#knb fluff

ᴛᴇᴛꜱᴜʏᴀ ᴋᴜʀᴏᴋᴏ

✧⋅ kuroko is not much of a romantic and you’re the first one he’s ever had any feelings for

✧⋅ so he still gets a little (hella) flustered whenever you so much as kiss him

✧⋅ imagine his surprise when you decide to give his ass a little slap… in the middle of thE PRACTICE LMAO

✧⋅ baby was so flustered

✧⋅ beet RED

your club had ended earlier than you expected. so of course you decide to go wait for your boyfriend to finish with his practice. so you can walk home together.

“you played good tetsu,” you say passing a water bottle to him. they were playing a little practice match and you could already see a lot of improvement since last week.

“thank you, (name)-san,” he gave u a small smile. he really considered himself lucky to have met such an amazing girl.

he had never said it to you but your encouraging words, whether you sent it through a text or said it in person, means so much to him.

“okay everyone. last practice set before you all can leave,” riko says blowing her whistle. you see some people groan.

“what!? why’re you giving me that look. are you guys trying to tell (name)-chan that you guys are bunch of wimps!?”

that got them straightened up. they would never want another person, especially their teammate’s girlfriend, to think of them like that.

kuroko looks at you, handing you the water bottle, ready to head back.

“good luck tetsu-kun,” you say in a teasing tone, gently slapping his ass just as he turns around to go join the game.

he pauses just for a second, his brain lagging for a second. he looks around the room to see if anyone had seen it. it looked like nobody saw it (thankfully for him)

you make eye contact with riko, who saw the entire thing (of course she did, she’s really attentive of her players at practice). you both share a silent giggle as the guys resume their last practice match of the day.

ꜱᴇɪᴊūʀō ᴀᴋᴀꜱʜɪ

✧⋅ the emperor was a little weak when it came to relationships

✧⋅ first of all, he would never date someone if he actually didnt like the person cause he would never waste his time and affection on just anybody

✧⋅ speaking of affection, he was very… let’s say innocent

✧⋅ don’t get me wrong, he IS a hormonal teenage boy. but when it comes to actually doing stuff

✧⋅ god help him

you had come over to the akashi manor for a study date with your boyfriend.

there was no study going on.

you didn’t know how it escalated. you were just sitting on his bed doing homework. akashi had suggested to do it on his study table but you wanted to be comfy.

it started small, with you sneaking in kisses every couple minutes. who could blame you, he was sitting soooo close to you and he had such a pretty face too :(

you don’t know how it ended up with you, on his lap, kissing him like you would die if you stopped. your fingers traveling up his arms and tangling in his hair.

as for akashi, boy was flustered (even though he would never admit it). his hands hovering around your waist, he didn’t want to overstep and make you uncomfortable.

you pull away, just enough to look into his eyes. you notice his hands and without thinking you bring them to your waist and place them there.

“you’re adorable, sei,” you give him a kiss on the side of his lips, trailing your kisses down to his jaw and his neck.

small gentle kisses trailing his neck and collarbone.

you feel his shudder as you kiss the area where his neck meet his shoulder. you take it as a sign to land more kisses along the same area.

his grip on your waist tightens just a little bit, but enough to tell you that you had hit the spot.

you decide to stop. as much as you wanted to continue with it, you didn’t want the poor boy to be overwhelmed.

“someone’s all hot and bothered,” you tease him, a sly smile on your face. he says nothing, just pulls you in for another kiss.

ꜱʜɪɴᴛᴀʀō ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪᴍᴀ

✧⋅ if you thought the others were bad, this man is worseee (especially at the beginning of your relationship)

✧⋅ he’s pale asf too, so when he’s blushing, everyone around him would know he’s blushing

✧⋅ his denying doesn’t help at all

✧⋅ poor boy gets constantly teased by his friends and teammates especially takao

it had been a while since you got the chance to hangout with your boyfriend. both of you were quite busy with school and examinations.

and what better way to spend time with your tsundere than to have a movie marathon!!

you were sitting next to each other, your head leaning on his shoulder.

he had to admit it was nice having you as a girlfriend. he enjoyed just being in your presence. you didn’t mock him for his beliefs or anything for that matter.

and although he wasn’t a big fan of physical touch before, he doesn’t mind when you do decide to hug him or lean your head against him (like right now)

it was honestly kind of nice…

(oop, spoke too soon)

the hand that was playing with the hem of his shorts, was now drawing random doodles on his thighs.

you physically feel him stiffen up. turing your head up to him, you smiled innocently, “something wrong, shintaro?”

