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.
Hiii! I really love your blog I spent all day on It. I've never actually requested something on here yet. SOOO here's my request. Momoi and the fem!reader are secretly dating and GOM doesn't know yet because she's scared of coming out to them because who knows what they think and one day when they think their alone and they kiss and GOM sees it all? (and they accept her and her dating girls) thank uuuuuuuu
Hi sweetheart! Sorry for the long wait and thank you for your compliments, you’re very kind! I hope you’ll be satisfied with this, I believe Momoi would be the sweetest girlfriend! Let me know!
Have a wonderful day!
Momoi Satsuki x Fem!Reader, Fluff, Kiss, The GoM
Kissing in the wrong place
One of the perks of dating Momoi was that she was incredibly affectionate. She’d light up entirely every time you laughed and her eyes would fill with fondness as she watched you smiling; she loved to hold hands, exchange kisses on the cheeks or the point of the nose and snuggle together.
Momoi made you always feel appreciated. You didn’t need her to say it, even if she was very vocal about her love for you because you could see it in the way she beamed.
That’s why you never pressured her into coming out to her team. She was scared of their reaction and you didn’t mind giving her the time she needed; you were also a bit afraid of their judgment too, as the boys were an important piece of Momoi’s life.
“I’m sorry SO-chan! I didn’t know we had extra-practice today!” Momoi whined as she swung your interlaced hands back and forth. It was only the two of you behind the building of the gym and there wasn’t the need to restrain yourselves.
You chuckled and shook your head.
“It’s okay, go and be a good manager,” you replied with a warm smile.
Still, Momoi pouted, unhappy.
“I had promised to walk home with you!”
“We can do it tomorrow,” you reassured it, “I’m not mad.”
Momoi sighed, “You should be. You’re too soft on me!”
You giggled and shrugged, “I like spoiling you.”
This made the girl beam and she jumped in your arms, hugging you tightly. Then she pulled back just enough to look at your face and grinned mischievously.
“I should reward you for being such an amazing girlfriend…” purred, batting her eyelashes. She was near enough to your breaths to mix.
“Momoi this isn’t the right place…”
“Nobody is here, SO-chan!” She chirped, lips brushing together like feathers, “It will be our pretty, little secret.”
You felt your cheeks flaming, but couldn’t look away from her intense pink eyes and didn’t muster to form a reply in time. She leaned and kissed you softly, warm cherry lips moving on yours in a slow and hypnotizing dance. Her hands played with your hair as you grabbed her shirt.
“OH FUCK!”
Momoi froze in your arms and you divided abruptly.
The entire Generation of Miracles had just turned the corner where you were hiding and was now staring at you wide eyes. Momoi slowly retracted and you could see how her small smile faltered and quivered.
“G-guys-I-Sorry-This-”She mumbled as the panic filled her lungs. You didn’t feel any better, looking like a deer struck by the lights of a car.
“I KNEW IT!” Kise was the first one to react, bouncing towards you with a shining smile. He pulled Momoi in a quick hug and grinned at Aomine, “I told you she was in love! I told you!”
Aomine grunted and look away.
“Dai-chan?” Momoi called in a small voice, but Kise answered for him.
“He was annoyed that you didn’t go to his house last weekend, for your usual movie night. I bet, seeing how happy you were recently, you had a date! I was right!” he revealed, proud of himself.
“I wasn’t annoyed!” Aomine growled, pink dusting his cheeks.
“You were, Aomine-kun.” You nearly screamed as a boy appeared in front of you from nowhere. He bowed at you politely.
“Kuroko Tetsuya, nice to meet you.” Yeah, you had guessed.
Flustered, you bowed too.
“SO, the pleasure is mine!” you managed to stutter and all the attention was on you again.
Kise was still hanging on Momoi, but his golden eyes scrutinized you.
“She’s cute.”
“I know!” Momoi thrilled immediately, forgetting all of her preoccupation.
“Don’t be rude, Kise.” Midorima cut in, approaching to introduce himself.
Akashi followed with Murasakibara.
“You’re tiny,” the latter commented, patting your head, “But you suit Momo-chin.”
You blushed and offered a smile.
Akashi was as polite as always.
“I’m Akashi Seijuurou, Captain of the Teikou team. It’s a pleasure to meet Momoi’s girlfriend.” He shook your hand and observed you with a warm light in his eyes, seemingly satisfied by what he was seeing.
Well, nobody seemed worried about you being a girl in the end.
Finally, Aomine joined he grouò. He stared down at you, towering in a way that made you shiver a bit. He looked slightly dangerous, dark aura and scowling face…
Momoi held her breath.
“Are you properly taking care of her?” he asked sharpening his gaze, in a low tone.
“Dai-chan!”
You nodded furiously.
“I-I’m trying my best!”
Aomine relaxed his shoulders and hummed satisfied.
“Then it’s fine. And next Saturday you’re invited too,” he murmured averting his gaze, but at the same time, he ruffled your hair.
Momoi covered her mouth, nearly crying for the happiness before she wrapped her childhood friend in a hug.
“Thank you Dai-chan!” He rolled his eyes but patted her back.
“Can I come too?” Kise joined the conversation bouncing around Aomine.
“Hell no!”
“Aominecchiiii!”
“Kise don’t be loud.”
“Kise-chin, Mine-chin doesn’t like you.”
“That’s hurt Murasakibaracchi! And it’s not true!”
“Stop being a puppy, Kise!”
“Could you please quiet down a bit, you’re scaring our guest,” Akashi tried to tame them, but they were already bantering.
Kuroko gently tapped your shoulder and offered a faint smile.
“I’m sorry, they’re childish and noisy, but I’m afraid you’ll have to bear it from now on.”
You smiled fondly, looking at Momoi as she laughed cheerfully with her friends, “It’s okay, I look forward it.”
GoM + Kagami playing with their daughter please? It can be a range between playing house, tea party, dressing up, or fairytale roleplay where their daughter is the princess and the GoM member is the prince saving them from the dragon. Thank you! ^o^
Hi dear! I’m so sorry If I made you wait so much! I’m having a hard time right now and so it’s a bit difficult to write; however, don’t worry you all, I’m not abandoning this blog, I just have to go through this difficult moment and I’ll be back as before! I hope you’ll like it, even if it sucks a bit. I used things that happened to me with my little sister to make it more real XD
It took me a lot to choose the names of the girls (you can find the meanings at the end), so if you want to know why I’ve chosen them, just ask! I’ll be happy to explain my contort thoughts.
Have a nice day!
The GoM, Kagami Taiga as Fathers Playing With Their Daughters
Aomine Daiki
Being a father, Aomine had discovered, required more energy and braveness than he could have ever thought. However, he had always been determined to be the best dad ever so he was ready to do anything.
Playing Tea Party included.
And that’s why he was stuck in a tiny pink chair, with a porcelain teacup in his big hands. He was frowning and fidgeting, not understanding why those toys were so fragile and small, but, every time his daughter Mitsuko looked at him, he would grin fondly.
