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erina-writes-headcanons · 1 year

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With jason silver you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to

💔Jason Silver, Nash Gold Jr, and Haizaki Shougo Disregarding Their S/O Hard Work and then Realizes it. 💔

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A/N: Hello there Anon! I hope you like the final result of this Headcanons and Scenarios. I had a little bit of difficulty writing this characters because I don't really understand their personality one hundred percent but I hope you like the final result. This headcanon was inspired by one of Haikyuu headcanons.

Warning: Angst and Profanities

Gender: neutral

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Jason Silver - Jabberwocky

I don't know about you or if you have seen the page yet but my friend sent me a picture of Jason Silver harassing a poor woman so in my opinion. Jason would very often be toxic to you and would often disregard your hard work.

If you made a lunch for him and accidentally made the food salty? He's going to make fun of you for being a bad cook even though you're not as bad as Momoi or Riko.

You cleaned his apartment and it's not really clean because you just got home from school workplace? He's going to say you did a horrible job.

You don't take care of yourself because you tried to take care of him and you don't dress up like other boyfriend or girlfriend? He's going to comment on you that he's embarrassed to have a girlfriend/boyfriend like you and that's why he 'didn't bring you out' or show you to his friends.

You didn't give him the gift that he wants so bad even though you don't have much money? He will comment that you're poor and would purposely give you the silent treatment until you give him the gift that he wants.

Nevertheless, Jason Silver is a human being so he can feel guilty after he realizes how much bullshit he gave to you whereas you already treated him nicely.

He is not the best boyfriend and not boyfriend material like Kiyoshi Teppei and Kuroko but he will try his best to control his words even though most of the time he accidentally slips out.

He does apologize to you once he realizes how much shit he is and tries to spoil you to say how sorry he is by protecting you from his friends who try to harass you and bring you to VIP parties.

You cannot say no to him once he tries to spoil you because he would be sent you a glare so you would accept his treatment. Jason Silver would also leave you alone, he would be around you all night at the party and not leave your sight.

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It was late in the afternoon as the sun is going down and the stars are coming up to show up in the sky. It has been such a tiring day for you after working all day inside the small cafe and working as a barista making drinks for the clients. You usually have lots of free time but this day there were lots of people in the cafe and you had to work hard whether you like it or not.

The ride to the apartment was really long around fifteen minutes on foot or ten minutes on a bicycle. Every inch of your body was screaming in pain, especially your feet since you have to stand for more than an hour and walk around to take some ingredients to make the customers drinks or snacks.

Parking inside the bike in the basement, you locked the bike to keep it safe from the thief and went to your room by a lift before going up with the lift on the third floor. Getting inside the shared room, you began putting the bags on top of the chair and swiping the whole room to clean the dirty floor before mopping it.

Sadly, you don't have much of the energy and strength to continue your job and put the broom along the mop away in the corner before sitting on the couch. The lid of your eyes feely heavier in each second and not realizing what happen, everything turns dark and the dark vision calls you from reality.

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Sounds of footsteps get louder and louder and alarm the other residents of the apartment who immediately shake in fear because of the loud footsteps. From the booming voice, they could tell the Silver-haired basketball player are pissed off, having one in a bad mood for losing one of his basketball games.

It was a miracle for you that you did not wake up to the loud sounds of the door slamming open, showing your angry boyfriend Jason Silver. He was tired from the game and the condition of the apartment still not clear like he hopes made him, even more, angrier than before.

"(Y/N)!! WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY IS THE APARTMENT STILL DIRTY!!" Jason's eyes laid on you.

"H-huh? What?" Your eyes slowly open up. His loud voice definitely woke you up from your slumber.

"BABE! WHAT THE FUCK- WHY IS THE APARTMENT STILL DIRTY?" He snarls as the slit in his eyes gets smaller.

"S-sorry. I just got home and accidentally fell asleep," you tried to reason with him with a shaky voice in fear of him beating you.

"I DON'T CARE! I'M ALSO TIRED BUT I NEVER COMPLAIN!" He shouted back.

"That's because you never clean this apartment while I'm always the one who always clean it while you were drinking your beer.." You stood up at him, not liking that he starts acting like a kid.

"Well, I'm resting! Am I not allowed to have a relaxing time?!"

"I should be the one asking that while you just came home and start screaming at me....You know what? Leave and think about what you just did, Jason Silver. You are basically almost the same as Nash, being a tyrannical piece of shit. I always clean everything in this apartment while you never clean but once I need to rest. You're treating me as if I have never done anything to you," you look at him in the eyes with the glint in your eyes disappearing.

You always call him babe, baby, and darling, and never Jason Silver unless you're pissed. Jason's eyes immediately widened, and he realizes that he hurts your feeling for a small matter and that he can also do it by himself "Uhh B-babe, wait. I'm sorry- I didn't mean-"

"Just leave me alone...I need to rest," you walk away from him.

The silver-haired basketball player hisses in anger as he slumps down on top of the couch, pondering about his recent action and how to make it up to you until a bright light appears on the side of his head and the gear in his head are turning around with an idea popped into his mind.

On the next day when you don't need to go to your working place, the sounds of birds chirping could be heard and your vision was blurry, trying to wake up even though it was really hard for you since yesterday's work. Once the blur was gone from the sight, your eyes widened to see a black blazer with pants/sexy black dress on top of the table.

Next to the table, there was a little note messily written but still readable to your eyes even though you had to blink your eyes repeatedly to read every word correctly, 'I'm not good at saying sorry but I hope you like the suit/dress. That blonde idiot (Nash) helped me by booking a VIP room for the two of us only in the club. Also, the apartment I already clean it.'

Even though he didn't say sorry directly to your face, you could not help but smile a little bit. Jason tries to make up for his yesterday's action and you knew the last words in the note shows that he felt guilty for screaming at you when in fact he's not someone who isn't tidy but he cleans the living room and the kitchen without your help.

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Nash Gold Jr. - Jabberwocky

Nash might not be as loud as Jason Silver when he is angry. Nonetheless, he would still be one of the most toxic characters because his words can be very sharp.

Just like Jason Silver, if you made a lunch for him and you accidentally made it a little bit salty or haven't cleaned the house even though you were tired. He will comment on how much of a slob you are.

He would also comment on how your look even though you don't have much time to take care of yourself and spend your time doing your job so that you look messy.

There is also a chance that Nash is going to compare you with his flings and one-night stands with you, trying to body-shame you and making fun of your look.

He might not be as violent as Haizaki or Jason but he was much more cold-hearted so it takes more time for him to realize he was being toxic and apologize.

Unlike Jason Silver in a term of apologizing, he does feel guilty and bad when he realizes he hurt you really badly and he can make himself more gentle and doesn't have difficulty with it like Jason Silver did.

Nash would apologize directly in front of your face and tries to wrap his arm around you, pulling you to his embrace as his hold gets tighter.

If you are still hurt, he will try to make it up to you the next day by bringing you around the town and spoiling you rotten. He would buy the kinds of stuff that you want since he is rich.

Nash would be also twice more affectionate than Jason Silver as he keeps holding your hand or his hand would be always on your back casually.

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It was like your usual day in your working place where you had to finish all of the important files and send them to your manager as quick as you can. However, it was very unusual for you because the office room isn't usually this loud where most of the days it was mostly filled with the sound of only a few people chatting and ringing phones.

From your sitting place, you hear your friends gushing about their husbands or wive cooking lunches for them and how much their spouse appreciates their sweet treatment. It's not uncommon to talk in gossip where people talk about romance but it made you think about Nash's reaction if you try to cook for him.

You're not a chef like Gordon Ramsey but you're not a horrible cook either like Riko and Momoi since you remember their uncut glazed honey lemons. For this reason, you were a little bit confident to make some healthy and delicious dinner for your boyfriend the golden-haired basketball player to make him happy.

Without anyone noticing you stopped your work for a while, you began writing down the recipe that you need to make for him on a piece of paper and asking some of your friends who can cook on how to make certain foods and their secret recipe to make the food more appetizing before thanking them and ending the chat or the call.

As your eyes land on the clock watches in the corner of the office room, you realize you could go home and quickly make dinner for your husband. Packing up your bags as quick as you can, you began leaving the office room and going back to the apartment on a bus that you share together with Nash.

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Your hands gently scoop the diced tofu along with the seaweed into the pot but you didn't see how much tofu you add into the soup along with the miso powder so it doesn't have a strong flavor before serving it inside of a small bowl after serving the rolled omelet on the plate with the rice on the side.

After it was done, you carefully put the plate and the bowl on the table with Nash looking at the dishes. From the corner of your eyes, you notice he scrunches his nose a little bit but tried not to show it as his eyes land on the miso soup that you made for him. You tried to ignore it but you couldn't help but feel a little bit insulted.

"What's this.." Nash raises his eyebrows at you.

'It's..miso soup with omelet and rice." you told him nervously.

On the table, there was not only omelet, rice, and miso soup but there were also pickled vegetables and grilled salmon on the corner. He was foreign to the soup and the rolled omelet but he didn't want to complain about it so he took a spoon of the soup. Instead of enjoying it, the make spits it back out before he looks at you with such a glare.

"It doesn't taste good, are you even can cook?" He crosses both of his arms.

"I tried...." You mutter.

".. It's better you're not cooking anymore. It's horrible," he looks away, not realizing his words cut your heart like a knife embedded into your heart and shreds it.

"Fine, make your own food and never ask me to make food for you," You were done with his horrible treatment before spilling the soup away right in front of his face, making his eyes widen in surprise as his eyes watches you storming away from the kitchen with such cold eyes.

As you got inside the room, tears slowly slid down from your eyes before you curl yourself up on the bed and wiped the tears away. Those words from his lips instantly made your day change from nice into a bad day as your mind began flooding with thousands of opinions, 'Should I leave him?' and ' I tried to make him happy but is this how he repays me?'

But that thought was interrupted by the door opening to show your basketball player boyfriend, both of his eyes were different than before where it was holding much more tenderness. Nash carefully sat next to you as his arms slowly wrapped around you "Baby....I'm very sorry for what I did. My words really uncalled for, I just had a bad day because my team was beaten and I shouldn't have taken my anger out at you." he whispered to your ear.

"Please...forgive me, baby. I promise I will never do this again" He whispered once again.

"....Fine. If you don't like it, just....tell me what I did wrong instead of insulting me like that again," the tears stop flowing out slowly before your eyes meet with his eyes.

"I promise" the skin of his lips gently touched the skin of your forehead and gently kissing the tear marks on your cheeks.

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Haizaki Shougo - Fukuda Sōgō

Bless whoever his s/o is because he is almost the same level as Jason Silver but with the difference that only SIlver didn't raise his hands to hit the girl in the manga, Haizaki is another level.

He may be a laxer when it comes to not appreciating because I feel like he would only grumble and didn't eat the food if he thinks your food isn't good enough.

Or he wouldn't really comment that his place isn't clean enough when you cleaned your guys' house because I believe he doesn't mind if his place is dirty.

