Mar 12, 2025
Kabhi suna hai first text karny se koi mar gaya ho Nahi naa? To kar liya karo.
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Kabhi suna hai first text karny se koi mar gaya ho Nahi naa? To kar liya karo.
How does one use a phone?
Anime: Kuroko no Basuke Pairing: Kasamatsu Yukio x Reader Rating: K+ A/N: In which Kasamatsu wants to start a conversation with you, but doesn’t know where to begin. Because I can see him being extremely nervous with being the first one to text.
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Kasamatsu was hopeless.
Here he was, staring down at his phone, thumb hanging above your name to start the conversation... And he was unable to move a muscle..
How hard is it to text you 'Hi?'
Truthfully, he should've given you his number instead.. At least this way, he wouldn't be feeling so guilty for not speaking to you for over two weeks. Since the practice match against Seirin.
He lets out a heavy sigh, lips curling into a deeper scowl, before closing his phone and placing it in his bag. Taking another sip of water from the bottle, he stands up from the bench, pretending he finished tying his shoes before shouting at the team to resume practice.
He'll try again later, when less eyes are on him.
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Perhaps you read his actions wrong...
You've never been wrong about a person in your life.. And yet, here you are, staring down at your phone with a solemn expression. You could feel tears starting to well in the back of your eyes, but you blink them away quickly.
"____-san... Are you okay?"
You jump, managing to keep your phone in your hands and smile at him, "I..I'm okay Tetsu-kun…"
His eyes don't give away anything, and this has always left your perplexed... "If Kise-kun did anything to you..."
Upon hearing your brother's name, you feel your shoulders slump, trying very hard not to show annoyance at the last conversation with him.
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"Kasamatsu-senpai always gets mad at me when I text him!" he whines, laying on his bed as he holds his phone to his ear.
Hearing his name from your brother's lips, you pause, golden hues flittering with several emotions. You remain quiet for a bit longer, before shrugging, placing him on speaker so you could finish your homework.
"Maybe you annoy him."
You can feel his pout, despite not seeing it before he lets out a whimper, "_____-cchi!! You're supposed to be cheering me up! Not putting me down!"
'Maybe if it didn't relate to your captain, I'd be more inclined to comfort you.' you muse, but don't voice your thoughts out loud. Instead, you shrug, eyes narrowing as he continues to ramble on about Kasamatsu, and how you badly wanted to throw your phone... Before he could continue further, you let out a loud sigh, stretching your muscles before yawning.
"I'm sorry Ryouta, but I have to go... Got to finish laundry! Bye!"
You don't give him a chance to say bye, hanging up almost immediately before collapsing onto your bed, staring up at your ceiling... Huh.. So your brother gets to speak to Kasamatsu over text... but he has no time to even attempt to message you?
Not wanting to overthink it, you grab your pillow, placing it over your face as you groan into it, just wishing you were able to talk to your new friend.
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A Series of Firsts - Part 2
Read Part 1 here
First Text
Melissa was feeling overwhelmed. She had never liked someone after just one meeting but she could already tell that Carson was someone she wanted in her life. They two of them spent the rest of the evening talking and getting to know each other. They spoke about their jobs, she told him that she had just started as an anaesthesiology resident and found out that he graduated school a year before she did and was a radiology resident.
She didn’t even realise how fast time flew by as they were talking, because all of a sudden, it was 2am and her best friend was there and telling her that he was leaving. Remembering that she had promised him to walk home together (since they also lived together), she hurriedly said goodbye to Carson and made her way over to the front door, where Sebastian (he really preferred Baz though) was waiting for her.
Melissa felt as though she was on cloud nine as she told Baz all about Carson on their walk home. Baz was a little sceptical, since she had only just met this boy but nothing could bring her down. The two of them had so much in common and she had finally found someone who liked talking to her and was interested in her (or so she hoped). Wanting to support her like the good best friend he was, Baz asked her if she had gotten his number before leaving the party. Only this didn’t seem to be the correct thing to say because she groaned and slapped her forehead. In her hurry to tell her best friend all about him, she had forgotten to ask him for his number. Or anything else that would allow her to contact him.
She spent the rest of the weekend wallowing in her stupidity. She only hoped that he was going through the same thing because, to be fair, he hadn’t asked for her number either. She tried to distract herself with studying up on a couple of procedures she was hoping to perform in the next week at work. But even her favourite subject on the planet could not take her mind off of him. Baz even had to hide her phone so that she did not end up going on facebook and looking for him.
When Monday finally arrived, she was bursting with anxiety. She was so nervous during her first procedure that even her attending noticed her jittery nature. When she finally got time to head upstairs for lunch, she was shaking with nervousness. It was way past regular lunchtime and she hoped that for some reason Carson had decided to have a late lunch as well and would be waiting for her in the cafeteria.
But since Lady Luck was CLEARLY on her side, she ended up disappointed. She knew that he wasn’t going to be there but that hadn’t stopped her from hoping. And that hoping had undoubtedly lead her to disappointment. The disappointment did end up making her think everything through though. She only knew him for a couple of days, actually only a couple of hours, and was already so invested in whatever it was that she had with him. Invested in that feeling of comfort she got from him as well as the butterflies that appeared whenever she thought of him.
