GOM + Kagami: Seeing their s/o dolled up for the first time
authors note: Y/n = your name// not proof read// GIF not mine // Have fun <3
pairing: GOM + Kagami x fem!reader
summary: Young people really only know leserin in her very practical everyday look. leserin is a high-achiever, and to maintain this status, she has to invest a lot of time. But you can always dress up for a date with your boyfriend or crush, can’t you? Whilst the reader wonders if it might be a bit much, the lads are shocked by the transformation. Enjoy the read!
genre: romance, comedy, fashion
word count: 7k
Tetusya Kuroko
Normally, you didn’t think twice about what you wore—jeans, a simple T-shirt, maybe sneakers. Practical, comfortable, nothing distracting. You had other priorities, and fashion had never really made the list. That’s not to say you weren’t interested in fashion, but there simply wasn’t any time for it in your life.
You checked your reflection for the fifth time: this, the outfit… it was a lot. But today was special. Kuroko had asked you to a little picknick date with him and Nigou in the local park. He knew how much you loved the cherry blossoms.
Through the mirror, you look at your figure and the outfit you and your best friend Millie put together. Millie had insisted that you really go for it. And you did go for it:
A soft of-white summer dress flowed gently around your legs, light and airy, the fabric catching the breeze when you moved. Your sandals with tiny heels—simple, but adorned with tiny bows—clicked quietly against the pavement. Your hair was styled half-up, half-down, framing your face in a way you weren’t used to seeing.
And the makeup…well it was barely there to be honest. But Millie ensisted to give you a fresh little face. Just enough blush, a hint of mascara, and a soft pink gloss that made your lips shine in the sunlight. As Millie put it: It made you look very kissable. She was right, you’ve been with Testuya for a month now, but neither of you had dared to take it further. But you really wanted to.
You picked up your small strawberry-shaped handbag and hesitated.
“…It’s just a picnic,” you whispered to yourself.
But still, it was with him. And you finally wanted to be kissed by him.
___ _ _ _
When you arrived at the park, Tetsuya was already there, sitting quietly on the grass beside a neatly prepared picnic blanket. Of course he was. He was such a gentleman and literally a green forest.
You took a breath and stepped closer,“…Tetsu?”
He looked up. And immediately froze in motion. You blinked,“…Um. Hi? Sorry for being late...”
No response from him. His crystal clear blue eyes widened. Just a little bit, but for him, this reaction was huge. His usual calm, unreadable expression slipped, replaced by something unmistakably surprised.
“…Oh,” he said softly. You shifted awkwardly,“Is something wrong?”
He stood up a little too quickly, almost fumbling the movement.
“No,” he said, a bit faster than usual,“Nothing is wrong Y/n.”
A pause. Then, quieter,“You look… very nice.”
Your heart skipped,“Oh—thank you Tetsu.”
He nodded, but his gaze didn’t leave you. “…Very nice actually” he repeated, as if confirming it to himself. You felt heat creep into your cheeks,“You already said that…”
“I did,” he admitted. Another little pause. Then, almost like he couldn’t stop himself: “The dress suits you,” he added,“And your hair. And… your bag.”
You glanced down at the strawberry handbag, suddenly self-conscious. “…This?”
“Yes.”
His voice softened even more,“It’s cute. Like you.”
You froze,“Tetsu—”
He immediately looked away, and for once—actually looked flustered. A faint blush dusted across his cheeks, his usual composure slipping in the most endearing way. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly,“That may have been too direct.”
“No, it’s just—” you tried to gather your thoughts, your face definitely warm now,“You’re just not usually this… talkative.”
“I see,”He hesitated, then looked back at you—still a little pink,“…But I wanted to say it properly.”
That made your chest tighten.
“Because you made an effort,” he continued quietly,“I think it’s important to acknowledge that.”
You smiled, softer now,“You noticed?”
“Yes, of course,”A small pause on his end, then he spoke again,“…It’s hard not to, you look stunning.”
That did not help your heartrate, it felt like it was going to explode.. He glanced away again, clearly trying to regain his usual calm.
“…I’m glad you came,” he said,“I was looking forward to this.”
“I was too,” you admitted, trying not to show how red your face really was. He nodded, then gestured to the blanket,“Please sit.”
You did, smoothing your dress as you settled down. He sat across from you, movements careful, but there was still that lingering softness in his expression. A moment passed. Then he spoke again. “…Your lip gloss,” he said suddenly. You blinked,“What about it?”
“It’s nice,” he said, almost thoughtfully. “It suits you as well.”
You stared at him,“Kuroko.”
“Yes?”
“…Are you going to keep listing things you like about me?”
He paused. Then, very honestly he answered,“…Probably.”
You covered your face with your hands, laughing despite yourself. “I can’t handle that all at once…”
“I understand,” he said calmly. A tiny pause,“…I can slow down.”
You peeked at him—and sure enough, he was still blushing slightly. And somehow, that made everything feel even softer.
Taiga Kagami
The exams were finally over and life was going to get easier again. Now you only had to focus on one thing: your sport. Over the last few years, you’d become something of a football idol among the younger generation. Hard work had got you there, much to the chagrin of your friends. And your crush, Taiga, too.
But now that you’d passed your exams and there was less sport and training, you’d suggested we let our hair down one evening and go out and have a party. Dancing until the night wore away… that was exactly what you needed right now.
You adjusted the hem of your dress for what felt like the hundredth time. This was so not your usual scene, as you got dressed. Normally, you lived in sportswear—breathable shorts, jerseys, track jackets. Everything about your life revolved around soccer: training, matches, stamina, discipline. Looking “dolled up” had never really been a priority.
But tonight? Tonight you wanted to let loose. To be free and feel alive, after all this hard work of the last few months. And maybe, just maybe, you wanted to see his reaction. To impress him a little, or more to take his breath away.
The black bodycon dress hugged every curve, sculpting your figure in a way you weren’t used to. The patent leather heels (borrowed from your sister) added just enough height to change your posture completely. You stood more upright, tall and definetly more confident. After all, you had a fir and trained body, that was ready to be shown off. Your decided to curls your hair into loose waves, that fell around your shoulders. A little soft but intentional casual look.
Oh and the red lipstick: A bold and striking cherry color.
You barely recognized yourself, as you looked into the mirror.
“…Okay,” you exhaled,“Too late to back out now. I got this!”
___ _ _ _
When you spotted Taiga outside the club, hands shoved in his pockets, looking mildly annoyed at the line. He’d slipped out of his basketball shorts and paired black jeans with a black shirt. He looked almost elegant. The slightly unbuttoned shirt, showing of his necklace, gave him a certain sexy allure.
Seeing him this was, everything felt normal. That was until he looked up to you. And immediately seemed to choked on air,“…Huh—?!”
You stopped in front of him, crossing your arms,“What’s with that reaction?”
He stared. Actually stared, like he would burn a hole into your body...
From your heels… up your legs… to the way the dress fit your waist… your hair… your lips. His face turned bright red in record time.
“Y-you—what—” he started, completely fumbling,“Since when do you look like that?!”
You raised a brow, trying to stay confident,“Like what?”
“Like—like—” he gestured vaguely, clearly malfunctioning,“That!”
You laughed,“Wow. Real smooth, Kagami. You really know how to compliment a girl.”
“I’m being serious!” he snapped, then immediately looked away, rubbing the back of his neck,“You just—y-you don’t usually—”
“Dress like up? Like a stylish person?” you teased.
“I didn’t say that!” he shot back quickly, even more flustered,“You always look fine, it’s just—this is—”
He glanced at you again, then paused. “…You look really good,” he muttered. That sentence hit you straight into your lovestruck brain.
“Thanks,” you said softly. He cleared his throat, still avoiding direct eye contact,“Yeah. I mean it.”
A small smirk tugged at your lips,“You gonna survive the night?”
“Shut up brat,” he told you.
___ _ _ _
Inside the club however, everything changed. The 2000s music was loud and blasting from every speaker in the room, the colorful lights flashing, the energy completely different from anything you usually let yourself indulge in. And you, you fit right in. It was perfect, you felt free.
At first, Kagami stayed close to you, clearly out of his comfort zone—but the more you relaxed, the more you moved, the more that confident, effortless side of you came out. Your hips swayed naturally with the beat, your movements sharp but fluid—athletic, controlled, but still undeniably fun.
He noticed. Hell he noticed immediatly. Like, how could he not?
From the other side of the dance floor, Taiga watched you, being completely locked in.
“…She moves like that too?” he muttered under his breath. You caught his eye and motioned him over. He hesitated, but then came anyway. Big mistake on his side. Because up close? It was worse, well you were worse...you looked so radiant and sexy.
The music pulsed through the floor, and when you reached for his hand, pulling him into the rhythm, his brain was officially out of office.
“You’re so stiff Taiga. Have some fun!,” you laughed.
“I am not—!”
“You are.”
“I just don’t dance like this!”
“Then learn,”You moved closer, guiding him just slightly—and that’s when it hit him. The proximity. The way the dress moved with you. The way you looked completely different from the version of you he knew on the field. Thinking about this, his face flushed again, but this time...it didn’t fade, like it did when you guys waited in line.
As the night went on, something in him shifted. He went from red totmato and shy little baby Tiger to well...less flustered? He was more… intense? You couldnt quite put your finger on it.
His hands settled more confidently at your waist, when the crowd got tighter. His gaze didn’t dart away anymore—it lingered. The gaze was filled, heavy and steamy??
By the time you stepped off the dance floor to catch your breath and maybe grab a drink, he was right behind you. Well he was close, too close one might say, but you didnt mind.
“…You did this on purpose,” he muttered near your ear. You turned slightly,“Did what?”
He leaned in just enough for his voice to drop, rougher now,“Show up like that. Dance like that.”
