#akashi

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙁𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙: 𝙈𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖, 𝘼𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙚, 𝙆𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙞, 𝙆𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙤, 𝙈𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙖, 𝘼𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞

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Shintaro Midorima:

Your daughter’s cries echoed throughout the room causing your eyes fluttered open almost immediately. With a quiet sigh, you pushed the blanket aside, already accustomed to the routine. You’d barely managed to swing your legs over the side of the bed before a familiar voice stopped you.

“Where are you going?”

You looked over your shoulder to see Midorima had already opened his eyes.

His glasses rested on the nightstand beside him, so you were able to properly see the tiredness in his eyes yet he somehow looked just as composed as he did every morning before leaving for the hospital.

"The baby’s crying Shintaro. Go back to sleep.” You whispered to him. He reached for his glasses before placing them on.

“I am aware.” He responded.

“You have work in the morning.”

“So I do.” He said as he sat up.

“And you’ve barely slept.”

“I am also aware of that.”

You smiled faintly.

“Shintaro."

Before you could continue, he was already standing. He straightened the wrinkles from his sleep shirt before making his way toward the nursery.

“Remain here.”

You watched him disappear through the doorway. With a smile, you rolled your eyes. You didn't listen to his previous words and quietly following after him anyway. You chose to lean against the frame and look at how he attempted to console his daughter.

She was crying so loudly you swore she could've woken up the entire city.

Midorima carefully lifted her from the crib, supporting her head with careful hands.

“There now.”

His voice remained soft as ever.

“You were fed forty three minutes ago.”

He glanced toward the changing table.

“Your diaper was changed immediately afterward.”

A brief pause.

“There is no discernible reason for your distress.”

The crying only intensified.

Hus brows furrowed in confusion as he tried to figure out what the problem was.

He adjusted the blanket yet that didn't do anything. He checked that she wasn’t too warm and she seemed to be of the normal temperature. He gently bounced her in his arms, pacing the length of the nursery

Yet nothing seemed to have been wrong.

“Your heart rate appears normal.”

He said through the crying of his daughter

“No signs of discomfort...No fever.”

For the first time in weeks Dr. Midorima Shintaro found himself facing a problem he could not diagnose.

He looked down at the tiny infant bundled in his arms.

“You are quite the difficult patient.”

A small laugh escaped your lips.

His head turned toward the doorway.

“I thought I instructed you to remain in bed.”

“I wanted to see how my favorite doctor was doing.”

“I have encountered…a complication.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Really now?"

He looked back down at your daughter, who seemed intent on proving every one of his observations incorrect.

“You should try.”

You stepped forward, unable to hide your smile.

“So we’re requesting a consultation?”

“I believe that would be…prudent.”

The moment you gathered your daughter into your arms, the crying began to soften.

Within seconds, the frantic sobs dissolved into quiet hiccups. Then finally the one thing necessary for a peaceful sleep was received. Silence. She nestled comfortably against your chest, letting out one tiny yawn before closing her eyes as though nothing had happened.

The room fell completely still.

You looked over at your husband.

“Looks like she just wanted her mother.”

Midorima remained silent.

His gaze shifted from your daughter to you

then back to your daughter once more.

"Remarkable.”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“That’s all you’ve got?” You said as you nudged him, gently placing her back in her crib.

“I accounted for every physiological variable.” He adjusted his glasses.

“Yet I failed to consider the simplest possibility.”

“And what’s that?” He looked at you with a soft smile.

“That her preferred remedy was you.”

Midorima reached out, gently brushing a finger against your daughter’s tiny hand.

She instinctively wrapped her fingers around his.

His expression softened.

“Very well.”

He gave a small nod, as though accepting the outcome of an experiment.

“I shall revise my findings.”

The next evening, when the cries began once again, Midorima didn’t bother checking the thermometer first.

Instead, he calmly looked toward you.

“Our patient appears to be requesting her mother.”

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Daiki Aomine:

The cries of your son echoed through the apartment, effectively destroying the peaceful silence of two o'clock in the morning. You let out a groan, burying your face deeper into the pillow.

Besides you, Aomine didn’t even move. The guy was asleep like a log .

“Daiki.."

Nothing.

You nudged him with your foot.

“Daiki!" You exclaimed which earned

a sleepy grunt from him as a response.

You narrowed your eyes before giving him a considerably harder kick.

“Ow! The hell was that for?!” He said leaning up using his hands to support him.

“The baby’s crying.”

Aomine glanced toward the nursery before immediately flopping back onto the mattress.

“He’ll be aight.”

You stared at him in disbelief.

“Daiki get your ass to our baby."

He groaned as he cracked one eye open.

“You carried him for nine months. I think you got this one.”

A dangerous smile spread across your face.

“Oh really?"

You sat up, stretching your leg just enough for him to notice.

“I will literally kick you hard enough to let you experience a fraction of the pain I went through bringing him into this world.”

Aomine blinked.

Then a laugh escaped him.

"Alright alright you win."

He rubbed the back of his neck, grinning.

“Feisty girl.”

Another cry echoed from the nursery.

“Aight, aight. I’m comin’.”

Still half asleep, he shuffled down the hallway, lazily scratching at the back of his head.

The moment he pushed open the nursery door, his son was still crying, tiny fists in the air as tears streamed down his cheeks.

“Yo.”

Aomine carefully scooped him into his arms.

