Prompt: Some small christmas scenarios
Characters: GOM + Kagami + Imayoshi + Mibuchi + Hanamiya
Words: 2477
Kuroko: You both sat in front of the television with hot chocolate. It was amusing to see how Kuroko's was almost marshmallows with hot chocolate and not opposite. That's how many he had put in his mug. That's how much he loved marshmallow, especially the vanilla ones.
You were watching your favourite Christmas film, and had both snuggled up next to each other under several blankets. It was what Danish people would call "hygge". The complete absence of anything annoying or overwhelming; taking pleasure from gentle, soothing things - like leaning against your boyfriend, enjoying a traditional movie, and drinking hot chocolate.
Kuroko slid his free arm around your shoulder, and placed a gentle kiss on your eyebrow. "Thanks for doing this for me." He said, surprising you, since you thought he did it for you. You smiled at him and kissed him back, tasting the hot chocolate on his tongue. Or is it your own tongue you tasted? You didn't even know.
He slowly broke the kiss to take a few deep breaths, and pushed a lock of hair away from your eyes. "It was tickling me." he added. You placed quick kiss on his lips, and returned most of your attention to the film.
Kagami: You were both working in the kitchen, side by side, baking gingerbread. It was nice to actually be in the kitchen for a change, instead of Kagami doing all the cooking. You were beating butter and sugar together with the hand-mixer while Kagami whisked all the dry ingredients together in another bowl.
"Can you hand me the eggs?" You asked him, and pushed a lock of hair behind your ear. He glanced at the recipe, before handing over the eggs. Instead of taking the eggs, you pull him in for a light kiss. The surprised look on his face, and the slightly red colour of his neck and ears still amuse you to this day.
Kagami ended the kiss by lightly pushing the eggs into your hands. "Idiot, don't go doing stuff like that.. You'll get germs into the cookie dough!"
You just laughed a little at him, before you broke the eggs into the sugar- and butter-mix. You heard him mutter something, and looked over your shoulder. "Did you say something?"
His face got all red, but he didn't break the eye contact. "I don't mind the cookies getting a bit germs though."
Kise: "All I Want For Christmas Is You" by Mariah Carey was blasting from the bathroom speakers. He had a hairbrush in his hand, you had a toothbrush, and you were both singing along with the song at the top of your lungs. Kise was still wearing his pajamas, and his hair was worse than you'd ever seen it, but with his eyes full of excitement, you'd never seen him more beautiful than in this moment.
He grabbed your hand and swung you, around as the chorus was going, pulling you in and out of his embrace. You couldn't help but laugh, and planted a kiss on top of his lips as you swung into his embrace. You never got tired of kissing him.
You stepped up on top of the toilet seat, and stretched your hand out to him for him to grab. He grabbed your hand with his free hand, and half-assed brushed his hair with the other, all while singing of course. He made you smile all over your face.
He stepped closer, and wrapped his arms around you. "Wanna go sing in the shower too?" He asked, loud enough to drown the music in the background. You pushed him away with a sly smile, and answered: "We don't have time for showers like that this morning."
Midorima: You crossed your arms, and pouted a little. "What do you mean you don't want to spend Christmas with me?" You looked up into his green eyes. He had such long lashes, made you jealous even if you wore fake eyelashes.
Midorima shook his head, trying to avoid the eye contact. "It's not so much that I don't want to be with you, I just don't believe in Christmas." He admitted, and mimicked you, crossing his own arms. "I can buy you a present, but I'm not gonna dress up for a holiday celebrating a person I don't believe in, and we're definitely not getting a tree to block most of the way around the living room, because I don't care about it."
"Urgh!" You threw your hands down. "If you don't care about it, why not do it for me?" You pouted even more now. "Think about all the delicious food, and, and, and I'll get you like a year's supply of lucky charms!"
He sighed, and pushed his glasses back up. You could see it pained him, but Christmas wouldn't be the same without celebration. Or a tree. "Fine, but it better be the smallest, and prettiest plastic tree you can find in the store. We aren't gonna get a real one, because we can't reuse it next year."
You threw your arms around his neck. "You're the best!"
Aomine: You've never been the steadiest one on the ice, but with your hand in Aomine's, you've kinda forgotten it, since he's promised to catch you no matter what. He's already swung you around a few times, making you think countless times that this time he won't be there, but not once has he not caught you when your feet were about to betray you to the ice.
"See? It's not that hard!" He chuckled, as he moved elegantly around the ice, with you hanging on him to steady yourself. He make it sound so easy, like you just have to put on the shoes, and then you'll know how to do it. You know different now.
You let go if his hand and spread your arms to keep the balance. He glanced back at you with widened eyes. He hadn't suspected you would let go. You watched him skate around, the way he elegantly move around like ice skating is a piece of cake. Or maybe it is for him. He skated by you, and grab you around your waist.
You yelp in surprise, stumbling over your own feet, but Aomine quickly steadied you. "Don't let go again." He whispered in your ear.
Imayoshi: You heard the front door open and walked out of the kitchen to see Imayoshi standing in the entrance, hair covered in snowflakes, and with two plastic bags, one in each hand. He had that special smile on his face, some would call it malicious, he only wore when he awaited someones reaction.
You swallowed once. "Did you buy turkey?" You're almost afraid to ask.
He shook his head. "Nope. I told you, I want duck - so that's what I bought." He walked past you, ignored your unbelievable stare, and placed the bags on top of the kitchen counter. Once you got to your senses, you're right at his heels and slapped him at the back of his head.