Your pulse jumped,“Maybe I just wanted to have fun.”
He let out a quiet huff,“…Yeah. Well, it’s working.”
You tilted your head, scooting closer to try to understand was he was saying in the loud atmosphere,“What is?”
His eyes met yours—and there was nothing shy about them now,“…You’re driving me crazy.”
Your breath caught. He hesitated for a split second, like he was deciding how far to go. Then leaned in just a little closer, voice low and heated. “…Didn’t think I could want it even more,” he murmured, “to take you somewhere quieter.”
That sent a sharp wave of heat through you. You swallowed, heart racing,“…Ka...gami”
He straightened slightly, like he’d realized what he said—but he didn’t take it back and he didn’t look away. Just scratched the back of his neck again, a faint flush still there—but his gaze steady.
“…Let’s just—” he cleared his throat,“You know, get some air.”
You nodded, trying to steady yourself,“…Yeah. Good idea.”
But as you walked out together...His hand found yours. A firm and very confident grip. The grip of a man, who definitely was not letting go and had a plan to where this evening was headed.
Daiki Aomine
You were a bit nervous. In a good way – the kind where you get butterflies in your stomach. The sun was slowly setting on that lovely Saturday evening. Lost in thoughts, you double-checked your reflection in the hallway mirror one last time.
The girl staring back wasn’t you. At least, not the "day-to-day" version most people knew.
Most of your time was spend at your school. It wasnt super easy being the top of every class. You wanted to become an engineer and you studied hard to do so. So at school, you were the girl in oversized track pants, plain T-shirts, hair usually tied back, eyes always glued to notes or a book. Lee-Ah, your best friend would say you were invisible. But you wanted to be, it was comfortable and you also liked this more under the radar laid back look.
You glanced at the clock: blimey, only 10 minutes left. You had to get a move on now. One last look in the mirror. Today? Tonight? The girl with the big tees and the trackpants was gone.
You went all out: Baggy charcoal pants hung low on your hips, paired with a sharply fitted cropped top that hugged you just right. A bold belt hung loosely around your hips. A silver chain with the number 3 rested against your collarbone, rings catching the light as you adjusted your Yankees snapback—worn backwards, of course. You looked… different.
Totally confident, you felt sexy and like a total heartthrop. You wouldn’t want to admit it, but you went all out with that outfit more than usual. There was more going on than usual when you were out shopping with Lee-Ah or doing something similar. Because maybe you wanted to see how he would react.
___ _ _ _
Your white and grey Jordans with the light blue soles carried you to the underground as fast as your body would allow. You definitely didn’t want to be late. Or maybe you did? It was like a scene straight out of a film… you were so caught up in daydreaming that you almost missed your stop.
When you spotted Aomine Daiki leaning against the meeting spot, hands in his pockets, looking bored out of his mind, you almost laughed. Some things never changed.
“Oi,” you called.
He glanced up lazily—and then froze. Like actually froze, mid movement. You stopped a few steps away, crossing your arms,“You good?”
No answer. His eyes dragged over you slowly. From your cap… to your top… to the jewelry… and back up again. His usual half-lidded, uninterested stare? Gone.
“…What the hell Y/n,” he muttered. You raised a brow in question,“That bad?”
He scoffed, pushing off the wall, walking closer,“Bad? Nah.” His gaze sharpened, something dangerous and impressed flickering there,“Since when do you dress like this?”
You shrugged casually, even though your heart was doing something embarrassing in your chest,“Since always. I just don’t bother for school.”
“Hah.” He stopped right in front of you now, close enough that you could see the shift in his expression—interest, real interest,“So you’ve been hiding this the whole time?”
“Didn’t think it was a big deal to be honest,” you simply replied. He let out a low whistle, rubbing the back of his neck,“Yeah… well, it does. Even more so now.”
You smirked slightly,“You’re the one who never asked me out. So now wonder you never saw this sinde of me. I had to ask you out.”
“Oi, don’t start,” he shot back automatically—but there was no bite to it. If anything, he looked… amused. And still very much distracted.
His eyes flicked to your rings as you adjusted your cap again,“…Damn.”
You blinked,“What?”
He shook his head, a crooked grin forming,“I need to ask you out more often.”
That caught you off guard,“Excuse me?”
He leaned in just a little, hands slipping back into his pockets like he was trying to act casual—but his gaze gave him away. “Cause if this is what I get?” he said, nodding toward you,“I’ve been seriously underestimating you.”
Heat crept up your neck, but you refused to let it show,“Took you long enough Idiot.”
He chuckled, low and lazy,“Yeah, yeah. Don’t get cocky.”
But then—without warning—he reached out, lightly tugging at the chain around your neck, letting it fall back against your skin.
“…It suits you,” he added, quieter this time. That one hit harder than anything else. You looked away, clicking your tongue,“You gonna stand there staring all night, or are we actually going on this date?”
He smirked again, falling into step beside you.
“Relax,” he said,“I’m not wasting this.” As you walked off together, you could feel his gaze linger...completely, undeniably locked on you.
Ryouta Kise
You stared at your reflection, arms crossed,“…This is ridiculous.”
Normally, getting dressed meant pulling on soft shorts, an oversized hoodie, maybe fuzzy socks if you weren’t planning to leave your chair for hours. Comfort was your entire brand—long gaming sessions didn’t exactly call for fashion statements. As a professional gamer, comfort was key.
But tonight? Tonight you wanted to proof your long time friend and crush wrong. Whenever the two of you got onto the subject of fashion, Kise would laugh playfully and claim that you wouldn’t be able to dress well. At least not better than he dresses.
Tonight, you would proof Ryouta wrong. He had practically dragged you out to one of his model events. And somehow, you’d let yourself get talked into this. So this was your chance!
That also meant you had to play with the big guns: The navy blue suit fit like it had been tailored just for you and your georgeous body—sharp lines hugging your waist and hips, the blazer structured but still sleek. Underneath, instead of a blouse, you wore a delicate black lace bralette, barely visible unless someone looked closely… and the subtle glint of a golden body chain beneath it added just enough edge.
The look was elegant, yet it had a dangerous touch. It wasnt you, but that was exactly the point!
“…He better appreciate this,” you muttered.
___ _ _ _
Kise was already there, of course he was. What a swot! He was surrounded by people, a whole ocean of flashing lights and buzzing voices. Completely in his element. A natural celebrity.
You took a breath and stepped into the space. This took some confidence, as you werent used to such big crowds. At you e-sports tournaments, were less people.
It didn’t take long for him to notice you. And when he did, it was well...a very Ryouta reaction.
Mid-conversation, even mid-sentence he shifted all his attention to you. Completly ignoring his conversation partner,“…Eh?”
The person he was talking to blinked,“ Uhm....Kise-kun?”
He wasn’t listening anymore. His golden eyes were locked on you as you walked closer, heels clicking softly against the floor.
“Hey,” you said casually. Silence. Then he went crazy,“WOAH—!!”
Heads turned. You winced,“Too loud—”
“Y/n-CHI?!” he practically yelped, rushing over to you,“IS THAT YOU?!”
You raised a brow,“No, I just broke into this event dressed like this for fun.”
He circled you—actually circled you—eyes wide, sparkling like he’d just discovered something incredible. “WAIT—WAIT—since when do you dress like this?!” he asked, hands flying animatedly,“This is AMAZING! The suit—oh my god, it fits you PERFECTLY—!”
You blinked, caught off guard by the sheer intensity,“I mean, yeah, I—sometimes—”
“And the color? Navy blue?? That’s, like, illegally good on you!” he continued, completely unstoppable,“And—wait—are you wearing—hold on—”
He leaned in slightly, eyes catching the subtle detail beneath your blazer. “…Is that a body chain?” he whispered, like he’d just uncovered a secret.
You smirked a little,“Maybe.”
He clutched his chest dramatically,“Y/n-chi… I think I’m gonna pass out.”
You laughed,“ God Ryouta, you’re so dramatic.”
“I’m serious!” he shot back, then immediately beamed,“You look insane! Like—elegant but also super hot? I didn’t even know you had this side! I have to admit you surely know how to dress well....”
Your cheeks warmed slightly,“I just don’t dress like this at home.”
“Tragic,” he said instantly,“Absolutely tragic. I’ve been robbed.”
Before you could respond, he grabbed your hand,“C’mon, c’mon—everyone needs to see this!”
“Wait—what?! Kise—!”
Too late. He was already pulling you along, proudly introducing you to anyone who would listen: “This is Y/n-chi!” // “Look at her outfit, isn’t it amazing?!” // “Right?! I know!!”
You groaned, half embarrassed—but also… weirdly pleased.He wasn’t just showing you off. He was proud. Which meant you had won.
___ _ _ _
Later that evening, you finally escaped to the terrace, the noise of the event fading into a soft hum behind you. You needed to catch a breath.
You leaned against the railing, exhaling,“Well, that was surely a lot.”
“Worth it,” Kise said immediately, stepping beside you. You glanced at him,“You’re still going?”
“Always,” he grinned. But then his expression shifted into something softer. His eyes traced over you again, slower this time. Appreciative, but less chaotic… more focused. “…Seriously, though,” he said, voice dropping just a bit,“You look incredible.”
You held his gaze,“You’ve said that like ten times.”
“I’ll say it eleven times more if I need to,” he shot back easily. You laughed quietly. A small pause settled between you. The night air was cooler out here, calmer—and the way he looked at you now felt different from inside. It made the air more electric between you.
He leaned in slightly, just enough that his voice brushed your ear: “…Damn,” he murmured,“I didn’t think I’d want to leave this event so soon…”
Your breath hitched slightly.
“…but this outfit?” he continued softly, a teasing edge slipping in,“would look even better off.”
