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I need some Yandere Bokuto and Yandere Akaashi! Maybe together because of the friendship bokuto and akaashi have if thats alright (If not then do it seperate)

This would be one of the most functional pairs to have, even despite their stark and clashing personalities.

You most likely met them in highschool and it was a blast to be around them. Albeit, a bit intense at times. Bokuto was incredibly difficult to keep up with, especially if you're on the more introverted side. He wants you to attend absolutely every single game he and Akaashi are in, he's not even against you coming to practice either! Please do just that, it boosts him so much!

Even if he does get distracted by your smile sometimes but who cares! He certainly does not!

Bokuto is like a whirlwind storm - you never know when to expect him but you know that once he steps close there will be nothing but chaos. He's fun, kind. Gentle even. He tries to be, for you. He can be oblivious towards your feelings sometimes but he always has your best interests at heart.

He would never forgive himself if something happened to you.

Bokuto is needy, incredibly so. If he's not holding or kissing you 24/7 then what's even the point? You give him energy, your mere presence gives him drive and confidence like nothing else. Soon enough his presence starts to become suffocating. He is so deeply intertwined in your life, like sticky glue which you can't shake off no matter how hard you try. He managed to force his way into every possible crevice inside your life and he is always aware of what he's doing. His perfectionist nature commands him to do so.

However, if Bokuto is the powerful storm itself, Akaashi is the calm before the storm.

He lurks. Constantly.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depends who you're asking) there are times when Bokuto can't be with you no matter how badly he wants to be. Akaashi becomes something of a second shadow of yours, constantly tailing after you, taking care of you in the most subtle yet gentle ways. He offers you water regularly, he has you wear his warm jacket on warm days and he regularly chastises you if you think of doing something stupid. He's not completely sweet to you though, his dry personality does not allow for that.

Akaashi throws all sorts of remarks your way but they're never hurtful. Bokuto is usually the victim for his quick witted jabs, but, when he says them to you they're just. Different. They're laced with affection and playfulness but his stoic face masks the true meaning behind his words. He keeps tabs on you in any way he can and Bokuto quickly catches on to this.

They don't have a proper discussion about the situation they're in. The two just come to a silent agreement that they will share you. They already know each other well and their trust cannot be shaken. Neither one is against sharing you with the other.

There are times when you are a fun trio of idiots, simply living life. You have dinner and goof off. Bokuto makes you laugh and Akaashi feeds you fresh food from the table. Bokuto has an iron clad grip on your waist while Akaashi blocks your exit. Despite the lighthearted atmosphere, there's a thick layer of tension in the air. They smile, but it's not reaching their eyes.

Could they be hiding something?

You are paranoid, you rationalize. What could these two clowns have something to hide?

Time passes, you're all still as thick as thieves. Bokuto has become a professional volleyball player and Akaashi became a manga editor. Due to his strict schedule, Bokuto can't see you as often as he'd like... Which is all day, every day. At least in highschool he had the excuse of classes but now?

He's got nothing!

That's where his good old pal Akaashi comes in.

He sends Bokuto photos daily. The duo have countless folders dedicated to you, all of which have different themes and aesthetics. Akasshi sneaks in as many as he can and you won't ever catch him in the act.

He has years of experience snapping photos of you in every way imaginable. If you ever had the misfortune of looking into his computer files, he'd go to jail for life.

Despite their hectic schedules, both of them manage to keep a tight leash on you. Bokuto is quick to make work of anyone who has any sort of romantic inkling towards you, unless Akaashi tears into them first with his sharp tongue.

Neither option is safe. If you're on the receiving end of either, you will be left in a puddle of your own tears. Perhaps even blood.

You cry and complain to them - why have all your friends left you? Was there something wrong with you? Why was no one looking at you, what sort of defect did you have?

Akaashi's shirt is soaked in your bitter tears as he has his hands on your shoulders while Bokuto sits behind you, his chest pressed straight against your back. He is doing everything he can to not pounce on you right there and then but he knows better - patience is key. Pity he lacks that quality.

Luckily for him though, Akaashi has it in spades.

And they sit there with you on the sofa, the soft pitter patter of the rain hitting the window as you sob your heart out towards your two closest friends, oblivious to all of the things that they have done. You don't know how many people Bokuto had to beat up in order to get you where you are. You don't know how many people Akaashi had to scare the living crap out of in order to have you in his arms.

Bokuto gently blows in your ear, most likely in a teasing manner. You look up and in your shaky gaze are met with Akaashi's hungry stare, his dark eyes boring so deep into your own that you feel as though he could swallow you whole. A pair of powerful arms wrap themselves around your waist, securing you in place as Bokuto places his lips on your neck. He nibbles on the soft flesh as Akaashi leans in and steals the kiss he had dreamed about all those years ago.

Finally, they have you. No one is coming for you, they made sure of it. You don't need anyone anymore. They are your world from this point onwards.

Akaashi dating hc's

Pairing:Akaashi x gn!reader

A/n: I've been thinking about Akaashi for quite a few days so i decided to write this☺️🖤

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Ohhh my fav boy from haikyuu!!!😫😫 He is so perfect

So dating Akaashi means basically that you two are like parents to Bokuto. Honestly i wouldn't be surprised if he call you mom/dad one time without realising it😂 it's not like a bad thing though it's nice for both of you.

I am totally convinced that Akaashi's favourite dates are library dates after school. You'll both do your homework (he'll help you out with everything you don't understand) and if you like to read books he will stand and read with you

Akaashi will listen to you talk all day if needed to. He loves to listen to your voice and will drop anything to listen to you. You don't have someone to talk to? Call him. You want to tell someone about your day? Ask him. You want to plamp about a new book/film you've seen? Tell him about it. He is just a great listener.

Akaashi loves to share headphones with you while you listen to music together. It's like calming for him. If you don't have the same taste of music well that's okay with him.

He won't directly hold your hand. Akaashi will simply start by holding pinkies with you untill he actually grab your hand. He is just gentle.

Talking about gentle. Akaashi is very gentle. He has rough hands, because of volleyball. Most of time they might be bandaged, but he will always be gentle while touching, hugging, holding hands etc.

He loves tee. Every time you are at his place to study or just to hang out, Akaashi will make tee for both of you. If you don't like tee he'll make you something else.

Ramen dates!!! The boy loves ramen and i am convinced. It's just so simple and so romantic at the same time. Akaashi think they are the perfect time for both of you to relax and talk about your days and stuff.

He would love to see you at his games. He won't be too distracted by you dw. Akaashi would just know that you are supporting him through the whole game even if you aren't able to watch him.

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Hello!🖐🏻 Can i request Akaashi with reader who wears glasses? Thanks a lot and feel free to ignore!

A/n: i am literally going tomorrow to get glasses😅😂

I added Oikawa and Kageyama too.

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Oikawa🩵

We all know he wears glasses too so he'll find it cute and he'll think it counts as you two matching.

Speaking of matching he WILL get you two matching glasses frames. Probably his school colours.

Oikawa will sometimes steal your glasses and hold them above his hamd to watch you struggle to get them. THAT untill Iwaizumi slaps him behind his neck and he gives you your glasses back.

He loves when you take his glasses while he is wearing them and clean them up for him amd put them back on him.

Kageyama💙

Kageyama wouldn't really mind the fact that you wear glasses, it won't bother him either.

He wouldn't tease you about the fact that you wear them like Oikawa and he'll actually think it's cute that you wear them.

If you wear glasses with his school colours the man will get frustrated. Don't blame him though.

Akaashi🖤

Can i just start by saying how much i love Akaashi? Like he is perfect ☺️

Okay now let's start with this

I am not really sure if Akaashi wears glasses while he is a second year or just in the time skip, but either way he wouldn't really mind the fact that you have glasses. Actually he'll think it's adorable

He won't make fun of you like Oikawa 🖐🏻 he is just not the typa guy to do that

He'll always go to your appointments with you if you are nervous or if you aren't just to keep your company

I need Akaashi in my life

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How do i look? Beautiful.

Pairing:Akaashi x reader

A/n: i went to choose my glasses>< and because i love Akaashi i thought immediately of him when i stepped in the shop sooo yh

Btw sorry I have written anything in a while I didn't have the motivation but here i am 😭

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There is a reason why you can never bring Akaashi while you go shopping. Everywhere you went, everything you tried on it was beautiful to him. Why? Because it was on you. He liked everything you wore simply because he thinks you're perfect.

You both decided to go the mall to eat something after his training (somehow you managed to do that without Bokuto). While you two were eating you spoke "Keiji can you go with me to the shop on the second floor i want to try a few things and i need your opinion?" "Of course darling"

As you two stepped into the shop you immediately started looking at all the clothes you want to try. Taking them with you as you stepped into the fitting room to try the first outfit. You stepped out of the room seeing Keiji leaning against the wall next to you. You quickly spun and asked him what he thinks of you. "You look as mesmerising as always darling" okay, okay he likes the outfit. You quickly changed into the second one that you didn't really like, but decided to try it anyway. Walking out of the fitting room you asked him again what he thinks. He again complimented you.

As you tried on different clothes and accessories with them every time you asked Akaashi what he thinks he always gave you a compliment on how you looked, even if you didn't like how it looked on you.

"You know you don't have to compliment me on every thing. I need your honest opinion so i could choose what to get." You pouted and crossed your arms over your chest. "It's not my fault everything looks good on you." he shrugged. "You are no help!" You blushed and quickly turned around to change...again.

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Honestly y'all are giving me more reasons to want an Akaashi

“OH GOD, IT’S NOT FAIR OF HIM TO MAKE ME FEEL THIS MUCH!” (HQ BOYS)

ATSUMU: says things out of nowhere that it makes you feel butterflies. it’s so sudden that it hits you like a tidal wave that knocks the air out of you. the two of you could be laughing at some random thing and suddenly, he opens his mouth to mention something, “your smile.” he says, almost out of nowhere, eyes looking at you with so much fondness that you refuse to believe that someone could ever look at you that way. “my smile? what’s wrong with it, tsum?” you question, and he chuckles, “oh, there’s nothing wrong with it.” a goofy smile plants itself over his face, “it’s just.. it’s so pretty. i want to see it more.” he says, resting his forehead over yours. “wanna be the person who makes you do all that—smile and laugh. you’re so beautiful.”

AKAASHI: “you were saying?” he questions as he’s scribbling over his notebook, studying for a test he’ll take the next day. the question almost surprises you. “i was saying..?” you ask, eyes on him as he looks busy enough writing over his notebook rather than listening to your nonstop blabbering. “yeah? you were talking about the book you just finished reading.” he says, and you sat there surprised, silenced and unable to fully process what you just heard. “well?” he ushers you to speak, the tone of his voice coming out as if he wants to hear more from you. and you couldn’t help but stare at him in disbelief. “you.. you were listening?” you respond with a timid voice. your boyfriend lets out a chuckle, dropping down his pen to look at you with interest in his eyes. “of course i do. i’m always listening to you, honey.”

