Can I ask GoM+Takao+Kasamatsu being overly protective of their girl bestfriend? No romantic feelings, just pure platonic friendship. Thank you, I really like your writing style ^^
Hi dear! Sorry if it took me so long! I’m so happy you like it <3 Anyway, I hope you’ll like it because I was a bit at loss as what to write. I tried to write different settings and situations to not bore you and give a friendly and warm feeling to all of them. Let me know if you liked it!
Have a nice day!
The GoM, Takao, Kasamatsu & Reader, Over-Protective Best- Friends Scenarios
Aomine Daiki
“Aomine?” you called as you recognized the silhouette leaning against the fence of the school. You had just finished the activities with your club and felt dead on your feet. The sky was already dark and nobody was around, except for you and him.
“Yo,” the boy replied, putting away his phone and waiting for you to reach him, “Let’s go.” He started moving without waiting, his basketball bag bouncing against his back.
You walked beside him, a furrow creasing your forehead. “Why are you here?”
“Nice to see you too.”
“I’m happy to see you Aomine. Is everything alright? Yes? Good. Now, why are you here?”
“Practice,” he replied rolling his eyes at your antics, stretching his arms with a yawn.
You lifted an eyebrow.
“You don’t finish this late.”
“I-” he tried to argue, but you interrupted him with a jab in the stomach.
“You never do, actually. Not today, not yesterday nor the day before,” you scolded him and he glared back, massaging the sour spot you’ve hit.
“So?” He grumbled, averting his eyes first.
“Are you waiting for me?” you asked bluntly.
A beat of silence.
“So?” he muttered under his breath, hiding his fists in the pockets.
You groaned.
“Aomine! You’ve been waiting for me two hours every day for an entire week! You should go home and rest!” You stopped abruptly, poking angrily at his chest.
He still refused to look at you, cheeks red, but now you could see he was wearing his annoyed-but-stubborn expression.
“And I’ll do it until your stupid club return having normal hours.” He stated firmly.
“It’s still two weeks until the festival!”
“I know,” Aomine finally met your gaze, “But I won’t let you go home at night alone, you dumbass,” he growled before flicking your forehead and resuming walking. “You wouldn’t be able to fend for yourself to save your life…” he muttered, incredulous at your carefree attitude.
“Geez!” you ran to his side again, fighting back a smile, “You’re such a softie, Aho.”
“Shut up, dumbass.” But his voice had no bite and you could hear the half-smile on his lips.
Kise Ryouta
“Kise, what’s that?” you asked, pointing at the bruise on his wrist.
The blond waved his hand nonchalantly, wearing his usual bright smile, and kept drinking his strawberry milkshake.
“No-thing!” he chirped as he noticed you were still waiting for a proper answer.
You frowned, lips pulled into a thin line, and crossed your arms.
“That’s not what the rumors say,” you sharply objected and for a second Kise’s eyes widened in surprise, but he then relaxed again showing a Cheshire-like grin.
“Do the rumors say my Perfect Copy works with judo too?” he asked innocently, batting his eyelashes.
You groaned, hiding your face in the crook of your arms.
“Kise! I can’t believe you resorted to violence! What if you got injured?” You perked up to shoot him a glare, but he was still smiling.
“Yeah, he didn’t believe it too, you should have seen his face!” The idiot was even proud of it.
You rubbed your eyes, feeling exasperated.
“Please, Ryouta. Don’t do dangerous shit like this, you are both a model and a player. Don’t.”
The blond shrugged again but turned more serious as he realized you were seriously worried.
“I can’t promise, he shouldn’t have said shit about you,” he commented sharply, but the coldness in his eyes didn’t affect his hand as he grabbed yours.
You sighed, smiling defeated. You already knew it was because of that, yet you still worried about him.“So, you really, really won’t promise?” you begged, trying your best puppy-look, but Kise was already used to it and burst into a warm laughter.
“No one can speak bad of my best friend and go unpunished,” He hummed satisfied, “But don’t worry, I’m passing every day at the judo’s club to pick up useful techniques!”
Oh shit.
Kuroko Tetsuya
“I’m sorry, could you please move a bit?” you asked politely to the group of guys making a ruckus in front of the shelf with the book you needed. Why they hadn’t been kicked out already was a mystery.
They ignored you and you were forced to repeat the question, louder.
They finally stopped and one of them threw you a mocking glance.
