anonymous asked:

Um if you're still accepting requests to write in Further Stories in Designation: Miracle (Volume Two), can I ask for the miracles discovering their favourite food/s and their reactions to it? And how the miracle's boyfriends find out? (If you want of course)

Black first discovers the vanilla milkshake while he’s on a mission for Teiko.

He did a lot of things while he was Out—things that the others don’t know about, things that he would be punished severely for if anyone found out. But the nice thing about his Latent Overflow was that as long as he wasn’t doing anything that drew too much attention, no one would notice, even if he wasn’t using his powers. He could quietly read a book in the off-hours of a mission with everyone else none the wiser.

The vanilla milkshake was perfect because it didn’t draw attention. (Only later, he will hear the association of “vanilla” with “boring” and he’ll think, ah, that’s why it was so perfect.) He found that he could drink one and no one would see and he liked it a lot. It was sweet. Nothing was ever sweet in Teiko.

And even though he shouldn’t risk punishment for such a small thing, he still risked anyway.

(Kuroko can eat anything now, without fear of drawing attention to himself. But he still prefers vanilla, because of what he risked).


Unbeknownst to everyone, Green also tries canned red bean soup first when he was on a mission.

It was the single most reckless, disobedient thing he ever did. To this day, he is still slightly appalled at his own rebellion. But he’d been so curious by the machine, and he’d found the money by chance, so he couldn’t resist pushing the button to see what would happen.

It was a warm day when he tried it, and it was warm in his throat. He drank it quickly so no one would see him, and he never attempted such a thing ever again.

(But it was one of the first things he wanted to eat, once they were free. Midorima never explains why to anyone).


Purple discovers candy almost immediately after being brought in by the JSDF.

There was still a lot of panic and confusion going around—none of the soldiers quite seemed to know what to do with the children they had found, and all of them seemed a little wary around Purple. This wasn’t anything Purple felt like he needed to be concerned about—now that no one was shooting at him he didn’t really care what was happening. Red would handle everything.

“I’m hungry,” he announced, because he was usually always hungry. It was a bit surprising when one of the soldiers handed him a nerunerunerune candy, only because he wasn’t used to anyone listening to him when he had that complaint.

“Hey,” he said, surprised by the taste. He was surprised by everything about it: how colorful it was, how complicated it was, how it didn’t even look like something you could eat but he put it in his mouth anyway. He almost spat it out, thinking it couldn’t possibly be food, but it wasn’t unpleasant so he didn’t. “What is this?”

“Candy?” the soldier said.

“So not food?”

“No, it’s food. I mean, you eat it.”

“But it doesn’t taste like food. It tastes good.”

“Food Outside has flavor, Purple,” Black said quietly at his side. The soldiers hadn’t quite noticed Black yet, and probably didn’t hear him, but Purple leaned in to listen. “It’s not supposed to be bland. It comes in a lot of different flavors.”

“Huh,” Purple said, thinking this over. “Then I want to try everything.”

(Murasakibara doesn’t have a favorite flavor, not really. Anything new is good. But that first time changed everything and candy will always stand out.)


Pink enjoys cherries because of the memory, and also because of her skill.

Sakurai Michiru found her one day, off to the side and trying to hide her resentment and her pouting. “They’re not teaching you how to play basketball?!” the woman exclaimed once she heard about the problem. “Those sexist fuckers, I’m going to pound some sense into them—”

“That’s not it,” Pink said quickly, “They explained the rules, but everyone had to go easy on me because I’m not as strong as them. They didn’t say that, but I could tell. The boys weren’t going to have fun if I kept playing, so…” She didn’t know how to explain that she didn’t want to compete in a realm where she didn’t have a chance, so she didn’t finish her thought.

Michiru must have figured it out anyway. She disappeared and came back with a big bowl of cherries. She sat down next to Pink and plopped the bowl down between them and said, “OK, kiddo, I’m going to teach you an important life skill right now. Something that will be incredibly useful to you later on in life, and it will also make everyone wild with jealousy because not a lot of people can master it.”

“Really?” Pink asked. “That’s probably not true. Besides computers, there’s not much I can do that the boys can’t.”

“Oh ho, that’s the beauty of this trick, even if the boys could learn it, it’s nowhere near as effective unless it’s done by a pretty girl.”

“That sounds amazing! What it is?”

(Momoi likes the memory of the afternoon they spent working their way through the bowl more than anything else.

But, she has to admit, being able to tie a knot in a cherry stem with her tongue does happen to be a skill she’s quite proud to show off. It’s definitely one of the most useful things she’s ever learned.)


Blue likes teriyaki hamburger because he genuinely likes the taste best.

Imayoshi Sayuri more or less forcibly dragged him to a restaurant near base (one of her attempts to normalize him to society) and said he should find something he liked.

“Then I’m going to order everything on the menu,” he snarled.

“Fine,” she said, calling his bluff.

Convinced she was bluffing, he actually went ahead and ordered everything. When she didn’t stop him he demanded, “How exactly are you paying for all this, hag?”

“I’m not, Sergeant Kasamatsu is. I took one of his credit cards.”

“He’s OK with that?”

“That guy always seems to have money, so it’s fine. I think he has a sugar daddy or something.”

Blue didn’t know what that meant, but it sounded appealing at the time.

He made a point of taking at least one bite out of everything that came. And the teriyaki burger was the best.

