#gom hcs

Hello! May I ask headcanons for Kiseki no Sedai, Kuroko and Kagami? Their reaction to their girl being cool and sexually dancing (something like k-pop girl group cover dance, if you know it) with her dance team at a school festival (or something like that).

ooh, interesting. my mind kinda wandered to red velvet’s be natural. check them out if you have time on your hands. also saw this format floating around on tumblr, thought i would try my hand at it. enjoy!

Akashi took the liberty of visiting you backstage just before you were due to go up. One of your friends alerted you of his presence. A water bottle rested in his hands as he came up. 

“You forgot this,” he says. You smiled at him. “Can’t have you getting dehydrated on the stage can we?” 

Akashi puts his hands on your shoulders. There is a stray strand of hair near your ears. He knows how much you hate any technical distractions whenever you’re performing. It is promptly swept away back behind your ear. 

“Break a leg,” he says, patting your shoulder one last time.

“More like an ankle,” you say, as he goes back.

Himuro has to call Murasakibara over to tell him that you’re already on stage. Murasakibara just wrinkles his nose. “I can get the real thing at home,” he points out. “Why should I have to settle for low-quality (Y/N) when I can have the high-quality later?”

His dark haired friend just chuckles awkwardly. “Don’t you want to support her? She’s your girlfriend, after all?” Murasakibara looks at the maiubo in his hands. Your song plays on the speakers, signaling that you’re already on the stage. He shrugs. 

“I guess.” They’re halfway to the stage when he suddenly stops in his tracks. 

“What’s wrong, Atsushi?” Himuro asks. Murasakibara looks to be deep in thought as he scans the festival area.

“They have those crappy posters and fans with (Y/N) and the other’s names on it right?”  Himuro nods. “Where are they selling them?”

Kise is already ready by the time the first beats have gone by. His phone is in between his fingers, poised and ready to take action. Once you come out on stage, he’s the loudest in the crowd. 

“(Y/N) (L/N)!” he chants. He follows it with the names of your friends as well, not wanting to make anyone feel left out. But he screams your name the loudest. Other people in the audience grumble at his hyper demeanor. Kasamatsu looks on at him, and shakes his head in amusement at his kouhai.

Kise’s vibing to the music, letting the melody control him as he keeps his eyes fixated out you. With every centre part you take, he sings along enthusiastically. His shock of blond hair is hard to miss from the stage, and you take pride in the loving boyfriend you had managed to bag.

“Kill it, babe!” he shouts from the crowd.

Aomine leans on a pillar a bit farther from the rest of the crowd. He still has perfect view of you, without the hassle of having to deal with other people. Aomine takes a bite of the snack in his hands as he watches you. 

Wakamatsu passes by. “(Y/N)’s up there already, Aomine. Aren’t you going to get closer?” Aomine contemplates it for a while. He shakes his head.

“I’m fine here,” he says. Wakamatsu walks away muttering about how bad of a boyfriend he is. Aomine pays him no thought. Sure, he would be a little more laid back when it came to moments like this, but it didn’t mean he loved you any less. He just showed it in different ways. 

A lone skewer of dango rests in his hands, specially reserved for you. You got tired whenever you had long performances like this one. He almost chokes when he sees you pull a move that he certainly had never seen you pull in practice. 

“Might have to ask her to show me that later, huh?” he asks himself.

Kagami only manages to pull his jaw off the ground a minute into your performace. He catches your eye for a little. A small giggle makes is way onto your face at your silly boyfriend. 

He looks at the people around him, cheering and shouting at the lively atmosphere. The melody finds its way into his ears, and he finds his foot tapping unconsciously along with the beat. 

After the initial shock, he even cheers here and there with the other people in the audience. The moment your killing part comes on, his jaw is back on the floor, amazed at how skilled of a girlfriend he has. 

Midorima is waiting for you when you get down. He refuses to meet your eyes, but lets you take his hand as you make your way to the stands. You’re already so used to it by this point, but that’s just how Midorima is. After walking in silence for a few minutes, you decide to pop the question.

“How was I?” you ask. He meets your eyes briefly before pursing his lips. 

“Fine.” Midorima seems to spot something in the distance. “Hold on, that’s my lucky item for tomorrow,” he says. 

“Stay here.” He sets your down on an empty bench as he runs off to get whatever it is he needs. As he turn away, you spot a bright blue fan in the back pocket of his pants. You pay no mind to it. 

But amidst the hustle of the festival, there is not one stand that sells any products or food in that shade of blue. 

“Banners! Support your friends, your sweetheart, your classmates who’re performing!” a vendor shouts. The vendor walks by holding a fan in the same shade of blue as the one in Midorima’s pockets. Decorated on the fan, was your name written in bright yellow letters.

“Aww, Shintarou!”

Kuroko doesn’t mention anything of the performance until when the two of you are walking back home. Lone footsteps echo behind you as the rest of the city goes to sleep.

