Respite

So this is the feeling.

Aomine’s hand stops in mid-raise, so close to reaching you. Strands of your hair entangled over the tips of his finger, and he can almost feel your soft skin only a centimeter away. Why had he stopped? As realization hit him, his hand had stilled gradually. Was he scared? Excited? He did not know; these unfamiliar emotions swelled up in his chest, overwhelming him, eating him up. 

Love. He was never able to understand any of it, but right now, at this moment, he felt it all over his body. He wanted you; wanted to quickly pull you into him, to hold you and kiss you, to mark you his, to feel your existence that completes him. It had to be you. You. 

But yet. he was also terrified. His thoughts swarmed with end without a beginning. Uncountable what if’s and indescribable fear pulled him back. You noticed his hands starting to shake, barely visible, but enough to let you know. Your heart flutters as you raise your own hand to grasp his, and you lean into his hands ever so gently. The warmth spreads in both of you as everything comes to perfection. 

You are unaware of how fast his heart beats at that moment. It was rather beautiful, the way you blew away all his insecurities with the falling wind, whispering instead only comfort and love as the two of you stood close together. You had chosen him, now he can’t let go. 

I lo-

Without finishing his own sentence, his lips connect with yours, silencing the world. Too quickly, he pulls back, but only for a moment, and he comes crashing back before your eyes flutter open. It was gentle, not at all like how you would expect him to kiss you, but even that surprise was, in its own way, perfect. Slowly, he puts his arm around your waist, and you stumble forward to finally close what little gap you had between. 

Character limit is six! (so minus Hanamiya)

Akashi Seijurou: Walking in on you speaking on the phone in your native language, Akashi would smile faintly all-knowingly. After you hang up and turn to find him waiting, his smile would only get bigger at your flustered face. “So, you were talking to your parents about me again?” He says ever so casually. Yes, ever since you have become his other half, he has managed to self-teach your language in less than a month. How much better can a boyfriend get?

Murasakibara Atsushi: Atsushi would instantly frown at hearing foreign words come out of your mouth. He would stop in mid-chewing to hear you better, only to be confused even more. Mildly interested, he would ask you how to say “snacks” repeatedly until it becomes familiar to his ears, and would mindlessly begin walking away, grinning and mumbling the word in between his eating. 

Aomine Daiki: This would be the first time Aomine has even realized that you were bilingual. He would be shocked at first, but that was soon replaced by his signature smirk. “Oi, oi, how do you say boobs in your language?” Nuff said. You smack him in the head and walk away annoyed, and Aomine would tail you around for the rest of the day. When you refuse to teach him, he would look for it by himself via internet, and idiotically yell out the embarrassing word down the hallway until he learns several smacks from his senpais and yourself. 

Midorima Shintarou: Midorima is very interested in learning new languages, so when he first hears you speaking it, his eyes leave the fluttering page, glistening just a bit. He would begin to ask you different aspects of the language: the difficulty, the variety, the difference to Japanese; all with evident excitement growing in his tone. You chuckle at his curiosity and indulge him for the day, teaching him several useful phrases that he continually jots down in his lucky item for the day, notebook. 

Kise Ryouta: “WOWWW” Kise would boisterously jump around you at hearing you speak another language. Being a model, he himself had to learn English, and he knew how much struggle that had been. So realizing that his significant other had gone through the same process, he would both be amazed and proud of you. He would be happy to try to learn the language, in turn of you tutoring him every day after school, which you, obviously, rejects. 

Aomine Daiki: We all know that Aomine would often fall off the bed without you having to kick or punch him. Which means that even when you do, he’d just hit the floor snoring, scratching underneath his t-shirt and mumbling something about getting back at Kagami for hitting him. In his sleep, he’d fumble with your slippers and lay on them as his pillow, snoring away until the position physically leaves him sore in the morning. 

Kise Ryota: He’d jerk awake as he makes contact with the floor, frantically swinging about in surprise. Finding only silence in the dark room, Kise’s eyes would fall back to you, where you still maintained your one-punch position. Rubbing the pain off his head, he pouts and glares at you for a moment and sleepily climb back up to bed to pull you into a tight hug. He was only making sure that you stayed immobile, he would reason in the morning, but really, Kise loved cuddling with you as he fell asleep. 

Hanamiya Makoto: Hanamiya would wake up from his sleep, all four limbs in weird position, as he finds himself sprawled on the floor. Not again, he thinks as he annoyedly counts how many times you have knocked him onto the floor. He would seriously contemplate whether he should gently try pushing you over the edge, but quickly shrugs off the impossibility. Instead he would make gross faces at your sleeping self, getting back at you at the best of his abilities. 