“What? You need a book?” He wore a smirk you didn’t like at all, but you tried to remain impassive and nodded.
Unfortunately, you couldn’t stop yourself from glancing at the book you wanted and he caught your stare. Following the direction of your gaze, his smirk sharpened as he took it from the shelf.
“This one?” He teased you, holding it outside from your reach.
You gulped, mustering a glare, but it didn’t faze him. His friends chuckled amusedly.
“Well, let’s see what you could do if-”
Suddenly, out of nowhere he lost his equilibrium and fell flat on his ass. He let out a strangled yelp, the book fell from his hands as he looked frantically around.
“Something grabbed me!” He explained to his friends, half of them laughing, the rest glancing at him confused.
Another of them fell.
“What the fuck?”
They looked at you, but you raised your hands innocently.
“Maybe it’s ghost…” you mocked them with a faint grin.
“Hey! Don’t fuck wit-” Another fell.
They gasped terrified
“Shit! Let’s go!” Stumbling, they ran out of the shop knocking into each other and looking back to check they weren’t being followed.
Finally, alone, you burst into a quiet laughter, covering your mouth with both hands.
Something tapped gently your head.
“You shouldn’t let boys like that bully you.”
You didn’t even jolt and turned to find a blank-faced Kuroko stretching the book to you.
You took it gratefully.
“I’m not at good at talking…” you complained, puffing your cheeks out, and he sighed, but you knew he was smiling, “And what would my favorite ghost do otherwise?”
Kuroko chuckled and tugged your sleeve towards the exit.
“He would live in peace,” he replied with no bite, “Please buy me a milkshake.”
“Oh really?”
“You don’t want to be haunted, right?”
“It seems I already am.”
“Unlucky you.”
Midorima Shintarou
You were happily buying groceries at the supermarket near your apartment. Humming, you’d finally arrived at your favorite shelf: the one with the sweets. As a trained dog, you crouched where you knew there were the chocolate donuts and thrilled delighted as you saw there was only one box left.
You took it and cheered, raising it up over your head as a giddy child, when someone snatched it from your hands.
You grimaced confused and met the angry scowl of a taller boy.
“I saw it first,” he growled taking a step back.
You darkened, “I highly doubt it. And I took it first!” you argued.
“Well, I want it anyway and you don’t want to make me angrier than this, don’t you?” he threatened, clenching his fist. You doubted a second too much, divided between your pride and your instinct of self-preservation, and he turned on his heels, running away.
“HEY STO-”
You didn’t even finish to yell that a bottle of juice fell from the sky and hit him on the head. He fell on the floor with a thud. From the other side of the aisle, a green-haired boy fixed the glasses on his nose.
“Shin-chan!” you chirped relieved, waving at him.
Midorima reached the stunned thief of donuts and crouched to take from his hands the precious box.
“It’s not your lucky day,” he whispered coldly to him, who shivered.
Then he straightened and walked to you, giving your donuts back.
“Thank you!” You bear-hugged him and he huffed, stiffly reciprocating. “That was such a perfect shot!”
“I always hit the mark,” he shrugged it off, but the corner of his lips were pulled in a grin; you laughed happily, moving to grab your shopping cart, but he took it first.
You eyed him amused.
“I’m strong enough to push it by myself.”
“Can’t you just say, ‘thank you’ like normal people?” he sighed, rolling his eyes, and you chuckled, locking your arm with his.
“Thank you, Shin-chan!” you sang leaning against him, “Dou you want to stay for dinner?”
“…is your mother cooking?”
“Yep!”
“Then it’s fine.”
“Hey, are you saying my cooking is not good?”
“Let’s say it’s not your lucky day in the kitchen. Never.”
Murasakibara Atsushi
Now, after all, getting in a fight with the female leader of the baseball club hadn’t been a great idea.
You looked up where your bag hanged from a branch of a tree and sighed frustrated. Nobody in sight obviously, you should have been to PE too, but your clothes were in the bag. And no stairs either.
You groaned, kicking a stone while cursing your new enemy, and then braced yourself. You wouldn’t let them defeat you like that.
Five minutes later, you were straddling the branch where your bag was hanging from and you were trying to stretch enough to reach it. As you tried for the third time, without results, you casually glared in front of you.
Purple.
You had forgotten that tree was exactly in front of Murasakibara’s classroom and now, your best friend was staring at you, jaw-dropped and cheeks dirty with crumbles.
You attempted a smile and waved to him.