“n-no. nothings wrong,”

“hmm okay… if you say so,” you go back to doodling on his thigh with your fingers.

you decided to be a little annoying and started pinching his thighs softly (not enough to hurt him).

when he didn’t say anything, you took it as a chance to start scratching the skin of his thighs with your fingernails.

he shivered ever so slightly, making you grin.

“hey sto-“

“you saying something, shin?” you cut him off blinking at him.

oh god, you were gonna be the death of him

ᴅᴀɪᴋɪ ᴀᴏᴍɪɴᴇ

✧⋅ contrary to popular belief- he isn’t that much into pda

✧⋅ yes, he likes when you hold his hand or hook your arms together

✧⋅ and yes, he likes guiding you with his hand on your back

✧⋅ but, that’s pretty much it. maybe a peck here and there especially at the very beginning of your relationship

you and aomine were walking to a nearby convenience store with the whole team. they had decided to get some snacks, they deserved it after a whole day of practice.

you made a bee line to your favorite snack’s aisle. aomine following you like a puppy.

“i love these,” you tell daiki, your mouth already watering at the thought of eating them. “ugh, this is the best thing in the world.”

“damn, not me?” aomine jokes, a playful smile on his face.

“don’t worry daiki, you’re still the best snack,” you say smacking his ass.

did it make a sound? yes

did sakurai walk in just to see his teammates ass get slapped by his innocent looking girlfriend? also yes

did aomine chase sakurai around the store and threatened him to keep his mouth shut? also yes

was he blushing while threatening the poor dude? also yes

ʀʏōᴛᴀ ᴋɪꜱᴇ

✧⋅ where do i even begin

✧⋅ this man absolutely adoresssss his girlfriend (even her weirdness)

✧⋅ over time he has so gotten used to her presence and her antics

✧⋅ nothing she does surprises him anymore

✧⋅ unless it was something she’s never done before

“good morning, love,” he says as you slowly wake up.

you both had went to his place after school. and what better way to spend the rest of the afternoon than taking a nap in your loving boyfriend’s arm.

“mhm,” you mumbled closing your eyes again. feeling his chest rising beneath you was lowkey therapeutic.

“aw (name)cchi, are you still sleepy?” he smiled softly. you looked so fucking cute sleeping on him like that.

kise would agree, without hesitation, that having you in his arms like that was a way better feeling than winning any match or championship.

he accidentally dragged his fingernails against your waist, making you squirm slightly.

oops, maybe he found your ticklish spot.

he does it again, this time on purpose. you tell him to stop, while pretending his tickling(?) wasn’t working on you.

“ryota, stop,” you say, trying to appear annoyed. he took it as a motivation to actually tickle you now.

this man is an athlete. there’s no way you would be able to escape him. so you did what you could as a last resort of sorts.

you pinched his nipple.

did you actually do it? yes. and he screamed like a girl, covering his chest with his hand.

hey, at least it stopped the tickling.

you soon fell bad when you see his face. that looked like it hurt.

“aw ryo,” you say softly, “i’m sorry.” you put your hand on his chest.

kise knew something was up when he saw your face go from that slight apologetic look to something more… mischievous?

“hehe tiddie,” you say grabbing a handful of his chest (or as you called it, his tiddie)

just when this man thought you couldn’t get any weirder

smh

ᴀᴛꜱᴜꜱʜɪ ᴍᴜʀᴀꜱᴀᴋɪʙᴀʀᴀ

✧⋅ the most innocent baby in the world

✧⋅ and sometimes, you use that against him.

✧⋅ he never thought he would be with anyone much less a goddess like yourself

✧⋅ he can be very shy at times (don’t tell anybody please)

“(name)-chin are you tired?” he asks, throwing you a lazy glance. you were walking home from school, when murasakibara popped the question.

of course you were tired. it had been a hectic day at school and on top of that you had two (yes TWO) clubs back to back.

“no, i’m fine,” you lie. just like you had a tough day, you know atsushi did too. with 8 hours of school, then practice on top of that.

you were too lost in your own thoughts to notice the gentle giant crouch in front of you. his back facing you.

“come on, (name)-chin,” he said softly, “hop on.”

you paused for a second. then sighed softly and did as he told. you truly had the best boyfriend in the whole world.

“thanks, sushi,” you said, giving the side of his head a gentle peck.

"you can rest, (name)-chin. i'll get you to your house safely." with that you closed your eyes, drifting to a much needed sleep.