“Do you like the tea, dad?” The child asked, literally beaming. Her round, blue eyes were sparkling as she watched her dad playing. He was often traveling to play basketball, so every moment spent together was precious.
“Yes, it’s very delicious,” he replied faking to take a sip, “Thank you.” It was a bit embarrassing, but he was too engrossed staring at his daughter’ smile to mind.
“I’m happy!” she clapped her hands and bounced near to him, to pour another cup, “See, I believe Miss Bunny doesn’t like it…” Mitsuko whispered in his ear with a scowl.
Aomine hid a smirk and faked to frown too, “Miss Bunny?” asked pointing a finger to the plushie seated in front of him,
His daughter nodded gravely.
“That’s very rude,” he shook his head in disbelief, “Do you want me to kick her out, kid?”
The girl chuckled covering her mouth, “No, no dad! We’re friends! But we’re arguing!”
“Uh, really?” Aomine asked as she offered him some plastic cookies, “Why?”
“We had a fight.”
“A fight?” he replied surprised, mimicking to bite the cookie.
“Miss Bunny stole my basketball,” she explained with a pout and Aomine had to masque another chuckle. His partner had already told him that Mitsuko couldn’t find the basketball anymore and had cried for three days straight. It seemed the poor Bunny was the culprit now.
“Have you asked her where it is?”
“Yes, but she didn’t say it!” The child glared at the plushie, “So, I punched her in the face.”
Aomine nearly choked, coughing. Trying not to laugh and showing a serious expression, he patted his daughter on the head and forced her to look at him in the eyes.
“Oi kid! You shouldn’t punch your friends, even if they made you mad,” he scolded her mildly. The girl crossed her arms. “Kid?”
“Fine…’m sorry.” She replied with a sigh.
“Good, now apologize properly.” Mitsuko rolled her eyes in a totally Aomine-like way, but reached the plush and took the rabbit’s paw in her hands.
“I’m sorry Miss Bunny. Let’s be friends again.” She begged earnestly.
It was so cute that Aomine regretted not having his phone to take some photos.
“Good!” Aomine smiled and stretched to ruffle her hair, a shine of pride in his eyes, “Now pour some tea for me and Miss Bunny, she said she wants more.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely yes.”
Kise Ryouta
Kise was comfortably seated on the floor, with the back against his daughter’s bed. Yua was curled on it and was playing with his hair; her little face was scrunched with concentration and her chubby fingers carefully combed the locks.
“What style do you want, dad?” she asked squishing his cheeks.
“Mmmhhh…I’ll leave it to my favorite hairdresser!”
The girl beamed and clapped her hands.
“Braids?”
“Oh!” Kise gaped with excitement, “Do you think I’ll look good with them?”
She nodded with a bright smile.
“Daddy looks good with anything!” she chirped before kissing his forehead. Kise swooned, covering his mouth with a hand as he screamed in his mind how cute his daughter was. He felt so blessed.
The child resumed playing with his hair and fought hard to style two tidy braids. Kise was so happy for having decided to keep his hair long. He was determined to enjoy his playtime with Yua for as many years as he could.
“Pink or blue hair ties?” She asked again, furrowing as she looked at her vast collection of hair pins and such.
“One and one?” Kise suggested with a smirk and the girl thrilled enthusiastic.
“That’s perfect!” She agreed; her favorite color was pink, but her dad’s was blue so…that was the perfect compromise. Yua also added a butterfly hairpin for his bangs on the front, her favorite one.
When she finally finished, she gave him a mirror to look at her masterpiece.
Kise faked to hold his breath in awe.
“I’m gorgeous!” he said caressing the braids and the child wrapped her arms around his neck.
“See? I told you!”
“I bet it’s all thanks to you!” he replied with a proud smile, giving her a kiss on the forehead. “So, should we go and show around my new style?”
Yua considered it briefly, before showing him her puppy eyes.
“Can you braid my hair too? So that we look the same!” she pleaded with an adorable, innocent smile. Her dad was whipped to that.
Kise chuckled, “Sure love, sure.”
Akashi Seijuurou
It was a beautiful sunny day and Akashi was seated in the garden together with his daughter, Aiko. They had a drawing block each and pastels were spread around them, as they draw quietly, humming a children song together.
“Look, look dad!” the little girl chirped excitedly as she gave the final touch and stood up with the paper in her hands. She stumbled in Akashi’s arms, proudly shoving in his face her drawing. “It’s you and me, dressed like a prince and a princess!”
It was a very clumsy drawing, typical of a child, yet Akashi widened his eyes and gave her a surprised look.
“This is beautiful!” he complimented her, “You’re becoming very good!” Akashi added stroking her hair affectionately.
Aiko beamed and pressed it to his chest.
“It’s a gift, for you!”
“Are you sure?”
“Sure!”
“Thank you,” he kissed her forehead, “Then I’ll give it mine to you!”
Akashi gave her his own drawing, the portrait of his daughter with flowers in her hair. The child thrilled in excitement, looking at her own face in awe.
“This is so beautiful…”
“Do you like it?” Akashi felt so proud of that reaction.
However, the child shadowed a bit as she nodded.
“What’s wrong?” he asked carefully, lifting her chin.
“Mine…is not good as yours,” she admitted sheepishly.
Akashi blinked and he had to restrain a fond smile.
“Are you sure?” he asked faking a furrow, “I prefer yours.” Her head perked up immediately and she scrunched her nose in disbelief.
“You’re lying,”
“I’m not lying, lying is bad,” he chuckled, “I really like it.”
“Really really?”
“Really really,” he assured her with a serious expression, “And why don’t we made a pretty frame so that I can put it into my office?”
Aiko thrilled enthusiastic and jumped on her feet, dragging him by the sleeve.
“We’ll do the prettiest frame, together!”
Murasakibara Atsushi
“And three spoons of sugar…” Atsushi read quietly, as he was standing in front of the counter of the kitchen with a big apron. On it, there was clumsily sewn “Best Dad”.
“It’s four, daddy!” His daughter, Ume, chuckled, poking his side. She was standing on her tiptoes on a chair, leaning so much to look at the book that was surely going to fall soon.
“Ah, you’re right,” he hummed nodding, “You’re so good at reading already,” he patted her head with a small smile.
“Daddy! Not with the hand with the flour!” But she was laughing happily even as her hair became white, faking to push him away in her pretty violet apron.
“We’ll take a bath later while we wait for the cookies then,” He reassured her and she faked to pout.
“Together?” Ume inquired, usually against the idea of bathing. Drying her long hair took too much time.
“Together.”
She seemed satisfied and resumed looking at his calm dad as he prepared the dough for the cholate cookies.
“Can’t I eat it?” she asked at some point, eyeing it with a hungry face. She even licked her lips.
