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Aomine: The stars are beautiful. But you know what else is beautiful?

Kuroko: No.

Aomine: Basketball.

Kuroko: I agree.

#knb #aokuro #basketball dorks #aomine daiki #kuroko tetsuya

thank you! *sobs quietly* that's so beautiful and heart-warming, thank you!! <3 can I request more please? (sorry, AoKi is life <3<3) takes place during wc finals, after the awarding ceremony, Aomine congratulates Kise and they patch things up ('cause you know their IH match was heartbreaking but we didn't see some angst between them after, they just suddenly become 'ok' after it even without proper talking), and maybe accidental/forced/awkward confession? Light angst plus fluff, thanks again!

Aw you’re welcome! *hug you back* I’m so excited about this ‘ask’, I wonder what it is… lmao xP Take your time! Have a good day too! <3<3

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scenario with Kise and Aomine where Kise stops admiring Aomine (after Kaijo vs Touou) and fawning over him altogether, after some time Aomine realizes he wants Kise’s attention all to himself after all and confronts him, insert love confession? thanks so much your AoKise are so amazing especially the one with punching Haizaki <3

Hi dears!Sorry if I made you wait! First, thank you for your kind words! I’m really happythat you like my Aokise’s things! (I LOVE THEM TOO) Second, since you two sentme similar asks on the same day, I decided to answer with one but longerdrabble! I hope you’ll be satisfied with this, let me know and thank you foryour support!

AoKise, Angst+ Fluff, After Seirin’s victory, Confession

Don’t Stop Following Me

Aomine fought with the crowd of people that was tryingto leave the stadium and cursed every single one of them. Were they a flock ofsheep or what? He had also lost sight of Momoi, damn.

After an interminable struggle, he finally reached theexit and inhaled fresh air. He immediately moved away from the mass, choosing amore secluded path. The sky was already dark and he was still thinking aboutKuroko and Seirin’s victory, when he caught sight of a well-known blond infront of him.

Instinctively, he raised a hand and called him.

“Oi Kise!”

He regretted his action on the spot, remembering thatwell, the last time they had spoken…he hadn’t been the best friend he couldhave been, right?

He hoped the boy hadn’t heard him, but, like a traineddog, Kise stopped and turned in a second.

“Aominecchi?” stuttered shocked, waiting for the otherto reach him.

Aomine could see his expressions going from happiness,to bitterness and finally to a blushing uneasiness. He wasn’t feeling anydifferent, but probably his face was frozen in the usual scowl.

“What are you doing here?” Kise asked, fidgeting withhis hands.

“Got separated from Momoi. I’m going home,” heexplained briefly, eyeing nervously the way Kise avoided meeting his eyes.

“Ah me too! But my team lives in the oppositedirection, so it’s fine!” he stifled a laughter, scratching his nape.

“I live near you,” Aomine blurted it before he couldrealize. Kise for a moment stilled, and then forced a smile. He had written onthe forehead that he was uncomfortable and part of Aomine would have liked topunch himself for making that implicit offer, but he had always been good atignoring people’s feelings and doing what he wanted, so why stop now?

“Let’s go,” he ordered with a nod and started walking.For a second, he didn’t heard any sound of footsteps behind him and his heart misseda beat, yet Kise moved in the end. Aomine sighed in relief, trying to erase theflashes of their last match from the mind.

Kise walked in silent by his side, hands in the pocketand eyes covered by the blonde bangs.

“Tetsu was right all along uh?” at some point Aominecommented to break the silence.

Kise blinked and pushed aside his own thoughts to lookat him.

“It seems so,” he agreed with a bittersweet smile. Hewas grateful to Kuroko for the new world he had showed him, but at the sametime the defeat still burned.

The silence dropped again.

“Listen,” Aomine burst, clenching his fists, “Aboutour match-” he began, but Kise interrupted him.

“Are you here to rub salt on the wound?” hissed indisbelief, glaring at him, and Aomine growled annoyed.

“I’m not, you idiot.”

“Strange, oh Unbeatable One,” Kise mocked him shakinghis head and Aomine hit him on the shoulder.

“I’ve never done something like that.” He alleged,wounded by Kise’s joke. He had been an asshole but he had never belittled Kise.