He just doesn't appreciate you enough to dress more sexily and putting more makeup to make yourself look hotter and he starts comparing you with his exes.

Also, he doesn't appreciate it if you keep don't want to have sex with him despite him already having you as his s/o. Without your knowledge, he would have six with another person who he thinks is hotter than you.

If you try to fight him back, he doesn't mind wrapping his hand around your neck and choking you as he did to Alex. He doesn't mind giving another bruise on you.

Despite Haizaki feels guilty after he knows what he did was very harmful to you. He's not like Nash and Silver who would look at you in the eyes when they say sorry.

In fact, he has trouble saying sorry so he would just leave you alone to have your own space and think about all of his actions. He wants to apologize but his ego is HUGE.

However, on the next day, you would find a bunch of other gifts that you like such as food, jewels, books, or other goodies that you really want for an apology and a messy note that he is sorry for what he has done.

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You know Haizaki is quite popular and almost everyone would invite him to their party even though he's a huge asshole, especially to his teammate in basketball and it did not stop those people to like him. You saw all of his friends are those people who would also bring their partner out or those typical 'players'.

You don't have a problem with them since they are either focusing on your boyfriend or their partner because most of them respect your space instead of harassing the two of you. It was your boyfriend with who you have a problem, his eyes would be looking at other girls' busts or asses even if you caught him red-handed.

Even though you wore those types of clothes to impress him and wore dark yet lusty makeup for him only, his eyes would also be landing on other guys or girls before a wolf whistle escapes from him. His actions weren't subtle at all. This makes you insecure a lot even if Haizaki always tells you 'She/he doesn't mean anything. I'm just messing around~" with his stupid grin.

It was not only once but it always happens to you every time he brings you out to the club together as he chases another girl instead of you. Sighing, you glance at your stupid boyfriend with silent anger for a long time until his eyes catch you glaring at him with disdain.

His grin was immediately replaced with a scowl, "What are you looking at? Stop glaring at me."

"I don't like it.."

"You don't like what?" He got more annoyed.

"You keep staring at other guys/girl while I'm here. Am I not enough for you" You hiss.

"What if you are. You look ugly in that dress/suit and it makes me fucking embarrassed for bringing you to this club. You look ugly as hell and those girl/guy looks even better than you. So, why don't you just shut the fuck up and stop embarrassing me," he snaps, clicking his tongue and rolling his eyes at you.

His words were more than hurtful both of your eyes widened in surprise. You didn't expect Haizaki would say that to you right in front of your face as his friends also looks at him with surprise. Sure, they were players but they have much more dignity than him and wouldn't hurt their partner like that.

"I see how it is....Alright, go home by yourself. I'm not gonna drive you home," you stood up before walking away.

A loud 'SHIT!' came out from his mouth as he stood up and tried to catch you but you were already gone in the crowds. He wanted to scream. not only he would go home on his feet instead of using your car but he also realizes that what he has done was totally fucked up. "Bro...you're really messed up. Even though I cheat a lot, I never said that to my girls," one of his buddies said.

"Shut the fuck up! I know! Just leave me alone," He stormed away from the club.

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On the next day, the hallways of the school were dim and it reminded you of how much an asshole of your boyfriend is as your eyes were bloodshot from crying too much along with eye bags underneath your eyes from lack of sleep. Your lips were chapped and your skin was pale from yesterday, it was an understatement that you look miserable.

Sauntering in the hallways, you catch a glimpse of a male looking around from the class before he quickly walks away as fast as he can. From the hair color, you knew it was your boyfriend but it was strange why he looks so scared and ran away, trying not to let anyone see him.

His actions made you curious before you trudges up to your classroom and walked up to your table. Your eyes widened as your eyes landed on top of the table where you usually sit, there were many objects on top of the table. There was a bunch of chocolates and an adorable teddy bear plushie he got from the arcade.

There was also a small note on the table beside the gift as you carefully pick it up and unfold the small letter in your hand. Even though it was a bunch of scribbled words, you were still able to read what was inside the small letter that he gave to you.

"I'm not good at apologizing but I'm fucking sorry what the word I said yesterday. You are fucking beautiful unlike other people, you are smart, funny, and fun to hang out with, and you are so goddamn gorgeous unlike the bitches that I dated, especially that bitch that used to be Kise's ex. I promise I would never say that to you again- from You're amazing boyfriend," You couldn't help but smile at the words in the letters and the promise he made as your eyes landed on the gift he bought for you.

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makaias-trashheap · 1 year

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The Long Haul

(Not sure if this is the best way to start this blog off but I adore this toxic walking red flag and give him love whenever I can. So this is more for my own self indulgence. Of course the art and the character absolutly do not belong to me)

Haizaki glances up from scrolling through his phone when he notices that you’re hovering in the doorway between his bedroom and the bathroom instead of just coming straight back to the bed, “What?”

After another couple seconds you push off the doorframe and come to sit in front of him on the bed, “Something is different here.”

Haizaki looks at you confused and then looks around his room before turning his gaze back to you, “Pretty sure my room has always looked this way.”

You roll your eyes at him, “I didn’t mean with your room dumbass, I meant with us.”

He stares at you for a second before fully putting his phone down. You two had been hooking up for the last six months. There was never anything there, just sex. Well, until recently. You’ve started to develop feelings for the dark haired thug. He was rough, with everyone all the time, and you were no exception. But you did sometimes see a less rough version of him. Never soft, Haizaki was not a soft person. Just not as rough. When he was at home and had his guard down his smiles were more genuine and less sadistic. The two of you could talk for hours on end about nothing while he kept his arm wrapped around you or playing with your hair. And he would almost completely melt under your touch when he let you help take out his braids to wash his hair and let you redo them. You started to notice him acting a little off as well. Over the last few months rather than sending you on your way when he was done with you, he would find ways to keep you there a little longer talking. Sometimes, rarely but sometimes, instead of immediately getting you into bed you two would play a couple rounds of one of his video games or eat something and talk. More recently he started letting you stay the night and sleep with him. He was a horrible bedmate and either rolled on top of you or practically kicked you out of the bed, but it was still nice. When it came to sex now, he was still rough with you but started to focus more on you. Getting off with him was never a problem, but it usually came with a lot of teasing and degradation. The teasing was still there, not nearly as much and he spent more time actually pleasuring you than teasing you. And the degradation started turning into praises. Part of you wondered if it was all in your head and wishful thinking. But a small part of you couldn't help but hope that just maybe you were right, that maybe there was something there.

Haizaki again raised an eyebrow at you, “Wanna clue me in then on what’s different?”

You look at him for a second, “You for starters, us, how we interact. We said no strings attached but things are clearly different. This isn’t just about sex anymore.”

He stares at you for a second, “That so? So what do you think this is then? Last I checked we weren’t dating or anything.”

You look at him for a second before sighing, “Do you like me?”

He’s taken back by the sudden question. Where the fuck was this coming from? He’d been feeling something with you around but he couldn’t figure out what it was. You didn’t annoy the shit out of him or cling to him after you guys would hook up. He let you hang around after once to wait out a storm. You weren’t all over him and just laid either on the couch or in the bed playing on your phone or watching him play a video game. He noticed you watching and offered to let you play a round if you wanted. He watched you play after you took him up on his offer and left once the storm cleared up. You never pushed to try to stay. He started offering to let you hang out more and surprisingly, he didn’t mind having you around. Talking to you came pretty easily after a while, and you’d laugh at his crude attitude rather than just look at him disgusted. Mostly you weren’t scared of him. He’s an aggressive guy and had been aggressive with you however he wanted. You didn’t pull away from him when he grabbed your hair or your throat or pin your arms over your head, just looked up at him with those big innocent eyes and he could see the trust there. Hell you didn’t even flinch when he would grab your jaw with a bit more force then needed when he kissed you or when he’d playfully punch you in the arm for saying something stupid. He started to find himself more comfortable with you staying with him and found it harder to sleep when you’d leave. He didn’t know what to tell you or if he was even ready to admit any of this. Everyone always left. Finally coming out of his thought he scoffs and looks away from you, “I don’t fucking know. Why does it matter, this not enough for you?”

You look at him refusing to make eye contact with you carefully thinking about how you want to answer him, “Honestly…I don’t think so. Because I know I like you.”

He quickly snaps his head back in your direction, so this was it you were going to leave, “Then what the hell do you want.”

You look at him, your resolve clearly there, “I’m not looking for some huge confession or a huge gesture, that wouldn’t be you. But I like you, which means no strings went out the window a while ago and I can’t do this with no feelings involved. I don’t want to walk out so give me a reason to stay. At this point Shou you’re either in for the long haul or you’re out.”

He looks her over silent at first. She said she didn’t want to leave, she’s giving him the chance to keep her, “I’m going to fuck this up, I’m shit at this.”

Snorting you crack a small smile, “Believe me I know, I’m expecting you to fuck up at first. But…as far as I know you’ve pretty much exclusively been sleeping with me. So clearly that shouldn’t be a problem if you can keep that up. I won’t let you walk all over me, you know that. But I believe that mistakes can happen and you can either learn from them or shoot yourself in the foot. So if you fuck up we work on it and see if you sink or swim. I’m willing to put in the work if you are. So what is it? Are you in or out?”

He looks away from you to gather his thoughts, “This is going to probably start out as a shit storm and could end very badly.”

“I know.”

“I’m not easy to deal with and I’m not going to change if you end up deciding you don’t like me.”

“You wouldn’t be you if you did.”

“And you still want to do this?”

“I want to at least try.”

He turns his attention back to you seeing you sitting there calmly, waiting for his answer to make up his mind. After a second he sighs and reaches out grabbing your hand and pulling you into his lap straddling him, your hands instinctively wrapping around his neck as his find your hips. He leans up and kisses you briefly before pressing his forehead to yours, “Then I guess I’m in this for the long haul huh?”

You smile and lean forwards and kiss him again, “For the long haul.”

#kuroko no basket #knb #knb scenarios #knb fluff #haizaki #haizaki shougo #shougo haizaki #haizaki x reader #haizaki scenarios #knb x reader

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thewritetofreespeech · 1 year

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Hi! Had a great time reading your KnB stuff. Very ‘in character’, especially Midorima and Murasakibara. I also noticed a (predictable) lack of Haizaki and Nijimura requests :D So if the requeste are open (app is being ‘funny’ on the mobile, so apologies if they’re closed) can I please ask for MIEF from nsfw alphabet for Nijimura or/and Haizaki? Thanks!

NSFW Alphabet

To reiterate, I am not doing anymore KnB alphabet requests we’ve had too many of them. I am only making this exception because OP is right, there is a lack of Haizaki and Nijimura stuff on here.

Shogo Haizaki

M = MOTIVATION (What turns them on, gets them going)

His motivation to have sex is to have sex. Conquest is his only goal.