“Cmon little man.”

Almost immediately the crying stopped.

Your son’s watery eyes blinked up at his father before a tiny hand reached up and latched onto the front of Aomine’s shirt.

“Well damn.”

A tiny yawn escaped the baby.

Then came a quiet giggle.

“You serious?” Aomine chuckled under his breath. “Your mom’s been threatenin my life for the past five minutes and all you wanted was me?”

His son answered by grabbing a fistful of his shirt and refusing to let go.

“Guess we’re cool like that, huh?”

Aomine couldn’t help but smile.

“You got good taste."

He gently bounced him against his shoulder, lazily swaying from side to side.

“Lemme tell you somethin little man.”

His voice dropped into an easy murmur.

“Your mom? She’s scary.”

A tiny giggle.

“But she’s also the toughest person you’ll ever meet.”

He smiled to himself.

“So make sure you listen to her.”

Another giggle escaped your son.

“Cause I definitely should.”

After a bit, your son finally couldn't resist sleep anymore and his tiny breaths eventually evened out against Aomine's shoulder.

"Knew you'd wear yourself out with all that yellin."

He stood there for another minute, gently patting the little boy’s back until he was certain he was asleep. Carefully, he laid him back into the crib, tucking the blanket around his tiny body.

“Sleep tight little man.”

The apartment had fallen silent once more.

When he pushed open the bedroom door, he found you curled beneath the blankets, though the way your eyes immediately met his told him you hadn’t waken up again.

“He’s out?”

“Yeah.” He said as he climbed back into bed, the mattress dipping beneath him.

A lazy smile spread across your face as you scooted a little closer, instinctively curling into his side. Without a second thought, Aomine wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest.

The room settled into a comfortable silence.

“Thanks,” you murmured.

“Hm?”

“For getting him.”

He shrugged.

“Ain’t nothin"

After a moment, Aomine let out a quiet chuckle.

“Yknow.”

“What?”

“He reminds me of you.”

You tilted your head just enough to look at him.

“How?”

A smug grin slowly tugged at the corner of his lips.

“’Cause neither of you can resist me.”

You stared at him for exactly three seconds before bursting into laughter.

“You’re literally so stupid.”

“What?” he laughed. “I’m serious.”

“You are so full of yourself.”

“Nah.” He tightened his arm around you just a little. “Think about it.”

“Our son stops cryin the second I pick him up.”

He looked down at you with that familiar teasing smirk.

“And you? You keep crawling back into my arms.”

You rolled your eyes, though the smile on your face betrayed you.

“Maybe I should’ve let him keep crying.”

“There she is.” He chuckled, pressing a lazy kiss against your forehead. “There’s my feisty girl.”

You huffed, lightly smacking his chest.

“Go to sleep, Daiki.”

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Ryouta Kise:

For the first time in nearly two weeks…the apartment was quiet. Just the peaceful sound of rain tapping softly against the bedroom window. Kise let out a sigh of content as he tightened his arms around you as you slept peacefully against his chest.

“This is nice,” he mumbled sleepily.

You hummed in agreement, still half asleep.

“I think she’s finally sleeping through the ni-"

As though she hated her fathers optimism

A loud wail erupted from the nursery.

The two of you froze.

Kise slowly closed his eyes.

“I shouldn’t have finished that sentence.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you began sitting up, only for Kise to gently guide you back down onto the pillow.

“Mm mm.”

“Ryouta…”

“I got it.”

“You sure?”

He smiled, brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear.

“Of course I am.”

You frowned.

“You’ve barely slept either.”

“I know.” He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead. “But you’ve been taking care of her all day.”

His smile softened.

“You deserve to rest.”

You looked at him for a moment before finally relaxing back beneath the blankets.

“You’re too good to me.”

“I know.” He said as he gave you a smug smile causing you to roll your eyes.

He laughed quietly before climbing out of bed, stretching his arms above his head.

“Don’t worry.” He flashed you one of those pretty smiles that had made half the world fall in love with him. “Your amazing husband has everything under control.”

You smiled to yourself as he disappeared into the hallway.

“Good luck.”

The nursery door creaked open.

“Heyyy, princess,” Kise whispered, carefully lifting his daughter into his arms. “Daddy’s here.”

Almost instantly, her cries began to settle.

“There we go…” he cooed, gently rocking her. “See? You just wanted your favori-"

He stopped.

His smile faltered.

“Huh.”

His nose twitched. He sniffed once. Then again.

“No way..."

He slowly looked down at his daughter, who blinked up at him with the most innocent expression imaginable.

“Princess…” Another sniff.

"Come on..."

His daughter answered him with nothing more than a gummy smile, the kind that had become Kise’s greatest weakness over the past few months.

He smiled back instinctively.

“Ugh don't look at me like that. Especially after you pooped yourself."

He sighed and smiled at his baby.

“So this is what fatherhood feels like…”

Only minutes ago he’d proudly insisted that you stay in bed, assuring you that he had everything under control.

Now, he was beginning to question every life decision that had led him to this exact moment.

His first instinct was to wake you.

Surely you had handled situations like this far better than he ever could.

The thought barely lasted a second.

He shook his head to himself.

No.

You’d spent the entire day tending to your daughter, barely finding a moment to sit down, let alone rest. The least he could do was keep the promise he’d made only moments earlier.

Besides how difficult could changing one diaper really be?

