Lee !

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The first thing you notice about Rakuzan’s student council room is how quiet it is.

Not normal quiet. The sharp kind of quiet.

The kind where every page turn sounds too loud.

You sit stiffly at the end of the long table, trying not to fidget under the weight of several upperclassmen glancing your way every few minutes. The room smells faintly like ink and tea, late afternoon sunlight spilling across polished floors.

And at the very center of it all sits Akashi Seijuro.

Calm. Composed. Perfect.

It was a little terrifying.

“Your handwriting is neat.”

Your head snaps up so quickly you nearly drop your pen.

Akashi looks at the papers in front of you before meeting your eyes calmly.

“I can read your reports easily,” he continues. “That’s helpful.”

“…Oh.” Heat crawls into your face immediately. “Thank you.”

You lower your gaze too fast afterward, pretending to focus on organizing papers.

Unfortunately, that only makes you miss the way Akashi pauses slightly.

Like he’s realized something.

—

You hadn’t meant to join the student council. Really, you hadn’t.

One moment you were just trying to survive transferring schools halfway through the year, and the next several teachers were praising your grades, recommending you for leadership positions, and suddenly you found yourself sitting beside Rakuzan’s infamous student council president twice a week.

Which would’ve been manageable if Akashi wasn’t so intimidating.

Everyone in the room seemed to revolve around him naturally. He never raised his voice. Never needed to. One glance from him was enough to silence arguments instantly.

You tried very hard not to mess anything up around him.

Apparently, Akashi noticed that.

Because after the third time you apologized during a single meeting, he finally looked up from his paperwork.

“You apologize frequently.”

Your shoulders stiffen immediately. “S-Sorry.”

A pause.

Then—“…You just did it again.”

The room goes silent.

You feel your soul briefly leave your body.

But when you carefully look back up, expecting criticism, Akashi only looks…thoughtful.

Not irritated—just quietly observant.

“I didn’t mean it negatively,” he says after a moment, voice softer now. “You don’t need to be so tense around me.”

The worst part is that he says it so calmly that it somehow makes you more nervous.

“I’m not tense,” you lie horribly.

“You’re gripping your pen hard enough to break it.”

You immediately loosen your grip in embarrassment.

A few students nearby try quite hard not to laugh.

Akashi notices your expression instantly.

“Enough,” he says mildly without even looking at them.

The laughter dies immediately.

And somehow that makes your chest feel strangely warm.

—

After that, things begin changing in ways so subtle you almost convince yourself you imagined them.

Akashi starts giving you easier tasks first before gradually handing you more difficult responsibilities, like he’s carefully building your confidence.

During meetings, if discussions become too chaotic, he redirects the conversation toward you more gently.

“What do you think?”

At first, the attention nearly kills you.

But eventually…you start answering.

And Akashi listens to every word attentively.

Not politely—genuinely.

It becomes strangely easy to talk when he looks at you like that.

One evening, after a particularly long meeting, you remain behind organizing stacks of documents while the others leave.

You don’t notice Akashi still sitting across the room until he speaks.

“You missed several sections.”

You nearly jump out of your skin.

“I’m so sorry—”

“You’re apologizing again.”

“…Right.”

You stare miserably at the papers in your hands.

A quiet silence settles afterward.

Then, unexpectedly, Akashi stands from his chair and walks toward you.

You tense instinctively before you can stop yourself.

He notices. Because of course he notices.

For a brief second, something unreadable flickers across his expression.

Then he stops walking — deliberately leaving space between you.

Not too far—just enough.

“You don’t need to look so frightened around me,” he says quietly.

His voice isn’t cold.

If anything, it sounds almost…careful.

Your embarrassment worsens instantly.

“I’m not scared of you,” you mumble weakly.

Akashi raises an eyebrow at your words.

“…Only a little,” you admit.

To your horror, the corner of his mouth lifts slightly.

Not mocking. Amused.

“I see.”

The room falls quiet again.

Then, after a moment, Akashi reaches toward the papers in your hands.

This time, when his fingers brush yours briefly, you didn’t flinch for once.

And Akashi notices that too.

request: how KnB characters would act when they’re jealous | request by: @cleverlykineticminotaur

pairing: GoM + Kagami x Female reader

warnings: none, all fluff, hehe. but obviously there will be a lot of possessive acts here and there but nothing crazy! 

note: in this AU all the characters are “just friends” with the reader because i love bestfriends to lovers🤧🩵

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Kuroko Tetsuya

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It was an unusually pleasant day outside, the kind where the sunlight felt warm rather than overwhelming and the breeze carried just enough coolness to make everything feel comfortable. Because of that, you had spontaneously decided that you and Kuroko should spend the day together.

After all, the two of you were close friends, yet somehow, between school and basketball, you hadn’t properly hung out in quite a while.

And honestly?

You missed him.

The two of you casually walked side by side through the streets, though unsurprisingly, you were the one doing most of the talking while Kuroko quietly listened beside you with his usual calm expression.

“And then he said—”

Your sentence was abruptly interrupted the moment you accidentally collided with someone much taller than yourself, a soft “oof!” escaping your lips from the impact.

Before you could stumble backward, however, a hand quickly reached out and steadied you.

“Hey, you alright?”

You froze.

That voice was unmistakably masculine…

And painfully familiar.

Slowly lifting your head, your eyes widened almost instantly upon recognizing the person standing before you.

Someone you hadn’t seen in years.

Someone you’d known since childhood.

“Oh my God!”

The surprise in your voice was impossible to miss as your face immediately lit up with excitement. Without even thinking, you practically launched yourself at him, throwing your arms around his neck in an enthusiastic hug.

“Where have you been all these years?!”

The man laughed warmly before wrapping his arms around you in return, clearly just as surprised to see you.

To anyone passing by, the two of you genuinely looked like a reunited couple.

Meanwhile, only a short distance away, Kuroko stood silently where he was.

Waiting patiently.

As always.

Naturally, the man you’d bumped into hadn’t even noticed Kuroko’s presence. Most people didn’t. So instead, Kuroko simply remained there, quietly watching the interaction unfold before him with his usual unreadable expression.

At least…that was how he appeared outwardly.

Because internally—something unpleasant had begun festering within him.

A sharp, uncomfortable irritation slowly twisted in his chest each time his gaze drifted toward the two of you. The way you laughed so openly around him. The way you clung to him so naturally. The way your entire demeanor brightened in his presence.

It bothered him far more than it should have.

Kuroko had known you for a relatively short amount of time compared to that man.

And for the first time in a long while, Kuroko found himself genuinely wishing he had met you sooner.

He hated watching someone else stand so comfortably beside you.

Hated seeing someone else make you smile like that.

Hated how naturally touchy the two of you seemed together.

The irritation building within him became so unfamiliar, so unusually intense, that Kuroko found himself quietly clicking his tongue under his breath.

Kuroko Tetsuya never clicked his tongue at people.

Eventually, after finishing your conversation, you finally parted ways with your old friend before returning to Kuroko’s side.

Almost immediately, you noticed something seemed…off.

“Tetsu, you okay?”

“Yeah,” Kuroko replied flatly. “Let’s go.”

And with that, he simply began walking ahead without even waiting for you to catch up beside him.

You blinked in confusion before quickly following after him, a slight frown forming on your face.

Something was clearly bothering him.

The problem was…you genuinely had no idea what you did wrong.

Eventually, the two of you ended up at a nearby restaurant. You ordered a small meal while Kuroko, unsurprisingly, ordered a milkshake.

The atmosphere between you felt strangely tense.

Quiet.

Almost awkward.

You occasionally tried glancing at him throughout the meal, but Kuroko remained characteristically unreadable as he calmly sipped from his straw.

Then suddenly—

“That guy from earlier,” Kuroko spoke up at last, effortlessly breaking the silence between you. “Were you romantically involved with him before?”

His tone remained completely monotone and blunt as usual.

However, having known Kuroko for this long, you could immediately tell something beneath his calm exterior was irritated.

You blinked in surprise at the sudden question before quickly shaking your head.

“Nope,” you answered honestly. “He’s just an old friend. Why?”

Kuroko slowly lifted his gaze from his milkshake, his pale blue eyes locking directly onto yours.

For a brief moment, neither of you spoke.

Then—

“I’m glad,” Kuroko replied calmly. “Because I can already tell he’s not good for you.”

Your eyes widened slightly.

“You deserve someone better,” he continued nonchalantly before taking another sip of his milkshake.

“…Like me.”

The words were delivered so casually—so absurdly matter-of-fact—that your brain genuinely stopped functioning for a moment.

You nearly choked on your food.

“Tetsu—what?!”

Meanwhile, Kuroko merely continued drinking his milkshake as if he hadn’t just altered the trajectory of your entire emotional state within the span of five seconds.

“…Nothing,” he answered smoothly.

———

Kagami Taiga

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Kagami had invited you to watch Seirin’s match against Yōsen, insisting that you absolutely had to come see it in person. And somehow, by the end of the game, the invitation had unexpectedly led to you meeting someone Kagami considered family—Himuro Tatsuya.

The moment you met Himuro, you found yourself instantly drawn toward his calm and composed demeanor. He carried himself with a level of effortless maturity that made speaking to him feel strangely easy, and before long, the two of you had already slipped into comfortable conversation as though you’d known each other for far longer than just a few minutes.

And honestly, you got along with him alarmingly well.

Kagami noticed that immediately.

At first, he tried convincing himself that he was happy about it. After all, Himuro was important to him, and you were important to him too. The fact that the two of you connected so naturally should’ve made him happy.

But instead—a bitter feeling quietly settled inside his chest.

And Kagami hated it.

The feeling only worsened over time.

Whenever the two of you hung out together afterward, Himuro’s name somehow always found its way into the conversation.

“Tatsuya said this.”

“Tatsuya recommended that.”

“Oh, Tatsuya told me about that already!”

Every casual mention of Himuro made something unpleasant twist deeper inside Kagami’s stomach, even though he knew how irrational he was being.

It wasn’t like you were doing anything wrong.

Still…

Kagami couldn’t stop the jealousy from creeping up on him anyway.

Eventually, after hearing Himuro’s name for what felt like the hundredth time that day, Kagami let out a quiet scoff before he could stop himself.

“You sure got close to Tatsuya pretty fast…” he muttered under his breath, unsuccessfully trying to mask the jealousy laced throughout his tone.

You blinked at him in surprise.

The comment sounded strangely bitter coming from him.

“…Taiga?” you asked hesitantly, your brows knitting together in concern. “What do you mean? Did I do something wrong?”

The moment those words left your lips, Kagami’s eyes widened.

Immediately, guilt crashed over him.

That wasn’t what he meant at all.

You weren’t the problem here.

He was.

It wasn’t your fault for befriending someone important to him. You’d done absolutely nothing wrong, and yet here he was acting weirdly possessive over something you didn’t even realize was bothering him.

