I Need To Lock In I'm At Like 1.2k Words But I Keep Squealing Before I Can Finish Putting My Thoughts

i need to lock in i'm at like 1.2k words but i keep squealing before i can finish putting my thoughts into words (kms i wish i was joking 💀💀💀)

like i might just split it up into parts so i can just post it already i have no self discipline

kageyama is art donaldson and hinata is patrick zweig

  matamis ᵕ̈        filipino hc!timeskip!boyfie!        iwaizumi hajime x gn (filo?)reader ˎˊ˗

⋮⋮ ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𖥻 ⿻ : sharing halo halo   ⋮⋮  on a hot summer day with haji

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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ ( title translates to ‘ sweetness ’ 🤭 ) this is utterly and wholly self serving rahhhh !!! gonna be so honest i don ’ t speak the best tagalog ( my lolo and lola never taught me sigh ) so pls politely correct me if anything ’ s wrong ! <<33 ”

“sandali,” (wait a minute) iwaizumi used his spoon straw to push yours out from the bowl of halo halo as you were using the straw end, leaving you idiotically sucking on air through the straw before you completely registered what was happening.

you take your mouth of the straw and lightly hit him on the wrist as you whine, "bakit?" (why?)

a deep chuckle leaves his chest as he takes the spoon end of his utensil and starts stabbing the contents of the bowl, "babe, we haven't even mixed it yet-"

"i was taste testing it!" you argued back. all iwaizumi did in response was shake his head and click his tongue, continuing to mix up the bowl.

"you're always so particular about how we eat this," you huff, yet gave in and started helping him break up the toppings into the shaved ice dessert.

it was a hot summer day (arguably the best kind of day to eat halo halo), and you and iwaizumi decided to visit one of your favorite hole-in-the-wall destinations in the city. the owners were immigrants from the philippines, explaining why the resturaunt served the best filo food you've found in japan to date.

best of all, however, was that each summer the small restaurant brought back halo halo to their menu. and their halo halo had everything! what you and iwaizumi loved was that they didn't skimp on all the classic toppings–creamy ube ice cream, rich ube hilaya (jam), gulaman (gelatin), jackfruit, banana, and even crunchy corn flakes to finish it all off.

though your boyfriend's occupation as an athletic trainer meant he closely watched what he ate for the sake of being "healthy"... he could never deny getting a nostalgic taste of his childhood favorite whenever you suggested it during the summer months.

today–even though the owners had about four fans going in the room–it was so hot that the dessert was already starting to melt. getting impatient, you take a spoonful and quickly bring it to your mouth to avoid the evaporated milk from dripping on the establishment's table. (the sugar from the dessert is bound to leave the table sticky if any gets on it, and you wouldn't want to do that to the sweet lola (old lady) and lolo (old man) who ran the place.)

"hey! i wasn't done yet," iwaizumi protests, "you're gonna miss getting all the flavors in one bite, that's the point-"

you hold up a finger to shush him, closing your eyes savoring the taste you haven't had in months. he shuts up and lets you have your moment, but you notice a noticeable lack of clinking–almost as if your boyfriend isn't continuing on his usual halo-halo-eating ritual.

you crack one eye open to see him staring at you. not in a creepy way, but with a soft smile on his face. he had the look of admiration in his eyes... or maybe that was his sweat, you don't know. you open your other eye and tilt your head at him, amused.

"ano?" (what?) you tease, nudging his leg under the table with your foot, "haji, the halo halo's gonna melt, why aren't you eating?–"

"sarap?" (good?) he suddenly asks.

you go to reply "duh" but you're already eating another spoonful of halo halo so it just comes out in a hum, "mmrmh!"

he aimlessly digs his spoon into the dessert bowl a few more times, "y'know, i might just have to let you finish the whole thing-"

"HM? no way, we always share!" you go to prepare a spoonful with as many of the toppings as you can–the way you know he likes it–and hold it up to his face, your other hand underneath to prevent any from dripping on the table, "plus we already paid!"

like a toddler, he turns his face away, still glancing between the spoon and you, an annoying grin on his face.

"... sige!" (go on!) you were not about to let this bowl of heaven go to waste.

he guides your hand holding the spoon back to the bowl and nonchalantly shrugs, "i don't know why i always let you trick me into coming here, the amount of sugar in this is really bad for you-"

you groan at his health-talk, "but since when have you cared about that? it's lola and lolo's halo halo! it doesn't count."

then he laughs...

he's messing with you. now you can tell.

you don't know what he's trying to get at, but despite your frustration, you can't help but laugh a little with him (while eating that spoonful of halo halo for yourself, of course) because his eyes crinkle up as he smiles. the sound of his laugh makes you feel warm inside and you hope that by swallowing down another spoonful of frozen dessert your insides can cool down a bit from the sensation.

"yeah, well..." he starts, running a hand through his short hair, "also i think i could watch you finish this whole thing and i'd be satisfied."

"ano ba? (what the heck?) what are you even saying? did you get heatstroke?" you question before using the straw end of your utensil to sip some of the refreshing concoction in between you two. how could staring at you be better than eating halo halo? on a hot-ass day like this? you fear your boyfriend's gone mad from the heat.

almost as if he can hear your thoughts, he continues, "you look so happy every time you take a bite, you know that?"

you pause sipping from your straw, taken aback by the sudden comment.

he doesn't hesitate to add on, "sobrang ganda mo" (you're so pretty).

that's when you feel heat creep up onto your face, and hastily take another long sip from the cool halo halo, "d-don't be corny."

"i guess it's the nostalgia."

"you haven't even taken your first bite yet, you haven't even tasted-"

"mahal kita." (i love you)

"...... mahal din kita– kain na!" (i love you too– now eat!)

from that, he finally takes a bite of his own, and it's your turn to admire the lovely man that you somehow have the honor to have in your life.

height difference kuroo eternally just has me sat

HI HIHIII!! i have a silly request if you dont mind ×_×

there are a few haikyuu boys with longer hair (kenma, bokuto(?) etc.) and i wanted to see some reactions if gn!reader were to put pigtails in their hair heheheh

idk if this is more of headcanons than a drabble but youre the writer so please choose what u think is right T_T

fluff pleaseee >3< thats it!!!! cheers ro!!! laters!!!!

- 🍸 (begging for this emoji pretty pretty please with a huge cherry on top)

  hairdresser ᵕ̈        hq boys ( kenma , bokuto ,        kuroo , sakusa , asahi , yamaguchi ,        suna ) x gn reader ˎˊ˗

⋮⋮ ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𖥻 ⿻ : putting long-haired   ⋮⋮  hq boys in pigtails

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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ hello my new 🍸 anon (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ this idea is SO CUTE tysm for suggesting it . sorry it took a bit but i did both hcs and drabbles , just for you xoxo ”

︴kozume kenma ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

he doesn't know why you want to but he lets you anyway

i'd say, in high school at least, he doesn't really put his hair up (obvi since he doesn't do it during matches) because he doesn't know how he feels about how it makes him look in public

but when he's at home he'll def put it up if it's getting in his way of his video games

he actually has hairties strewn about his room, but for some reason they're like all different brands lol

"sometimes i run out and just grab the first one i see getting off the train."

you grab one that's hanging off the corner of his pc

"pfft didn't know you liked kuromi like that"

"oh that... that actually came from a set with a my mel tie..."

so OF COURSE you track down the my melody pair and start to comb through his blonde hair

he plays a game but asks you what his next moves should be in-game now and then to stay engaged with you, as you sit behind him and pigtail his hair

tbh i think his hair would feel dead af from the bleach as you style it but its ok you still love him!!!

"okay, done!" you open up your phone camera and hold it out in front of kenma. he quickly pauses his game and lightly grasps your hand holding the phone as he checks himself out.

"hm... i look ridiculous," he chuckles, "i look like a 5-year-old girl."

"yeah i don't think kuromi and my mel are helping with that, either," you joke. kenma shakes his head around for the two pigtails to swing about his head, the little character charms on the hairties clinking about and making you burst out in laughter. you try to line up your phone to take a picture of him, but he catches you in the act.

he gently swats your arm away and swaps the phone in your hand with his hand in the process, "babe, noo."

"just one? please?" you pry.

he shakes his head and takes your hand up to his lips, kissing it but mumbling out against it a firm...

"no."

"ken."

his eyes are still glued to the screen...

"no."

"with a cherry on top?"

he turns and leaves a quick kiss on your lips, looking into your eyes before whispering...

"no."

despite all his protests, though, rest assured you walked away that night with a new photo in your favorites album: kenma covering his face with his controller with the purple and pink sanrio bunnies holding up two blonde pigtails on the top of his head.

but that was inevitable, he could never resist his baby for too long.

︴bokuto kōtarō ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

"anything you want babe!!"

anything to spend time with his favorite person

theres too much fucking gel in his hair so you send him to the bathroom to water it down a bit

he comes out with his hair all wet and dripping and over his eyes screaming

"um, kō... did you even dry your- your hair...? baby it's getting all over the floor"

"oh! oh yeah, sorry about that babe, i'll do that right now for you"

but you see a glint in his pretty golden eyes

the fucking brat

he shakes his head like a dog, hitting you with water and you squeal at him to "go use a towel, idiot!"

nonetheless, once you put him in pigtails, he takes a look at the grey and black sprigs coming out from his head in the reflection of his phone screen and can't help but let out a hearty laugh

"this is great y/n, do another one on me, wouldy'a?"

"wait, really?"

"yes! plus, you like this stuff, right? if you're having fun then make me beautiful, beautiful."

he lets you take a few pictures before you hand him your phone to look for other hairstyles, & he takes the phone with a quick kiss to your lips

he scrolls on your phone trying to find a new hairstyle to have you do as you start undoing the ponytails on his head. his hair dried a bit while the pigtails were in, so you run your hand through his hair and ruffle it up a little bit to get rid of the indent the hairties made.

"oh! what about this one," bokuto beams, holding up a pinterest pin of a manbun, "do you think i got enough hair for you to do it?"

you take your phone back to get a better look at it as bokuto tries to gather up as much of his hair in his two hands and hold it up in an... attempt at a manbun.

you look at him and feel laughter bubble up in your chest, but you manage to make out a, "well we can certainly try, kō."

"really? can we?" he smiles at you. you nod and bokuto dives in to kiss you through your giggling. after a moment, you feel the still-damp ends of his hair fall to brush against your forehead, as his hands go from holding his makeshift manbun up to gently holding the face of his one and only love.

︴kuroo tetsurō ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

yeah no this loser definitely has a thing when it comes to people touching his hair

like a DEFENSIVE thing bc no one can convince me it's NOT the longest part of his morning routine

so it takes some convincing but he finally caves bc it's you the love of his life

"fine! but just this once!"

once again, gotta water down the gel

but this time he's like,,, weirdly embarrassed?? and shy?? and cute?? about the fact you're seeing him with his hair wet and undone like this

"baby you cannot tell anyone you saw me like this"

"aww but tetsu you look just as handsome like that"

"ok so we're lying now, i see how it is"

so you sit crossed-legged in front of each other on the floor, and you have him hold the comb and hairties

he sits there all pouty as he has to bend down a bit for you to reach his hair bc he's so tall end me

NO PICTURES!!! the bastard even tries to hide your phone

"tetsu! give it back!" you complain. you've crawled into his lap and yet his arm still holds your phone too high up and out of your reach. "i swear i won't post it anywhere–just one picture, please?"

"absolutely not!" he says through a chuckle. he cranes his neck up and uses your phone to look at his own reflection. he groans at the sight of his spikey locks sticking out from the two pigtails on his head.

"babe," he whines, "this is really messing with my self image."

"yeah right, as if the rest of you isn't literally perfect."

"not true! as long as my hair is concerned right now. but y'know what?" he finally brings your phone back down to his side but holds the side of your face with his free hand.

"what," you deadpan, before trying to quickly grab your phone back. but to your dismay, he holds it out behind his back and out of your reach once again as he continues.

"i'd feel a bit better if i could get a kiss. just a little one," he mumbles with that shit-eating grin you can't help but love, "who knows, maybe i'll feel so much better that i can give your phone back."

"and let me take a picture?" you ask hopefully.

he looks into your eyes and starts to caresses your cheekbone with his thumb, "well... that might depend on how good this kiss goes, yeah?"

least to say you got your photo, and then some other perks while you were at it.

︴sakusa kiyoomi ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

"omi, i don't think i've ever seen you with your hair up–"

"i put it up when i have to clean."

"oh right!"

you just never noticed because he wears a little bandana on top of it too cutie pie

but when you ask to put his curls in two little pigtails it takes a little bit of convincing

no one's ever really touched his hair before

he's the biggest sucker for you though so eventually he lets you have your way with him

and surprisingly, he feels so loved having his hair played with by your beautiful self and you just look so cute as you do it and you talk to him about the most generic things that this guy starts to get antsy

like i'm talking hands all over your legs and waist as you're sitting in front of him and as he's starting at you with literal heart eyes

he just needs to hold you you're so adorable to him rn

you can really see his two beauty marks with his hair pulled up and you give them a little kiss when you're finished

"look at him komori," you coo, facing sakusa's phone camera toward him with his cousin on the other end of the line. you had called komori to show off your work, but sakusa couldn't care less as he clings to you now that you're finally finished doing his hair.

"wow cous', this is definitely a new look for you," the brunette giggles through the phone. sakusa tries to hide his face in your neck and groans,

"don't you have anything better to do, motoya? bye."

and with that, sakusa takes hold of your hand and hangs up the call on his phone.

"i quite like it, omi! your cousin agrees with me too," you tease. sakusa can't help but chuckle lightly as his arms wrap around your torso tighter. you can feel the smile creep onto his lips against the skin of your collarbone.

"yeah, whatever. we can do this more often, i guess," he sighs, "the you-playing-with-my-hair thing, not the my-cousin-being-involved thing, mind you."