(Aomine still likes it best, but mostly he just remembers that day as being fun. Sometimes he still wants to go into a restaurant and order everything on the menu. He knows what a sugar daddy is now, though, and it’s no longer appealing, but he does hope that one day Momoi gets really rich.)


In a strange twist, Yellow likes onion gratin soup because Kasamatsu Yukio does not.

Youji took them both out, on the grounds of “it’s not good to eat nothing but cafeteria food all the time” and Kise picked the restaurant.

It only becomes clear later that Kasamatsu didn’t really like Western food all that much. He had apparently picked the onion gratin as the most innocuous option, but he took one bite and frowned around his food.

“You don’t like it?” Kise asked.

Kasamatsu popped the spoon out. “I’ll eat it. I hate wasting food.” He took another bite and grimaced.

“I’ll eat it,” Kise said, taking Kasamatsu’s spoon right from his hand, and using it to try Kasamatsu’s food.

“You had your own spo—oh, never mind,” Youji said.

“I like it!” Kise said, his eyes never leaving Kasamatsu.

“Oh, good. Thanks,” Kasamatsu said, staring back. They’re sitting so close to one another, Kise leaning in, one hand just casually, carefully, touching Kasamatsu’s arm, Kasamatsu’s spoon still in Kise’s mouth, and Kise thought it was a little bit like kissing, the way they were looking at each other.

“I’m still here,” Youji said.

“What?” Kasamatsu said, breaking away from Kise.

“Nevermind,” Youji said, rolling his eyes.

(It’s still Kise’s favorite, and it’s funny to him because of how much Kasamatsu doesn’t like the dish. But it still tastes a little bit like a kiss to him.)


“I’m sorry it’s so plain,” Furihata says quickly. “It’s the only thing I know how to cook. I know you’re probably used to fancier things—”

“Not at all, Furi. Tofu soup is actually my favorite food,” Akashi reassures.

“Really?” Furihata says, brightening.

“Yes,” Akashi says, taking a pleased sip. Red had never seen the point of a favorite food. So Akashi can say with perfect honesty that tofu soup is his favorite, because he knows it will be, from now on.

A/N: Thank you for the prompt, anon-friend! I am sorry I could only do the first part of it. Otherwise it would have been a little too impossibly long. But I had a lot of fun so I hope you enjoy! =D

anonymous asked:


You first hear about Murasakibara through his game as the school’s ace player on the basketball team, but it’s the rumours that he always carried snacks on him that ultimately piped your interest. The first time you ever approach him, it’s because he’s just pulled out a packet of sweets and you couldn’t just stand back and not offer to share your pocky with him in exchange for a share of his Nerunerunerune candy. 

It soon becomes a regular thing - you wait for him until his basketball practise finishes in the evenings with snacks to share, and in return he pats you on the top of your head and walks you home out of gratitude. 

Two weeks later, Murasakibara has Himuro deliver a note to you after practice that says ‘dinner tonight - not snacks’. Unfortunately, he’s never really been great at expressing himself with words, and you accidentally mistake his offer of a date for an apology, along with the reason as to why he couldn’t spend time with you this evening. 

When Himuro explains what Murasakibara really meant in his note, you rush back in search of him, and find him still in the locker room, sitting slumped over on a bench with a lollipop in his mouth. 

“You’re so bad with words, Atsushi-kun.”

“____-chin…” He doesn’t look you in the eye. He looks nervous

“Okay, so where are you taking me to dinner tonight?” You ask with a grin, “Since we’re not allowed to eat snacks.”

The lollipop almost drops out from his mouth, and he pulls it out himself before throwing aside the stick. “I didn’t mean…” He breaks off, before trying again. “…I was only joking,” He mumbles, “I’ll take you wherever you want…”

“Okay.” Making your way over to him, you bravely move in between his open knees, reaching out to brace your hands on his shoulders and he instinctively drops his palms to place them on your hips.

“Ne, ____-chin…?” He asks, before he’s pulling you into his lap and kissing you - a shockingly fierce, brutal kind of kiss, considering how shy and nervous he has seemed up to this point. You find yourself wrapping your arms around his neck without really thinking about it, whimpering in an embarrassingly yearning way when Murasakibara slides his hand up, grabbing you by the waist to yank you closer against him. 

He’s breathing heavily, almost panting, when he pulls away. “…go on a date with me?”

Help I have an addictioooon! I wasn’t expecting this package til Wed/Thur so I was really surprised that it arrived on Saturday. At least I assume so since they don’t deliver on Sunday. Why is that the one time the shipping places decide to really step up their game is when I’m 8 hours away from home?? My poor package was left on my porch to bake in the super hot and humid air for a full day and night ;A; I ate a few things since I took this pic yesterday though and nothing seemed too affected.. 

anonymous asked:

you mean now? Then may I ask gom + imayoshi as teacher? Thanks!