"(name)-chin, we're here. wake up," atsushi raised his shoulder to wake you up. you lift your head from his shoulder, blinking.

"already?" you whine, "my hands are so comfortable here" you say as you squeeze his tits.

atsushi realizes that your hands, that went around his shoulders for support just so happen to be resting conveniently against his chest.

"they're there on purpose?" he asks, a little surprised.

"yeah. what do you think, atsu?" you chuckle, kissing him on the cheek and jumping off of his back.

"i'll see you tomorrow," you wave, rushing into your house.

he just stood there for 10 seconds straight before turning around and walking to his house.

he hoped his hair covered the the tips of his, now, red ears.

“But-” Satsuki’s looking for the right words. “Wait, wait… what about the others then? I bet he’s better at hugging as the rest. Right?”

“He’s better than Midorima,” you agree, your brows relaxing. “He’s way too stiff.”

“When did you hug Midorima?” Daiki asks, turning. His left foot knocks against yours, throwing you off your spot in the page yet again. With a huff, you close your book. It’s no use, it seems.

“A few months ago,” you recall. “Appartenly Oha Asa called for it.”

“Bullshit,” Daiki spits out, sitting up straighter. “I bet he just wanted to know how it feels like and he’s too afraid of Satsuki to ask her.”

“Maybe.” You shrug. “But I give him a three out of ten.”

“See,” Satsuki nods. “Tetsu-kun’s hugs are better than-”

“Sorry,” you interrupt her again, your whole focus on her now. “But don’t forget about Kise. And Murasakibara. Or Akashi.”

Daiki’s glaring holes into your head as Satsuki’s face falls.

“Don’t tell me,” she starts, cutting herself off as you nod.

“Kise gets a seven out of ten. He’s too eager and too careless at the same time. He hit my chin with his shoulder. I almost lost a tooth to it.”

“And Mursakibara?”

“Eight.” You nod solemnly. “I would have bumped it up if not for the fact that he left crumbs in my hair. He’s really warm. And tall.”

Daiki’s turned rigid. Satsuki must have noticed, but she keeps on asking.

“And Akashi?”

“It’s Akashi,” you tell her simply. “He’s perfect.”

“A ten?” Daiki asks, his voice doing something weird. 

“Oh, no. He’s a nine.” You shake your head, biting your tongue. “I am into taller guys, you know.”

Satsuki huffs and leans back, missing the way Daiki’s eyes widen. But you don’t miss it. You’ve been looking for it.

His shoe knocks against yours. You knock back.

“Doesn’t matter,” Satsuki declares, oblivious to what’s going on around her. “Tetsu-kun’s the best hugger to me.”

“You should tell him that,” you offer and she nods, getting up.

“You’re totally right. I’m going to tell him right now.”

Maybe you should have pointed out that she still needed to pay her drink, but you don’t really mind her leaving early. After all, a warm hand has grabbed yours under the table, rubbing anxious circles into your skin.

Daiki’s not saying it. So you don’t mention it either.

-

Eventually he pays, pulls you up by your hand and stuffs your book into his bag, knowing full well your purse can’t contain the monstrosity of a book you’ve decided to read this week.

You’re halfway down the road when he speaks up again.

“So…”

“So?”

“What’s my rating?”

“Do I really have to tell you that?” You ask, “Mr. No one can beat me but me?”

“Heh,” he grins, his confidence shining through. “Don’t tell me I’m a ten out of ten.”

“I don’t think I could possibly rate you,” you admit. “I’m pretty biased, after all.”

Daiki pouts. “Come on. You can’t just rate everyone and not me. Also, how did you get to hug so many of us?”

“I just asked. Most people don’t mind a hug.”

“You… You asked? You asked Akashi if you could hug him?”

“Well, Akashi was a little different. I told him I was in love with you. He hugged me as a kind of consolation. I think he wanted me to do better.”

Daiki’s face is frozen in a mix of bewilderment and indignation as you laugh.

“What do you mean, do better? How could you do better than me?”

You snort. “Oh, Daiki, you’re so full of yourself.”

“Deserved.”

“You lost to Tetsu! Again. And Kagami, cause, you know, they’re both on the same team.”

“No way in hell is Kagami better for you than I am! Does he even read?”

You swing your joined hands up and kiss the back of his, reveling in the way his eyes widen. Even though he doesn’t blush, the signs are always there, you just have to look for them.

“Easy there, tiger. I already love you.”

“You better.” He grumbles, before looking both ways and pulling you down a beaten path into a park, past swingsets, and a Basketball court.