“That’s discussible.” The other insisted showing asmall pout and crossing his arms. Aomine felt the need to hit him again butrestrained himself and inhaled deeply.

“During that match,” he tried again, a littleuncertain of how and what he wanted to say, “You stopped following me.”

Kise stiffened and whipped his head to look at Aomine,eyes wide with shock.

“W-what do you mean?” he muttered. Aomine’s blue eyeswere serious as they never had and Kise felt a grip around his throat.

“What I said,” Aomine repeated more sure, slowing hispace, “you stopped following me.”

“I don’t know what are-”

“You’ve never done it before. You have always chasedafter me,” Aomine continued to speak, like his walls had broken down, “You werethe only one who never stopped chasing after me. It didn’t matter how strong Iwas becoming, it didn’t matter if the gap between us was growing larger, itdidn’t matter if I was unbeatable. You searched for me. You challenged me. Sowhy had you stopped?” he breathed in the end, slightly panting. He didn’t evennoticed he had slowly raised his voice and halted.

Kise was staring at him petrified and some passersbywere glancing curiously at them. But Aomine didn’t care. He didn’t even know hewas that angry until that moment.

“Why, Kise?” asked again. He needed an answer. He wasthinking about it from that time, growing more and more uneasy as days passedby.

The distressed tone that surfaced in his voiceunblocked the blond, who took a step back as if Aomine had slapped him and wrappedan arm around his own waist as to protect himself.

“Why? Because that way I could finally beat you. Orthat was what I thought.” He answered with a cold, disillusioned smile, “What’swrong? Your powerful self don’t accept my insubordination? You don’t like itwhen no one is fawning about how strong you are? Were you offended?” he spitedhis accuses one after the other letting all his bottled up anger surface.

“That’s not-”

“That’s not what?” Kise abruptly interrupted him andgrabbed him by the collar of the t-shirt, “Were you lonely because I wasn’tthere? Did you feel left behind? Well, welcome to my world.” Kise hissed, fewcentimeters away from his lips. Aomine speechlessly stared at his burninggolden eyes. Why his voice was so sad? Why he was on the verge of crying?

Kise let him slowly go, trying to calm his acceleratedbreathing. He didn’t want to speak anymore. He didn’t want to let him see histrue feelings a second longer.

“You’re such an egoist, Aomine,” he murmured with thesame cold expression he had worn during that fatal match. Then he turned andtried to walk away.

The sound of his name, without any suffix, without anycheerful inflection, echoed in Aomine head. He watched Kise’s back leaving anda thought crossed his mind: “Is this what you have seen for all those years?”

“Kise!” he called reaching for him, but the boy joltedand suddenly bolted away without turning.

Aomine cursed and sprinted after him, stretching hishand. He had never had the need to chase after something, he had never felt thefear of not reaching what he wanted. Yet he was learning how bitter and scaryit could be.

“Kise, stop!” he chased after the blond like his lifedepended on it. Kise tried his best and pushed his body to the limit, butAomine was still the best, wasn’t he?

He finally caught his wrist.

“Let me go!” Kise screamed, but he tightened the grip.

“No!” he roared before yanking and roughly slamming theboy against the nearest wall. He pinned him by the shoulders, impeding him fromwiggling out of his hold. “You have to listen to me!”

“Why? Why I have to?” Kise cried as desperation tookover.

“Because I don’t like you stop following me.” Aomineadmitted panting and letting his tiredness crept in his voice.

Kise tightened his lips and ducked his head,trembling.

“And what should I do, you egoistic idiot?” he repliedtrying to hold back the tears, “If you need a dog or a fool for your ownentertainment, find someone else. I can’t stand as player on your level becauseyou never recognize me, yet I can’t stop chasing your shadow and become aproper rival because you don’t want it. Do you want to make me even moremiserable? I’m tired of looking at you from afar…” he confessed finally droppingany resistance and shrinking against the wall.

“I don’t want you as a rival or player!” Aomineexclaimed instinctively. Only the pained expression that flashed on Kise’s facemade him realize that it wasn’t what he should have said.

“Are you a sadist?” Kise whined in disbelief. He wascrying and letting him crush his heart and that idiot just poured salt in thewound.

