bench, just watching
the tranquil creatures. Tobio sits as well, surprising you when his arm wraps
around your shoulders. Glancing side to side he nods once, then turns to you,
his free hand touching your chin and gently moving your head to look at him.
Leaning forward he kisses you and it’s a real
kiss, with slightly opened mouths and his fingers running through your hair.
When you part, slightly breathless, you ask, “What
was that for?”
He smirks. “I need a reason to kiss my girlfriend?”
“Well, no but…you’re usually not so…affectionate.
Particularly in public,” you admit, cursing yourself for spoiling the moment, especially
considering that though you are in a public place, there’s no one around
currently.
He stands and you think you’ve offended him but a
firm tug of your hand draws you up. Moving quickly, he leads you this way and
that before finally reaching a dark, almost invisible corner. He spins you
around, your back hitting the wall before lips descend to yours again in a much
more heated kiss. His hands grip your waist tightly, your own burying themselves
in his raven hair.
You stay there for a few minutes, just enjoying the
feeling of kissing and holding one another close. Coming up for air, Tobio lands
a peck on your nose. “Thanks for the date, ______-chan.”
“You’re welcome, I could tell you really needed a
break,” you say.
He shakes his head. “No, what I really needed is
you,” he replies squeezing your hand.
Later, on the way home with you asleep on his shoulder,
Tobio turns his head just enough to kiss your forehead, lingering his lips
against your skin as he murmurs, “I love you, _____-chan.”
You were completely exhausted, lying on your side lightly snoring but that was
to be expected after twenty four hours of labor. Looking down at the small
bundle in his hands, Kei allows a more genuine smile to grace his face. He’s here, his son, is finally here. And thank
goodness he hadn’t had a daughter; Kei doubted he’d have the patience for one.
But he could teach his son how to be cool, or so his uncle Tadashi proclaimed.
Kei can’t help but stare at him; he looks so tiny and
fragile in his large hands with his eyes shut gently in slumber. The quiet of
the hospital room is peaceful especially after all the visitors they’ve had. As
the first to have a child, you and Kei had been even more inundated with people
clamoring to see him. Kei stares out the window thinking over the day.
“It’s a shame he looks
like you,” Kageyama said when he observed Katsuro has the same golden eyes as
his father.
“I’d like to see you do better, king.” His comment had made Hitoka blush, her husband stammering as his own face reddened.
Looking back down, he’s surprised to see Katsuro opening his eyes. Kei leans down and nuzzles the baby’s nose chiding, “You’re already a
handful for your mom.” He receives a wide yawn in response making him chuckle. After
some continued squirming from the baby, the new father decides to undo the
swaddle. When he’s free, Katsuro wraps his small hand around one of Kei’s long
fingers and squeezes making his father quietly inhale a sharp breath. He’s
already so strong.
Small wets spots appear on the baby blanket so lovingly knit
together by Hitoka and Kei rubs his eyes. “I
don’t know why I’m crying,” he confesses to the little human held snuggly
against his chest in a cradle.
Your sleepy voice draws Kei’s attention to the bed. “Great,
now I have two babies to take care
of,” you tease, a tired smile on your face.
“Shut up,” he retorts but he’s smiling softly as well.
You lift your arms and reluctantly Kei relinquishes Katsuro
so you can feed him. Watching you with his son makes him fall in love with you
all over again. Damn, he has gone
soft. And yet, in this moment, he couldn’t care less.
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