Murasaibara Atsushi: Let’s be honest here. No one would have thought it possible that you kick this giant over the bed. But, for whatever miraculous cause, you do, and the thud as he hits the floor is enough to wake you up, rather than him. When you try pulling him up, he clutches tightly at his bunny doll, frowning and twisting out of your grasp. He ends up pulling you down with him, and puts his legs firmly on you to hold you still until you give in to the dreamworld with him. 

Thank you for letting me know, I fixed the link!

Tokiya + Rin: Headcanon that Rin actually enjoys singing himself. So, when he finds Tokiya singing Rin’s favorite song (Amazing Grace) in an empty classroom, Rin starts up a conversation with Tokiya that would result in the beginning of their friendship. Days later, Tokiya regrets his decision to befriend Rin, as now he constantly teases him about the different stage outfits he has to wear, laughing about how much worse it is than his own maid cafe outfit. 

Masato + Momotarou: Masato would be taken aback by the Momo’s overflowing energy at first. Momo would constantly ask about the book he’s reading, the girls he talk to, anything and everything until he gets quite annoyed. Masato would enjoy his talkativeness sometimes but more often would find a quite time and place to read his books in silence, with Momotarou cluelessly looking for him around the school campus.

Ranmaru +Makoto: The gentle Makoto would have no problem making friends with anyone, even if that is the silent, strong-willed Ranmaru. Makoto would inquire about his interests in rock, going out of his ways to explore new genres and giving his opinions on them. Ranmaru would have never imagined that he would make friends with such a goody-two-shoes, but after a while, he would accept that Makoto now knew and understood him better than many people. 

Himuro sits in the last row by the window in his class, which obviously entices him to look outside and tune out the lecture every now and then. His favorite time to do that was during fifth period, when you had PE, because he was able to watch you from above. Though he hated not being in your class, this hour had given him the bait to survive. 

But not today. When he surreptitiously looked out the window, he finds you pinching a male classmate’s cheeks playfully, laughing at what he was saying. What’s worse, this guy then goes on to ruffle your hair, quite affectionately, might he add. Sudden annoyance hits him. Whether he was your childhood friend or a new male human friend did not matter to Himuro Tatsuya. Nobody was to be this friendly to you.

Himuro’s placid expression belied the irritation that boiled underneath him. Get away from her. He silently orders, as he rubs his pencil eraser against the window sill that reflects the two of you. He is silly enough to grind his eraser against the image of enemy, hoping that he would leave you alone. Himuro pouts at his own sensitivity, and begins to childishly flick his figure away from you, putting his finger between the two of you, grabbing your reflection and pulling you away, and even making quick faces at him...all to the window. 

And just as suddenly, you turn around and look up, instantly finding his classroom, and surprisingly, finding him watching you. Your face brightens up immediately, the bright smile that takes all of his worries away. You trot towards the school building, excitedly waving to you, and Himuro tries so hard to not let his laugh seep out. He gives you a smile as well as a little wave, and you jump excitedly, mouthing indecipherable words and making a big heart with your arms. 

Behind you, your friend has a disappointed face as he also looks up to meet Himuro’s eyes. A flash of emotion flashes in him, and going out of his character, Himuro actually smirks at the guy triumphantly. 

Okay, this isn’t cuddly per se, but I have a pretty good feeling you’ll like this one ;)

“Noooooo” 

You pull back, resisting the firm hand that pulls you to the center of the room. Your silky yellow dress beautifully sways from behind as you stumble into Kise. He still holds your white-gloved hands in his, and you look up to find a blissful smile plastered on his face. He had gelled up his hair smoothly to the back, revealing all his perfect features and you can’t help but blush at the sight. Cutely enough, Kise also has the same thoughts about you, how adorable you are in matching your dress color, how stunning you look in the crowd, to the point where the whole world seems to disappear and only you and he are left in this ballroom. 

“Please don’t make me do this, Kise.” The light of the chandelier shines you even brighter at the center of the room, and you plead to back out once more. You feel all eyes turned towards you, or well, Kise, and it’s making your heart beat too fast for your like. He only chuckles and brings you closer to him, leaning down to meet foreheads. His breath, hot and nervous, tingles your nose, and sends shivers down your spine. He is just as skittish as you are, just as scared of the attention, just as excited for this perfect moment together. 

When you truly take that in, you can’t resist when he gently places a hand on your waist with the cue of the music. He intakes a quick breath to calm his own nerves, and steps..once, twice until he is able to take his eyes off the floor and lock with yours. Sheepish laugh escapes through the handsome smile, and without notice, you too stifle a laugh. 