That confidence vanished the moment he laid her on the changing table.

Kise had watched you do this dozens of times before. It had always looked effortless and easy in your hands but it felt entirely different when he was the one responsible.

He found himself double checking everything, terrified he’d somehow make the diaper worse instead of better. Kise was good at almost everything, yet this challenged him. Because it wasn't as if it were some ball in his hands. Rather it was his precious daughter.

His daughter, meanwhile, seemed thoroughly entertained.

She watched him with wide, curious eyes, occasionally rewarding his concentration with tiny giggles that somehow made the entire ordeal both easier and infinitely more humiliating.

By the time he’d finally managed to clean her up and fasten a fresh diaper around her waist, a triumphant smile spread across his face.

He’d actually done it.

Maybe fatherhood wasn’t as intimidating as he’d imagined.

Carefully lifting her back into his arms, he let out a relieved breath. Thankful it was all over

A familiar warmth of her diaper was felt on his forearm making his smile slowly disappear. He looked down. Then at his daughter then back at back at her diaper which was heavier.

For several long seconds, neither of them moved.

His daughter merely blinked up at him before breaking into another delighted little giggle.

Kise closed his eyes.

“You’re lucky. You are so lucky you have your mommy's pretty face."

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Taiga Kagami:

The soft cries coming from the baby monitor made Kagami awake from his sleep.

He blinked at the ceiling before instinctively turning toward your side of the bed.

Right at the other end you were sound asleep. One arm tucked beneath your pillow, and your breathing was slow and peaceful for what was probably the first time all week. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Finally gettin some shut eye."

Carefully, he slipped out from beneath the blankets, making sure not to wake you before quietly padding down the hallway toward the nursery.

The moment he stepped inside, his daughter’s watery eyes landed on him.

She immediately stretched her tiny arms toward the side of the crib, still sniffling between cries.

“Hey kiddo…”

Kagami rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he knelt beside the crib.

“What happened?”

She didn’t answer, of course.

Instead, she continued staring over the edge of the crib, her little lip quivering.

Following her gaze, Kagami looked down.

Her well loved pink bunny laid on the floor just beyond her reach.

“You cryin over your bunny?"

He let out a quiet chuckle.

“Alright alright."

Reaching down, he picked up the stuffed bunny. One of its ears had long since begun to flop from how often it’d been carried around the apartment.

The second it appeared in front of her, your daughter’s face lit up.

She eagerly grabbed it with both hands, hugging it tightly against her tiny chest.

The crying stopped.

“Scarin your old man over a bunny."

Kagami smiled to himself, expecting she’d settle back into bed now that she’d been reunited with her favorite toy.

Instead she looked up at him. Her hero.

Then reached both little arms toward him.

“Huh?”

A tiny, impatient whine answered him.

He laughed under his breath.

"Alright I gotcha."

Scooping her into his arms, he rested her comfortably against his shoulder as she happily cuddled both him and the pink bunny. Kagami looked over toward the bookshelf in the corner of the nursery.

“One story okay?”

His daughter blinked up at him.

“Just one. And you better not judge my reading."

Settling himself into the oversized beanbag beside the bookshelf, he grabbed the nearest picture book and opened it across his lap. “I ain’t too good at all the funny voices.”

Even so he tried.

The wolf ended up sounding exactly like the grandma. The princess somehow had the same voice as the dragon.

And halfway through the story, Kagami couldn’t even remember which character was speaking anymore.

“Man…”

He laughed quietly to himself.

“I’m really terrible at this.”

No one complained.

Your daughter had long since fallen asleep, curled comfortably against his chest with Bunny squeezed tightly between the two of them.

Kagami looked down at her sleeping face.

“Guess you didn’t mind.”

He leaned back into the beanbag, intending to close the book before putting her back into bed.

Instead…

His own eyes slowly drifted shut.

You then sometime later to an unfamiliar silence. Reaching across the bed, you frowned when you found Kagami’s side empty. Quietly making your way toward the nursery, you pushed the door open just enough to peek inside. The sight before you made your heart melt. The book rested open across Kagami’s lap.

His head had fallen back against the beanbag, mouth slightly open, completely asleep. Your daughter was tucked securely against his chest, one tiny hand gripping the front of his T-shirt while the other refused to let go of her beloved pink bunny.

Even asleep One of Kagami’s arms remained wrapped securely around her, holding her close without a second thought.

You smiled to yourself.

“Awee my two babies.”

Neither of them heard you.

They were both far too comfortable to wake.

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Tetsuya Kuroko:

The nursery had finally fallen silent.

Kuroko stood beside the crib for another minute, watching his son’s tiny chest rise and fall beneath the blanket. Satisfied he was asleep, he carefully tucked the blanket a little higher before quietly making his way toward the door.

“Goodnight.”

He reached the hallway.

A soft whimper broke the silence.

Gradually it began getting louder and louder.

Kuroko paused confused as to what could be the problem. He turned around and stepped back into the nursery.

Almost immediately, the crying stopped.

His son blinked up at him, eyes still glossy with tears, before letting out a tiny sigh as though nothing had happened.

Kuroko tilted his head slightly.

“I see.”

He walked back over to the crib, gently brushing a hand over the little boy’s hair.

“You were awake.”

His son smiled.