KUROO: you weren’t sure what just happened, but all you could process was the fact that you’re suddenly lifted by the strong arms of your boyfriend as you walked through the hallway of the campus. it was supposed to be a normal day. you sighed, trying to ignore the stares of the students around you (and yaku, literally staring at the both of you in disgust). “tetsu, what are you doing? what’s all this? what’s happening?” you throw your boyfriend a wave of questions, unable to get a glimpse of the motive behind his actions. the deep chuckles from him reaches your ears, and you almost had to be grateful for being carried bridal style so as to not feel your knees weakening from the sound he just made. “am i not allowed to care for the love of my life?” he says, almost as if it’s an obvious fact. you roll your eyes, not convinced. you open your mouth to say something, but he beats you to it—“you mentioned you walked home yesterday, right? you know, it’s pretty convenient to take the bus sometime. your house is pretty far from here. your feet must have been aching. let me take care of you, alright?”

OIKAWA: “delivery for the most beautiful person in the world!” he knocks on your classroom door, catching the attention of your classmates. you mildly panic, a rush of embarrassment flowing over you as you’re greeted with teasing smiles and chuckles. you see, tooru always had the tendency to do these things. and it honestly surprises you ‘till this day. he makes you feel so openly loved that it scares you it might disappear someday. your heart beats at a fast pace as your boyfriend nears you, eyes never leaving your figure as the corners of his lips are raised upwards. he places a bouquet of flowers on your desk, along with your favorite food on a plastic bag, and you almost choke a cry. “what’s all this?” you question, looking at him with suspicious eyes. he chuckles, “is there anything wrong with a boy simply wanting to show his love to his favorite person in the world?” his hand reaches to cup itself against your cheek, his warmth cascading over you. “let me show you what you deserve. i’m right here.”

USHIJIMA: you let out a sharp breath as you’re suddenly being pulled to collide against a strong chest which happens to be your boyfriend. you’re about to ask what just happened when he speaks first, “be careful. you were about to hit a lamp post.” your eyes widens, looking to the side to notice that you were, indeed, about to bump against one. guilt quickly begins to rush over you. “o-oh.. i’m sorry, i get really clumsy and bad at these things—“ you try to explain yourself apologetically, but your boyfriend cuts you off before you could finish your statement, “please don’t apologize. these are simply trivial matters.” he tells you. it’s only ‘till then you notice his arm wrapped around your waist in a protective manner while he keeps you steady. “matters like these are the reason why i’m here. let me be the one to keep you out of danger.”

KITA: “this one’s wrong. you messed up the formula halfway, that’s why the rest of the equation is wrong.” your boyfriend explains to you as he compares his math homework with yours. you couldn’t help but chuckle in embarrassment, inwardly beating yourself up for being dumb infront of him. you scratch the back of your head, “s-sorry, i could really get confused over these things.” you apologize, and your boyfriend could only nod in understanding. “in this number too, you got the formula wrong. you’re supposed to use this.” he then adds, pointing to a certain number on your paper. you couldn’t help but feel small under his gaze. “r-right.. i’m sorry, i promise i’ll do better.” you reply apologetically. but your discomfort doesn’t go unnoticed by shinsuke. his eyes worriedly looks at your figure as he quickly slides an arm around your waist, “hey, it’s okay. don’t worry about it.” you could feel his thumb rubbing against the fabric of your shirt as a way to assure you. “you’re doing amazing, believe me. just let me know if you’re confused anywhere. i can always help you. you’re okay.”

Your Insta as Akaashi's partner

A/n:i actually love this one

Enjoyyy @sanaexus

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Caption:Dates on a cafee

Comments:

Akāshii_: notice how peaceful it is?

↪Kenmaamer:Yes btw?

↪KotarO: THAT'S BECAUSE I WASN'T THERE!! THE BETRAYAL

↪the.one_and_only: Get a gf and we can go on double dates

Daichii_Sa: I also need that

↪Levaiba:YES

↪Yakk.Msuke:🤨

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Caption: He's explaining something to Lev and Ko

Comments:

Levaiba:I ACTUALLY GOT IT

↪Yakk.Msuke:I doubt that

↪KotarO:i didn't got it tho

↪the.one_and_only: THEN WHAT WERE YOU DOING THERE FOR LIKE 30 MINUTES??

Tetsuroo: Lev,leave Akaashi alone, we need him for the training

↪Levaiba:I WANNA PLAY TOO

↪Tetsuro_Ko:Then play??

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Caption: He's reading to me❤️

Comments:

KotarO:Akaashi!! Why don't you read to me?!?! 😭

↪Akāshi:Bokuto-san please don't start

↪KotarO:😭😭

↪Tetsuro_Ko:Look you made Bokuto cry

↪the.one_and_only:Yeah Keiji

↪Akāshii: Aren't you supposed to be on my side??

↪the.one_and_only:no(yes)

Shoyoolly:Were are you even??

↪Tsukkii:Where**

↪Shoyoolly:TSUKISHIMA!!

↪Akāshii: Isn't it obvious where we are?

↪Kags.volley:Not really

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Caption:We are discussing the summer camp guys!!

Comments:

Shoyoolly:WOHOOO

↪Kags.volley:TIME TO WIN!!

↪Tetsuro_Ko:Nuh uh

↪Daichii_Sa:Uh huh

↪the.one_and_only:Nah neither of you will win

↪Oiksii:PHAHAHA

↪the.one_and_only:the fuck you doing here??

↪KotarO:Pfff

Kenmas: I'm gonna see Shoyo?

↪the.one_and_only:yes.

↪Kenmas:If your bf wasn't Akaashi i would have told you i love you but i have too much respect for him

↪Akāshii:thank you.

↪Tetsuro_Ko:KENMA??

↪Shoyoolly: I'M GONNA MEET KENMA!!

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Caption:LOOK!!

Comments:

Akāshii:It was truly beautiful, not as much as you tho.

↪Daichii_Sa:awww

↪KotarO:Akaashi!! Am i beautiful??

↪Tetsuro_Ko: Here we go again

Koshii_Sugaa:You need to show me which one you've bought

↪the.one_and_only:I promise i will

↪Akāshii:I think you'll really like one in particular

↪the.one_and_only:Omg yess!! Keiji is right

↪Tetsuro_Ko:Still not used to someone calling him Keiji

↪the.one_and_only: Sounds like a you problem ngl

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a train rumbled overhead. the shadow it casted on the buildings around you had a continuous line of square windows that let the morning sunlight though. the rapid speed at which they moved on the concrete walls reminded you of a film strip. for such a brash pairing of sensations, it was quite a fond noise that accompanied everything else in the mornings. 

every morning for you has been the same, for what feels like forever. venturing a hand from the warm pocket of your wooly jacket, you tug at the scarf wrapped securely around your face to cheerily create a cloud of hot breath in the cold air. you then realize that in reality, it’s only been a few months you’ve been experiencing mornings like this. but the time that’s passed since you emptied out your last box of belongings has been eventful, after all. 

you’ve found a substantial job at a hole-in-the wall restaurant, of which the owners were extremely welcoming of you to your new city life. they were an old couple. they were definitely traditional, but still managed to be fun. you can’t think of a dull time at the restaurant since you were hired. they loved to play upbeat old-fashioned songs as you prepared to open up shop, and the elderly woman always invited you to sing along with a lively step that somehow outshone yours as a young individual. and overall, you found them quite adorable, too. they almost fawned over you, and were flustered with themselves at the most minute sign you felt out of place.

although it’s temporary, it’s definitely a job you want to keep for a while, you think. it’s location isn’t even very far. that’s why you usually opt to walk there. along the way, you’ve made it a habit to stop by the bakery just outside your apartment building. after taking a tray you either delve your tongs straight to the chocolate croissants, or––on the rare occurrence there’s none left––you settle for custard bread. after the cashier wraps up your order, you’re on your way. the brown paper is almost immediately ripped open once you exit the bakery, though. you try not to let the nice cashier see that part.

by the time your pastry has been reduced to nothing but a few mere crumbs, you’ve reached the drink machine. the drink machine humbly stands alone at the curb of a fork in the road and is lined with buttons that have always remained green, you assume it’s because you manage to catch it after it’s very early morning refill. it’s visibly quite old, some of its labels are almost entirely scratched off and there is bits of rust if you really pay any mind to it. but what makes it special, is that it’s one of those drink machines that offers cold and hot options for its beverages. 

it also conveniently has a trash bin sitting next to it. that’s where your brown bakery paper ends up. from there, you happily click one of the green buttons. the beverage isn’t always the same, but as long as it’ll get you energized, it’s what you’re sipping on for the rest of your walk to the restaurant.

you watch the brown paper for this morning lightly floating down into the virtually empty trashcan, the only thing on your mind being the push and pull of either drinking a latte or tea from the machine in front of you. your hands work without even thinking, taking out your subway card with your eyes focused on the cartoonish design you had picked for it months ago. you find it funny because you rarely use the train on daily basis. it still serves a purpose: paying for your morning fix.

your body works almost as if it were on some kind of autopilot. you swipe the card without even bothering to check if it registered. you replace the card to it’s rightful spot in your wallet before reaching out your hand. you’ve finally chosen what you’ll be drinking this morning: a warm latte.

the green button under the canned latte on display behind the plexiglass gives way to a satisfying click. but at that moment, someone else’s hand flies into you line of sight, pressing on the button immediately to the right–the cold latte.

you and the stranger jump back from the machine. comically enough the both of you are still blankly holding your wallets, and small puffs emerge from your open mouths in the cold air.

he’s quite tall, you have to tilt your head upwards to look at his surprised expression. he’s also got a heavy tan coat, fitting for the weather as of late and quite fashionable, you’d have to admit.

he’s also undoubtedly handsome.

his widened blueish-greyish eyes, framed by sophisticated-looking rectangle glasses, complement this handsome appearance very well, you think. 

but shortly enough, you both hear a metallic rattle coming from the machine’s insides. the two of you turn your heads to stare as the sound comes to an abrupt, and concerning, stop. anyone could tell you that it definitely didn’t sound good.

then, the stranger shoots down into a bow.

“i'm so sorry,” the man rushes in apology. soon, you almost break your back returning the bow. 

“no, no, i'm sorry, i should’ve been paying attention,” you insist, aggressively shaking your head.

“i was in a rush, i should’ve slowed down,” he blabbers before you decide to speak up again in response with something along the lines of how surely enough his reasons for rushing were completely valid unlike yours.

anyone could see where that conversation was going to end up.

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

after exchanging numerous apologies on both sides, the two of you decided to ask a nearby shop owner for advice on what to do. entering a small clothing store, the lady at its desk was generous enough to call a service worker for the both of you. she, however, was not generous enough to let you two loiter in her radiator-heated shop.

you both remained near the machine, waiting for the worker to arrive. in the time that passed, you hadn’t even given the man next to you any thought. your mind was occupied with how to make up for being late to the owners of your workplace, and also yearning for the heated inside of the shop once again.

a white van with a friendly and inviting service design pulls up, and an incredibly old man makes his way out of the driver’s seat. 

“this drink machine is a very good one,” the man awkwardly comments, “it’s one of the few around here that have the hot drink option.”

