Salute! It's my first time here and I liked it. Can I ask for a scenario about Kirisaki Daichi (+Matsumoto, for every guy)? They've had a fight with their fem s/o and haven't spoken for two or three days. And suddenly they heard a guy (not from the team) talking to his friends about their s/o: "If they break up, then I will not miss my chance."And then this guy spots their s/o at the end of the corridor and heads toward her. Thank you for your creativity)

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Hanamiya: He supposed he had let this go on long enough. There were slimier guys in this school than himself, and he was well aware. You were standing by your locker, like a gazelle at a watering hole, and it was so fun to slam his hand on the lockers on either side of you, trapping you. When you didn’t give much of a reaction, he knew you were still mad. It was probably justified, so he wasn’t going to bring it up. No. He just wanted to make up, and he wanted to make a scene of it so that guy knew what was up. “I’m an asshole,” he admitted with a soft sigh. “But I need you to kiss me right now so I know that I’m your asshole.” Far from a romantic gesture, but you couldn’t help but comply.

Hara: In any other situation, he would have let this go on until you were the one to cave. But knowing that there were wolves lurking about, ready to pounce on you at the first chance, he realized he wasn’t willing to risk your entire relationship for the sake of pettiness. He was approaching you from behind and already had the pack of gum in his hand, ready to offer you a piece. The bubble he had been blowing popped when he finally reached you. “It’s mean of you to make me apologize,” he complained softly. “But I don’t want to fight anymore, so I’m sorry.”

Furuhashi: Enough of this. He didn’t bother with any words as he grabbed onto your arm and turned you to face him. Without giving you a second to register whose face you were looking at, he slammed his mouth against yours. He stared directly at the guy for a moment as he felt you melt into the kiss, almost as if he were trying to turn him to stone. But your touch was able to send such waves of euphoria through him, pretty soon his eyes fluttered shut as well and it was just the two of you in the moment.

Yamazaki: Enter panic mode. You hadn’t even looked at him since the fight, which was already making him nervous, but now he had to worry about someone trying to weasel their way into his place as your boyfriend? He seemed composed, maybe a bit angry, as he made his way swiftly toward you, although anxiety was bubbling underneath his skin. “Are you still mad at me?” Straight to the point. He didn’t have time to waste trying to play petty games with you. “Not so much,” was your reply, which earned you a soft sigh of relief as he wrapped his arms around you.

Seto: This was more annoying than anything else. He would have been just fine giving you the space you needed to cool down, but hearing what that guy said actually motivated him for once. He approached you from behind and, when he was close enough, he slipped his icy hand in yours, startling you slightly. He leaned over you, pressing his nose into your hair almost affectionately. “I know we’re not breaking up soon, but if I ever see you around that guy, I’ll have to beat the shit out of him.”

Matsumoto: He had to pass the guy who made the comment on his way towards you, so he took the opportunity to “bump” into him, nearly knocking the guy into the lockers. The noise drew your attention to him, which wasn’t planned but also wasn’t unwelcome in the slightest. Your arms were folded across your chest, which wasn’t a good sign, but he managed to approach you while maintaining his composure. “We’re not breaking up,” he told you sternly. With a raised brow, you simply responded, “Well duh.”

A Valentine's Day imagine with Aomine, Furuhashi, Haizaki, Hanamiya and Seto! The prompt is a dark and sultry Valentine's Day including, but not limited to, stalking, creepy gifts, surprise trysts, affairs, blood, gore, and dirty confessions!

AOMINEDAIKI: It’s no surprise to findAomine near your house since you live on the same street. It is,however, utterly bewildering to you when he presses you up againstyour front door to whisper against the shell of your ear:I’ve been dying to fuck you for ages. Will you be my dirty littlevalentine this year? Hisfingertips sneak beneath the hem of your shirt and brush against thelow of your belly. You can feel your heart hammering in your chestbut Aomine looks as calm as he always does, collected andinscrutable. When your astonishment traps you further in silence, hissapphire gaze turns darker and you feel like you’re swimming indangerous shark-infested waters. “I know you want me, ____.I’ve spent enough time studying you to know that the way you look atme is anything but innocent. Do you get wet when you’re staring at mein class? When you watch me on the court? Do you touch yourself tothoughts of me when you get home? Let me help you. I’m shit when itcomes to painting but I’m a skilled artist with my tongue.”

