Aomine + Murasakibara + Midorima + Kise + Imayoshi being told their s/o is crying somewhere and they go off to comfort her <3 love your content btw 👌🏼 thanks
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Aomine Daiki:Imayoshi placed a hand on Aomine’s back, causing the Ace to face him with a rather irritated look. When Imayoshi’s wry, generic grin was nowhere present on his face, however, he paid more attention. “Have you talked to ___ lately? Sakurai saw them behind the gym crying a bit ago.” No more words needed to be exchanged before Aomine turned around and ran for the gym. People huffed and shouted at him as he elbowed them aside impatiently, face a visible mix of irritable and worried as he ran to look for you.
When he found you, his heart lurched forward in his throat and his eyebrows knit together. The sight of you curled behind the gym and covering your eyes to avoid anyone seeing your crying face burned his heart. “Hey, hey.” Aomine muttered gently as he squatted down next to you, arm immediately engulfing you. You jolted in surprise and looked up, identifying Aomine through blurry tears as he watched your face with concern, “If someone made you cry, I’ll kick that bastard’s ass.” The words were muttered more to himself as he pulled you closer, covering your face with his jacket so no one coming by would see you as he rested his head against your own, “You’re safe now, okay? Tell me what happened.”
Imayoshi Shouichi:“Captain,” Wakamatsu murmured as he passed by Imayoshi in the hallway. The other boy paused in adjusting his book bag to peer upwards with a curious glance. “Um…I saw ___ a second ago. They were crying in the courtyard. Did something happen?”
Imayoshi’s frown hardened as he adjusted his bag and turned onto his heels with a click of his tongue. “No,” He murmured almost too darkly to be considered safe, “but I’m going to find out.” Thanking Wakamatsu, the Touou captain turned and hurried his way out of the area. His blood was boiling at first, mind racing to figure out the best way to punish whoever had made you cry. When he saw you sitting in the courtyard bench, however, eyes spilling over with tears and chest heaving as you tried to stifle your sobs, he switched gears. Sitting next to you, soft words and strong arms engulfed you as he used one hand to wipe off your tears. “You look cute even when you’re face is all red like this,” He teased gently to break the solemness of the air. When you tried to hide your head again, he held your chin with his fingers and brought your face close to his own. “Hey now,” He murmured, “What’s with all of the tears, ___? If you tell me, you know I’ll make sure it gets fixed. I promise~.”
Kise Ryouta:“Wasn’t that ___ back in the storage closet?” A stranger’s murmur caught Kise’s ears above the rest of generic hallway chatter. There was a sympathetic humming noise from someone else as they replied, “I think so yeah. Poor thing, they were crying huh?”
___? Crying!? Kise jolted with worry, excusing himself from the entourage following him in favor of running towards the direction of the storage closets. When he located the nearest one, nestled cozily on the side of the wall in an abandoned hallway, he pulled open the door slowly. The light shone upon your curled up form and you jerked your head upwards, eyes red and puffy as tears continued to pour from your ducts. Kise’s brain burned as he wondered what on earth could have made you like this. Squatting in front of you, he placed one hand on either side of your arms and yanked you into a tight hug. As you tried in his arms, Kise stroked your hair and ran his nails along the small of your back in an attempt to comfort you. “___cchi? What happened?! You can tell me, you know that! Please let me help, okay? I don’t like seeing you cry…”
Midorima Shintarou:“Shin-chan, I think ___ might need you right about now.” Takao’s voice echoed in Midorima’s ears. It lacked its normal excitement, normal mischievous glimmer, and raised a red flag in the back of Midorima’s subconscious. Facing his teammate, Midorima lowered the basketball in his hand with a questioning gaze. Takao sighed and softly jerked his head towards the gym exit, “Art room…They sounded like they were crying.”
Midorima put the basketball back, excused himself for a few moments, and exited the gym calmly. Once he was out of sight from his teammates and anyone else who still might have been around the campus at the time, he broke out into a quick-walk/almost run towards the art classroom. He peered in cautiously only to find you sitting at one of the desks. You stared at the floor as tears streamed down your reddening face. Worry bloomed in Midorima’s chest, but he wasn’t sure how to go about this. Taking a deep breath, the shooting guard entered the room. You stirred to look at him only when he touched your shoulder from behind. The saddened gaze you gave him was almost too much to handle as he averted his eyes and cleared his throat. He didn’t bother to ask if you were okay, clearly you were not. All he said instead, hand gripping your shoulder as reassurance, was, “Y-You don’t need to cry anymore…Whatever it is. Whatever happened, I promise I’ll take care of it, nanodayo.”
Murasakibara Atsushi:“Nehhh, Murochin, where’s ___chin?” Murasakibara questioned his teammate as they began to walk to their dorms, “___chin promised to take me to their parent’s candy store today and get whatever I wanted-.” Himuro frowned solemnly at the question. Slowly, he answered, “The last I saw ___ they were near the school gardens…I think they were upset. ___ was crying.”
“Ah? Who made ___chin cry?” Murasakibara wondered out loud as he stuck one last piece of pocky into his mouth and put the rest of the box into his school bag, “Guess I’ll have to go find out and crush that person for them.” With that, he lumbered off to the school gardens. Upon arriving and seeing your trembling form leaning up against one of the larger trees in the area, Murasakibara frowned. He approached, shadow casting over you like something out of an eerie horror movie, but you knew better. You froze, looking up with wide eyes and red, blotchy cheeks. Murasakibara reached down to wipe a couple of your tears away while cradling your face in one of his large palms. “Ahhhh, ___chin looks bad when they cry.” He pouted down before pulling out a piece of pocky with his free hand and offering it to you, “I don’t like sharing, but if ___chin is crying it must be an emergency. Chocolate helps all emergencies.” He holds you against his frame and continues to offer you chocolate until you calm down.
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