“yeah,” you hum. you debate continuing the conversation––possibly commenting an ‘i find that special about this machine too!’ or really anything you could’ve mustered up. but an untimely pause already asserted itself in the time you’ve been thinking of what to say, so you almost give up. the worker is still digging around in the drink machine’s wires, you can hear the small clinks of metal because it’s so quiet. you’re both still standing there, awaiting the verdict of the machine’s condition when another train finally rumbles by, finally filling in the silence.

“it’s a shame we’ve broken it for the morning,” you quickly say after the thundering track noises fade away, side glancing him as you speak light-heartedly, trying to alleviate the awkward feeling between the two of you. to your relief, you can hear him crack a soft chuckle. you look to your side to see him smiling at you, nodding in agreement.

“yeah, a real shame.”

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the vending machine on the corner got fixed thanks to the incredibly old service man. you feared you would get fined because frankly, you don’t have all that much extra money to spend at the moment (and you wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of a stranger who looked so refined and good-looking). but the old man, like your employers, was as much of a nice man as he was old. he even got you and the stranger your desired drinks from the machine’s inner supply before locking it back up again.

after the service worker hopped back into his van, you and the nice cold-latte-man bid your goodbyes and went your separate ways. 

upon your arrival at the restaurant, the old couple almost ran over you once you stepped foot in the door. you were bombarded with questions of “what happened?”, “did something happen to you?”, “are you alright dear?”.

a smile couldn’t help but spread on your face and you managed to take a sip of what last remained in the canned latte. you grabbed a hold of the old woman’s hand and spoke to the both of them, explaining your dilemma with the broken vending machine and the handsome stranger (yes, you informed them on the man’s appearance, and their not-so-subtle excited reactions made it all the worth it).

they finally let you go, satisfied and at ease knowing you didn’t get seriously hurt on your way to work. now being able to freely move, you go to grab your apron and start today’s work shift. but before you can forget, you toss the empty latte can into the trash bin behind the counter.

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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ as much as i ' d like to say i ' m the second one i ' m actually the first one but that doesn ' t mean people like the first one can ' t still mean well <//3 ( not proofread !! )”

the kind of bouquet that was bought at the grocery store because they don’t know all too much about flowers other than that receiving them brings your beautiful smile to your face. being able to tell they tried taking off the price sticker even though it couldn’t possibly have cost any sort of concerning amount, but they don’t want you worrying about things like that regardless. instead, you can tell by even that small and simple of a gesture that they’re always trying their best for you because they love you so much.

✧﹒࿔*∗ : ･ﾟ︴bokuto, kuroo, daichi, noya, kageyama, ushijima, asahi, aone, aran

the kind of bouquet where each flower was painstakingly picked out and then wrapped in charming brown paper. they take the bouquet from your arms briefly as you go to read the little note that came with it. it’s about how they looked up the meaning to each flower and picked the ones that reminded them of you and and all the things they love about you. they might not be good with words all the time, but they hope a gesture like this can make up for it.

✧﹒࿔*∗ : ･ﾟ︴akaashi, iwaizumi, kiyoomi, kenma, tadashi, tsukishima, osamu, kiyoko, suna

the kind of bouquet that’s just massive and overflowing out of the measly sheet of newspaper it’s meant to be wrapped in. the scent is pleasantly overwhelming as you attempt to look over the flowers, where you see how they’re grinning ear to ear like a child on christmas day. you can barely even count how many flowers you’re holding in your arms, and they even have to place a hand in front of the bouquet to help prevent it from slipping out between you both as you two share a heartfelt kiss.

✧﹒࿔*∗ : ･ﾟ︴oikawa, tanaka, hinata, sugawara, tendo, atsumu, lev, yachi

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the blissful feeling of laying on their chest, snuggled up to their side and hearing up-close the quiet whistling of them inhaling in and out. as they scroll on their phone you can hear the videos play, and get cut off, and start again—but you choose to focus on the sound of their steady heartbeat from right up against your ear.

and along the expanse of your back, their other free hand lingers and traces your spine, up and down. whenever they get up to your shoulders, their hand stops and lingers for a moment, circling and drawing invisible shapes. the light graze and scratch of their fingertips leave your brain fuzzy and your insides tingly.

yet, they’re still swiping along video after video, completely unaware of how much, to you, they utterly feel like home.

✧﹒࿔*∗ : ･ﾟ︴kuroo, yamaguchi, sakusa, asahi, kageyama, daichi, sugawara, akaashi, tsukishima, ushijima, atsumu, osamu, kenma

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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ this ones for my hand huggers out there , yall know what ' s good ”

the type that when you wordlessly and calmly stretch out your hand at them, palm open and fingers twiddling in mid-air, they don’t instinctively go for a high-five or some sort of good-mannered wave back. this person, in an unspoken moment of unadulterated loveliness, gets the memo, and gently interlocks their hand with yours in a small warm embrace, maybe even letting you tilt your connected hands side to side, back and forth. there’s a mutual understanding of the need for human connection, through touch, and even if your hands are hugging for just a short moment, it leaves you both feeling fuzzy and loved.

✧﹒࿔*∗ : ･ﾟ︴sakusa (at least once you’re already dating), akaashi, hinata, sugawara, yamaguchi, kita, yachi, iwaizumi, tsuki (also only when you’re at least dating)

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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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akaashi always handwrites you notes on special occasions. the first one you had the pleasure to receive was for your one-month anniversary. you had seen his handwriting on the assignments you’ve worked on together or the exams he’s gotten back, but that was the first time you saw his written words dedicated to you.

you’d be lying if you said that first note didn’t make you tear up a little bit.

he always uses a black, fine tip ballpoint pen when he writes his notes to you. his handwriting is practiced and wispy—you can tell each stroke flows through to the next yet it’s not rushed, it’s careful. you know that because his words indenting ever so slightly through the paper they’re written on is evidence he’s a little heavy-handed as he translates his words to you through ink. it shows he really means those words you read off the page.

and another charming detail about your ever-growing collection of “keiji notes” is that they have stickers on them. small ones, blink-and-you’d-miss-it ones. in the margins, or in the corners, or even right by where he signs his name—laying claim to the inky confessions precededing it.

but for the life of you, you can never seem to find where he keeps them. the stickers, that is.

you’ve been together for a little over a year now—a year filled with many, many stickered notes—and yet you’ve never seen a single sticker sheet in his possession.

not in his bag…

nor his locker…

not in the drawers of his room’s desk…

nowhere!

and other than where he kept them, you had plenty of other questions. how many did he have? where’d he get them from? when did he get them? you spend so much time with him yet have never seen with your own eyes him buying them.

it was like a special mystery to you; something yet to be discovered in you and akaashi’s relationship that kept it fresh as long as it remained a secret. to preserve this little bit if whimsy, you never voiced out your curiosity. a silly part of you was convinced if you dared to even mention the stickers, next thing you’d know, they’d stop appearing in your precious notes from akaashi.

so you let it be. you accepted it without asking your questions—occasion after occasion, note after note…

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

that was until one day: a friday night in winter as soon as school got out for the week, when the two of you were at a local corner store, splurging on snacks for a cozy night in with akaashi at his house. you had lost him in the fluorescent-lit aisles in your excitement to assemble the ultimate date night feast for the two of you.

after you’re finished carefully selecting the ramens and drinks and chips you concluded would perfectly accompany the queue of movies you and akaashi had picked over the past week’s lunch breaks, you start to roam the aisles to reunite with him.

peeking over the mountain of cheap treats you have balanced in your arms, you finally spot him in the very corner of the store, intently looking over a section of an aisle, “keiji, i’m ready to check out now!”

hearing your voice, he quickly turns around and you catch a sheepish smile creep onto his face as he leaves what he was checking out to make his way over to you. he immediately starts gathering some of the food items you have piled up in front of your face in his own arms to help alleviate your load.

with each new small snack pack akaashi took on, you get a clearer view of which aisle the two of you were standing in—it was the stationary aisle.

you look further down to where your boyfriend just was. he was looking at the corner store’s sticker sheet selection.

so that's where he gets them from.

“you think we’re really going to finish all this?” akaashi’s voice snaps your attention back to him. now with his own arms holding up a dozen or so items, he starts heading toward the self-checkout.

without getting a moment to further think about catching your boyfriend red-handed (sticker-handed?), you start trailing close behind—pointing out something along the lines of how he always pays for your date night food expenses, and so he could simply ask you to return some of the items back onto the shelves if he was so concerned.

and as the items get scanned (beep… beep… beep!) and akaashi packs them into the provided ‘thanks for shopping with us!’ plastic bags (all for him to carry out the doors of the corner store himself, so that you don’t have to worry about lifting a single finger), he defends himself with something that sounds vaguely like, “you’re too cute for me to resist. that’s not my fault!”

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

you both make your way back to akaashi’s place under the street lights, alternating between periods where you can see each others faces lovingly looking at each other and small stretches of time where you have to rely on your voices to communicate that same emotion.

akaashi always had a way with words, written or otherwise. he’s quiet with his volleyball teammates or when he’s in class. with you, however, he makes sure your voices always mingle in his ears no matter what—always asking you to elaborate on things to hear your voice more or telling you about all the mundane things about his day that reminded him of you.

but while he thought he may have diverted your continuously flowing conversation away from the corner store sticker incident, he thought wrong.

“how many stickers do you have?” you quickly ask in a hushed voice as soon as your back-and-forth banter reached the smallest lull, beating akaashi to the punch with one of the questions that have been floating in your mind for so long.

“hm?” his voice perks up.

“stickers. like the ones on the notes you give me…” you trail off, as it feels weird acknowledging the childish touch to the heartfelt paragraphs you’ve been receiving for so long.

you’re both passing through between street lights, but you can almost hear akaashi’s smile grow in the dark as he asks, “you saw me in there looking at them?”

“yes!” now you’re in the light, and his smile is in fact there, making your heart skip a beat. but you push that thought away—he can’t charm his way out of this one—as you push him further, “now tell me! how many do you even have?”

“hm…” the rumble of his hum slices through the chilly night air as he thinks, “i have a few holiday ones, for when i write cards for the team—santa hats, birthday gifts, volleyballs, stuff like that."

“the stickers i get don't look like that,” you comment questioningly.

akaashi agrees with you with another calm hum, “yeah, well… i only really started buying the cuter stickers when– when i started going out with you, so—"

you feel your face warm up despite the cold breeze gliding past the two of you going down the street, “you still haven’t answered the question: how many?”

your boyfriend sighs and shakes his head lightly, “fine, let’s just say i have enough to keep making you notes for the rest of our lives. does that finally answer your question?”

very much delighted at his answer, the corner store bags clutched in akaashi’s hands rustled as you suddenly fling your arms around his shoulders once you reach the next street light.

akaashi lets out a huff at the sudden embrace but when he turns his head to face you, you can clearly see his smile hasn’t faded away one bit—just as content with the notion of his answer as you were.

“you really mean that?” you tease in a whisper, fingers playing with the hair at the base of his neck.

“of course i mean it,” he whispers back. he means it like he means every word he’s written to you on the page. he means it like every moment of every day he spends with you.

you lean in for a soft kiss, feeling your smiling lips against one another. akaashi’s hands are still occupied with the bags, so your arms hug him tighter and closer before you two finally pull away.

“where do you keep them?” still so close that your lips brush against akaashi’s as you speak, you try to question even further.

“oh, i can’t tell you that.”

“why?”

“can’t have you finding them and spoiling them for yourself. some of those will be for our wedding one day, after all.”

💭ˎˊ˗ " you find this recipe card tucked into a random shōnen manga magazine , stashed away amongst cookbooks on one of the kitchen shelves " ˚ ༘ 🐈 *｡𖦹⋆｡˚

streetcorner . . . ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ᯓ★ a timeskip! akaashi keiji x gn reader series

꒰ some have said they've never felt lonelier than when they find themselves in a city, surrounded by thousands of lives happening simultaneously. but if you're busy enough, the skyscrapers can't catch up to you, right? wrong. that is, unless you stumble into someone one day–someone who might be able to keep the both of you from sinking away into the skyline. ꒱

details : long form, strangers to friends to lovers, pining!!!, slowburn, hurt comfort, angst, themes of isolation and loneliness, but then tooth rotting fluff to make up for it, cat ownership!, y/n's only other friends are their cute old couple employers lol, sort of found family if you squint, mentions of drinking, msby4 mentioned!!!, suggestive content down the line!

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ masterlist

– part one。

– part two。

– part three。

– part four。

– part five。

– part six。

– part seven。

– part eight。

– part nine。*

– part ten。( epilogue )

( * suggestive )

💭ˎˊ˗ " ingredients for this recipe : the smell of cleaning supplies while doing chores at dawn , the bittersweet taste mixed with a slight trace of aluminum as you drink canned coffee , hushed conversations under warm light , yearning ( lots of it !!! ) , a dash of that spark when you first feel the warmth of another ' s hand in cold winter air , some cat treats , finding solace amidst chasing blind ambitions ... - ro ♡ "

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

⋮⋮ ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𖥻 ⿻ : maybe sometimes you    ⋮⋮  have to take " different " into your ⋮⋮  own hands . that way it ' ll feel much ⋮⋮  better , no ?

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💬 kuroppiii ─  " y/n lowkey tweaking but can you really blame them ? "

you were wrong. “different” wound up being quite bad.

two weeks. two weeks.

you haven’t seen keiji— no, akaashi at the drink machine for two weeks.

14 days. 10 work day mornings. two weekends.

that first weekend went by, and you did your chores and errands with what you hate to admit was a little bit of "pep" in your step. because getting through your usual lineup of weekend responsibilities felt like they were leading up to something, knowing they counted down to a first-of-the-week workday—or more specifically a workday morning—spent with your new friend.

but then monday morning came, and you found that although the canned beverage you always get out of the street corner vending machine was warm, by your side at that machine was filled with nothing but the cold winter air.

‘he must’ve partied really hard this past weekend with those work friends. i’ll give him a bit if he’s running late,’ you so innocently thought.

10 minutes passed, and he still hadn’t shown up. not wanting to start off your week showing up late again, you decided to leave the street corner and head to work. you’ll probably see him the next day, anyway. one day without your little morning chat wasn’t going to be the end of the world...

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

tuesday.

you stuck around for 15 minutes. no sign of him or his tan coat or his glasses or those shiny professional-looking shoes.

'god, i hope he's not sick. it's all those cold lattes in this freezing weather. i warned him about that!"

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

wednesday.

the train passed. nothing.

ting! ting! ting!

nothing but the sound of you nervously pulling on the tab of your drink greeted you this morning. your drink was long gone by then, and so was your hope you'd see him again.

you tossed the can in the trash bin, pulled your scarf higher onto your face, and hid away from the waking city with your hands snug in your coat pockets–embarrassed you had gotten your hopes up so high.

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

that thursday–yet another day where you faced a solitary morning–your frustration at the whole situation festered and bubbled over in the form of working overtime at the restaurant.

because walking home alone from a shift was one thing, but knowing the next morning you'd be met with the same solitude–when you had just had a taste of what it was like not dealing with loneliness picking away at you every day–made the whole journey back to your apartment that much worse than it ever was before.

you were on your hands and knees, scrubbing away at the hardwood floors until you saw your dejected reflection. you wiped the tables down until they were spotless. you made sure the kitchen was in pristine condition for the old man and woman to enjoy cooking in it the next day.

tick, tick, tick

the aged and rusted clock on the wall by the cash register mocked you as you continued brewing over your situation.

you definitely came off as a creep! bringing him food unwarranted? but he had bought you your drink in return? oh, and had given you that drink with the casual drop of his first name. as if you two were really friends!

but why? maybe he was just messing with you. maybe he sensed how much of a loner you kind of really are. maybe he would seriously opt to take the longer way to work just so he didn't have to deal with you in the mornings anymore.

was he even telling you the truth about his work? was "akaashi keiji" even his real name?

what drove you crazy the most was how easy it was for him to infiltrate your days for that short week, preventing them from droning on by simply showing up at a street corner on your way to work.

'how pathetic', you thought about yourself.

it wasn't until he came along that the reality of your sacred routine became apparent to you. you had been convincing yourself for weeks that it was fine but no, you guessed it was true–you felt alone in this city.

he effortlessly cracked the foundations of the motions you went through each day to stay sane, and what? then he just gets to disappear out of nowhere?

leaving you with nothing but... well, yourself. alone. again.

“different” wound up being quite bad, and painful, and lonely

but so did going back to "normal", apparently.

you sat at the counter of the restaurant, the clock in your hands still ticking away, but now you had cleaned it all up. it looked as good as new.

at least you had the old couple's reaction as something to look forward to the next morning.

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

on friday you sat behind the register as you watched the customers come and go. in the small restaurant booths they sat across from each other–some couples here, some suit-and-tie-clad groups of office workers there, maybe the occasional group of friends still in their school uniforms.

you observed as they smiled at one another and laughed together. it was like each booth was its own bubble for the people to escape mundane reality with for even just one meal.

then they would come up to you, your time watching through a window over as your existence at the resister marked a snap back to reality for them. you–standing all by yourself amidst the rest of the lives that continued on in this city, as you took their money and counted out their change before they would leave and never give your existence a though ever again.

when that got to be enough for you, you even tried watching whatever sappy drama channel the old couple liked to keep playing on the old boxy television as it sat on a small shelf high up in the corner of the room. but that didn't really help either, the people on screen were also happily interacting with loved ones and friends.

the workday continued on like that until closing time, when the old couple decided to stick around for a bit, even as you attempted busying yourself with overtime tasks to avoid walking home.

they put on the restaurant's old karaoke machine, and you happily watched as they sang and danced together with the minimal movements that their age allowed them to enjoy on a friday night.

at one point, the old woman even urged you to stop spraying and wiping down the restaurant windows, and you sang and danced to a few songs along with them, too.

the walk home that night wasn't actually too bad–the scenes of you and the owners' little party replaying in your head as you walked down the street, softly smiling to yourself as you didn't even realize you had passed the drink machine on the street corner.

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

saturday morning you wake up and stare up at your ceiling. you heard the sound of cars and trains pass by, and small city birds sing to yawning street cats just outside your window.

usually by now, you would be done grocery shopping and would be moving onto meal prepping for the week ahead. but your thoughts kept swirling around that stupid soft spoken guy, the one who always pressed the vending machine button for a cold latte in the middle of winter.

akaashi keiji. akaashi keiji.

before you knew it you were tapping away at your phone's keypad.

a-k-a-a-s-h-i...

you looked him up on every social media app you had downloaded on your phone.

k-e-i-j-i...

but damn, all the accounts you came across were either definitely not him or were privated.

you huffed and let your head sink back into your cool pillow. why were you still trying? you had to accept your one week of mornings with him was just some spontaneous and cruel string events the universe just tossed at you for its own amusement, one to come in and change the trajectory of how you felt about your whole life–that's all.

outside, you can hear the screech of a cat and the beating of bird wings, assumably after being scaring off by the cat. softly, you laugh to yourself picturing the scene in your mind.

then your thoughts drift to the stray cat that used to linger around your childhood home. it was grey and had a white belly. you and your friends would coddle it after school, or would give it a brief petting as you would stumble onto the back porch after a night out in-between semesters during university.

this was all before you moved away, that is.

god, you were homesick. but it wasn't like you could simply move back in the blink of an eye. you worked hard to get a place for yourself in the city. you've worked hard as you figured out what you want to do with your life. you just wish figuring it out wouldn't have to be so lonely.

but then, you thought of an idea.

you looked at your bank account to check the costs. it was definitely an expense you'd have to make up for, but that old couple was generous in that they always paid if you went overtime. more late nights meant you'd probably make back the money–and blow off even more steam–fairly quickly.

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

the next day, sunday, you decide to get a cat...

you recalled in your contract that your apartment allows it, so why not?

who needed a good-looking stranger to keep you company on a daily basis, anyway?

you set out on getting it the basics (treats, food bowl, a bed, a litter box, etc.) since you could always get more later depending on what your new feline friend might be like.

during that first half of the day, you drifted from store to store, picking out the perfectly humble items to greet your cat as soon as it arrived in its new home. your eyes always ended up glancing over any display rack of magazines you could find in the stores, maybe subconsciously searching for a certain combination of kanji on the covers' credits–but you never spotted it.

upon finally arriving at the pet store, the worker warmly greeted you at from the front desk and you asked if he could direct you to the cats. now you find yourself standing in front of a tall cat tree, a dozen or so cats of different colors and patterns jumping from one perch to another or adamantly scratching their claws at parts of the tree's fluffy material.

you didn't want an exact copy of the one from home, per say (it undoubtedly would've made you even more homesick), but then your eyes landed on one particular cat. it was a calico, and it was peacefully curled up a little ways away from the chaos of the cat tree. sunlight beamed through the pet shop's big front window and fell straight on the cat, making it and it's white, orange, brown, and black patches almost appear luminescent.

finding yourself crouching down to look at it closer, it sensed your new presence, and lazily opened one of its eyes amidst it's nap. you felt a familiar warmth stir up in your chest at how cute the calico was–a sensation you last had felt a long, long time ago.

"that one's a boy," you hear the worker pipe up behind you, seeing your interest, "he likes to keep to himself, so he's not a troublemaker or anything, either."

"i'd like to give him a home, then," the words fall from your lips as you stare directly into the glowing hazel iris of the calico's eye staring back at you.

once you and your new cat made it back to your apartment, you didn't even really food prep or finish the laundry for the week ahead like you probably should have. instead, you became enamored with just observing your new friend–one you hope wouldn't ditch you like the last one did.

smiling, you watched him as he sauntered around to survey the furnishings of your living space, you spent time with him as you gently ran your hands along his fur.

you thought to yourself as you grew fonder to the cat more and more by the second, 'you'll can keep me company in the mornings for now on.... or and at night when i get home from work... and even the weekends!" (something your last "new friend" would never have been able to do, anyway.)

it took a bit to decide on a name in your head, but finally you cooed at the calico as it hopped next to you on the couch where you were sitting, "it's you and i now, yamato!"