WELCOME ANON-SAMA DONT BE SHY I DONT BITE :D hahaha 

You walk down the hallway alone, grumbling to yourself at the absence of your boyfriend. 

Yesterday, you had teased him about being a “pretty boy”, which unexpectedly got Kise to pout all the way home. At first you only acknowledged it as a tease, and let him walk on before you, but today was different. He didn’t come to pick you up this morning, nor did he visit during class breaks, and now he didn’t even end up showing up to eat lunch with you. You knew his grudge wouldn’t last long, but it still felt odd without the usual chippery Kise around you. 

You stomp into the basketball court before the start of the practice, and find Kise in the locker room alone. His back is towards you and it seems that he did not notice your entrance. You tiptoe your way towards him, and surprise him with a hug from behind, your arms tightly grasping his waist. Kise yells in surprise, turning around to find you burying your head into his body and mumbling indecipherable words. 

Swallowing in a chuckle, Kise calmly asks, “What did you say, ______-cchi?” You do not lift your head but Kise feels the heat in your cheeks rise. 

“I said I was sorry,” you mumble shyly, unable to meet his eye contact. Kise internally screams and dies at your adorable apology and resists a severe urge to kiss you all over. Instead, he lightly pushes you off, and cups your head in both his hands, forcing you to look up. He puts on a visible pout, and childishly whines, “That won’t do, ____-cchi. I want a proper apology...here.” He taps his right cheek twice, giving you a sly wink with it, and you blush even more at his suggestion. 

You try to squirm out, but by this time, he has you firmly in his own grasp. Flustered, you groan and leans in to give him a quick peck. He also leans down to match your height difference, and smiles as he turns to give you his cheek. But at the last minute your lips were about to make contact, Kise quickly turns back, and.... lips on lips it is. 

Congratulations on the new job, first of all! You should be more proud of yourself for being able to earn. [broke and lonely here;;] But I can imagine how much pain in the Neville Longbottom it would be to be collaborating with a dickhead. What exactly does he do? Just don’t let him get to you because you know that’s what he wants -.-  Here are your comfort baes:3 

Himuro Tatsuya: You throw your bag to the side as you walk into the door, sighing loudly. Himuro greets you, coming out of the kitchen with an apron around his waist, a dipper in his hands. His smile fades a little when he notices your fatigue and he rushes over to take off your jacket for you. 

He is gentle and quiet as he welcomes you into a hug, tightly squeezing you to relieve your stress. You sniff the air to notice that he has cooked your favorite dish yet again, and you are delighted that you don’t have to cook after a long day at work. Tension in your body slowly drifted away as you nuzzled into him who anchored you to reality. He always manage to bring you out of the darkness, with just one smile, one eye contact, one look. 

What did I do to deserve you? You silently wonder as he places a kiss on your head. Himuro does not resist the urge to run his fingers through your hair, romantically soothing you down. “Tell me all about it as you eat, _______” He says, as he hesitantly breaks apart and leads you into the kitchen. 

Kise Ryota: Even before your hand grasped the doorknob, the door swung open, revealing quite a cheerful Kise inside. “_______-cchi~! WELCOME HOME” He shouts, and you giggle and shush him at the same time as you close the door behind you. 

The stress is notable through your weak smile, and Kise stops wagging around to settle next to you. He wordlessly pulls you back into his chest and his hands naturally ties around your waist for comfort. You feel him grinning from behind, and realize that he has missed you just as much as you missed him. You smile at the thought, thankful to have someone at the end of the day, who would treat you worthy and wanted. 

Kise Ryota: Kise himself has not yet decided on his future, so he perfectly understands your worries and struggles. He would consult with you constantly to talk about your ambiguous future, going out of his way to admit his own fear and confusion as well. And you feel exactly the same. He would then weigh the pros and cons of each option with you, reassuring you that there is no wrong decision to make in life. 

“_______-cchi looks the happiest when you enjoy and love what you are doing. You should never give up on what you yourself desire.”

Kuroko Tetsuya: After hearing your story, Kuroko was right to pull out an anecdote. “Kagami-kun once blurted out quite an embarrassing line on court. ‘This is our show. We are the ones writing the script.’” He says with a faint smile of reminiscence. 

“Though it was right out embarrassing during the game, it’s true. _____-san is the one who should make the decision for your own future, not anyone else. No one is living your life for you, only you are. That may seem like a big responsibility on your shoulder, but it’s the only way you won’t come to regret your decision.” He finishes genuinely, holding your hands for comfort. His eyes tell you that he fully believes in you, which calms you down just a tiny bit, at the thought of having him by your side. 

Himuro Tatsuya: You were quite hesitant to trouble him with your worries at first. But Himuro would somehow end up coaxing you to spill your thoughts, letting you rant out about you, your future, your family. He then would wordlessly pull you in for a hug, and you choke at the unstoppable tear that you have tried so hard to hold in. In the midst of this terrifying, unforeseeable world, Himuro always makes you feel safe and protected. Why can’t my family be like that? You silently wonder, but as if he read your mind, Himuro corrects you instantly.

“Family, no matter what your final decision is, will end up supporting you. That’s why they are your family. So be more confident about pursuing what you want to do, because we’ll still be here with you.”

Okay, I saw this video on youtube and it made me welp. It’s not really fluffy though? oops. (This drabble is written in a bit different structure) 

Imagine walking into Aomine’s room, during his full blown workout session. 

Imagine him wearing his usual black tank top and baggy sport shorts, revealing all of his sexily tanned limb muscles. You are leaning on the door frame, waiting to be noticed, fully enjoying the nice view of your boyfriend as he counts his crunches out loud. Every time he comes up, his muscle flexes, and your mouth drops open at how well built he is. You swear you can almost see his six packs under his tank top, and oh how you wish you could feel it too. 

Now imagine Aomine noticing you there, as he comes back down to relax. Exhaling a big breath, his lips curl up and it naturally puts a grin on your face too. He motions for you to come in, and you willingly skip towards him to give him a tight hug. He then suddenly pulls you down on the ground underneath him, and cages you with both of his arms. 

Imagine Aomine doing pushups in that awkward yet very intimate position, and every time he comes down for one, he gives you a peck on your lips. Your eyes widen in embarrassment, and you blush furiously, but that only entices him even more. This time, he lowers himself more slowly and tilts his head to properly kiss you, and you melt underneath him. Just imagine him kissing you for a long time, workout forgotten, as you finally feel his abs pressed against your body, as he interlocks hands with you and run his fingers through your hair. Imagine after he pulls away, he croaks in his husky deep voice, “Damn.”

You clearly don’t know how wicked I am inside ;) HEHEHE 

Ehhhh anon-sama I think I know what you want to hear ;)))))

Akashi Seijurou: You push away Akashi’s hands that held the medicine, shuddering in cold. Though you dread being sick, there is no way you are drinking that bitter liquid. For all you know, that could be poison, which you think is highly probable. Akashi lets out a sigh and lifts up the cup, setting the tray down on the bedside table. You expect him to force you, but instead he cups your chin with his free hands, bringing your face intimately closer to his. Your heavy breaths echoes the silent room as you stare into his eyes nervously. Akashi’s eyes roam your lips and whispers huskily,

“If you don’t like the medicine, I can take your cold away in another way.” 

Kuroko Tetsuya: You childishly hide yourself under the blanket, blocking out Kuroko who helplessly sat beside your bed. He has been urging you quite awhile now, but you had stubbornly refused. After few moments of silence, you peek out, curious if he has left the room, but are met by his pained blue eyes. You blink, dumbfounded, as he tugs down the cover. He softly takes your hands and clasps them. Before he lets go, he places your favorite lemon candy on your palm and gives you a weak smile. 

“It hurts me to see you hurting, ______-san. Please take the medicine.”

Aomine Daiki: Aomine watches you annoyedly as you refuse yet again. You whine about its indescribable bitter taste, sticking your tongue out at just the thought it. Your eyes widen, however, as Aomine, quite vexed, throws your pill into the water and drinks it himself. Before you can decline, he roughly pulls you toward him and hastily smears his lips against yours. He enters your mouth skillfully, gently pushing you against the nearby wall, and you wince as the bitter taste fills you. The kiss is wet and heated, as water drips down both your lips, and soon enough the small pill dissolves down your throat. But the kiss does not end until your knees buckle weakly, and he smirks ever so slightly at your vulnerable, flushed face.  

Kise Ryota: It was a mistake. You curse under your breath as dizziness comes flying back. Broken glass shatters the floor and Kise stands, staring blankly at the floor for a moment. You anticipate his anger and try to step towards him to apologize, but he grabs your shoulder to stop you. Wordlessly, he lifts you up and carries you to the bed, carefully stepping around the broken pieces himself, and lays you down. Your head is both spinning and aching at the same time, and you huff out an apology. Giving you a comforting smile, he walks back out to clean up the mess before returning with your pill and a glass of water.