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere private,” he tells you over his shoulder, turning left and stopping just short of a group of trees, falling into a slower walk.

“Are you going to murder me now?” You joke. “For hugging Akashi?”

“I should, shouldn’t I? Hugging him before you hugged me.”

“You could have hugged me whenever,” you tell him, “All you needed to do was ask.”

“What? Like, can I hug you?”

“Sure,” you step closer and wrap your arms around him.

For a second, he’s tense, as if you caught him by surprise.

But then, just like always, he softens.

For someone so tall and so full of raw power, Daiki can melt into your embrace in seconds, sinking into your hold while keeping you safe at the same time.

If you would have to describe it, you wouldn’t have words. 

He’s incredibly warm, his heat present even through the jacket he’s wearing. 

His head sinks against your shoulder, his nose sniffing at your neck.

“What are you doing?” You giggle, curling your fingertips into his shoulders. 

“You smell really good,” he drawls out, as if he’s not the one who buys expensive Cologne, who’s probably the best smelling out of all his friends - well, except Akashi maybe, but his Cologne isn’t really your type.

“Next time, when Satsuki asks,” he points out, voice low and gravely, “tell her I’m the best hugger.”

“She won’t believe me.”

“Don’t care.” His lips brush against your skin and you shiver. “I need to hear you say it.”

“You’re so cocky.”

He pulls on a strand of your hair, swaying you from left to right.

You’re not getting out of here anytime soon.

Not that you’re complaining.

-

“Ah, come here.” Kagami leans down for a hug, pulling you in before you have time to complain. He’s tall and broad, but just like Kise, he doesn’t account for the difference in size, knocking your head back with his shoulder.

“Ouch,” you say, sensing Daiki’s laughter before you hear it.

* You were really ticked off at him.

* You knew he was fully aware of his mistake, so why was he pretending he didn’t have a clue?

* His attempt to play innocent just made you even angrier. He was clearly in the wrong.. he had to have been aware of that.

* And to think he had the audacity, the nerve to lounge on the couch with that sour expression, eyebrows knitted together, staring off like he was the one suffering? Ha!

* It just made you chop the vegetables you were going to cook even harder with the knife.

* It was pathetic. You could only think to laugh mockingly at the scene.

* …Seriously. was this his way of trying to gaslight you?

* As if that was going to work.

* You were way above that.

* You knew better than that.

* That was until you heard the creaking of floorboards and soft footsteps behind you.

* It was funny how he could seem so small despite his size…

* But still you totally played it cool and ignored him.

* Until you felt the soft embrace of arms wrapping around your waist, his chin sat in the crest between your neck and shoulder, and slow breathes tickling your ear each time his chest would rise and fall.

* For a brief moment, you felt a wave of tension wash over you, but you quickly shook it off, determined to seem unfazed.

* You were meant to be upset with him.

* …Yet, the way he held you so tenderly, as if you were his most treasured possession, made you want to both punch and kiss that infuriating face of his.

* You feel him sigh deeply his nose brushing against your shoulder before pressing light kisses to the skin.

* Was he trying to seduce you?

* Didn’t he realize how angry you were? You were practically seething!.. right? At least you think you were.

* once again though, you found yourself tensing when he whispered something that could make any woman weak in the knees..

* “..I’m sorry baby..”

* Lord have mercy.

* You turned to face him, finally getting a clear view of his face, causing him to pull his hands away from your waist and shove them into his sweatpants pockets.

* You couldn’t help but gulp a little at the adorable, puppy-like look he had; it really suited his handsome features…

* But you had to keep your cool.

* So, you crossed your arms and rolled your eyes before asking…

* “Sorry for what exactly?…”

* You wanted to hear him say it.

* Otherwise what was the purpose of even apologising?

* He only looked at you with a small pout on his face before placing both his hands gently on your cheek, a new sense of determination shining in his eyes even with his now flustered face.

* “What are you-..”

* He unexpectedly cut you off, catching you by surprise as his lips met yours

* You didn’t know how to react at first, but it was clear that the kiss was short because once he pulled back, the significance of the moment hit you.

* He gently brushed your lips, keeping his eyes locked on yours, a dusty pink scattered on his cheeks, before he spoke again.

* “..Everything..? I dunno…please just forgive me…”

* At this stage, did it even matter?

* If you were going to be honest with yourself, you had already moved on…

* Yet, watching him be all sweet and eager for your forgiveness? …It totally tugged at your heartstrings.

