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Last Updated: October 8, 2023

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Kuroko: He's on the other side of the net when you serve, hitting the ball so hard it nearly breaks the overhead light. When it eventually rolls to a stop at his toes, Kuroko feels himself swallow thickly before returning his gaze to you.

"____... that could have been my face..."

Kiyoshi: He's by your side, one large hand shielding the top of your head while the other baps the volleyball away so it doesn't land on you. All the while, there's a soft chuckle that's shaking Kiyoshi's chest. He pulls your head into it, holding you there for a second.

"That was a strong one, huh? Maybe you should tone it back a bit."

Kise: There's a pause where the both of you are staring up toward the ceiling in amazement, watching as the light fixture sways from its encounter with the volleyball. After a beat, Kise starts laughing histerically, pointing between the light and the ball.

"____cchi, that's amazing! Reminds me of when Kagamicchi broke our basketball hoop!"

Aomine: When the volleyball hits the ceiling, Aomine has barely enough time to see it nearly miss the lights before it's ricocheting toward him. Hitting him in the stomach, he keels over with a heavy grunt and a glare that's pointed in your direction.

"You did that on purpose," he complains through gritted teeth, knowing full well you didn't.

Midorima: You would have expected him to scold you for your lack of control, but instead Midorima looks deep in thought. He knew nothing of your beloved sport, similar to how you knew little of his, but he always attempted to try help you improve.

"I think, maybe if you started your serve farther back, you'd have more accuracy."

Murasakibara: As he picks up the volleyball before it can roll away any further, Murasakibara tosses it up into the air. The simple toss nearly has it hitting the light once more. Seeing this, he gives you a grin meant to tease.

"Aww, well that wasn't so hard. I can do it too."

Akashi: "Watch your head, ____."

Akashi catches the volleyball on its way back down, seeming to be exactly where it would land at the perfect time. A part of him wonders if it would be better for you to practice on an outdoor court... or if that would mean more fetching for him.

Mibuchi: The light fixture sways above the both of you and Mibuchi's first reaction is to hold his arms out above you, covering your head from any stray pieces of glass that might fall. When nothing further happens, he sighs a bit in relief.

"You know, that was honestly impressive. ...But maybe you should work on your aim a bit more."

Nebuya: "Wow, I didn't know I was dating such a heavy hitter!"

Despite his teasing words and booming chuckle, there's an expression of pride on Nebuya's face as he looks at you. He gives you a playful jab to the shoulder before fetching the ball, mimicking your movements as he serves it to you with much less force.

Hayama: His jaw is nearly dropped to the floor before he starts running after the volleyball in excitement. Picking it up, he tries to mimic your movements, aiming for the light fixture himself. His serves misses by several meters however.

"Whoa, ____, you're so strong! You've gotta teach me!"

Hanamiya: "Oi, you tryna break that shit on purpose?!"

Since the volleyball and basketball teams share a gymnasium, he's wary of actually breaking anything since his team would likely be blamed. Though he's scolding you for your uncontrolled strength, a part of him might be a little nervous/proud of it as well.

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He was staring. He knew he was staring. How many times had his grandmother scolded him for staring? One too many. But Kuroko couldn't help it, his eyes glued to his manager's form as she stood halfway across the courtyard.

She was smiling, a light pink dusting her cheeks and a soft crinkle in the corner of her eyes. She held a hand up to her face to stifle the laugh that was falling past her lips. In front of her, an unfamiliar face mimicked the sound, but the second voice was deeper and more disjointed; a rumbling chuckle that mirrored her bell-like laughter.

Kuroko bit the inside of his cheek.

Something in his stomach was turning sour, but he couldn't quite pinpoint why. He averted his eyes away from his manager for a moment, distracted by the sound of a basketball bouncing out of bounds and the shrill screech of Riko's whistle. He hoped, when he turned back, that ____ would be done with her conversation and on her way back to the bleachers.

He grit his teeth when he realized he was wrong.

She was still chatting, no longer laughing, but that smile was still on her face. He didn't understand the distress he was feeling, the bubble of upset in the pit of his stomach.

He didn't understand why he couldn't tear his eyes away.

