Hi there! Can I request Kuroko, Midorima, Aomine, Akashi, Himuro, & Kasamatsu trying to impress their crush but failing miserably?
Kuroko: He had thought, what would be more romantic than a letter driven scavenger hunt? The little adventure he had led you on with his handwritten notes had taken you through many of the places he remembered interacting with you — the classroom, the library, on the rooftop — and it all ended here, next to the giant tree at the back of the school grounds. As you approached him, he gave you a soft smile and handed you the last letter; his confession.
He felt his heart stop when you looked up at him in confusion, asking, "Huh? Kuroko? Who's that?"
Kasamatsu: Looking out at the small group of friends gathered around, he could feel the burning edge of anxiety eating away at his stomach. He tried not to look at you out amongst the people watching him, tried to ignore how your eyes were glued to him. Kasamatsu glanced over to the side of the stage where Kise stood, silently encouraging him from the sidelines. He shifted the guitar in his lap, deciding to bite the bullet. He'd dedicate this song to you.
Too bad the microphone let out a piercing screech the second he grabbed it, causing him to turn red and run off stage.
Aomine: Cornering you near the bike racks on campus, Aomine had one of his easygoing, lazy grins on his face as flirt after pickup line fell from his lips. He was leaning against one of the bike rails nearby, looming over your as you fiddled with the lock on your wheel. Too bad he hadn't really been paying attention to where he was placing his feet, however, as he soon found himself tripping over the spoke of another bike, getting tangled before falling to the ground.
Aomine could feel his cheeks burn with embarrassment as he heard you ask if he was okay after his disastrous faceplant.
Midorima: He had been trying so hard to seem as if he were on par with your intellectuality; as if he were worthy of your time and attention. He'd studied all the right terms, really absorbed all pieces of information on anything you showed any semblance of interest in, and did his best to have engaging conversations with you about them. And, for the most part, it seemed to work. You liked talking with him, you were impressed with him, you—
"You're so smart, Midorima-kun. Reminds me of me at your age. You still thought of him as a child.
Himuro: The English study date was supposed to be something simple. Something lowkey that he didn't have to call a date if the vibes weren't right. But it all somehow got turned around when you started asking him to translate a romantic scene from your favorite drama. He was doing fine, speaking every flirting phrase in Japanese, voice dropped as he tried to woo you with them, but...
You snorted, trying to hold back laugher. "Sorry, Himuro, that just sounds so strange coming from you. Is that seriously how it's translated?" Okay, maybe he was being too technical with his translations.
Akashi: It was an amateur mistake. He should have paid attention to Yukimaru's appearance, should have listened to all the signs. The pale horse had been antsy, looking a bit more skittish than usual, but Akashi had ignored the warning signs in favor of keeping his eyes on you. Enthralled with your first time seeing a horse up close, you didn't know what to look for to clue into Yukimaru's discomfort, so Akashi couldn't blame you for what happened.
He just wished Yukimura remembered it was rude to kick at his owner's feet when irritated...