  • That one teacher who gives a shit ton of homework; no joke. You think it’s winter break? HA! Guess again. Here have all these readings and essays.
  • Although he comes off as very intimidating, he’s actually very helpful when it comes to office hours. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask him because he’d definitely explain it in the best way possible. However, it’s also been said that you shouldn’t ask him stupid questions because… well…
  • Jobs: Chemistry teacher & vice principal


  • That one teacher who’s thirty minutes late to class; He spends way too much time napping on the roof and getting yelled at by everyone else, but he really doesn’t care.
  • When it comes to teaching itself, most of the girls would be busy whispering about how hot he is, pissing off the others in the class. He’d be a pretty bad teacher because he doesn’t explain things very well. Exhibit A: Teaching Kuroko how to shoot. But he’s quite knowledgeable about other life subjects.
  • Job: Japanese history teacher & basketball team assisting coach


  • That one teacher who intimidates everyone without saying a single thing; You’d know it’s Imayoshi’s class if it were quiet. He’d enter and say nothing until the class quiets down.
  • Imayoshi’s a relatively well respected teacher and, despite his scary appearance, he actually gathered quite a fan base both with guys who admire his manliness (his past juniors would laugh at this) and girls who think he’s hot and dangerous. But, if you try confessing to him, expect an extremely vague reply because he absolutely loves making them confused.
  • Jobs: Mathematics coach & basketball team coach


  • That one teacher who’s greeted by screams whenever he enters the classroom; He absolutely enjoys it and basks in the glory and fame of it all.
  • With all the students throwing gifts and confession letters at him, it wouldn’t be surprising that rumors would soon arise amongst the students and teachers. However, Kise pays that no mind and instead focuses on his classes (and also giving people tips on how to woo their partners).
  • Jobs: Teaches English & love (not even kidding), but also home economics (only for fashion, not cooking)


  • That one teacher who nobody notices but is the nicest; He’s the teacher who everyone says hello to when they pass by him in the halls.
  • Because of his height an friendly nature, students feel so comfortable around him. It’s no surprise when even the shyer students warm up to him almost instantly, only to be scared away again whenever they see Aomine around him.
  • Jobs: Literature teacher & guidance counselor


  • That one teacher who everyone stares at oddly; It wasn’t only his height that drew attention, but it was also the weird items he brought in everyday.
  • “M-Midorima-sensei, will you accept these chocolates as a token of appreciation?” This happened every Valentine’s Day and Midorima had grown tired of it. He gets chocolates from his students too often as a ‘thanks’ but he didn’t believe in receiving gifts from students as it would be inappropriate. In the end, they’d end up crying because they were being genuinely nice. “W-Wait, I’m sorry. I’m sorry! You can give it to Murasakibara instead!”
  • Jobs: Biology and music teacher


  • That one teacher who is never there during office hours; No matter what time you come to find him, you’ll never find him in the office. Instead, try the cafeteria, the vending machines, or the mini mart across the street.
  • As obsessed as he is with food, he can’t be bribed too easily. Many students have tried and failed. Not too many though since most are scared of his height and the fact that he glared at anyone who even glanced at his food. “You think you can get on my good side just by giving me—“ “It’s a special edition Nerunerunerune candy.” “I’ll give you a 1% raise, no more than that.”
  • Jobs: Physics teacher & health committee supervisor (ha ha)

draceempressa  asked:

Imagine a set of minigames... Rikkai VS Teikou. A battle against two victory-crazed school. Yukimura vs Akashi, Sanada vs Nijimura, Yanagi vs Momoi, Niou vs Haizaki, Yagyuu vs Midorima, Akaya vs Aomine, and either Marui or Jackal against Murasakibara. The games are up to you! :D


1. Yukimura vs. Akashi 

Akashi: You dare go against me? I admire your audacity but I gotta warn you tho, nothing gets past these eyes.
Yukimura: Chill dude, I’m not called the Child of God for nothing. Your eyes are not a threat to me. 
Akashi: Oh? Then shall we test it out?
Yukimura: Hell yes. I’m going to coach a newbie tennis team and you’re gonna coach a newbie basketball team. First one to bring his team to the nationals wins. What do you say?
Akashi: My thoughts exactly.
Referee: Is that seriously your idea of a mini-game? That’s like a koshien-level kind of thing!
Yukimura: We’re too good for anything but the nationals.
Akashi: It’s either the nationals or we die.

2. Sanada vs. Nijimura

Sanada: I am the emperor. My words are absolute. Everything submits to my will. Everything trembles at the mention of my name. 
Nijimura: LOL Funny story dude but you know there’s this violent and ruthless underclassman of mine who once faked his illness just to skip practice. And well, I guess I don’t have to tell you what happened next.
Sanada: Are you challenging my authority ?
Nijimura: If the shoe fits, then wear it.
Sanada: Interesting. See that group of thugs over there? Shall we see who between us can straighten them out without breaking a sweat?
Nijimura: Piece of cake. I’m in. 
Referee: Okay, this is getting crazier by the second.

3. Yanagi vs. Momoi

Yanagi: A good data collector needs to have an eye for even the most minute details. I don’t think I’ll ever lose to anyone when it comes to that.
Momoi: Heh? Big words, wise guy. But you know, just you being a guy already means that I win this thing. 
Yanagi: How so? What does me being a guy have to do with this?
Momoi: You see, we females have this thing called a woman’s intuition. And that makes us better observers and predictors than men.
Yanagi: Rubbish. That’s just nothing but a myth. What makes you think that women’s intuition is far superior than men’s intuition?
Momoi: Because I just have this gut feeling that you’re into girls who are calculating and well, my woman’s intuition is telling me that I’m that kind of girl.
Yanagi: *blushes*
Referee: I don’t really know what just happened but I’m guessing we already have a winner here?

4.  Niou vs Haizaki 

Niou: When it comes to copying, I’m the man. No one can beat me. I’m known as the Con Artist Of The Courts and I live up to that name. 
Haizaki: Well, that’s nice and all dude but that’s nothing compared to what I can do. You see, I just don’t copy moves. I steal them and make them my own. And once they’re mine, no one can use them again but only me. I’m not just some cheap imitation.
Niou: Well, your ability may not be some cheap imitation but your hair sure looks like a cheap imitation of mine.
Haizaki: What the fuck did you just say dude? 
Referee: Why do I sense an inevitable butthurt change of hairstyle after this?

5.  Yagyuu vs Midorima

Yagyuu: I can’t believe someone who wears glasses could be so senseless and naive as to believe in childish and immature things like horoscopes. Glasses are supposed to be the symbols of intelligence and rationality.
Midorima: And I can’t believe someone who wears glasses could be so ignorant as to not realize the value and importance of of horoscopes. I guess you need more than four eyes to be able to see the truth. 
Yagyuu: You have tainted the reputation of every glasses-wearing individual in the planet. You need to be ashamed of your uncultured self.
Midorima: Bad luck befalls people who make fun of the stars. Don’t say I didn’t warn you when you find yourself in a situation worse than death. And stop sounding like you’re the authority when it comes to glasses because obviously you’re not.
Yagyuu: But I am. Do you want proof? Then why don’t we have a contest to see who wears glasses better?
Midorima: Fair enough. Oha Asa predicted that Cancer has the best luck today and I’ve brought my lucky item. I wont lose.
Referee: I think that two of your are totally missing the point of this match-up.

6. Akaya vs. Aomine

Aomine: I’m the strongest. The only one who can beat me is me. 
Akaya: Oh really? Then I have some bad news for you dude. The man who will beat you has finally arrived. 
Aomine: Oh yeah? Then tell me. Are you me? If you’re not me, then you can’t beat me because the only one who can beat me is me.
Akaya: What?
Aomine: What?
Referee: What?

7. Marui vs. Murasakibara

Murasakibara: I can’t believe you chew bubble gum all the time Maruichin. And I was so happy when I found out that you also like to eat sweets. I thought I’ve found a comrade but I was mistaken. 
Marui: I love everything sweet but bubble gum is the greatest. How can you not fall in love with bubble gum? It seems so amazing and tempting to chew something which you can never swallow. It’s like a whole new world.
Murasakibara: Nerunerunerune candy is the best and you can’t convince me otherwise. Our friendship was good while it lasted but I really can’t be friends with you anymore.
Marui: Well, the feeling has now become mutual and I’ll prove to you how bubblegum is better. Why don’t we conduct a survey with all the people here and decide this once and for all. Wanna bet?
Murasakibara: Of course I will. I have faith in nerunerunerune candy.
Referee: Does that survey come with free samples?

Please do forgive me dearest @draceempressa if this isn’t the kind of thing you imagined it to be but it’s the first thing that came to my mind when I read your scenario. 

Submission is open! Send in your sports anime crossover incorrect quotes and headcanons.

Why The Generation of Miracles Are in Detention


He apparently started to use his supermodel charms to get answers for upcoming tests. This worked out fine for him on younger teachers but, he was finally busted when he was trying this on his 67 year old algebra teacher.

Kise: In my defence she seemed to be the hardest for me to work over. I mean, I put on old spice and skinny jeans what more do you want?


He got caught reading porn magazines. Which wouldn’t be so bad if he wasn’t reading them during English class.

Aomine: What’s the big deal? The teacher said it was free read time, meaning I could read anything I wanted. And those magazines do have words. Really tiny  and few words underneath the pictures of naked women. But, still words!


He was going to take a world history test however, the teacher said his jack-in-the-box lucky idea was distracting other kids and then he tried to take it. But Midorima wouldn’t give it up and it resulted in a struggle which ended when Midorima punched the teacher.

Midorima:  I’m not all that surprised I’m in detention. Oha Asa said it would be an unlucky day for Cancer


At the school vending machine Murasakibara payed for a box of nerunerunerune candy. But, it got stuck against the glass and he freaked out. Taking the vending machine and smashing open.

Murasakibara: Let it be known, if you get in the way of me and my nerunerunerune I will crush you.


He tried to kill someone with scissors. On campus.

Akashi: Really I’m disappointed in myself. I should have gone for the jugular. 


He was marked with constant absences from class. Even though he was there the whole time.

Kuroko: We sorted the whole mess out but, really I didn’t mind detention. It was quiet, peaceful, and everyone was doing their school work.

anonymous asked:

grats on 100! :3 you deserved it (and more!). could you please do GoM + teppei attempting to buy pads and tampons for their gfs who are stuck in bed with the cramps (and very grumpy) :D

Thank you so much~ I am sorry it took long, but here it is, I hope you will like it ^^

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Tatsuya and Atsushi’s awkward reunion

“Hello, Mom? I’ve landed at the airport. I’m waiting to get my luggage now.”

“Oh, Tatsuya! How was your flight? When are you going to get home?”

Tatsuya moved his phone to his other ear as he adjusted his backpack’s strap. “It wasn’t the most comfortable, but not too bad. I’ll probably be there in a few more hours.”

An excited sound from the other side. “That’s great! What do you want to eat for dinner, dear?”

Tatsuya hummed as he thought, still trying to find his luggage among other people’s. “I don’t know. I haven’t eaten your cooking in years, so I’ll let you surprise me. Oh, how’s our neighbor?”

“The Murasakibara family? They’ve been great. You used to play with their son a lot, right? You won’t believe how tall he’s gotten! He’s really grown up!”

Tatsuya laughed. “Is that so? I have grown up too, you know.” He finally spotted his luggage and started hurrying there. “Gotta go now, I’ll talk to you later, Mom!” he said quickly before hanging up.

After pushing and elbowing his way through the crowd two times, Tatsuya finally took hold of his luggage. He adjusted his red scarf around his neck and was about to leave when someone called out rather loudly. “Hey, guy with red scarf over there! That’s my luggage!”

Tatsuya turned, a slight frown creasing his forehead, and tried to find the one who’d said that. He didn’t really have to look hard.

This guy is huge, Tatsuya thought as he blinked up at the man standing in front of him. How exactly had he missed someone so tall? If his height wasn’t enough to catch his attention, surely his purple hair would’ve done the job, yet magically, Tatsuya hadn’t noticed him at all while really, he should’ve spotted him from miles away.

When did he get so close?

“Is this yours?” That man held up what looked a lot like Tatsuya’s luggage, but it can’t be because Tatsuya was holding it, so Tatsuya raised the luggage in his hand to eye-level…

… and noticed the weird lollipop-shaped thing hanging from one of the straps.

Definitely not his luggage.

“Uh. Yeah, that’s mine. This must be yours.” Tatsuya awkwardly held out that guy’s luggage. He must’ve been daydreaming or something when grabbing this thing.

That guy took his luggage and gave Tatsuya his. “Thanks,” he said shortly before promptly strutting off.

Tatsuya checked the luggage he was given to check that it was his. Thankfully, this time he’s not mistaken. He sighed and started walking. Now he has to catch the bus.

That huge guy is riding on the same bus as Tatsuya.

Once again, how had he missed someone so big? He had seen the guy before and he’s huge with purple hair so how had Tatsuya not noticed him when getting on the bus?

Oh well. It’s got nothing to do with him. That guy’s sitting a few rows behind Tatsuya, so it’s not like they had to talk or anything. Now, if only that guy would stop staring at the back of Tatsuya’s head…

Tatsuya yawned. Traveling from America to Japan is exhausting, especially if you can’t sleep on the plane. Sleeping on buses is easier, though, so Tatsuya should be able to catch a few hours of sleep.

“Tatsuya, you’re back!”

Tatsuya laughed as his mother pounced on him. “Nice to see you, Mom.” He patted her back gently.

She pulled back, grinning widely. “My, you’ve grown! Not as much as the Murasakibara boy, but you’ve grown!”

Tatsuya’s father stood behind his mother with a large smile of his own. “Welcome back, Tatsuya. Don’t worry, you’re plenty tall enough. If you get any taller, your mother and I might break our necks just from trying to look at you.”

Tatsuya smiled, taking in his parents’ appearance. The graying strands of hair among black, the increasing lines on their faces… The past ten years had really happened. Tatsuya had grown up and his parents had aged.

Sometimes Tatsuya still couldn’t believe that he had gone to study abroad so early in his life. He’d missed ten years of life that could’ve been spent with his parents.

“Sorry for not coming to see you in the last ten years, Mom, Dad,” Tatsuya said softly.

Mother smiled. She patted his arm. “You’ve returned, Tatsuya. That’s the only thing that matters.”

“Aren’t you going to see the Murasakibara boy, Tatsuya? You used to be such close friends,” Mother said from the kitchen as she cooked their dinner.

Tatsuya stretched on the couch. “I don’t know. We haven’t seen each other in ten years, does Atsushi even still remember me?” He grunted when he felt the joints on his back pop.

“You won’t know if you don’t try, right?” Father said as he read on his armchair. He used to sit there all the time back then, Tatsuya remembered.

Tatsuya’s forehead creased slightly. “Randomly showing up after ten years without news is weird. What am I supposed to even say to him? I have no idea what he’s like now. Heck, I don’t even know what he looks like now.”

“He still likes sweets,” Mother said, “You should get him something. Maybe that Neruneru thing he used to eat all the time?”

“It’s Nerunerunerune,” Tatsuya corrected, “And I don’t think he still likes that.”

“You won’t know if you don’t try,” Father said again. “Now go get him that thing and find him.”

Tatsuya found himself standing in front of their neighbor’s door about half an hour later with a plastic bag full of candies. After shuffling around nervously for a few minutes, he finally raised his hand to knock on the door.

Heavy footsteps sounded through the door. Tatsuya started fidgeting again. His parents had told him to come here, but he had no idea what he was supposed to say when he meets anyone from the Murasakibara family. Before he could make up his mind about running off, though, the door had opened to a looming figure. “Who is it?”

Tatsuya blinked. Hey, he’d heard that voice before. He slowly looked up, eyes widening.

Standing in the doorway is the huge purple-haired guy from the airport. His hair was disheveled and sticking up haphazardly. He was wearing a huge shirt, which looked really wrinkled. He blinked down at Tatsuya slowly, forehead creasing. “You look familiar.”

Tatsuya’s mind reeled as he tried to put a name on this guy. He can’t be Atsushi’s father, because he’s too young (Tatsuya didn’t remember Mr. Murasakibara being so tall anyways). Atsushi only has sisters, so it can’t be his brother. He also recalled that Atsushi’s uncles and aunts aren’t married, so it couldn’t be his cousin.

It can’t be Atsushi, right? No way, no way…

“The Murasakibara family? They’ve been great. You used to play with their son a lot, right? You won’t believe how tall he’s gotten! He’s really grown up!”

Tatsuya looked up into the half-lidded eyes still watching him intently. “You’re… Atsushi?”