Kagami internally cursed himself.

“What? N-No!” he immediately blurted out, waving his hands frantically in denial. “Of course not!”

Your visibly worried expression softened slightly at his reassurance, relief flickering across your face almost instantly.

Then you smiled at him.

And just like that, Kagami felt his heart stutter painfully inside his chest.

That smile seriously wasn’t fair.

Before he could properly think things through—before common sense could stop him—Kagami suddenly found himself blurting out words he probably should’ve kept to himself.

“Y/N…” he started quietly.

His voice had lowered significantly, soft enough that only you could hear him now.

“…You’re still mine, right?”

Silence.

The second the words left his mouth, Kagami’s entire body froze.

What the hell did I just say?!

His face turned violently red almost immediately as realization finally caught up to him. Panicking, Kagami quickly stumbled backward, looking absolutely horrified with himself.

“I-I didn’t mean it like that!” he sputtered out rapidly. “I mean—I did, but not—I mean—AH, damn it—!”

Kagami practically short-circuited trying to recover from his own words while you simply stared at him, visibly caught off guard by the sudden outburst.

For a brief moment, neither of you spoke.

Then slowly—

A warm smile spread across your face.

Without breaking eye contact, you stepped closer toward him, gradually closing the distance between the two of you inch by inch.

Kagami’s breath caught in his throat.

“Yeah…” you whispered softly.

“…I’m yours.”

Kagami’s eyes widened instantly.

For a moment, he genuinely forgot how to function.

You actually answered him.

Not teasingly.

Not sarcastically.

Seriously.

A rush of overwhelming affection crashed into him all at once, so intense it almost made his chest ache. Before he could even think about it, Kagami’s hand instinctively moved to your waist, pulling you flush against him until there wasn’t even an inch of distance left between your bodies.

He didn’t say anything afterward.

Didn’t trust himself to.

Instead, he simply held you there against him, his arm securely wrapped around your waist as though reassuring himself you were really there.

And somehow…the jealousy that had been eating away at him all this time suddenly didn’t feel nearly as unbearable anymore.

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Aomine Daiki

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You were currently seated on the bench alongside Momoi, casually observing Aomine as he went through practice. Yes—Aomine Daiki, actively participating in training. A sight so rare it almost felt unreal.

Somehow, you had managed to convince him to show up today. Just this once. And somehow, even more unbelievably, he had actually listened.

You stayed mostly quiet, simply watching the game unfold, until Wakamatsu—one of Aomine’s teammates—executed a remarkably powerful dunk that echoed sharply through the court.

You couldn’t help yourself.

“That was amazing!” you blurted out in genuine awe, your eyes still fixed on the court.

Unfortunately, the words barely left your mouth before Aomine’s head snapped in your direction with immediate disbelief written all over his face.

You…praising Wakamatsu?

Of all people?

Aomine couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“…What did you just say?” he cut in sharply, already walking toward the bench with unmistakable irritation in his stride.

You tilted your head up at him, confused by the sudden shift in his tone.

“Uh… I said Wakamatsu’s dunk was amazing…?” you repeated honestly.

Aomine clicked his tongue in clear annoyance, his expression darkening as he shoved his hands into his pockets and turned away.

“Tch. Whatever.”

You frowned slightly at his unusually dismissive reaction, but ultimately chose not to press him—at least, not yet.

After practice ended, you made your way toward Wakamatsu, intending to properly compliment him again for his performance earlier.

Wakamatsu responded with an arrogant grin, patting his chest with obvious pride.

“Hah, of course it was! I already know I’m great,” he boasted confidently, completely unbothered by his own ego.

Despite everything, you let out a soft, amused laugh at his reaction.

Unfortunately for both of you—

Aomine happened to be passing by at that exact moment.

And he saw everything.

The conversation.

The laughter.

The way you were talking to him so easily.

A faint irritation immediately sparked in his chest.

Why were you still talking to that guy?

Without even thinking it through properly, Aomine stepped in.

“Hey,” he called out casually, appearing suddenly right behind you. “Can I steal you for a sec?”

You blinked in surprise before turning around, immediately meeting his piercing blue gaze.

“…Uh?” you managed, clearly caught off guard.

But before you could even process what was happening, Aomine had already taken hold of your wrist—firm enough to guide you, but not enough to hurt—pulling you away from Wakamatsu and toward a quieter corner of the gym.

Wakamatsu was left standing there in complete confusion, watching the sudden scene unfold without any explanation.

Once you were out of earshot, you immediately pulled your wrist back.

“Daiki…? What the hell was that?!” you snapped, frustration and confusion mixing in your voice as you stared up at him.

Aomine avoided your gaze almost instantly.

He shrugged.

That was it.

No explanation. No apology. Just a shrug, as if nothing about what he just did required justification.

You frowned deeper, clearly unimpressed, and began lecturing him without hesitation—words spilling out as you scolded him for being immature and completely unreasonable.

Aomine said nothing.

He just stood there, silently taking it in while you vented, his expression unreadable.

But the more you talked…

The more something inside him tightened.

Eventually, he’d had enough.

Before you could even finish your sentence, Aomine stepped forward and suddenly pinned you against the nearby wall, one arm braced beside you as he leaned in close enough to cut off your words entirely.

The gym noise faded into the background.

Your breath hitched.

And just like that—you stopped talking.

“Ah—can’t you take a damn hint for once?” Aomine muttered lowly near your ear, his voice quieter now, laced with irritation… and something far more vulnerable underneath it.

Jealousy.

He pulled back almost immediately afterward, releasing you as if nothing had happened, shoving his hands back into his pockets with casual nonchalance.

As though he hadn’t just completely disrupted your entire thought process.

You stood frozen in place, still trying to process what had just occurred.

Aomine turned to leave.

But just before he walked away completely, he glanced back over his shoulder.

“…Next time,” he added flatly, though his ears were faintly red.

“Praise me instead of him.”

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Midorima Shintaro 

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When Midorima entered the cafeteria during lunchtime, his gaze immediately landed on you conversing with a male upperclassman—specifically a second-year student known for his academic intelligence and consistently high performance.

As Midorima approached the area where you and the second-year were seated, fragments of your conversation drifted into his ears. The upperclassman was offering you advice, and to Midorima’s mild surprise, you were listening attentively without interruption or contradiction.

That alone should have meant nothing.

And yet—Midorima found himself remembering, almost involuntarily, the way you usually responded to him.

“That’s logically inaccurate.”

“You’re approaching the conclusion incorrectly.”

“It would be more efficient if you considered—”

You never simply accepted what he said without adding your own perspective. You always challenged it, refined it, engaged with it. And Midorima knew—without any doubt—that you weren’t the type to agree with someone merely because they were an upperclassman.

You were never like that.

So why, then, did the sight of you quietly accepting someone else’s words feel so…disquieting?

By the time Midorima reached his usual seat, a faint sense of discomfort had already settled in his chest. It was subtle at first—easily ignorable—but it gradually deepened into something far more irritating than he cared to admit.

Why did it bother him so much?

Why did he care at all?

A sharp click of his tongue escaped before he could restrain it, the sound cutting through his own thoughts as his irritation steadily intensified. To anyone else, Midorima’s expression remained composed and unreadable—but Takao, sitting directly beside him, noticed immediately.

Takao followed Midorima’s line of sight with casual curiosity… only to grin the moment he understood exactly what—or rather, who—he was looking at.

“Oh-ho?” Takao drawled, amusement instantly lighting up his face as he leaned back in his chair. “Could it be… our very stoic Midorima is jealous?”

Midorima did not respond.

He simply adjusted his glasses, refusing to acknowledge the comment, though his gaze remained fixed—far too pointedly—on you and the second-year upperclassman.

Takao, of course, only laughed harder.

When the lunch bell finally rang, signaling the end of the break, Midorima had already risen from his seat.

He and you typically walked to class together after lunch. It had become a routine—consistent, predictable, familiar.

Today should have been no different.

At least… that was what Midorima had assumed.

As he approached you, you looked up at him and offered a small, slightly awkward smile—one that immediately put him on alert.

“Oh! Hey, Shin…sorry, I don’t think I’ll be able to walk to class with you today,” you explained, gesturing lightly toward the second-year beside you. “I’ll be busy with Ren!”

At the mention of the name, Midorima’s eyes widened just slightly—an almost imperceptible reaction.

Something unpleasant flickered through his chest.

Betrayal? Irritation? He couldn’t properly define it.

But outwardly, he remained still.

He gave a short, controlled nod, said nothing, and simply turned away.

And yet, as he walked off, his grip on his bag tightened ever so slightly.

Why did it feel like that name lingered longer than it should have?

After school ended, as students filtered out of the classroom, you stepped into the hallway only to find yourself abruptly colliding with a familiar figure.

Midorima.

You looked up immediately, your expression brightening at the sight of him. “Shin!”

But your smile faltered slightly the moment you noticed his expression.

He looked… off. More restrained than usual. Slightly tense.

“Shin?” you asked softly, concern creeping into your voice. “Is something wrong?”

At the sound of your worried tone, Midorima’s expression softened almost imperceptibly. Just enough for only someone like you to notice.

“…No,” he replied after a brief pause. “I am fine. Shall we walk home together now? Or do you intend to accompany Ren again?”

The last word carried a subtle edge—so faint it could have been mistaken for nothing more than his usual bluntness.

But you noticed.

You always did.

You frowned slightly, then reached out and gently took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Shin…”

The way you said his name—quiet, warm, and close—made something in him shift instantly.

Midorima immediately looked away.

“…Let’s go,” he muttered quickly, as though trying to regain control of himself.

You wanted to press further, to understand what was truly bothering him, but ultimately decided to let the moment pass.

The two of you began walking home together in relative silence.

It wasn’t comfortable silence.

It was heavy.

After a while, you finally broke it.

“Shin… do you have a grudge against Ren?” you asked curiously.

Midorima blinked once, clearly taken aback by the question.

“…No,” he answered honestly.

You studied his expression carefully.

He wasn’t lying.

Which only deepened your confusion.

“Then why don’t you like it when I talk to him?” you asked.

The question landed more directly than either of you expected.

Midorima stopped walking.

For a moment, he said nothing.

And then, in a tone quieter—and far more unguarded—than usual, he answered:

“I do not like seeing you with anyone other than me.”

The words hung in the air like something irreversible.

Your eyes widened slightly.

And just like that, everything clicked into place.

The distance.

The irritation.

The subtle shifts in his expression.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks almost instantly.

“…Oh, Shin…”

“Do not,” he interrupted immediately, turning his head away. “Do not say my name like that.”

But it was too late.

His ears were already faintly red.

And so were yours.

When you finally reached your home, you turned to face him one last time, still visibly flustered but smiling nonetheless.

Before Midorima could properly say goodbye, you suddenly stepped forward, rose onto your toes, and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

When you pulled away, you were smiling brightly at him.