“It’s bad for your tummy.” Her dad snatched away the bowl and the girl whined, batting her eyelashes.
“Pleaseeee!” Oh, the puppy face.
Murasakibara sighed. Well, he had never been a responsible adult when food was concerned.
“Here,” conceded stretching her a spoon of dough. She chirped and ate it immediately, humming in approval.
Then they started to finally make the cookies with cute animal-shaped cutters. She made each one meticulously and nodded proudly when they came out right: it wasn’t that easy when some animals had so many legs.
“Ah! Let’s use the kangaroo!”
“Uh? I thought you didn’t like it?”
“It reminds me of Uncle Aomine.”
Murasakibara nearly choked on his saliva. Useless to say he was going to tell his friend as soon as he saw him.
“I had a wonderful idea!” Ume suddenly exclaimed, “We should do all the cookies like the Uncles and the invite them to eat!”
The man had to suppress another laughter.
“Are you sure you want to share? They eat a lot.” He teased and the child scrunched her nose.
“Well, maybe we can share only some of them…?”
“Deal.”
Kuroko Tetsuya
Kuroko looked around the small living room, a smile ghosting on his lips.
“Ah…let’s see, where could Rai be?” ha asked purposefully aloud, hands on his hips. He heard a chuckle but feigned ignorance and went to look under the table in the middle. Then he checked under the couch and inside some boxes of toys.
“Nothing!” he exclaimed surprised and shook his head, “Is it magic?” he wondered, searching behind the door and then in the oven of the small, plastic kitchen.
Another fit of giggling.
He could see her daughter hidden behind the curtains; she had his vanishing powers, but on the other hand, her voice was thrilling and after she had learned to talk he did never fear to lose her around again. To his immense relief.
“What if she has left me?” he asked sitting on the ground and crossing his arms, “I’d be heartbroken, my cute Rai.” He wasn’t the best or most emotional actor, but for his daughter was enough.
She tensed and silenced, a bit worried and Kuroko sighed again.
“I want to cry, I miss her so much…”
“DADDY!” The little girl rushed out of his hiding and flew in his arms, “I’m here!”
Kuroko burst into a laughter, hugging her close.
“Here you are! So, you didn’t abandon me?”
Rai pouted and poked his right cheek, “I’d never abandon you! Did you forget we were playing hide N seek again?” she scolded him.
Kuroko widened his eyes and nodded, “You’re too good at this, I forgot and got scared.”
The girl chuckled covering his mouth; she was satisfied that her dad missed her so much.
“Dad you’re hopeless!”
Kuroko laughed fondly, “Yes, I couldn’t live without you.”
She nodded and left a kiss on his nose, “Don’t worry, I’m staying here forever” reassured him before she grabbed his hand and tried to pull him up, “Let’s try again! This time I’m going to search for you!”
“Are you sure?” he mocked, knowing that he was extremely good at that game, but Rai rolled her eyes like an adult.
“Yes, I can win against you. I’m the only one who can always find you, I’m your princess!” she professed with a proud smile and Kuroko melted inside, ruffling her light blue hair as he stood up.
“Alright, I count on you then.”
Midorima Shintarou
“And then the knight took his sword and-”
“Does he want to kill the dragon?” The voice of her daughter, Yoshiko, interrupted Midorima.
They were in her bed, tucked under the blanket in their pajamas. It was their daily, special moment together: Midorima reading her stories and fairy tales. However, as always, she didn’t like how things went and Midorima had learned to adapt fast to her tastes. She was a smart child, but she thought about things too much and simple stories didn’t entertain her too much.
“I think so,” he replied, biting down a smile as he saw a pout on her lips.
“Why?”
“The knight wants to kill the dragon so that he can save the princess,” he explained patiently and she crossed her arms.
“That’s stupid!”
Midorima raised an eyebrow, “Language, Yoshiko.”
The child widened his eyes covering her mouth and smiled sheepishly, “Sorry dad!”
Midorima knew it was Takao’s fault for that, even if he was incredible with children he didn’t have filters, and sighed.
“Why you don’t like it?” he asked instead of scolding her too much and she darkened again.
“If I were the princess, I’d have befriended the dragon and left on my own.”
Midorima chuckled amused, “It sounds more interesting.”
“Yes! I mean, it’s a dragon! You can’t kill it! We could go on fantastic adventures!” she thrilled tugging his sleeve and he decided to close the book, placing it on the bedside table.
“Really?” he asked faking surprise and she nodded.
“Yes! Do you want me to tell you our story?”
“I’d love it,” he smiled before pulling her closer to his chest and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She snuggled comfortably against him and fought a yawn.
“Once upon a time, there were Princess Yoshiko and his dragon Shin-chan…”
Kagami Taiga
The living room of the Kagami’s was full of roars, laughter, and giggles. Kagami Taiga himself was crouched on all four in the middle of the carpet, emitting animal noises as his daughter Hikaru fought him with a wooden sword. He had even some whiskers drawn on his face and the girl wore a pink dress.
“How could you kill my prince, you monster!” she screamed, a cape on her shoulders as she angrily waved her weapon.
Kagami growled and clawed at her. She shrieked but avoided, before launching against him with a battle yell.
“DIE!” Hikaru hit his heart.
Kagami raised on his knees with an incredulous expression, keeping the sword against his chest. He emitted a pained cry and staggered around, then stretched a hand towards her daughter and dramatically whispered a broken…”P-prin-cess…”
Finally, he fell on the floor and closed his eyes.
The girl covered his mouth and reached him to cradle his head.
“Oh no! I could! He was my prince and I killed him!” she sobbed hard curling around him and caressing his hair.
Some seconds passed in silence before Kagami tapped her hand and opened his right eyes.
“Hikaru, for the magic to work, you have to close your eyes!” he whispered.
“Ah!” she remembered, immediately shutting her eyes closed, “Sorry dad!” replied, worried that their inexistent public could hear them.
Kagami repressed a snort and slowly stood up, as his daughter continued to cry; he draped a red cape on his shoulders and took a plastic sword and a crown. Then he knelt and shook the girl.
“My princess,” he called in a serious tone, “I’m here! You killed me when I was a dragon, but your warm tears of true love have saved and brought me back to life!”
She gasped loud, “My prince!” and jumped in his arms, as he spun her in the air.
“You’re alive!”
“It’s all thanks to your magic!” He kissed Hikaru on the forehead and she beamed happily.
“Now we’re going to live happily forever after!”
Kagami nodded and suddenly lifted the girl to put her on his shoulders.
“And I can still transform into a dragon now that you saved me, so we can fly towards new adventures!”
The child chirped and laughed delighted, grabbing his hair.
“Then let’s fly to the end of the world and back!”
“As you wish my princess!” Kagami grinned before he started running all around the apartment.