After another few minutes, Kuroko tried again. He waited until the little boy’s eyes had drifted shut before quietly walking toward the doorway. Not even two steps toward you and Kurokos shared bedroom and the crying returned.

He stopped in his tracks. But this time, instead of walking back immediately, he remained where he was.

Carefully, he leaned just enough to peek around the doorframe.

His son had pushed himself onto his back, tiny eyes fixed entirely on the entrance to the nursery.

Watching and waiting.

The moment Kuroko stepped back into view

the crying ceased.

His son’s tiny shoulders relaxed almost instantly.

“I see the problem now.”

A faint smile appeared on Kuroko’s face.

He walked back over, resting his hands lightly against the crib rail.

“You wanted to make sure I hadn’t left.”

A tiny hand reached toward him.

Without thinking, Kuroko offered a finger.

His son wrapped both hands around it immediately.

The grip was surprisingly firm for someone so small.

“You have quite a strong hold.”

Kuroko smiled. For someone who was always invisible to everyone else. And in a world where people would never notice if he arrived or if he left. His son did. And a part of that made Kurokos heart flutter with happiness. Some time later, you quietly pushed the nursery door open.

“Tetsuya?”

He looked over his shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “Did we wake you?”

You shook your head before walking over beside him.

“I heard him crying.”

You looked into the crib and saw that the little boy was no longer crying.

Instead, he was happily clutching one of Kuroko’s fingers as though letting go simply wasn’t an option.

“How'd you get him to go back to sleep so quick?"

Kuroko glanced back at his son.

"I believe..."

He paused for a brief moment.

“he dislikes it when I leave the room.”

You smiled.

“Really?”

As if determined to prove his father’s theory, the little boy immediately began fussing the moment Kuroko gently slipped his finger away.

Before the first tear could even fall, Kuroko placed his hand back inside the crib.

Instant silence.

The room grew still once again.

You laughed quietly into your sleeve.

“I think someone has a favorite.”

Kuroko looked down at the tiny hand wrapped around his finger.

His expression softened ever so slightly.

“I think we should consider placing the crib into our bedroom."

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Atsushi Murasakibara:

Sometime in the middle of the night, Murasakibara stirred. Not because of the crying. He was a very heavy sleeper so he couldn't really hear anything 9 times out of 10 when he's asleep. He stirred something small had begun persistently poking his cheek. As if it were trying to wake him.

His eyes slowly open to find his son standing beside the bed, tiny tears streaming down his face.

Murasakibara blinked once

“Hm?”

The little boy answered by rubbing his eyes before patting his own stomach with both hands.

Murasakibara stared at him for a few quiet seconds.

“Hungry?”

A tiny nod.

Another tear rolled down his son’s cheek.

“Mm.”

Without another word, Murasakibara pushed himself out of bed, scooping the little boy into one arm.

Your side of the bed remained undisturbed.

He glanced over for only a moment.

You had spent most of the day chasing after your energetic toddler, and the exhaustion was still written across your sleeping face.

“Let Mommy sleep.”

The words came little more than a sleepy murmur.

His son simply rested his head against Murasakibara's shoulder, still clutching the front of his father’s shirt.

The apartment remained quiet as they wandered into the kitchen together.

Moonlight spilled through the windows, illuminating just enough of the room for Murasakibara to move around without turning on the lights.

He knew exactly where everything was.

Opening the refrigerator, he stood there for a moment, thoughtfully examining its contents.

His son watched with equal concentration.

One small finger eventually reached past Murasakibara's shoulder, pointing insistently toward the fruit drawer.

“Good choice.”

Murasakbiara smiled faintly.

It wasn’t long before the two of them were seated on the kitchen floor, sharing a bowl of sliced strawberries and bananas.

Neither spoke much.

There wasn’t any need to.

The only sounds filling the room were tiny content hums from the little boy and the quiet clink of a spoon against the bowl every now and then.

Watching his son happily eat, Murasakbara couldn’t help but notice the resemblance.

The same sleepy expression.

The same oversized appetite.

Even the way his cheeks puffed out with every bite reminded him painfully of himself.

"You’re definitely my kid.”

His son looked up, grinning through a mouthful of strawberries before offering his father the last slice of banana.

Murasakibara accepted it without hesitation.

“You're definitely your mother's kid too..Cuz I'd never share."

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Seijuro Akashi:

The faint sound of the quiet sobbing made you and Akashi wake up simultaneously.

You blinked against the darkness, immediately turning toward the baby monitor on the nightstand.

“Did you hear that?”

Before you could even throw the blankets aside, Akashi was already sitting up turning on the nightlights.

“I did.”

You reached for your robe, but he gently rested a hand over yours.

“I’ll tend to her.”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded once.

“Rest for a moment my love.”

You tried to rest knowing Akashi had everything other control. But your body wouldn't allow you to. You simply just had to know why your baby was sad. By the time you entered the nursery a few minutes later, you found your daughter buried against Akashi’s shoulder, her tiny fingers clutching the fabric of his pajama shirt.

He looked up when you entered.

“I believe she had a nightmare.”

Your heart immediately softened.

“Oh, sweetheart…”

The little girl looked over at you with tear filled eyes before reaching out with her free hand. Without hesitation, you took it.

The moment both of you were beside her, the tension in her shoulders began to ease.

Akashi noticed it immediately.

“I see.” You looked at him.

“What?”

He remained silent for a brief moment before speaking.