“Goodbye, Shin,” you said softly. “No one could ever replace you.”

Then you slipped inside, closing the door behind you.

Midorima remained completely still.

For a long time.

Long enough that the world around him seemed to fade into background noise.

Eventually, he lifted a hand to the spot you had kissed, expression unreadable—though his ears remained unmistakably red.

“…Foolish woman,” he murmured under his breath.

But he did not move.

Not even after five full minutes had passed.

Because despite everything—he had no intention of leaving just yet.

God, he loved you so much.

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Kise Ryota

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It was a bright Monday morning, the kind where sunlight poured generously through the classroom windows and illuminated the entire room in warm gold. Students gradually filtered into the classroom one after another, conversations overlapping noisily as everyone settled into the start of another school week.

As usual, Kise entered the classroom with an easygoing grin already plastered across his face.

And as usual, the very first thing he did was look for you.

His gaze instinctively drifted toward your desk, fully expecting you to greet him the second your eyes met his.

But instead—Kise stopped mid-step.

Because you were already talking to someone else.

Not just talking, either.

You were laughing, actually laughing.

Brightly, Comfortably.

And sitting beside you was some random guy Kise had never seen before in his life.

The unfamiliar boy was animatedly saying something while you covered your mouth with a laugh, your shoulders shaking slightly in amusement.

Kise’s smile slowly twitched.

Then faded.

…Who the hell was that?

A strange irritation immediately curled in his chest before he could stop it.

You laughed with Kise all the time, sure—but this felt different somehow. Too natural. Too easy. And honestly?

Kise didn’t like it.

Not even a little.

How did some random guy he’d never even heard of manage to capture your attention this quickly?

And more importantly—

Why were you smiling at him like that?

Kise clicked his tongue quietly under his breath before immediately making his way toward your desk.

Naturally.

Because if there was one thing Kise absolutely wasn’t, it was subtle.

“Well, good morning, Y/N-chan!” Kise greeted loudly the moment he arrived beside your desk, slipping effortlessly into his usual cheerful persona.

At first glance, his smile looked perfectly normal.

But to you? There was something slightly strained underneath it.

You immediately noticed.

Your conversation halted as you looked up at him in confusion.

“Uh… Ryota?” you started cautiously, sensing something oddly tense in his demeanor.

Meanwhile, the guy sitting beside you blinked awkwardly at Kise’s sudden interruption.

“Oh, hey, Kise-kun—”

“So!” Kise interrupted almost immediately, not even letting the poor guy finish speaking. “Who’s your new friend, Y/N-chan?”

His tone remained lighthearted.

Too lighthearted.

You narrowed your eyes slightly.

“Oh, this is Nakamura-kun,” you explained slowly. “He transferred here recently.”

The boy beside you offered a polite nod.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Mmhm,” Kise hummed with a smile that looked far too sharp to be genuine.

The atmosphere instantly became uncomfortable.

You stared at Kise suspiciously.

Kise stared at Nakamura.

Nakamura looked increasingly nervous.

“…Ryota,” you said slowly, “why are you glaring at him?”

“I’m not glaring,” Kise replied immediately.

“You are.”

“I’m literally smiling.”

“Yeah, and it doesn’t look charming.”

Kise pouted dramatically at your accusation, though the expression only lasted a second before his gaze drifted back toward Nakamura again.

And there it was.

That ugly feeling in his chest.

Still there.

Still growing.

Because now that he was standing closer, he could hear the remnants of your conversation.

Inside jokes.

Comfortable teasing.

The kind of easy interaction Kise usually had with you.

And for some reason, that bothered him far more than it should have.

Before he fully realized what he was doing, Kise suddenly reached down and grabbed your wrist. Firmly.

“Ryota—?!”

“Can I borrow Y/N-chan for a second?” Kise asked brightly.

Except it clearly wasn’t a question.

Before either you or Nakamura could properly respond, Kise had already begun dragging you out of the classroom.

“W-Wait, Ryota!”

The classroom door slid shut behind you as Kise continued leading you down the hallway until the two of you reached a quieter corner away from everyone else.

The second he stopped moving, you immediately pulled your wrist back from his grasp.

Your eyes widened in disbelief.

“Ryota, what the hell was that?!” you snapped, genuinely shocked by his behavior.

Kise stayed silent for a moment.

His usual cheerful expression slowly weakened, the forced smile fading from his face bit by bit until something noticeably more vulnerable settled underneath it.

“…Why were you having so much fun with him?” he asked quietly.

The question came out so soft it was almost inaudible.

Almost.

But you still heard it perfectly.

And suddenly—everything made sense.

The interruption.

The attitude.

The clinginess.

He was jealous.

Kise was jealous.

Honestly, you probably should’ve been annoyed. Any normal person would’ve been irritated after getting dragged out of class because their best friend got jealous over another guy like some possessive boyfriend. 

But instead?

Your heart was fluttering so hard it was genuinely becoming difficult to think properly.

Still…

A tiny part of you wanted to see just how far this jealousy went.

So you pretended not to understand.

“…Ryota?” you asked, feigning innocence. “What do you mean?”

Kise’s head immediately snapped upward.

And there it was.

That unmistakable jealousy burning in his golden eyes.

“You know exactly what I mean,” he muttered.

“No, I don’t.”

“You were laughing with him way too much.”

You blinked innocently. “So?”

“So?!” Kise repeated incredulously, looking personally offended by your response. “Y/N-chan, you were literally smiling at him the whole time!”

“I smile at everyone.”

“Not like that.”

The answer came out far too quickly.

Both of you froze slightly afterward.

Kise himself looked momentarily caught off guard by how honest that sounded.

You stared at him quietly.

And unfortunately for Kise, your silence only made him more frustrated.

Unlike most guys, Kise’s jealousy wasn’t explosive or aggressive.

Instead, it became clingy.

Needy.

Almost painfully affectionate.

As if the only thing he wanted was reassurance that your attention still belonged to him.

Without saying another word, Kise slowly reached for your hand again—this time far gentler than before.

His fingers slid carefully between yours until your hands naturally intertwined.

Then he stepped closer.

And closer.

Until your back lightly touched the wall behind you.

Your breath caught slightly in your throat.

Kise lowered his voice, his expression softer now—serious in a way you rarely ever saw from him.

“I don’t want you laughing like that with anyone else,” he admitted quietly.

Your heartbeat stuttered violently.

Because he sounded genuine.

Not playful.

Not teasing.

Genuine.

Kise leaned down slightly, his forehead nearly brushing yours as his thumb absentmindedly stroked over your knuckles.

“I know it’s selfish,” he continued softly, avoiding your gaze now as if embarrassed by his own honesty. “But every time I see someone else getting your attention like that… I get annoyed.”

His grip on your hand tightened faintly.

“…I hate it.”

The vulnerability in his voice hit you far harder than you expected.

This wasn’t Kise flirting for fun.

This wasn’t him joking around to get a reaction.

He truly meant every word.

“Ryota…” you whispered quietly.

Kise laughed softly under his breath, though it sounded more awkward than amused.

“I know, I know,” he muttered. “I’m acting super lame right now.”

“…No,” you replied honestly.

Kise blinked.

Slowly, you lifted your free hand and rested it lightly against his cheek, causing his eyes to widen almost immediately.

“I think it’s kinda cute.”

Silence.

Then—Kise’s entire face turned red.

“Eh?!”

The sudden reaction was so dramatic that you nearly laughed.

“You can’t just say stuff like that so casually!” Kise whined, immediately burying half his face into your shoulder out of embarrassment.

And somehow, that reaction only made him more adorable.

“You were acting all confident a second ago,” you teased softly.

“That was before you started attacking me emotionally!”

You laughed quietly at his dramatic complaint, your fingers absentmindedly brushing through his blond hair.

The moment you did, Kise completely melted against you.

“…You spoil me too much,” he mumbled.

“And whose fault is that?”

“Definitely yours.”

You smiled warmly before lightly squeezing his hand.

“For the record,” you said quietly, “I’d still rather spend time with you than anyone else.”

Kise froze.

Then very, very slowly, he lifted his head from your shoulder.

“…Really?”

“Really.”

For a moment, he simply stared at you.

Then suddenly, his usual bright grin returned full force—except this time, it looked far softer than before.

And much more genuine.

“Okay,” Kise declared proudly, immediately wrapping both arms around you now. “Then I forgive Nakamura-kun.”

“…You say that like he committed a crime.”

“He did. He made you laugh too much.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately while Kise shamelessly clung to you.

And honestly—neither of you noticed the warning bell ringing in the distance or the fact that class had already started.

Because at that moment, Kise only cared about one thing.

The fact that you were still looking at him like he was your favorite person in the world.

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Murasakibara Atsushi

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It was supposed to be a peaceful afternoon.

The basketball team had just finished practice, and naturally, Murasakibara had already claimed his usual spot on the gym floor near the benches, lazily sprawled out while munching on a bag of snacks he’d somehow managed to finish halfway through in less than five minutes.

You sat nearby beside him, occasionally talking while organizing water bottles and towels for the team.

Everything had been perfectly normal.

Until he showed up.

Some third-year student from another club.

Tall, friendly, and apparently far too comfortable talking to you.

At first, Murasakibara didn’t pay much attention. He only lazily glanced over while continuing to eat his snacks, half-listening to your conversation in the background.

But then—you laughed.

Not just a small laugh either.

A genuine one.

Bright enough that the upperclassman visibly smiled wider in response.

Murasakibara paused mid-chew. And slowly, his eyes drifted toward the two of you again.

The guy was standing way too close.

And why was he talking to you for this long anyway?

“…Who’s that?” Murasakibara suddenly asked flatly.

You looked over at him, blinking in slight surprise.

“Hm? Oh, that’s Tanaka-senpai,” you explained casually. “He’s from the volleyball club.”

The upperclassman smiled politely toward Murasakibara.

“Ah, you’re Murasakibara-kun, right? Y/N talks about you sometimes.”

Murasakibara stared at him silently while slowly crunching another chip between his teeth.

“…Mm.”

That was all he said.

But something about the atmosphere suddenly felt…heavy.

You noticed it immediately.

Murasakibara’s expression hadn’t changed much—he still looked lazy and half-asleep as usual—but after knowing him for this long, you could tell when something was bothering him.

And right now?

He was definitely bothered.

Still, you continued your conversation with Tanaka for another few minutes, completely unaware that Murasakibara was steadily becoming more and more irritated beside you.

The worst part that you looked like you were genuinely enjoying yourself.

You kept smiling. Laughing. Looking up at that guy so attentively.

Each time you did, something unpleasant twisted deeper inside Murasakibara’s chest.

He didn’t like it. At all.

Eventually, Tanaka laughed at something you said and casually reached out to pat your shoulder.

That was the final straw.

Crunch.

The snack bag in Murasakibara’s hand crumpled instantly.

Both you and Tanaka looked toward him in surprise.

