When and where do you think Imayoshi, Himuro, Midorima, Aomine, Kise would have their first kiss and how would it go? - scenario, please! :)

This is kind of hard to write because when I look at the ask I can only think of headcanons lmao don’t take this seriously please, everything written in the scenario is solely based on my opinion, and I’m sorry if you disagree. Regardless, I hope you like it! And thank you for requesting!

EDIT: Added Imayoshi

Himuro: The date was perfect. Truth be told, you wouldn’t expect less from Himuro, someone who’s quite experienced with these type of things. Plus, it’s not your first date with him, so it’s nothing surprising. Himuro, being the gentleman that is your boyfriend, offers to walk you home as always, and you comply. It’s Himuro’s hidden request to spend time with you more, unbeknownst to you, but it doesn’t matter because you actually want the same.

Hand in hand, the two of you walk down the paved streets, chatting pleasantly about life and other not-so-important topics, and before you know it, your house is already within your line of sight. By the time you’re in front of your house, you’re silent, struck by the feeling of not wanting the date to end yet–this is also not a surprise, since it’s happened to you many times before after the many dates Himuro took you out to.

“Thank you for today,” you say as usual, a bittersweet smile on your face, “I really enjoyed it. It was fun.”

Little do you know, Himuro’s emotions are also clashing inside him underneath the bask of the sunset–he’d usually plant an innocent peck on your cheek and signal for you to get in the house, but he’s just standing there. You look at him in confusion.

When he approaches you, a hand cupping your jaw, and his face leans closer, your eyes widen. The brush of his soft lips against yours almost makes your heart stop, but it’s not unwelcome, as you close your eyes and reciprocate the gesture. He hums at your acceptance and slips a hand on your waist to pull you closer, his lips pressing yours with more passion.

The two of you pull away simultaneously, and you find it difficult to look at Himuro in the eyes. A blush dusts your cheeks, which Himuro finds very cute, as he brushes his nose against yours affectionately.

“I’ll take you out on another date soon.”

Aomine: You swear that your male classmate didn’t mean anything when he approached you yesterday for some pointers on Math–sure, he comes to you a lot when he has some kind of trouble understanding lessons, but you’re sure that’s it. You’re considered by the general class public as smart, especially with certain subjects, so having someone come to you constantly to ask for help is normal, right?

Apparently it’s not for Aomine, because he’s jealous. He keeps inquiring about this male classmate of yours, and deep down he’s unhappy he’s in a different class. You tried many times to convince him that the male classmate is basically harmless, but being the protective boyfriend that he is, Aomine would only keep asking.

The two of you are at the rooftop as usual, enjoying your lunch break. He stole some of your food, which is another thing that you grew used to ever since the two of you started getting close. The peaceful atmosphere is broken by Aomine’s inquiry.

“Did that guy ‘ask for your help’ again today?”

You sigh, already expecting it for a while now. “I told you not to worry about it,” you reply.

“You didn’t answer the question, _____________.”

“Yes, he did,” you snap a little as you answer, and you immediately regret how it came out. “Seriously, what’s wrong with you?”

Aomine’s tall form looms over yours, and all you can register is his face very close to yours, and when you feel a light yank from his hand behind your head (how did it get there so fast?), your eyes widen in surprise. His lips are on yours, your bottom lip between his, and the kiss is strangely gentle considering how you were arguing seconds before. You subconsciously mesh your lips with his, but you’re not entirely sure of yourself—all you know is his lips are warm and surprisingly soft, and you’re definitely light-headed.

When you part, he’s the first to turn around and act nonchalant, hands in his pockets as he pretends to look at the rooftop scenery. In reality, he’s blushing like mad after the kiss even though he initiated it, but you got his message: he just doesn’t want to lose you.

Midorima: You’ve been in a relationship with the green-haired basketball athlete for quite some time now, ever since he shyly confessed to you one day after school. It seemed like a distant memory, and you know that you’re happy with him, even if things aren’t flowing as quickly as they do in ‘normal’ relationships. You acknowledge the fact that Midorima takes some time to open up to someone, and you’ve prepared the patience for it.

These days, however, it’s running thinner.

It’s not like you get angry at him or stuff like that—you discover that you find yourself speculating a lot lately. You thought about how he has never made the move for things like holding hands (you have yet to share your first kiss with him), and that leads to another thought about how he maybe doesn’t feel the same to you but is not courageous enough to tell you.

Needless to say it’s not healthy for you, but you don’t know how to block those ideas away. So you decide to tell him.

Midorima seems stunned, to say the least, after listening to your heartfelt confession about how you’ve been thinking lately. The last words that you said before waiting for his response were: “If you feel like you don’t want to be with me anymore, you can just tell me anytime, okay?”—although he puts on a surprised face, his chest hurts. He doesn’t know that he’s causing you all this, and he curses himself for being so cowardly–of course he wants to initiate things with you, but he’s always overcome with shyness whenever he’s resolved to do it. For that, he chastises himself.