︴azumane asahi ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

omg shut up i will always have a soft spot for this man

ofc since his hair is very much on the long side, he already puts his hair up in a simple ponytail or the occasional manbun from time to time

so yes he agrees to the idea when you bring it up, even if it’s a different style than he’s accustomed to

he didn't think it was gonna be that much of a big deal, after all, he's tied his own hair thousands of times

what he didn’t realize, however, is how different the experience is when you’re the one combing your hands through his hair MMMM

he's absolute putty in your hands shut upppp

deliberately pulls out some strands so you have to sit there and play with his hair longer

"love i think you missed a spot."

"i literally saw you pull that piece out."

he’s between your legs on the floor as you sit on the couch, the volleyball highlights he was watching on his phone still running but now long-forgotten. he uncontrollably tilts his head back with every move you make as you run your hands along his hair, parting it and smoothing it down where necessary.

“‘sahi stop moving,” you giggle. all he can do is hum in bliss as you try to get his hair together amidst him leaning into your touch every other second.

"love, is the first one done yet?" he asks innocently, eyes closed, as if his scheming hasn't costed you an extra 20 minutes or so trying to fix his hair up.

"just keep watching your highlights and keep your head still!" you plea with a hairtie between your teeth, finally managing to gather one half of his hair into a ponytail. and just as you were ready to stretch the hairtie out and make the first loop around the bunch of wavy brown hair that you had in your hand, asahi just so happens to readjust how he's sitting beneath you, making some locks fall out from your grasp.

"asahi!" you let go off the hair and draw out a frustrated sigh. you can hear him chuckle as he leans his head against your thigh, turning his head to look up at you.

his hand is already guiding your dejected one back towards his hair, "oops, sorry angel. i guess you'll have to start all over again."

︴yamaguchi tadashi ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

how could he ever say no to you

i think esp senior captain!tadashi started on the habit of tying his hair back for games hot, so he actually does have a few hair ties on hand

but if you use hairties you KNOW he keeps some of yours on his own wrist in case you ever need one (🤭), even if not using them on your own hair like right now

he’s very well behaved as he sits on the toilet seat while you stand in front of him between his legs and get to work

the little piece of hair that sticks out from the top of his head is a pain in the ass tho

every time you think you've successfully smoothed it down, it springs back up again

meanwhile to pass the time, his hands rest on your hips as he asks you about your day, about what shows you’ve been watching recently—anything under the sun

"what happened then? tell me more sweetheart."

in the lulls of your conversation you can feel his thumbs lovingly glide back and forth along your hips im dying i love him

you stand behind yamaguchi in the cramped bathroom, him hunched over the sink as he observes himself and the new look you’ve given him.

you watch him through the mirror as he holds back a smile. his hand reaches about to touch the points at which the tips of his olive hear sprig out from the pigtails of your doing, his stomach peeking out from his worn out white tshirt as it lifts a little at the careful movements he makes.

he finally breaks the silence “yeah… i wouldn’t go out like this anytime soon.”

the two of you can’t help but burst out in laughter, at how ridiculous he looks and the ridiculous way you two have just passed the evening. the sound echoes along the tiled walls of the bathroom.

as your laughter dies down, yamaguchi turns and wraps those same arms that were poking at the pigtails in his hair, around your waist.

he pulls you close, “but they look good, love. maybe just not for me."

you look up at him and he swears he can see a universe of stars in your eyes, "you really think so tada? they were kind of rushed..."

"of course!" he leans his forehead to yours and touches his nose to yours, "maybe we can open a hair salon for you to hone your skills."

his comment makes you giggle, and he can't help but lean in closer to give your smiling lips a quick peck.

︴suna rintarō ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

you knew the only way you could achieve getting pigtails on this guy was by ambushing him

"zzz.."

so as he's dozed off on the bed, you slowly maneuver your way behind him

mf's a heavy sleeper so you eventually realize you actually don't have to be super gentle as you pull his hair into two little ponytails

his hair's already parted down the middle so it's pretty easy

goddamn is his hair silky smooth

you gotta ask for what products he uses bc holy shit why's he been gatekeeping them from you

i feel like his hair is long enough that actually they kind of sag down once you put them up in little curves coming out the top of his head like a bunny!!

but just as you're looping the hairtie one more time around the second pigtail, you accidentally pull on it a bit too hard and it quickly snaps against the top of his head ouch lmao

suna groans as he starts to shift and stir awake at the feeling of his head getting bonked. you have to restrain yourself from laughing as he absent-mindedly reaches back to see who it is that woke him up from his nap, hand slowly patting down your side. even through his sleepy haze, he can tell it's you and he lightly hums in contentment before turning around and engulfing you in his arms.

"sorry, rin, i didn't mean to wake you," you whisper.

for a brief moment as he's cuddling into you, he opens an eye to see your face. though you were trying hard to contain them, your laughter starts to escape between your upturned lips and suna's brows furrow in confusion. what's so funny?

he leans back again to find his phone on the bedside table and you watch as he catches a glimpse of his new hairdo before he can check the time.

all you hear is him mumbling something along the lines of, "you're something else," before he's plopping his phone down onto the sheets and he's tucking his head under your chin.

the two pigtails tickle your face like feathers as your ears begin to pick up on the sound of light snores as suna peacefully dozes off once again.

︴oikawa tōru ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

i also think he has really silky hair duh but he's definitely shared what products he uses with you

in fact he asks that you use some of the products from his bathroom when you tie his hair

"gotta do these locks justice, baby."

the whole time he's got a little smile on his face, mf is having the time of his life–getting his hair done and being close with the most precious person in the world to him? uhhh YES

he highkey whines about you pulling at his hair tho

"owwiee"

"oh suck it up tōru."

offers to do your hair as well crying

very gentle as he combs through your hair, too!! shit's calming asf, him humming a little tune as you tell him about your day and he lovingly runs his hands through your hair

when he's done doing your hair you take selfies together on his phone

definitely makes one of them his new phone background

pigtails out of yours and oikawa's hair, you're cleaning up the products and hairties scattered across the bedsheets when you accidently brush over the screen of oikawa's phone. the screen lights up with one of the photos you just took with him: you both winking at the camera with pigtails sticking out from the tops of your heads. there's some digital stickers he selected scattered about the photo, as well (a lot of hearts and flowers). he's in another room getting the two of you a snack.

"tōru! can you come over here real quick?"

you hear the pitter-patter of his footsteps as he rushes back to you with chips and drink cans in his hands, "what's up, precious?"

his phone in your hand, you hold it up to him for the screensaver to appear again, "are you serious? did you have to pick this one?"

at that instant he doubles over in laughter, so much so he embraces his arms around your head and falls onto the mattress again, making you both lay down next to each other. he moves his hands to hold your face, "what, why such the long face? you don't like it?"

"no... it's just that everyone who picks up your phone is gonna see it now," you explain, starting to laugh yourself because this boy's laugh is irresistibly contagious.

he leans in to give butterfly kisses to your nose, "yeah, that's kind of the point my love. want everyone to know how happy i am when i'm with you. don't we look so happy in that picture?"

you roll your eyes and reach up to play with his hair again as you two lay there in love, "i guess. but i can't believe you look better in pigtails than i do!"

"i look good a lot of the time," he jokes. his eyes drift down to your lips and after a beat, he presses his lips to yours briefly.

"but not even i can be more beautiful as you are all of the time."

  streetcorner ᵕ̈        akaashi keiji x gn reader ( pt. two ) ˎˊ˗

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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ after four years since the last part WE ‘ RE SO BACK !!!! ( lmk if you want me to start a taglist for this series . thinking of maybe like two or so more parts <3 WE ‘ LL SEE THOUGH ! ) ”

that happened on friday. you didn’t think much of it, just a random event in the many days that string on and on...

you return to your routine like nothing happened. two days have passed and the weekend spent on your own (as it normally is)–either in your apartment doing chores or food prepping for the week ahead, or out running errands at the various shops nearby–is over. 

now, it’s monday. and you have another whole workweek ahead of you once again.

as you’re walking down the sidewalk toward the street corner vending machine and finishing up your chocolate croissant, like you’ve done countless morning before, a calm voice calls out,

“you can pick first this time, i'll wait my turn.”

what a coincidence: it was the handsome stranger, from last week’s broken vending machine incident. he was wearing the same tan coat, and the same glasses. he looked at you with those same blueish-graying eyes, but this time you noticed them creased a little at the edges as he subtly smiled at you.

flustered at meeting him again, you politely gave him a quick bow, “thank you! um, yeah, wouldn’t want to break it again, like on friday...”

you fumble with your wallet to quickly swipe your card so you don’t have to keep him waiting, suddenly feeling a little self conscious that the stranger might see the bright cartoon character design on it. you select your choice: a warm latte, again.

you and the stranger quietly stand beside each other as the machine dispensing your drink sounds off, the soft sounds of morning in the city surrounding you. you wondered if you should say something to fill the silence–you already referred back to last week’s incident so maybe you could complement him on something. maybe his tan coat, or the glasses, or... 

huh. you didn’t quite know what else you could’ve talked to him about. 

granted, your interaction had been a bit more focused on the broken machine than really processing the person you broke it with.

but maybe, you could quickly find something to talk about. you try to sneak some glances at him but to your dismay, it seems the stranger has the same idea, and a few times in the handful of seconds it takes for your drink to be delivered to you, the two of you meet eyes. but then you two would quickly look off to something else on the street corner when you did so.

you did notice he carried with him a little backpack, ‘a university student?’ you thought.

he was wearing shiny-looking shoes, ‘hmm... too professional for a university student.’

you look back up at his glasses, ‘a professor, maybe–? oh shit he saw me looking–”

a little sigh of relief leaves your lips as the clunky noise of your drink falling down saves you from the silence. you look away and swoop down to slip your hand in the dispenser. you relish in the warmth of the can in contrast to your chilly hand. upon straightening back up once again, you turn to the stranger and bow,

“thank you–! um...? ” 

“have a good day– uh...”

you two speak over each other. and both of you are forced to trail off because, well, you don’t know each others names yet.

you offer him your free hand,

“l/n.”

he looks down at a it for a moment, but then takes it,

“akaashi.”

akaashi... that’s a nice name.

you nod, “thank you akaashi-san, i hope you have a good day as well!”

you see as you leave, he nods at you before he takes out his card to order the same thing he did yesterday: a cold canned latte.

،   ビー   ✧   プ   🌱 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗽 ... 

tuesday. strange, how you would normally love the silence of your morning walks, but in the silences with akaashi at the vending machine these past two times he’s been at it with you, you almost can’t bear the quiet.

you crack open your latte, a satisfying sound that filled the cold air. after taking a sip, you ask him the question you rehearsed in your head on the walk from your apartment to the drink machine, “akaashi-san, i’ve never seen you around here before, are you new to the area?”

a soft tumbling sound can be heard from the inside of the machine, and akaashi bends down to pull out his drink. (he had let you buy yours first, again. and they say chivalry is dead!) 

he pauses in the middle of opening his drink to give you an answer, “not necessarily. i live in the area, but usually i take a different route to work.”

mentally, you note: ‘so he’s working. good to know he’s not still in school. good to know i wouldn’t be some kind of cougar by talking to h–’

the sound of ripping metal as he finishes pulling the tab and snaps you out of your thoughts, “but i discovered this route is much faster so it– well, i get to catch up more on... on sleep in the morning by taking it.”

you laugh at his sheepish confession and in your mind you debate whether the redness on his face is from the cold or from shyness. ‘how cute,’ you think.

“ah, i see! so i assume you work late, then?” you ask, but receive no immediate answer. you look akaashi in the eyes and you can tell they’re trained on your croissant. you assume he wants to ask where it’s from.

“there’s a bakery nearby, um,” you spin around, trying to pinpoint a general direction the bakery would be from where you stood, finally shooting a finger in its general area, “it’s probably only a few blocks down, maybe a few turns and you’re there! it’s not terribly far.”

your sudden movements snap akaashi out of whatever trance he was in, and he quickly nods his head, “that’s good to know, thank you–”

you hear a grumbling sound. he must’ve skipped breakfast today.

“yeah i,” he clears his throat, “i’ll try to visit as soon as i can.”

،   クリ   ✧   ック   🌱 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 ...

another day, wednesday to be exact. you already have your drink. he’s about to get his.

“akaashi-san, why do you drink cold lattes every morning? in this weather?”

you’ve been wondering about it for the what was almost a week now. you just couldn’t fathom it, especially with your favorite feature of this vending machine in particular: the warm drinks. 

to your surprise, he laughs lightly at your question. and you quite like his laugh. it’s subtle, but is sounds so genuine.

he picks his cold can from the machine, “it wakes me up in the morning, i guess.”

you hum and swirl around your drink in its can a bit, “what do you even do that’s got you wanting to sleep so much, anyway?”

“i’m an editor. just an editor,” he replies before taking a swig from his drink, “nothing too fancy–a magazine.”

“ooh, which one?” you ask excitedly. maybe the old couple that employs you had it somewhere in the restaurant, and maybe then you could find more to talk about with him in the mornings.

“ah–” akaashi readjusts his backpack strap and his eyes suddenly start shifting around, “just uh... a youth magazine. literature. yeah! it’s about youth– or, um– young adult literature.”

‘why’s he being so nervous?’ you thought. you take another sip from your coffee, ‘”young adult literature”... oh! maybe he’s talking about those romance novels i always see in passing at book store window displays. is he the romantic type, then? maybe he’s embarrassed. oh, i shouldn’t have asked–”

“... ahh, okay!” you decided not to push further, “well that sounds fun. is that what you studied in school?”

“yeah, yeah...” he replies, his gaze shifting down to his shiny shoes, “i studied literature.”

then there came a lull in the conversation. 