Mitsuko: Child (of) Light
Yua: Yu is “tie, bind” and A “love”, but Yu can also be “excellence” or “gentleness”
Aiko: Little Love
Ume: Plum
Rai: Trust
Yoshiko: Child (of) Wisdom/Righteousness, but Yoshi can be also “good luck”
Bodyguard!AU for Gom + kagami + hanamiya + haizaki, where they have to protect fem reader who is the only heir of the most influenced family's company... what kind of bodyguard they would be I can't even imagine it lmao😂 headcannons or scenarios, it's up to you, thnx^o^
Hi sweetheart! I loved this ask! A bodyguard Au? I’m on it! Bodyguards make me faint, it’s a really hot trope. Knb boys as bodyguards? Even better! I hope you’re going to like those headcanons!
Have a nice day!
Bodyguard!Au KnB
Aomine Daiki – Codename: “Kurohyou*”
Attitude: Roughand blunt, don’t expect to be pampered by him. Politeness, what’s that? He hasto keep you safe, not to babysit you, so do what he says and everything isgonna be alright. Scowling and frowning half of the time. Teasing and annoyingwhen he’s bored, unluckily it happens often. He can be dense, but if you needan emotional support, he can try to be it for you, in his awkward way. Aominedoesn’t take orders from anyone once he’s been hired, maybe he can listen toyou if he deems you worth. Lazy at home and try to be bossy, but if you pout orrefuse he’s going to do what you ask him (while complaining). He doesn’t likeofficial/formal events and complains every time, you have to keep him in checkbefore he offends some important diplomatic or similar.
Uniform: Outsidehe wears a black suit with white shirt and black tie (+bulletproof jacket), buthe wears it a bit messily (shirt outside the pants and loosened tie); at homesweatpants and t-shirts, if he’swearing something. You found him more than once only in his boxer.
Weapon: Blacktwin guns, he keeps them on his back.
Skills: He’sa genius shooter and awesome at hand-to-hand combat, a natural fighter. Heprefers to stick by your side and intimidate everyone with his presence (andgrowling). He’s fearless, reckless and ready to shield you with his body.
Kise Ryouta – Codename: “Gold”
Attitude: Thecheeky charmer. He treats you politely as if you were a princess, but he alsoteases and flirts with you at any chance. Since he attracts too much attention,he uses it as a weapon. Everybody loves him, especially girls and can obtainwhatever he wants. He fakes to be your boyfriend as a cover and takes it way too seriously. When it concerns yoursafety, he’s worse than a nagging mother. Excessively observant, you cannotescape his protection. He likes to take care of you with the small things(styling the hair, choosing outfits, baking, suggestions for your eventualcrush…) and he considers himself your best friend.
Uniform: atwork he wears a tailored black suit with a red tie (+bulletproof jacket); athome casual/trendy outfits that “makes him look hot”, as he proclaims. He likesblack leather jackets and always wears a red ruby earring.
Weapons: Oneright-handed golden gun.
Skills: Incredibleaim and quick reflexes, also good at close-ranged combat. He has a lot ofcontacts and does not mind deceiving, seducing, using and faking to obtain whathe want; he’s sly and cunning, cold-hearted with other people. He knowsdifferent languages and he’s a quick learner about anything.
Kuroko Tetsuya – Codename: “Ghost”
Attitude: Serious,a bit strict, but with a hidden soft spot for you. He’s your emotional support,he doesn’t only protect you but he makes sure you’re alright psychologically.He can go from a cold-blooded bodyguard to a soft friend in three seconds. He’snearly invisible and uses this trait to his advantage. He takes care of all thehouse chores and of your health better than anyone else.
Uniform: Whenworking he wears anonymous clothes that help him blending in the mass, so theydepends on the occasion (+bulletproof jacket). At home, he prefers comfysweaters and skinny jeans (the sexy but pure librarian look, if you know what Imean)
Weapon: Throwingknives.
Skill: Don’tunderestimate him, he’s deadly. He prefers middle-range combat, but he’s alsogood at close one. He uses his invisibility to lure enemies and bring them downbefore they can understand what’s happening. A good hacker, he has tracked yourmobile. Sometimes even you have problem finding him.
Midorima Shintarou – Codename: “Prophet”
Attitude: Hetries to be extremely professional and strict; truth is he’s just stiff andawkward. He blushes easily and it’s easy to mess with him when he’s notworking. However, he’s incredibly organized and prepared about everything.Nothing catches him by surprise. He checks everyday both your horoscopes anduses it as a main reference for his job: as ridiculous as it sounds, it works.During formal occasions he performs perfectly, being able to entertain anddiscuss with every type of host, talking about various matters from politics toscience, but without overstepping any boundary. Your parents love him and histraditional politeness. He can be very reserved and quiet, but doesn’t mindlistening or paying attention to you. He’s the type who does secret gestures tomake you happy and then fakes it wasn’t him.
Uniform: Heproperly wears a suit and tie at work (+bulletproof jacket) but the colorsdepend on the horoscope. At home, he likes jeans and shirts, with different pullovers.
Weapons: Modifiedrifle, his treasure.
Skills: Hedoesn’t mind escorting you around, but in official or dangerous situations heprefers to organize a net of bodyguards and to strike down the enemy by afar.He’s a professional sniper, 100% accuracy. He prefers to have another bodyguardto work with, so they can cover both long and close range. He’s a gift foraccurate predictions.
Murasakibara Atsushi – “Crasher”
Attitude: Bossy,teasing and seems lazy. Actually, he’s so observant sometimes he scares you: heseems to always know what you want to do, so don’t even try to sneak outwithout his permission. He treats you like a kid and if you don’t listen tohim, he just picks you up by sheer force. He’s demanding and lets you take careof everything except your safety and the cooking. He prepares meals moredelicious than your chef’s ones. If he’s hungry he becomes scary. You oftenfind him eating snack in front of the computer, earphones on as heplans/develops something new.
Uniform: hehates suits and ties, so you have to force him when needed (+bulletproofjacket). Otherwise he prefers sweatpants/jeans and comfy hoodies.
Weapons: ironknuckles
Skills: Actually,he’s the best hacker around so usually the enemies doesn’t make it past hisdefenses, traps and net of agents. Legends tell he has crashed FBI’s network.He knows plans and attack weeks before they happen. If it comes to close-rangedcombat, he uses two iron knuckles to knock down the threats. His statureintimidate everyone.
Akashi Seijuurou –Codename: “Tenshi”**
Attitude:Why people are threating you if Akashi is your bodyguard? It’s a lost war, hehasn’t been wounded nor he has failed a mission once. He treats you extremelykind and politely until you do as he wants. He knows the best for you and howto keep you safe, so he doesn’t accept “but”. He spoils and indulges in yourwishes until he deems them safe. Everybody both admire and fear him, as you do.Extremely awkward if you treat him with fondness or honest affection, he’s notused. He’s also useless with house chores or common, daily things. He neverkills anyone in front of you, but rumors say he’s ruthless and cold-blooded. Ifsomething shocking happens, he prepares you a hot cup of tea and cuddles withyou on the couch, whispering comforting words.