Pushing him to the back of her mind, she got back to work with a renewed energy, paying more attention to her procedures and whatever her attending was teaching her. It was past 5pm by the time she was actually out of the hospital, even though her shift had officially ended at 4pm. Extremely tired from her day but not yet done with her chores, she got into her car and made her way to the closest grocery store. She and Baz had been too lazy on the weekend to go get groceries and since Baz had the graveyard shift that day, it had become her responsibility to make sure that the two of them had enough food to survive the week. She could have not gone, but the other option was then to starve for dinner and she loved her food a little too much to even think about that.
Walking mindlessly through the aisles, she went around putting things in her basket that she normally would not have been allowed to if Baz was there. Not really paying attention to rest of her surroundings and walking sideways to get a good look at all her bread options, she bumped into someone. Surprised by the sudden contact, she dropped her basket causing a couple of things to roll out onto the floor. Embarrassed by her own lack of sense of surroundings, she muttered a quick apology and dropped to her knees to gather up everything that had fallen out.
It was only when she heard the voice telling her not to worry about it did she look up at the person she had bumped into. There, in the middle of the bread aisle at her regular grocery store, stood Carson in all his glory (no, he was not naked, he just looked extremely fine). The wide grin on his face made her blush and get flustered, which only made him grin even wider.
“Fancy bumping into you here,” he said, holding out a hand to help her up. Grabbing his hand, she pulled herself up, before picking up her basket and turning to thank him. But before she could even get a word out, he continued to talk.
“If I am completely honest with you, I was hoping to see you at lunch today,” he continued, making her blush again.
All of a sudden, she got shy. So shy that she couldn’t even tell him that she had been hoping for the same thing and was very disappointed when it hadn’t happened. Overcome by her shyness and awkwardness (from bumping into him), she mumbled some lame excuse about having to get home as soon as possible before turning away to go to the pasta aisle.
“Wait,” he gently took hold of her wrist, not letting her walk away from him. “I felt like a total idiot this entire weekend because I forgot to ask you for your number. And if I let you go now without even trying, I don’t think I could forgive myself!”
“Aren’t you exaggerating a little too much?” She asked, giggling nervously. He only shook his head and held out his phone for her to take and enter her number into. When she didn’t make a move to take it, he took her hand and placed it there, showing her that he really wasn’t joking about wanting her number.
She punched her number into his phone before handing it to him, muttering a shaky and nervous goodbye before practically legging it out of that aisle. Fortunately for her and her nervous heart she didn’t run into him at the store again. She rushed out of the store, loaded her groceries into the backseat before getting into the car and taking deep breaths to calm her amazingly awkward and nervous self.
Halfway through mentally yelling at herself for behaving like such a ditz in front of him, her phone pinged loudly, making her literally jump in her seat. Fortunately for her she wasn’t tall enough to even come close to bumping her head on the roof of the car. After rummaging around in her bag for a whole minute, she finally found her phone. Unlocking it, she saw that she had a new text message from an unknown number. Knowing exactly who it was, her heart started racing, going back to the mess it was whenever she saw or thought of him.
Unknown: Hi :) just wanted to tell you that you’re cute when you’re nervous and awkward! - Carson
Grinning at herself, she quickly saved his number. After typing out a quick reply, she threw her phone onto the passenger seat and drove home, finally satisfied with how her day had ended.
Melissa: well then, you’re gonna find me cute a whole lot because i’m literally only awkward or nervous
I finally graduated, so now I can draw more, hooray 🎉
I asked him ; “What made you like me first anyways”
You made me wrote this (and I always hated writing)
Yours comes and goes destroys my heart, did he find someone now? Did he send a message? Does he still remember my name? Have you ever woken up with your heart racing just with the simple idea that someone else could be kissing me right now?
I walk on the streets and see children playing, I am afraid that one of them will become like you. Today, I found a petal from one of the countless flowers you gave me, just when I feel like a walking corpse. I don't laugh, I don't cry, I'm just here without really being here, the men who kiss my mouth, I can't remember their tastes.
How many hearts have you broken in the streets without even losing sleep over it? How many flowers do you have registered on your credit card? You come back and I find myself too weak to say no, you take my body, but you barely know that my soul is paralyzed. Once again you disappear, blaming me for something I didn't do.
You say you're tired of being in relationships with girls full of trauma. Poor rich boy, addicted to having his new toys destroyed by his own hands, addicted to the porn that makes you believe that woman can be destroyed by your dick. How many times did you believe in my empty words telling you how good it was?
You're not like the girls you destroyed, you have a career, a future, you even have a credit card with no limit and can go home to celebrate your job promotion. What does it feel like to be there and know that no one is going to hug you? No one is going to give you another empty word?
It's spring now, girls rebuild themselves just as flowers bloom on the streets. They have someone to admire their beauty, they can no longer be cut to be put on a shelf and die tomorrow. But you're there, so disconnected from the world that you saw the snowstorm hit your window. One sentence changes the end of the movie, but for you, there is no salvation.
Halu^^
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