It was confusing, the sense of satisfaction he felt when the intruder finally left her side, disappearing behind the large double doors to the gymnasium. He wanted to scoff, snort as things settled back to how he thought they should be. But he didn't, staying ever silent and observant.

Well, as observant as he could be distracted by his manager.

"Kuroko, watch out—!"

Pain exploded on the back of his head as hard rubber met his skull. He stumbled forward, falling to his knees. One hand flew to the back of his head, the other catching his fall on the shiny floor below. The small grunt he let out went unnoticed to his ears; they were filled with ringing.

Slowly, when he finally came to, Kuroko heard the shuffle of sneakers and cries of curiosity. One voice stood out above them all, however.

"Oh no, Kuroko-kun, are you okay?" ____ asked him, dropping to her own knees in front of him. She replaced his hand with her own, checking for any bumps and bruises.

Blinking owlishly, Kuroko refocused his gaze over her worried expression. All for him.

"Yeah," he muttered, the sour feeling in his stomach replaced by something else. Something fluttering. "Yeah, I'm okay."

Kuroko: You wake up to the feeling of a gentle hand running through your hair. When you open your eyes, Kuroko is already staring down at you with his brows furrowed together and a frown marring his face. You already know what he's about to say before he even opens his mouth; he'd warned you in the past of how hard you were pushing yourself, self-inflicted or not.

"____, you've overworked yourself again. I think it's time you took a break."

Kagami: Even the security guards can't stop him as Kagami runs out onto the stage to help you up after you've fallen. It causes an even bigger stir — you hadn't gone public with your relationship — but he doesn't care in the slightest. When your manager tries to take over, telling security to escort him away, he lets out a frustrated growl meant to scare.

"Like hell I'm leaving! This is all your fault, you greedy bastard!"

Kise: In a way, he knows what it's like to be worked to the point of exhaustion based on his experience from his modeling days. So Kise had hoped you'd take his warnings to heart when he told you to take regular breaks. When you finally come to in your break room, a cool towel on your forehead and resting against his lap, he gives you a soft, scolding look.

"____cchi, I think it's time we find you another manager."

Midorima: He's mentally cursing himself as he runs after the medical team who'd helped you off stage. Midorima recounts all the times he'd told you to take a rest, recalls every moment he gave you snacks for energy or vitamins for health — were they not enough? — but when his eyes lock with your managers, he knows he isn't the one to blame.

"I'd told you this would happen if you kept pushing her," he bites out.

Aomine: His first reaction should have been to go to your side, help you off the stage, and get you somewhere to rest. But Aomine has a temper and sometimes it's hard for him to control. Instead, he finds your manager, pulling them up by the collar of their shirt with a strained fist. If it weren't for the security guards he could see in the corners of his eyes, he would have already thrown a punch.

"You're fired," he spits, not caring whether or not he had the authority to say so.

Murasakibara: If looks could kill, your manager would be dead on the spot with the intense glare Murasakibara is giving him. Like a guard dog, he stands in the way of your manager, blocking the door to your dressing room. When your manager tries to step around him, he holds out an arm, muscle flexing in an intimidating way. It has your manager backing up.

"Man, I should tell the world about you and what a shitty manager you are," he threatens.

Akashi: He's already by your side by the time you're helped off stage, though he leaves the actually helping to the EMTs that had been called. When the pair of you pass by your manager on the way to the break room, he gives them a stern look. He pauses briefly, ushering the EMTs to take you without him so he can discuss with your manager alone.

"I'm afraid we won't be needing your assistance anymore. I can take over your duties from here."

Hayama: He's quick to get up on the stage, cradling you in his arms as if simply holding you close could help you feel better. Hayama knows he's fast, so he darts off to find you help with you pressed tightly against his chest. He doesn't even have time to tell of your manager as he searches for someone to give you aid, though the glare in his eyes is evident and doesn't go away for a long time.

"Just get out of here, man. You've done enough already."

Kuroko: The prospect of another person being just as good as him in passing has Kuroko a bit excited. He wants to know everything about her basketball journey, how she got where she was today in her talent level, how much she practiced. He always asks her to play friendly one-on-one matches, but craves to play a real team game some day.