Your face heated instantly,“Kise—!” This man was so shameless at times...but you also felt seen. Your friend and longterm crush had just confessed his feelings for you. He pulled back with a bright grin, completely unashamed,“I’m just saying~”
You shook your head, trying to hide your smile,“You’re unbelievable.”
“And you’re gorgeous,” he shot back instantly.
…Yeah. You definitely weren’t going back inside anytime soon.
Midorima Shintarou
You adjusted the slit of your dress and immediately regretted having legs,“…Why did I ever agree to this?”
Normally, your wardrobe consisted of soft fuzzy lounge pants, oversized sweaters (sometimes the ones Shin forgot at your house), and really whatever was closest to your bed. Being homeschooled had its perks—comfort was one of them. On the other hand, you’re also glad that the study sessions with Shin gave you a bit of a change of pace.
You used to hang out together back when you were still at his school. But since the English stream was discontinued, you’ve had to study on your own. You’d met him, and through him, his friends too. You’d been happy to have a connection in the real world. Until you fell in love with Shin.
Tonight was a theme party. Hosted by Taiga and Tetsuya. Invited were all of the the Generation of Miracles, as well as other team mates and friends. It was going to be huge.
And more importantly....You had decided to be creative.
The red satin dress shimmered under the light, hugging your body just enough to be elegant… and just risky enough to be dangerous and very sexy, yet tasteful. The high slit showed off your toned leg with every step. And your hair was neatly pinned into a bun. You felt like it made everything feel more refined.
Paired with subtle but very intentional accessories and some red heels...it was stunning. You looked like walking temptation.
Or, more accurately a red lotus. And you knew exactly whose lucky item that was today. You smiled to yourself,“…Let’s see how he handles this.”
This was your way of finding out, wether hed also harboured feelings for you.
___ _ _ _
When you arrived at Taigas apartment, it was already buzzing with energy: loud laughter, good music selected by Himuro and lots of chaos. And in between of it all, there he was.
Shintarō...He stood off to the side, posture perfect as always, glasses reflecting the light, holding what looked like a cup of liquid? (This was probably Takaos doing). He wore a rather sleek and trendy outfit, of course a red lotus charm hangs from his belt loop. Of course.
You walked toward him slowly,“…Shin.”
He turned, then paused. He adjusted his glasses, to hide what he was thinking. He opened his mouth, then paused again. Then there was a sound,“…What.”
You tilted your head innocently,“What?”
Silence. His gaze dropped—immediately catching the slit of your dress. Then suddenly snapped back up like he’d been burned.
“…What are you wearing,” he said flatly.
“A costume,” you replied sweetly, doing a small turn,“Do you like it?”
“…No,” he replied straight forward. You blinked,“Wow.”
“It’s highly inappropriate,” he continued, voice tightening,“The slit of that thing is unnecessary. The fabric is—” he cut himself off, clearly refusing to elaborate further,“You should cover yourself.”
You crossed your arms, amused,“You’re staring a lot for someone who doesn’t like it.”
“I am not staring,” he tried to defend himself. “You are,” you teased him. Clearly liking, where this was going.
“I am observing,” he stated. You stepped closer,“…Observing what exactly?”
He stiffened immediately. “…You are dressed as a red lotus,” he said, like that explained everything.
“Yes,” you said, leaning in slightly,“Your lucky item.”
He went still....like completely still,“…That is irrelevant.”
“Is it?” you hummed,“I thought lucky items were important to you.”
“They are,” he admitted.
“Then shouldn’t you… appreciate me a little more?”
A dangerous pause. His grip on his charm tightened,“…You are being troublesome.”
You smiled, slow and teasing,“Or maybe I’m being lucky.”
That did it. He looked at you again—really looked this time—and his composure cracked just a fraction,“…You should not say things like that in public.”
“Why?” you asked, completely shameless,“I’m just stating facts. I’m your lucky item tonight.”
His ears turned red,“…You are not an object.”
“Then treat me like something better.”
Silence. Suddenly, he took a step closer. A step that took him way too close. “…You are playing with probability in a very reckless way,” he muttered, voice lower now.
You raised a brow,“Oh?”
“…And I do not appreciate variables I cannot control.”
“Sounds like a you problem,” you said with the biggest grin.
That was the exact moment he snapped. He decisively. grabbed your wrist—firm, controlled—and turned,“We are leaving.”
You blinked, startled but not resisting,“Wait—what?! Shin—what about the party? I just arrived...”
“It has become statistically irrelevant.”
“You also just arrived here!,” you tried to get him to stay, as he dragged you out of the apartment.
“I have seen what I needed to see,” he said, voice lower.
“And what’s that?,”you asked. Now you were ready for war, you loved teasing him to the maximum. He stopped just briefly, glancing back at you—eyes sharp behind his glasses, expression far too intense for someone who usually lectured about horoscopes.
“…That my focus has been compromised.”
Your heart skipped,“…By me?”
“…Obviously.”
You grinned,“So I am your lucky item.”
He clicked his tongue,“Do not push your luck.”
But his grip didn’t loosen. If anything, it tightened slightly as he led you out. And as the noise of the party faded behind you, his voice dropped just enough to make your pulse spike. “…You will be held responsible for the consequences of this,” he muttered.
You laughed softly, stepping closer to him.
“Good,” you said,“I was hoping for that. Hoping I would get lucky tonight Shin.”
He adjusted his glasses again, this time, he didn’t even try to hide the faint flush on his face.
Akashi Seijuro
The ocean breeze felt different from anything you were used to.
The air was lighter, the ground beneath your feet was warmer. You felt free. You stood barefoot in the sand, staring at the reflection in your hotel window, barely recognizing the woman looking back at you.
At work/school, your world was sharp lines and structure—tailored blazers, pressed skirts, neutral tones. Everything about you was polished, controlled, intentional. Just as one would expect from the heiress of a multi-million-pound business.
But here? Everything softened. After the exams, Akashi asked you if you’d like to go on a short holiday to one of the seaside hotels run by the Akashi family. It came at exactly the right time. Between all the studying and working in the family business, there was little time for self-care. Akashi knew you just too well.
Your gaze fell once more on the woman in the window refelction. That woman wore a silky, sheer beach cover up, that flowed around your body. It was catching the wind with every small movement. Beneath it, your silhouette was impossible to ignore—curves outlined just enough to tease, not reveal. Showing hints of your swimwear. Golden body chains traced along your skin, glinting in the sunlight like delicate armor of a godess.
Your hair, usually neat and precise, now fell in loose, voluminous waves, a single flower tucked behind your ear.
You looked… stunning and dangerous, yet soft and elegant. It felt incredible. Like something out of a myth.
“…An ocean goddess,” you murmured under your breath. A small smile tugged at your lips,“Let’s see what he thinks.”
___ _ _ _
When you stepped onto the beach, Akashi was already there. He was never not prepared. Standing tall, composed as ever, the ocean stretching endlessly behind him. Even here, in a place meant for relaxation, he carried that same quiet authority—like the world naturally aligned itself around him.
You walked toward him slowly. When he heard the rustle of the sand, he turned. Not obvious to anyone else, but you, he had a little glitch in his mimic. It was unmistakable, he was taken aback. His sharp gaze swept over you, taking in every detail—the flowing fabric, the gold against your skin, the way you carried yourself so differently from your usual composed, businesslike presence.
Slowly a faint, knowing smile appeared and he approached you. Stopping just close enough.
“…Well, well,” he said, voice smooth as ever,“If this isn’t my goddess.”
Your breath caught—just slightly. You tilted your head,“Your goddess?”
“Mm.” His eyes lingered, not hurried, not careless—deliberate,“I had expected elegance.”
A pause,“…But this exceeds expectation.”
You smiled, stepping just a little closer,“Are you saying you’re surprised?”
“I am saying,” he replied calmly,"that I underestimated the extent of your… versatility.”
His gaze dropped briefly to the gold chains at your waist before returning to your eyes,"And I do not make that mistake often.”
You let out a soft laugh,“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should.” The breeze shifted, the fabric of your cover brushing lightly against his arm. He didn’t move away. He stepped closer.
“…You look like you belong to the sea,” he added quietly,“An untouchable, dangerous and yet tempting treasure.”
Your heart skipped,“Dangerous?”
“To anyone who underestimates you,”His voice softened—not weaker, but more intimate.
“And perhaps… to me as well.”
That was new. You searched his face, curious,“Since when are you at risk?”
He smiled faintly,“Since you decided to appear before me like this.”
Heat crept into your chest, but you didn’t back down.
“Then what will you do about it?”
A pause. He reached out, fingers brushing lightly against the strand of hair near your face, adjusting the flower just slightly.
“Adapt,” he said simply. Your breath hitched. The moment lingered—charged, quiet, the sound of waves filling the space between words.
But something had shifted. His gaze seemed to darken, not losing its composure, but gaining weight. Intent.
“…This environment is becoming less suitable,” he murmured.
You raised a brow,“The beach?”
“The distractions.”
You smirked,“Am I the distraction?”
“…You are the only one that matters.” That sent a shiver down your spine. Before you could respond, he moved. One arm slipped behind your back, the other beneath your knees—and in one smooth motion, he lifted you effortlessly.
You gasped softly,“Sei what—!”
“Relax,” he said, already turning toward the hotel,“I have no intention of dropping you my little treasure.”
“You could have just asked me to walk!”
“I could have.” A small pause,“…But I prefer this.”
You stared at him, heart racing, the ocean breeze now replaced by the steady rhythm of his steps.
“…You’re being bold.”
“I am being efficient.”
You laughed under your breath,“That’s not what this is.”
His eyes flicked down to you, calm—but unmistakably intent. “No,” he admitted quietly,“…It is not.”
Silence settled between you again—but it wasn’t empty. It was full. Heavy with everything he hadn’t said. As the hotel doors came into view, his hold on you remained steady, unwavering. Like he had already decided, there was nowhere else you were going tonight.