I = INTIMACY (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’s not very romantic at all. Haizaki has a domineering streak about him, so a lot of commands and demands from his partner. He doesn’t do this without consent though, but don’t expect a lot of aftercare after sex either.

E = EXPERIENCE (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Has some, but not as much as he boasts about. He’s also gotten more information from porn than practical experience.

F = FAVOURITE POSITION (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

The Table Top; preferably with a real table. He likes to pick them up and slam their back into it. He likes the sound it makes when he fucks them on it; the rattling, the feet of the table squeaking when it moves. Also it’s crotch level so less work.

Shuzo Nijimura

M = MOTIVATION (What turns them on, gets them going)

His motivation to have sex is to be close to his partner. Adrenaline also gets him going as, even though he doesn’t play for a team anymore, he does still play on some club or pick up games around town. The physical activity gets his blood racing, which increases his drive.

I = INTIMACY (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Nijimura is very intimate. He is compassionate and caring, as well as very intuative on picking up things from his partner. He tries to make it the best experience for them. Does not talk much, if at all.

E = EXPERIENCE (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He didn’t really get a lot of experience with sex until college. He was very focused on his studies in high school, so didn’t date. Since then he’s had a few partners, but is still mostly focused on his academics.

F = FAVOURITE POSITION (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

The Face Off. He likes to have his partner sitting in his lap so he can hold them close, foreheads touching, and be able to see their expression when they cum.

#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers)#nijimura shuzo #haizaki shougo #haizaki x reader #nijimura x reader #kuroko no basket headcanons #kuroko no basket #knb headcanons #knb #knb Haizaki #knb Nijimura #headcanons #knb smut

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tetsunabouquet · 6 months

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Could you please do hatefucking with the bad boys? (Hanamiya, Haizaki, Imayoshi and Nash)

A/N: Here will be some small drabbles for each! HAPPY KINKTOBER!

(18+)

Hanamiya had a long list of why he hated you. How you got under his skin by always being one step ahead of him with that angelic look on your face when you both knew you could be just as calculated as he was, how every act of innocence was just you walking around with a holier then thou attitude. He hated how you could lazile eye him as a cat throughout the classroom, so drowsy yet something lurking underneath that he would always come to discover what it meant until it was too late. He hated how you always breezed by, never allowing him to find any dirt on you he could use. Hanamiya was consumned by those angry thoughts, blinded as his fingers wrapped themselves around your slim throat, as he pushed his pulsating length into you. He rammed himself in your pussy, as you tried to gasp underneath his rough fucking, tears pooling in your eyes. As he let go, the rush of oxygen filling your lungs made you climax, ruining his uniform. At the sight of yet again being slighted by you, he kept slamming himself balls deep until he came, wanting to defile your unprotected cunt just as you had defiled him. Perhaps that would teach you.

Haizaki had been intending to break you like this for a long time. Since middle school, really. When you had the nerve, to laugh to your friends how on earth Maiko could have dumped Kise for him? You had called him an average looking loser, and the haughty look on your face was one he had wanted to wipe off for a long time. Haizaki might not have been super intelligent, but this plan of his had been a stroke of genius and he was grateful to how he it had paid off. How you were crying as he had pushed your chest against the desk with brute force, how you couldn't escape with his hand golding your uniform so tightly, how you were drooling all over your paperwork as he fucked you without mercy. Your homework was getting ruined, and ink was staining your left cheek, but Haizaki couldn't care less. Let everyone see you were getting bullied by the cock you mocked so often, he wanted to see you walk around with his creampie dripping down your legs. His groans and your blissful whining filled the room, and you never thought you would have done anything so dirty and shameful, moaning like a bitch as Haizaki fucked you as if you were one. "Who's cock is making you feel good now?" He growled, and you clenched your walls pathetically around him. "Yours," you said as tears ran across your cheeks. "That's what I thought!"

Imayoshi had been at his limit with your antics. You always had the bloodboiling habit to show up in the library when he was studying and making a ruckus. Who on earth, was so impolite to constantly cause a scene in the library? That truly was having a complete lack of manners. Imayoshi had gone over countless scenarios of how he could shut you up, but none was so satisfying as this was; seeing you on your knees as you choked on his cock. The only sounds you were making now, was slurping and gagged noises that sounded way too cute as you should sound. The way you looked so extremely sexy, was sending his hands into your hair as he angrily slammed his cock down your throat. How could someone as annoying, aggrivating as you, dare to look so tempting to him? The anger was burning his skin, just as his arousal was. This wasn't enough. He undid the tie to his uniform. "Get up." You did as he ordered, and he shoved his tie that he had curled up into a ball, into your mouth. He grabbed you by your legs, making you land on the table with your back; a loud smack heard but nothing else, as Imayoshi reached up to pull your panties down. You could only breathe in deeply through your nose, before he slammed himself inside of you.

Nash Gold Jr surprisingly had a small list of things he hated, considering who he was. Your name was at the top of that tiny little list. You were the little sister of Marcus the Magical, who had been his primary rival in basketball since the three of you were but little kids, your snotty face always so eager to rub it in his face how Marcus was pure magic whilst Nash was just practicing your big brother's craft. That attitude you had, whilst you didn't play at all, was the reason why your name was higher on his list then your brother's. And finally, Nash had been able to achieve the thing he had been craving since puberty; Your body pressed against a locker, your limbs hanging around awkwardly as he used you as a fuckdoll after having beaten your brother at last. It was the ultimate victory, seeing your brother's face twist with disbelief and anger, seeing your shocked and scared little face as he dragged you into the locker room and hearing the broken moans errupting from your throat as he pumped his dick into your wet little pussy. "I should have known an uptight bitch like you was still a virgin." He hissed, your pussy quivering at the sensation of being forced open and receiving a rockhard cock. You couldn't say anything, you had lost your tongue. The only things on your mind was how your brother, his team and the entirety of Jabberwock could hear you sob Nash's name and that delicious dick making you a woman.

#knb #kuroko's basketball #knb x reader #hanamiya makoto #haizaki shougo #imayoshi shoichi #nash gold jr #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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kirisaki-daichi-scenarios · 1 year

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haizaki shougo is in the sticks

for @paintoreos who requested “could you write some fluff for Hanamiya/Haizaki of them being kissed by their s/o for the first time?? 🙏❤️” and @dust-of-fandoms who requested “I have been in a Haizaki mood for a couple of days now, would he be too annoying to write fluff for? I feel like the fluffy part of a relationship with him comes after he gets over himself and starts treating his partner better.” hope this works for you both!

engawas are like japanese architecture’s equivalent of a porch. haizaki’s aged up to 20 in this so i’m not promoting minors drinking. i'm not advising that adults drink either. haizaki is permanently bad role model.

Sat alone on the engawa, Haizaki takes another swig of beer and stares out across the sticky summer dusk, dimming fields stuffed with rice flowers and mosquitos. Excluding the crickets, he hears nothing but his own breath and the sloshing of the sip of beer in the can.

When she said her family was from the sticks, she really meant it.

It’s no place for a city boy like Haizaki. He misses the sound of anything and everything, police sirens to the neighbours’ arguments. Even thinking about the sound of the nursery kids screaming down the road is making him feel homesick. The sound of people and the sound of conflict: he’s only just realised that it’s been with him since he was born.

At last, he hears footsteps behind him and the thump of a girl coming to sit down beside him.

“You took your time,” Haizaki remarks, moving over for her.

She hands him another beer and opens her own. “Don’t tell me you were scared without me?”

“Scared? Of what - the crickets?”

“Bears. Ghosts. Serial killers.”

“Very funny.”

“I’m not kidding,” and she points towards a couple dwellings in the distance, her nightgown sleeve slipping down towards her elbow. “When my parents were born, the guy who lived over there would have been on his third murder. It took another two deaths before the police found him, and they still haven’t found all the bodies. They say the lead investigator only figured it out when he realised how well the guy’s crops were growing. And, you know what the creepy part is? He’s been in prison for decades now but the crops still grow better than everyone else’s.”

“Yeah, well I’m not scared of him. Hell, if he ever got out and tried something, I’d-“

In the darkness, a meow. Haizaki squeaks with surprise and she bursts into giggles as the culprit, her mother’s aged tabby, trots over towards them.

“Says he’s not scared of a serial killer but can’t even face a cat without bursting into tears.”

“Oi, he just caught me by surprise,” he replies gruffly, looking away. “I’d take him in a fight too. Dumb fucking cat.”

She’s still giggling, “what are going you going to do, Mr Big Bad Haizaki? Challenge him to a duel, 1v1 him, organise a boxing match with a cat?”

“You don’t get it. He disrespected me. Disrespected me,” he repeats, stressing each syllable, focused on trying to keep his tone sounding serious, to keep her laughing as long as possible. “As a man, I can’t let this slide.”

The cat is now swatting at mosquitos, rolled over onto his back.

“He doesn’t think you’re a worthy enough opponent. You’ll have to fight the mosquitos before you have the right to challenge him.” She takes a sip of beer and glances at the tens of mosquito bites littering Haizaki’s arms and legs. “And I don’t think you’ll win against them anytime soon.”

“Man, was this why you invited me here? Just to mock me?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“And here I thought it was because a cute chick liked me.” Haizaki reaches out to the cat and lets him swipe at the man’s hands “You hear that? I’ve become a laughing stock.”

“No, you weren’t wrong about the cute chick liking you,” she says, and turns her head, and her lips make gentle contact with Haizaki’s cheek.

No one says anything. Haizaki’s heart is going a mile a minute, even though logically he knows it’s just a kiss, really just a peck on the cheek, something that a guy who’s been in as many half-hearted hookups as he has should have long been desensitised to. Yet the intimacy of it panics him, has him blushing like a kid, has him thinking twenty years ahead to days of sitting on this engawa together, maybe with more cats, maybe even with kids, and holding her hand, and watching the sunset, and realising that the feeling of her presence, and shoulder brushing his, will always be far more comforting than any city sounds.

He’s thinking, what the fuck is wrong with you Haizaki Shougo?

And he’s mumbling, because love is still too big and intimidating a concept to profess,

“Do that again.”

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imaginebeautifulworlds · 1 year

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Kuroko no Basket

Akashi Seijuro

Afraid (coming soon)

Summary: When Kuroko starts to shine among the Generation of Miracles he introduces you, his best friend, to the guys. Akashi and you start taking a liking to each other, but in your third year of middle school you met a side of Akashi you don't think you're fond of.

Aomine Daiki

Past, Present and Future (coming soon)

Summary: You love your grandfather so much, you accepted his offer to attend Teiko where he was the coach of the basketball team. Being his granddaughter you understand basketball pretty good but never wanted to be a player, instead your become the team’s manager spending most of your time with Momoi and therefore Aomine.

García Alexandra

Haizaki Shogo

Hanamiya Makoto

Hara Kazuya

Hayama Kotaro

Himuro Tatsuya

Stupid (coming soon)

Summary: Being friends with Tatsuya and Taiga was easy when you were children but growing up and noticing how their rivalry increased was not easy. Like how most things in life are, Tatsuya and Taiga grew apart but your friendship whith the latter became stronger. In fact so strong your parentes decided you would follow him to Japan, and you never expected what was going to happen there.