Uniform: tailoredgrey suit with red tie (+bulletproof jacket); at home tailored black pants andwhite shirts. He’s always very elegant, prince-like. However, when he’s tiredhe wears jeans and big hoodies that make him look younger and cuter.
Weapons: Akatana and a gun.
Skills:The katana is part of his body and he maneuvers it with perfect efficiency andrapidity. He uses the gun during unfair fights or if necessary. He knowsdifferent languages and dialects. He’s also good with rifles and hand-to-handcombat. Has hundreds of contact and underlings. He’s enough brilliant topredict attack and find enemies before they can even think to attack you.Doesn’t mind torture if he needs it.
Kagami Taiga – Codename: “Tiger”
Attitude: Hedoes his best at everything. He’s loyal, brave and incorruptible. Kagami can behot-blooded and short-tempered, often arguing with you about the smallest thing(in a playful way), but he’s going to apologize if he realizes he has hurt youfor real. He’s very warm and friendly, kind at heart, often trespassing theboundaries and being more of a friend or a big brother than a bodyguard. Hegets embarrassed easily by the most innocent insinuations, but since he’s grownup in America he’s pretty comfortable with PDA, he doesn’t even realize he’stouching you. He’s a good housewife, you live well with him. Strict about yoursafety, ready to fight you if he doesn’t agree about something. He would shieldyou with his body. He can be naïve, but he’s able to reassure and comfort youwithout even realizing it, in his faithful honesty.
Uniform: Ifhe has too, a black suit and tie (+bulletproof jacket). Usually he goes withjeans and t-shirts or sweatpants and tank tops…very casual and urban. He looksstylish without trying.
Weapons: Ablack gun and a knife
Skills: Heexcels at hand-to-hand combat and has an awesome aim. More than technique, hisit’s animal instinct. He moves on reflexes and hunches, without stopping tothink or doubt: he acts. Reckless, doesn’t fear anything, high tolerance ofpain. Speaks English perfectly. His glare is scary as much as his height. Verymuscular, he can pick you up without efforts.
Hanamiya Makoto – Codename: “Fox”
Attitude: He’ssly, cunning and vicious. Even if you know he’s not going to betray you,sometimes you’re intimidated. You mustn’t show your fear or he’s going to teaseyou even more. He loves teasing and harassing you in the most subtle ways.Lucky for you, he’s territorial: he’s the only one who can have this attitudewith you. If someone else tries it, Hanamiya will kill him in a matter ofseconds. Too brilliant and smart for you to escape his supervision. He doesn’tcare you’re part of the high society or that you’re the one who hired him: youtry to pull a smart move and he’s going to tie you to the bed.
Uniform: whatyou pick for him, he doesn’t really care. Nothing flashy, he wants to passunnoticed (+bulletproof jacket). At home jeans and sweaters, monochromatic ifpossible.
Weapons: rifle,teaser and pocketknife.
Skills: Prefersto work as a sniper, not a fun of hand-to-hand combat prefers to shock theenemy with the teaser and then killed them with a knife. He’s a strategist andbelieves in “who attack first wins”. Usually he prefers to find your possibleenemies before and then hunt them down. He knows poisons and venoms, not afraidto use them. Incredible faker, he can persuade everyone that he’s a sweetheart.Vast knowledge of everything, from computers to local geography to history togossip to politics… Cold-blooded, loves psychological torture.
Haizaki’s Shougo – Codename: “Mercenary”
Attitude:He’s a mercenary, so make sure you’re really the one who’s paying him the most.Bossy, violent and vulgar. He teases you and harasses you, doesn’t care aboutorders or higher-ups. He does his work well, but nothing more. Until you’rephysical safe, it’s okay. Jealous as hell, he doesn’t want you to praise otherbodyguards or hang out with other guys. He doesn’t mind using illegal ways tokeep you safe.
Uniform: heputs on a suit only if you pay him more or if you compliments him saying himmuch he’s hot with it. (+bulletproof jacket) Otherwise, he wearsjeans/sweatpants and t-shirts with women or English mocking lines.
Weapons: knivesand a gun
Skills:absolutely ruthless and cold-blooded, he basks in violence and likes to physicallytorture his opponents. He…doesn’t feel pain? He never stops, like a machine.Strong and fast, but also cunning; he wants to crash the enemy. Doesn’t mindgetting his hands dirtier and dirtier. He has illegal contacts and shadybusinesses going around.
Can I request drabble scenario with GoM+Takao+Hanamiya when they expect their s/o to be interested in girly stuff like make-ups, shoes, clothes, etc, but instead they're interested only in anime, K/J-pop, computers and internet, books, and writing?
Hi dear! Sorryif I’ve made you wait! Since you asked scenarios for so many characters, they’rea bit brief! I hope you can enjoy them anyway! Let me know if you’re satisfied!
TheGom/Hanamiya/Takao x reader (who likes reading, anime…), Confession, Comfort andCuddles
Aomine Daiki
You’re in Aomine’s room, seated comfortably next toeach other on his bed. You’ve just confessed your true hobbies and passions andnow you’re waiting for his reaction.
“So…you don’t like shopping or frilly dresses?” heasks looking down at you, scratching the back of his head.
“No…?” you reply a bit worried, fidgeting. On his facedoesn’t surface what he’s thinking as usual.
“Make-up, clothes, shoes…girly things?”
“Neither.” You lower your gaze on the your hands andpray he’s not going to be disappointed. He’s best friend with Momoi right? The girliestgirl ever? So pretty and always perfect? What if he likes that type of girl?
“That’s cool!” he bursts into a short, relievedlaughter.
You perks up shocked and looks at him. Aomine showsyou a shark-like smile.
“I already suffer enough shopping and girls’ talk thanksto Satsuki,” he explains shrugging and then he grabs you by the waist and pullsyou closer to his chest
“You said you like anime? Come on, let’s see an episodeof your favorite show. It’s raining and I can’t play basketball,” he offers, low-keycurious of knowing you more, while picking his tablet with the other hand.
Kise Ryouta
You really didn’t want to tell Kise that you don’tlike those kind of things but…you felt bad lying about it. He is model! What ifhe prefers those type of girls and then feels betrayed when he discovered youaren’t? You had to do it.
And now he’s looking at you with wide eyes andsurprise all over his face.
“Oh.” He exhales and you feels your heart halting.
Then he shows his childish pout and crosses his arms.
“But SO-chan, you’re so cute!” he whines as if youhave offended him personally, “You would be a goddess!”
You blush furiously and lower your gaze.
Kise huffs, but seeing your embarrassment he’s quickto pat your head.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he assures you amused, “I likeyou either way alright? No problem. You’ll just have to put up with me when Ineed to go shopping.” He fakes to threaten with a sly smile.
You snort and roll your eyes, feeling relaxing at hissoft touch.