Murasakibara slowly stood up to his full height, towering over both of you almost immediately. His expression remained lazy-looking as always, but his violet eyes had noticeably darkened.

“…You’re talking too much,” he muttered.

“Huh?” you blinked.

Before you could properly react, Murasakibara suddenly reached down and grabbed the sleeve of your jacket.

“C’mon.”

And just like that, he began dragging you away.

“M-Murasakibara?!”

Tanaka looked completely bewildered. “Uh… did I do something wrong?”

“You exist,” Murasakibara replied bluntly before continuing to walk away with you.

“ATSUSHI!”

Once the two of you finally reached a quieter hallway outside the gym, you immediately pulled your sleeve back from his grasp.

“What was that about?!” you exclaimed, staring at him in disbelief.

Murasakibara looked down at you lazily.

“…He was annoying.”

“No, you were annoying!”

“Tch.”

You frowned harder.

Normally, Murasakibara wasn’t the type to care about things like this. He usually acted uninterested in practically everything besides snacks and basketball.

Which made his current behavior feel even stranger.

“…Atsushi,” you said more carefully this time, “are you jealous?”

Silence.

Murasakibara immediately looked away.

And somehow, that answered your question perfectly.

Your eyes widened slightly.

“…Wait. You actually are?”

“…Maybe,” he muttered stubbornly.

The admission came so reluctantly that your heart nearly exploded on the spot.

You honestly didn’t expect Murasakibara of all people to get jealous.

And yet here he was.

Pouting.

Avoiding eye contact.

Acting clingy.

It was weirdly adorable.

“Atsushi,” you laughed softly, “you got jealous because I was talking to someone?”

“You were laughing with him too much,” he grumbled.

“You sound real possessive right now.”

“…Maybe I am.”

The answer came out so casually that you froze.

Murasakibara finally looked back down at you, his expression quieter now.

“I didn’t like seeing him touch you,” he admitted bluntly. “Or looking at you like that.”

Your heartbeat immediately sped up.

Unlike other people, Murasakibara didn’t dance around his feelings much once he actually decided to voice them.

If something bothered him, he simply said it.

And somehow, that straightforward honesty affected you more than you wanted to admit.

“…You know he wasn’t flirting with me, right?” you said softly.

“I don’t care,” Murasakibara replied instantly.

Then slowly—

He stepped closer.

And because of his height, the movement alone felt overwhelmingly intimidating.

Your back instinctively pressed lightly against the wall behind you as Murasakibara leaned down slightly, trapping you effortlessly in his space without even trying.

“You’re supposed to pay attention to me,” he mumbled quietly.

The words were childish.

Petty, even.

But hearing them in Murasakibara’s deep, sleepy voice made your stomach erupt with butterflies anyway.

“Atsushi…”

Murasakibara suddenly rested his forehead against the top of your head with a low sigh.

“…I know it’s dumb,” he muttered. “But I don’t like sharing.”

Your face grew warm almost instantly.

And unfortunately for you, Murasakibara noticed.

“…You’re blushing.”

“N-No I’m not.”

“You are.”

“You’re one to talk!”

“Hm?” Murasakibara blinked lazily. “I’m not embarrassed.”

“…Your ears are red.”

Immediately, Murasakibara went quiet.

Then he clicked his tongue softly.

“…Shut up.”

You burst into laughter.

And for a brief moment, Murasakibara simply stared at you silently, watching your smile with an oddly softened expression.

Then suddenly—his large hand gently grabbed yours.

“Let’s go get snacks,” he said casually, intertwining your fingers together like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You blinked.

“…That’s your solution to everything.”

“Mm.”

“And what if another guy talks to me again?”

Murasakibara narrowed his eyes slightly.

“…Then I’ll steal you again.”

Your heart nearly stopped.

Meanwhile, Murasakibara merely squeezed your hand once before lazily leading you down the hallway beside him.

As though he fully expected you to stay there.

Right where he wanted you. 

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Akashi Seijuro

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It was quiet inside the student council room, save for the faint scratching of pens against paper and the distant sounds of club activities echoing from outside the windows.

You sat comfortably across from Akashi, originally intending to simply keep him company while he finished his student council duties. Somehow, however, the situation had evolved into you helping organize paperwork alongside him.

Not that Akashi minded.

In fact, he found your presence oddly relaxing.

Every now and then, he would glance up from his documents only to find you completely focused on your own work, brows slightly furrowed in concentration as sunlight filtered softly across your features.

It was…nice. Comfortable. Peaceful.

Unfortunately, that peace didn’t last very long.

A knock suddenly sounded at the door.

“Come in,” Akashi answered calmly without looking up.

The door slid open moments later, revealing another student council member—a male upperclassman from the third year.

“Ah, Akashi-kun,” the upperclassman greeted politely before his gaze shifted toward you. “Oh? I didn’t realize Y/N-san was here too.”

You immediately smiled warmly.

“Hello!”

The upperclassman returned the smile just as easily before walking further into the room. “Perfect timing, actually. I needed someone’s opinion on something.”

Akashi barely paid attention at first, assuming the conversation would remain brief.

But then the upperclassman walked over toward your side of the table instead of his. And stayed there.

The two of you quickly fell into casual conversation while discussing whatever paperwork he had brought with him. Before long, you were smiling, laughing softly, and offering suggestions while the upperclassman listened with clear interest.

Akashi’s pen paused. Just slightly.

His expression remained perfectly composed as always, but his crimson eyes slowly lifted from the documents in front of him.

And settled on the two of you.

The upperclassman was standing far too close.

Even worse—

You looked comfortable around him.

Akashi quietly observed the interaction without saying a word, though something cold and unfamiliar had begun coiling itself neatly inside his chest.

Jealousy was not an emotion Akashi experienced often.

Mostly because there had rarely ever been a situation where he felt genuinely threatened by someone else’s presence.

But now? Watching another person effortlessly occupy your attention while you smiled at them so naturally…

It irritated him more than he expected.

Still, outwardly, nothing about him changed.

His posture remained elegant.

His expression remained calm.

His voice, when he finally spoke, remained perfectly polite.

“Y/N.”

You immediately turned toward him at the sound of your name.

“Yes?”

Akashi offered you a small smile.

“Come sit beside me.”

The request sounded innocent enough.

But something about the tone beneath it made the upperclassman visibly stiffen.

You blinked in confusion.

“Huh? Why?”

“Because I asked you to,” Akashi replied simply.

The smile on his face never wavered.

And somehow, that only made the atmosphere more intimidating.

The upperclassman awkwardly cleared his throat.

“Ah… I should probably get going anyway.”

Akashi’s gaze shifted toward him instantly.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

The words were polite.

Yet the message underneath them was unmistakably clear.

Leave.

The upperclassman laughed nervously before quickly excusing himself from the room.

The moment the door closed behind him, silence settled once more.

You stared at Akashi suspiciously.

“…Seijuro.”

“Yes?”

“…What was that?”

Akashi calmly resumed organizing his papers as though nothing unusual had occurred.

“What do you mean?”

“You basically chased him out.”

“I did no such thing.”

“You absolutely did.”

Akashi merely hummed in quiet amusement, refusing to acknowledge the accusation properly.

Which only made you narrow your eyes further.

Then suddenly—

A realization hit you.

“…Wait.”

Akashi finally glanced up at you.

“…Were you jealous?”

The room fell silent.

For the first time since you’d known him, Akashi visibly paused.

Only for a moment.

But it happened.

And that alone answered your question perfectly.

Your eyes widened slightly in disbelief.

“Seijuro,” you whispered, almost amused. “You were actually jealous?”

Akashi slowly set his pen down onto the table.

Then, with complete composure, he folded his hands neatly beneath his chin and looked directly at you.

“…I dislike seeing other people grow too comfortable around you,” he admitted calmly.

Your heartbeat instantly sped up.

The frightening part was how collected he still sounded while saying something so openly possessive.

“You make it sound so serious,” you muttered.

“It is serious.”

You froze.

Akashi rose smoothly from his chair before walking toward you with slow, deliberate steps. Every movement was controlled. Elegant.

Dangerous.

By the time he stopped in front of you, your pulse had become embarrassingly uneven.

“Y/N,” Akashi said softly, gently lifting your chin between his fingers so you were forced to meet his gaze properly. “Do you have any idea how difficult it is for me to tolerate situations like that quietly?”

Your breath caught slightly.

Because despite the softness in his tone—

There was something undeniably intense hiding underneath it.

“I trust you,” he continued calmly. “Completely.”

“…But?”

Akashi’s eyes softened faintly.

“But I do not particularly enjoy watching someone else attempt to monopolize your attention.”

Your face immediately grew warm.

“You’re being possessive again,” you whispered.

“I know.”

“And you’re admitting it way too easily.”

“That is because denying it would be dishonest.”

The straightforward response made your stomach flip violently.

God, Akashi was unfair.

You tried looking away, unable to properly handle the intensity of his gaze anymore, but Akashi’s fingers lightly tightened beneath your chin.

“Look at me,” he murmured softly.

And instinctively—

You obeyed.

The moment your eyes met his again, Akashi smiled faintly.

“There you are.”

Your heart nearly stopped.

“You do realize you’re ridiculously overwhelming sometimes, right?” you muttered weakly.

Akashi chuckled quietly under his breath.

“Yes,” he answered effortlessly. “And yet you continue staying beside me regardless.”

You opened your mouth to respond—

Only for Akashi to suddenly lean down and press a gentle kiss against your forehead.

The action completely short-circuited your brain.

When he pulled away, he looked entirely satisfied with himself.

“…Now then,” he said smoothly, returning to his seat as though nothing had happened. “I believe the issue has been resolved.”

You stared at him in disbelief, face burning.

“…You can’t just do that to me and go back to paperwork!”

Akashi simply smiled.

request: Genius!Reader, childhood friends to lovers | request by @notrllymagneficent

pairing: GoM + Kagami x Female Reader

warnings: none! this is just fluff but with lowkey some suggestive parts and slight angst, still appropriate for all ages though! did this in hcs🩵

note: i really enjoyed writing this, such a cute request fr🥹 sry for the wait! not rlly proofread…

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Kuroko Tetsuya

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• When you and Kuroko first met, it was somewhere quiet. Probably a small park near your house. Even as a kid, Kuroko wasn’t noticed much. Because, well—he was invisible. A shadow.

• Now, because of that—Kuroko didn’t have many friends growing up. At least not until middle school. Neither did you. Since as a kid, you were mostly focused on adult-level activities.

• You were seen as a child genius. Even at such a young age, you were able to build small functioning machines. Being so smart, you were of course put in a much more advanced school than other kids your age. Therefore, you were isolated.

• How you and Kuroko met was by his basketball rolling towards you when you were sitting on a bench in the park. 

• When your eyes landed on the basketball beneath you, you were a bit confused and decided to pick it up. When you did, a small, almost soft voice spoke up.