Kagami: Basketball excites him in a way that has him forgetting most of his surroundings. That being said, Kagami nearly forgets that she's a girl that he's into when he plays basketball against her. A part of him wonders if it's unhealthy for his heart to feel so much adrenaline while playing, only to be consumed by butterflies when not.

Kise: He enacts the school-aged method of gaining his crush's attention by copying her moves on court, hoping he would impress her with his own spin to things. Was it a childish thing to be doing at his age? Yes. But did it work? Most definitely; especially when she came over to scold him for doing it all wrong.

Aomine: There's still prejudice in his mind the first time he goes to one of her games. No way a girl can play just as well as he can. When he's proven wrong hours later, Aomine nearly becomes obsessed. He wants to see her play more, wants to challenge her himself. It actually takes him a while to realize what he has is a crush and not just rivalry.

Midorima: His way of showing affection often involves giving tips and pointers, so he actually butts heads with her a lot when they disagree over certain move sets either of them have used on court. Midorima likes having a crush who enjoys his same hobbies however; it makes it easier to find topics to discuss.

Murasakibara: Prior to finding his own love for basketball, Murasakibara is actually a little annoyed that his crush also plays. Would he ever be able to escape? However, after changing his mind about the game, he comes to appreciate that she's just as good. At least he doesn't have to sit and explain how everything works.

Akashi: Since basketball is his way of escaping and the one thing he can call his own, Akashi greatly appreciates that he can share this with someone he fancies. It didn't even matter to him whether she was great or not, as the love for the game was the thing he appreciated the most. Though her skills definitely made things better.

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Kuroko: There's a beat between the end of your sentence and his response, but when he finally does open his mouth, it's laughter that falls out. Kuroko barely ever heard you speak, so to have something so off topic and random slip past your lips definitely caught him off guard. He asks you to elaborate, wondering more about these silly dreams of yours.

Kagami: There's a slight smirk on his face when he asks, "You sure you weren't just hungry?" The story of your dreams has his own stomach growling, so Kagami offers to bring you out to lunch while you continue telling him everything. It isn't until he's at Maji Burger and he sees how perfectly mustard and ketchup combine that he starts to think deeper about your dreams. It has him blushing.

Kise: You are halfway through your dream explanation when you realize Kise is staring at you in wonder. The second you pause long enough to give him a word in edgewise, he's breathing out a quiet, "You dream about me a lot?" Something about your accidental confession has his heart swelling, despite the oddness of your actual dreams.

Aomine: There's a snort that comes from his as he drops himself beside you, shoving his arm against yours. He compares his dark complexion to your own. "You sure you weren't the mayo?" he teases. He's trying to get you to fluster, trying to hide his own embarrassment from showing after you revealed you dreamed about him often.

Midorima: He had been listening to you intently the entire time, soaking in all the details of your dreams. But when you got to the part about ketchup and mustard, Midorima couldn't help but get lost in confused thought. Surely that must've meant something, right? Ketchup and mustard when together far better than ketchup and mayonnaise, so this was a good sign. Right?

Murasakibara: His brows furrow as he thinks about what you've just said. "Why mayonnaise?" he asks, poking at the skin of his arm. Was it his complexion? Did something about his personality just scream mayo to you? He almost didn't want to know, nose wrinkling. Even mustar wasn't that much better of an option. "Can't I be something else? Like some nerunerunerne?"

Himuro: He hides his slight smile behind a hand as you describe your dream. You don't notice his furrowing brow underneath his bangs. Is being mayonnaise in your dream supposed to be a compliment? Why does it feel like an insult? Himuro listens to your long tale nevertheless, nodding along and asking furthering questions. He wants to get to the bottom of its meaning.

Akashi: There's a brief moment where he has to pause, nearly asking you to repeat yourself. Akashi takes a moment to process what you've said, though it still doesn't make any sense to him. Instead, he latches on to the only thing he can wrap his head around. "You dream of me?" he asks, expression changing from confused to amused when you start to stutter in embarrassment.

Hayama: His energy matches yours exactly and, despite taking a second to catch up to your line of conversation, Hayama joins it with just as much enthusiasm as if the two of you were talking about basketball. He asks you about your dreams and counters with stories of his own. They sound just as random as yours and he points out how the two of you must be more alike than he thought.