“I don’t believe she wishes to sleep alone tonight.”

You smiled.

“I don’t think so either.”

Carefully, he carried her back to your bedroom and you followed behind him with her favorite stuffed bear.

The room remained quiet, the nightlights were dimmed and the atmosphere gave off a safe feeling. Akashi then gently pulled back the blankets and settled her in the very center of the bed.

“There.”

Your daughter looked from him to you. You smiled gently as you stepped forward with her bear. You placed it down right next to her. She immediately grabbed it and embraced it into a cuddle. She looked once more at the both of you and she made certain both of you were beside her and then she finally lie back against the pillow.

You climbed in first, gently stroking her hair.

Akashi slipped beneath the blankets on the opposite side, pulling them carefully over all three of you.

He placed his head on his hand as he watched his daughter with a smile.

“This was quite an efficient solution.”

You laughed quietly.

“That’s one way to put it.”

He met your gaze across the pillow.

“If she can see both of us when she wakes, there will be no reason for her to fear.”

Your daughter yawned, eyelids already growing heavy.

Within minutes, her breathing evened into the peaceful rhythm of sleep.

You looked over the top of her tiny head at your husband.

“I think she’s got us exactly where she wants us.”

Akashi’s eyes lingered on the sleeping little girl nestled safely between the two of you.

“Perhaps my heart.”

He gently brushed his thumb across the back of her tiny hand.

“Though I cannot say I mind.”

For the remainder of the night, neither of you moved.

Every so often your daughter would stir just enough to reassure herself.

Mama was still on one side and Papa was still on the other.

Only then would she smile in her sleep and drift peacefully back into her dreams.

【桐皇vs洛山】 Aomine x Akashi

Authors Note:y/n = your name// reader is implied to be female // semi.proof read// Have fun <3

Akashi Seijuro

Akashi Seijūrō was used to excellence. He expected it in others, and demanded it from himself. Leadership came easily. Confidence, naturally. Emotions? Those were always controlled. Predictable. Elegant. Until you. You were the quiet one in the library. Always buried in books thicker than some of his textbooks, making notes with that same thoughtful furrow of your brow. Your voice was soft—so soft that even when you answered the teacher’s most difficult questions with ease, people barely noticed.

Akashi noticed. He noticed everything about you. How you held your pen slightly crooked. How you blushed when praised. How your eyes lit up—not from attention, but from understanding.

You were brilliant. And shy. And kind. And it absolutely wrecked him.

Around you, Akashi changed. He started walking slower in hallways. Hoping to match your pace.He started sitting closer in study groups. Quietly rearranging the seating chart in his head so he’d end up beside you—every time. And when you spoke to him? Even just a polite “Good morning, Akashi-san”—he’d feel it like a violin string being plucked softly in his chest.

One day after class, he saw you sitting alone on a bench in the courtyard, deep in a book, a gentle smile on your lips. You didn’t see him at first. But he saw you. And that was it.He walked over slowly and sat beside you. You looked up, startled. “A-Akashi-san?”. He offered a warm, rare smile. “May I join you?”. You blinked. “Um… y-yes, of course. I was just… I mean, I didn’t think you’d…”

He tilted his head, amused. “Didn’t think I’d what?”

“Want to sit with me,” you murmured. Akashi frowned gently—not angry, just surprised. “I always want to sit with you.” Your face flushed so quickly he felt a flicker of guilt. “Forgive me,” he said, tone softening. “That was… perhaps too forward.” You shook your head quickly. “No! I just… I never expected someone like you to notice me. Let alone be so…”

“Interested?” he finished for you, voice as smooth as a violin. You nodded shyly. He looked at you for a long moment, something calm but intense in his gaze. “You’re the most quietly extraordinary person I’ve ever met,” he said simply. “Your intelligence is elegant. Your presence… grounding. And your kindness humbles me.”

You blinked, speechless. He glanced away, cheeks faintly pink. “I don’t say things like this lightly.”

You smiled, soft and amazed. “I know. That’s why it means a lot.” A small silence settled between you—comfortable, peaceful.

Then, you offered your book out to him, shyly. “I… think you’d like this one.”

He took it from your hands like it was something precious. And smiled—fully, gently—for the first time in weeks. “Thank you. I’d like to read anything you recommend. Always.”

Murasakibara Atsushi

The scent of vanilla and melted chocolate filled the kitchen as soft music played in the background. Murasakibara Atsushi stood tall—half slouched and yawning—watching you fuss over measuring flour like it was a scientific experiment.

"____-chin, do we really need to be that exact with the grams? It's just cookies…" he mumbled, leaning his elbow on the counter and resting his chin on his hand. You looked up, cheeks faintly pink. “W-Well… yes. If you want the texture to be perfect, the ratios matter. It’s chemistry, really…”

Atsushi blinked slowly, gaze fixed on you. “You always say stuff like that… you make baking sound like rocket science. Kinda cute.” You fumbled the measuring cup, barely catching it. “I-I’m not trying to sound smart, I just—wanna get it right…” He chuckled, that lazy, deep rumble that made your heart flip. “You’re so sweet, ____-chin. Like sugar. Way sweeter than snacks.”

Your face turned cherry red. “Atsushi!”

He reached over and gently poked your cheek with a flour-covered finger. “It’s not fair. You’re so small and smart and nice. Every time you talk all shy like that, I feel weird inside. Not a bad weird. Just… like I wanna do stuff better.”