Atsushi Murasakibara
Usually, getting dressed meant grabbing whatever was clean—track pants, a loose T-shirt, maybe a hoodie if it was cold. Functional. Comfortable. Easy to ignore. Your training schedule meant you rarely had to dress up in your day-to-day life. Mornings were packed with school and afternoons with your volleyball training. After all, it wasn’t every day that you were selected for the national youth team.
But today... today was supposed to be special. Your crush had finally asked you out on a date, and you wanted to impress him.
You spent the whole of yesterday evening rummaging through your wardrobe trying to find something to wear. And today, too, there was a lot to think about: the weather, the venue, what you’d be doing… and after a quick call to your best friend Minnie, your outfit was sorted.
You almost didn’t recognize yourself: black ripped skinny jeans hugged you just right, the fabric torn in all the right places, shaping your legs—and yeah, your ass looked really good. The lace top added a soft, delicate contrast, hugging your torso while still feeling like you. The sheer fabric showing a little skin. Silver jewelry layered across your neck and wrists caught the light subtly, and the black arm gloves gave everything a gothic edge.
The kitten heels were the final touch—small, but enough to change how you carried yourself. The skinny jeans flared just enough at the bottom to stage up the heels.
You stared at your reflection for a second longer. “…Okay,” you muttered,“This is fine. I look fine...actually I look hot.”
___ _ _ _
Your crush, favourite little sweetie and snack lover Atsushi nicknamed Mura, was already waiting when you arrived—leaning against the wall of the bar you wanted to go to, lazily snacking on something, as usual.
Some things were predictable. He was predictable.
You took a breath and walked up,“…Hey Mura.”
He glanced over, half-lidded and uninterested like usual—and then paused mid-chew on his pocky stick.
The snack in his hand lowered slowly,“…Eh?”
You shifted your weight slightly,“What?” Shit, he didnt like the outfit? was it too much? Your thoughts ran wild.
He didn’t answer. His eyes moved—slow, heavy, taking you in piece by piece. From your heels… up your legs… lingering just a second too long at your hips… then to your waist, your top, your jewelry…
All the way back to your face.
“…That’s you?” he asked flatly.
You blinked,“Yes?? Who else would it be? Did you ask another girl out on a date????”
He frowned slightly, like he was trying to process something complicated—which, for him, probably meant he was,“…You look different.”
“Good different or weird different?,” you asked, getting nervous. He hummed, still staring. Then he took another slow bite of his snack, chewing thoughtfully,“…Both.”
You groaned,“Mura—”
He cut you off, stepping closer. And closer to you. You stiffened slightly as his shadow fell over you. Sometimes you forgot how towering tall he was. God, going on this date already had the worst start...
His gaze dropped again, more deliberate this time, less confused… more aware. “…Your butt looks nice,” he said bluntly.
You choked,“EXCUSE ME?!”
He tilted his head,“What? It does.”
Your face burned instantly,“Mura, you can’t just say that!”
“Why not?” he replied lazily,“It’s true.”
You covered your face for a second, trying to recover,“Oh my god…”
He leaned down a bit, eyes still fixed on you—but now there was something softer underneath his laziness. “…I didn’t think something sweet could get sweeter,” he added slowly.
You peeked through your fingers,“…What?” God, why was he saying shit like that?? You never had seen him flirt, so get to know this side of him, knowing he was this agressive....was shocking to be honest.
His expression didn’t change much, it never did really—but his voice dropped just enough to make your heart trip,“…and also be this sexy.”
That hit. Hard. Like really hard. Your heart sank deeper, this man was going to be the death of you. You froze completely, your brain short-circuiting for a second,“Y-you—what—since when do you say stuff like that?!”
He shrugged, completely unbothered,“Since now, I guess.”
Your heart was racing, and you hated how easily he’d done that to you.
“…You’re unbelievable,” you muttered.
“Mhm.”
There was a small pause. Then, unexpectedly, he reached down and lightly tugged at the lace sleeve near your wrist, inspecting the fabric between his fingers.
“…This is nice,” he said,“Soft. Like a mochi.”
“…It’s lace,” it just slipped out. Your mind was no longer able to think clearly.
“Mm.” His grip lingered just a second too long before he let go. Then he straightened, popping the last bit of his snack into his mouth,“…Let’s go.”
You blinked,“That’s it??”
He glanced down at you again, eyes still carrying that same quiet intensity,“…If we stay here, I’ll just keep staring.”
You flushed again,“THEN DON’T SAY IT LIKE THAT!”
He turned, already starting to walk, completely ignoring your embarrassment.
“…Hurry up,” he mumbled.
You followed—trying (and failing) to calm your heartbeat.
And the whole time, you could feel it, his gaze drifting back to you every few steps.
His gaze being hungry in a way that somehow still felt… soft. Just like him. But he clearly wasnt hungry for snacks or food...
NOTE: I deleted a lot of my Haikyuu stuff on here especially the dark dark content -regretting it now-. So to those who are still here from back then and notice, yes there are things missing and I apologize.
Naruto Masterlist
Kinks/What Turns Them On: Kakashi - Minato - Itachi - NSFW
Delicious Madara Smut: Madara Uchiha - NSFW
Lover: Kakashi - NSFW
Enamored: Madara - NSFW
What He Likes: Tobirama - NSFW
Tsukuyomi: Itachi - NSFW
Jealous: Kakashi
Why He’s Special: Madara
Coming Out: Kakashi
нαιкуυυ!!! мαѕтєяℓιѕт
Poly Relationship Headcanons: Hanamaki - Matsukawa - Atsumu - Osamu - Ushijima - Tendou - NSFW - Fluff - I love them all
You’re walking with Midorima and Takao at the airport. You stop at the doorway of your gate to say your goodbyes. Before you can say anything Takao runs off to a vending machine saying “I’m starving after carting the both of you here”
You and Midorima just glance at each other watching your friend sprint towards the vending machines.
Now that you and Midorima are alone you wanted to ask for a goodbye kiss. You knew Midorima gets shy and flustered easily plus he isn’t the type to like pda but you still asked him for a kiss.
“please shin, you know I’m going on that trip and I won’t get to see you all week, just one kiss before I go” you ask as you look up at him with pleading eyes
he rolls his eyes and pushes his glasses up with his index and middle finger. “No, someone may see us” he says
“please, I’ll buy your lucky items for a month” you try reasoning with him
“fine, just one kiss” he says
“yay” you say immediately wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. He places his hands on your hips and leans into the kiss.
You both didn’t notice Takao coming around the corner “look at all the snacks I go- HAHHAHAHA” Takao laughs.
Midorima immediately turns to face the opposite direction of you and takao, you notice the red tint on his cheeks and you giggle to yourself.
Takao rushes to text the team about what he just witnessed. You roll your eyes in response and you can hear midorima sigh behind you. He takes hold of your hand and you turn to face him.
“Looks like we got caught” you say giggling. He rolls his eyes and says “you owe me” he leans down and kisses your forehead and bids you goodbye and hands you his lucky item to keep you safe on your trip.
Takao
You nervously bounce your leg on the bench as you watch the game. With 1 minute left in the game, Shutoku is tied with Serin. You're cheering for your boyfriend Takao hoping they win.
You've watched Takao practicing with Midorima and the other team members, knowing how much this game and sport means to them you want to support them in any way you can.
You're wore Takao’s extra jersey because according to Midirima wearing your significant others' sports jersey when they play will bring them luck.
You hear the scorekeeper shout “SHUTAKU WINS AT THE LAST SECOND WITH NUMBER 10 & 6 SHOOTING A BUZZER BEATER” you and the coaches jump up happily cheering for your team.
You watch Takao shake hands with Serin before entering the locker rooms with the coaches. You decide to help the manager clean up the bench area while the boys speak with their coach. You stop in your tracks when you hear Takao shouting your name, you turn around to see him running at you with full speed.
You run and meet him half way and he picks you up by your waist. You wrap your arms around his neck “I thought you were going to run me over” you say while laughing. “You know I wouldn’t do that” he says pulling you in for a kiss setting you back down on the ground.
Midorima clears his throat and pushes his glasses up on his face with his index and middle finger. “You forgot your phone” he tells Takao. “Thanks, Shin you were right, having y/n wear my jersey did bring me good luck” Takao responds. Midorima slightly smirks and says “I’m always right” you roll your eyes watching the duo.
Takao takes your hand and follows Midorima to your group’s favorite restaurant. You come here with them every time Shutoku wins a game. On the walk there you turn to Takao “can’t believe he caught us kissing” you say. “At least it was Shin, my other teammates wouldn’t hesitate to take pictures or run and tell everyone they knew” he responds.
Kagami
Serin just won their practice match against keijo. Your boyfriend told you he will be a while having to talk with his couch so you both decided to just meet at your spot once he’s done.
You make your way to the restaurant. Before you open the doors to the restaurant you get a text that kagami is on his way. You decide to wait outside until he arrives so you can go in together. Kagami tells you he called in orders ahead of time so you both don’t have to wait any longer.
You pick a booth at Kagami’s favorite burger place. He comes here to eat after every practice & game. You wait quietly for your boyfriend to return with his usual order of 40+ burgers. He heads over to you with a huge smile on his face.
“We won against keijo” he says. “You’re already taking on the generation of miracles, and we haven’t been here a whole week” you reply
You passes a few burgers over to you. “Here eat these” he says. You give him a puzzled expression “Tai, i possibly can’t eat this many burgers” you reply.
“Save them, we’ll eat them later” he responds. You nod your head in agreement. “Can I get a kiss for winning the game?” Kagami asks. “Fine, but you have to share your fries” you reply. “Deal” he agrees. You both lean into kiss each other. You both stop when you hear the sound of someone drinking from a straw. You look up to see Kuroko sitting across from you both.
“HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN THERE.” you and Kagami ask Kuroko. “I’ve been here the whole time, don’t ask me for a kiss cause we won the game” Kuroko replies. “Wasn’t gonna ask you for a kiss” Kagami responds.
You turn and see Kagami’s blushed expression. You laugh to yourself and hand Kuroko one of the burgers that Kagami gave you. “Let’s eat and talk about the game” you say trying to lighten the mood.
Murasakibara
You head to the locker rooms helping your boyfriend gather all his snacks before meeting up with Himuro. You two have only been walking for two minutes and nearly half of his stash of snacks are gone.
You haven’t even left the locker rooms yet, you’re use to his massive appetite but it still shocks you how quickly he can finish a bag of chips.
“Try this y/n chin” he says while handing you a pastry. “What is it?” you ask. “It’s a free pastry that I got from buying so much snacks, it has frosting inside it’s really good” he replies.
You take the pastry and try it. You eye’s immediately light up with how sweet the pastry is. “Wow, it’s really good thanks” you reply.
You notice Murasakibara doesn’t say anything he just stares down at you. You begin to wonder if you got some of the pastry filling on your face. You ask “Did I get some on my fac-“ before you can finish your question your boyfriend is leaning down kissing you and licking the left over frosting from the side of your mouth.
You’re shocked by the sudden action from him but you kiss him back. “You taste sweet, y/n chin” he says. You laugh and reply “so do you” when you turn to open the locker room door you see Himuro standing there.
Murasakibara doesn’t seem to care that Himuro caught you kissing he only cares if Himuro brought his extra snacks or not. Himuro hands him the snacks and walks out the locker room.
“Do you think he will tell anyone he saw us kissing?” You ask. “Don’t know” he replies while opening another bag of chips. He shares the bag of chips. You shake your head slightly finding it hard to believe you found some who loves chips more than you.
Murasakibara walks you home, you both head inside thinking of taking a nap and eating more snacks.
Aomine
You make your way to the rooftop looking for Aomine. Imayoshi sent you looking for him to make him attend practice. You’re the teams assistant manager, Momoi needed all the help she could get with how many boys she has to keep in check mostly Aomine is the one you both have to keep in check.
Since becoming friends with Momoi you didn’t mind helping her. Helping her did include dealing with Aomine. You’ve come to learn that he’s difficult to work with. You finally approach the rooftop ladder and climb your way to the top. You spot Aomine laying down with his hands behind his head and a magazine covering his face.
“Aomine” you say testing to see if he’s awake. He doesn’t respond so you walk over and take the magazine off his face setting it aside. You say his name again while shaking his shoulders. He doesn’t budge. You can tell he’s ignoring you. He’s gotten use to you being sent to make him come to practice, he decided ignoring you was the best option on days he didn’t want to attend games or practices.
You smirk having an idea on how to get Aomine to stop ignoring you. You pick up his magazine that you set aside early and make your way to the edge of the roof. “If you don’t stop ignoring me and go to practice I’ll drop your favorite magazine off the roof” successfully getting his attention he sits up.
“Fine I’ll go, just bring that back over here” he demands. You walk back over satisfied finally knowing how you can make him listen. He grabs the magazine from you and places it bag in his bag. He laughs and says “you’ll have to do more than that to motivate me to practice” he lays back down closing his eyes.
you groan realizing he just played you to get the magazine back. You sit on your knees beside him attempting to shake him again “please go, imayoshi and Satsuki won’t leave me alone if you don’t go” you plea hoping he’ll feel bad and go. He once again doesn’t say anything or budge. Feeling defeated you lay your head on his chest “fine I give up, just tell me what will motivate you to practice, and it better not involve buying you more magazines” you tell him
“I’ll settle for a kiss” he says “fine, wait what?” You ask. “You heard me” he responds. “Why?” You question him. “Do you want me to attend practice or not?” He responds. “Fine just one kiss, if you trick me again I’ll throw you and your magazine off the roof” you reply. He rolls his eyes at your response. He sits up grabbing your chin pulls you in for a kiss.
you lean into the kiss resting your right hands on his thigh. You feel his rough hands start to slide up your shirt. You break the kiss “Aomine” you say in shock. “You should have seen that coming” he laughs at your shocked expression. “It’s not funny” you respond. “Can I kiss you again?” Aomine asks. You nod your head letting him know you’re ok with kissing him again. Truth be told you’ve had a crush on aomine since you and Momoi became friends before you became the assistant manager. You never acted on your crush but you had a feeling Momoi knew you liked him.
you lean in to kiss Aomine again. He slides his hands back into your shirt resting them on your stomach. He stops kissing you looking into your eyes checking to see if you’re ok with his movements. “Can I go further?” He asks. You tell him yes and pull him into another kiss. He slides his hands up the rest of the way to your breasts. He smiles into the kiss. He takes one hand out of your shirt to pull you onto his lap.
“That’s what’s taking you so long to bring Aomine” imayoshi retorts? You break the kiss with aomine embarrassed you hide your face in chest. “I’ll be at practice in five” Aomine says. imayoshi climbs back down the ladder leaving you alone with Aomine.
“We got caught” you shyly say. “I don’t think they care what we do as long as you get me to come to practice” he responds. You slap him on the shoulder for not caring enough about being caught. He laughs & says “call me Daiki from now on”
Your daughter’s cries echoed throughout the room causing your eyes fluttered open almost immediately. With a quiet sigh, you pushed the blanket aside, already accustomed to the routine. You’d barely managed to swing your legs over the side of the bed before a familiar voice stopped you.
“Where are you going?”
You looked over your shoulder to see Midorima had already opened his eyes.
His glasses rested on the nightstand beside him, so you were able to properly see the tiredness in his eyes yet he somehow looked just as composed as he did every morning before leaving for the hospital.
"The baby’s crying Shintaro. Go back to sleep.” You whispered to him. He reached for his glasses before placing them on.
“I am aware.” He responded.
“You have work in the morning.”
“So I do.” He said as he sat up.
“And you’ve barely slept.”
“I am also aware of that.”
You smiled faintly.
“Shintaro."
Before you could continue, he was already standing. He straightened the wrinkles from his sleep shirt before making his way toward the nursery.
“Remain here.”
You watched him disappear through the doorway. With a smile, you rolled your eyes. You didn't listen to his previous words and quietly following after him anyway. You chose to lean against the frame and look at how he attempted to console his daughter.
She was crying so loudly you swore she could've woken up the entire city.
Midorima carefully lifted her from the crib, supporting her head with careful hands.
“There now.”
His voice remained soft as ever.
“You were fed forty three minutes ago.”
He glanced toward the changing table.
“Your diaper was changed immediately afterward.”
A brief pause.
“There is no discernible reason for your distress.”
The crying only intensified.
Hus brows furrowed in confusion as he tried to figure out what the problem was.
He adjusted the blanket yet that didn't do anything. He checked that she wasn’t too warm and she seemed to be of the normal temperature. He gently bounced her in his arms, pacing the length of the nursery
Yet nothing seemed to have been wrong.
“Your heart rate appears normal.”
He said through the crying of his daughter
“No signs of discomfort...No fever.”
For the first time in weeks Dr. Midorima Shintaro found himself facing a problem he could not diagnose.
He looked down at the tiny infant bundled in his arms.
“You are quite the difficult patient.”
A small laugh escaped your lips.
His head turned toward the doorway.
“I thought I instructed you to remain in bed.”
“I wanted to see how my favorite doctor was doing.”
“I have encountered…a complication.”
You raised an eyebrow.
“Really now?"
He looked back down at your daughter, who seemed intent on proving every one of his observations incorrect.
“You should try.”
You stepped forward, unable to hide your smile.
“So we’re requesting a consultation?”
“I believe that would be…prudent.”
The moment you gathered your daughter into your arms, the crying began to soften.
Within seconds, the frantic sobs dissolved into quiet hiccups. Then finally the one thing necessary for a peaceful sleep was received. Silence. She nestled comfortably against your chest, letting out one tiny yawn before closing her eyes as though nothing had happened.
The room fell completely still.
You looked over at your husband.
“Looks like she just wanted her mother.”
Midorima remained silent.
His gaze shifted from your daughter to you
then back to your daughter once more.
"Remarkable.”
You couldn’t help but laugh.
“That’s all you’ve got?” You said as you nudged him, gently placing her back in her crib.
“I accounted for every physiological variable.” He adjusted his glasses.
“Yet I failed to consider the simplest possibility.”
“And what’s that?” He looked at you with a soft smile.
“That her preferred remedy was you.”
Midorima reached out, gently brushing a finger against your daughter’s tiny hand.
She instinctively wrapped her fingers around his.
His expression softened.
“Very well.”
He gave a small nod, as though accepting the outcome of an experiment.
“I shall revise my findings.”
The next evening, when the cries began once again, Midorima didn’t bother checking the thermometer first.
Instead, he calmly looked toward you.
“Our patient appears to be requesting her mother.”
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Daiki Aomine:
The cries of your son echoed through the apartment, effectively destroying the peaceful silence of two o'clock in the morning. You let out a groan, burying your face deeper into the pillow.
Besides you, Aomine didn’t even move. The guy was asleep like a log .
“Daiki.."
Nothing.
You nudged him with your foot.
“Daiki!" You exclaimed which earned
a sleepy grunt from him as a response.
You narrowed your eyes before giving him a considerably harder kick.
“Ow! The hell was that for?!” He said leaning up using his hands to support him.
“The baby’s crying.”
Aomine glanced toward the nursery before immediately flopping back onto the mattress.
“He’ll be aight.”
You stared at him in disbelief.
“Daiki get your ass to our baby."
He groaned as he cracked one eye open.
