#aomine

【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.”

“Dai-chan, don’t slouch.”

You close your book at the sound of your roommate's voice and gather your belongings. It’s not that you’re not allowed to be outside of your room when she’s here; it’s that you don’t want to be.

Or rather, you shouldn’t be.

You’re an awful human being and a worse friend, you know, but you can’t seem to get rid of that little crush of yours. That little crush on her boyfriend.

“Yo.” The door opens before you’ve managed to hide away.

Aomine Daiki stares down at you, brows furrowed like he has yet to figure out who you are. 

“I’m on my way,” you apologize, stuffing the last used tissues away before flicking the edge of your blanket over your shoulder, shuffling off. 

You can be pretty unsexy when you want to be, and you’re trying your hardest around him, to say the least.

Midorima ~

You’re walking with Midorima and Takao at the airport. You stop at the doorway of your gate to say your goodbyes. Before you can say anything Takao runs off to a vending machine saying “I’m starving after carting the both of you here”

You and Midorima just glance at each other watching your friend sprint towards the vending machines. Now that you and Midorima are alone you wanted to ask for a goodbye kiss. You knew Midorima gets shy and flustered easily plus he isn’t the type to like pda but you still asked him for a kiss.

“please shin, you know I’m going on that trip and I won’t get to see you all week, just one kiss before I go” you ask as you look up at him with pleading eyes

he rolls his eyes and pushes his glasses up with his index and middle finger. “No, someone may see us” he says

“please, I’ll buy your lucky items for a month” you try reasoning with him

“fine, just one kiss” he says

“yay” you say immediately wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. He places his hands on your hips and leans into the kiss.

You both didn’t notice Takao coming around the corner “look at all the snacks I go- HAHHAHAHA” Takao laughs.

Midorima immediately turns to face the opposite direction of you and takao, you notice the red tint on his cheeks and you giggle to yourself. Takao rushes to text the team about what he just witnessed. You roll your eyes in response and you can hear midorima sigh behind you. He takes hold of your hand and you turn to face him.

“Looks like we got caught” you say giggling. He rolls his eyes and says “you owe me” he leans down and kisses your forehead and bids you goodbye and hands you his lucky item to keep you safe on your trip.

Takao

You nervously bounce your leg on the bench as you watch the game. With 1 minute left in the game, Shutoku is tied with Serin. You're cheering for your boyfriend Takao hoping they win.

You've watched Takao practicing with Midorima and the other team members, knowing how much this game and sport means to them you want to support them in any way you can.

You're wore Takao’s extra jersey because according to Midirima wearing your significant others' sports jersey when they play will bring them luck.

You hear the scorekeeper shout “SHUTAKU WINS AT THE LAST SECOND WITH NUMBER 10 & 6 SHOOTING A BUZZER BEATER” you and the coaches jump up happily cheering for your team.

You watch Takao shake hands with Serin before entering the locker rooms with the coaches. You decide to help the manager clean up the bench area while the boys speak with their coach. You stop in your tracks when you hear Takao shouting your name, you turn around to see him running at you with full speed.

You run and meet him half way and he picks you up by your waist. You wrap your arms around his neck “I thought you were going to run me over” you say while laughing. “You know I wouldn’t do that” he says pulling you in for a kiss setting you back down on the ground.

Midorima clears his throat and pushes his glasses up on his face with his index and middle finger. “You forgot your phone” he tells Takao. “Thanks, Shin you were right, having y/n wear my jersey did bring me good luck” Takao responds. Midorima slightly smirks and says “I’m always right” you roll your eyes watching the duo.

Takao takes your hand and follows Midorima to your group’s favorite restaurant. You come here with them every time Shutoku wins a game. On the walk there you turn to Takao “can’t believe he caught us kissing” you say. “At least it was Shin, my other teammates wouldn’t hesitate to take pictures or run and tell everyone they knew” he responds.

Kagami

Serin just won their practice match against keijo. Your boyfriend told you he will be a while having to talk with his couch so you both decided to just meet at your spot once he’s done.

You make your way to the restaurant. Before you open the doors to the restaurant you get a text that kagami is on his way. You decide to wait outside until he arrives so you can go in together. Kagami tells you he called in orders ahead of time so you both don’t have to wait any longer.

You pick a booth at Kagami’s favorite burger place. He comes here to eat after every practice & game. You wait quietly for your boyfriend to return with his usual order of 40+ burgers. He heads over to you with a huge smile on his face.

“We won against keijo” he says. “You’re already taking on the generation of miracles, and we haven’t been here a whole week” you reply

You passes a few burgers over to you. “Here eat these” he says. You give him a puzzled expression “Tai, i possibly can’t eat this many burgers” you reply.

“Save them, we’ll eat them later” he responds. You nod your head in agreement. “Can I get a kiss for winning the game?” Kagami asks. “Fine, but you have to share your fries” you reply. “Deal” he agrees. You both lean into kiss each other. You both stop when you hear the sound of someone drinking from a straw. You look up to see Kuroko sitting across from you both.

“HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN THERE.” you and Kagami ask Kuroko. “I’ve been here the whole time, don’t ask me for a kiss cause we won the game” Kuroko replies. “Wasn’t gonna ask you for a kiss” Kagami responds.

You turn and see Kagami’s blushed expression. You laugh to yourself and hand Kuroko one of the burgers that Kagami gave you. “Let’s eat and talk about the game” you say trying to lighten the mood.

Murasakibara

You head to the locker rooms helping your boyfriend gather all his snacks before meeting up with Himuro. You two have only been walking for two minutes and nearly half of his stash of snacks are gone.