Standing on the sidewalk, Murasakibara looked across the street toward a bright, colorful sign. It was an advertisement for the newest cafe to open on that street, maid themed and packed to the brim with customers. But it wasn't the employees that had drawn his curiosity. No, it was the picturesque sweets thats adorned the outside of the cafe, bringing pops of color to the plainly painted exterior.

His stomach grumbled.

He was just about to step out onto the street to cross the way when a commotion from the cafe caught his attention. Yelling could be heard from within the space and, just as he was leaning to get a better look, the front door to the cafe slammed open. Two teenagers came running out, one of them holding on to the back of his head as he cussed out expletives.

"Get out and stay out!" A voice from within the cafe yelled after them. When Murasakibara looked, he noticed a person much shorter than him — much shorter than the teenagers, even — running out after them. The person was swinging a broom around, chasing the teenagers off the doorstep to the cafe.

The cafe worker chased the teenagers all the way across the street, only stopping when the rowdy teens managed to run down a nearby alley with their tails between their legs. Beside him, the cafe worker grumbled out complaints about perverted teens.

Then, as if realizing they were now in a crowd and were the center of attention, the cafe worker's demeanor flipped like a switch. Anger was replaced by a faux smile and their voice pitched up in that way customer service worker's often do.

"Sorry for the interruption, everyone," they said, addressing the crowd. "The cafe is still open for business and I hope everyone takes the chance to come give us a try today."

For a brief moment, their eyes connected with Murasakibara's. They paused, craning their neck upward to get a better look at him. Then, they smiled, eyes crinkling in the corners. "I hope to see you there."

As they turned away to enter back into the cafe, Murasakibara stayed frozen on he sidewalk and watched after them. He was still hungry. He still wanted to go inside and fetch a few sweets to eat.

But now he was scared of the cafe's little attack dog guarding the door.

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There was the sound of squeaking shoes on polished wood floors coming from the gymnasium as the Rakuzan team came up upon the location of their next match. A crowd of people were exiting the wide open double doors, a different game having ended moments ago. Glancing around, the team noted the varying jerseys fans wore of their favorite teams, recognizing none of them. Had a different sport been hosted in the gymnasium?

Pushing past a small crowd to enter the double doors, the team glanced around the court to find personnel moving large nets out of the way. One worker, remote control in hand, was lowering the basketball hoops on their hydraulic hinge.

At the far end of the gymnasium, they noticed two teens messing around. The sound of a ball dribbling against the floor was familiar to their ears, but it was cut off by the new noise of leather meeting skin as the taller teen served the volleyball toward the shorter one.

It came crashing down on the smaller one's forearms, bouncing off him with a harsh sound that was followed by a softer grunt. The volleyball flew through the air, moving past the taller male a few feet to his left. Completely off its mark.

"Aim straight, idiot!" The taller of the two barked out.

The smaller, redheaded one, he barked back, "I'm trying! Set better!"

The Rakuzan team watched as the taller one seemed to let out a frustrated growl — "Oh, he looks angry," Mibuchi whispered — before picking up another volleyball. They saw him throw it up into the air before hitting it hard, the volleyball's path directing it toward the redhead. The latter boy yelped, getting quickly into place to try and receive the ball.

When it hit his forearms, it was hard, the sound louder than before. Hayama and Nebuya visibly cringed at the sound, imagining the reddening skin of the smaller boy. Their sympathy for the boy quickly morphed into awe as the volleyball once again flew through the air, this time directly into the adjacent basketball hoop.

"Did you just...?"

"Did I just...?"

The pair's confusion was interrupted by a whooping hollar and Hayama ran toward them, catching the volleyball as it bounced below the net. "That was awesome, little dude!"

The rest of the Rakuzan team followed after, amused by the antics they were watching. As they walked past to get to the lockerrooms, Hayama tossed the volleyball back in the direction of the redheaded male, putting a bit more force into it than expected. The latter caught it with an oof.

"It was pretty impressive," Mibuchi chimed in, hiding an amused smile behind a hand. He didn't mention the fact that the basket had been a fluke. "Maybe if volleyball doesn't work out, you have a future in basketball."

"Who? Him?" The taller of the pair asked, tone flat and looking bored. "Naw. He's too short."

"K-Kageyama!"

