• Kise: Do you know what my shirt is made of, Kurokocchi?
  • Kise: Boyfriend material. *winks*
  • Kuroko: So that's why it looks too clingy and hard to maintain.
Scene from Fandisc regarding GoM and Kise's Perfect Copy
  • Mukkun: Kise-chin don't just copy me on your own. I'll crush you.
  • Kise: Eh?? I need your permission??
  • Mukkun: You gotta pay me 1 year's worth of Umaibo.
  • Kise: No way....
  • Takao: Oh then for Shin-chan it's oshiruko (his red bean drink) right?
  • Midorima: Yeah.
  • Kise: Wait!
  • Reo: What about you Sei-chan? Gonna make it tofu?
  • Akashi: Yeah I should do that.
  • Kise: Akashicchi too?! Everyone's so mean!!


“Where are you going, Aomine-kun?”

Daiki had just laced up his basketball shoes when Tetsu emerged from the bedroom, bed head in its full glory. He had rolled to the right (Daiki’s spot was always to his right- he refused to sleep under the window for very ludicrous reasons involving superstitions about aliens, but Tetsu knew better than to question it) in search of comfort in the form of a large tanned back to cuddle. He awoke when his hands had found only slightly warm bed covers.

“Hey, Tetsu. Sorry for waking you, that idiot Kise called and wouldn’t stop whining about 1-on-1, so I was just about to head out. Go back to sleep, it’s still pretty early.” Slinging his bag over his shoulder, Daiki leans down and kisses the shorter boy on the head, smoothing back some of the unruly locks. “Be back later.”

Slender fingers clung onto his shirt, not letting him go.

“What’s wrong, Tet-” Daiki stopped. Was- was Tetsu…pouting?

“…I thought we were going to spend time together, because your parents went on vacation. But instead you’re going to be with Kise-kun. It is a little maddening.” Tetsu mumbles, a red tinge creeping its way onto his cheeks. Daiki stared, mouth slightly agape. 

“Sorry, Tetsu. You were still sleeping, I was planning on getting back before you were even awake.” Daiki explains sheepishly. He hadn’t thought that Tetsu would have minded- he had always been nonchalant about most things.

“I have a limited amount of time like this with Aomine-kun.” Tetsu says softly, thumbing the material of Daiki’s shirt. He leans forward and buries his face into the crook of Daiki’s neck.

“It’s precious.” He whispers. “Are you going to spend that playing 1-on-1? With Kise-kun?”

Daiki smirks, one hand already flipping his phone open and hastily typing out a quick text to Kise. 

“Well then, Tetsu, what do you suppose we do instead?" 



(06:12) Aominecchi
Nvm abt 1on1, found better thing to do

(06:12) Me
EHHH? But Aominecchi! I’ve already left!
(06:13) Me
Aominecchi! Are you there!
(06:14) Me
Aomineccchiiiii! I want 1-on-1! ( ;´Д`)
(06:14) Me


For Akaki Day 1: “Shut up, Kise.” 

Pairing: Akashi/Kise

A/N: Flower Shop AU

The bells on the front door nearly rip off at 11:04 on a calm Friday morning during which he was still reorganizing the store from Valentines Day even though it had been two weeks ago. He had sent Chihiro home exactly twenty minutes ago when he realized nothing more would come from this day besides two or three bouquets sold. Also his presence was only likable when the other was distracted with a light novel, but unfortunately he had recently finished a series and thus was quite chatty about the inadequacies of the plot (to which Seijuro responded simply with light novels weren’t known for their plot and angered Chihiro even more).

Without Chihiro here, he is probably better equipped to deal with the 189 cm mess that walks, or rather charges through his door. 

Keep reading

  • [At Kuroko's birthday party]:
  • Akashi: Well, sounds like this party is going great.
  • Kise: Soooo great! We’re having the best time! Right, Kuroko-cchi??
  • Kuroko: I wish I was dead.

Kise barely makes it through the day without feeling a deep sense of weariness and his patience shredded into a thin, delicate thread.