“Only if you watch my anime with me and we can stop tothe bookstore.”
“We have a deal.” He laughs before leaving a kiss onyour forehead.
Kuroko Tetsuya
Kuroko blinks at you once. Twice.
Then, he puts on the table the milkshake.
“SO,” he calls you and you smile nervously, “I alreadyknew and I love this about you.” He states deadpanned. You nearly chokes onyour saliva and looks at him shocked.
“R-really?” you asks incredulous and he nods.
“I saw the screen of your phone once. That was a goodanime, by the way.” He explains and a small grin flashes on his lips, “But thisis better, I love reading too. Now we have a lots of things to talk about.”
You groan and hide your face with both hands.
“Why you didn’t tell me?”
“I wanted to see when you were going to tell me.” He shrugs
“You made me worry about nothing!”
“I’m sorry. It was funny.”
That little devil.
AkashiSeijuurou
Akashi frowns at your words.
“A-Akashi?” you call him but he doesn’t show signs ofhaving heard you.
“Akashi please?” you try again, slightly worried. Youknew Akashi is all for the pretty, elegant and refined girl but…he isn’t goingto leave you for that right? Right?
Finally, the boy sighs deeply and you stop breathing.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers staring at you with hisserious, red eyes, “I have to rethink all my plans for our future dates,holidays and special occasions. I hadn’t taken into consideration your hobbiesand tastes before, thank you for informing me. I’ll make sure to make you happyin every possible way.”
You just watch him frozen, mouth ajar in pure awe,shock and surprise.
“SO?” he calls you tilting his head and brushing yourcheek with his thumb.
You suddenly blush and cover your face, trying to pullaway for him.
“You’re too much Akashi,” you whine feeling like youwere combusting, “You aren’t real.”
Akashi flashes a small satisfied grin at your reaction,before placing a hand behind your neck and pulling your head closer to his chest.
“I don’t know what you are referring to,” he murmurssoftly, leaving a kiss on your hair.
MidorimaShintarou
Midorima seems taken aback by your words, so you smiletrying to seem carefree and wave it off.
“Don’t worry, Shin-chan! We don’t have to do anythingof what I’ve said together! It’s just to tell you about it,” you reassures him,hiding your disappointment. But if he accepted you, it would be more thanenough.
At your words the boy frowns and then sighs. He clearshis voice and fixes the glasses.
“Well, actually I don’t see the problem with that…” hestarts, averting his gaze, and your heart leaps in the chest.
“Really?”
“I like reading too and manga can be enjoyable,” heexplains trying to cover his slight blush, “And about the rest, right now I don’thave any knowledge of it but I’m willing to try everything you suggest.”
You show him your brightest smile and literally jumpin his arm.
“You’re the best!” you thrill happily, alreadythinking about the first anime you want to show him.
Midorima rolls his eyes, but hugs you back.
“For something so simple…” he mutters incredulous underhis breath, but truth is, he’s smiling.
Murasakibara Atsushi
Murasakibara tilts his head and blinks, as if he doesn’t understand theproblem.
“So?” he asks quietly, putting down on the table of yourkitchen the packet of sweets. You rocks on your heels nervously.
“W-well, nothing. I mean…I just wanted you to know…hoping it was okay…with you…” you explains in an embarrassed blabber and your voice becomesgradually lower, until you wait for his answer in silence.
Murasakibara suddenly grabs you from the waist andputs you on the table, seated in front of him. He’s still too tall for you tolook him in the eyes, but better than before.
“SO,” he calls you patiently and you nods, “Do youlike candies?” he asks seriously.
The corner of your mouth twitches but you manage torestrain a smile at the question.
“Yes,” You reassure him and he pats your head.
“Then, everything else is okay.” He explains with ashrug, before picking a candy and stuffing it in your mouth, “We can watch youranime together while eating my sweets.”
You let out a carefree laughter and hug him giddy.
“It would be perfect!”
Takao Kazunari
You and Takao are on the couch at his home and you’vebeen talking about your true hobbies for like…ten minutes? While he listens toyou stupefied.
“So, yes…I don’t like those kind of things. I’m sorryif you prefer other kind of gir-” your explanation is suddenly interrupted byTakao’s excited exclamation.
“That’s fantastic!” he beams happily, with a wide grinon his face.
“What?” you reply confused.
“You are fantastic!” he laughs ruffling your hair, “Imean, we can do a lot of things together now! Well, I don’t like reading booksthat much but…anime and k-pop? I’m on it!”
You open wide your eyes.
“Which is your favorite anime, by the way?” he asksall excited.
Damn.
“I fucking love you.” You burst amazed and freezes,looking shocked at you.
Your cheeks redden, realizing what you’ve said, butbefore things can get awkward Takao begins to chuckle.
“Yeah, I love you too.” He replies cheerfully, leaningfor a surprise kiss on the lips.
HanamiyaMakoto (seriously girl? XD)
You finish speaking and wait for Hanamiya’s answer,who’s sprawled on the couch near to you.
He looks at you deadpanned and then huffs.
“That’s such a delusion,” He comments shaking his headand you freeze, “Are you even a girl? What can I do with a girl that likes suchthings?” he continues and you lower your head ashamed, cheeks burning.
“If I had known I wouldn’t have asked you out.” You feelyour eyes filling with tears and try to stumble up to flee from the room, butyour boyfriend catches your wrist.
“But I’m joking, you idiot.” He adds with a sly smirkon the lips.
You gasp offended and try to wipe your tears away.
“You asshole!” you cry, taking a cushion and hittinghim on the face, “You’re the worst!” you exclaims blushing furiously. You can’tbelieve you’ve fallen for his act again.
He laughs loudly and pulls you down with him on thecouch.
“But you love me like this, babe.” He whispers in yourear, caging you against his chest, “By the way, I already knew. I’m not stupid,you know? And it’s fine, no problem with your hobbies. I just wanted to teaseyou,” he boasts with a smug smile, shrugging, and you roll his eyes.
“You’re really an asshole,” you complain and kiss him beforehe could speak again and make you mad.
Can I ask for all the Gom+Momoi thoughts and reactions after Kuroko quit the team, it can be as a group or individual scenarios. Thanks.
Hi dear! Ithought about this quite a lot, trying to be original but not out of characters!I hope you’re goingto find this interesting at least!
Have a niceday!
The Generationof Miracles after Kuroko’s decision to leave
Aomine Daiki
Okay, Aomine is not really at his best in this moment.He’s shown as broken: the thing he loves the most is destructing him at thesame time. His friendship with Kuroko has always been “peculiar” as they seemsto think alike only when playing basketball together, otherwise they’ve fewthings in common.
At this point, even the “basketball factor” vanishesand leave them alone with that strange bound; they’re not able to communicateproperly and this ends up with Kuroko leaving the team and Aomine closing up inhis selfish, cold world.