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

the second week without akaashi, you purposefully avoided the drink machine. you figured out a different route (granted, the first time you tried it on monday, you were late to work because you got lost). subsequently, you kind of gave up on coffee for a while (granted, you felt a tad bit more tired on the day-to-day if you had to be honest).

but each morning instead of caffeine, you were met with the lovely presence of yamato sauntering around as you went about the apartment getting ready before heading out to work. thankfully what the pet shop owner said was tried and true: yamato never gave you any problems the first week he spent with you in your apartment.

you had to account for the chores you didn't get to on that weekend, when you were moping around and getting a cat. but again, yamato was there to keep you company as you were sweeping the floor around the couch, or leaning over to hang up laundry on your tiny balcony, or tossing together whatever you had in the fridge to constitute as small dinners for one to greet you on the nights you came back from long days at work.

busy, busy, busy is what you made yourself.

the old couple at the restaurant were a great help in this, as well. the months you've spent with them meant they grew more comfortable having you around, they'd always subtly complain about something breaking or in need of renovation, and of course you would offer to help to stay longer. (you always loved seeing the delight that radiated off of them when you would stay to help, and sometimes you would wonder if they ever had any kids or grandkids of your own. you never bothered to ask though, maybe that was a bit too personal.)

one particular day, however, was especially grueling. the restaurant got much busier than usual because of a festival that was being help nearby. one hungry festival-goer after the other popped into the small establishment–every seat would be taken up, dishes continuously were being served out, and there was barely any wiggle room to do it all because the customers opted to wait inside to dodge the cold weather outdoors.

your employers urged you to go home and rest as soon as it was all over, and though you'd usually find an excuse to work overtime for not just the pay anymore but to spend more time with the old man and woman, tonight you found yourself happily obliging to depart early.

a night spent watching tv with yamato curled in your lap didn't sound too bad, after all.

as you walk through the streets, you feel your eyelids physically giving up on you. your efforts of the past week trying to make your life work out in at least some way was finally catching up to you. but you thought of yamato, and how bad you felt he'd been left alone to his own devices at home on the long days you've been working late.

you owed it to your new furry friend to stay awake for that movie tonight.

caffeine. that should do the trick, you thought. but you didn't want to enter a 7/11. you always hated how the the lights would be too bright, and tonight they would probably give your waning brain a headache, when you just wanted a calm evening to yourself and your cat.

but the only other way of obtaining some form of liquid booster at an hour like this would be some kind of vending machine. there were none on your new route back from and to work, though. it was a fact that's been great in avoiding thinking about the events of two weeks ago, but not when you were actually craving your usual latte right now.

it was what, almost midnight? what harm could there be visiting that old warm-and-cold-option vending machine on the street corner near your apartment building, anyway? at least you wouldn't have to be seeing it in the daylight–a handful of remiss memories attached to a scene like that.

so you make some turns and you're nearing that exact spot. you rub your eyes in exhaustion as you round the corner, but as you look up, you see a figure already standing there, swiping their card at the machine.

the faint lights from the vending machine display illuminate the front of them, and you notice a pair of glasses blocked out by the display's light reflecting off of them. the light forming little shapes on the top of the person's shiny shoes. a tan coat.

"keiji?"

the figure, startled, turns to face you. you still can't really make out their face in the dimness of the street corner alley. they don't say anything for a moment.

you idiot, you think to yourself. part of you wants to book it, because there's no way that could be him–he has no business being here so late.

but the other part of you keeps your feet in place on the pavement. you feel it again, a small ounce of hope, that a friend has returned into your lonely little life.

"y/n?"

that voice. that's definitely him.

clunk!

you hear his drink tumble into the vending machine's slot, and the familiar sound brazenly fills the street. but the two of you don't flinch.

what was he doing back here?

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35mm: k. akaashi

after partnering up with a familiar film student for his senior thesis, akaashi starts to feel something he thinks might be better off suppressed….

main masterlist

status: complete

pairing: akaashi x f!reader

tags/warnings: brothers best friend trope, university au, smau, very slight angst, guilt/shame, alcohol, grammatical mistakes probably, everyone probably will be out of character, please note warnings may change as story progresses, and to check each chapter for individual warnings

minors dni & other rules

bonus content: akaashi’s playlist | akaashi style guide | yn style guide

introductions: kenma + sugar babies | welcome 2 the omegaverse

chapter one: friendship rankings

chapter two: keg stand

chapter three: dostokovestky

chapter four: boys brunch

chapter five: auditions

chapter six: "little giggle"

chapter seven: code for [redacted]

chapter eight: weird and also hurtful [✐]

chapter nine: “making my film major roommate watch bad movies”

chapter ten: spreading false information

chapter eleven: haed

chapter twelve: drive home [✐]

chapter thirteen: too many wednesdays

chapter fourteen: changing the locks [✐]

chapter fifteen: sleeper cell

chapter sixteen: he admit it

chapter seventeen: the astro

chapter eighteen: as she sees it [✐]

chapter nineteen: slowly and rationally

chapter twenty: pizza time! [✐]

chapter twenty-one: just us

moodboard/description for 35mm by @causenessus

"FREDERICK BHAER AND JO ALL THE WAY I KNOW LAURIE IS IN HERE BUT ONLY BC THE SCENE IS LITERALLY JO LOOKING SO HAPPY OVER WATCHING A PERFORMANCE AND LAURIE IS GIVING HER THE LOOK OF LOVE. WHICH IS ANOTHER AESTHETIC KIND OF POINT THAT NEEDS TO BE MADE. the kind of both people are independent but lean on each other dynamic. like they could be by themselves (at least akaashi could) but wants to be with the other and the other person only. the kind of"i can do it" "i know you can but let me" dynamic. going to the gas station together at 3 am because one of them wants ice cream kind of aesthetic (totally not based off of when they were eating takeout together at his place). late nights and domesticity. yn and akaashi are the epitome of the quiet life people dream of, living in an apartment with their significant other. just them. that's their world. definitely dark academia like someone else said. definitely library dates. the couple that's helping the other study for their assignments or go to cafes together to work on homework (and one of them might end up pushing their homework aside just to look at the other person) i'm feeling fade into you and like real people do"

“have you heard of the multiverse theory?”

akaashi looks up from his book, “what’s that my love?”

you shuffle closer to him on the couch, “it’s this whole theory about how there are multiple universes and how there are multiple versions of ourselves living in them.”

“interesting,” akaashi mumbles, closing his book to look down at you, “what do you think we’re like?”

you think for a moment, a small smile appearing on your face, “i mean i hope i’m cool,” you tell him as a small laugh leaves akaashi’s lips. “i’d want to be some kind of badass fighter who goes to fight space monsters. if not i’d love to be the ruler of a kingdom with a pretty outfit and a crown.”

“that’s,” he laughs, “very farfetched.”

“well it is farfetched here, but in other universes, it could be a whole different story,” you reason.

“very fair,” akaashi thinks, “they might have better technology for space travel than we do.”

“and they might have kingdoms that i could be an heir to,” you pout, “why does this universe have to suck so much?”

Keep reading

❦ ASKING THEM FOR A BABY

cw: mature themes, fem!reader, pregnancy, language cause i got a potty mouth

yes, there are boys in multiple spots lol

KUROKO NO BASKET

♡ automatic response is: “we’ll stop by the store tomorrow, m’kay?” before he realizes what you said and completely shuts down imagining the two of you raising a child

— akaashi, iwaizumi, kageyama, hinata, kenma

♡ suggests ‘practise’ rounds, cause he’s a horny bastard, then probably develops a breeding kink from said ‘practise’ rounds lol

— kuroo, atsumu, suna, tendo

♡ whips out the scrapbook he’s been working on with baby names, colours for the nursery, recipes for soft foods, and clothing catalogs: major baby fever

— oikawa, bokuto, kita, ushijima (i find this hilarious)

♡ has a mature conversation with you about what you both want that leads into soft and passionate lovemaking (bow chicka bow wow)

— osamu, sakusa, daichi, kita, akaashi, ushijima, tsukishima

bonus:

♡ probably accidentally knocked you up anyway

— bokuto, atsumu, tendo

Being Their Twin (Karasuno)

Summary: You’re their twin sibling that goes to a different school and manages for that volleyball team. The team gets to meet you for the first time!

Warnings: Cursing; Crushes?

Notes: GN!Reader for everyone’s except for Daichi’s (Twin Sister) and schools will vary

Pairings: Sugawara x Sawamura!Reader || Futakuchi x Sugawara!Reader || Terushima x Nishinoya!Reader || Ennoshita x Tanaka!Reader || Watari x Ennoshita!Reader || Iwaizumi x Kageyama!Reader || Shirabu x Hinata!Reader || Akaashi x Tsukishima!Reader || Kunimi x Yamaguchi!Reader

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#1 Daichi Sawamura || xSugawara

You go to Niiyama Girls’ High a team that is very well known on the female side of volleyball.

You used to be a player in your first two years of high school but you got a knee injury and couldn’t properly recover so the team had you become their manager so you wouldn’t leave. The Karasuno third years already knew you and the second years had heard of you but the first years have no clue on who you even are.

When you meet them it’s actually right before the Spring Tournament and you wanted to wish your dear brother some good luck. You made quite the first impression to them when you tackled Daichi from behind and sent you both flying to the ground with a large thud. The other two third years greeted you, let it be known that Suga has a crush on you and you know it; you think it’s adorable. You happily greet the team and explain who you are

“Yeah your killjoy of a captain is my twin brother! I’m the manager for Niiyama!”

Tanaka and Nishinoya can fucking feel your chaotic vibe just by the introduction you gave because you were sitting on the small of your brother’s back and not getting up. Suga and Daichi prayed to Asahi for the three of you to never cause chaos but he could tell that was already down the drain. Daichi kind of flung you off of him and toward Suga, don’t ask me how but that man has magic. While everyone watched in horror that Tanka and Nishinoya had a new chaos partner and Daichi cuts you off when the topic of glitter bomb making is brought up (You’re an expert chaos master). Ennoshita can feel a headache coming and is yelling a loud “NO” when glitter bombs are brought up, the other two quiet second years are quietly cackling while recording this mess “Killjoy-in-training and the gossip queens, got it.”