“You did really well up there,” Kuroko says. You’re caught off guard by his sudden compliment. “I enjoyed seeing you dance.”

“Really?” you ask. Kuroko looks at you and nods. 

The great thing about Kuroko is the fact that he doesn’t say words that don’t need to be said. He only says everything that needs to be said. Sincerity and Kuroko’s words have been long acquainted with one another.

“Yeah. You should do it again sometime.” There’s a hint of excitement in his voice. Even though it was just a simple sentence, this boy could make you feel like the luckiest girl in the world. 

pairing: kise ryota x reader

tw: slight bullying

a/n: calls everyone –cchi but is never called –cchi. kise–cchi we miss u :(

so sometimes when he’s lucky he gets free clothes from his modelling gigs, right?

and if you see one that you like, you bet that it’s going to end up in your closet about a week later.

he’s fine with it. he has too many clothes to deal with, what’s the harm?

speaking of clothes.

even though this boy has enough clothes to fill in a walk-in closet, and models from some of the best fashion designers in japan, this boy does not know how to dress. TT

he once went out wearing socks with sandals, and you just had to haul his ass back from the mall back to his house to choose another pair of shoes besides those god-awful lime socks that would give midorima a run for his money.

he has a tiktok—nope u can’t change my mind. 

drags you into making tiktok dances whether you like it or not.

kise will be dancing so enthusiastically in the front, but the second he turns back and sees that you’re doing the bare minimum, he just gives you a pout until you dance the right way.

has convinced you to throw it back. nuff said.

you stole a huge chunk of your food that he had spent so much time preparing at home, and he threatened to send the video to the entire school.

you guys look out for one another

he stands up for you when people badmouth you about being near him. 

one day he’s just chilling at the cafeteria, talking to you leisurely as you eat. a few tables down, he hears a gaggle of girls whispering his and your names. 

“isn’t that (y/n)? next to kise? wasn’t she with that guy earlier this week? wow, what a slut.”

“hey, (y/n), the science teacher told me to tell you that you needed to take your papers from her later,” he says.

once you’re out fo earshot, he makes his way over to the group of girls. 

some of them are giggling in delight at being noticed by the kise ryota, but none of them have any idea of what’s about to go down.

“i’ll turn every hot guy in this school against you if you ever say that again.” 

and vice versa too

you’d think that kise would have learned something from his years of being played by girls, but this guy...

he comes to you after he has his heart played again. both of you are content with you being his shoulder to cry on while you talk it out. 

you absolutely go to the basketball team after that and tell them, “tell your hot friends to stay away from her.”

he definitely helps you study, because as said by kise himself, his perfect copy works on— everything. 

he’s a fun teacher.

“ok (y/n) if you get a 95 on this practice test here, we’ll go out for ice cream later, my treat.”

but he pokes you when you’re in the middle of writing an essay or something. 

“hey.” poke. “(y/n).” poke. “(y/n).” poke. “earth to (y/n).”

this boy is so irritating when he wants something though.

idk anymore

murasakibara atsushi:

fuckin shameless y’all

like whenever he’s in a secluded room, like in the locker rooms or something after practice

this bitch literally lifts his leg and lets out the lawwwdesst fart known to humankind

it’s like a fuckin trombone horn y’all

but there are always tradeoffs though?

so even though the fart is loud as hell, it... doesn’t stink that much?

unless he has those jellybeans himuro brings back from america

the team lets him change first because they know that he is going to fart. 

aomine daiki:

he has an ounce of humiliation but that’s it

will fart in momoi’s face when she’s pissing him off

so he was up on the rooftop this one time right

and you know that part of the rooftop where you have to climb a ladder to get to?

well he was standing on the rooftop, just having gotten off from the ladders

and the comes momoi here to drag his ass back to practice

she’s climbing the wall

when all of a sudden there’s this popping sound from in front of her face

and she’s face to face with blue trousers

and she just 

falls off the stairs from how damn stinky it is

kise ryota: 

ok so one time he was changing for a game right

he’s pulling on his pants

and he lets it rip 

just fucking rip

and kasamatsu, moriyama are just looking at him 

the whole team is, actually

and kise’s just standing there like a deer in the headlights

and he... just smiles????

like the whole team wants to get mad at him but they don’t because he’s just too fucking cute?

but then kasamatsu comes to his senses and gives kise an ass-whooping

they won that game

midorima shintarou:

silent but deadly type

so one day he was just studying in a chair

and he farts

and the whole classrooms smells it

but they don’t know who actually farted? 

they can just smell it?

and boy, it can knock out a whole room

his lucky item for the day was a bean burrito

and y’all know how beans do be vibing in our small intestines

the stench is coming from the corner of the room

where midorima is sitting

but this mf

omg

he just continues writing like he’s not the one responsible for having almost asphyxated half a classroom

takao is laughing his ass off

akashi seijuro: