animanga: kuroko no basket

anonymous asked:

if its not too much trouble, could i ask for a scenario where haizaki hits on kagami's female s/o (kinda like how he did with alex) and kagami gets angry, jealous etc and finds a way to deal with the situation ? :3 ty!!

First of all, I am SO SO sorry about the delay of this.  I did indeed leave it at work, and then I was sick yesterday and so didn’t go to work.  I hope you enjoy!  <3 <3 to all my patient lovelies.

Kagami Taiga

You had absolutely no idea what to do about this. You’d never really been in this kind of position.  Guys had confessed to you, of course, but this was something completely different. This was aggressive and more than a little threatening and you felt, more than anything, uncomfortable.

“What do you think, babe?  I can already tell we’d get along so well.  Why don’t you come with me?” The boy standing over you leered, a predatory smirk on his face.

Even though he was technically asking for your thoughts, you could tell he didn’t give a shit about what you actually thought or wanted.  His eyes were cold and dark and completely self-indulgent.  It was obvious you were a game to him, which was what made you the most uncomfortable.  “Um… I don’t think so,” you state, frowning and trying to pack up as much as possible, which was really hard considering he had you backed up against a wall.

You wished Taiga would show up, because maybe this guy would get the message if your large boyfriend was around.  Of course, just looking at him, maybe not.  He didn’t seem like the type that cared one bit about anyone else but himself and his own fun.

“Ah, that’s no fun,” the boy drawled, not even bothered by your refusal.  He leaned even closer, lips just barely not-touching your cheek as he moved to whisper in your ear.  “I’ll make you feel really good~”

This had you flushing, mostly in horror, but you’d be lying if there wasn’t some awareness as well.  He smelled pretty good, and he was just so big and male. “Er-”

“What the hell!”

That was the only warning you got that your boyfriend arrived, because a second later, the boy in front of her was being thrown off. Kagami threw his weight at the other boy, having just enough strength to dislodge the hold without hurting you.

You didn’t need two glances to see that your boyfriend was seething.  You were pretty sure you’d never actually seen him as angry as he was at that moment and it was a little frightening.  He didn’t look at you so you couldn’t tell if he was mad at you as well.  The anxiety had you reaching out, your fingers skimming down the inside of his forearm.  Even toughing him made you feel better.

He reacted immediately, the arm you touched lifted and scooped you away from the wall and into his side.  The whole time his eyes never left the boy a few feet away, who had recovered and was staring back with glowing eyes that spoke of oncoming pain. “Haizaki,” Kagami spat, glowering. “Keep your damn hands to yourself.”

“Oya, this bitch is yours?” Haizaki returned, voice indolent but dangerous.  “Never understood getting your ass beaten over some pussy, but then, you are a fucking idiot.”  His hands came up and he cracked his knuckles meaningfully.

Kagami bristled at the insult, not to himself, of course, but to you.  He took a step forward, leaving you to meet the challenge head on. “You bastard-”

Haizaki’s face stretched into a macabre form of a grin. There was violence in his entire being and you’re heart caught in your throat.  Not that you didn’t think Taiga was strong and all that, but he wasn’t savage and you suspected this Haizaki was just that.  Thus, you didn’t even really think about it, you just did, throwing yourself between the two boys, your back facing your boyfriend and your front facing the other boy.

You glared fiercely.  “That’s enough.  I’m not interested in you, so leave.” She stated, voice firm.

Haizaki immediately pulled up and back, catching himself before he could complete his swing.  He stared at you, eyes narrow and assessing.  You endured his attention, endured the way his eyes dragged down your body like he owned it.  Finally, however, his eyes closed and tongue clicked.  “Tche, saved by your girl, how pitiful,” he said, tone suddenly bored.  “Kinda makes me want her more though.”  The smile he sent you was neither nice nor pleasant and you took a step back until you felt Kagami’s big body behind you.

Haizaki spun abruptly and walked away, throwing over his shoulder, “Better watch yourself.”

You deflated as soon as he was gone.  Silence stretched over you and you wondered if was when he started yelling at you.  “…Are you mad at me?”

Kagami blinked.  He’d been too busy murdering Haizaki in his mind to realize he forgot to say anything.  “Why would I be mad at you?” He asked, confused.  Reaching for you, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you back against him for real.

The back of your head touched his chest as you tipped it back to try to see him better.  “Because he was all over me and I wasn’t pushing him away.”