* A small grin appeared on your face before you leaned in for another kiss, the warmth of the moment enveloping you like a soft blanket.

* You pulled back slightly, your eyes locking with his, searching for the same warmth reflected in his gaze.

* “If I’m being honest...I’m not really mad at you anymore.”

* The corners of his mouth curled into a smile, mirroring your own, as you felt another flutter in your chest before he wrapped his arms around you, inhaling your fragrance, pulling you into another embrace.

* He felt a wave of relief knowing you had forgiven him..

* Still, one thought kept nagging at him.

* “Hey..babe?”

* “Mm?”

* “So…why were you really angry to begin with?”

* “You mean you really don’t know?”

* You lean back a bit from the hug a small pout on your face, your hands resting on his chest while his arms stayed snug around your waist.

* “You ate the remaining takeout I was saving for myself..”

* “..seriously.”

Characters I had in mind while writing this:

REIGEN (mob psycho 100)

Saitama (one punch man)

Josuke (JOJO’S bizarre adventure)

Kagami, KISE (kuroko’s basketball)

AREN (the disastrous life of saiki k)

HINATA, BOKUTO, Kageyama, OIKAWA, Ukai, Dachi, Atsumu, Lev (haikyuu)

YUJI, choso (jujustu kaisen)

REINER, Eren, Jean (Attack on titan)

LEORIO (hunterXhunter)

• a pink shade covers your face as you realize that you just shamelessly talked to him.

• "i'm sorry!!!"

• it was casual at first. you sit beside him on physics and he started going to class diligently just to see you.

• you didn't even know he was missing classes!

• he wouldn't listen, though. he'd just glance at you and your notes and you assume that he must be looking at you because he would like to copy your notes for later.

• after class, he's shocked to see you give your notebook to him. "i thought you'd want it... you were looking at my notes earlier..."

• he chuckles and just accepts, pats you on the head while he's at it.

• hanamiya doesn't even need your notes. he gets the top scores without studying but he'll accept the notebook because it's yours. it came from your bag and contains your handwriting.

• also, he tried reading your notes and he just can't study it like that. you even spelled some of your words wrong!!

• he becomes friendly to you while keeping his "bad boy" persona but a couple (more like all) of the students notice how his gaze and tone softens if it's directed at you.

• one day, you're surprised to hear him ask as he returns your notebook.

• "wanna watch me play?"

• you blink like an owl at him, your pretty eyes batting your pretty eyelashes without even noticing.

• "we have a game at like 5 pm. you wanna come with and watch?"

• "i—is it okay?"

• he snickers. "why wouldn't it be okay?" he pats your head. "dummy."

• makoto grabs your bag without further notice and walks ahead. "come on, let's go. i'll treat you to a burger or something after."

• your heart is pounding. this is the first time you've been invited to something!!

• you've always been quite shy and found it difficult to approach others which in turn, others make it difficult to approach you as well.

• but now you're really happy that hanamiya has invited you!!

• until it all went wrong.

• "the hell you ganging up on her for?"

• he's scary. hanamiya makoto is scary.

• you've never seen him like this. sure, you heard some rumors but he's always been kind to you so you never believed it.

• he's so close to throwing that guy down the stairs.

• "h–hanamiya, it's okay..."

• you try your best to smoothen down the situation but he's just not having it.

• the way his huge hand grips the guy's collar is terrifying by itself.

• makoto takes a look at you and honestly, you looked like you were about to cry so he let that guy go.

• he'll remember his face though.

• he sighs, letting out the last (or is it?) of his frustration.

• makoto grabs your bag from your shoulder and puts it on his.

• "so, how about that burger i offered?"

"hah?! satsuki, don't ya think ya saw wrong?" aomine blabbers as he picks up his gym bag.

"i'm serious, dai-chan! i saw it with my own eyes!" momoi fights back.

"what's going on?" imayoshi asks, popping in the locker room. "you two hurry up. we gotta get back before it's dark."

"satsuki said he saw that bastard with a girl."

"bastard?"

"imayoshi-kun, you're familiar with hanamiya-kun right?"

"i am."

"i saw him with a cute girl when he was heading outside! he was even carrying her bag!"

"huh?" imayoshi fakes a gag, being unable to picture hanamiya with a girl. "oh."

"what's up?"

"but i do remember... back in middle school hanamiya said he's into stupid girls."

you take a bite of the burger you took from the tray. hanamiya looks at you with his arm on the table and a palm below his cheek.

"you know that's my order, right?"

"what?!"