青桜

青桜の日おめでとう！ by  なゆた

Ohh, a tough one. Sakurai doesn’t ping on my radar as much as he should, so forgive me if some of these aren’t as detailed. I’ll do the Akashi request later.

Sakurai

What they smell like:Inoffensive. Sakurai is one of a rather small portion of the teenage male population that did not have an AXE phase and who remembers to bathe regularly. He did, however, absolutely have a strawberry shampoo/shower gel phase up to and including his first year of middle school, where his classmates started teasing him mercilessly for smelling like a girl. Right now, the kiddie toothpaste is the only holdover from that phase.

How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc):Sakurai doesn’t know it, but he flails around in his sleep. A lot. Touou discovers this the hard way during training camp, where Wakamatsu ends up with Sakurai’s foot in his side. He forgives the assault instantly when he realized that Sakurai also managed to sleep-punch Aomine in the face, twice. Aomine, being Aomine, sleeps through it all and comes to breakfast the next morning with two amazing shiners and keeps wondering which of the snickering bastards at the breakfast table did this to him. (He does not suspect the only non-snickering person, who wants to sink into the ground from terror and shame, even though Wakamatsu keeps trying to highfive him for it.) 

Send me “unf” for your muse to pin mine against the wall.

Tuvo miles de pesadillas, una peor que otra en algunas ocasiones. Hasta le costaba volver a dormir algunas noches cuando esto sucedía y debía quedarse despierto viendo alguna revista de chicas con tetas grandes hasta que se le pasara el estúpido temor. 

Pero ni en sus mas horrendas pesadillas creyó que pasaría lo que…

“¿Qué se supone que haces?” — Lo que pasaba ahora mismo. 

Sakurai, aquel chico castaño que aparentaba ser muy temeroso o nervioso fuera de la cancha… Ahora estaba ahí, haciendo el famoso “Kabe don” con él y ocasionando que el rostro de Aomine se pintara de… la verdad no se podría decir con precisión la manera en la que lo observaba ahora. 

“¿Y bien?” — Curvó una ceja, viendo hacía abajo porque el contrario era mucho mas bajito que él. Cualquiera que viese esto se reiría de ambos.

Daiki has learned to love the many different ways Ryou says his names: A shy whisper, a quiet demand, a desperate cry on (and off) the court, sometimes even as a prideful jab at those he doesn’t like. “Aomine is on my team.” Daiki can recognize his proud voice from his happy one; he can tell when Ryou is scared and when he is sorry.

Mostly, though, he can tell when he’s in trouble.

A distant cry of his name lets him know that today he is. He stops in his tracks, turns back towards the locker room where he knows his little lover is, and considers hiding before he gets here.

It’s too late, though, because by the time he looks there’s a red faced apologetic mushroom speeding towards him.

“Aomine, why is this–” Ryou shoves the phone in his face, open to his home screen- “Your background?! When did you even take this?!”

Ryou drops his voice down to the loudest whisper he can manage, and Daiki grins. “I think it’s cute.” he replies bluntly.

Ryou is not convinced. “Couldn’t you have picked a b-better picture of me?! Change it!!” He frantically shoves the phone in Daiki’s larger hands.

“There is no better picture.”

Daiki pockets the phone and Ryou turns redder. “What if someone sees?!”

“Most people don’t snoop through other’s phones Ryou–”

“I’m sorry I– N-No, that’s not the point, you idiot!”

“It’ll be fine, relax.”

“I can’t relax, that’s– that’s–!!”

Daiki sighs, putting up his hands in show of surrender. “Fine, fine…”

“You’ll change it?” Ryou looks relieved, albeit apologetic as usual.

“No way- but if it makes you feel better, you can take a picture like that of me and put it as your background too.”