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Haikyuu Boys reacting to seeing you in a Bonnet
Characters: Bokuto Kotaro, Akaashi Keiji and Sakusa Kiyoomi x blackfem!reader (separate)
Genre: Fluff, Humour
Warnings: None
Wc: 800+ (this is also unedited so please bare with for any spellings mistakes)
a/n this took me wayyy to long to post and complete but here we go its not one of my best works and very much rough but I wanted to get things away from my drafts anyways hope you all enjoy
Bokuto, had just gone to his kitchen to get a late-night snack, he left you on facetime facing his ceiling whilst he skewed his cupboards. He didn’t feel like it was worth to take his phone with him since he was going to be back in less than 5 minutes. So, once he returned arms packed with different snack packages he said. “Babe, I am ready now come talk to me”
And off camera you replied “Kay, Bo I am just getting ready I’ll be there in a sec”
So, there he sat looking at the camera waiting to see you again. Once your face came into view his heart glowed. However, once he completely looked at you, he noticed something was missing, something he loved running his hands through. YOUR BRAIDS. And instead of them you had a black hat no. Clearly being confused he asked. “Babe where did your hair go?”.
At first you thought he was joking however once you looked at his pouty face you noticed he was genuinely confused.
“Well, Bo I am wearing a bonnet my hair is underneath.” and you demonstrated this by pulling on of your braids from underneath
Still baffled he asked, “What’s a bonnet?”
So, for the next 5 minutes you explained what it is and why you wore it after your explanation he asked “So I should get one do my hair doesn’t fall off”
Now the both of you have matching bonnets.
Akaashi, has always considered himself knowledgeable when it comes to the majority of things in the world. He thought nothing really baffled him because he knew each race and culture has their own customs. However, staring at his girlfriend of 2 months he wondered WHAT THE HELL is on her head? He tried to pay attention to you talking about your day just like every night but the fact that your beautiful afro was nowhere in sight really baffled him. So, he swallowed his nerves hoping he wouldn’t insult you and asked.
“Angel, you know I love everything about you, and this isn’t question isn’t to offend you but wheres your hair?”
As you started at him Akaashi quickly regretted his life choices and backtracked by saying, “Listen Angel ignore that, I am sooo sor-“
“Kei no need to apologise it’s okay to be curious,” you teased him “but I am just wearing a bonnet”
“A what” he asked.
“You might have heard of this in the media before it’s like a silk cap that-“
“You wear to prevent it from frizziness?” he said in a questioning tone.
“Yes that if you knew why did you ask?” you replied back
“It’s because I just searched it up,” he continued “did you know bonnet is actually a French word for cap”
“Ohh I didn’t know that but there was no need to search it up Kei”
“I know but I just wanted to know more about you to make you feel at home”
“Aww Kei you didn’t have to but its much appreciated”
Sakusa, loved everything about you especially your personal hygiene, you always took great care of yourself which he found such an alluring quality. Yet once again you were able to find a way to make yourself more attractive in your eyes.
So here he was in his bed staring through the facetime camera as you sat in your vanity table wearing a comfortable pair of pj’s as you done your nightly skincare routine. However, there was an addition to your attire the black frilly cap on top your head which Sakusa has never seen before. He was very much bewildered yet he didn’t show it or so he thought.
You noticed his change in demeanour when you put your bonnet on, yet you didn’t say anything waiting for him to ask questions. So, you grabbed your phone from the vanity table and made your way to bed. For the next 10 minutes your guys continued your conversation just how you usually are yet Sakusa couldn’t fully pay attention as you described your day. So he casually “That’s a nice hat you got on is it new?”
“No, I have had for time. Why you ask?”
“No reason just curious.” He said in a curious tone
So you guys intently stared at each other waiting for someone to fess up. Though you aren’t one of patience and broke the silence saying “Yoomi”
“N/n”
“Do you want to know about my ‘hat’?”, you said in an exasperated tone
“Yes, I do”
“Okay well for starters it’s not a hat it a bonnet it’s a silk cap to protect my hair from frizziness but also helps keep my pillowcase cleaner and not get hair products on my skin.”
So, as he heard that explanation Sakusa found another reason to fall in love with you a bit more.
𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕜
ᵖᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᵃᵏᵃᵃˢʰⁱ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ
ᵍᵉⁿʳᵉ: ˢᵐᵘᵗ
ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: 0.1ᵏ
ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ˢʷᵉᵃʳ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ, ˢᵉˣ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʷᵒʳᵏ, ˢˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶜᵒᶜᵏʷᵃʳᵐⁱⁿᵍ
ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵈᵃʸ ᵃᵗ ʷᵒʳᵏ, ᵃᵏᵃᵃˢʰⁱ ⁿᵒᵗⁱᶜᵉˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʰᵒʷ ˢᵗʳᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃ "ʰᵉˡᵖⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵃⁿᵈ"
ᵇʳⁱᵉᶠ ⁱⁿᵗʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵇˡᵒᵍ
"Keiji… please!"