You tilted your head. “Better?”

“Yeah,” he said, straightening up. “Like… try harder. I don’t usually care about much, but I like baking with you. It makes me wanna get it right.” Your eyes softened, and a shy smile tugged at your lips. “Then… can I teach you how to pipe the frosting today? You always eat the ones I make before I finish decorating them.” Atsushi looked away, slightly sheepish. “Mnn… you caught me…”

You handed him the piping bag, your fingers brushing his. “We can decorate together. I’ll show you my favorite technique.”

He took it, his giant hand awkwardly adjusting to the dainty tool. “Only if you promise not to laugh.”

“I would never laugh at you,” you said softly, “You’re trying your best, and that’s what makes it perfect.”

His chest felt warm. No one's ever looked at him like that before—like he was more than just tall or scary or strong. Like he mattered, just for being himself. By the time you finished, the kitchen was a sweet mess. Frosting smudged on both your noses, trays of heart-shaped cookies decorated with surprising finesse, and a very sleepy but content Murasakibara who had only eaten two this time. (Progress.) He leaned back, licking a bit of icing from his thumb. “Hey, ____-chin?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re like my favorite snack. But better. You make everything feel... softer.”

You giggled and leaned your head on his arm. “You’re soft too, y’know. Especially when you smile like that.”. He looked down at you, violet eyes hazy but full of something gentle and real, “Let’s bake together forever, kay?”

“Always.”

Kagami Taiga

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon, and Seirin's gym echoed with the sound of basketballs hitting the hardwood. Taiga Kagami was practicing his jump shots, sweat glistening on his brow, focused as ever.nSitting quietly on the bleachers, you watched him with a small smile, a book resting in your lap—Astrophysics for People in a Hurry. You weren’t in a rush, though. Not when watching your boyfriend throw down dunks like gravity didn’t apply to him. Kagami noticed you looking and missed his shot. The ball bounced away, and he ran a hand through his hair, flustered. "Ah—don't stare like that! I get nervous." You hid behind your book, cheeks flushing. “S-Sorry… you just look really cool when you play.”

He jogged over to you, panting lightly. “You’re always saying stuff like that out of nowhere.” You fidgeted with the corner of a page. “I just mean it... you always look cool to me.” Kagami crouched in front of you, his crimson eyes softening. “And you always make my brain hurt with those big science words,” he teased, grinning. “But I love hearing you talk about that stuff anyway.”

Your face went even redder. “Y-You do?”

“Yeah. You light up when you explain things. Like when you told me stars are basically giant balls of gas, but they’re still pretty, like you.”

You giggled shyly. “You remembered that?” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Course I did. I don’t get half of what you say, but I like your voice when you say it.” There was a pause, warm and content. Kagami stood and held out a hand, when he said“Come shoot a few with me.”

“I’m terrible at basketball,” you said nervously, but took his hand anyway. He answered quickly, “Doesn’t matter. I’ll teach you. You teach me stars, I teach you hoops. Deal?”

You nodded, heart fluttering, “Deal.” As he guided your hands on the ball and helped you take a wobbly shot, he laughed as it bounced off the backboard.

"Okay, okay—maybe we start with layups."

You smiled up at him, your hand still in his."Only if I can tell you about black holes while we practice."

“Only if I can tell you you’re cute while you do it,” he shot back.And under the fading light in the gym, stars and basketballs spun in harmony.

Aomine Daiki

Aomine Daiki had never been one for rules, schedules, or emotional depth. He liked basketball, naps, and vending machines and his ever loved explicit magazines. Simple stuff. So when he started showing up early to the vorpal swords practice with a clean uniform, smiling, and even offering to help Kuroko rebound, everyone knew something was up. Very up.

“Who is she?” Kagami asked, squinting like he was trying to solve a strange math problem. “Some genius girl from Class 2-B,” Kise whispered. “I heard she’s top of the year. Super quiet. Real sweet. Super stlylish glasses. The whole academic weapon thing.”

“Wait,” Midorima interjected. “That girl? The one who once corrected the physics teacher once? No way she and Aomine even know eachother....if shes a jaguar...hes a....snail”

“Yep. Exactly that girl,” Kise confirmed. “Apparently she’s been tutoring Aomine.”

“Oh god,” Kagami muttered. “She’s his weakness.”

— - - -

Aomine couldn’t explain it. Not to himself, not to his teammates, not even to the vending machine he stared at with mild confusion one day, his heart fluttering in ways that had nothing to do with strawberry milk. You stood beside him, pointing out the best drink based on his post-practice sugar crash. “I-I think the peach vitamin drink might help… since you burned so many calories today…”, you said sweetly. He looked down at you. Your voice was always soft. Careful. You never pushed. You never stared at him like he was just some arrogant jock. You talked to him like he was smart, like he could be smart. You even helped him pass his last history test—and he didn’t even fall asleep once during tutoring.

“…Why are you so nice to me?” he asked suddenly. You blinked up at him, confused. “B-Because… you’re nice, too?”. He laughed—actually laughed. “No one’s ever said that to me.”

“But you are,” you said, fiddling with the hem of your sweater. “You always walk me to class, and you helped that first-year carry her books last week, even though you said you didn’t want anyone to see.”

He flushed. “Y-You saw that?” You nodded shyly. “You’re very loyal, protective and you are always doing small things when you think no one notices… But I do.”

Aomine didn’t know what to do with the feeling spreading through his chest. Warm and tingly and weird. He wanted to call it something stupid like cute disease or sweetness poisoning, but all he knew was that every time you smiled at him, something in him softened.

And that terrified him. But it also made him want to hold your hand in the middle of the hallway and not care who saw. “y/n,” he mumbled, voice low. “You’re killing me, y’know that?”

You tilted your head. “I—I’m sorry—”, a apologetic tone clung to your voice. “No! I mean… in a good way. Like… I dunno what you’re doing to me, but it’s working. I wanna be better. For you.”, he explained. You blinked, heart pounding. “D-Daiki…”

Before you could respond, he took your hand and laced his fingers with yours, eyes flicking away in embarrassment.

“Just… don’t let go, okay? Ever. You’re the only one who makes me feel like… like I’m not a mess.”

You smiled, squeezing his hand, “You’re not a mess, Daiki. You’re just… a little unorganized. And incredibly lovable.”

He groaned. “Stop being cute. It’s dangerous.” You giggled. “Then stop looking at me like that.”

The next day, Aomine showed up to practice even earlier. With extra sports drinks. One labeled "For Tetsu." Another with a sticker that said "Good luck today!" in handwriting that definitely wasn’t his. And when the team saw you drop off a bento at lunch—complete with heart-shaped onigiri—and Aomine smile like an idiot while holding it like treasure, no one said a word. Except Kise, who whispered, “Bro, he’s gone. He’s so gone.”

And Aomine? He didn’t care. Not one bit. Because for once, he felt like the only one who could beat him, was you.

Kise Ryouta

Kise Ryouta was used to attention. Cameras, fans, compliments—he soaked it all in with a smile and a wink. But none of that ever made his heart race. Not like you did. You, with your oversized sweater, always tucked behind a book. You, who blushed if someone so much as looked your way. You, who tutored him in math with the patience of a saint and the voice of a lullaby. And you, who somehow didn’t care that he was famous.

That made you dangerous.

“____cchi~,” he hummed, sliding into the library seat beside you, ignoring the “Quiet Please” sign as he leaned closer. “What are we learning today? Algebra? Geometry? Or just... how cute you are?”

Your face immediately flushed, and you pulled your notes up to hide behind them. “Ryouta… y-you said you’d focus today.”, you aid with a serious face. He grinned. “I am focusing. On you.” You peeked over the edge of your paper, voice soft but steady. “I mean… on studying.”

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled, lifting his hands in surrender. “But can you blame me? You get all serious and focused and your glasses slide down your nose just a little—ugh, it’s so cute I could die.” You looked away, flustered. “You’re ridiculous…”

“And you’re amazing,” he said, a little more seriously this time. “You’re like… a genius. How are you not famous yet?”. You mumbled something he couldn’t quite hear. “What was that?” he asked, leaning in again. “I… I don’t want to be famous. I just want to help people,” you whispered. “Like helping you with math. Even if it’s just small stuff.”

Kise stared for a moment, caught off guard. No one ever said things like that to him. No expectations, no praise-hunting. Just quiet kindness. Genuine warmth. You. Suddenly, he didn’t want to flirt. He wanted to hold your hand and protect that soft heart forever. “Y’know,” he said, softer this time, “when I’m modeling, there are tons of lights. But none of them shine like you do when you’re helping someone.”

Your eyes widened slightly. “…Ryouta.” He leaned closer again, this time serious. “I’m not just saying that to be cheesy. Well, okay, I am, but I mean it too.”

You bit your lip, trying to fight the smile creeping up. “…You’re actually kind of smart when you’re not trying to flirt.”. He gasped, dramatically offended. “Did ____cchi just call me smart?! I’m putting that in my diary.”

“You don’t have a diary,” you giggled.

“I do now.”, you said. Before you could reply, he reached across the table and gently took your hand in his. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, y’know? Even if you never realize how special you are… I do. And I’ll remind you every day if I have to.”

You looked down at your interlocked hands, your heart racing. “Okay… but only if you actually pass the math test next week.”

He beamed. “Deal. And if I pass, you owe me a reward.”

“…Like what?”, you asked. “A kiss,” he said, eyes sparkling. You buried your face in your notebook.

“R-Ryouta!”

But you didn’t let go of his hand.

Kuroko Tetsuya

It started with a thermos bottle. A small, pastel blue one with little cat stickers on it. Kuroko opened it quietly on the bench during a break, revealing homemade cocoa with a note tucked inside. In delicate handwriting: “You did your best today. I’m proud of you. ♡ – y/n”

The entire Seirin team paused. “Wait… Kuroko,” Kagami squinted. “Did your girlfriend seriously pack you cocoa with a handwritten note?!”

“Yes,” Kuroko replied calmly, folding the note like it was sacred. “She’s real?!” Hyuuga exclaimed. “I thought you were joking!”

“Why should I???....She’s very real,” Kuroko said, taking a sip. “What is she, a literal anime character?!” Izuki cried. “Next he’ll tell us she’s super smart, shy, and very good in school.”

“She does,” Kuroko said with a soft smile. With this, the team collectively lost it.