The crease in between his brows deepened, then finally his eyes widened in recognition. “Muro…chin?”

“Muro-chin, wait for me!”

Tatsuya laughed as he kept running ahead. “You’re slow, Atsushi! You’re never going to catch me at this rate!”

Atsushi whined as he ran. “Slow down a little!”

Tatsuya looked over his shoulder. “If you can catch up to me before we get to the store, I’ll buy you all the sweets you want!”

That seemed to motivate Atsushi, because his eyes lit up instantly. “I want Nerunerunerune!” he yelled, somehow finding the strength to speed up. In a few minutes, he had caught up to Tatsuya and was soon running ahead.

They both heaved for breath when they finally stopped in front of the convenience store near their house. Tatsuya started laughing soon after. “So you can only be motivated by sweets, huh?”

Atsushi smiled, just a little bit. “I want Nerunerunerune,” he repeated, sounding more triumphant than he should be.

Tatsuya smiled. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s get your candy now, Atsushi.”

Tatsuya blinked. “Wow. You’ve… grown up. A lot. What have your parents been feeding you?”

Atsushi’s eyes went half-lidded again. “Sweets. Muro-chin, you’re short.”

Tatsuya laughed. “You’re just too tall, Atsushi. To think that I had once been taller than you…”

Atsushi just stared. Tatsuya scratched the back of his neck. This is awkward. Then, “Where have you been, Muro-chin?”

Tatsuya looked up. Atsushi’s expression was unreadable, so he turned away. “I went to study abroad. Sorry I didn’t tell you back then, I had no idea what to say.”

“You could’ve at least kept in touch with me,” Atsushi muttered. He scowled at the ground and looked so disappointed, as if Tatsuya had truly broken his heart when he left ten years ago.

Shit. This is bad. That look on Atsushi’s face was making Tatsuya feel like the biggest jerk alive. “Sorry, sorry! I’ll make it up to you, just stop making that face, alright? I’ll… We can hang out together tomorrow?”

Atsushi lit up at that, just slightly. “Really?”

Tatsuya smiled, relieved that he’d erased that broken look from Atsushi’s face. “Of course. Tomorrow at ten? Morning, of course, just like the old times.”

The corners of Atsushi’s lips curled up slightly, barely enough to be called a smile. “Okay.”

“Hey, Atsushi. What’s Nerunerunerune like?”

Atsushi paused in the process scooping up the paste-like candy. “Eh? Muro-chin has never tried it?”

“No. It looks weird. How does it taste?”

Atsushi tilted his head. “It doesn’t really taste that good, but I like mixing the things,” he said with a shrug.

The corner of Tatsuya’s lips quirked up. “It seems interesting enough.”

Atsushi looked down at his candy, frowning as if in thought. Then he held it out to Tatsuya. “Muro-chin can have this.”

Tatsuya blinked at the plastic container in Atsushi’s hands. He laughed lightly. “Nah, you can have it. I’ll buy one myself if I want it.”

“Oh.” Atsushi then started eating his candy again. Tatsuya watched with a small smile at Atsushi’s happy look.

Atsushi came over at ten o’clock sharp the next day. Tatsuya’s mother looked downright ecstatic while his father seemed happy in a calmer way.

“Muro-chin, there’s some places I want to show you, can we go out?” Atsushi then said.

Tatsuya glanced at his mother, who smiled and nodded, and turned back to Atsushi. “Of course. Let’s go.”

Atsushi smiled, small but happy, and proceeded to drag Tatsuya around the town. He showed Tatsuya many places around the town, most of them having to do with sweets. Tatsuya reveled in the way Atsushi’s eyes lit up whenever he talks about sweets and can’t help getting excited himself.

A few hours later found them sitting on a bench in a park, a pile of plastic bags on the floor beside them. Tatsuya looked at Atsushi. “We bought a lot.”

Atsushi shrugged. Tatsuya laughed. “My wallet’s empty now, but I’m happy so that’s okay,” he said again.

“We should start eating,” Atsushi said. He dug into the plastic bags and pulled out a Nerunerunerune packet.

Tatsuya raised his brows. “You still like those?”

Atsushi nodded. “They’re fun.”

Tatsuya laughed. “You used to eat them all the time. Still can’t understand why.”

“Have you tried them?” Atsushi took out a bottle from one of the bags and poured some water on the plastic container inside the Nerunerunerune packet.

“Nah. Watching is enough for me.” Tatsuya rested his chin on his hand and watched as Atsushi started mixing the powders in the sachets inside. “It looks fun, but I doubt the final result tastes good.”

“It doesn’t,” Atsushi confirmed, “But the process is fun.”

Tatsuya just smiled. He looked on as the candy started changing color. Atsushi was silent as he started eating.

“Muro-chin,” Atsushi called softly, “Today is your birthday, right?”

Tatsuya raised his brows. “You remember?”

Atsushi scoffed. “Of course I remember. Do you think my memory is that bad?”

Tatsuya couldn’t hold back his smile. “You kind of give off that impression.”

“Shut up.” Atsushi looked away. He kind of looked like a sulking kid. He scowled at his candy, then suddenly shoved it at Tatsuya. “Here. Happy birthday.”

Tatsuya blinked at the plastic container in Atsushi’s hand and recalled the same thing happening in the past. He felt a laugh bubbling up his throat and didn’t try to hold back. Atsushi looked at him, confused and just a bit offended, as Tatsuya started laughing his ass off.