Yamaguchi is kind of scared of you but you have respect for not being scared of Daichi’s wrath. You think he’s adorable and when you meet up with the team in the future you always make sure to look out for the boy. Tsukishima sees you as another simpleton and calls you as such but you wave it off and comment that he’s saltier than McDonald’s fries. You two have a salt round and Kinoshita and Narita are just vibing while Daichi is wonder where he went wrong in life. The team is surprised by how chaotic you are compared to your brother

Hinata thinks you’re awesome and asks what you know about volleyball. You explain you were a former setter who had to quit due to a knee injury (Oikawa who?) Kageyama is wary of you because you kind of remind him of Oikawa but you’re just chaotic?You have two setters who have crushes on you. Yachi is low key terrified of you and your chaos that she hides behind Kiyoko. It breaks your heart that she’s terrified but you know your a bit chaotic

You wish them all luck and to their surprise and Daichi’s displeasure you gave Suga a kiss on the cheek; “If you guys make it to nationals I’ll buy you guys food and Suga, I’ll take you out on a date”. Poor boy nearly faints. Daichi hates how much of a mess you can cause but he loves you to pieces, your his twin sister and the oldest two out of the rest of your family. The team still can’t wrap their head around you being their captain’s twin sister but they can all agree that Suga and you need to properly confess. They cried when you and the third years graduated

#2 Koshi Sugawara || xFutakuchi

You go to Date Tech and was Mai’s best friend. Unlike Daichi no one actually knows your related

You don’t even hide it either but you just don’t interact much when it comes to school but ya’ll will chat at home. You two are called the chaos twins by your parents rather often which is strange because no one expects Suga to be too chaotic He’s a mom

Your team has their suspicions about you and Karasuno’s silver haired setter being related but they never acted on it. You were their manager that would beat their ass when needed and blackmail Futakuchi without hesitation, in fact the teams didn’t find out officially until the Interhigh Prelims when Aone pointed out Asahi for the team. Suga easily spotted you and made a motion to get your player to back off, however, your petty because your brother told your parents about the Date Tech prank you pulled on him, so you didn’t move to interfere. Moniwa did move to defuse your Ace Blocker

“Sugawara-chan! Why didn’t you stop him?”

“Koshi was a bitch and I’m fucking petty.”

“Hey!” *cue laughter*

Karasuno was pretty shocked that you were Suga’s twin but at the same time they could see it. You two didn’t look a lot alike; you took after your father while he took more after your mother. Tsukishima thought you were a bit of an ass and you were T H R I V I N G. You were an ass and you knew it That’s why Futakuchi liked you so much

While you tell your boys to go off you greet your brother’s team. Tsukishima called you an ass—straight up too like no hesitation. You thanked him? You gained his respect. Daichi was wary of you because you were his best friend’s twin and you didn’t act like each other overly much. Asahi thought you were a terrifying creature that could sick dogs on him which you would never do but it gave you something to think about for Futakuchi. Kiyoko liked you because why not? You were an interesting person who dealt with their team accordingly

The second years were varying degrees of respect but Nishinoya was a bit hostile toward you. You damn well knew he was dating the Jesus lookin Ace and gave a knowing look toward your brother.Kageyama saw you as a challenger and asked if you’ve ever played volleyball, you knew the basics but you tended to do archery on the side thank you. Hinata and Yamaguchi were kind of terrified of you but respected you a lot. The true friend you made in a matter of minutes was Tsukishima who you have in your phone as: SALTY FRY 🍟

“Good luck, truly. Get past the first round, I can’t wait to see the outcome of our match, but no hard feelings right Koshi?”

“Of course”

You were upset when your team lost, it was your last year as their manager and they never made it to nationals. You were however happy that your brother did well even if you were a petty shit who glitter bombed his room with the help of Futakuchi. The next year when your team made it to nationals you actually cried and Suga was there to help you celebrate. However once you two start dating people all bets are off and the world is going to hell

BONUS

Suga will tease you about how Futakuchi is desperately in love with you; with both teams there

“I sure hope so or else this is really awkward.”

And that’s how the teams found out you and Futakuchi were dating. RIP

#3 Asahi Azumane || xNone

You go to Date Tech which in itself is amusing at times

You were there for him when he got shut down by your team but you would never apologize for your team’s victory. You had social anxiety and were a nervous mess half the time which just made Date Tech protective of you. You were their little anxiety filled manager that happened to have a brother who was the ace of a rival team, no big. Everyone on Karasuno knew who you were since you had to drop off your brother’s lunch during your free period with Moniwa coming with you

It was just before the Prelims and when the third and second years saw the Date Tech captain and one of their managers? PANICKING FIRST YEARS. Of course they calmed down when they realized it was just you and an emotional support person. They all thought you were precious and for once in your life you saw Moniwa be protective of you went Hinata and Tanaka came rushing forward. Nishinoya didn’t join because you were his boyfriend’s twin and he knew you had just as much if not more anxiety than your brother. Suga thought you were adorable and found it funny how Moniwa of all people was suddenly protective of you

Yamaguchi was your new best friend (Yachi later on) and you two were just anxiety buddies. You were pretty overwhelmed when Tanaka and Hinata ran up to you with the ginger asking who you were. The yelp you gave out was high and loud while you jumped to hide behind Moniwa. Asahi had to explain that you were his twin sibling . You had yet another team that would protect you like a lifeline like holy shit. You were a bean and needed to be protected

Sorry for shortness

#4 Yuu Nishinoya || xTerushima

You go to Johzenji and your fucking T H R I V I N G

You’re like your brother and are so chaotic that you aren’t a manager your the hype man. Hana loves you and all but you and Terushima drive her nuts, the fact that your dating? SAVE HER. Runa is kind of scared of you but she learns to relax around you pretty quickly. The team loves you but they never realize your brother in Nishinoya Yuu. You have the same last name?

“Babe how are you like super smart but super dumb at the same time?”

Tanaka is the first one to meet you because he’s Nishinoya’s best friend. The three of you are a chaos trio and your poor mother is regretting life choices. When Terushima joins you guys it’s more chaotic even if they are a bit wary

“Bro, how does the piercing even feel?”

“Want to test it out?”

“TERU!”

The two boys complain about you and Terushima all the time and how their constantly just wheeling your dates. Nishinoya was more wary because your twins and Terushima was known as a bit of a playboy, this is especially clear when your brother’s team met yours a bit before their match. Supposedly Terushima was flirting with Kiyoko and he did so later on. You smacked him upside the head and told him to apologize (he did) and then talked to your brother’s team. Tanaka rushed up and hugged you before yelling at Terushima:

“You steal my love I’m stealing your lover!”

“TANKA PUT ME DOWN!”

You’re short and these people are trees next to you; your team is just laughing. You greet Asahi as you were well aware of your brother’s boyfriend. The two of you tried not to keep secrets. The team see you as the more collected one of you and Nishinoya, they aren’t wrong of course. Chaos is your middle name but you know when you have to bring your friends back in. Hinata thinks your cool and Kageyama is indifferent alongside Tsukishima. Kiyoko likes you and is surprised that you let your boyfriend flirt randomly until you bring up the fact that you’d flirt with her too. Daichi and Suga find you and your brother to be a lot alike while Ennoshita is just crying, this poor boy. Yachi just kind of stares at you in shock and wonder because you’re so confident

You wish them luck before heading of toward your team

“TERUSHIMA YOU LITTLE SHIT!”

There was the blowup everyone had been expecting

#5 Ryunosuke Tanaka || xEnnoshita

Your whole family went to Karasuno except for you; you went to Shiratorizawa . You weren’t all that chaotic like your brother was but you were much more focused

You had originally been going their on a sports scholarship for swim, butterfly specifically, it’s pretty normal for butterfly swimmers to get their shoulders messed up to the point of needing a surgery to continue. That’s what happened to you. It was a really a slap in the face to the point of “is this what I want to do for the rest of my life?” You had to talk with your family about it, in the end you all agreed it wasn’t worth it

Shiratorizawa let you stay though you were no longer there on a sports scholarship but you had to help out the sports teams, you agreed and ended up applying to be the manager for the volleyball team at the beginning of your second year. The team was a bit surprised to have one of top butterfly swimmers in the country as their manager but you didn’t care. You and Tendo were chaos buddies but never mentioned anything about it

You were pretty responsible and actually met Ennoshita first on accident. You had a project due for history but since the school library was shit —and Shirabu is a bitch for not letting you borrow his book— you went to the local library. You two got along rather well and he even helped you with your project and you bought the two of you dinner before he walked you back to Shiratorizawa. Was it a date? No. Yes

You met the rest of the second years when they were stoping by the house and you needed to pick up something you left there, Tanaka dragged you into his room and show you off to his friends. They all found you to be rather attractive and were surprised when they found out you were twins

“YOU’RE TANAKA’S TWIN?”

“YOU’RE MY BROTHER’S TEAMMATE?”

“How do you two know each other?”

They would later drag you to team bonding and everyone is pretty surprised you’re Tanaka’s twin. They’re more surprised when your still in your manager uniform which was just a Shiratorizawa tracksuit with the volleyball jacket rather than your old swimming jacket. Everyone is trying to set you an Ennoshita up (they didn’t know you had basically been dating since day one). When you re-meet before the war between your schools you wish them luck; You even kissed Ennoshita on the cheek. Tendo and Goshiki shrieked

You were upset when your boys lost but you were so proud of your brother and boyfriend that no one could tell if the tears were happiness or sadness. Your team comforted you before telling you to go celebrate with your brother. You did and you told them you were proud of them though your pride was now wounded

“Next year, you boys won’t stand a chance against my team”

#6 Chikara Ennoshita || xWatari

You go to Seijoh and that in itself is chaos

You and Ennoshita are a lot alike but you do have different interests and a large difference when it came to admirers; Ennoshita wasn’t all that popular with the guys or the gals but you? You were often dubbed the Royal of Seijoh and had been called that since your first year. A lot of people tried to get you to go out with them but you would often ignore them or politely decline which truly fueled a fire under your admirers. They thought you were playing hard to get. Since you were really popular a lot of people could figure out you were related however it never reached Karasuno, you also didn’t get bullied by Oikawa’s fangirl’s because of you school social standings

The first time you met your brother’s team was during the practice match that Oikawa set up. While Ennoshita knew you were the manager he knew you were also rather timely, not long after arrival he noticed you weren’t there and decided to act. He told Daichi he had to ask Seijoh’s coach a question before leaving without another word, the rest of the team was confused. Why was ENNOSHITA going over to Seijoh? Why did they all recognize him?

“Excuse me? But could anyone tell me where (Y/N) is? I’m pretty sure they’re your manager unless you idiot managed to get them to quit.”

“They are at a doctor’s appointment with Oikawa,” Watari replied. “They want to make sure they hears the results so they’ll be deciding if he’s playing if they get here in time.”

Ennoshita had nodded his thanks and returned back to his team. He trusted the libero since you would talk about the boy often so he was very aware of your crush on him

“Why did you go over there Ennoshita-senpai?”

“My twin is their manager and is late, I was just curious.”

“TWIN?!”

“Yeah?”

When they saw you they were rather shocked because you’re stunning. Tanaka actually wonders how you’re related to Ennoshita which causes the other second year to hit him upside the head. Kageyama is wary because of you team and his past but he finds you to be really nice, he loves you like a younger brother when you smack Oikawa upside the head without a second thought. Hinata thought you were pretty cool. Yamaguchi thought you were a bit intimidating with the amount of confidence you held. Tsukishima is pretty indifferent but he finds you to be a rather interesting person.

Kiyoko respects you so much; the boys at Seijoh could give Karasuno a run for their money, she just knows it. Suga and Daichi both adopt you: you’re their kid now and they will go to court against Iwa and Oikawa. You’re in just so you and Watari can be like Romeo and Juliet without the death. Unless it’s Oikawa’s. Watari laughed when you brought it up and agreed. It took you both a solid five minutes to realize what you said. It doesn’t matter which team was on your side they were cackling at you two. Ennoshita had video recorded it and was definitely going to show it at the next family reunion to embarrass you. When you did realize what had been said your faces were RED and everyone was surprised because Seijoh’s Royal finally found their match. You love your teams but sometimes your brother and Oikawa really fucking test you

#9 Tobio Kageyama || xIwaizumi (I skipped Narita and Kinoshita due to space😭)

You go to Seijoh, you see you’re the actual brains of the two of you and he’s the bronze.