So when he leans forward to brush his lips against yours, it surprises the two of you. His hand somehow finds its way to cup your jaw, bringing you closer to him for just a millisecond before he pulls away, this time unable to contain his embarrassment as he covers his mouth with a hand. His face is positively red, but you don’t seem to register that, as the only thing you can sense is his soft lips, and how it felt like kissing a rose. He opens his mouth for a broken apology, but you cut him off with another peck on the lips—it’s a bit clumsy, as it lands on the corner of his lips instead, and you blush.

You can see those green eyes soften as his strong arms wrap around your body, his lips resting just beside your ear.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, “please don’t think that way anymore. It pains me to see you hurt because of me.”

Kise: It’s no secret that Kise’s fangirls can be a little bit more than crazy sometimes. When they first found out about your new relationship with the golden boy, which is definitely more than friends, you’re prepared for them to do horrible things to you. It’s not often, but you do have times when if you weren’t extra vigilant, something bad would’ve happened to you–for example, things involving buckets of water and wet tiles. You didn’t report these things to Kise–he has a lot in his hands, and you didn’t want to bother him further. Besides, he’s smart, despite how he appears to be scatterbrained. You have an inkling that he already knows.

One day, you’re walking innocently with him down one of Kaijo’s hallways to the cafeteria, where the two of you plan to have lunch together after a long time. He is talking animatedly to you about his work and how the basketball team is doing, and you’re listening calmly at his stories, offering your own comments in-between.

That’s when you feel a slap on your face—in front of you stands a deranged girl with long hair and makeup that is more than necessary, and it doesn’t take you long to extract two facts: one, this stranger just slapped you in front of a lot of people, which, by the way, are totally staring right now; two, she’s one of Kise’s hardcore fans. When the girl takes your silence as a chance to blab on about how you’re ‘unworthy of Kise-kun’s affection’, you can only think of how this scene looks a lot like those romantic dramas.

You look over to gauge Kise’s reaction—you somehow think that he’s going to have an angrier look on his face, but his expression is one that he has when he’s facing a difficult math problem. Suddenly your eyes meet golden ones, and his lips are on yours, the hand on your waist pulling you closer. Before you can process what’s happening, he already pulls away, but the kiss is long enough to be witnessed by basically everyone within a 10-meter radius. The girl’s jaw drops.

This time, Kise does look like an angry beast. “If you or anyone ever lay a hand on _____________-cchi again, you’re not going to get away with it.” With that, he grips your hand tightly and walks away, dragging a much-surprised you behind him.

The two of you have to relocated your lunch to the rooftop instead, because you won’t be able to have peace with the people in the cafeteria glaring daggers and whispering about the recent turn of events (gossip runs faster than light in Kaijo, especially with Kise involved). The first thing Kise does, however, is hug you close and bury his face in the crook of your neck as he whimpers. When he recovers, however, he has a pout on his face accompanying the ever-present blush, and he reaches out a thumb to brush your lips. You’re positive that the embarrassed look on his face is mirrored on yours.

“That was our first kiss… wasn’t it?” He whispers, his thumb tracing your lower lip. “Do you… want to redo it?”                      

Imayoshi: When the buzzer ends the match against Touou and Seirin, resulting to the loss of the former, you can’t help but worry. Both teams performed extraordinarily on the court, but like in all sports, there can only be one winner. You know how skilled Touou is, and how they’ve trained hard for the tournament, so to see them lose the match is… heartbreaking.

You can see the faces of the basketball team as you walk down the steps of the stadium, trying to get to the court to talk to Imayoshi. You’re most concerned about him, and that bias is definitely because of your feelings for him, and how he acts as if he reciprocates it, giving you hope for a budding relationship. In fact, according to the whispers of some people, you are already in a budding relationship with the captain.

He spots you first as you approach the court–they’re heading to the locker room now to pack up–but he waits for you with the same sly smile on his face as his teammates leave the court, leaving you and him and several other people.

“Imayoshi-san, I—”

He presses a finger on your lips, shushing you effectively. You were about to express your regrets for the game result, and give him some encouraging words as well, but there’s something different about him… That’s when you realize that the magnitude of the loss is incomprehensible to those who were only spectating.

Being the cunning person he is, he notices the realization you just had, and decides to tease you. “That was disappointing,” he declares, “especially looking back to the times when we practiced so hard.” He adds a sigh to amplify the dramatic effect. “ _____________-san, give me a consolidation kiss?” He asks with the same smile, thinking that you’ll blush and stutter like you usually do—that always makes up his day.

When you tiptoe, your hands resting on his chest for support, and brush your lips against his for a second or two before pulling away, he’s beyond surprised. Your face is pink, naturally, but there is a certain determination in your eyes.

“It was a good game, Imayoshi-san. The team played well, it’s just unfortunate that—”

You’re interrupted for the second time because he’s found a way to shut you up effectively (the finger is now out of the book)—with his lips.