Hey there! Haven't posted on ff in a while. Thought I post this here and elsewhere. It's basically just gonna be a series of 500-1,000 word ficlets about my favorite pairings (kasakise, midotaka, aokaga, kuromo, muramuro, and akafuri). You know, just what happens when they're not playing basketball (cause we all know they're hanging out together.) Mostly just for fun, lots of fluff and humor, some language, be warned, and general silliness. Enjoy!

Ryouta's having a decidedly good day today. He strolls out of his photo shoot, humming an obnoxious pop tune to himself, a light skip in his designer-booted step.

Being a model is fun. You get to flip your hair around, wear nice clothes, and have people gawk at you all day. There's nothing better.

His phone rings in his back pocket as he throws his Prada shades on, feeling himself, obviously. A quick peek at the message reveals…

"Senpai!" he squeals to himself, pushing his new fedora higher on his head to read the message. It says: Meet me at the café.

Ryouta doesn't have to wonder which café; he knows the one.

He pops his earbuds in, strutting quick and light towards the little café just a few blocks down. He plays the song he'd been humming.

His humming would no doubt annoy Kasamatsu-senpai, most likely earning him a slap or a kick or a jab, but Ryouta doesn't really mind it so much anymore; he knows Kasamatsu-senpai only hits him because he cares. At least that's what he tells himself. Also, it gives Ryouta an excuse to touch him, which is also welcome.

He hums a little louder, bobbing his head from side to side happily as he approaches. The cute little bell over the door announces his entry and he sees Kasamatsu-senpai sitting at the corner table, a drink in his hand and another one across from him.

Ryouta plants his (cute) tush down in the seat across from him, beaming. "Kasamatsu-senpai!" he greets fondly. He's so, so fond of him, it's ridiculous.

Kasamatsu-senpai glares at him. "I got your favorite," he says grudgingly, a little blush appearing on his cheeks, and a cute little wrinkle forming between his eyebrows as if he's just embarrassed at the prospect of being nice to someone.

"Aww, thank you senpai." Ryouta accepts the drink happily, sipping and humming while Kasamatsu-senpai glares angrily at him and everything else in the room. Ryouta doesn't take it personally anymore. Kasamatsu-senpai always looks like that.

"Was there something you wanted to talk about?" Ryouta asks. As much as he'd like to believe his captain had finally fallen victim to his charms, he doubted he'd just asked him out on a date.

"Yeah," Kasamatsu hedges. "Finish your drink."

Ryouta shrugs. It's his favorite after all, finishing it certainly isn't a chore.

"Photo shoot?" Kasamatsu asks, glaring as he does. He glances over Ryouta's decidedly more-fashionable-than-usual attire including his brand new cashmere cardigan, and Prada sunglasses.

"Mm-hm."

Kasamatsu-senpai sighs. "Right." He sips his own drink lightly, in tiny little spurts, lips puckering and un-puckering as he does.

Ryouta attempts not-staring, and then gives up.

His senpai catches him of course. "What?" he snaps.

Ryouta shakes his head innocently, because he absolutely wasn't (definitely was) imagining what it'd be like to kiss his senpai. Probably great. And sweet like the fruity smoothie he's drinking. And maybe a little rough, but that's ok. Not that he was thinking about it or anything. He wasn't.

"Let's walk," Kasamatsu says, standing.

"'Kay," Ryouta chimes, following him out the door.

It's cold outside. That's why Ryouta scoots closer to his senpai, sleeves just barely brushing. That's definitely (not) why.

Kasamatsu, surprisingly, doesn't move away. Ryouta reasons that he must be cold too. "How's your foot?" he asks.

Ryouta's eyes snap open wide. "You know?"

Kasamatsu glares at him from the corner of his pretty blue eyes. Ryouta likes his eyes. He could drown in them. "Of course," he snorts. "I'm your captain, it's my job to know."

Ryouta shrugs. "It's fine."

"We're playing Fukuda," his senpai reminds. "We can't take them lightly."

Ryouta turns serious. "I know that. I really do."

Kasamatsu stares at him for a long while. "Hey!" he snaps. "You're getting that look. Don't do that."

"What look?"

"That look that says 'I'll take him on by myself.'" He cocks his head to the side. "Hayazaki, right?"

Ryouta nods.

"Well," And at this Kasamatsu jabs his fist into Ryouta's side, eliciting a sting of half repressed "ows" in response. "You don't have to. You've got a team to back you up. You've got me. Don't take us lightly."

Ryouta smiles, feeling all warm and fuzzy like he does whenever Kasamatsu-senpai says something remotely encouraging/nice/not mean. Without a thought he takes the fist that's trying to burrow it's way under his rib cage into his hand and holds it. "I know, senpai. I know you've got my back."

Kasamatsu is silent for a while. He stares briefly at the hand holding his and then back to Ryouta. A very pink blush occupies his cheeks. He doesn't let go of Ryouta's hand though, just turns forward, giving it a hard squeeze, and says. "Don't forget it."

Ryouta looks at the hand, warm and still very much in his and he feels like he could vibrate out of his own skin in happiness. Kasamatsu-senpai is actually holding his fucking hand.

Ryouta squeezes back. "I won't."

They walk hand-in-hand in silence for the rest of the way to the bus stop. Kasamatsu-senpai doesn't say anything about it and neither does Ryouta.

Instead of a goodbye, his senpai punches him in the arm. "See you later," he says as he does everything: angrily.

God, he's cute as hell. Ryouta nods, kisses him on the forehead before he can think better of it, and practically skips all the way home, leaving his senpai standing there, dumbfounded for several seconds before finally shaking his head and turning to wait for the bus.

Ryouta looks back once, and, yup, there it is.

The smile.

Yeah, definitely a good day.

Song: I Want To Hold Your Hand by The Beatles