“That’s not what I meant!”

“Then be clear!”

“I’m trying to-”

“Do you want to break my heart again, you insensitive asshole?”

“I said I’m trying to-”

“Not that you car-”

“I’M TRYING TO CONFESS!” Aomine finally screamed itout, exasperated and annoyed at the same time. Why Kise had to speak that much?

“W-what?” Kise stuttered lifting his head and staring athim shocked, eyes still filled with shiny tears. He had to be mistaken…

“I’m trying to confess,” Aomine repeated slowly andrested his head against Kise’ shoulder, “I love you, I don’t want you to stop followingme. Please come back, even if I’m egoistic. Sorry for having realized it afterso long.”

Kise remained there, petrified for some seconds, andthen blinked at the blue haired head. Realization hit me.

“Aominecchi!” he suddenly shrilled and the other guyjumped for the surprise, “Repeat it!” begged catching his face between thehands and squeezing his cheeks.

“Uh?” Aomine looked at Kise dumbfounded and tried tobreak free, but the guy’s fingers remained planted into his skin. He wasstaring at him with eyes full of expectancy and incredulousness.

“Say it again!”

“No.” he grunted avoiding his gaze.

“Aominecchi! Please!”

“I’ve already said it. Stop with this shit and answerme.”

“I’m not answering if you don’t say it again.” Kisethreatened serious and Aomine groaned defeated.

“…I love you, go out with me,” He muttered unwillinglyand embarrassed. A light pink hue colored his dark cheeks.

Kise slowly let him go and took a step back to lookproperly ad Aomine, struck by both euphoria and confusion. It had happened sofast and after so long at the same time. He felt lightheaded, as if he wasstill caught in a dream. A happy dream.

“Oi, you said you were going to answer!” Aominefretted, trying to calm down his own heart. He was starting to believe thatKise was going to escape again. Not that he could have blamed him but-

“Yes.”

Aomine stared at Kise’s blushing face. He was wearinga bright smile, the one of the old days, and his eyes shined brightly. All thesadness had finally left him.

“Yes, I love you too,” Kise beamed, as he vibrantlyaccepted his confession. He didn’t even hoped it for it anymore and yet. He wason the verge of exploding for the happiness.

The other boy suddenly crouched to the ground.

“Thank God!” Aomine sighed in relief holding his headbetween the hands; “Don’t tease me like this!” growled glaring up at the blond,who had burst into a lighthearted laughter.

“Now we’re even!” Kise chanted playfully, bendingslightly towards him with a mischievous smirk.

Aomine however didn’t miss the chance and suddenlygrabbed his collar; in a swift move dragged him down and planted a rough kisson his soft lips.

“Now, we’reeven.” Aomine allured satisfied when they divided, licking his lips. Kise’sface flushed even more and, with a whimper, he let himself fall into Aomine’sarms, on the ground.

“That’s sly, Aominecchi!”

Some old ladies on the street that had stopped towatch the entire scene clapped furiously and dried their eyes withhandkerchiefs, expressing aloud compliments and congratulations. Ah, thoseyounglings in love!

Anime-Nia-Writings KNB Event: Your blog would be a lovely place for Kise! He's a loveable dork

uwAAAAHHH REALLY? Well maybe that could work considering how my blog theme is all about beauty~ ohoh

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ABOUT ME: KUROBAS EDITION

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Green

Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Pairing: Midorima/Takao Warning: boyxboy A/N: Was originally going to post this as part of a larger MidoTaka thing...but whatever, will probably post it as a part of a whole on FF eventually.

Somewhere along the line, green became his favourite colour. Not the green of grass or the green of avocado skins, certainly not the green of his ancient stuffed crocodile. But green nonetheless. Still he kept this information to himself, when people asked he would say ‘blue’. Because his love for the colour green was the exact same shade of Midorima’s hair. His eyes too. Sometimes, Takao wondered why this was, why didn’t he like the colour of leaves instead? It tended to be obvious, this answer, he couldn’t lie to himself about it, but for as long as he was able he would ignore it and hope it went away.