Imayoshi Soichi

Kagami Taiga

Learning How To Treat Women (coming soon)

Summary: Everybody who knew Kagami thought basketball was his only love, but what they didn’t know was the pretty girl in his class. To talk to her he had to do two things he never thought we would do: Ask Kuroko for his help (after seeing the way he calmed Momoi), and swallow his fear of dogs.

Kasamatsu Yukio

Kise Ryota

Kiyoshi Teppei

Kuroko Tetsuya

Smaller Jealousy (coming soon)

Summary: You knew Riko since middle school and despise you being a year younger than her, she was very excited for your entrance to Seirin. So excited she filled the form for the basketball team manager, without telling you, with the intention to spend a lot of time together. Something you liked to talk about with her was something you both share: small boobs.

Mayuzumi Chihiro

Mibuchi Reo

Midorima Shintaro

Momoi Satsuki

Murasakibara Atsushi

Ponytail (coming soon)

Summary: You’re in your second year of high school in Seirin, you’re friends with the basketball team especially with Kiyoshi Teppei, so is only normal to go and support your friends. What you didn’t expect was falling for the tall purple haired guy from Yosen, who a few days ago was very rude towards your best friend, when he tied his hair in a ponytail.

Sakurai Ryo

Takao Kazunari

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celestair · 2 years

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so i think I've read every knb piece i could possibly like both here and on ao3 and im still obsessed over it... what now?? wattpad??

#i am desperate #i should be asleep btw #i have to wake up in like 5h #half the sht i read was from so long ago too #can someone PLEASE write reader punching hanamiya #CAN SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE A FLUFF WITH AOMINE WHERE THE READER IS BETTER THAN HIM AT BASKETBALL #CAN SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE FLUSTERED AKASHI AND MIDORIMA #THATS ALL I WANT #I WAS READING SUCH A BAD FIC ON AO3 BC THERE WAS NOTHING ELSE INTERESTING #another idea kise and reader childhood friends to lovers where reader punches haizaki #can u tell i have a thing for wanting to punch hanamiya and haizaki?#bc i do #is knb fandom even alive at this point #knb x reader #knb #kuroko no basket #kuroko's basketball

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teamatsumu · 9 months

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: ̗̀➛ his.

kise needs to prove to haizaki that he can’t steal you from him.

pairing: kise ryota x reader

word count: 1,887

✎ suggestive themes, self doubt, angst if you squint

knb masterlist

Kise had known that the outcome of winning the Kaijo vs Fukuda Sogo match wouldn’t be good. But he had expected Haizaki to resort to his usual violent tendencies. In fact, he was almost hoping for it at this point, after seeing what exactly Haizaki was trying to do as part of his revenge. He hadn’t anticipated this at all.

He glared at Haizaki across the table as he conversed with you, talking about the “good old middle school days I spent with Ryota-kun”. Kise nearly barfed at the words, knowing not one sentence that left his rotten mouth was true. He didn’t expect you to know that though. You were listening in intrigue, munching on your lunch and smiling at certain points of Haizaki’s (completely fabricated) stories. Kise felt his hold on his chopsticks tighten, jaw clenching in repressed anger. His leg shook under the table to try and allay some of his anxiety. It was not working.

It was supposed to be a nice, spontaneous shopping date when he had picked you up at your place this morning. He needed new basketball shoes, and it was the perfect excuse to drag you along. He wanted to take every opportunity to spend time with you now that you were officially his. In his mind, this was your first official date after he had asked you to be his girlfriend.

Kise had liked you from the minute he saw you in his class. You had made the transition from Teiko Middle School to Kaijo High way easier for him. You had been kind and befriended him early on when he asked for your help on a particularly difficult Math question (he knew the answer, he just needed an excuse to talk to you). You had enthusiastically agreed to help him, and the rest had been history.

To Kise, you were special. You didn’t care about his athletic pursuits or his modeling career. While you supported him wholeheartedly in all his endeavors, they didn’t define him. And he loved that about you. You were different to him than the usual girls who flocked to him, attracted by the glitter and glam and unable to see the boy underneath. Had it not been so early in your relationship, Kise would wax poetic about you every opportunity he got.

But this was new. It was new and fresh and so, so delicate. He couldn’t risk unintentionally pushing you away. Not when he had just got you.

And so the fear gripped him as he watched you laugh at something Haizaki said, realizing that he could very easily lose you to the man sitting in front of you right now. He had done it before, after all. It wouldn’t be difficult for him to woo you. He had run into the two of you while you shopped, greeting Kise like a long-lost friend and introducing himself as Kise’s old best buddy before Kise could get a single word out. He didn’t even have time to process what was happening before Haizaki was inviting you two to have lunch with him, to which you excitedly agreed, claiming you wanted to know Kise’s old friend, And you were always so kind. How was he supposed to explain to you that Haizaki was a snake? How was he supposed to drag you away without coming off as an asshole? You would probably tell him that he was being too harsh. You always saw the good in people.

You had seen the good in him, hadn’t you?

Kise felt a nudge at his side, turning his head to look at you seated by his side. You were looking at him worriedly, eyes wide and lips pursed in apprehension.

“Are you okay, Ryo-kun?” Your voice was so soft it naturally made his stiff shoulders loosen. He let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

Across the table, Haizaki was smirking dangerously on him, a glint in his eye that told Kise all he needed to know. A claw gripped his heart, throat knotting as the fears of his middle school days encroached on his mind.

Your gentle touch on his arm made him finally move, standing up so abruptly it startled you. You blinked owlishly up at him, and he felt almost bad for doing this, if not for the sweat building up on the back of his neck.

“Can we leave, Y/N-cchi? I’m feeling a bit under the weather.” He tried to keep his voice steady, pointedly ignoring Haizaki’s burning stare. You nodded hastily, standing up and giving Haizaki a smile that made Kise want to scream.

“I guess we have to cut this short, huh?” Haizaki lumbered to his feet, giving Kise a grin that was so fake it took everything for him to not roll his eyes. “We should meet up more often, Y/N-chan, I have so many other stories about Ryota you would love to hear.”

Over Kise’s dead body.

He had reached for your hand, gripping it tightly in his own before throwing a glare at Haizaki, turning to walk out with you in tow. He had used your first name, and addressed you with an endearing honorific. After just one meeting. One conversation. Was that all it took?

“Ryo-kun, slow down!”

Kise blinked and stopped walking, turning to look back at you. He gasped and dropped his hand when he realized how tightly he was holding it, feeling his neck and ears heat up in embarrassment. He gave you a sheepish smile.

“Sorry, Y/N-cchi,” he rubbed the back of his head. “I got carried away.”

You sighed and took his hand again, looking around before leading him to an empty bench down the street. You sat down and patted the spot next to you, waiting for him to seat himself before you began to talk.

“You want to tell me what’s going on?”

Kise stared at you for a bit, gulping in what he assumed was a discreet way. “What do you mean? Nothing’s going on.”

Your face was blank as you looked at him, raising a delicate eyebrow in a way that clearly said that’s bullshit. Kise almost laughed.

“You were clearly uncomfortable around Shogo-kun. From the minute we met him, you’ve been quiet. It’s not like you.”

He didn’t hear a word past Shogo-kun. How long had it taken for you to start calling him anything other than Kise-kun? Haizaki had already made more progress in an hour than he had done in months.

“Ryo-kun?” You leaned towards him, and Kise felt every muscle in his body scream. He was panicking, he knew it. It seemed like all his confidence had suddenly gone down the drain. He felt the urge to run far, far away so he didn’t have to witness you spend a single happy minute with Haizaki. And even though Haizaki wasn’t here, Kise felt like the man was hanging over him like a shadow.

“Oh, Ryota, Y/N-chan.” This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t be real. He watched Haizaki walk up to where you both sat. “You guys are still here. I thought you left, considering Ryota was feeling…… under the weather.”

That fucking tone. Haizaki was mocking him. Kise felt something simmer in his chest, feeling anger that he hadn’t felt since his last tough basketball game. You were looking between both of them in confusion, at the intense staring contest he had going with Haizaki. Kise felt bad, dragging you into this mess just because he won a basketball game. In the grand scheme of things, and compared to you, that win was nothing. Had Kise known this would ensue, he would never have provoked Haizaki or even played in the game.

“We were just leaving.” You stood up, pulling Kise out of his thoughts. Your stance was purposeful and closed off, which made Kise bite the inside of his cheek with worry. Had he freaked you out? Were you upset?

He wordlessly got to his feet and followed you when you tugged on his hand, feeling anxious that this would somehow ruin things between the two of you. A mere ten feet of walking later, you turned around abruptly, looking up at Kise with a heated stare that made him freeze.

“Kiss me.”

Kise’s mouth fell open in shock, eyes so wide he felt like they were ready to pop out of his skull. “H-huh?”

“You want to show him that I belong to you, right?” You leaned closer. “That’s what all the glaring is about. Well, do it. He’s watching.”

Kise instinctively turned his head behind you to see, and sure enough, Haizaki was standing right where you two had left him, only a few strides away, watching both of you, hands stuffed casually in his pockets. He smirked when their eyes met. Kise realized that in that moment, Haizaki probably thought you two were having an argument.

He felt his chest burn in anger.

The next second he turned back to you, one hand reaching up to hold the back of your head and the other on your waist, pulling you in until your lips were meeting in a searing kiss.

He nearly pulled away in surprise when you kissed him back just as aggressively, hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, standing on your tiptoes and tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Kise nearly moaned, winding an arm around your waist until your body was flush against his. The people walking past you two faded away from his mind, and he felt his core tighten at how good you felt.

You had never kissed like this. In the handful of times that you had, it had been soft and hesitant, testing the waters, giggling and laughing as you exchanged gentle pecks after a good date. You had never arched into him like this, never sighed and hummed or tugged on his hair until little tingles ran through his scalp. He relished in the feeling of you, in the soft give of your hips under his hands, tongue running over your lips until you opened your mouth and let him in. Kise groaned long and low into your mouth, at how pliant you were being. His cock twitched in his trousers.

He turned you slightly and opened his eyes, still kissing and licking at your lips, eyes laser focused on the person behind you. Haizaki’s mouth had dropped open, and he looked pissed off as he lifted his hand, showing Kise a middle finger before turning and walking in the other direction.

Kise smirked and closed his eyes, both arms wrapping around your frame and kissing you harder, longer, not caring at the weird looks you were attracting.

He kicked himself for ever doubting your love, for ever doubting you and your devotion to him. It took so many months, but that meant one thing; you two had entered this relationship with complete trust and comfort, and a fake, one hour conversation with some random guy wasn’t going to mess that up. Haizaki could try over and over and it still wouldn’t work. This was one thing he couldn’t steal. And the way you whimpered into his mouth when he bit at your lip proved it.