• “Excuse me, that’s mine.”

• You looked up from where the voice was coming from, and saw Kuroko in front of you. He was pointing at the basketball in your hands, silently asking for it back.

• You looked down at the basketball in your hands and suddenly realized he was asking for it back. 

• “Oh! R-right, my bad.”—You apologized, before handing it back to him.

• Kuroko should’ve left at the moment, should’ve left you alone now that he got his ball back—but he didn’t.

• “Want to come play with me?”

• That was the day you and Kuroko became friends. Kuroko was your first friend, and you were his. 

• When your parents found out you had finally made a friend, they were thrilled. So naturally, it wasn’t long before you and Kuroko hung out a lot with each other.

• You two attended the same elementary school, middle school, even the same high school. You two were inseparable, even if you both didn’t show it.

• When Kuroko first found out about your godly intelligence, his expression didn’t change. Of course it didn’t.

• But deep down he was impressed, really. 

• He liked watching you work on a new rocket spare or a new machine sometimes when he was over at your house. 

• He tried to understand how the stuff you built functioned, but it was honestly too much for his brain to handle😭 

• He loved how he was the first person to know about something new you built—how he was the first person to see it or even try it. It warmed his heart.

• How Kuroko would fall for you is probably a very slow realization where he had always loved you, but never really knew it was romantic love.

• It’s not until he was old enough to know the difference between platonic love and romantic love is when he realized he may love you in that way.

• Once he is fully aware he is in love with you, his expressions or words won’t change much—but his actions will. 

• He’ll start asking to see your inventions more often, start asking to hang out more, start noticing smaller details about you.

• How you tucked your hair behind your ear when you were really focused on building something.

• How you smiled, proud of yourself every time you showed him one of your new inventions.

• How you always innocently asked him what was wrong when you caught him staring for too long.

• Everything about you was perfect to him, he loves it. He loves you. And before he knew it, he wanted to be by your side forever.

• When Kuroko confessed to you and you accepted—honestly not a big change happened in your relationship.

• Kuroko was definitely more romantic towards you, though!

• What changed wouldn’t be his words—but his actions.

• He loves cuddling with you and giving you comforting hugs.

• Whenever you would overwork yourself building something new—he would always be there and try to convince you to rest for a bit.

• Y’all would definitely be those quiet couples🤧

• Kuroko has decent grades—but you would still tutor him whenever there’s an exam coming up.

• Even though he doesn’t say “I love you” every time you guys are together, his actions show how much you truly mean to him.

• He’d be such a comforting boyfriend 😭🩵

———

Kagami Taiga 

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• You and Kagami met in America, of course.

• It was around when Kagami had just moved to America and was still new to the country, meaning he was a really young child when you two met.

• You had lived in America your entire life (you don’t have to be American, you just moved there at a really young age)

• The day you two met was on a basketball court—probably when Kagami was still new to the sport and wanted to start playing it.

• I’m sure if you were Kagami’s childhood friend—you would also meet Himuro and Alexandra AT LEAST once.

• You were maybe near the basketball court while Kagami was playing with Himuro.

• Kagami noticed you sitting by yourself, a small little building invention in your hands.

• You were just repairing it by fixing some of its pieces—and you were the only one in the basketball court besides Himuro and Kagami.

• Because you were the only person other than Kagami and Himuro near the court—Kagami noticed you and decided to approach you after he was done training.

• The first thing he would notice is the little invention in your hands.

• He didn’t understand what that was back then because he was still a child—but he thought it looked really cool.

• He asked about what you had in your hand—and you were honestly surprised he asked.

• Kids your age never cared about what you built, didn’t even ask about it. They usually thought it was boring and whatnot

• But Kagami seemed genuinely interested. Like—literal sparkles in his eyes as he waited for your response.

• You were a bit shy since you weren’t used to social interaction—but you eventfully explained exactly what you built in graphic detail.

• Kagami did NOT understand a single word of what you said, but it sounded cool so he stayed there, talking to you, for HOURS.

• You eventfully told him about how you were in a more advanced school so you honestly didn’t have any friends.

• Hearing that—Kagami didn’t hesitate. He officially labeled you as his friend.

• You lowkey weren’t convinced that you and Kagami were actually friends in that moment—yeah, he found your intelligence cool. So what? He would probably forget about you the day after.

• Boy, you couldn’t be any more wrong.

• You ended up always running into him—especially since your house was near the usual basketball court Kagami went to.

• It wasn’t long before you and Kagami started actually hanging out.

• Aka walking home together, visiting each other’s houses, etc!

• Even at such a young age, you were able to know exactly where your house was no matter where you were.

• So it was just a random Tuesday that Kagami asked to visit your house and you two walked back to your home together, lol

• Your parents absolutely ADORED Kagami.

• They were so relieved you finally have someone to call your friend, and how Kagami was a really supportive kid😭

• Even as you and Kagami grew up, he still did NOT understand a single thing about your creations. Especially your rocket spares, but he thought it was cool how you could just basically create whatever you wanted.

• Whenever you would create a little gift or invention for him like on his birthday or a special event—he would genuinely feel so loved and happy😭

• Like—his room is LITERALLY filled with all the creations you made for him.

• The time when Kagami finally realized he just might be falling for you, is when he moved back to Japan.

• You didn’t go to Japan with him, why would you?

• I mean, you had your studies in America. Your family. Your creations. Everything that made you who you are today is back in America.

• Kagami didn’t want to admit it, but he was honestly really emotional when he said his goodbyes to you.

• Everyday ever since he was a young child, he had been by your side.

• The first day back in Japan was his first day in Seirin, and he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

• Like, seriously—he could NOT stop thinking about you and how much he missed you.

• Whenever you texted or called him, his heart would flutter and he immediately picked up his phone.

• Kagami wouldn’t realize it immediately—he’s a bit slow, but maybe it’s around the time he met Alexandra and Himuro again in Japan is when he realized he genuinely couldn’t handle you not being there with him anymore.

• Himuro and Alexandra already knew his feelings for you longgg before he did, but they didn’t say anything and just watched Kagami suffer. (😭)

• When you and Kagami finally reunite was when he was still in Japan.

• You missed him too—because why wouldn’t you? He was your first and only friend.

• That’s why you managed to get a scholarship in Japan. You didn’t need to work hard for that scholarship, of course.

• You wanted to surprise Kagami, so you didn’t tell him you were going to Japan.

• Alexandra gave you the address to his apartment and you showed up in his front door at bright morning—of course you did.

• You knocked on the door and when he opened it, he looked all groggy because he justwoke up but his eyes widen so hard when he saw you, you thought his eyeballs were going to pop out of his sockets.

• He immediately jumped on you for a hug, pulling you in his apartment.

• Things got a bit heated from there.

• When you and Kagami started dating, he was a lot more…needy with you.

• He didn’t have to pretend to not miss you every second anymore.

• Your apartment in Japan was close to his—but not the same building. Which always made Kagami go to your apartment building A LOT.

• Most times he visited, you would be working on something. 

• He would just patiently wait for you to finish…until he started becoming impatient.

• Whenever he would visit your apartment, it always ended up with you being pinned to the wall.

• He would definitely talk about you to all his friends whenever he’s hanging out with them.

• “Y/N would love this”, “This kind of reminds me of Y/N”, “Y/N would find this funny”, Y/N this and Y/N that—this man fell HARD for you.

• Would definitely be the golden retriever type of boyfriend.

• Doesn’t really know how to comfort but would always give you the warmest hugs when you’re upset AHHH🩵

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Aomine Daiki

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• You and Aomine met by Momoi basically introducing you two😭

• Momoi already knew you back then—not by being your friend, but by her already getting told about you.

• You were quite known in your neighborhood for being “a child genius” and so, Momoi had heard about you loads of times.

• Aomine hadn’t though. Momoi was the first to tell him!

• Aomine didn’t seem all that impressed at first. Sure, you were smart. So what?

• It wasn’t until when Aomine and Momoi were walking home together after school, that Momoi spotted you walking alone.

• You looked lonely—at least that’s what Momoi said.

• You had a little invention in your hands—of course you did, and you had your backpack on your back. Meaning you were walking home too.

• Momoi nudged Aomine before she called out your name, catching your attention.

• She called you over, while Aomine just stared at her like she was crazy.

• When you walked over silently, Momoi asked you to go home with them since they were all going to the same direction.

• And that’s how you and Aomine met.

• The whole walk was Momoi trying to create a conversation but both you and Aomine were dry as hell and gave one word responses.

• But right before you went your separate ways, Aomine couldn’t help asking what was in your hands.

• You told him it was a creation you created, and Aomine just stared at you with wide eyes.

• He couldn’t believe you created that with your bare hands.

• “Okay, maybe you are cool.”

• He started nagging you A LOT after that😭

• He always dragged you to play basketball with him since he complained you “needed to be more athletic”.

• And in return, you always forced him to study for school—especially when he didn’t want to.

• Your friendship with Aomine really skyrocketed in Teiko, when he was still interested in basketball.

• You, Aomine, and Momoi would always sit together, walk home together, do everything together really.

• You were close with Momoi too, of course!

• Honestly, Momoi was the first to realize there was something going on with you and Aomine before both of you.

• There was a lot of times in Teiko where people would assume you and Aomine were a couple 😭

• Aomine always had to hide his blush whenever someone commented on his and your relationship, but you seemed so indifferent back then—so there was a little piece of him convinced you would never accept if he confessed to you.

• He honestly didn’t even know why he was thinking stuff like that. He had no idea how much he romantically liked you in middle school..

• When high school came and Aomine became a lot more distant, you didn’t act like how Momoi did.

• You never tried to get him back to practice, never lectured him, never really gave him any attention.

• He pulled away—and you just accepted it.

• Aomine found himself yearning for your attention—the attention you used to give him in middle and elementary school.

• Aomine’s breaking point was when he lost to Seirin—finally having someone beat him.

• Even though you were sort of distant with him this entire time—you still went to comfort him

• That was the day he finally snapped and told you everything he was feeling.

• It took some time, but it wasn’t long before you and Aomine started dating.

• Aomine felt like he was dreaming—he genuinely never thought he would ever be able to pull you.

• Your first kiss with him would be passionate, heated, and a little impatient.

• Aomine always wanted to feel your lips on his, so when he finally got a taste—he couldn’t get enough of you.

• He would randomly kiss you on the lips mid-conversation.

• There are loads of times where he got carried away doing that.

• He of course never understand how any of your inventions worked—but he would still ask how they did just to hear you ramble on and on about it.

• You were of course his personal tutor, both when you were dating and while growing up.

• You would often unintentionally ignore him whenever he was over at your place because you were working on something.

• He hated whenever you did that—especially when he was desperate for your attention. 

• So instead of waiting—he would sneak up behind you, hug you while you were still sitting in your chair, and bite down lightly on your neck.