“You carried him for nine months. I think you got this one.”
A dangerous smile spread across your face.
“Oh really?"
You sat up, stretching your leg just enough for him to notice.
“I will literally kick you hard enough to let you experience a fraction of the pain I went through bringing him into this world.”
Aomine blinked.
Then a laugh escaped him.
"Alright alright you win."
He rubbed the back of his neck, grinning.
“Feisty girl.”
Another cry echoed from the nursery.
“Aight, aight. I’m comin’.”
Still half asleep, he shuffled down the hallway, lazily scratching at the back of his head.
The moment he pushed open the nursery door, his son was still crying, tiny fists in the air as tears streamed down his cheeks.
“Yo.”
Aomine carefully scooped him into his arms.
“Cmon little man.”
Almost immediately the crying stopped.
Your son’s watery eyes blinked up at his father before a tiny hand reached up and latched onto the front of Aomine’s shirt.
“Well damn.”
A tiny yawn escaped the baby.
Then came a quiet giggle.
“You serious?” Aomine chuckled under his breath. “Your mom’s been threatenin my life for the past five minutes and all you wanted was me?”
His son answered by grabbing a fistful of his shirt and refusing to let go.
“Guess we’re cool like that, huh?”
Aomine couldn’t help but smile.
“You got good taste."
He gently bounced him against his shoulder, lazily swaying from side to side.
“Lemme tell you somethin little man.”
His voice dropped into an easy murmur.
“Your mom? She’s scary.”
A tiny giggle.
“But she’s also the toughest person you’ll ever meet.”
He smiled to himself.
“So make sure you listen to her.”
Another giggle escaped your son.
“Cause I definitely should.”
After a bit, your son finally couldn't resist sleep anymore and his tiny breaths eventually evened out against Aomine's shoulder.
"Knew you'd wear yourself out with all that yellin."
He stood there for another minute, gently patting the little boy’s back until he was certain he was asleep. Carefully, he laid him back into the crib, tucking the blanket around his tiny body.
“Sleep tight little man.”
The apartment had fallen silent once more.
When he pushed open the bedroom door, he found you curled beneath the blankets, though the way your eyes immediately met his told him you hadn’t waken up again.
“He’s out?”
“Yeah.” He said as he climbed back into bed, the mattress dipping beneath him.
A lazy smile spread across your face as you scooted a little closer, instinctively curling into his side. Without a second thought, Aomine wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest.
The room settled into a comfortable silence.
“Thanks,” you murmured.
“Hm?”
“For getting him.”
He shrugged.
“Ain’t nothin"
After a moment, Aomine let out a quiet chuckle.
“Yknow.”
“What?”
“He reminds me of you.”
You tilted your head just enough to look at him.
“How?”
A smug grin slowly tugged at the corner of his lips.
“’Cause neither of you can resist me.”
You stared at him for exactly three seconds before bursting into laughter.
“You’re literally so stupid.”
“What?” he laughed. “I’m serious.”
“You are so full of yourself.”
“Nah.” He tightened his arm around you just a little. “Think about it.”
“Our son stops cryin the second I pick him up.”
He looked down at you with that familiar teasing smirk.
“And you? You keep crawling back into my arms.”
You rolled your eyes, though the smile on your face betrayed you.
“Maybe I should’ve let him keep crying.”
“There she is.” He chuckled, pressing a lazy kiss against your forehead. “There’s my feisty girl.”
You huffed, lightly smacking his chest.
“Go to sleep, Daiki.”
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Ryouta Kise:
For the first time in nearly two weeks…the apartment was quiet. Just the peaceful sound of rain tapping softly against the bedroom window. Kise let out a sigh of content as he tightened his arms around you as you slept peacefully against his chest.
“This is nice,” he mumbled sleepily.
You hummed in agreement, still half asleep.
“I think she’s finally sleeping through the ni-"
As though she hated her fathers optimism
A loud wail erupted from the nursery.
The two of you froze.
Kise slowly closed his eyes.
“I shouldn’t have finished that sentence.”
You couldn’t help but laugh as you began sitting up, only for Kise to gently guide you back down onto the pillow.
“Mm mm.”
“Ryouta…”
“I got it.”
“You sure?”
He smiled, brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear.
“Of course I am.”
You frowned.
“You’ve barely slept either.”
“I know.” He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead. “But you’ve been taking care of her all day.”
His smile softened.
“You deserve to rest.”
You looked at him for a moment before finally relaxing back beneath the blankets.
“You’re too good to me.”
“I know.” He said as he gave you a smug smile causing you to roll your eyes.
He laughed quietly before climbing out of bed, stretching his arms above his head.
“Don’t worry.” He flashed you one of those pretty smiles that had made half the world fall in love with him. “Your amazing husband has everything under control.”
You smiled to yourself as he disappeared into the hallway.
“Good luck.”
The nursery door creaked open.
“Heyyy, princess,” Kise whispered, carefully lifting his daughter into his arms. “Daddy’s here.”
Almost instantly, her cries began to settle.
“There we go…” he cooed, gently rocking her. “See? You just wanted your favori-"
He stopped.
His smile faltered.
“Huh.”
His nose twitched. He sniffed once. Then again.
“No way..."
He slowly looked down at his daughter, who blinked up at him with the most innocent expression imaginable.
“Princess…” Another sniff.
"Come on..."
His daughter answered him with nothing more than a gummy smile, the kind that had become Kise’s greatest weakness over the past few months.
He smiled back instinctively.
“Ugh don't look at me like that. Especially after you pooped yourself."
He sighed and smiled at his baby.
“So this is what fatherhood feels like…”
Only minutes ago he’d proudly insisted that you stay in bed, assuring you that he had everything under control.
Now, he was beginning to question every life decision that had led him to this exact moment.
His first instinct was to wake you.
Surely you had handled situations like this far better than he ever could.
The thought barely lasted a second.
He shook his head to himself.
No.
You’d spent the entire day tending to your daughter, barely finding a moment to sit down, let alone rest. The least he could do was keep the promise he’d made only moments earlier.
Besides how difficult could changing one diaper really be?
That confidence vanished the moment he laid her on the changing table.
Kise had watched you do this dozens of times before. It had always looked effortless and easy in your hands but it felt entirely different when he was the one responsible.
He found himself double checking everything, terrified he’d somehow make the diaper worse instead of better. Kise was good at almost everything, yet this challenged him. Because it wasn't as if it were some ball in his hands. Rather it was his precious daughter.
His daughter, meanwhile, seemed thoroughly entertained.
She watched him with wide, curious eyes, occasionally rewarding his concentration with tiny giggles that somehow made the entire ordeal both easier and infinitely more humiliating.
By the time he’d finally managed to clean her up and fasten a fresh diaper around her waist, a triumphant smile spread across his face.
He’d actually done it.
Maybe fatherhood wasn’t as intimidating as he’d imagined.
Carefully lifting her back into his arms, he let out a relieved breath. Thankful it was all over
A familiar warmth of her diaper was felt on his forearm making his smile slowly disappear. He looked down. Then at his daughter then back at back at her diaper which was heavier.
For several long seconds, neither of them moved.
His daughter merely blinked up at him before breaking into another delighted little giggle.
Kise closed his eyes.
“You’re lucky. You are so lucky you have your mommy's pretty face."
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Taiga Kagami:
The soft cries coming from the baby monitor made Kagami awake from his sleep.
He blinked at the ceiling before instinctively turning toward your side of the bed.
Right at the other end you were sound asleep. One arm tucked beneath your pillow, and your breathing was slow and peaceful for what was probably the first time all week. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Finally gettin some shut eye."
Carefully, he slipped out from beneath the blankets, making sure not to wake you before quietly padding down the hallway toward the nursery.
The moment he stepped inside, his daughter’s watery eyes landed on him.
She immediately stretched her tiny arms toward the side of the crib, still sniffling between cries.
“Hey kiddo…”
Kagami rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he knelt beside the crib.
“What happened?”
She didn’t answer, of course.
Instead, she continued staring over the edge of the crib, her little lip quivering.
Following her gaze, Kagami looked down.
Her well loved pink bunny laid on the floor just beyond her reach.
“You cryin over your bunny?"
He let out a quiet chuckle.
“Alright alright."
Reaching down, he picked up the stuffed bunny. One of its ears had long since begun to flop from how often it’d been carried around the apartment.
The second it appeared in front of her, your daughter’s face lit up.
She eagerly grabbed it with both hands, hugging it tightly against her tiny chest.
The crying stopped.
“Scarin your old man over a bunny."
Kagami smiled to himself, expecting she’d settle back into bed now that she’d been reunited with her favorite toy.
Instead she looked up at him. Her hero.
Then reached both little arms toward him.
“Huh?”
A tiny, impatient whine answered him.
He laughed under his breath.
"Alright I gotcha."
Scooping her into his arms, he rested her comfortably against his shoulder as she happily cuddled both him and the pink bunny. Kagami looked over toward the bookshelf in the corner of the nursery.
“One story okay?”
His daughter blinked up at him.
“Just one. And you better not judge my reading."
Settling himself into the oversized beanbag beside the bookshelf, he grabbed the nearest picture book and opened it across his lap. “I ain’t too good at all the funny voices.”
Even so he tried.
The wolf ended up sounding exactly like the grandma. The princess somehow had the same voice as the dragon.
And halfway through the story, Kagami couldn’t even remember which character was speaking anymore.
“Man…”
He laughed quietly to himself.
“I’m really terrible at this.”
No one complained.
Your daughter had long since fallen asleep, curled comfortably against his chest with Bunny squeezed tightly between the two of them.
Kagami looked down at her sleeping face.
“Guess you didn’t mind.”
He leaned back into the beanbag, intending to close the book before putting her back into bed.
Instead…
His own eyes slowly drifted shut.