“Everything is fine,” you mouthed.
Murasakibara slammed his bag of chips down and stood up suddenly. You could hear the surprised exclamation of the professor, but Atsushi, murmuring an excuse, left the classroom.
In a heartbeat, the boy was under you, panting for the rush. You felt a little startled as you’d rarely seen Murasakibara run out of the basketball court.
“What are you doing?” he panted with a deadly glare.
“I’m…retrieving my bag,” you replied a bit sheepishly and made a move as to point it to him, but Murasakibara growled.
“Don’t move!”
You froze on spot, pressed against the branch.
When he realized you weren’t going to move, he sighed in relief and considered briefly the tree.
“You’re such an idiot,” he muttered in the end, returning to his usual poker face.
He stretched his arms out, the palm of the hands upward.
“Come down.”
You grimaced, shaking your head.
“Are you crazy?”
“Come down,” he repeated scowling.
“I’ve to take my bag first!” you whined, but Murasakibara glared harder. Well, maybe it wasn’t the case to argue right then.
“Are you sure you’ll catch me?” you whispered, a bit unsure.
The boy rolled his eyes.
“Come on.”
You took a deep breath and let go, leaning toward the left. You didn’t have the time to shriek that you were already in Murasakibara’s safe arms. A smooth landing.
“Oh.” You looked around surprised, as your best friend put you down and flicked your forehead for punishment. Before you could say anything else, Murasakibara crouched and then jumped full force, grabbing easily your bag and bringing it down.
You beamed, clapping your hands. It must have been nice being that tall.
“Thank you, Atsushi!” you chirped trying to take it, but he raised it out of your reach with a dark look.
“So, who have I to squash for this?”
Akashi Seijuurou
Now, you were used to the lunchtime rush. More than used, actually. Every time you forgot your bento it was a battle for survival. That day was no different from the others.
You took a deep breath and grimaced at the screaming, squirming mass of students in front of you. And you were late: you could bet Akashi was already waiting for you in his classroom. Damn it.
Walking slowly but steadily, you approached the mass of bodies. You gave little jabs to people who tried to squash you and ducked to avoid arms and hands.
You were almost sure to have found a way to arrive at the counter when suddenly a hand grabbed your collar of the shirt and yanked you back.
You emitted a strangled noise as you felt your throat blocked, air not passing, and panting you fell painfully on your back. You wanted to move away, a hand on your neck as you tried to breathe properly again, but in the end, it hadn’t been necessary.
“What’s going on?” A cold, calm voice asked.
Everyone stopped, freezing, and turned to look in terror at the newcomer.
Akashi was standing behind you, red eyes wide and fearful. He looked down at you and scowled.
“Who did this?” Oh shit.
You shook your head as he offered a hand.
“I don’t know,” you replied. Okay, maybe you did, but you didn’t want a boy on your conscience. Akashi gently helped you stand up.
His eyes narrowed because, obviously, he could read you like an open book, but knowing how stubborn you could be, he huffed resigned.
“Why are you here? I was waiting,” he asked, ignoring your embarrassment as the entire canteen was looking at you two.
“I forgot my bento…” you replied with a small, sheepish smile.
Akashi raised an eyebrow and patted your head.
“Next time, come to me immediately instead of wasting your time like this,” he reprimanded, before walking towards the mass of students.
“Move, scum,” he ordered in a hiss and they immediately scrambled to create a path for him.
Akashi reached the counter and bought something, flashing an extra-sugary smile to the old lady. He then went back to you and put what he had bought in your hands: obviously, your favorite. You smiled giddy, touched by his thoughtfulness. Even if his methods weren’t exactly conventional, he always did his best to take care of you.
“Thank you!” He smiled back, satisfied, and pushed you gently towards the doors.
“Let’s go, we still have time to enjoy our lunch.”
Only when the two of you finally exited, the entire cafeteria resumed moving. From that day onwards, you never found any queue ever again.
Takao Kazunari
Takao was usually a childish, playful guy. Always humming or making stupid jokes, rarely annoyed or angry. That’s why, every time he lost his temper, it was a sort of shock.
He didn’t yell or explode, no. He became cold and sharp, he smirked like a shark.
“Please, repeat me why my best friend is soaking wet behind you?” Takao mused taking a step forward the two girls who had cornered you behind the gym.
“We-We-It’s…” Her words died in her throat as Takao tilted his head, shark-smirk still in place. The coldness in his eyes was paralyzing.