• He loved hearing your little squeak of surprise everytime—now he finally got your attention.

• Aomine would always make you sit on his lap when you were over at his place.

• He will never stop being touchy with you. There will always be a hand at your waist, under your shirt, around your neck, or a chin on your shoulder.

• He loves teasing you and testing your patience, especially when you’re working.

• He would lowkey ask if you could create a more inappropriate invention for him.

• He, of course, loves to bury his face in your chest when you two are alone.

• He would most definitely brag about you to his teammates, friends, literally everyone he’s around.

• “Oh yeah, my girlfriend’s like a total genius.” even when he doesn’t understand what you say most of the time himself😭

———

Midorima Shintaro

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• You and Midorima’s meeting was fate—that’s what Midorima always told himself.

• According to Oha-Asa, Midorima’s lucky item was a small, mechanical object.

• Child Midorima went out looking for it seriously, of course.

• He found a mechanical object perfect to be his lucky item in a random store—but when he picked it up, someone behind him spoke up.

• “You’re using that incorrectly.”

• Midorima turned around to see a little girl around his age, you.

• Midorima looked down at the object and saw he must’ve been holding it incorrectly—and he was stunned.

• Because no one corrects him.

• That’s how you and Midorima met—by you correcting him about mechanical items.

• Midorima highly respects your intelligence, especially since your intelligence rivals him.

• Honestly, you’re probably smarter than him😭

• You and Midorima officially became friends was at the library.

• He spotted you again when he was getting some book about horoscopes—and he peeked at your complicated notes.

• You were reading a book way too advanced for your age, Midorima was impressed.

• He decided to approach you.

• You two ended up reading beside each other in the library for hours.

• Midorima told you about his beliefs in horoscopes—you told him about all kinds of things you’ve invented.

• You were one of the only people who didn’t judge Midorima because of his lucky items.

• But just because you don’t judge doesn’t mean you think it’s logical.

• You two would spend hours debating about his horoscopes.

• “That doesn’t make sense, Shin.” “It does to me.” 

• But somehow—he didn’t get annoyed whenever you argued with him about it.

• You became the only person allowed to question him.

• Midorima probably liked you ever since you two were kids—he just never realized it.

• But when it turned into love was around late middle school/early high school.

• Especially when Takao wouldn’t stop shipping you two.

• Midorima’s tsundere ass would’ve never planned on confessing to you, and he probably wouldn’t have.

• Takao was the one basically doing all the work, always trying to get you two to be alone.

• You noticed, of course you did—but you pretended like you didn’t know Takao was setting you and Midorima up like some romcom film.

• But Midorima soon confessed after Takao basically forcing him to.

• You accepted, even though the concept of dating was never really an option to you. 

• You still gave Midorima a chance.

• Midorima rarely ever said anything “romantic” in a sense—you didn’t really care, though.

• Midorima felt so safe and comfortable with you, because you never expected something from him. You were just…there, which just made Midorima fall deeper inlove with you.

• Midorima would, of course, always buy an extra lucky item for you.

• Only you were allowed to correct him on anything, really.

• Midorima is definitely not a PDA kind of guy—but that’s fine, because neither are you.

• But Midorima loves being affectionate with you in private, surprisingly so.

• He once tried to understand how you built your rocket spares, but he honestly didn’t understand…which kept him frustrated the entire day.

• He will always admire you and respect you deeply. He thinks your intelligence is amazing.

• Whenever you are affectionate with him though, he will turn red like a tomato

• You always end up winning in debates with him—and sometimes he’s not even mad.

• But overall, you two aren’t all that lovey dovey with each other. But you both really do love each other a lot.

• You can just tell from Midorima’s tone of voice whenever he speaks about you how much he really admires you.

• He will always believe that your meeting with him was fate, and that it was meant to happen.

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Kise Ryota

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• You and Kise met wayyy before when he was still trying out Soccer.

• Kise was playing soccer with some of his friends in a park, you were nearby but not paying attention.

• Kise was obviously good at the sport already, from his copy ability and all.

• You were sitting nearby, fixing a small rocket part in your hands.

• Kise was used to getting loads of compliments from his natural skill for so many sports, but he noticed how you were nearby and didn’t seem to care at all.

• So after he was done playing, he approached you and noticed the little rocket part you had in your hands.

• He had no idea what that was at first, but he thought it looked awesome

• “Hey! What are you doing?”

• Hearing his cheerful voice, you looked up at him with disinterest 

• You explained what you were doing in complex vocabulary.

• Kise didn’t understand, not at all, but he understood that you had made that. He thought you had some kind of superpower to be able to do that!

• “WOAH—can I try?!”

• You immediately declined before he got his dirty hands on your precious creation. But to your surprise, instead of whining—Kise just laughed and sat next to you.

• Kise wasn’t as insufferable as he looked. He was a really energetic person, sure—but he was actually pretty fun to talk to.

• He thought your intelligence were amazing and wished to be as smart as you one day.

• As soon as he discovered basketball in middle school, he would always drag you to watch him play.

• He loved your advice and tips on his playstyle, it always made him improve which was something he was really grateful for.

• Even when you two were still friends, he would brag you to everyone.

• He would show off your inventions and playfully mock how no one was as smart as you.

• You were, of course, his personal tutor.

• By the time high school came, Kise was stuck by your side like glue.

• He was so comfortable with you. Hell, he would even walk shirtless around you.

• When he first became a model in middle school, so many of his fan girls were jealous of you.

• You honestly didn’t care and kept trying to tell them that you didn’t have any interest in Kise (which wasn’t completely true) but they would still harass you every chance they got.

• But of course, Kise would defend you every time. He would even intimidate his own fans if that meant they would leave you alone.

• That didn’t stop them from glaring at you in the halls, though…

• When Kise finally realized he’s in love with you, is when you gave your attention to someone else.

• You had praised one of his teammates, Kasamatsu.

• Kasamatsu had blushed a bit when you complimented him—because you usually don’t compliment anyone other than Kise.

• You smiled, smiled — before walking away. You never smiled at anyone other than Kise.

• That’s when he felt it in his chest—jealousy.

• Really big, deep jealousy. 

• He didn’t want anyone to have your attention except him.

• After practice, he confronted you.

• “What was that all about?”

• For once, Kise’s voice wasn’t all jolly. It was filled with irritation, even when he tried not to show it.

• You were confused at first, not understanding why he was so annoyed—and he ended up snapping.

• “I don’t like it when you give other people your attention. I want you only to pay attention to me.”

• Kise practically confessed his love for you in that moment, and you were starting to think you liked him back from how much your heart fluttered at his words.

• When you two started dating, Kise got so much more clingier.

• Constantly spams you over text, calls you at least once a day, always says he misses you to his friends, always kisses your cheek in public, and so much more.

• He is of course the PDA type of guy, but it’s only if you’re comfortable with it that he’ll give you affection in public.

• He hates how busy you are sometimes, especially when you’re working on building something.

• If he ever got paired up with a female model to work on something, he would refuse to work with her. 

• Proudly saying “I can’t work with a woman. I have a beautiful, smart girlfriend at home.”

• Whenever you tutor him, he can’t help but not pay attention. He’s always staring at you with love-filled eyes.

• He loves listening to love songs because it will forever remind him of you.

• It feels messed up to admit, but Kise loves whenever you get jealous.

• If his fan girls ever crowded him anywhere and you got jealous, he loves that so much.

• You’re always so…blank and non-expressive, so seeing you jealous means you care about Kise just as much as he cares about you.

• Will always wear the best cologne just to hear a praise from you.

• Kise would just be the sweetest and the most energetic boyfriend ever😭 he’s so cuteee🩵

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Murasakibara Atsushi

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• You and Murasakibara met in a convenience store, of course you did.

• Young Murasakibara was buying a huge amount of sweets, usually minding his business until he spotted you.

• He noticed you seemed around his age, and you weren’t buying food…you were buying small mechanical appliances and specific materials.

• “Why are you buying that…?”

• Murasakibara asked that in a blunt, straight-forward manner. His voice coming from behind you.

• You turned around and saw Murasakibara—tall even as a child—holding loads of snacks in his arms.

• You raised a brow at how many snacks he had.

• “Why are you buying all that?”

• “I’ll only tell you if you tell me why’re you buying that.”

• You stared at him for a few seconds, a bit caught off guard before a smile appeared on your face.

• You explained what you were buying and why you were buying it, but Murasakibara just stared at you in lazy confusion.

• “Too long…I’m not understanding all that.”

• You couldn’t help but giggle a bit, you found Murasakibara quite funny.

• That’s how you two became friends.

• You really did like hanging out with Murasakibara. He was calm and blunt, not loud and nosy like the other kids in your age group.

• Murasakibara thought you balanced each other out. He was unusually tall for his age, you were unusually smart for yours.

• He didn’t really make a big deal out of your intelligence. Yeah, you were smart. That’s cool, so what?

• It wasn’t until he broke something that belonged to him—having unusual strength and all.

• But you fixed it for him, making it as good as new. That’s when he realized how amazing and rare your talent really is.

• “You’re useful. Stay.”

• Ever since then, Murasakibara glued by your side.

• He didn’t even try to hide how jealous he got whenever you spoke to someone else.

• When you reached high school, you two were basically inseparable.

• He didn’t even need to ask for you to bring him snacks everyday.

• Whenever he accidentally broke something (which happened a lot) you were always there, fixing it easily.

• He admired you, even if he didn’t show it.

• How you and Murasakibara started dating was…different than how other people would usually start dating.

• He didn’t dramatically confess to you or anything.

• He saw someone getting too close to you, and he didn’t like that.

• “Move.”

• That was all he needed to say to scare the guy off.

• You were confused by Murasakibara’s behavior, raising a brow at him. But he just looked at you blankly.

• “What? You’re mine, not his.”

• “Atsushi, what? We’re not dating. I don’t belong to you.”

• Murasakibara started at you in disinterest when you said that, like you were crazy.

• “Then let’s just date, it’s easier.”

• Murasakibara said that so bluntly, you thought he was messing with you—but he wasn’t.

• Murasakibara as a boyfriend was really clingy, I think we all know that.

• He doesn’t hide his jealousy, either.

• Doesn’t hesitate to scare off any guys that try to even be near you.

• Murasakibara definitely has the best hugs.

• Cuddling with this guy is like cuddling the biggest stuffed animal in existence.

• His body heat keeps you so warm and comforted.

• He randomly pulls you onto his lap, even when you’re in public.

• His kisses always feel so lazy and low-effort but he still manages to dominate you in make out sessions somehow.

• You never let  Murasakibara touch any of your stuff.

• His large hands always manage to break your inventions when you let him touch any of them.

• Whenever his hand goes under your shirt to lay on your stomach, his hand manages to cover your entire stomach.

• He loves hugging you from behind and place his chin on top of your head, even when it startles you.

• Yes, he has to bend down to kiss you. That’s why he just grabs your sides and wrap your legs around his waist, making you two the same level when he kisses you.