Tatsuya didn’t really know how long he laughed, but when he finally calmed down, Atsushi had his back turned to him, seemingly sulking. Shit. He’s offended him.

“Oh. Atsushi, sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you, don’t get angry, okay?” Tatsuya touched Atsushi’s shoulder lightly. Atsushi didn’t move away, so Tatsuya took that as a good sign. “Heeey, Atsushi? I’m sorry.”

Atsushi didn’t budge, so Tatsuya continued. “I’m sorry, Atsushi. I wasn’t laughing at you, I was just remembering something from ten years ago. You once offered me Nerunerunerune back then, and now you’re doing the same thing, so I thought it’s really interesting.”

Slowly, Atsushi turned to glance over his shoulder at Tatsuya. “You remember?”
Tatsuya smiled. “Of course I remember. Do you think my memory is that bad?”

Atsushi pouted, turning away again. “You were still laughing.”

“Aw, come on, Atsushi! You know I didn’t mean to offend you, right?” Tatsuya nudged Atsushi’s shoulder with his own. “C’mon, don’t be angry, ‘kay?”

For a moment, Atsushi kept silent. Then he held out the almost-forgotten candy to Tatsuya. “You should try this.”

Tatsuya looked down at the shapeless paste and almost grimaced, but he managed not to so he didn’t offend Atsushi any further. “If you say so,” he said instead, and used the small spoon to scoop up some of the candy paste.

Atsushi watched intently as Tatsuya ate the thing. “How is it?” he asked. He looked too much like a child like that.

Tatsuya’s forehead creased slightly as he tried to put the taste into words. “It’s… not too bad,” he began, “but it could’ve been better.” He gave the container back to Atsushi. “You can have them.”

“But it’s your birthday present,” Atsushi half-heartedly protested, even as he stared at the candy in his hand.

Tatsuya laughed. “Nah, getting to spend the day with you is enough.”

Atsushi blushed. Tatsuya laughed.

anonymous asked:

how would gom+kuroo+oikawa react to a super motherly s/o whose cooking tastes like it came straight from the heavens, makes their fav food?

lol tbh i had to do some research about the fave food of the other people here so yeah thank you sources x x

Akashi: You were surprised as you noticed a tear drop falling from his eye, eventually making you panic. It was your first time to cook tofu soup and it made you worry because it seemed Akashi didn’t like it at all. Nervously, you approached him, asking why he was crying, immediately following the question by inquiring, “is it because of the soup I made? Did you not like it?” The redhead smiled at you softly, gentleness can be seen in his orbs, and said, “sweetheart, it just reminds me of my mother. You did nothing wrong. In fact, this is better than the tofu soups I tasted before. Thank you for making this for me.”

Aomine: He went straight to the kitchen the moment he smelled the aroma of teriyaki sauce in the air. Smirking as he saw your figure preparing something, his arms found their way around your waist before pulling you close to him. “Teriyaki burger, huh?” he whispered huskily, before taking the sandwich and jamming it in his mouth. “This is delicious,” Aomine complimented despite his mouth being full which made you glare at him, threatening him that you won’t  make one anymore. A scowl appeared on his face, whining, “oh come on babe. It’s way better than those in Maji. You got to be kidding me—ow! Okay, okay, I promise to remember my manners just don’t hit me with the frying pan!”

Kise: The blonde made a beeline from the living room to the kitchen upon the hearing the plates being set up on the dining table. He was trying his best not to disturb you while you were cooking the onion gratin soup since you threatened him that he wouldn’t be able to have some if he did so. “It smells delicious!” he chirped before snapping a picture of the serving you gave him, reminding himself to upload it on Instagram later. He swore to the heavens that he was in tears the moment he took a spoon full of the soup to his mouth. It was so delicious that he was able to finish it in a matter of seconds. “(l/n)cchi! Can I have some more! This so much better than those in restaurants! Thank you, thank you!” And before you knew it, he was already showering you with kisses.

Kuroko: You handed him a huge beer mug full of the vanilla shake you made. He looked at it in pure surprise. It was so tall that he actually needed to stand up in order to become get comfortable while drinking it. He took one sip, your eyes were glued on him with anticipation glimmering through them. That one sip became two, three, four, until he was able to finish the contents of the huge mug. Wiping the his mouth, he burped cutely and you were trying your best not to pinch your baby’s boyfriend’s cheeks. “Thank you so much, (l/n)-san. But when can you possibly make another one like that again? I really enjoyed it. The things you make in the kitchen never fail to amaze me. ”

Midorima: He had always trusted your cooking, that’s why when you gave him a bowl of the sweet red bean soup you just made, he actually didn’t hesitate to taste it. He immediately grew speechless as he felt the pleasurable burst of flavors in his mouth. He took his sweet time in savoring the taste of the masterpiece you have done. He noticed that smug smile on your face. Getting its message, he defensively said, “it’s okay.” Another sip. “Somehow better than the canned one.” Another sip. “Thank you for making this.”

Murasakibara: He was in glee, emotions were evident with that smile on his face, the moment you told him that you were making homemade candy basing on his favorite Nerunerunerune candy. After tasting the sweet treat you made, he went to his food cabinet and threw away all his candies without hesitation before coming back to you. “Ne, (l/n)chin, can you make some more of this candy? I prefer this than the ones I buy in supermarkets.”