... and you realize how dull your life seemed to be in comparison to this person you’ve happened to cross paths with. 

at least, when you thought about how he probably had a bunch of friends from his editor’s office, and they probably went out for karaoke and drinks like what you saw in shows on tv. maybe that’s why he’s always in such a need for caffeine in the morning–from going out late with coworkers the night before. he must be really smart, too, having to read through so many articles for a magazine. he probably even gets his name printed on each volume for what he does.

meanwhile you, you were just a cashier and waiter. not to get it twisted, you loved your employers and your job and your routine–but, you really didn’t have much else than that since you moved into the city. you were the only employee there, and your friends were still all back home. for the first time you realized: you felt kind of alone. kind of sad, when you thought of it.

‘please don’t ask me what i do for work, please don’t ask me what i do for work, please don’t–’

“so what do you–?”

the nearby train blazed by not too far off from where you two stood, cutting akaashi off before you had to reveal you didn’t have nearly as an interesting life as he did. the passing of the train, like it had just a few days prior, signaled an allotting of time you both had not intended.

akaashi quickly pulls up his coat sleeve to check the time on his watch–a very shiny one, you can’t help but notice. you set a mental note for yourself to look up how much editors make in japan on the internet later once you get behind the counter at work.

“oh, i’m sorry but i’m gonna be late,” akaashi says, taking another quick sip from his can.

“no! no, it’s fine, i should probably get going too,” you reassure him.

you both hurriedly give each other quick bows before you head off, each waving to each other with your latte cans in grasp.

،   クラ   ✧   ック   🌱 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 ...

today is thursday. you woke up and the first thing you thought of was: akaashi. 

it’s been almost one week and you hate to admit it, but he was the closest thing you have made to a friend other than your old couple employers since you made your move into your little apartment.

‘maybe it’s time to actually try to make a friend,” you thought as you laid in your bed, and in your subconscious you had an additional thought: ‘a really smart and good-looking friend at that.’ 

but you quickly dismissed that line of thinking. you were just some person he bumps into on the street at the vending machine each morning, you had to remember that. and as if you needed a boyfriend right now. you barely have any normal friends.

so, you find yourself at the bakery this morning as you stand in place, the tongs in your hand hovering over the last custard bread on shelf. you were lucky today that they didn’t run out yet. and usually, you’d savor this little victory for yourself but... 

you thought of your hopefully-soon-to-be-friend akaashi again. you remember the one time you were finishing your croissant in front of him, and his stomach grumbled a bit. of course! he must skip breakfast sometimes because he sleeps in from how late he was hangs out with his other actual friends at night. it all checks out now.

you quickly placed the custard bread on your tray and then reached over to grab a croissant the next shelf over. you were going to give him a share of your breakfast today.

you went up to the nice cashier lady and said, “this will be all. and! could you wrap them up separately? one’s a uh... a gift!”

clutching the two brown bags in your hand, you checked the time on your phone with the other. dealing with your inner turmoil at the bakery on whether it would’ve been weird to bring akaashi some bread or not cost you some time. you hoped you’re not late to seeing him at the drink machine, or that he didn’t already eat breakfast this morning, or that he thinks you’re some weirdo he just met trying to poison him with this food from out of the blue–

“l/n-san! good morning, i was wondering where you were,” a voice called out to you, waiting by the vending machine on the street corner. you could tell it was akaashi by his silhouette the morning sun drew around him, a small puff of cold air emitting from where his mouth had just spoken.

you felt relief wash over you as you smiled back at him, but that quickly became replaced with anxiousness as you glanced back down at the second brown bakery bag you were holding at your side.

as you approached him, his drink was already open and he was taking a sip, “sorry, i already got my drink. i know i usually let you get yours first but–”

“for you,” you cut him off, holding out the bag of custard bread, “... if you haven’t eaten breakfast already, that is.”

for a moment, akaashi stood there stunned, his can frozen in the air by his mouth. you felt yourself try to retreat into the warmth of your winter scarf, starting to regret this attempt at forming some kind of bond with the man. why would he take random food from a stranger anyway? what were you thinking?

you start to trip over your words, eyes darting everywhere to avoid his, “it’s custard bread, from– from that shop i mentioned earlier this week? i think it’s the best thing they have there and there was one left on the shelf today and i thought you might like to try it! i mean you don’t have to take it, i can just save it for later and–”

“i haven’t had breakfast yet today, actually,” akaashi finally admits. when you look back at him, he’s smiling at you as he takes the bag from your hands. your hands slightly brush and you quickly shove yours in your jacket pocket. ‘is the sun sunnier today? it feels warmer, when does spring start again?’

“thank you, l/n-san,” he says, rustling with the brown paper bag–opening it much neater than you ever do, actually–and taking the bread out.