"Why do you always do this shit?" You backed a few steps as he turned around. You face each other.
He reached for a grape from the fruit bowl, and popped it into his mouth. He swallowed it after chewing a little. "What do you mean? I just bought a duck, because that's what I want," He pushes his glasses up. "If you really want that turkey so bad, you'll just have to go get one yourself."
You ran your hands through your hair while massaging your scalp, tried to figure out what to do. Finally, you sighed. Defeated. "I guess we'll get both turkey and duck this year, then." You turned around, but didn't quite miss the satisfying look on his face.
Murasakibara: Murasakibara had a hungry look in his eyes as he watched you decorate the Christmas cookies. You looked over at him and tried not to laugh. It was like the look of a kicked puppy. You had earlier, when he'd tried to take one while you had your back to him, that he can look but he can't touch.
"You sure I can't just get one?" He asked again. You'd stopped counting how many times he'd asked just this afternoon.
You sent him an apologetic smile. "You can help me finish them up, then they be done a little quicker, and you can eat as many as you want to then." You've never seen him grab a knife that fast before, and soon he was spreading frosting over cookies.
Out of your eye corner, you saw him spread some of the frosting over his finger, before sticking his finger in his mouth. A giggle escaped your mouth. "Come here, Mura." You told him, and he slowly walked over to you. On tip-toes, your reached for him and placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "You forgot some there."
His eyes widened with surprise, and he sent you a smug smile before he spread a little frosting on your lips. "I guess you did so too." He added, before kissing you back.
Akashi: You were outside in the snow, walking hand in hand around his mansion. You could see his cheeks turn a little pink, and it was the cutest sight. You let go of his hand and did a squat in the snow. "Shouldn't we build something?" You asked, and started to make a small ball out of snow.
Akashi nodded, and began to make a bigger ball out of snow, soon big enough to be the middle of a snowman. You on the other hand, had made quite the arsenal of snowballs. As he began to make another ball, you fired your first snowball right at the back of his head.
He turned around, and seeing his surprised expression, you couldn't hold back your laughter. You fired your next ball, but this time he's quick enough to duck down before it hit him. "You really thought I meant a snowman?" You couldn't stop laughing, not even when he started to fire back at you, hitting you almost every time.
"Of course, I can't believe you had such an evil thought, making me build while you gathered snowballs!" He laughed back at you, even when he was hit with snow. You tried to jump out of the way for one of his snowballs, but instead you jump face first into one of them. You whipped it off, and ran towards him, tackling him down into the snow.
You both wrestled around in the snow, and soon you're both wet to the bones, and exhausted from fighting and laughing all the time. "We should go inside," he said. "before any of us catch a cold." He pushed himself up on his feet, and expanded his hand out to you. "Coming?"
You grab his hand and he pulled you to your feet. "Always."
Mibuchi: You laughed louder and louder as each second passed. You could almost see on Mibuchi's back, that he was getting more pissed as each second passed. He'd asked you several times to turn down the Christmas music now, but you just kept turning up the volume each time he asked.
"Don't you just loooove Wham!, Mibuchi?" You teased him, and it worked perfectly, seeing as he tensed up even more. You clasped a hand over your mouth, holding your loud giggles back.
You knew he would soon snap, so you slowly kept turning up the volume. At 75, he turned around with death in his eyes. He grabbed the controller to the CD player on the table next to him, and turned it off. Didn't work so well, since you just turned it on, manually at the player, again.
He sighed heavily. "Can I just get ten minutes of silence? I haven't heard anything else than remixes of shitty Christmas music, because Akashi decided that we should still train through Christmas break, and Hayama's only condition was that we trained to Christmas music. And of course it had to be remixes." He leaned back in the chair, and rubbed his temples.
Once more, he tried to turn off the music. You let him, and walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around him and kissed him on the cheek. He smelled fresh, and his towel-dried hair tickled your face, as you kissed him again on the other cheek. "Don't worry, my music isn't remixes." you said with a teasing smile on your lips, and giggled when you heard him sigh.
Hanamiya: After hours looking for the perfect tree, you both had finally agreed on one. Now you admired it standing in the middle of the living room, ready to be decorated with different kinds of ornaments, and lights. You felt something wrap around you from behind, so you looked over your shoulder. "Stand still," Hanamiya told you to. You just shrugged your shoulders and went with it.
He kept wrapping light string after light string around you, tightening them so much it was almost painful. Soon you were bound from top to toe. "Now you're mine to do with as I want." He remarked.
You let out a little laugh, and tried to move. You shuffled your feet, but not fast enough, and the floor was getting closer and closer as you fall. Your downfall suddenly stopped, as Hanamiya had grabbed the light strings tangled at your back. "Now now, we can't have you escaping." He pulled you back up, and kissed your neck.
"I'll like to get out again at some point." You said and felt his hands move down your body and stopped at your waist. His touch was so light, you almost couldn't feel it. It was a weird mix between the tightened lights, and his featherlike touch.
He leaned a little closer, so close you could feel his breath on your ear. "You will," he kissed your ear. "At some point." Maybe it wasn't so bad to get tangled up anyways.
Hey, I'm really sorry about this long break. I just haven't really felt like writing in a long time. Sorry to say. Plus I'm thinking about rewriting the earlier chapters, and I don't know if I'll do it before or after the requests I have rn