FURUHASHIKŌJIRŌ: Everynight, you can justmake out the silhouette of someone outside your window before itdisappears. You’re starting to think that you’re losing your mind ordealing with something of the occult, which is the main reason yousee no point in involving the police. The last thing you need is forthe rumor mill to churn out lies about your sanity. In fact, you’restarting to question it yourself until you find a box outside yourfront door come morning. It’s a common brown box but it’s wrapped intwine and there are carefully cut flowers placed strategically acrossthe top of the cardboard. You’re hesitant but your curiosityoutweighs your caution, and before you know it you’re unraveling thecord holding it all together. You cautiously pull apart thetop flaps and peer inside the box. Inside, atop layers of tissuepaper are three items: a sparkling urn necklace filled with whatappears to be blood, an ornamental dagger, and a note thatreads—HappyValentine’s Day, soon to be mine. I’ll reveal myself to you tonight.I know you’re curious but I’m always closer than you think.

HAIZAKISHŌGO: Haizaki’s fingers diginto your hips, hard enough to deepen the bruises he left on yourskin three nights ago. You open your mouth for breath, trying tocapture the oxygen he’s stolen from you but he’s quick to slip histongue past your lips. He kisses you with the passion of a thousandsuns while he tears your clothes away from your skin, nails catchingon your overheated flesh. You slide your fingers through his hair,emitting a soft whimper when he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip.You hear the slide of a zipper coming undone and no sooner than thesound dissolves is he slamming your hands up against the wall to pinthem there. “I shouldn’t be here with you but I can’t keepyou off my mind. Whenever I’m with her, I’m thinking about you andall the dirty things we do. You’re my precious little slut but I’mgoing to have to punish you for infecting me. You’re not good for me,kitten. You’ve got me down on my knees for you and that’s not a placeI like to be.”

HANAMIYAMAKOTO: Hanamiya circles you,his polished black boots moving across the wooden floorboards theonly sound against the backdrop of the room. You can feel his gazepenetrating your body, dragging heat down the length of your spine ina vibrant shudder. You try to find comfort in the cordage bindingyour wrists and ankles but they chafe your skin and shift the ropenestled betwixt your thighs. You manage a muffled whine and the sounddraws Hanamiya down to a crouch in front of you. He presses twofingers against your chin and tips your head back, catching the thintrail of saliva that dangles from the gag between your lips on hisfingertips. He examines the slick on his skin, his eyes darkened byshadows and swamped by lust. “You know, I usually don’t goout of my way to do things that don’t offer up any long-term benefitbut there’s something about you I just can’t refuse. Until I figureout what that is, I’m going to keep you here. You’re going to be mypet, and as long as you’re a good girl and you listen to me, I’lltreat you well. Contrarily, if you misbehave, I won’t hesitate tohurt you. Understood?”

SETOKENTARŌ: Setomakes a shallow cut across your thigh, his hand as steady as asurgeon’s. He slides his gaze up to your face and a crooked smiletakes over the shape of his mouth. He lifts the knife in his hand tohis lips and licks the blood off of the blade. A shiver runs throughyour body, a violent contrast to the heat radiating between yourquivering thighs. You close your eyes and focus on the rivulet ofblood sliding down your skin. The bed shifts when Seto moves and whenyou open your eyes, he’s caging you between his arms. There’s pinksaliva on his lips and dangerous passion lighting up his gaze. Helowers his hips, never breaking his stare, and begins grinding hisfirm cock against your clit. “You taste sweeter than honey.I could drink myself to fullness and it still wouldn’t be enough. Ican’t ever get enough of you. You’re like a drug and I’m a foolishjunkie who has no desire to get clean. If it means being with you,I’ll stay dirty and smashed until the day we die. Then, I’ll cut youopen and kiss your slits until your heart stops beating under thepalm of my hand.”