You then sometime later to an unfamiliar silence. Reaching across the bed, you frowned when you found Kagami’s side empty. Quietly making your way toward the nursery, you pushed the door open just enough to peek inside. The sight before you made your heart melt. The book rested open across Kagami’s lap.
His head had fallen back against the beanbag, mouth slightly open, completely asleep. Your daughter was tucked securely against his chest, one tiny hand gripping the front of his T-shirt while the other refused to let go of her beloved pink bunny.
Even asleep One of Kagami’s arms remained wrapped securely around her, holding her close without a second thought.
You smiled to yourself.
“Awee my two babies.”
Neither of them heard you.
They were both far too comfortable to wake.
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Tetsuya Kuroko:
The nursery had finally fallen silent.
Kuroko stood beside the crib for another minute, watching his son’s tiny chest rise and fall beneath the blanket. Satisfied he was asleep, he carefully tucked the blanket a little higher before quietly making his way toward the door.
“Goodnight.”
He reached the hallway.
A soft whimper broke the silence.
Gradually it began getting louder and louder.
Kuroko paused confused as to what could be the problem. He turned around and stepped back into the nursery.
Almost immediately, the crying stopped.
His son blinked up at him, eyes still glossy with tears, before letting out a tiny sigh as though nothing had happened.
Kuroko tilted his head slightly.
“I see.”
He walked back over to the crib, gently brushing a hand over the little boy’s hair.
“You were awake.”
His son smiled.
After another few minutes, Kuroko tried again. He waited until the little boy’s eyes had drifted shut before quietly walking toward the doorway. Not even two steps toward you and Kurokos shared bedroom and the crying returned.
He stopped in his tracks. But this time, instead of walking back immediately, he remained where he was.
Carefully, he leaned just enough to peek around the doorframe.
His son had pushed himself onto his back, tiny eyes fixed entirely on the entrance to the nursery.
Watching and waiting.
The moment Kuroko stepped back into view
the crying ceased.
His son’s tiny shoulders relaxed almost instantly.
“I see the problem now.”
A faint smile appeared on Kuroko’s face.
He walked back over, resting his hands lightly against the crib rail.
“You wanted to make sure I hadn’t left.”
A tiny hand reached toward him.
Without thinking, Kuroko offered a finger.
His son wrapped both hands around it immediately.
The grip was surprisingly firm for someone so small.
“You have quite a strong hold.”
Kuroko smiled. For someone who was always invisible to everyone else. And in a world where people would never notice if he arrived or if he left. His son did. And a part of that made Kurokos heart flutter with happiness. Some time later, you quietly pushed the nursery door open.
“Tetsuya?”
He looked over his shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “Did we wake you?”
You shook your head before walking over beside him.
“I heard him crying.”
You looked into the crib and saw that the little boy was no longer crying.
Instead, he was happily clutching one of Kuroko’s fingers as though letting go simply wasn’t an option.
“How'd you get him to go back to sleep so quick?"
Kuroko glanced back at his son.
"I believe..."
He paused for a brief moment.
“he dislikes it when I leave the room.”
You smiled.
“Really?”
As if determined to prove his father’s theory, the little boy immediately began fussing the moment Kuroko gently slipped his finger away.
Before the first tear could even fall, Kuroko placed his hand back inside the crib.
Instant silence.
The room grew still once again.
You laughed quietly into your sleeve.
“I think someone has a favorite.”
Kuroko looked down at the tiny hand wrapped around his finger.
His expression softened ever so slightly.
“I think we should consider placing the crib into our bedroom."
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Atsushi Murasakibara:
Sometime in the middle of the night, Murasakibara stirred. Not because of the crying. He was a very heavy sleeper so he couldn't really hear anything 9 times out of 10 when he's asleep. He stirred something small had begun persistently poking his cheek. As if it were trying to wake him.
His eyes slowly open to find his son standing beside the bed, tiny tears streaming down his face.
Murasakibara blinked once
“Hm?”
The little boy answered by rubbing his eyes before patting his own stomach with both hands.
Murasakibara stared at him for a few quiet seconds.
“Hungry?”
A tiny nod.
Another tear rolled down his son’s cheek.
“Mm.”
Without another word, Murasakibara pushed himself out of bed, scooping the little boy into one arm.
Your side of the bed remained undisturbed.
He glanced over for only a moment.
You had spent most of the day chasing after your energetic toddler, and the exhaustion was still written across your sleeping face.
“Let Mommy sleep.”
The words came little more than a sleepy murmur.
His son simply rested his head against Murasakibara's shoulder, still clutching the front of his father’s shirt.
The apartment remained quiet as they wandered into the kitchen together.
Moonlight spilled through the windows, illuminating just enough of the room for Murasakibara to move around without turning on the lights.
He knew exactly where everything was.
Opening the refrigerator, he stood there for a moment, thoughtfully examining its contents.
His son watched with equal concentration.
One small finger eventually reached past Murasakibara's shoulder, pointing insistently toward the fruit drawer.
“Good choice.”
Murasakbiara smiled faintly.
It wasn’t long before the two of them were seated on the kitchen floor, sharing a bowl of sliced strawberries and bananas.
Neither spoke much.
There wasn’t any need to.
The only sounds filling the room were tiny content hums from the little boy and the quiet clink of a spoon against the bowl every now and then.
Watching his son happily eat, Murasakbara couldn’t help but notice the resemblance.
The same sleepy expression.
The same oversized appetite.
Even the way his cheeks puffed out with every bite reminded him painfully of himself.
"You’re definitely my kid.”
His son looked up, grinning through a mouthful of strawberries before offering his father the last slice of banana.
Murasakibara accepted it without hesitation.
“You're definitely your mother's kid too..Cuz I'd never share."
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Seijuro Akashi:
The faint sound of the quiet sobbing made you and Akashi wake up simultaneously.
You blinked against the darkness, immediately turning toward the baby monitor on the nightstand.
“Did you hear that?”
Before you could even throw the blankets aside, Akashi was already sitting up turning on the nightlights.
“I did.”
You reached for your robe, but he gently rested a hand over yours.
“I’ll tend to her.”
“Are you sure?”
He nodded once.
“Rest for a moment my love.”
You tried to rest knowing Akashi had everything other control. But your body wouldn't allow you to. You simply just had to know why your baby was sad. By the time you entered the nursery a few minutes later, you found your daughter buried against Akashi’s shoulder, her tiny fingers clutching the fabric of his pajama shirt.
He looked up when you entered.
“I believe she had a nightmare.”
Your heart immediately softened.
“Oh, sweetheart…”
The little girl looked over at you with tear filled eyes before reaching out with her free hand. Without hesitation, you took it.
The moment both of you were beside her, the tension in her shoulders began to ease.
Akashi noticed it immediately.
“I see.” You looked at him.
“What?”
He remained silent for a brief moment before speaking.
“I don’t believe she wishes to sleep alone tonight.”
You smiled.
“I don’t think so either.”
Carefully, he carried her back to your bedroom and you followed behind him with her favorite stuffed bear.
The room remained quiet, the nightlights were dimmed and the atmosphere gave off a safe feeling. Akashi then gently pulled back the blankets and settled her in the very center of the bed.
“There.”
Your daughter looked from him to you. You smiled gently as you stepped forward with her bear. You placed it down right next to her. She immediately grabbed it and embraced it into a cuddle. She looked once more at the both of you and she made certain both of you were beside her and then she finally lie back against the pillow.
You climbed in first, gently stroking her hair.
Akashi slipped beneath the blankets on the opposite side, pulling them carefully over all three of you.
He placed his head on his hand as he watched his daughter with a smile.
“This was quite an efficient solution.”
You laughed quietly.
“That’s one way to put it.”
He met your gaze across the pillow.
“If she can see both of us when she wakes, there will be no reason for her to fear.”
Your daughter yawned, eyelids already growing heavy.
Within minutes, her breathing evened into the peaceful rhythm of sleep.
You looked over the top of her tiny head at your husband.
“I think she’s got us exactly where she wants us.”
Akashi’s eyes lingered on the sleeping little girl nestled safely between the two of you.
“Perhaps my heart.”
He gently brushed his thumb across the back of her tiny hand.
“Though I cannot say I mind.”
For the remainder of the night, neither of you moved.
Every so often your daughter would stir just enough to reassure herself.
Mama was still on one side and Papa was still on the other.
Only then would she smile in her sleep and drift peacefully back into her dreams.
Request(s): "Ok hear me out ….. I need a pt 2 please"
A/N: Dark fics are some of my favorites to write, and I hope I encapsulated the fact that Reader has been brainwashed and is very much not in a headspace to consent due to the abuse they've been through pre-Part II, blah blah <3 Comments on dark fics are most appreciated btw :) Also, unsure if I prefer calling him Murasakibara or Atsushi lol
Game after game you attended of your boyfriend, watching him from the front of the crowd, feeling eyes on you as you meticulously kept your gaze on Murasakibara. Every practice building up to this had been filled with anxiety for what he'd do with the free time he had in the moment, but for now, you could sit back and relax.
You had to admit, watching him was pleasant; he'd always be beautiful. Long limbs and hair, with a confident aura, surprisingly quiet on his feet for his substantial size. He was elegance and sadism wrapped into a lover all for you.
Murasakibara had made it clear he didn't want anyone else, causing a sick part of you to rejoice and feel special. He was highly sought after and it was you he chose after all.
He stood tall amongst his fellow players, arms stretched out as he guarded from a stable position. He catches your eye in the midst of the standstill, glaring you down with a look you recognize to be lustful. Your thighs clenched, knees coming together to hide the tremble that travelled up your body.