“Ah, just as I thought you hadn’t a good reason except for being stupid, jealous bitches,” he interrupted her taking another step forward.
“It’s her fault that-!” The other tried to argue, but anger flashed on his face.
“That what? That she’s kinder, friendlier and a better person than you? It’s not her fault if your stupid boyfriend has left you to confess to her!” He hissed, clenching his fists.
The two girls shut up, cowering together.
Takao leaned till he was few breaths away from their faces, wearing again a creepy mask of fake politeness. “If I find out you’ve tried to bully her again, a bucket of cold water will be the gentlest of my punishment” he purred threateningly, “Have I been clear?”
The two nodded.
“Then go and don’t show your ugly faces to me ever again.” And they vanished.
Takao sighed, losing his menacing aura, and finally looked at you, trembling in your wet clothes.
“The drawbacks of being a pretty girl, uh?” he joked taking off his jacket.
“Oh, shut up!”
You rolled your eyes as he put it over your shoulders, “Come and tell me next time, won’t you?”
You felt the scolding in his tone and begrudgingly nodded. “You’re scary when you smile like that, I bet they’ll have nightmare…”
He chuckled, shrugging.
“It’s their problem, they should have thought before acting stupid,” he mused ruffling your hair, “Let’s go, I’ve my spare clothes for PE.”
And humming a stupid song, an arm around your shoulders, he dragged you to the locker rooms as nothing had happened.
Kasamatsu Yukio
Working as a maid wasn’t always simple, especially when you had to deal with stupid customers and still being polite.
“I’m sorry, I can’t give any personal information,” you repeated another time with a stretched smile to that old, persistent client.
“Oh, come on! I bet you can make an exception for me!” He complained petulantly and you had to hold back a frustrated curse. To think you had nearly finished your shift!
“I’m sorry, sir. I can’t.” You were trembling with annoyance.
“Tsk, such a pretentious bitch,” he muttered under his breath and suddenly grabbed the hem of your skirt, “Stop being so frigid!”
Before you could slap him outraged, someone else smacked his hand away and pinned it to the table.
“She has already said she can’t and she doesn’t want to. Stop bothering her.” Kasamatsu was standing between the two of you, jaw clenched and repressed anger in his eyes.
The costumer wiggled unease and tried to free himself, but Kasamatsu’s grip was firm.
“What do you want? Mind your-”
“Haven’t you read the policy of the café regarding the maids?” your best friend interrupted him in a cold voice, gaze pinning the man to his chair, “Or do you want me to call the manager?”
The man shut up indignant and, when Kasamatsu let him go, he scrambled out of the shop as fast as he could.
“Thank you,” you sighed, smiling at the boy.
He nodded as a greeting, still furrowing.
“Rough day, uh? I’ll wait at the back as usual,” he informed you with the shadow of a smile before he left again.
Such an over-protective idiot, you thought fondly.
Ten minutes later you had changed and left from the door at the back of the store; leaning against the wall in the dark alley, Kasamatsu was waiting for you. He put away the phone as soon as you waved.
You started walking in a comfortable silence.
“Thank you for before, really,” you said again at some point and he scrunched his nose.
“I was passing when I saw your face from the window. I guessed you needed a hand.”
“I was going to slap him,” you argued, pouting, and he scoffed.
“Sure, sure,” he rolled his eyes, “The worst I saw you doing was cursing or calling the manager.”
You crossed your arms but remained silent because you couldn’t argue with it. You weren’t good at dealing that kind of situations.
“Can’t you find another job?” He groaned after a bit, “I hate that place.”
You muffled a chuckle.
“They pay me well.”
“Not enough to put up with that shit,” he muttered and you nudged his shoulder playfully.
“Come on, it happens only once or twice a week!”
He grimaced, “It’s already too much.”
“If I resign, are you going to pay for me when I won’t have money?” you joked.
“It’s fine,” he replied immediately with a straight face. You huffed with fond exasperation.
“Yukioooooo” you poked his cheek and he swatted away your hand half-heartedly, “You know it’s not possible.”
He shrugged and kept silent. You let him pout, humming by his side.
“I know it’s not possible,” he finally murmured, patting awkwardly your hair, “But I’m worried about you. Give it a thought, alright?”
You gave him a soft smile and he held your gaze, cheeks pinker than usual.
“I know, I will,” you replied earnestly and finally he smiled back.