You were Kise’s. No one else’s.

#kise ryota x reader #kise ryouta #kise x reader #kise ryōta #kuroko's basketball #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basuke x reader #knb fanfic #kise ryota x y/n #kise ryota one shot #kise ryota #kise ryota fanfiction #reader insert #kise ryota fic

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shoichee · 2 years

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Can i get a soulmate fic for kise please? What i was thinking was that they have this "hate" relationship (where they passed the line between love and hate, but they just don't know it yet). Like they argue because it's like routine for them already. Manga (and jealous?? but doesn't know that what he's feeling is jealousy :P) kise please!! It's up to you what kind of soulmate thing, but maybe something that takes time to show since they've been interacting and all that. Thanks so much!!

Paradox

[Kise x f!Reader]

soulmate!au, enemies to lovers!au, manga!kise, cursing!kise to bits, LONG SERIES FIC

Hana is the name I decided to give to the brunette who flirted with Haizaki in s3

Synopsis: Kise despises people like you more than anyone else, the type of people who are shallow, coquettish, and so high-strung on acquiring a soulmate more than anyone else. Nothing good ever comes out of someone who hangs out with the brunette girl along with Haizaki.

You despise two-faced people like him... that's what you like to tell yourself. After all, you're only honest about what you want with people, and if it can help you get a soulmate faster... Where's the crime in that? High-and-mighty people like Kise who didn't believe in soulmates were pretentious, and he was no exception. And you'll do whatever it takes to get what you want, even if it means throwing away your heart in the process, because happiness will come to you once you're with your soulmate... you just know it.

Chapters 3-4 can be found here!

Word Count:

Part 1: 3386 | Part 2: 2131

A/N: This post includes both chapters 1 and 2! Well, it's here... I have the entire brainstorm of where I need this plot to go, but writing it out in fic form as opposed to long headcanons? ... Not my strongest suit but here I go? Please support this series through reblogs/likes and comments! I'd love to interact with everyone!

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Chapter 1, Kise’s POV

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Addressed to Kise Ryōta:

You will meet your soulmate in a place where there are many other people. You will have your first real encounter with them in a place where you always spend your time through the years. Be careful to keep track of where you are at all times. Your soulmate is always with company, and they are never lonely. You must be careful to not actively seek out for your fated encounter, for you’ll certainly miss them. You must remain committed and seek out things that keep you steady and motivated. Only then is it possible for your soulmate to come to you instead.

Kise would like to think he’s a romantic at heart—cheesy guy even, but on the other hand, he actively scoffs at the letter’s content… that he’s had memorized for years now. He has no choice on the matter of whether or not he’ll remember it. Not when his “letter” was just a measly paragraph. He remembered being awfully jealous and whiny of his past classmates bringing their 2-page letter to class to show off and getting the “ooh’s” and “ah’s” from everyone else. That was one sure-fire way to distinguish yourself from the crowd and make a name for yourself. Over the years, Kise’s learned that it would become a separate type of “popularity hierarchy,” whereas those with the most elaborate, mysterious, or unique soulmate letters are the ones at the top of the social ladder. Bonus points if it somehow involves all three factors.

And somehow, he also ended up at the popular side of that hierarchy too. Not like he cared, but it’s wildly convenient sometimes to get what you want from people. Still, no benefits from being popular this way could ever outweigh the massive inconveniences; he made the grievous mistake of revealing his letter contents to a casual friend in “good-natured fun.” And before he knew it, the entire school ended up knowing about it too… and then the entire neighborhood… and somehow, it went even into the ears beyond that.

Thus, it started his chronic illness of being tailed after by girls of all backgrounds. With no cure in sight for the ailment that he certainly didn’t ask for. It’s almost terrifying how a single day transformed every single girl into a parasitic bee on a search for the brightest, most colorful flower. Kise, already popular for his looks to begin with, suddenly was shoved under a more blinding spotlight of public scrutiny. If he was going to be completely honest… he liked it… at first. The newfound attention was euphoric and foreign, and he relished in it. But just like anything else, it got… boring.

Some might call it the ultimate blessing: it could make searching for a soulmate much easier and less effort on his end, they’d argue. Kise had come to beg to differ. Not when hundreds of the same faces with hundreds of clamors claimed and cried that they were his soulmate. How do fourteen girls suddenly have the “other half of the puzzle” to his own letter when there were… thirteen other girls claiming the same thing?

See, one soulmate gets a letter describing a general location of where they’d meet their soulmate. The other soulmate gets a letter describing a general timeframe of when they’d meet. Not like it actually helps narrowing down the process of pairing up people. Because he knows this shit can take years—decades, in fact—before he can even get a first glimpse of his soulmate. And the ordeal of people constantly screaming in his face that the time they’d meet their soulmate is now and hence, “it must be Kise” got old really quickly.

It’s utterly stupid. Who does this sender think they are to decide how Kise gets to live his life? What type of sadistic game were they playing by forcing the other soulmate to have the other half of the information, which would be, no doubt, just as annoyingly cryptic?

He stopped denying all the rumors of a girl claiming to be his soulmate; for every rumor he clarified and quashed during his naive youth, three more sprung up the next week. Ignoring them sounds counterintuitive, but when he allows the many rumors and girls to multiply and fester, the number of annoyances are still relatively the same: nearly infinite.

Such has become the life of Kise Ryōta.

Worst part of this whole damn thing was, he won’t be able to know when he’d meet his soulmate, not until he shares a “kiss of genuine integrity” with them… and he doesn’t even know where to begin with that requirement. Supposedly, after you kiss the right person with the right intention, something changes in the mysterious letter that would indicate he found the soulmate. Problem is, it’s different for everyone: some get a drawing of their soulmate at the end of the letter; some simply have the name of their soulmate written at the end; some get an engraved stamp; and the list goes on and on. The main takeaway from it all is that his letter should have a visible change at the end… if he could even get to that point at this rate.

“Oh my gosh…! Is that—That’s Kise-kun!!”

“Eh?! Where, where?! Let me see!”

This is ludicrous. What kind of deity up there decided to put a twisted spin on this sappy, fairy tale trope? He gives a harsh exhale before he puts up a polite smile and continues on with his day. His first day at Teiko.

“Please join our club…!” Several girls huddle around the table, eager to show the good-looking boy their information trifold-cardboard and flyers. Unsurprisingly, every single one of them had eyes of ulterior motive. At the sight, Kise resists the urge to roll his eyes at them. He stands there for a bit, watching their mouths move, but in truth, he’s not hearing a single thing out of them.

This girl looks decent… her hair is a bit weird, though.

Oh, she sure has a strange accent… and this girl has odd eyebrows.

Ugh, this one talks too much at a too-high pitch.

“Ah… well…” He puts up a chagrined smile, not knowing where to look before he smoothly waves goodbye. “I have something else to check out. Keep yourselves well, ladies!” With that, he immediately prepares his ears for shrieks of admiration and lovesickness.

Good riddance.

———

As much as he hates to admit it, he still doesn’t know what that letter exactly means to this day. Some of the sentences that consider themselves as “hints” or “instructions” are way too vague to be considered such.

He begrudgingly opens up the envelope containing the letter for the umpteenth time again. Kise sits on his desk in his own room, illuminated by the sunlight filtering through the glass pane. Floating dust particles are instantly revealed where the light hits, but he doesn’t care, his attention only on what’s important. Chin on his desk, Kise lays the envelope and letter on the flat surface, trying to see what he could be missing. By now, the paper is slightly worn out from years of Kise thumbing, flipping, inserting, folding, unfurling—you name it, in hopes of finding any hidden clues as to who’s the sender and how to solve this “riddle” that ultimately determines the rest of his life. The seal wax on the envelope is beyond recognition, cracked and no longer aesthetically pleasing to look at.

An unassuming creme-white envelope laid tactfully on top of the same desk years ago, the light from his room window shining on it like a natural spotlight. Stray dust floated around, acting like confetti to announce its unexpected, (yet important) quiet arrival. Adorned with a wax seal, the middle of it was impressed in the center of the seal with a perfect copy of his “hanko” that clearly had the kanji for his name. Which was weird… wasn’t counterfeiting hankos illegal? Being beyond skeptical even for his young age at the time of the discovery, Kise thoroughly checked every crease and fold of the paper. Yes, he even dared to open the window and looked around in case someone had the gall to play a prank on him. Opening up the envelope did nothing to calm him down as soon as he realized it was the infamous “soulmate letter.”

So God help him.

“Well…” he sighs, picking up the letter closer to his face, chin still firmly on the wood. “It wouldn’t hurt to double-check one more time, right?”

[You will meet your soulmate in a place where there are many other people.]

He frowns not even a second into the letter. Well that’s not EXACTLY helpful, is it? he ruefully thinks, recalling the constant faces surrounding him with hopeful, shining eyes. How am I going to figure out which of them is the right person? He groans in frustration before reluctantly moving on to the next part.

[You will have your first real encounter with them in a place where you always spend your time through the years. Be careful to keep track of where you are at all times.]

This also makes no damn sense. He blows a strand out of his hair in annoyance, but he stops at a realization. I guess I’ve been in the studio for a long time… It has been a couple years since he started out as a casual model, so perhaps he’s on the right track. He allows himself a small grin of triumph.

[Your soulmate is always with company, and they are never lonely. You must be careful to not actively seek out for your fated encounter, for you’ll certainly miss them.]

His grin grows wider. This is it…! It only makes sense that they’re also involved within the modeling industry. Are they a photographer, makeup artist, stylist… or even, are they also a model like him? It would only make sense if they’re never alone like he is. And maybe trying to seek them out when they also attract other people to them would make it harder to face them alone? He frowns. Or maybe it’s because they’re one of my many admirers? That one is still a bit muddy. But he remains hopeful.

[You must remain committed, and seek out things that keep you steady and motivated. Only then is it possible for your soulmate to come to you instead.]

The most cryptic part of the letter. If he’s going to try to base this off of the premise of his soulmate being near his modeling job, maybe he should pursue the pastime beyond just a hobby and turn it into a career? But other than that, all the things he’s tried out, especially sports, have gotten boring and thus, been abandoned. He bangs his forehead on the table, grin wiped off of his face realizing how he instantly got kicked back into square one.

This… this doesn’t make any sense!

———

It’s been two years at Teiko. Still no sign of this soulmate. He’s not surprised that by now, nearly the entire school somehow caught wind of the contents of his letter…. though, rumors have been getting wilder and wilder as days pass.

“Kise-kun.”

“Ee-ee-eeeee!!” The sudden voice makes him jump out of his skin before he whirls around in a panic. “Kurokocchi!! Could you stop doing that??”

Kuroko merely gives his signature blank look before he continues walking on like nothing happened.

“Y-You’re really gonna ignore me?!”

“It’s almost time for practice,” he says, turning back to face him expressing theatrical tears. “We don’t want to be late, or Akashi-kun will find out.”