You haven’t even left the locker rooms yet, you’re use to his massive appetite but it still shocks you how quickly he can finish a bag of chips.

“Try this y/n chin” he says while handing you a pastry. “What is it?” you ask. “It’s a free pastry that I got from buying so much snacks, it has frosting inside it’s really good” he replies.

You take the pastry and try it. You eye’s immediately light up with how sweet the pastry is. “Wow, it’s really good thanks” you reply.

You notice Murasakibara doesn’t say anything he just stares down at you. You begin to wonder if you got some of the pastry filling on your face. You ask “Did I get some on my fac-“ before you can finish your question your boyfriend is leaning down kissing you and licking the left over frosting from the side of your mouth.

You’re shocked by the sudden action from him but you kiss him back. “You taste sweet, y/n chin” he says. You laugh and reply “so do you” when you turn to open the locker room door you see Himuro standing there.

Murasakibara doesn’t seem to care that Himuro caught you kissing he only cares if Himuro brought his extra snacks or not. Himuro hands him the snacks and walks out the locker room.

“Do you think he will tell anyone he saw us kissing?” You ask. “Don’t know” he replies while opening another bag of chips. He shares the bag of chips. You shake your head slightly finding it hard to believe you found some who loves chips more than you.

Murasakibara walks you home, you both head inside thinking of taking a nap and eating more snacks.

Aomine

You make your way to the rooftop looking for Aomine. Imayoshi sent you looking for him to make him attend practice. You’re the teams assistant manager, Momoi needed all the help she could get with how many boys she has to keep in check mostly Aomine is the one you both have to keep in check.

Since becoming friends with Momoi you didn’t mind helping her. Helping her did include dealing with Aomine. You’ve come to learn that he’s difficult to work with. You finally approach the rooftop ladder and climb your way to the top. You spot Aomine laying down with his hands behind his head and a magazine covering his face.

“Aomine” you say testing to see if he’s awake. He doesn’t respond so you walk over and take the magazine off his face setting it aside. You say his name again while shaking his shoulders. He doesn’t budge. You can tell he’s ignoring you. He’s gotten use to you being sent to make him come to practice, he decided ignoring you was the best option on days he didn’t want to attend games or practices.

You smirk having an idea on how to get Aomine to stop ignoring you. You pick up his magazine that you set aside early and make your way to the edge of the roof. “If you don’t stop ignoring me and go to practice I’ll drop your favorite magazine off the roof” successfully getting his attention he sits up.

“Fine I’ll go, just bring that back over here” he demands. You walk back over satisfied finally knowing how you can make him listen. He grabs the magazine from you and places it bag in his bag. He laughs and says “you’ll have to do more than that to motivate me to practice” he lays back down closing his eyes.

you groan realizing he just played you to get the magazine back. You sit on your knees beside him attempting to shake him again “please go, imayoshi and Satsuki won’t leave me alone if you don’t go” you plea hoping he’ll feel bad and go. He once again doesn’t say anything or budge. Feeling defeated you lay your head on his chest “fine I give up, just tell me what will motivate you to practice, and it better not involve buying you more magazines” you tell him

“I’ll settle for a kiss” he says “fine, wait what?” You ask. “You heard me” he responds. “Why?” You question him. “Do you want me to attend practice or not?” He responds. “Fine just one kiss, if you trick me again I’ll throw you and your magazine off the roof” you reply. He rolls his eyes at your response. He sits up grabbing your chin pulls you in for a kiss.

you lean into the kiss resting your right hands on his thigh. You feel his rough hands start to slide up your shirt. You break the kiss “Aomine” you say in shock. “You should have seen that coming” he laughs at your shocked expression. “It’s not funny” you respond. “Can I kiss you again?” Aomine asks. You nod your head letting him know you’re ok with kissing him again. Truth be told you’ve had a crush on aomine since you and Momoi became friends before you became the assistant manager. You never acted on your crush but you had a feeling Momoi knew you liked him.

you lean in to kiss Aomine again. He slides his hands back into your shirt resting them on your stomach. He stops kissing you looking into your eyes checking to see if you’re ok with his movements. “Can I go further?” He asks. You tell him yes and pull him into another kiss. He slides his hands up the rest of the way to your breasts. He smiles into the kiss. He takes one hand out of your shirt to pull you onto his lap.

“That’s what’s taking you so long to bring Aomine” imayoshi retorts? You break the kiss with aomine embarrassed you hide your face in chest. “I’ll be at practice in five” Aomine says. imayoshi climbs back down the ladder leaving you alone with Aomine.

“We got caught” you shyly say. “I don’t think they care what we do as long as you get me to come to practice” he responds. You slap him on the shoulder for not caring enough about being caught. He laughs & says “call me Daiki from now on”

Aomine doesn’t think he’s ever been happy since he was a kid.

Playing basketball is the closest he has gotten to being truly happy since then, and all of that has been taken away and changed from happiness to crushing other people’s joy with his strength for spite.

So he doesn’t really know how to be ‘joyful’.

Also, it just seems like a lot of work. All that energy Momoi exerts trying to be cute looks exhausting.

Plus it’s not very manly (or at least the toxic masculinity of the sporting world and high school angst has told him it’s not manly).

When he’s with [Y/N] though it’s different.

He does her little social media dances and stupid stuff just to keep her happy, and not annoy him, but realizes they are actually kind of fun.

He also is genuinely proud of her when she does something good. Aomine is bad at everything except basketball, so it’s nice to be proud of someone for something.

Aomine is actually pretty good at dancing and has actually tried to show her some moves when they dance in the living room or kitchen.

All of this is done in private though. He is not man enough yet to shake off those toxic ideas of joy & what a man should be, but he’s working on it through love and acceptance.