He has come to a point where he finds himself constantly wishing to be anyone else who is not the tall, lanky, fair skinned blond staring back at him in the mirror of his studio’s dressing room.

Tired of having to smile, nod, bow, fake interest, fake politeness, and dive into cars with tinted windows, and have only a certain stretch of time to relax his facial muscles while his manager babbles incessantly about publicity stunts and new interviews he has lined up for Kise, before he is ushered out and made to enter another building to get his face touched up for cameras and some hand shaking with other models or agents.

After two hours of grueling smiles and forced laughter with a writer from a teen fashion magazine, Kise is excused for a bathroom break.

He reaches into his bag and fishes for his phone.

Three missed calls and six messages from Aomine.

– Just woke up

– Did you eat?

– Saw your sports drink commercial on tv

– Are we still going for dinner?

– Ate the rolls you made

– I love you

Kise bit his lower lip hard, feeling his heart flutter in his chest. His eyes were tearing up a little. He smiles as he realizes the messages are evenly spaced from 1:30pm, to 2:30pm, and onward till 6:30pm.

A quick glance at the top of his screen tells him it is 8:30pm.

He clicks the call button next to Aomine’s ID.

He wants to hear his voice so bad.

anonymous asked:

Inspired by YouTube pranks: Aomine, Kagami, Midorima, Kasamatsu, and Himuro's s/o doing the "Girlfriend Caught Cheating Prank" with one of their guy friends!

HAHAHA wait. not with a dummy but another guy?  How do you even clean that mess up?! Here’s the link for any of you guys who don’t know this prank already: CLICK ME

Aomine Daiki: “What the fuck?!” He would roar and yank out the blanket from the bed roughly, revealing both you and Kagami fully dressed. Not yet understanding, he jumps on top of Kagami furiously and jerks him up by the collar, his clenched fist ready in the air. However, both of you burst out laughing and he loosens only a little bit, still grabbing at his shirt. Even after you explain through your laughing tears, Aomine stays there puffing, unable to cool down. 

Kagami Taiga: As soon as he sees another man’s head next to yours in bed, he chucks the Maji burger at the unfamiliar head. With the burger smashed against his face, Aomine comes up, shirtless, and Kagami’s eyes widen even more. You are not even in his line of vision as his fist connects cleanly with Aomine’s cheeks. And only when Aomine pushes him off and you hold him back is he able to listen to your explanation. He gives out a stupefied chuckle and pulls you protectively into his arm, shooting Aomine an angry glance. 

Midorima Shintarou: His lucky item, Mr. Frog, shatter on the floor and you look up from your bed as Midorima staggers towards you. He lifts the sheet beside you in horror, finding Takao in his pretend sleep. Confusion and anger would merge into an incomprehensible expression, and he’d back away slowly in disbelief. You stay silent, feigning surprise, but when he tries to leave without saying anything, you grab his arm and grin. Takao springs out to blow the cover, and Midorima audibly sighs, running his thumb over your smooth skin to make sure again and again that you were still his. 

Kasamatsu Yukio: You would only be half surprised when Kasamatsu throws himself on the veiled figure, and snatches the blanket off. Kise lays underneath with a nervous laugh as he eyes both you and your boyfriend interchangeably. You only give him a shrug which Kasamatsu takes as permission to beat him up. Poor Kise, but Kasamatsu already seems to have picked up on the joke, so you leave them be; Kise yelling in protest while his senpai lands blowing kicks. 

Himuro Tatsuya: His eyes were always the scariest. Hot heart and cool head, as was his motto, he stalks over to the bedside to confirm the giant figure, Mura-chin, laying next to you in bed. “Atsushi.” He coldly mutters with a burning glaze in his eyes, and you actually shiver at how scary the man can be. Murasakibara only lazily glazes over him, complying to neither your prank nor his anger. You hurriedly blow your own cover and confess your prank, and Himuro relaxes just a little before roughly grabbing you by arm and leading you out of the room.