At the mention of the captain’s name, Kise merely gulps before he catches up with Kuroko’s stride with no further complaints.

“But did you have to pop out of nowhere?”

Honestly, I still don’t get that part about him.

“I can’t help it,” he deadpans, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “It’s not much different from your popularity.”

“When you put it like that,” he sighs, putting his arms behind his head. “I guess I can see it.” He eyes the back of Kuroko’s head—who’s been walking ahead—for several minutes before he finally musters up the courage to ask.

“Say, Kurokocchi…”

“Yes?” Kuroko continues keeping up his pace, but he slightly looks back to Kise in acknowledgment.

“Did you get your soulmate letter yet?”

At the question, Kuroko merely blinks before he replies. “I received an envelope in my locker yesterday. I thought it was strange since no one ever notices me to begin with, so I thought someone must’ve mistaken my locker for someone else’s.” Kise waits with bated breath for him to continue.

“And?”

Kuroko looks away for a second. “Yeah, it had my hanko on it. I opened it to make sure it wasn’t an error on the sender’s end. Sure enough…” he nods before finishing his reveal, “it was in fact, about my soulmate.”

“What did it say?!” Kise nearly jumps on Kuroko out of anticipation, but he barely manages to keep himself in check.

“That I’ll find my soulmate when I’m 17 to 18,” he says matter-of-factly. “So that means… I’d be a 3rd year in high school. But it also said I would already encounter them at several points in my life prior.”

Kise face-palms at his answer. “What the hell? How come yours is so straightforward?”

He only shrugs as a response, because they were already at the front steps of the gym. It looks like they got here on time. Kuroko announces the two of them before he helps pull out the ball carts. As shoe squeaks and ball dribbles echo throughout the interior, Kise stands there mulling over Kuroko’s information.

So Kurokocchi had the part of the soulmate information that only told the approximate time frame… Still, his was way too simple… or did he somehow decipher it really easily?

Kise makes a loud noise of frustration as he grabs and shakes his head, completely ignoring the concerned looks from the other first-string players.

Eurghh!! Why is mine too complicated?!

———

Kise looks at the letter in his hands again. Looking at it sort of pisses him off at this point, the wrinkled font clearly mocking and challenging him to solve it… if he could even do it to begin with. He holds the top of the paper with his two hands, his thumbs and forefingers gripping tighter. He can just rip it. He really can… who’s stopping him?

Actually, has there been anyone who ripped their letter like this before?

He intensely stares at it for a few moments, juggling his options and weighing the consequences if he did choose to shred his fate into pieces. He gives a resigned pout when he comes to the conclusion that maybe it’d be best if he didn’t test that theory out. With a huff, he roughly folds up the paper and shoves it into the envelope before tossing it haphazardly onto a low shelf.

“That’s it,” he declares out to the room. “I’m not going to bother with this soulmate shit. I’m going to live my life however I want, and no one can stop me otherwise.”

And suddenly, he feels ten times better, like a weight was lifted from his shoulders. I should’ve done this sooner, he thinks, yawning as he gets ready for a good nap in his bed. Thinking about this is way too tiring and troublesome. Why should I even care about it anymore?

———

Somehow, his admirers became bolder and bolder, realizing that they should try to push his boundaries and see how much they can get away with. It started with tentative brushes of his shirt and his arms, thinking he didn’t notice. Of course he fucking noticed, when ten other girls had the same idea. Birds of a feather flock together—something he remembers, snorting derisively in his mind yesterday. But what does he do? Put some distance between them and himself with a cheery smile and a fastbreak walk. And then today, they have the audacity to actually grab him?

You’ve got to be kidding me.

“Is it true that your soulmate letter told you that you’d meet someone so beautiful in a place no one goes to?”

“No, that’s wrong! I’ve heard that he’s looking for someone in a place where he works.”

“Should we also apply there then…?”

Kise drops his sunny disposition like a drop of a hat, and those who had their eyes and hands on him immediately flinch at the sudden change. All the loud whispers cease.

“K-Kise-kun…? Is there something wrong?”

“Is there someone bothering you?”

How do you guys have no self awareness?

“Ah, sorry…” Kise gives a placid smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “You see—”

“Oh!!~ Ryōta-kun!!”

Everyone jumps at the sound of his first name used so familiarly, but Kise is more shocked than the rest of them because he doesn’t recognize the voice one bit. What the hell is going on?

A girl ruthlessly pushes through the crowd before she bounces to his side with such a saccharine smile that Kise is almost impressed by the feat. But his thoughts short-circuit when she comfortably wraps her perfectly-manicured hands around his left arm, her brunette hair swept across her shoulder and touching his sleeve. He gets a full whiff of her fragrance, and he slightly grimaces before his thoughts finally catch up to register what just happened.

What the f—

“Everyone is so touchy today!!” she declares with a slight pout, ringing her voice loudly for everyone nearby to hear on purpose. “Don’t you guys know Ryōta-kun is my soulmate?”

“O-Oi—who said—” Kise immediately tries to jump in, but the girl is quicker to cut him off.

“He’s mine! Sorry girlies!” she says with a playful innocence before narrowing her eyes maliciously at the crowd. “... So you’ll have to leave, ‘mkay?” No sooner she speaks those words, the group disperses, and for the first time, Kise’s relatively alone in broad daylight in the middle of a public space. Though, he now has a bigger issue at hand. This girl.

There’s no doubt the entire school would talk about this the next day and weeks to come… probably months too. He drops his nice facade completely with her. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but stop it. The shit you’re doing right now isn’t cute in the slightest.”

“Oh! Ryōta-kun… don’t you know how attractive you are when you look at me like that?” She leans forward with a sneer of her own. “But you should be thanking me, no? I got rid of the pests for you, didn’t I?”

“I didn’t need your help,” he scoffs, beginning to turn away to walk. “If anything, you sound more desperate than I am.” There’s only one reason why she’s here.

He fumes to himself. She’s annoying, trying to use me for my status as a model to boost her own reputation in a hopeful “scandal.” Fucking hell. I’ll have to ask my manager about this later for rumor control… He clicks his tongue, making it loud enough for her to hear.

At least he knows 100% that she isn’t his soulmate. That’s one girl down out of infinity.

He walks with such controlled anger brewing within him that he almost didn’t notice another girl walking past him. Almost.

“Hana-chan!” a voice called out. He presumes that the brunette is who the voice is looking for. “Why’d you ditch me like that? You left me with these boys all alone! You know how starved they are—They totally looked at me like a piece of meat!”

“Aish, (y/n)-chan!” He hears her annoying voice echoing behind him. He walks faster. “Don’t you know you have that charm? Can you blame them?~ I wouldn’t, hehe.”

“Mou—! Hana-chan!” You speed to Hana, completely ignoring Kise as you storm past him. “You’re mean!”

He takes a quick side glance at you before his scowl turns harsher.

Who the hell in their right mind is friends with that bitch??

“Sorry, sorry!~”

But Kise can obviously tell she isn’t sorry in the least. He’s even more pissed off when he hears you pleasantly laugh with her, completely accepting her half-assed apology.

Chapter 2, Kise’s POV

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“Huh? What’d you say Ryōta?”

“I said I want to play for the starting position.” Kise’s voice takes on an arrogant tone, dropping all polite facade—a rare occurrence, especially around so many people. The other first-string players watch the interaction anxiously, tension building in the gym.

This guy isn’t taking me seriously at all, is he?

Haizaki merely gives him a condescending look when he turns to face Kise. “You just joined the team. Hah—don’t be stupid.” He cocks a brow to taunt him further. “Besides, you can’t even beat me at practice. What do you think you’re doing, eh?”

I know what I’m doing, and you damn know it.

Kise merely gives a cocky look of his own. “I may not stand a chance against the other four, but I think I’m ready to take you.” More than ready. The mentioned Generation of Miracles stand aside to watch Haizaki’s response, not making any particular move to interfere.

“Heh, you must not think much of me.” Haizaki puts his hands casually on his hips. “It’s obvious I just don’t take practice seriously.” He licks his thumb as another taunt. “Fine. I’ll give you a taste of what I can really do.”

Honestly… what type of sick guy even does that? I can’t stand him.

. . .

A dunk there.

Another dunk.

Steal.

Backtip.

“Uh-oh. Kise-chin’s getting destroyed,” a lazy voice rings over the shoe squeaks and echoing ball bounces in the one-on-one match.

Damn it, you didn’t have to say that out loud, Murasakibaracchi… Damn it.

“More! I’m not done yet…!” Kise breathes hard, wiping sweat off his chin with the back of his arm and takes on a defensive stance.

“It’ll end the same way every time.”

“W-Wha—!”

“You and I…” Haizaki deals the finishing blow with a brutal dunk. “... are cut from different cloth.”

Ah… shit. Damn it, I thought I had it this time… I thought… damn…

“Shōgo-kun!” a feminine voice calls out from the doorway. A brunette girl pops her head to peep in. Hana. “Are you done with practice?”

Ugh… not her. Kise inwardly blanches at hearing her nauseating voice filling up the room and remembering the stunt she pulled the other day. Of all people to see me like this too…

“Yeah, sorry. I just finished,” Haizaki calls out, voice turning casual. He walks to her with an outstretched arm, eager for a touch before she recoils in disgust.

“Eurgh—!” she shrieks. “You’re still drenched in sweat!”

“Pft, I’ll take a quick shower.” He leans forward to her face, hands on his hips. “Do you wanna come with me?”

“Oh, come on!” she chastises him with that sickenly sweet voice, knowing fully well of his implications.

Kise huffs a small breath of annoyance, though it doesn’t do enough to convey his irritation for her. What a fake. People like her are so unbearable—the worst.

Aomine sighs, watching from a distance away. “That bastard…”

“Hey,” another player calls out. “Isn’t that… That’s Kise’s new girlfriend. Are they soulmates?”

Bullshit! She’s not—

“Ryōta-kun?”

Don’t use my first name like we’re familiar—

“Yeah.” Haizaki turns back to stare down at Kise, still on the ground with his hands and knees. “This guy just challenged me and lost.”

“Seriously? Talk about lame~”

“Anyways, that’s that.” Haizaki prepares to leave with the brunette. “Later, Ryōta-kun.” He adds an emphasis on the honorific to further humiliate him as he turns around.

Kise begins to tremble, fists tightening. All of you piss me off. He grits his teeth, willing himself to get up from his total loss and stand on his feet again. His hands are hanging loosely at his sides—stance relaxed, but no one around him can tell what he’s actually feeling from the way he hides his face under his bangs. But he can’t blame Haizaki… that’s the most infuriating part. He’s right… I challenged him and didn’t stand a chance—That can only mean I have to get stronger.

“Hey, wait!” Another voice cuts through his thoughts when more running footsteps echo down the gym hallway. Kise looks up with a disinterested expression at the source of the noise. “There you are! I’ve been looking for you! Aren’t we going to the arcade together?”

Haizaki merely smirks at you, giving you a once-over before flicking his hand towards himself to beckon you over. “The more the merrier, eh?”