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Akashi Seijuro (best for last🤧)

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• Oh boy, I am SO excited to write his part. Akashi, I love you💔

• You and Akashi met by his father noticing you first.

• His father approved of your phenomenal intelligence—and wanted you to meet his son, Seijuro.

• When your parents found out they wanted you at the Akashi Estate, they thought this could be an amazing opportunity for you—so they accepted.

• When first you arrived at the mansion, it was very…awkward.

• Akashi’s father intimidated the hell out of you, and you weren’t interested in meeting his son, “Seijuro”.

• Not until you actually met Seijuro.

• He was oddly mature for his age. He had great manners and discipline, you liked that about him.

• You were put alone in Seijuro’s room with him, to start a conversation.

• To your surprise, Seijuro actually asked interesting and fair questions about your intelligence—and you found yourself more than happy to answer.

• When he tried to recreate one of your inventions, he failed but was incredibly close to succeeding. 

• For once, you were the one impressed by someone’s intelligence and not the other way around.

• Akashi’s father was thrilled to hear you and Seijuro were genuinely getting along—but not for the right reasons.

• As you and Seijuro grew up together—your interactions were mostly scheduled.

• But the more Seijuro spent time with you, the more he would seek out your presence.

• You were one of the few people Seijuro chose to spend time with—not because he had to, but because he wanted to.

• When his mother passed away, you comforted Seijuro the entire time.

• Whenever Akashi’s father was too harsh on Seijuro, he would come to you—because being with you made Seijuro felt loved.

• Seijuro’s feelings wouldn’t be obvious at first—not even to himself.

• He always thought he would end up in an arranged marriage with a woman he’ll never love.

• In Teiko, everyone saw how close you and Seijuro were.

• When Seijuro became the official captain of the Teiko Basketball Team, you were the first to support him.

• That’s why when he showed up to school one day with one his eyes golden, you immediately knew it wasn’t the Seijuro you knew.

• When that happened, you and Seijuro—or should I say, Akashi distanced from each other.

• He strictly told you to never refer him to his first name.

• You didn’t cry, didn’t beg for him back, didn’t do anything really.

• You were devastated that your best friend was gone—but there was nothing you could do about it.

• When high school came, you and Akashi only ever met now because of schedule meetings arranged by your parents.

• You went to Rakuzan with Akashi—because of course you did. 

• You never talked to Akashi anymore—all your conversations with him was business or education related.

• You sometimes caught him staring at you in class, but you didn’t think much about it.

• You were convinced you hated Akashi’s guts—where did the kind boy you once knew go? He did you dirty, and you had a grudge against him because of that.

• It wasn’t until you two got paired up for a school project. You were mortified when the teacher announced you’ll be working with Akashi of all people.

• You even tried talking to the teacher after class in private about changing your partner, but the teacher dismissed you.

• “You both are the top students in my class. I’m sure you’ll do great on the project.”

• But getting a good grade wasn’t what you were worried about…

• After the teacher left, you just stood where you were—wondering what you could do to avoid working with Akashi.

• Akashi soon approached you about the project, insisting on working the project at his house and you should walk with him there.

• At this point you had just accepted your fate and walked with him to his house.

• You and Akashi finished the project in less than an hour easily, of course.

• When you were done with the project, you were already standing up and ready to leave.

• But before you could…

• “Wait.”

• Akashi’s voice made a shiver run down your spine as you cursed yourself silently. 

• Nonetheless, you turned around with a forced smile.

• “Yes, Akashi…?”

• Hearing his surname come out of your mouth made him stand up as well, inching closer to you.

• “You used to call me Seijuro.”

• You bristled at his audacity, but before you could fire back anything—his lips on yours silenced you.

• You froze, completely. And when he finally pulled away, you just stood there with a red face.

• “I’ve missed you, Y/N. I have considered this carefully…and I wish for you to remind by my side.”

• That was his confession, saying he wanted to be romantically involved with you.

• When you and Seijuro started dating, your grudge against him was still there somewhat.

• You didn’t forget what he did, and he respected that.

• That’s why he would often spoil you to try and get you to have fun whim again.

• He even bought you a necklace that had the “S” initial.

• You acted like you didn’t care when he gave it to you—but he noticed how you started wearing it the next day.

• Slowly day by day, you found yourself forgiving him automatically. You just fell deeper in love with him everyday.

• He often places his finger under your chin and lifts your head up whenever he wants you to look at him.

• He often plays Shogi with you—and there are times where you have actually won.

• He deeply respects you and sees you as his equal.

• Whenever you two are just laying in bed and you run your fingers through his hair—he relaxes and tightens his grip around you. He loves when you play with his hair.

• He’ll always watch you build your inventions, the entire process of you building them because of how patient he is.

• He is so fascinated by how you build your mechanical items.

• He’ll make you go to all of his games, bonus if you show up wearing one of his jerseys.

• Surprisingly so, he gets jealous and possessive very fast.

• He won’t feel jealous because he’s worried someone would steal you from him, oh no. He’s jealous because a guy would like you that much to actually talk to you, knowing that you belong to Seijuro and Seijuro only.

• I’ll make sure every project, every assignment, every single pairing in class is you being paired up with him. No one else.

• There were a lot of times you have been approached by Seijuro’s crazy fangirls.

• When Seijuro found out his fangirls practically harassed you, he was fuming.

• “You will approach my woman with respect, do you understand?”

• He would say to those girls with a disgusted glare, and they would just nod before sprinting away.

• As soon as you and Seijuro started dating, he had already planned a future with you.

• So when you and Seijuro grdauated high school, he didn’t waste time to propose to you. And you of course accepted.

MDNI 18+!

Warnings: Making out, Oral (fem! receiving), Locker room sex, Lowkey hate fucking, Aged up, Aftercare at the end! Also this is my first smut so it might be a little sloppy😓 Again, not really proofread so my apologies!

wc: 2.7k

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Aomine had just faced a frustrating loss. No matter how old he gets or how many times he’ll lose in a game, he’ll always lose his shit over it.

He was currently in the locker room, hunched over on a bench when all his teammates already left. 

His jersey was forgotten on the floor as sweat dripped down his body and face, replaying the final score of the game in his head. He was just getting more and more frustrated as his mind kept thinking about how he lost.

The last time he lost was all the way back in high school, against Seirin. That day was the day he realized even he can lose sometimes. Doesn’t mean it’ll make him forget about such a loss.

Aomine snapped out of his trance when you walked into the locker room, freezing mid-step as you finally found who you were looking for. Aomine.

“Daiki? What are you doing here? It’s getting late.”—You gently scolded, not happy how he got you so worried just to end up sulking in the locker room.

Aomine didn’t answer, keeping his gaze on the floor beneath him. That caused you to briefly frown as you stepped closer.

“Daiki?”—You called out once again, waiting for some kind of response from him. But he just stayed silent.

You and Aomine were pretty close friends. You had met in high school and sort of stuck by his side ever since. Sure, the guy was stubborn and a bit of an asshole at times, but he had a good heart.

Aomine finally took a glimpse at you with half-lidded eyes. “Leave me alone.”—Aomine grumbled, his gaze returning to the ground.

You sighed, realising he was going to be stubborn about this. Like always.

“Daiki, seriously. Go home. You can’t stay here.”—You tried telling him, worried about him maybe thinking too much about the previous game.

But Aomine didn’t answer once again. You were starting to get frustrated yourself. Why couldn’t he just listen and go home? Why did he feel the need to stay stubborn and ignore your worried protests? It was getting on your nerves. And so, you snapped a bit.

“You’re not going to fix the loss by sitting here all night!”—You finally managed to say, your tone coming off slightly harsher than you intended.

Aomine’s head snapped up as his gaze moved to you. He didn’t want to admit it, but what you just said hit a nerve. “Then stop talking like you know what I need.”—Aomine snapped back, his eyes darkening as his anger started to boil inside him.

You could see the anger in his gaze, could see this was going to become a heated argument, but you were no better than Aomine. Your pride was too good for you to back down and so, you kept firing back.

“I guess I do know what you need, at least better than yourself. You’re not in high school anymore, Daiki!”—You responded with your voice slightly getting louder with each word.

That was when Aomine finally stood up and turned to you, anger full blown visible in his eyes. He was certainly not happy with you comparing him to his old high school self.

“Stop acting like you know me better than I know myself!”—Aomine finally shouted back, his volume of voice matching yours.

“Maybe I do! You’re just too childish to make proper adult decisions!”—You responded back, both you and Aomine getting angrier and angrier with each other. The entire argument was just you two calling each other out and going back and forth.

It wasn’t long before you finally had enough of his bullshit and turned around to leave. “Whatever, Daiki. You seriously need to grow up and act like an adult.”—Was the last thing you said before attempting to storm out of the locker room, but a hand caught your wrist.

A rough, briefly calloused hand. You turned around to see Aomine had gently grabbed onto your wrist. He was still angry, that much was visible on his face, but his touch was gentle. Why?

“…Daiki? What are you doing?”—You finally managed to say, breaking the heated silence of the room.

Aomine didn’t answer for a bit, as if he didn’t know himself. His grip on your wrist subtly tightened before his gaze met yours. “…Don’t leave.”—Aomine quietly said, almost inaudible but you managed to catch what he said.

But honestly, you thought you were mishearing him. “What?”—You couldn’t help but say, confusion clear in your voice.

Aomine just grumbled and looked away, a small hint of redness on his cheeks. “I said….stay. I don’t want you to leave.”—Aomine repeated, his voice louder this time.

You just stared at Aomine with wide eyes, not believing what you were hearing. You thought Aomine was in a state of mind where he wanted nothing to do with you because of how angry he seemed, but you guess you were wrong.

Your expression softened, a small hint of a smile tugging at your lips. You didn’t even realize it, but you were inching closer and closer to Aomine. Aomine noticed but didn’t even try to stop you. In fact, he stepped closer himself.

Closer, closer, and closer.

Before neither of you knew it, your lips were attached to one another. The kiss wasn’t soft or sweet, nothing like how all your past kisses were. Aomine kissed you like he was starving, like he wasn’t shouting at you a few minutes ago.

Aomine slowly backed you up towards the wall without breaking the kiss, your back hitting the locker behind you.

Aomine’s lips slowly slipped down from yours and made contact with your neck instead. He left a few hickeys and bite marks on your neck before going even lower until reached your collarbone.

He pulled away from your collarbone but only to drop to his knees. Your eyes widened when you saw him do that, panic rising in you but Aomine’s voice cut through your thoughts.

“Can I?”—Aomine asked, and you knew exactly what he was referring to. You were still a bit hesitant, but your arousal was getting the best of you. You didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had with Aomine, but you wanted him to fuck you so bad, the desperation is crazy.