Kagami sighed, blushing a little as he leaned to press a kiss to your forehead.  “Haizaki is a dangerous bastard, you did the right thing by not provoking him.  Don’t worry about it.”

Your instincts proved correct and you were suddenly glad you hadn’t tried to fight him. “Anyway, let’s forget him.  I’m hungry!”

Grinning, your big boyfriend took you by the hand and together walked away.

anonymous asked:

Can I ask GoM+Takao+Kasamatsu being overly protective of their girl bestfriend? No romantic feelings, just pure platonic friendship. Thank you, I really like your writing style ^^

Hi dear! Sorry if it took me so long! I’m so happy you like it <3 Anyway, I hope you’ll like it because I was a bit at loss as what to write. I tried to write different settings and situations to not bore you and give a friendly and warm feeling to all of them. Let me know if you liked it!

Have a nice day!

The GoM, Takao, Kasamatsu & Reader, Over-Protective Best- Friends Scenarios


Aomine Daiki

“Aomine?” you called as you recognized the silhouette leaning against the fence of the school. You had just finished the activities with your club and felt dead on your feet. The sky was already dark and nobody was around, except for you and him.

“Yo,” the boy replied, putting away his phone and waiting for you to reach him, “Let’s go.” He started moving without waiting, his basketball bag bouncing against his back.

You walked beside him, a furrow creasing your forehead. “Why are you here?”

“Nice to see you too.”

“I’m happy to see you Aomine. Is everything alright? Yes? Good. Now, why are you here?”

“Practice,” he replied rolling his eyes at your antics, stretching his arms with a yawn.

You lifted an eyebrow.

“You don’t finish this late.”

“I-” he tried to argue, but you interrupted him with a jab in the stomach.

“You never do, actually. Not today, not yesterday nor the day before,” you scolded him and he glared back, massaging the sour spot you’ve hit.

“So?” He grumbled, averting his eyes first.

“Are you waiting for me?” you asked bluntly.

A beat of silence.

“So?” he muttered under his breath, hiding his fists in the pockets.

You groaned.

“Aomine! You’ve been waiting for me two hours every day for an entire week! You should go home and rest!” You stopped abruptly, poking angrily at his chest.

He still refused to look at you, cheeks red, but now you could see he was wearing his annoyed-but-stubborn expression.

“And I’ll do it until your stupid club return having normal hours.” He stated firmly.

“It’s still two weeks until the festival!”

“I know,” Aomine finally met your gaze, “But I won’t let you go home at night alone, you dumbass,” he growled before flicking your forehead and resuming walking. “You wouldn’t be able to fend for yourself to save your life…” he muttered, incredulous at your carefree attitude.

“Geez!” you ran to his side again, fighting back a smile, “You’re such a softie, Aho.”

“Shut up, dumbass.” But his voice had no bite and you could hear the half-smile on his lips.

Kise Ryouta

“Kise, what’s that?” you asked, pointing at the bruise on his wrist.

The blond waved his hand nonchalantly, wearing his usual bright smile, and kept drinking his strawberry milkshake.

“No-thing!” he chirped as he noticed you were still waiting for a proper answer.

You frowned, lips pulled into a thin line, and crossed your arms.

“That’s not what the rumors say,” you sharply objected and for a second Kise’s eyes widened in surprise, but he then relaxed again showing a Cheshire-like grin.

“Do the rumors say my Perfect Copy works with judo too?” he asked innocently, batting his eyelashes.

You groaned, hiding your face in the crook of your arms.

“Kise! I can’t believe you resorted to violence! What if you got injured?” You perked up to shoot him a glare, but he was still smiling.

“Yeah, he didn’t believe it too, you should have seen his face!” The idiot was even proud of it.

You rubbed your eyes, feeling exasperated.

“Please, Ryouta. Don’t do dangerous shit like this, you are both a model and a player. Don’t.”

The blond shrugged again but turned more serious as he realized you were seriously worried.

“I can’t promise, he shouldn’t have said shit about you,” he commented sharply, but the coldness in his eyes didn’t affect his hand as he grabbed yours.

You sighed, smiling defeated. You already knew it was because of that, yet you still worried about him.
“So, you really, really won’t promise?” you begged, trying your best puppy-look, but Kise was already used to it and burst into a warm laughter.

“No one can speak bad of my best friend and go unpunished,” He hummed satisfied, “But don’t worry, I’m passing every day at the judo’s club to pick up useful techniques!”

Oh shit.

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