“Oh, Shōgo-kun! You’re so sly!”

“Ehhhhh?” You dramatically gasp, turning to Haizaki. “But you agreed on going on a date with me today, didn’t you?” Haizaki stops with a raised brow to try to recall before his grin grows wider at you.

“My bad. So I did,” he hums. “Then,” he turns to the brunette, “After the shower, I’ll be with (y/n), yeah? You’re more than free to join, though.”

“Whaaaat?” You tilt your head at him. “We agreed to go alone together, geez…”

Kise merely tunes you out from that point on, no longer interested in you and whatever shit you were going to spew out. Anyone involved with Haizaki like that isn’t good to begin with. He slowly walks to use the exit on the opposite side of the gym to avoid the group for good measure.

She’s just like the rest of them. He yawns.

———

Another day, another practice. Even after Teiko destroyed Meiko in the national finals, there is no excitement buzzing among the basketball players from such an accomplishment, when such wins are simply obligatory and frequent.

“Midorimacchi? Where’s everyone else?” Kise enters the gym nonchalantly but stops to do a double take to see half the room empty. It’s supposed to be another regular day of practice isn’t it?

Midorima pauses, his hands on a plastic bottle before he narrows his eyes. “Those fools chose to ditch.”

Fools? Kise widens his eyes. “You can’t mean…”

“I don’t understand their way of thinking,” he continued, putting down the bottle before picking up the ball. “Those who don’t do everything humanly possible within their limits—I can’t be friends with such people. Luckily, my soulmate will not be the same.”

Soulmate?

“Aominecchi and Murasakibaracchi? And hey, where’s Akashicchi?”

“Quiet,” he says, going into a shooting position with the ball in his left hand. “You’re ruining my focus, nanodayo.” He shoots a half-court shot. All net, as always… nothing less from Teiko’s shooting guard.

“I’m serious,” he slightly sulks, eyeing the ball bouncing out of the court before looking back at him. “I don’t know what’s going on here.” Midorima, sensing the serious tone, turns back as he adjusts his glasses.

“Kuroko quit yesterday. Akashi is most likely gone regarding that. Though, I doubt losing Kuroko would make a huge impact to the starter lineup. Despite that, I believe Akashi wanted to be thorough and make sure there’s a temporary sixth man installed in the meantime.”

Kurokocchi quit? Well, it’s not a big deal. It’s almost the end of our 3rd year here anyways… before we graduate.

Kise further raises a confused brow. “And what’s with the soulmate comment? Did you already…?”

“Obviously not.” Midorima frowns at his insinuation. “It is far too soon for me to get one.”

“Then why do you sound so confident?!”

“Because I know,” he replies, closing his eyes briefly before looking down at the ball cart next to him. “… and trust that they’ll give me someone capable. Naturally, if I were to do everything possible on my end, that would only mean I would be granted someone of the same caliber in the future, nanodayo. There is no room for error or doubt.”

“Uh…” Kise merely gives a judgmental stare. “So I’m assuming you have a soulmate letter, and it told you this?” Midorima stops himself from shooting to stare at him incredulously, as if Kise was the most idiotic thing he’d ever laid eyes on.

“Of course not. I’m not opening that letter until the oha asa predicts the luckiest year for cancers yet.”

“I… wow.” That’s Midorimacchi for you, always the weirdo. Can’t believe he really thinks like that.

“You have no place to speak when you also are nowhere near to finding your soulmate, idiot.” He shoots the ball again. He grabs another one without looking at Kise, who’s currently no doubt giving him the look of a kicked puppy.

“I don’t believe in soulmates,” he grumbles. “Not anymore, anyways. It’s too annoying to think about.”

Midorima widens his eyes to stare at Kise, registering the foreign words coming from his mouth.

Midorimacchi, don’t look at me like that… can you blame me? It’s not that weird for a lot of people to think that, too.

Midorima merely sighs. “Say all you want, but you can’t deny the fates, nanodayo.” He goes back to ignoring Kise again, this time for good. I guess he finds that really strange on his end.

“Well…” Kise gives a heavy sigh of his own. “I guess I can get some drills in.”

———

Kaijo’s nice enough. Nothing’s really changed since becoming a 1st year here for a couple months. The campus might be twice the size of Teiko’s, and the basketball team isn’t that bad. Kasamatsu might be scary, though, but he has no real complaints about him. Well… he reconsiders the thought, feeling his lower back throbbing. Actually… he COULD try to lessen up on his kicks… But I guess he means well. He’s a bit too serious, though.

He still has plenty of complaints about girls following him around, but by now, he’s used to it. Call it a staple of Kise Ryōta, of some sorts. Kise of Kaijo… he thinks, remembering Kasamatsu’s lecture on his first day of scouting. It really does have a nice ring to it after all.

He smiles, recalling the new bonds he’s forged with his teammates these past matches. The Winter Cup is coming soon, so everyone’s buzzing with excitement and anticipation to take home 1st place this year. Kurokocchi might be right about doing what’s good for the team. I need to get stronger for our rematch. His simper only grows bigger.

Thinking about basketball and not worrying about the unnecessary things at hand is so liberating that he pretty much forgets the ordeal. (Like the business of soulmates, but he’s not thinking about that! That’s not even remotely in his consciousness, not one bit.)

Unfortunately for him, his smile is wiped from his face the moment he enters the gym.

“Heyah, heyah, heyah!” He furrows his brows in slight confusion at the voice, most definitely not belonging to any of his teammates. That sounds… familiar.

Your voice reverberates throughout the gym, but it seems like you have no regard for an indoor voice as your eyes sparkle (how creepy) at his teammates. And your own smile widens as seconds pass (definitely creepy). Kise’s frown becomes harsher when he finally recognizes you.

I don’t remember what she looks like… but that damn voice… wait a second—

Kasamatsu sighs at you, but he tries to keep a polite tone with you. Even so, anyone can sense how exasperated he is. “Sorry, look,” he says cordially, eyeing Kise at the door before turning his gaze back at you. “If you’re looking for Kise, he’s not here right now, and if you are going to wait for him, he’ll be occupied with practice from soon until hours later.”

You do that same head tilt you did back at Teiko. “But I’m not here for him.”

His teammates merely sweatdrop at your answer. Right, like anyone believes that. Kise takes a quiet step in to put his duffel bag on an empty spot, no longer even bothering to give you his attention anymore.

“Yeah, sorry.” Kobori steps in with an apologetic smile of his own. “If you want to leave any gifts, you can leave it with the coach.”

“No, no!” You widen your eyes theatrically, waving your hands around in front of your chest to emphasize your statement. “You misunderstand me, seriously!”

Kasamatsu, having enough of you, shoots an exhale before turning to yell to the other players, “Everyone! Start warming up! And don’t slack off, or I’ll kick your ass!”

“I’m not here for Kise,” your voice rings out loud and clear. “I’m here for Kasamatsu-senpai.” Everyone freezes at the mention of the captain’s name. What business did a 1st year have with a 3rd year? They spare a look in the captain’s direction, but even he’s caught off guard. Kise looks up at you from behind, a few meters away.

Does she even know that I’m actually here, or…?

“Because,” you say, a little too brightly. “I think you’re my soulmate, Kasamatsu-senpai!”

Said captain immediately chokes on air.

Every single person in the gym has their jaws dropped.

A few seconds of silence take over the gym.

“WHAT??????!!!!”

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omg hiiiii 😊 can we get hcs of hanamiya, haizaki, and jason silver’s reacion to yn bring a very shy kind gril but they herd rumers of her chesting with another guy !! 😡😡 but it ended up being a lie, and thry end up hruting her feelings?? 🥺🥺 eould she forgive them too? >…<

Hanamiya Makoto, Haizaki Shougo, and Jason Silver Heard Rumour of Their S/O Cheating With Another Guy.

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A/N: Hello there! Thank you for requesting the bad boys of KnB. This is one of the biggest challenges for me because I cannot really relate to them but I will try my best. I hope you like the final result! Also, I admit even though Hanamiya, Jason and Haizaki are the bad boys and bastards of the KnB, they are hot (but not my type). Please never date this kind of guy in real life, they are a walking red flag.

Warning: Mention of violence, ANGST, non-consent touch, a little bit of NSFW and profanity.

Gender: Neutral

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Hanamiya Makoto

Everyone knows that you are Hanamiya's S/O and everyone in Kirisaki Daiichi feared the dead black-haired since he's the most dangerous player among his teammate. However, that doesn't really stop anyone to try to get closer to you.

However, that doesn't stop any guy to mess with you and other students start gossiping about you dating another guy behind Hanamiya's back.

Even if he doesn't have explosive anger like Haizaki and Jason Silver who would shout at you. His wrath was much scarier and more hurtful.

He would humiliate you in front of lots of people and when is aid that. His humiliation is much worse, it could be trying to frame you that you were the villain in the relationship or bullied you with students around to watch.

Reality sucks because Hanamiya definitely knows that it was probably just a dumb rumour made by people around you. I am sorry to crush your hope but he hates honest people so he isn't sorry at all and he is a genius with a high IQ.

Not only he knows that it was only a rumour that people create just to defame you. Instead of helping you out, he is going to use that defamation by degrading you and then using you as a black sheep so he could manipulate you easier and degrading you for fun.

He would make fun of you for letting people easily get attached to you and trying to be a creep. Since you're so kind, lots of people trying to take an advantage of you and trying to make you cheat on Hanamiya or being a creep.

Yes, even though it's canon that he likes the soft, shy, kind and easily manipulated girl (Like Yui Komori type of girl from Diabolik Lovers). He would guilt-trip you and make you feel stupid even if it was just a rumour.

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(By the way, I am not shaming anyone in real life. I am shaming Nobuta Tanaka, the character from Assassination classroom)

A pair of dark grey eyes staring at you with a horrible intention as the delinquent male sauntering up to you like a wannabe model with his horrible spiked black hair swayed around and his pudgy face bouncing like a basketball. Nobuta Tanaka, the most well-known pervert in the Kirisaki Daiichi. His narrow eyes eyeing up at you from the bottom of your skirt/pants to your chest.

"Hey there cutie, I never see you around in here. Are you here alone?" The male asks.

"No, I am waiting for my boyfriend. Could you please leave me alone? My boyfriend is going to be in here at any moment," you shoo the pervert away.

"Aww don't be like that. Why don't you go out with me? I am a nice guy," he grabs one of your hands.

"H-hey! P-please let me go! Y-You are making me uncomfortable!" You shout, trying to push the pervert away.

"No need to be shy, kitten. It's just you and me alone~" his other arms slowly slid and crept on your back, trying to pull you closer.

" P-please d-don't touch me. I-i don't want to hurt you," You quickly push the guy away but not hard enough to make the person fall, you only push him away very gently before your footsteps fading away.