Kuroo: He smelled the smoke coming from outside as he waited patiently for the mackerel to be done. He was really excited to eat it since it’s your first time cooking such dish but he always knew you were a master chef. “(f/n)-chan, it smells good,” he smiled, taking the knife and fork into his hands before cutting a portion of the meat and putting it into his mouth. The boy wasn’t able to erase that huge grin drawn on his face as the fish meat melted into his mouth. It was so perfect and he was trying his best not to compare it to his mom’s cooking. “…and it tastes good.”

Oikawa: He was too excited to taste the milk bread you baked that he wasn’t able to wait for it to cool down. Oikawa eventually got his hand slightly burnt as he attempted to slice it and you couldn’t help but laugh at his epic fail. When the bread has finally cooled down, he let you slice it for him, claiming that he had developed a “trauma” already. He even asked you to feed him and you were trying your best not to shove the whole loaf to his face. Finally, after the long wait, he was able to taste the pastry. “(f/n)-chan! I am in tears!” he exclaimed, somehow exaggerating a bit. “Just how did you make this?” It took him only five minutes to finish the whole loaf and before you knew it, he was already asking you to make another one.

anonymous asked:

Could I get a scenario on how the GOM would react if their s/o got turned into three year olds and they're the complete opposite of how they were as teens, so it's up to the boys to turn them back? Thanks :)

Hi dear, I hope this answers your ask!! Enjoy reading <3


Generation of Miracles
You yawned as you tumbled into Akashi’s room, jumping onto his bed with a thump.
“Sei, Sei, Sei,” you chanted, crawling onto him.
His eyes sprung open and you rolled out of the way before his reflexes came into play.
“Who are you?” he asked calmly, as though the three year old version of you was a sight he saw everyday.
“I am _____,” you pouted, standing up to pounce onto him.
He caught you with a grunt and pulled back to show a frown.
“_____ is obviously taller and…”
Your eyes narrowed as you placed your hands on his hair.
“And what?” you tugged sharply.
He let out a hiss before placing you down gently, freeing his hair from your fists.
“What has happened to change you into this?” he raised a brow, sitting down cross legged to look at you.
You shrugged.
“I don’t know. I woke up like this.”
Akashi let out a sigh as he picked you up awkwardly before striding to his computer.
“I guess we have to solve this mystery then.”
A yell woke you up from your sweet slumber and you peeked through your heavy eyelids to see Aomine scrambling backwards.
“What’s wrong?” you asked, using a small hand to rub at your eyes.
He seemed gigantic all of a sudden and you peered at his frightened face before looking down back at yourself. Within seconds, the house was filled with screams.
“Wait, this has to have a reason. I would get accused of pedophilia if they caught me in bed with you.”
“Is that all you care about?” you commented sarcastically.
His head swiveled to you before giving you a sweeping look.
“And your tits. They are gone and… oh my god,” he groaned before sinking into a chair.
You sucked in a huge breath of outrage and lunged at him, pounding at him with your little arms.
“You asshole!”
You stood on your tiptoes, struggling to reach the door as the butler waited behind you with a worried look.
“Shin-chan!” you whined, trying to jump properly.
Before you knew it, the door slid open and you fell over on your face.
“Hey!” you muttered indignantly.
“Why is there a baby at my door?” Midorima enquired, picking you up gingerly.
You glared at him and he flinched, eyes blinking furiously.
“Wait, _____?”
After a moment of revelation, both of you sat on his bed.
“What has happened?”
“I woke up in a three year old body,” you growled.
“I can see that but why is…”
“If I knew that, I would have fixed it myself,” you snapped.
Midorima let out a heavy sigh before standing up.
“Very well, I shall search the books for some answers. Perhaps you rank the lowest for Oha Asa today.”
Murasakibara chewed on his maibou impassively, gazing at you with his purple eyes.
“Mukkun, you are supposed to be helping me,” you hissed, making a grab for his umaibo.
Before he could react, you stuffed it into your mouth and chewed.
“Hey,” he yelped.
“I am a child. You should give me more sweets,” you retorted, inching closer to him to get more sweets.
He fixed you with a wounded look before taking out a nerunerunerune candy and holding it way above your reach.
“Mukkun!” you whined, settling down on the sofa with a pout.
“We have to turn you back. You don’t snatch my sweets when you are normal,” he complained before standing up and grabbing his phone.
“Akachin, something is wrong with _____-chin.”
There was a moment of chaos when Kise discovered that you had turned into a three year old and now he sat before you with an expression of incredulousness.
“So, you are telling me that you have turned into a three year old?” he asked.
You nodded.
“You have become a three year old overnight,” he stated.
You nodded again.
“You are a three year old now.”
Your jaw clenched as you nodded again.
“You were a teenager last night but now you are a three year old.”
“Are you an idiot? How many times do you want to repeat that?” you snapped, your patience breaking.
“I was just asking,” he sniffed with a wounded expression.
“So, does that mean I need to bring you around today?” he probed.
You replied in affirmation and his eyes widened.
“We need to fix you now.”
Before you could reply, he shot off his bed to get his phone.
“Kuroko-cchi, I need help now!”
Kuroko was calm even when faced with the three year old version of you and you watched as he stared at you.
“Stop staring at me,” you growled, crawling forward into his lap.
He held you gently as though he was afraid he would break you.
“I am confused as to why you are in this plight.”
“I don’t know either,” you grumbled, nuzzling against his arm.
He lifted a hand to brush your hair from your face and stopped.
“I fear we would have to seek professional help for this.”