— - - -

You stood outside the gym after practice, nervously clutching a container of homemade cookies, mentally rehearsing your lines: “You worked hard today, Tetsuya.” Simple. Sweet. You could do this. When the gym doors opened, Kuroko stepped out and spotted you instantly—his usual quiet gaze softening.

“You waited for me,” he said. “I—y-yeah,” you stammered. “I brought you something. They’re um… cinnamon with a bit of chai spice. I read cinnamon helps with muscle recovery and—um—you like sweet things so…”

Before you could spiral further, Kuroko gently took your hand. “You always think so much about me,” he said softly. “Thank you.”

From the open gym doors, Seirin peeked around the corner. “OH MY GOD,” Kagami whispered. “He just—he just took her hand like it’s the most natural thing ever!”

“She’s BLUSHING,” Izuki gasped. “This is ILLEGAL. WHERE’S THE WARNING LABEL?!”. Kuroko gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re always so thoughtful y/n. I want to do something for you too.”

“M-Me?” you squeaked. He nodded. “Let me walk you home. It’s the least I can do for someone who bakes recovery cookies.” Inside the gym, the team had collapsed into a collective heap of agony. “This is too much,” Hyuuga groaned, holding his chest. “They’re too soft. I can’t take it.”

“I thought Kuroko was a shadow,” Kagami muttered. “But he’s a fuc*** sun now. Sun.”

—

As Kuroko walked with you under the evening sky, holding the cookie tin in one hand and your shy, trembling hand in the other, he looked at you and said, completely earnestly:

“You make everything brighter, y/n. Even basketball feels warmer.”

You nearly tripped on your own feet. Back at the gym, Koganei lay on the floor and whispered, “They’ve weaponized sweetness. We’re doomed.”

Midorima Shintaro

Midorima Shintarō had a schedule. A perfectly organized, color-coded, minute-by-minute schedule. It included basketball, study blocks, horoscope analysis, and—most recently—a new recurring entry: “2:45–3:00: Accidental run-in with ____-san by the vending machines.”

Not that he’d ever admit that. You, his shy, brilliant classmate, were the only person alive who could rival his grades and yet somehow still struggle with opening your own locker or dropping your calculator mid-sentence. But you had the kindest smile. And when you offered to share your color-coded flashcards for the physics exam, Midorima felt his logic center short-circuit.

“Th-That’s… acceptable,” he mumbled when you offered to compare notes. From a short distance away, Takao watched the interaction with the giddy delight of someone watching a slow-burn rom-com unfold in real life. “Oh my god,” he whispered, ducking behind a bush. “He’s BLUSHING. That’s not just normal Midorima red—it’s full romantic crimson.” Back in the gym, Takao gathered the Seirin and GOM group chat (yes, they all shared one, for better or worse).

TAKAO (to group): Midorima’s in love. Send help. Or popcorn.

AOMINE: Tch. No way.

KISE: OMG WHO IS SHE??? IS SHE CUTE?! 💛

MURASAKIBARA: If she’s not sweet, i’m not interested.

AKASHI: Should we...prepare a celebration?

KUROKO: I believe they are very compatible. I’ve seen them walk together after class.

KAGAMI: Wait, he’s dating someone before me?! What the hell! @KurokoShadow you DID????

MIDORIMA: Delete this chat. Immediately.

— - - -

And so it began: a campus-wide obsession. You and Midorima, the two top students, were often seen studying together under a tree. To others, it looked like a peaceful academic retreat. But to the GOM and the Seirin team, it looked like something out of a shoujo manga. “Look at the way she hands him her pencil like it’s a sacred relic,” Kise whispered, starry-eyed. “Look at the way he adjusts her reading glasses when they slip down,” Kuroko added. “I feel like I’m watching a National Geographic documentary about two shy deer in love,” Takao said, dropping by.

— - - -

One fateful day, you nervously handed Midorima a handmade bento.

“I-It’s not much! Just a thank-you for the tutoring. And maybe also because I… really like spending time with you…”, he stammed. The GOM and Seirin, hiding behind the bushes (again), collectively gasped like it was the final scene of a romance drama. “…Does this constitute a confession?” Midorima asked carefully. “Only if you want it to!” you squeaked. “Then I do.”, he sadi. Back to the bush: “OH MY GOD,” screamed Kise. Aomine dropped his drink. “THE NERD CONFESSED?!”

“I think… I think I’m crying,” Takao sniffed. Even Murasakibara smiled a little. “They’re cute. She’s like squishy marshmallows. I like her.”. Akashi smirked. “I expect wedding invitations in a few years.”

— - - -

From that moment, the two of you became something of a campus legend. Studying in the library together like a couple out of a light novel. Walking home side by side, shoulder to shoulder, with Midorima subtly adjusting your bag so it didn’t hurt your shoulder. You brought him tea before exams. He made sure you had your umbrella when it rained. Power couple. Supreme scholars. Two shy souls completely and blissfully oblivious to how disgustingly adorable they were.

“Honestly,” Aomine said, watching you two trade textbooks like love letters, “this is worse than watching Kise on Valentine’s Day.”

“They’re gonna take over the world,” Kagami muttered. “With cuteness and calculus.”. “I ship it,” Takao declared, hands on his hips. “Hard.”

Midorima sneezed somewhere across campus. “…Someone’s talking about me,” he muttered. You passed him a tissue, flustered. “M-Must be because you’re famous now…”. He paused. Looked at you.

“…Not as famous as I am for liking you.”