However, even though you were defending yourself from the pervert. Something dark and shimmering hiding behind a wall, taking picture of the pervert trying to hug you as the edge of the owner of the camera's lips tugged upwards before they leave the crime scene and start their work to destroy your relationship with your boyfriend.

↠ Timeskip ↞

Walking down the hallway, thousands of pairs of eyes staring at you with shock, confusion, resentment, anger, and judgement but the most confusing part is people would quickly get away from you whenever you try to approach them. Raising your eyebrows, you know there must be something bad happening but you don't know what is it because students treating you like a plague.

A footstep getting closer to you as it was getting louder and louder. Turning around, you saw Hanamiya sauntering up with a smile but you know that smile was forced, it was his typical mocking smile with a hint of anger in it like that smile when he is facing his rival before he broke them.

"M-makoto-san, I-" You were cut off immediately by him.

"Hmm~ you called my first name after what you did? That's very surprising~" he pushes you to the locker.

"W-what do you mean by that? I-i didn't do anything! " You were confused, hurt, and frightened.

"Oh? You don't know? Are you stupid or something? HAHA! You were acting cute and helpless as if you were asking him that you're an easy, helpless little creature that can be harassed at any time. I'm sure you're doing it on purpose in front of Nobuta, asking him to be harassed like a little bitch you are..I bet you had fun cheating on my back and letting him touching you" he smiles evilly, watching your face confronting into shock, pain, sorrow, and fury as he shows the picture of you getting harassed by Nobuta.

"B-but..i-i pushed him away and I don't like him like that way. I-i would never cheat on you! T-that picture is when he was harassing me!-" you try to defend yourself.

"Oh my poor baby, you did? Maybe you shouldn't be so stupid and try to defend yourself," he cupped your cheeks, "Maybe you should do something for me to prove that you didn't cheat on me, my darling. After all, how can you make me believe that you didn't cheat on me...." he faked his frown.

"D-don't worry Hanamiya-kun. I-i promise i will show you that I didn't cheat on you" you put on a fake smile, trying to convince your boyfriend.

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Haizaki Shougo

I am praying for your mentality, your soul and your strength to handle this dude. Unlike Hanamiya, he is much more violent and he's not afraid to hit a woman.

He doesn't respect anyone except Nijimura so to date him. You had to make him respect you the first time. But since we are talking about you are dating him, it was a very rocky relationship between you and his violent and playboy tendencies.

You can imagine his reaction when he hears the rumour of you cheating behind his back. There are many situations that can end up that you hurt because of him.

The first situation is him becoming very enraged at you. Once you are down with your class, he would be likely to march up on you before pulling you to the quiet place where there is no one around and he would scream at you.

If you fight back and try to defend yourself from him, he would be likely to hit you in the face and I am talking about slapping you on the face before he storms away to cool off.

In the second situation, he wouldn't hurt you or slap you but instead. It would be more disgusting because he would cheat behind your back and if you try to confront him. He would be guilt-tripping you by saying you were the one who cheated him in the first place.

This man has a huge ego and I can say his Ego is even bigger than Aomine and Hanamiya (Almost the same as Jason Silver). When he shows he is sorry for hurting you once he knows it was just a stupid rumour, his apology would be forced.

He doesn't want to say sorry but if he has to. It would be like, "FINE! I AM FUCKING SORRY! HAPPY NOW?!" However, if that made the situation worse. He would finally apologize without feeling like he was forced as he give some kind of present (like little trinkets or something).

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Sitting on the bench, you keep looking at your wristwatch with your shoes tapping against the ceramic floor and bounce your legs in a frantic manner. Glancing around the airport, you were biting your nails as you are waiting for your cousin who is an exchange student studying economics and business.

It has been such a long time, you really miss your dear cousin who is also like a best friend to you. He was always there for you when you two were young, he was like an older brother to you but he had to leave you for almost more than five years so he could be the best entrepreneur and start a company once he goes back.

A sound of tiny wheels could be heard from far and you turn around to see your cousin who is smiling at you, "Yo (Y/N), miss me?" he opens his arms. You couldn't help but the run-up to your cousin and give him your biggest bear hug and snuggle your face on the crook of your cousin's neck.

Unknown to you, someone sees everything as she quickly takes the phone away and takes a picture of you hugging your cousin, 'Not only did she take my Haizaki away from me but she cheats behind his back! She will feel my wrath!' she thought as she starts to walk away, leaving you along with your cousin whose searching the trolley to put all of his bags.

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After sending your cousin home, you were on your way to your house so you could rest your aching muscles, "It has been such a tiring day, I wonder how Haizaki is without me...' you wondered. As you were walking home, you could see the back of Fukuda Sougou's jersey with the number six.

The edge of your lips curving upwards as your eyes twinkle in happiness, seeing your man standing there with his braided hair. But the footsteps immediately stop as the glint in your eyes immediately gone in a second and your eyes turn dark as tears start brimming in your eye.

A girl wrapped their arms around your boyfriend as her lips were attached to his lips, kissing him passionately. Seeing you, the girl tightened her arms for a few seconds before pulling away, "See you tomorrow, Shougo-Kun!" She chirped, skipping away happily.

"S-shougo-Kun.....why? Your throat tightened.

"(Y/N)-Chan~ you saw that, huh~" he struts up to you slowly, as if it looks like a predator mocking their prey for getting stuck.

'Tsk, serves you right for cheating with me. Did you think I don't know about you cheating with someone in the airport?" His smirk was replaced with a scowl.

"B-but i didn't cheat on you-!" You try to defend yourself.

But it was a futile attempt as you feel a burning pain on your cheeks, and your eyes widened as tears slowly slipped out from your eyes. Looking at Haizaki, it was clear he was pissed off because the size of his eyes getting smaller.

"FUCKING LIAR!" He shouted.

A hiccup escapes from your lips, "I-I'm not....t-that picture that you give me is my c-cousin. I-I told you from the message! Why can't you believe me!" You never shout but this is your first time shouting at him.

"W-wha?!" He was shocked once he ehars your explanation.

"W-WE'RE DONE!" You ran awya from him.

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Jason Silver

I am starting to wonder if you are a masochist, have Stockholm syndrome or you just like bad boys who are very violent. I am sorry if I sounded very judgemental but Jason Silver is also as violent as Haizaki.

Angering Jason Silver and Haizaki is like a death wish for a partner and expecting them to be vigilant boyfriends is already too much for them. Instead of talking it out, Jason Silver would be very angry like Haizaki.

Once he hears the rumours of you cheating on him behind his back. I cannot see him talking it to you and asking if it was true. Instead, he would be marching up at you, shoving you until you fall from the ground and yelling profabities or sexist slurs.

He only does that when no one is around or he would be likely to grip a can of beer or soda when he was in public and crush it even though he didn't say anything but peoplw still know he is furious because the way he looks at them as if they were just nothing to him.

But you can tell he is pissed off because of the way he is glaring into your eyes. It was as if like a bomb ready to explode at any second. Even if you try to tell him it was just a rumour, he wouldn't listen to you.

As you two go home together. That's when you know you need to escape from him because as you two go inside. He would be likely to scream at you and slam some stuff to the ground, he would be also could hit you if he's too blinded by the rage.

This is the difference between him and Haizaki. Unlike Haizaki, I can see him feel bad for hurting you. Even though he has a huge ego, he can put it aside once he knows it was only a rumour.

As he feels guilty for hurting you, his eyes would stare at the floor as if the floor is more interesting than you before taking a deep breath and admitting he was wrong for hurting you.

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A can of beer is held by the tall muscular dark skinned man as he looks at the screen of his phone, talking together with Nash Gold and the rest of the Jabberwocky team as everyone inside the chat is either cursing with each other or sending pictures of women slept with.

Taking a sip of his beer. His eyes keeps looking at the chat bar from the team until his eyes landed on a picture of you in the classroom standing in front of a guy who seems to be looking disinterested. His eyes widened upon seeing the picture, "Yo! Silver, is this your little bitch? My friend told me that she was cheating with you with some ugly bastard," his friends texted him.

Gritting his teeth, he began clenching hard on the can until there was a cracking sound from the can, standing up. He began cursing at his phone, typing down a sexist slur before he sends it to your phone. Spamming your phone with abusive and harmful words that were very mean.

𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕕 ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕆𝕍:

Closing the book, you put the pencil away from the table and put it inside the pencil case, "Do you understand, Shibuya-san?"You ask the student in front of you. The boy groaned, slamming his head "No.....I told you math is too hard for me," he mutters. Rolling your eyes playfully, you put the book away, "It's okay, just study the note that I gave you yesterday so you can ace the exam tomorrow," you told him, trying to cheer your best friend.

"Yeah...anyway, thank you for teaching me math, (Y/N)-san." He says, putting the book inside along with the paper.

"Y-yeah, you're welcome. Just text me when you need me to tutor you in math," you told him.

"I will! Thank you so much! See you tomorrow!" Shibuya waves his hands, leaving the classroom before you clean the classroom and taking your backpack, going home alone.

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After a long walk from school to your house, you need your boyfriend so bad to just cuddle you and lay on the bed together, enjoying each other warmth. From the distance you could see your boyfriend a smile reaching your face, you began walking up to your boyfriend to give him a hug until your hand were yanked roughly by your boyfriend, "We need to talk, now..." his voice sent a shiver to your spine.

You could sense the tense air around you and him as the two of you were walking home together and the grip on your hand were getting harder, making you flinch in pain but you didn't dare to object to your boyfriend since he looks like he is ready to murder you at any second.

Slamming the door open, Jason Silver shoves you away to the living room and slam the door really hard that you can hear a crack from it. Backing away, you were scared of this sudden situation because you had never seen him this angry at you. Sure, he may shout at you a lot but he would make it up later by hugging you and saying how sorry he was for scaring you.

"So, you had fun with another guy when I'm not with you?... You were cheating on me from behind my back?" Jason saunters over you, scaring you with his huge height.

"W-what? B-but I never cheated on you-" You were cut off by him.

"BITCH! DON'T FUCKING LIE TK ME! I SAW YOU HANGING OUT WITH ANOTHER GUY! MY TEAMMATE TOLD ME YOU WERE CHEATING WITH ANOTHER GUY!"

"W-what do you mean? I didn't hang out with anyone besides my friend" you tried to defend yourself.

A burning pain surged on your cheeks, and your eyes widened because Jason never slapped you before until now. Tears began brimming in the corner of your eyes. "EXPLAIN THIS!" He shouted, shoving the screen of a picture of you teaching Shibuya, your best friend math.

"......." You were speechless.

"WELL?!" He shouts.

"I didn't cheat......I was just teaching my best friend Geometry," you shove the book and the notes as the proof of your innocence.

"....Shit- Babe. I'm sorry," he tried to apologize.

"No...p-please...i-i need some space....i'm so sorry b-but...you hurt me. I-i forgive you but we cannot talk for now...i-it's the best if we stay out with each other for a moment..." You stand up, dusting yourself away and leaving Jason who immediately screamed in anger once you leave him for good, slamming any breakable objects to the ground.

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