If Midorima found it suspicious that Takao, who proclaimed his favourite colour blue, always used a green highlighter or a green pen or green sticky notes in his work books, he didn’t say. There were moments that Takao almost slipped up, moments when he stared too long at Midorima’s slightly disarrayed hair after basketball practice. He knew it was silly, but he bought at least three different packs of pencils, trying to find the right shade of green that would make his heart stutter and his mind turn to an appreciative mush.

He never found it. The colour evaded him, only ever showing itself when Midorima was present.

The moments in which he took to admire his favourite green, were usually in class or at basketball practice when Midorima was too focused elsewhere to notice Takao’s intense stare. He never took these moments for granted, for a few minutes he could gaze starry eyed and his chest could hurt without interruption.

Like firecrackers through the night air, every time his eyes landed on that familiar green his body would light up, emit a sense of such deep belonging and admiration that he feared that others may see the glow. To avoid such discoveries, he would lower his eyes; hide his shame by not looking at Midorima too long in public.

For some time, his adoration was easily hidden, but as time passed Takao noticed that he would anticipate the moments in which he could see that beautiful colour. As a result he would look forward to seeing Midorima or merely get exited upon hearing his name. The prospect of laying his eyes on that selective green made his heart flutter and he was sure he looked too eager to spend time with his friend.

Midorima didn’t seem to notice.

Takao had never really detected before how appropriate his dear friend’s name was. One day as he found himself doodling in the corner of a page, the green pen and Midorima’s name seemed to fit exactly. Midori, green. Midorima, Shin-chan. He chuckled to himself and started pressing his finger over the last two letters of his friend’s surname whenever his eyes landed on it.

It couldn’t have been long after his discovery that he had effectively added a ‘-ma’ after Midori and taken away the ‘-ma’ from Midorima every chance he could.

He was bored and studying with his Shin-chan, that green head bent low over a book in a way that allowed Takao to stare all he wanted. He tried to focus on the difficult translations before him, yet every time his eyes hit the blank white page, he remembered Midorima’s green-green eyes and how they could darken or lighten depending on his mood. Takao liked that green, no matter how dark or light, he discovered.

On his birthday everyone bought him gifts, the small trinkets and random clothing tended to be a general trend of blue. Takao cringed slightly at another blue sweat band and smiled at his friends. He never mentioned his love for another colour and decided he would have to get used to getting blue presents, because no one would ever find out his secret.

Takao wasn’t one to keep a diary, yet one of his many blue gifts had been a journal, he sat that night with his green pen scribbling notes about the day, swiftly adding ‘I love Midori’ at the end.

It was days later that he wrote an essay in which he described all the breath holding moments of the basketball court and accidentally stated that it was ‘Midori-san’ and not ‘Midorima-san’ who was so brilliant at three-pointers. The teacher laughed when she read it and gave him credit for being creative with Midorima’s name.

Although it was a mistake, Takao found it incredibly hilarious; his habit of adding or subtracting to the words Midori and Midorima had effectively boosted his credit in class. That night he scribbled in the blue journal again, chuckling as he wrote. Just before he drifted off to sleep he scanned through the diary and added a ‘-ma’ to every Midori and subtracted the ‘-ma’ from every Midorima.

Three basketball tournaments, a few exams and a ton of staring at Midorima later, Takao decided to read through all he had written in his journal so far – which was surprisingly little.

He chuckled reading about all the blue gifts he had received for his birthday and nearly swallowed his tongue when he read the last line on the page. The words “I love Midorima” stood out in bold, surrounded by millions of tiny emoticons showing Takao’s obvious feelings at the time he had written it.

That night he couldn’t get Midorima’s pale skin and small smirk out his head, terrifyingly all thoughts of a gorgeous green evaded him.

The next morning he couldn’t look at his friend, he dutifully offered to ride the bike pulling the rickshaw just so he didn’t have to spend extra time looking at his friend’s face. During school he found himself searching and, instead of gazing at the beautiful green, his eyes zeroed in on the pale skin beneath Midorima’s ear. A voice asked him if that flesh was as soft as the green hair.

Takao struggled to focus while using his green pen and couldn’t find the courage to ask Midorima to lend him a black one instead. Because every time he looked at his friend, it wasn’t just the green hair and eyes that enchanted him, he knew that beautifully structured jaw and that perfect bow mouth could become an obsession to him as well.

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