You two are so different that no one has any idea who you are. You see, you actually went to middle school in Tokyo since your parents divorced and Miwa took you with her. Now, you’re back in Miyagi and ready to stay for your brother, even if you go to different schools.

I won’t lie, you’re a simp for Iwa but who can blame you? He likes you too but since your two years younger than him and he’s getting ready to graduate neither of you make a move. Seijoh gets really tired of you two dancing around each other and will lock you both in a closet if they have too, they don’t hesitate. It’s kind of scary. No one finds out about your heritage until the practice match and it’s hilarious to see the team’s face. Not only are you the smarter of the two of you you’re the more outgoing and friendly of the two. While Seijoh knew of your feelings for Iwaizumi they couldn’t help but stare when a wide smile broke out onto your face when you saw your annoying fucker of a twin brother(they didn’t know he was your brother yet). You just ran over to Karasuno and tackled Kageyama to the ground laughing when he groans at the impact of the floor, you protected his head from concussion but he was still annoyed. You saw him this morning? Why the hell are you giddy?

“TOBIO-NII! YOU DIDN’T CHICKEN OUT!”

“NO I DIDN’T! GET OFF OF ME (Y/N)!”

The gym was so silent at that and Kageyama had to fling you off of him and the two of you started play fighting and yelling. You had a smile on your face because you loved to rile your brother up but it also helped him take his mind off the game and become less nervous. Karasuno was less surprised than Seijoh because you never mentioned being the King’s sibling? Karasuno at least knew Kageyama had two siblings and they knew one attended Seijoh but they had been expecting someone that was as cold as he was.

You and Hinata get along so well, he’s your new best friend and everyone can feel the innocent chaos radiating off of you. Tsukishima is your second love because anyone who has no problem teasing your brother without any true malice is great. Yamaguchi is startled by your outward behavior but likes you a lot, you’re just so goddamn chipper. The second years think your magical because holy shit Kageyama is smiling so purely? Seijoh is shocked too. The third years kind of adopt you and Kiyoko and you swap numbers so you can contact each other.

When Seijoh manages to whisk you away your fellow first years looked so surprised like the rest of the team. They asked you why you never brought up being the king’s twin but you just shrugged and said you rather be known for you than your brother. The teams are really protective of you and bets are often made between the teams that concern you, in the Interhigh Kageyama made a deal that whichever team won was the team you’d go to school with (you’d have to transfer to Karasuno), since you like both schools you agreed. Seijoh won and Iwa actually swooped you up and kissed you, as upset as Kageyama was he couldn’t fault how happy you were and he was glad you stayed with Seijoh, even if you weren’t with him.

#10 Shoyo Hinata || xShirabu

You go to Shiratorizawa and you’re their ball of sunshine and innocence alongside Goshiki.

Everyone knows you’re related, have you seen your hair? You are much smarter than Hinata and can even be considered a genius by some, that is actually how you met Shirabu. Like Shirabu you didn’t get a scholarship to attended Shiratorizawa so you had to take and pass their entrance exam and since you were one of the few that did you had Shirabu as your guide. You have a lot of energy and stamina like your brother but you don’t have to take the long bike travel like your brother does because you have dorms, but when you do bike you still have energy afterwards.

When you met Karasuno for the first time it was right before the big game and you could tell your brother was nervous so you did the logical thing and tackled him in a hug. It wasn’t hard for anyone to figure out who you were because of your hair but they were still surprised that the shrimp had a smart and good-looking twin. They all liked you and thought you were awesome but when they won that game they were so ecstatic, they looked over at you but they realized you weren’t smiling happily like them, you were crying. They had completely forgot that you were the Shiratorizawa manager until they saw you hugging Shirabu while sobbing at you team’s loss. Hinata was glad you lived in the dorms because you had looked so depressed at the loss that it killed him.

When they saw you again it was when you were on a date with Shirabu in a much happier mood. You both greeted the team and you waved at them with the one not being held by your lovely boyfriend. Poor Hinata was yelling incoherently at the sight of his twin dating the salty setter, they were all surprised. A salty bastard with the definition of sunshine was surprising but none of them argued but they all threatened the future captain not to hurt you. Shirabu was grumbling because he had already heard it from the rest of Shiratorizawa.

“We won’t lose to you next year!”

#11 Kei Tsukishima || xAkaashi

You go to Fukurodani due to your parents being divorced and only seeing each other during holidays.

You meet at the Tokyo summer camp and were proud that your brother had learned to make some friends beyond Yamaguchi who is excited to see you again. You’re brother knew you went to a private school in Tokyo and even had a boyfriend but he hadn’t been expecting you to be one of the three managers from Fukurodani Academy. He had stood their gaping at you in shock that most everyone thought he had fallen for you based on your looks alone but Yamaguchi was quietly laughing at the scene while amusement played in your eyes.

“Hey Tsuki!”

You nearly laughed your ass off, “hey Yams!”

“YOU HAVE A TWIN?”

Tsukishima is actually pretty protective of you and is counting on Akaashi to get you away from his idiot teammates but they both fail, no matter how hard they try because you have to meet them in the end that’s the point of this post damnit. The team likes you a lot and Hinata loves how you’re not mean to him and Kageyama loves the advice you give him about his sets. You’ve been adopted but Tokyo would never let you go so you just help them out and exchange numbers. They love you no matter what and will invite you to hang out with them when they know you’re in town. You make Tsukishima so much happier when your around because you’re two halves of a whole

#12 Tadashi Yamaguchi || xKunimi

You go to Seijoh but you’re extremely quiet so no one notices you’re there

Kunimi has class with you and asked you to become their manager and so you were, no regrets most of the time. Oikawa tries to flirt with you but you hide behind Kunimi who is silently laughing at the offended look on his captain’s face. Seijoh would die for you and I’m not being dramatic they would die for you and thought they knew a lot about you. They didn’t know you and Yamaguchi were related because they’ve never heard of the boy. You don’t really talk about it unless asked because you don’t go off sharing information about your private life.

When the practice match comes around you quietly go over and hug your twin who hugs you back; ya’ll are soft twins. When parted Tsukishima will give you a head pat while Yamaguchi introduces you to his team. You’re so shy and quiet that they all want to protect you, Kageyama does too but he’s wary. It is clear enough to him that you’re involved with Kunimi but you aren’t hostile to him but give him a small comforting smile before taking your brother to be introduced yo your team. Seijoh finds the two of you to be an adorable pair of siblings and is careful in greeting your brother because they don’t want to face your wrath.

“Good luck Dashi! You too Tsuki!”

“Shut up Yamaguchi.”

“Gomen Tsuki.”

Am I working on an akaashi x depressed reader fic cuz i would like akaashi keiji to help me get through rough times and hold me close to him till i fall asleep? yeah, yeah i am doing that

Word count: 3.2k

Caregory: angst, smut

Warnings: depression, depressed reader, toxic relationships, someone needed to be an asshole in this so Tsukki is, kind of toxic Akaashi too, smoking, choking, cigarette burns.

Summary: Akaashi is always there to put you back together, granting your every wish. Even when you leave him without any message and disappear for two months. You could say that he has a soft spot for you

City of stars, are you shining just for him tonight? That’s what Akaashi is wondering. The stars are surprisingly bright tonight, as if knowing that now is when he needs their comfort the most.

Akaashi is mindlessly watching some stupid, mind-numbing late night program on his tv, trying to forget about the manga he has to finish editing until next week and… Other things.

The half-smoked mint cigarette hangs from his lips as the man lets out a sigh. He’s not anxious. Therapy and maturing has helped him calm his overthinking and anxieties a bit. He’s good at his job; he’ll manage to meet the deadline. However, other things cloud his mind and he’s not as good with that as he is at his job.

Akaashi’s phone, which was carelessly left somewhere in the kitchen, rings. He inhales the final breath of minty smoke and puts out the cigarette on the heart-shaped ashtray you had gifted him a long time ago. Akaashi finally stood up, lazily strolling to the kitchen, the light of his phone lighting up the big room in dim blue light. He picks it up and swipes "accept" without looking at the contact name. Probably Bokuto, wanting to hangout soon. Or maybe his boss, reminding about his deadline, or…

Keiji freezes on the spot when he hears your voice. It’s so quiet and weak that he thinks one breath from him will take it all away and he’ll wake up from a dream.

"’Kaashi… Keiji… Keiji, It’s bad again," you whisper and his heart breaks in real time; the pieces left from the last time you broke it, shattering into even smaller ones. Two months without seeing you. Two months without hearing from you. Two months without smelling your perfume, without touching your skin and hearing your voice. Your laugh… Well, he hasn’t heard that eternal sound for even longer. Two months, eight weeks, fifty six days, one thousand three hundred forty four hours since you had left him for another man.

Tsukishima Kei swept you away alongside Akaashi’s will to do anything but work until he almost passed out. You ghosted everyone from your life, it wasn’t only Akaashi. Last thing anyone heard about you — your friend Dina told Bokuto that you moved in with a "tall, blonde man". And now there you were again. Alive and calling him. Asking him to make everything better like he always used to. To come and take the pain away, even just for a minute. It hurt to breathe but just hearing your voice made the shards left of his heart pull closer together. Some selfish part of him wanted to hang up. To tell you to go find Tsukishima and fuck off. His rational part was horrified, that thoughts like that would cross his mind. He didn’t particularly dislike Tsukishima during high school days, damn, even liked the guy, but he couldn’t forgive him for doing this. For sweeping you away from him.

"You at your old place?" Keiji manages to ask.

"Y-yeah," there’s a sniffle and something clutters to the floor. Fuck, thag can’t be good.

"Okay, darling, okay. I’ll be at your place real soon, yeah? Unlock the door for me, ‘kay?

He doesn’t wait for your answer. He’s slipping his shoes on, grabbing his long, black coat and dashing out the door. His body remembers the routine way more than he thought it would. Maybe all those moments Akaashi rushed to you after a single phone call asking him to come, did that to a person.

He didn’t have the time to think that through. He was in his car, speeding through the busy streets of the city just to get to you. The hope of seeing your face again numbed most of the pain —the loss of you caused.

He’s at your door in what seems like a minute. The door is already unlocked so he just walks in. The smell of your home fills his senses and it’s as if his head clears. Oh, how he missed this. His coat is now hung up, shoes put away and he’s stepping in the tiny living room. There’s a lump of colorful blankets and you’re somewhere underneath. A step away. Real and alive. Real, alive and breathing — wanting him to put you back together. To make you feel better, to make you feel like you’re alive once again.

“Y/N, darling, I’m here,” the words come out in the softest voice he can manage and your head lifts up. Your hair’s a mess, eyes empty and dull. He can’t stand to see you like this, pain searing through his whole body. Some fucked up part of him is glad to see how much you need him though.

“Keiji, need you,” you whimper, “Want you to fuck the sadness out of me.”