For this reason, I believe Aomine is not surprised byKuroko’s decision. He’s already lost every hope, he doesn’t believe in anythinganymore; he sticks to basketball because it’s like a drug, he can’t livewithout it even if now it’s not a reason of joy anymore. So, I believe heaccepts it coldly, disillusioned and he misunderstands Kuroko. He thinkssomething like “Ah, I knew it. No one can be on my level. No one can stick withme. I’m on my own.” And refuses to fight back for their friendship. He just letsgo.
Aomine doesn’t believe in anything anymore except forhis own strength and talent, why he should believe in Kuroko?
Kise Ryouta
I believe that Kise doesn’t understand what’shappening. I mean, he’s too caught up in his own world, as well as the otherMiracle Boys to comprehend the weight of their behavior and of Kuroko’s choice.He only focuses on his need to win and to be the best, plus his never-endingrivalry-friendship with Aomine. Except for that? Nothing else.
He doesn’t take Kuroko’s resolution seriously eitherand that’s why at first during high school he tries to win him back. He doesn’teven understand there’s another way to play and live, that Kuroko seessomething different in basketball, until his friend doesn’t smack the truth inhis face.
I bet Kise thought it was only a “rebellious phase” orsomething like that. He was annoyed and disappointed, but not particularly botheredsince hadn’t understood what was going on for real.
Murasakibara Atsushi
He’s annoyed for sure. Mad even. We know from thestart that he and Kuroko get along on everything except for basketball (theopposite of Kuroko and Aomine): this choice about basketball for Murasakibara iscompletely incomprehensible. And there’s nothing more frustrating than someoneyou know and care about deciding for something you don’t understand nor approve.
That’s way he behaves passive-aggressively towardsKuroko and wants to crash his way of thinking, wants to show him that he waswrong.
Midorima Shintarou
Here the only one who understands for real. He doesn’tshare Kuroko’s beliefs and he’s too prideful and involved in the MiraGen’s wayof thinking to accept as reasonable Kuroko’s decision, but he understands. Heknows what’s moving their ghost player and fully acknowledges his decision,even if it’s foolish for him.
That’s why he’s probably frustrated and annoyed, butalso a bit worried. He sees the changes in his teammates and himself that nobodyseems to realize, but doesn’t know what to do except from going on alone. That’swhat he’s been taught, what they all have been taught: win alone. So, hecontinues to practice even when nobody else practices anymore and works for thevictory because he has to and because he feels the need to win, without beingable to reach for the others anymore: he thinks it’s impossible, that’s why forhim Kuroko is foolish.
Akashi Seijuurou
This is difficult. Akashi is the one who drives Kurokoto his breaking point on purpose. Is it because he wants to test him? Or has herealized Kuroko is different and wants to ostracize him? Or does he hope Kurokois going to bend and break and then follow him again? I’m not quite sure, butAkashi knows and doesn’t understand.
For him Kuroko’s logic is irrational. The onlyreasonable thing is victory. Everything is done in the name of victory and invictory’s name everything is legitimate. Kuroko’s “betrayal” is bitter but…notdramatic. Because in this moment Akashi cares only about having the rightpieces to win and if Kuroko is not ready to play like that anymore, then he’snot needed.
Surely, Akashi is fully persuaded that his way ofthinking is the right one and that Kuroko is going to come back or disappear forever.He’s patiently and proudly waiting for the next move, the one that’s going tobring him back.
Momoi Satsuki
Momoi is scared and conflicted. She is able to predictplayers and should be the one who knows the Miragen Boys the best, yet theystart changing so quickly and dramatically that she doesn’t know what to do.
She’s the only one who probably shares Kuroko’sthoughts from the start, but she’s too scared to remain alone to follow him. Shestays under Akashi’s guidance and keeps doing her job, putting away every emotionnot needed and bringing out the Manager of the Generation or Miracles, even ifshe knows that every victory is another step towards the edge for them. Even ifwith Kuroko going away she’s already alone and she feels it more than anyoneelse, that’s why for her Kuroko’s decision is so painful.
Momoi follows Aomine even if she knows that he’s lostand she can’t save him. And this explains why she begs Kuroko to win: she knowseverything and she believes in Kuroko’s ideas, but she has not the strength tolive them up. She can only watch and stay near to Aomine, near to all of themand hope for the best.
Hi dear! I'm back again for more Momoi angst!! <3 Could you write a fic where the GoM are in Teiko and have a match, but Momoi doesn't show up? After the match, they find out that she had collapsed and was admitted to the hospital, so they rush over to see her. Then they just shower her with love and care since she looks pretty bad?? Thank you ily!!!
Hi dear!How’re you? I’m fine, tired but fine. I’m actually working and this is why I’mso slow at answering all this beautiful asks, sorry if I made you wait so much.(ps. Absurd coincidence I received your worried ask the same day I’ve finishedthis ^_~ Don’t worry, you’ve done the right thing writing to me again, it seemsmy inbox is eating a lot of asks recently) Thank you for your support as always!
Have awonderful day!
Momoi &The Generation of Miracles, Fluff, Slight Angst
Her motherknocked on Momoi’s door and shouted to go to sleep, but the girl didn’t evenflinch. She continued to write data and analysis on her papers, too many cupsof coffee beside her.
When was thelast night she had slept properly? Momoi didn’t remember, but she couldn’t stopnow. Her boys were growing exponentially and changing rapidly: if she didn’twant to be left behind, she had too work hard. She had to keep up with them.
And she didn’twant to remain alone, so she was ready to scarify everything for it.
“Just a littlebit more…” she whispered to herself.
Momoi felt like hier body was pressed down to thatunfamiliar and uncomfortable bed by a giant rock. Surrounded by blackness, shefelt too tired to open her eyelids, but a disturbing chattering had alreadyawakened her.
“…I can’t believe you didn’t notice…”
“…not my fucking fault…”
“…we’re all guilty…”
“…you’re making too much noise…”
“…it they kick us out…”
Finally, with a groan Momoi raised her eyelids and letthe light blind her. She scrunched her nose as she blinked and took in a whiteceiling. Her head was throbbing loudly.
Silent fell in the room.
Momoi tried to straighten herself, but immediatelyfelt hands pushing her down again. Colors filled in her vision.
“Guys?” she murmured tiredly, recognizing her friends,still wearing their basketball uniforms.
They were all looking at her worriedly, even if Akashistrained a smile.
“Hi Momoi-san, do you feel better?”
Momoi frowned, looking around. She was in a hospital,wasn’t she?
“W-what happened?” she mumbled confused.
“You fucking collapsed, idiot!” Aomine growledflicking her head, but his anger barely covered the worry in his voice.
Kise elbowed him with a glare.
“Don’t hurt her when she already doesn’t feel well!”
“You fucker!”
Kuroko rolled his eyes.
“Please stop. You’re causing a ruckus.”
“Thank you Tetsu-kun!” the girl smiled sweetly at him,but the boy frowned.