Imayoshi: The glare of his glasses hid his eyes well, leaving you clueless to the gaze glued to your figure. Dark eyes swept over your body, tip to toe, imagining himself tracing every dip and curve of your physique. The only clue you had that Imayoshi might be ogling you was the subtle quirk of his lip; the smallest of smirks.

"____." Your name fell from his lips in almost a purr as Imayoshi held a single hand out toward you. His smirk widened when you stepped forward, closer, obedient to his call.

His outstretched hand found your hip, fingers splaying as he smoothed them against your skin, fingertips dipping below the hem of your shirt. He traced his hand down, following the curve of your ass down to your thigh. Giving a gentle squeeze, his grip ventured back up until it settled just under your waist.

The real thing was always better than he imagined.

Himuro: Seated outside the dressing room, Himuro counted the uneven specks on the carpeted floor below him. His fingers gripped tightly onto the thin handles of a shopping back, cheap plastic digging into his skin.

"How's this look?"

His counting was interrupted by your voice, followed quickly by your appearance outside the dressing room doors. Himuro looked up to give you a once over. He nearly choked when he saw the fit of your shirt, skin tight and strappy. Himuro had to fight with himself not to stare; it was a losing battle.

"You don't think it's a bit..." He couldn't finish the sentence, looking away before the skin of his cheeks could feel any hotter. He completely missed the way you smirked at him.

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Kuroko: The first thing he does is wrap her in a towel. He is quick to gently guide her toward sitting on the edge of the tub, helping her swing her feet up and over the edge. "You're not seeing double or anything, are you?" His knowledge of head injuries in rudimentary at best, coming mainly from television shows and the occasional random discussion from friends, so he doesn't know exactly what to do next other than keep you awake.

Kagami: His face is nearly as red as his hair as he helps his girlfriend off the floor. If it weren't for the fact she was using both of his hands to balance herself, he would have been covering his eyes. Instead, he tried his best to look toward the ceiling where he counted the water spots left on the spackle from steam. Only when he'd counted enough, and his girlfriend was appropriately covered in a towel, did he manage to look down without glowing from embarrassment.

Kise: "____cchi, don't die on me!" He's dramatic when he flings open the bathroom door to find his girlfriend in a heap on the floor. The shower curtain and towel that's clinging to her are soaking wet from the shower still pouring down and he has trouble deciding what to do first. Turn off the water? Or help his girlfriend up? He ends up standing there for a few seconds trying to figure out what to do and she ends up yelling at him to help her first.

Kasamatsu: He hears the loud crash from outside the bathroom and comes running in, only to immediately cover his eyes at the state of his girlfriend's undress. He's reaching out one hand to help her up while the other one tries to keep his gaze away from her body — give her some privacy, he tells himself. But when he looks in the mirror and sees her anyway, he can't help the bright shade of red from invading his face.

Aomine: The seriousness of his attitude when helping his girlfriend up immediately washes away when he realizes she's going to be fine. The troubled frown on his face melts into a teasing smirk. "Maybe you shouldn't be showering alone. I could join you from now on." He waggles his eyesbrows a bit after his comment, trying to egg her on to agreeing. After all, she can't slip and fall again if he's right there to catch her.

Midorima: It's almost as if he were prepared for this exact moment because he seems almost methodical in the way he helps her up off the floor, wrapping a towel around her body before sitting her down on the bathroom counter. He pulls out a first aid kit before she can even get a word in edgewise, his hands delicately checking her scalp for any serious head wounds. When none come up, she finally hears him let out a single sigh of relief.

Murasakibara: She almost feels like a child with the way he's able to so easily pick her up off the bathroom floor after her fall. He's gentle to set her back on her feet, his hands still holding on to her sides in case the floor was still too slippery. "____-chin, are you okay?" The quick glance over her body doesn't reveal any major injuries, but he still hovers around the bathroom door after she insists on continuing on with her shower.

Akashi: Maybe it was a bit of an overreaction, but the day after her fall, he has the interior of the bathroom completely redone. All she had asked for was a rubber bathmat, something that would prevent her from slipping again. Instead, he goes the full nine yards and has the shower floor ripped out and replaced with something easier to stand on. For a moment, he contemplates bars on the walls. Maybe that was a bit too far...