It’s how it always went. Like a dance you both knew the steps to, perfectly well — he comes over, you guys fuck, he bruises you up a bit since you always beg him so prettily and then he’s there to pick up the pieces — listen to your ranting, asking you if you’ve been keeping up with drinking your meds and making sure you have something to eat.

He’s always there. And he would always be, no matter how much it hurt him to.

He takes a careful step towards you, lifting you up from your fluffy hiding place. You’re in his lap not even a moment later, head too heavy to hold, buried in his neck. You give it a little peck and his whole body burns. It’s like he’s some junkie going through withdrawal and your touch is the drug he so desperately craves. He’s turning his face towards your’s, slightly chapped lips kissing away at every millimeter of skin he can reach. It’s messy, it’s passionate and Akaashi doesn’t even notice the tears freely flowing down his face. A shuddering breath leaves his lips. Oh, how much he needed this.

“Keiji, need you, please,” you sigh in between kisses, one hand pawing at his pant-clad crotch. You have trouble keeping yourself up, but the need to be fucked until your brain is unable to make coherent thoughts makes the task easier.

“Yeah, yeah, need you too, pretty girl. Need to touch you,” he moans when he takes off your huge hoodie and sees that you’re not wearing anything underneath, nipples perking up at the temperature of the room. Akaashi’s hand, the one not holding onto you, paws at your breasts, squeezing until you gasp. Is it fucked up that he wants to cause you pain? You asked for it everytime you asked Akaashi to fuck you, but now he craved that himself. He craved the teary look in your eyes, the way you hit his chest when it got a little too much.

After letting himself indulge for a few moments, he lays you down on the couch, climbing on top of you, gently helping you get out of your sleep shorts and simple black panties. Cute, real cute. Akaashi missed you so much he couldn’t put it into words.

“Spread your legs for me, pretty girl,” he murmured, your legs instantly parting. Good, you haven’t forgot how you’re supposed to act. Your hands almost naturally find their place on Akaashi’s shoulders and his fingers are reaching for your pussy almost instantly. One finger circling the clit, the other easing into your hole. Tight, still so fucking tight. Akaashi groaned.

Tsukishima couldn’t fuck you as well as he could, right?

Keiji didn’t let himself overthink it. This moment was about you two; there was no space for the ‘third one’.

His second finger bullies it’s way alongside the first one and a third one joins next. It takes a while to find the spongy spot he used to be so familiar with. It doesn’t take long before you’re coming undone, pushing away at his clothed, hard chest from the overstimulation of Akaashi helping you ride out your orgasm.He’s smiling. That self-satisfied grin you know so well.

“Please, take off your clothes, Keiji, it’s uncomfortable,” you squirm under his gunmetal gaze and he obeys.

A single raise of your hand and he’s doing everything you ask for. It was always this way. His clothes are discarded on the dirty floor, littered with bottles of water and empty chips packets. He’s back to his position, careful not to let any of his weight fall on you. You admire him. Those big, doe-like yet still dull like before, taking in every detail of his body; from his lean physique, to his shoulder-length wavy raven hair and lithe fingers, still soiled with your clear juices. Your cheeks burn at the sight.

Akaashi’s fingers come near your mouth and you obediently part your lips, eager to take what he provides. He knows better, after all. He knows how to fix you. You clean off his slender fingers and Akaashi can’t help it - cloud-grey eyes narrowing as he pushes his digits deeper, digging until you’re gagging and only letting up when tears light up your beautiful eyes. When he finally pulls them out, he absentmindedly wipes them off on your skin. You shiver at the warm sensation and close your eyes.

Keiji pulls out his dick and it’s as pretty as he is, not too long, nor too thick, but still a lot to take; beautiful, flushed tip already leaking precum when the black-haired man gives it a few strokes. Your mouth parts to let out long breaths.

“Everything okay, sweetheart?” he asks, voice calm and collected, the complete opposite of you right now.

“Yeah, just haven’t- haven’t been with you for so long,” you shiver. Akaashi can’t help but seethe, remembering that you were with another man. Two whole damn months.

He lines up his cock with your hole and just slams it in with one smooth motion. Everything is white for a moment, you’re unable to see from the pleasure-filled pain. His cock slammed into your cervix, but he’s nice enough to let you get used to his length. You keen, not sure what you want Akaashi to do right now when the veins adorning his dick create mind-numbing friction. One of Keiji’s hands ghosts your neck, gently squeezing it and his gaze softens when you lean into his touch, craving to be hurt.

“I’m gonna move, sweet girl,” he warns you, but doesn’t give you time to think of an answer — Keiji is slamming into your tiny pussy, letting his head lean back. He’s blissed by the pleasure, fucking his fist for two months just wasn’t the same. Not even close. Pretty moans leave Keiji’s perfect lips, no matter how much he tries to suppress them. You’re just laying there, taking it, eyes cloudy and half-lidded. Mind probably already numb. Silly little thing.

“Keiji… Keiji, love,” the pet name rings in his head, the huge hand still wrapped around your willing neck squeezes. Hard. The silver ring wrapped around one of his fingers digs into your soft skin. You’re killing him. Giving him just enough to let the hurtful memories flow. It doesn’t seem to bother you.

Face content and calm, “Can you, can you burn me, please?”

You’re as sweet as ever. As if nothing ever happened. As if he’s responsible for making you feel better. Fuck. He knows he is.

“Yeah? You want me to burn you? My girl is a little fucking masochist?” it’s easy to slip into his degrading persona. Akaashi knows how much you love that. You don’t crave praise. Don’t want to be called pretty, don’t want nice things. You want temporary pain, to forget the real one that might never really go away.

You dumbly nod at Akaashi’s words, mind not putting two and two together, his cock still pounding away at your pussy, uncaring of your own pleasure. Keiji pulls out and you whine, hands automatically reaching for him, as if he would ever leave, now that he got you back.

The tall man finds a pack of mint cigarettes, left in the pocket of his black jeans. There’s a tiny daisy embroidery on the pocket done by you a long time ago. When you still had the energy to do anything. When he didn’t have to beg you to live another damn day.

Cigarette finds its way to the man’s lips and he quickly lights it up. You sigh happily, when Keiji slides his cock back into you, finally letting his fingers massage your clit. You let out a shuddered moan, pleasure burning all thoughts away.

“Ah, you’re so good to me, Keiji. So good, ah,” and with a particularly harsh thrust, the pleasure building in your lower belly snaps and you’re coming, creaming around his lengthy cock and as white hot pain surges through your whole body. Akaashi presses the hot end of the cigarette between your perfect tits. You scream, in pain and in pleasure, mumbles of “please” and garbles of his name praying for something. Something to take the pain away? Something to hurt you more?

Akaashi gives into his temptations, taking a long drag of the smoke, marking up your tits a few more times, letting you grab his shoulders and pull him close, crying away at his firm chest.

“Thank you- ah! Thank you so much, Keiji,” you breathe out and that’s all it takes for him to finish.

Your whole body turns warm as your inner walls are painted white. You’re so full. And so obedient to him. What a good girl you still are. It’s as if nothing has changed. You’re Akaashi’s again and everything falls back into place. Everything is where it’s supposed to be. You’re - in Akaashi’s arms, and Tsukishima somewhere damn far away.

You lay like this for a while - Keiji’s body on top of yours, everything sweaty and sticky, still keeping his body weight from crashing down on your tired body. He dresses up and makes you take a bath then; washing your hair for you, using a comforting vanilla smell body wash to clean your limp body next.

He can’t help but admire the marks he’s left. It’s a sign that you’re his. And he is yours. Eternally, forever. And no one can change that. No one knows how to help you, like he does.

Keiji dresses you in comfortable clothes and helps you get onto the bed after changing the sheets before laying you down. Tch, he bet that Tsukishima let you lay in messy sheets, never once changing them. Akaashi scolds himself. So much for not overthinking, so much for maturing. He was as insecure as he was in his teenage years, just learned to mask it better.

You pull Akaashi towards you, stopping his thoughts. He complies, undressing until he’s in his shirt and boxers, laying down beside you and pulling you close to himself, holding your body tight.

“I want to talk to you,” you mumble, still turned away from him with your back to his chest.

“I’m listening, baby.”

"You wanted me to feel better and I… Didn’t particularly want to get better. I guess- I guess the sadness, rash mania-driven decisions and my dependency on others has become such a big part of me that I thought…I thought that I would be empty without it."

"You wouldn’t." he interrupts your rant, pulling your shaking hands into his, gently rubbing your knuckles in an attempt to calm you down a bit.

You lift up your face to catch his eyes. Akaashi is already looking, "What?"

"You wouldn’t be empty, Y/N. The girl I met at high school… You were happy back then. You were cheerful, a bit loud and could make anyone like you. And even if you," he gently turns you towards him and caresses your face when you want to look away in shame, "think that you’re beyond fixing, or empty without your illness, you’re just wrong. I still see those traits in you. How you’re still you in the way you cheer up your friends. How you’re still you when even the delivery drivers seem to instantly like you and how you’re still you in understanding that it’s not bad to ask for help when you need it."

You don’t answer him. Somewhere deep in your mind, you know Akaashi is right. You know that he isn’t just trying to fix you to his liking, you know he doesn’t want you for the sex, despite how many times Tsukishima made you believe that. You bury your face in Akaashi’s neck and let his warmth embrace your limp and tired body.

"He told me that you wanted to make me into the version of myself that you wanted," you confess, quietly murmuring the words against the skin of his neck and Akaashi’s hands embrace you tighter. He can’t get mad now, but damn is it hard to keep his composure, "Keiji, he told me that you only wanted to fuck me ‘cause girls like me were compliant and easy to fuck," words flow out freely as you finally let go all the pent up sadness, confusion and a web of lies that you’re still so deeply tangled in, "He- he told me that you stayed with me because I was easy to hurt and that guys like you- prefered girls like me. And he let me skip taking my medicine. He said it was my choice and that he’s not gonna make me be happy and how he liked me the way I was-“ your voice breaks. You can’t say any more words.

It takes all of Akaashi’s strength to not get and go to Tsukishima’s place. Beat him up until the fire under his skin no longer burned, until he felt satisfied with the results, until he knew that you were out of the reach of the blonde’s manipulations and him. Akaashi Keiji is not a violent man, but when he sees you more fragile and broken than you were before, just because of one man and his lies, he can’t help it.

“It’s not your fault.” Akaashi kisses your face, “I know you think it is, but it isn’t. We’re gonna get you back on your medicine and you’ll go to that- that therapist downtown that you said helped you, yeah? We’re gonna get through this together. I’m always with you. I’ll help you. And… I love you, Y/N,” the confession rings into the stuffy silence of the small bedroom and you freeze in his arms.

Your lifeless eyes reach the open window. Your apartment is on the highest floor with light pollution not quite reaching it. The stars are clearly visible. Hundreds of thousands of little lights scattered across the night sky. It’s beautiful.

"The sky is so beautiful tonight, Keiji…" your voice is barely above a whisper, "A graveyard of stars."

Yes, the stars must really be shining for him tonight. He falls asleep with the thought of brighter tomorrows and a better future.