“Yes…yes please.”—You finally managed to respond with a few pants in between. Aomine didn’t  hesitate to bury his face between your thighs. He pushed your skirt up roughly and pulled your panties aside, exposing your lower body to him.

You were already wet, so much so that it was dripping down your thighs. Aomine’s eyes widened at the sight of your dripping wet pussy. A low, hungry growl escaped him as he stared at your most intimate part. 

Without hesitation, he leaned in and took a long, slow lick from the bottom of your slit all the way up to your clit. “Fuck…”

That slow, agonizing lick made you throw your head back and moan at the contact. Aomine groaned against your folds, the taste of your wetness exploding on his tongue. You tasted even better than he imagined—sweet and addictive, just like candy. 

He started licking and sucking at your pussy like a starving man, his large hands gripping your thighs roughly to keep you open for him. “So fucking good.”

You were already feeling a knot in the low part of your stomach, Aomine’s tongue on you feeling too good for you to think. “D-Daiki…!”—You moaned his name loudly, your thighs clenching around his head.

Aomine didn’t even properly hear your pleas from how focused he was eating you out, his pace being aggressive and sloppy. His tongue was pushing inside your tight hole while his thumb rubbed circles around your clit. 

The locker room echoed with the wet sounds of Aomine’s mouth on your pussy and your desperate moans. You finally couldn’t take it anymore, feeling your orgasm building up inside you fast. “I…I’m gonna-ngh!“—You were cut off by Aomine giving your pussy a slow suck, causing your thighs to start to shake.

Aomine could feel your thighs quivering around his head, your walls clenching around his invading tongue. He redoubled his efforts, sucking on your clit like a lollipop while two fingers pushed inside you, curling upwards to press that perfect spot.

“Then cum.”—he said as he growled against your dripping pussy. “Cum on my face, sweetheart. Let me drink you all up.”

That was exactly what pushed you over the edge, causing you to cum all over his face. He moaned in pleasure as your sweet juices flooded his mouth and spilled down his chin. He lapped at you greedily, not letting a single drop go to waste. 

When your orgasm finally subsided, he looked up at you with a satisfied, messy smirk—his face dripping with your cum. “Tastes like fucking honey.”—Aomine purred, licking his lips.

But you didn’t answer, you could barely even register what he had just said as your mind was empty. You were in an orgasm state as your thighs were still briefly quivering.

You thought you and Aomine were done, that he was satisfied. But God, were you wrong.

He stood up and crashed his messy face against yours, kissing you deeply so you could taste yourself on his tongue. His hard dick pressed against your stomach through his basketball shorts. 

“My turn.” he growled between kisses, starting to unbutton his shorts. He quickly shoved his shorts and boxers down, his hard cock springing free—thick and already glistening with pre-cum.

Your eyes immediately dropped down to his cock. Cause damn—it was big. How was that going to fit inside your tiny hole? Aomine’s tongue barely fit inside of you.

Aomine noticed the terrified awe in your eyes as you stared at his size. A dark, arrogant smirk spread across his face as he wrapped his hand around his thick shaft, giving it a slow pump. 

“Scared, princess?”—Aomine teased, stepping between your shaking legs. “Don't worry. I'll make it fit."—He said before he tapped the heavy tip against your soaking wet slit.

You whimpered at the brief contact against your slit, but you still looked unsure. “Are you sure…?”—You asked in a hesitant tone.

Aomine’s expression subtly softened as he leaned down, kissing you softly to reassure you, though his smirk remained arrogant. “Positive.”—he confirmed before he rubbed his thick tip against your clit, gathering your wetness to slick himself up.

“You're dripping for me. Relax.”—he reassured you, then he pressed forward, slowly pushing the massive head inside your tight entrance, groaning at the resistance. 

“Just breathe, sweetheart.”—Aomine tried to say, letting you adjust to his size but he himself wasn’t really able to take how your pussy was clenching around him. 

As soon as Aomine entered inside, your pussy was clenching uncontrollably around him, causing his head to fall back with a guttural groan, his jaw clenching hard as he fought the urge to explode instantly. 

The feeling of your tiny cunt clenching around his massive thickness was almost blindingly tight. “F-fuck... stop squeezing me so hard..."—Aomine choked out, his fingers digging bruisingly into your hips.

“I-I can’t help it…”—You said, squeezing your eyes shut tightly as you ran your nails against his back, most definitely leaving some scratch marks.

The way your walls pulsed and clenched around Aomine like a fucking velvet vice was the hottest thing he'd ever felt. He finally decided to move as he pushed deeper, his thick cock stretching you impossibly wide. Aomine groaned, now balls deep inside you. “You feel too fucking good.”

You whimpered and moaned loudly once he pushed deeper, your nails digging into the skin of his back. “Nngh…D…Daiki…!!”—You screamed between pants.

Aomine hearing his name fall from your lips in that high-pitched, desperate voice nearly broke him. He started moving his hips, pulling back until only the tip remained inside, then thrusting forcefully back in, making you cry out again. “There it is.” he growled approvingly.

Your hands eventfully left his back and gripped onto his shoulders for support. “D-deeper, please!”—You moaned out, almost desperate for him to go faster.

Aomine’s hips snapped forward harder, burying himself completely inside you with a wet slap. He lifted your legs higher around his waist, angling himself to hit deeper. 

“Like this?”—he rasped, thrusting up at that new angle—each stroke hitting that deep spot inside you that made your vision blur. “You're clenching so tight, I can barely breathe."

When Aomine heard your moans becoming louder the rougher he got, he started picking up his tempo. His thrusts became rapid, hard, and brutal—each one ramming his thick length impossibly deep into your quivering body. 

The locker room now echoed with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, wet squelching noises, and your constant stream of moans and whimpers. “Fucking take it, baby.”—Aomine whispered into your ear, gently nipping at your earlobe.

Your enticing noises was driving Aomine over his edge, your pussy clenching uncontrollably around his cock. The combination of your tightness and those obscene sounds you were making was making him delirious with pleasure. 

He felt like he was fucking a wet, velvet glove that was determined to milk his cock dry. “Your pussy is going to make me cum so fast.”—Aomine moaned out, feeling his climax building up.

“…Th-then cum. Please.”—You whimpered, feeling that familiar knot building up into the lower part of your stomach yourself. Your orgasm was close.

Aomine’s eyes rolled back as he felt his balls tightening, his thrusts becoming erratic and deep. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you down onto his cock as he buried himself to the hilt.

Aomine thrusted inside your pussy one last time before he managed to pull out at the last second, his semen oozing all over your stomach. 

His head dropped onto your shoulder, both of you breathing heavily as sweat dripped down your temple. Aomine snaked his arms around your waist possessively before he lifted his head up to meet your gaze.

“…The shower’s right there. We should get ourselves cleaned up.”—Aomine whispered, still panting heavily. You physically couldn’t reply, just nodded a yes.

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You and Aomine were currently in the shower, Aomine promising to take care of you after how rough he’d been. 

He was bent down slightly for you to be able to reach his hair as you messaged shampoo onto his navy blue locks. When you were done doing so, he straightened his back again as he watched you do the same with your own hair.

After you two rinsed out your hair, Aomine suddenly wrapped his arms around your body from behind tightly, causing you to squeak out in surprise.

“D-Daiki?”—You said, your voice confused. But Aomine didn’t answer, just kept his arms around you.

“You’re still sticking around, right?”—Aomine asked in an unusually quiet tone, as if he were hoping you’d say yes.

You blinked, not sure what he exactly meant by that. Did he expect you to leave him after everything you two had just done? No way.

You let out a brief chuckle. “Of course I am, silly. You’re still my friend, nothing changed.”—You said, smiling softly now.

Aomine sighed in relief, his grip on your body tightening as his signature smirk came back on his face. “But we’re doing this more often, that’s what’s changed.”—Aomine said teasingly, which caused you to laugh.

After you two got out of the shower, you went to go get dressed. You got dressed before Aomine did so you were waiting outside of the changing rooms for him when you realised it was already midnight. Oh right, you two had done all that in the locker rooms.

After Aomine finished changing, he leaned his chin onto your shoulders. “Cmon, i’ll drive you home.”—Aomine said into your ear. 

You smiled when you heard his voice and nodded as a ‘sure’. But before you and Aomine left the locker rooms, you wrapped your arms around his neck and asked him the question that has been on your mind this entire time.

“Did I help comfort you about that loss?”

“Are you kidding? I forgot that I lost hours ago.” 

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Kuroko was used to being invisible. That was what he was known for.

People never noticed him even if he was right by their side. People never thought about him nor his feelings even if they were supposedly “friends”.

That was Kuroko’s life. A life where he was invisible.

But Kuroko didn’t mind, he had gotten used to it. At least that’s what he told himself.

So it was only reasonable to think Y/N was the same, right? 

Kuroko was convinced Y/N would forget about him. Would forget about his feelings and his presence as a whole. 

They were two worlds apart, anyway. Y/N was popular, known, acknowledged. Everything Kuroko wasn’t.

But he was proven wrong, badly. 

Whenever Y/N and Kuroko were in the same room, she would always notice him first. 

Whenever Kuroko was forgotten by others, Y/N was quick to include him.

For once, someone didn’t see him as “just a shadow to someone’s light”. 

Y/N saw him as an actual person. A person with feelings that were meant to be recognized just like everybody else’s.

Kuroko didn’t realize how much he wished to have some recognition until Y/N gave it to him.

And for a long time, he had always seen Y/N as a close friend of his. A close friend that would always make him feel seen.

It wasn’t until a certain night he realized his true feelings towards the girl.

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"Whoa, the stars are pretty…"

Y/N muttered under her breath as she admired the moonlight sky.

Kuroko and Y/N were currently outside in a park, gazing at the stars.

This was, of course, Y/N’s idea to go here. She suggested the idea mostly to gawk at the stars.

Kuroko hadn’t spoken much the entire time they’ve been here, just listening Y/N ramble about the beauty of the stars above them.

Even if Kuroko didn’t say it, he could agree. The stars sure were beautiful. 

"It’s so cool how each star has its own backstory and meaning!"— Y/N said in a tone full of adoration.

Kuroko just hummed slightly, staring up at the sky. 

“Which one’s your favorite?"—Kuroko asked, finally speaking up.

Y/N hummed as she thought about the question she had just received. After a few seconds, she turned to Kuroko with a confident smile as she had just gotten her answer.

“The Vega star, alongside the Altair. Vega and Altair are said to be lovers separated by the Milky Way, allowed to reunite just once a year. Isn’t that fascinating?”

Y/N explained, her voice softened into a quieter tone when she said that. Her gaze eventfully turned back up into the sky. 

But Kuroko wasn’t looking at the stars.

His gaze was on her instead.

Vega and Altair…allowed to reunite once a year. Yet still remained in love with one another.

Did such love still exist in this world?

Kuroko stayed silent as his eyes stayed on Y/N’s face. His heart began subtly pounding against his chest.

Maybe love like that did exist.

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