Fear wasn't the only thing flowing through you; your veins swelled with fire all the way down to your loins in preparation for what was sure to come. Your body had been trained through repeated mental and physical abuse, scarring the deepest parts of your soul and carving an Atsushi-shaped cavern deep within you. You craved to fill it, achingly empty without him. You sat with a smile on your face, your foot tapping the ground anxiously – a compelling combination of emotions for Muradakibara to consume.
You stood in communion with your side of the crowd, joining the standing ovation at the game's final score. Murasakibara didn't hesitate in heading over to you, surely inducing the jealousy of onlookers. You simply held out the snacks you bought dutifully, receiving a pleased huff in response. Lips upturned as food met awaiting taste buds, your boyfriend's game was a success and now it was time to reward him. Simple enough, you reassured yourself.
He gripped you suddenly, guiding you up by your shoulder as he continued chewing without emotion. You allowed your body to be directed, the familiar route to the locker room causing a series of flashbacks to your confession to fill your mind. An ache between your legs began to grow, knowing that he would be inside you soon.
He shoves you into the room by the center of your back, harsher than intended – at least you told yourself that.
A few moments pass as you continue to face away from him, head down, allowing the event to simply exist, not taking part in it.
"What are you waiting for?" he prompts dryly, "Take them off." Your shorts are quickly abandoned as you turn around, meeting his gaze in the process. He smiles with a more sincere grin before stepping forward. His hand comes up to enclose the left side of your face tenderly before traveling down to the junction of your neck and shoulder. He only stayed so long on one spot, keeping his hands flat to encompass as much space of your body as possible in his tantalizing travels.
You're spun back around by a spontaneous repositioning of Atsushi's hands on your waist, applying pressure across an eerie expanse of flesh from his size. He had become accustomed to guiding you by force rather than request, neither asking for permission nor forgiveness. You tripped lightly with the suddenness of it all, thankful you had pulled your shorts fully off instead of merely down around your ankles.
You feel his body shift through the air more than actually hear it, an all-too-human sense of others around you, combined with the fact that it was him, made it so clear to you. Both of your eyes shut, yours from embarrassment, as he leaned forward from his position on the ground
Pressure is applied gently, this time between your asscheeks, tongue coming out to tease and test the condition of his property. You had a complicated relationship with this act, the sheer vulnerability of it both turning you on and scaring you deeply. A part of you didn't want it, and a part of it was your favorite thing in the world. He was everything to you, good and bad.
"All mine." The words are rough and muffled by flesh, Atsushi refusing to leave the space between your legs. His tongue prods deep within you, and he can't help but comment on your taste. "A treat after a game, so delicious," he taunts far too easily compared to your rampant-running heart. He must feel it, pulsating around the organ inside you as your body clenches down on him.
"Ready, baby?" His voice is sweet, but you know better than to trust it as he proceeds without waiting for a response, predicting your lack of refusal. Deep breaths fill your lungs shakily as you position yourself against a locker. A less forgiving grip is used on your shoulders as he practically carried you to his preferred area instead.
Holding your left hand behind your back, your boyfriend bent your torso forward over a bench with little concern for germs or your own comfort. You reminded yourself that you'd soon enough get lost in the sensations to come, providing sick comfort.
You were correct. The task got less anxiety-inducing as Atsushi's tip slid up and down against your opening. The teasing excited you, almost as if preventing the act was what got you off. With that thought, he slid the first inch of his cock inside you, careful yet steady, as if meticulously counting to ten and then adding another inch to his invasion.
He was dutiful to his own pleasure, giving you only a moment to adjust before fucking into you without restraint. You found the thought of his legs spread to accommodate the height difference humorous, suddenly distracting you and loosening your hole with its fleeting pleasantness, subsequently making the experience feel even better.
Your legs carried you forward suddenly, your body begging him to trust you with a further arch of your back and spread of your cheeks and hole. You got up on the bench in front of you. A laugh sounded behind you, familiar yet shocking. The same arms that had maneuvered you every which way toppled you backwards with only your boyfriend's support to hold you up. Murasakibara kept his cock inside you throughout the adjustment, resisting the urge to hold you still and fuck you during the process.
You were a feather in his hold, easily adjusted to his wants, happy it was made so easy for you to please if you had to do it. Your entrance was sure to be sore tomorrow, but maybe Atsushi would be nicer to you the following days – he sometimes was.
His pace began to quicken as your torso suffered the brunt of his ill-controlled muscles. "Tighten up," he commanded gruffly, displeased. Sacrificing your stability, adding now-unfamiliar weight to your legs, one of his Murasakibara's hands came up between your legs to bring you to the brink of orgasm alongside him.
The touch was a welcome sensation, the consistent movement of his wrist leading you to nuzzle into his body from the added pleasure.
"Good fucking hole, you know that?" The praise was muttered into your ear. "Going to come in it, say thank you."
The simultaneous pleasure and command were too much for you, an ostinato of 'thank yous' sounding from your lips in succession with his words. A wetness was added to your insides, melding you two together in another way, as if you could get any closer – though it did feel like it in the moment.
Pumping himself past completion, your boyfriend used you, surpassing your own limits. You resisted resisting, settling on wracking your body with lips melded shut in an attempt to make him happy.
Finally, after an unprocessable amount of time, the shaft between your legs was pulled from you with a shameful, slick sound that you should have felt ashamed for. You were once again completely in Atsushi's hold, off the bench and in his arms. A single kiss was pressed to your skull before he spoke against your neck.
His main priority is making sure you’re fed. Providing snacks and food is his love language 10000%
you better hope he doesn’t hear your stomach growl because he’s preparing a meal for you asap. It doesn’t matter if it was just gas - in his mind if you don’t wait within the next 5 minutes you’ll turn to dust
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The two of you are cuddling on the couch as some tv show plays in the background. You lay on your back across the couch while Atsushi’s giant body lays on top of you like a warm weighted blanket. His head of purple locs using your belly as his pillow while he lazily nommed on some pocky sticks. Your sleepy eyes are gazing at the tv with minimal interest while your hands mindlessly play with your boyfriend’s long hair.
Everything was quiet and content until…
“Eh?” Atsushi questions as he lifts his head off your belly. Your hands continues to comb through his hair while you focus on his sudden movement with a quizzical eye.
“Hm? What’s up ‘sushi?” you ask softly. Your boyfriend doesn’t respond, instead he presses his ear against your belly again. You crane your neck slightly to see a surprisingly focused expression replacing his previously mellowed one. You quirk an eyebrow and smirk slightly at his unusual behavior.
“Are you good?” you question with a giggle.
Your only response was a “Shh!” from the purple giant. You bite back a snort and roll your eyes at his bizarre antics as you relax your head on the arm of the couch once more.
About ten seconds of silence pass until Atsushi snaps his head up alarmingly fast- his previously half lidded eyes now opened wider and appearing much more serious. His sudden movement manages to pull a surprised yelp out of you. (A jump of fear may have also been possible if it wasn’t for the purple lump still laying on your front.) His expression confuses you and your eyebrows pinch together in concern.
“Atsushi, what’s wrong?”
After a small beat of silence, he answers,
“You’re hungry Chibi-chin.”
“…uhh..what?”
“You’re hungry. Why didn’t you tell me? You want the rest of my pocky?”
“Uh, no I’m fine babe. Why do you think I’m hungry all of a sudden?” your question ends in a slight giggle now that you realize the silly but sweet reason your boyfriend looked so concerned.
“Your stomach told me.” He answers simply
“My…what did who now?”
“Your belly growled at me chibi-chin. It sounded pretty serious too. It needs to be fed.”
You can’t help but laugh outright now. Does this man even know how adorable he is?
“Mukkun,” you say endearingly, “my stomach’s fine, really! I don’t really feel hungry so if it is growling it’s probably just gas or something.”
“You said you’re not *really* hungry. That means you are a little hungry.” He concludes lazily as he pushes himself off of your body to sit up on the couch.
“I’ll make you some ramen if you want.”
“Well, hold on-“
“Or maybe some omurice.”
“Mukkun…”
“Or we could go out to eat? Kuro-chin told me about this new cafe that has-”
“Atsushi!”
“Eh? Chibi-chin’s getting cranky. I really need to get you something to eat.”
“I…” you begin to retort, but it ends in an amused sigh. You put your hands up in mock surrender.
“Alright ‘sushi you win. Honestly, I could go for any of those options. But be honest with me,” you also push yourself upright into a sitting position. You level your boyfriend with a half hearted scrutinizing gaze and ask,
“Is this really about getting ME something to eat, or are you just trying to feed yourself?”
“Huh?” Atsushi questions as his lips form a small pout.
“Don’t be dumb Chibi-chin,” He says blankly, but continues before you can get offended,
“Of course I wanna eat too, but it’s more important to me that your eating…I…” he shifts his gaze to the side, and you can swear you see a light blush on his cheeks.
“…I like to make sure that you’re eating good. Being hungry sucks, and I don’t want you to have to feel that way.”
He tilts his head even more so that his long purple hair is hiding his face from your view
“And…eating good food with you is more fun than eating alone, so…”
And there goes your heart melting like butter in your chest.
It may seem like basic hospitality to anyone else, but you know just how important snacks and food were to Atsushi. So to have him selflessly offer what he had to you, and offer to buy or even make whatever you want speaks volumes to how much he really cares about your well-being.
“Awww, Atsushi~” you coo as you scooch forward, hands reaching out so you could make the bashful giant look at you. After a bit of half hearted resistance from him, you finally get his red cheeks into your hands and smoosh them as you continue to gush at him.
“You are the cutest, sweetest thing ever! Sweeter than all the ice cream and pocky sticks and mochi in the world!”
With each compliment, his face gets redder and an adorably shy smile begins to creep on his lips. He takes your left hand into his and presses a soft kiss on the back of your fingers.
“I don’t think it’s possible for anything to be sweeter than you, Chibi-chin.”