“it’s no problem, akaashi-san,” you return with a grin, happy he appreciated your gesture. you proceed to pay and retrieve your warm coffee for the morning, as he takes bites from his bread and comments on about how good it is. you’re about to hum in agreement when–

woosh!

it’s the much louder hum of the train. you’re both late to your jobs, again. 

“the train,” akaashi mumbles through the last piece of bread that sticks out of his mouth, dramatically rolling his eyes, and you can’t help but laugh a bit at his reaction. he crumples up the brown paper and sets his sights on the trashcan beside you and next to the drink machine. it’s a little bit of a ways off but from his spot, he tosses it past you toward the trash can. and to your surprise, it actually makes it in.

despite how mundane the little trick was, as he goes to turn toward the road he disappears to when he leaves you in the mornings, you think to yourself, ‘how cool.’

“sorry for making us late again!” you call after him before he fully rounds the corner.

you see as he finishes the last of the custard bread and shakes his head, turning to you as he walks backwards, “don’t worry about it, thanks for breakfast l/n-san, and don’t forget about yours too!”

he lifts his can, first gesturing to the untouched croissant bag in your hand, then up at you. you hurriedly crack open the can in your hands to return the gesture with a nod. once he’s gone, you’re left with you, your chocolate croissant, and your reflection in the window of of the vending machine–a dopey smile on your face.

،   クラ   ✧   ック   🌱 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸 ...

friday. it’s been a week since you and akaashi broke the drink machine, and you’re astonished at how quickly you’ve grown attached to the cold-latte-drinker. god, maybe you really are that lonely.

‘but a friend is definitely a good thing’, you reason with yourself. it’s made getting up in the morning a little bit easier, knowing you get rewarded with a little chat in addition to your daily caffeine fix.

this morning, akaashi is there at the machine before you–again. 

as you walk up, you take a glance at the time on your phone. you’re definitely not late... did he get there earlier?

“morning,” he greets you, and you notice his hands were both shoved in his coat pockets.

“morning!” you quickly get a hold of your wallet to get your drink, so that he could finally get his, “did you not get your drink yet? you really didn’t have to wait for me, i didn’t even mind when you got yours before i arrived yesterday, seriously–”

“here.”

you turn to see akaahi’s hand has come out of his tan coat’s pocket, and is extending out a canned latte at you. you glance at him briefly, and he’s chewing on his bottom lip slightly in what you suppose is impatience–or could it be a bit of nervousness?

you reach out and take hold of the can. it’s warm.

“what about you? did you not get your drink yet–?”

“yeah, i did. see?” he brings an identical can out from his other pocket. you go to touch that one. that one is cold. of course.

you smile up at him and take your warm can for the morning and you both crack them open at the same time, taking a sip at the same time, too.

“it’s for thinking about me when you were getting breakfast yesterday,” akaashi explains, “so now we’re even.”

you shake your head politely with a little laugh, “there was no need to get even, akaashi-san, i just–”

“keiji.”

darting your head towards him, you watch as he fidgets with the aluminum tab of his can. a small smile on his lips, he repeats, “keiji. you can call me keiji, if you want, that is.”

you grip onto your can a bit tighter to feel its warmth, maybe in an attempt to distract you from the warmth fluttering around in your chest,

“y/n. if you want to, as well.”

then the train blares past, but only the sound of keiji’s name echoes in your head.

“i guess that’s our cue,” keiji says after the sound of the train fades away, and you happily nod. you two part, drinks in hand.

you wave back at him, “see you later– keiji!” saying his name felt like cotton filled your mouth, but it was cotton candy that lingered on the tip of your tongue.

“see you, y/n!”

maybe making new friends was as hard as you first thought when you moved here.

،   ああ   ✧   ああ   🌱 𝗮𝗵𝗵𝗵𝗵 ... 

it’s your last task before closing up and getting out of work for the week: taking out the trash.

usually you don’t have the unceremonious duty to fill up the dumpster out back behind the restaurant, but the old couple who owns it have noticed you’ve suddenly started to turn up late for work the past few days. 

you haven’t had the courage to admit that it was because you were so caught up befriending that same guy from the drink machine on monday, so you’ve taken up your trashy assignment quietly and without protest. 

it was only fair to the old couple, you already knew how much they do to take care of the establishment when it was just you three running it every day.

you reach down under the counter to empty out your little cashier trash can, when you catch a glimpse of the brown bakery paper that was once wrapped around the croissant you ate that morning.

funny, you’ve never had to spot it in this trashcan before, accompanying the empty can of your morning drink in there as well.

‘oh... that’s right.’

this morning you didn’t follow your usual routine of eating the bread first so you can throw it into the garbage at the vending machine. no, you were too busy talking to akaashi–or, keiji that you had to eat your breakfast on the route from the drink machine to work, instead.

the subtle change in your routine felt... different, in a way. 

but maybe different was something you needed in your life.

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