“Your mom told us you collapsed because you overworkedyourself,” accused her with a disapproving tone.
She averted her eyes, guiltily, but she couldn’tescape.
“Momoi, as much as we all appreciate your efforts, I’dfeel better knowing your health is not in danger,” Midorima continuedstraightening his glasses.
Murasakibara nodded.
“We got very upset when they told us you weren’tcoming to the match because you were in the hospital. Mine-chin was sofrustrated he broke the basket.” Aomine scowled at his words.
Momoi’s eyes went wide.
“The match!” she yelled jumping up, “I can’t believe Ididn’t make it! How did it go? Did you win?”
Akashi sighed deeply and gently pushed her down againby the shoulders.
“Yes Momoi-san, we won before coming here, but this isnot what matters now,” he reprimanded her in a soft tone, “Please take care ofyour body from now on, we were deeply worried.”
All the boys nodded at his words.
“Your work is very important for us Momoicchi, butyou’re more! Don’t scare us like that!” Kise chirped with his hands on thehips.
Momoi closed her mouth and lowered her eyes.
“I-I…I just wanted to keep up with you…” she revealedbitterly, ashamed for what she had done. Of course they were going to getworried.
“And we appreciate it a lot, but we prefer to see yousmiling and chirping by our side that having extra data,” Kuroko replied quietly,a faint smile on his lips.
Momoi blushed at his words and finally nodded.
“I’m sorry guys…” she murmured and the tensionvanished.
“Alright, now that everything is settled, we’vebrought a movie to watch,” Akashi informed her with a sort of strange softnessand satisfaction in his eyes.
“Kise help me moving the other beds!” Aomine shoutedat his friend, while trying to move a bed near Momoi’s.
“Don’t give me orders!” the other replied, but did ashe was told.
“I brought snacks,” Murasakibara gave the girl a bagfull of sweets and different chips.
Midorima sighed, looking at the mess his teammateswere doing while Akashi tried to start his pc.
“If they kick us out, I’m not going to blame them…”
“I’ll vanish if it happens,” Kuroko commented quietlyand Midorima glared at him.
In less than five minutes, they were all cuddledaround Momoi and were enjoying a stupid movie together to make her smile again.
YEOWW;3 I've seen plenty of protective Miragen on this blog (can't say I hate 'em) but how about feisty Momoi? For example they're in a bar or crowded place and some random guy hits on her but the GOM aren't helping at all, the reason being Momoi herself punches said guy in the face, or something like that. Can I ask you to write that please;) I'm KnB trash shipper and ship everyone w/ anyone, so your blog is gem ^-^
Hi dear!Yesssss, obviously you can have a feisty Momoi! I love girls who can fend forthemselves as much as I love protective guys, so…here we go! I hope you’regoing to enjoy it and thank you for the compliments, you’re making me blush!
Have a niceday!
Feisty Momoi,Funny and Cool
Momoi sighed tiredly, as she put down another tray oftarts on a table.
She hadn’t known before how hard organizing a picnicof fifty kids and their families could be. Now that she knew, she was going tothink twice the next time before accepting to help for the Basketball Day hosted by a local primaryschool. Momoi looked around at the park where children were playing basketballin small groups or taking sweets and snacks from the tables before running awaywith bubbly laughter.
She spotted Aomine faking a deep scowl as a group ofgirls hung from his arms and Kise who was braiding the hair other “princesses”.Kagami was leading a group of rambunctious kids on the court against Midorimaand his team, while Takao laughed at his friend’s stiffness with children.Akashi was talking with some parents about which sport would be betterchoosing for their sons and daughters at that age. Murasakibara was helpingHimuro and Momoi to fill the tables with everything needed.
“Are you okay, Momoi-san?” Himuro asked her politely,and she nodded with a smile.
“Yeah, just a bitter tired, don’t worry,” Momoireassured him.
“Me and Murasakibara was going to join the final match,would you like to come?” He invited her again, as the giant nodded by his side.
“Momo-chin, let’s go!”
“Ah thank you guys! But I’d prefer to rest a bit now,I’ll drink something and then come!” she promised cheerfully, waving them off.
“See you later!”
Momoi walked to the table full of beverages, humminghappily. Truth is she was ready to sleep for the rest of the afternoon, butseeing the rest of his goofy friends playing around with kids was worth it. Shewas going to endure it for a little more.
She was sipping his cold tea, when a guy approachedher. She could see the group of his friends waiting a bit further away, whilelaughing and snickering at them.
“Hey pretty lady,” he greeted her with a smirk.
Momoi took a deep breath and glanced around: she was alone,everyone moved to see the big final match of the day. Damn.
“How may I help you?” She replied politely, trying tofake she didn’t know he was going to try and hit on her. “The Basketball Day isnearly ended.”
“That means that you’re free soon?” He asked steppingcloser and looming over her.
Momoi flinched. Obviously, he had to use her own wordsagainst her.
“I’m sorry but I won’t be finished until thisevening,” She politely refused with a forced smile.
“Then give me your number and we’ll decide when tomeet,” he insisted, chasing her.
Momoi gripped around her glass of tea. She had onlywanted to relax a bit.
“Thank you,” she hissed through the teeth, “But I’veto hang out with my friends later.”
“Other girls? You can bring them too,” he snorted witha wink and Momoi grimaced.
“No,” she replied coldly, “The basketball players: I’mtheir manager.” Momoi knew how intimidating his friends could appear and wasn’tscared to use it.
The guy blinked and looked at the court where theMiracle of Generation was playing. He was incredulous.
“The Rainbow Guys?”
“Yes,” Momoi hid a smirk, “And now, if you excuse me,I’ve to go to them,” she cut off the conversation turning on her heels.
But before she could walk away victoriously, the guygrabbed her wrist and pulled her back with a vicious smile.
“Come one babe, don’t be cold,” he smirked lopsidedly,“Between all those guys, what’s a dick more?”
Momi’s eyes widened.
That was enough.
In a swift movement, she swatted his hand away andthrew all her tea in his face.
“What the f-”
Momoi didn’t let him finished and with her leg sheswept the floor out of his feet and sent him with his ass on the ground beforehe could realize what had happened.
“Let me be clear, you vulgar idiot,” she coldly hissedlosing every appearance of gentleness and showing a deadly glare, “If you touchme or insult me one more time, I promise you’ll regret it. Do you think I’m abitch because I hang out with them? Maybe you should think twice; if I’mperfectly able to keep in line those huge players, what do you think a patheticthing like you could ever do to me?”
The guy was dumbfounded, dripping tea from his hair.
Momoi’s eyes were so empty he felt like screeching.
When she smirked like a predator, he finally lost it.
That girl was crazy.
He ran away before she could decide he deserved more.
Momoi sighed with a satisfied smile on her lips, butthen grimaced looking at his empty glass
“Ah, now I’ve to take another one!” she whined with apout before trotting away.