You moaned softly, Akaashi had his full length inside of you as you called out his name.
"If you would've listened, we wouldn't be here right now."
You moaned as you felt your husband start speeding up his pace, it was sudden but you weren't complaining.
"Keiji… I'm cumming!"
"Not yet princess. Wait a bit longer."
"Please Keiji… Let me cum"
Akaashi didn't listen to you as he just started taunting you more, taking his cock out so he could bend down and begin sucking you out.
"Master, I'll be good next time…"
"You say that everytime, prove it to me next time."
"What did I do?"
"I told you not to pass your limits, only do what you can. However you didn't listen."
"I promise I'll do better next time.."
"Your promises are never kept, learn to keep them and then I'll trust you.."
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS! I LOVED IT YOU DID SUCH AN AMAZING JOB! JUST THANK YOU FOR DOING MY SILLY LIL GUYS!!
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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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.”
، そ ✧ の後 🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...
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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⋮⋮ ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𖥻 ⿻ : where does he ⋮⋮ get them from ?
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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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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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“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?”
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Trust me. Love me. Shoot me.
Atsumu Miya x female reader
Summary: Atsumu finds himself with a young woman who is more that what she seems.
A/n: I had zero motivation to day to write this but please enjoy!? As always, please don’t repost! To support me please like or reblog. Also!! Send me a request if you want to be added to the tags list for this series!
Y/n= your name
L/n= Your last name
Y/h/c= your hair colour
Y/e/c= your eye colour
Warning: extremely unedited, mentioned blood, mentioned fire, burning, medical stuff, needles
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Atsumu woke up with the warm morning sun spilling through the window, and the fresh morning air cascaded through the open window. There was no pain in his body and his head was light. His head was lying on a soft, plush pillow and the silk sheets were smooth against his skin. Everything was fine.
Well almost fine. The only problem was that he didn’t own any silk sheets. He had scratchy cotton ones. In alarm, Atsumu sat up straight and looked around the somewhat familiar room. He was is a room with lightly coloured walls and a few plants which hung from the ceiling. Beside the door was a body length mirror with two coat hooks beside it. Next to where he sat was a beige bedside table with two drawers and a single daisy in a small glass jar and 2 doors which he guessed led to the closet. Directly across from him was a desk with a small stack of books, a spiral bounded notebook, and a few pens, along with a girl, L/n. She had her nose in a book. Her eyes following the line she was reading. Her face was relaxed, but scrunched in displeasure, or maybe anticipation, at the book in front of her. Her nimble fingers flipped the page. As she kept reading, her eyebrows scrunched and her mouth fell open in surprise, or maybe hatred or shock, at the new page. That was a beautiful expression that she wore.
Astumu didn’t want to admit it, but she was beautiful. Her face was doll-like, giving her the illusion of youth, but her eyes showed much more maturation and pain, but held kindness and love. Her lips looked soft and sweet, and were especially beautiful when she pulled her mouth into a wide smile. Her hair looked elegant however it fell around her face, or maybe she would look more breathtaking with her hair up. It beautifully framed her face, and made her y/e/c eyes stand out. L/n’s voice was also beautiful. It was melodic and sweet, but could also held the intensity of a thousand dagger. Her laugh would sound nice too. Maybe it would be a light chuckle. Or maybe a breathy laugh where she would crinkle her nose. Or if her laugh was a belly laugh full of life and happiness. That would be lovely. Astumu watched as her face contorted to many different emotions, surprise, hate, confusion. But it made him sad that her face was almost always neutral. Emotionless.
Suddenly, the door opened, and in walked the man with dark hair and metallic blue eyes. He was very tall and was decently built. His eyes scanned the room taking inventory of the situation. L/n looked up from her book and gave him a discreet nod.
“Hello L/n-san. Anything new?” He asked. His voice was smooth and empty. His eyes, and L/n’s shifted to Atsumu. He felt like a monkey in a zoo enclosure, with everyone watching him as he flung his feces at the wall. He watched as L/n and the dark haired man had a conversation though eye contact, head movements and face expressions. The “conversation” mainly consistent of L/n rolling her eyes and the man angrily raising his eyebrows.
“Well do you have a plan for that ?” L/n said finally, breaking the silence, but adding to the tension within the small room. At least Astumu knew that the mystery man’s wasn’t a potential danger.
“Well Y/n we need to take care of Miya-san first. For all we know you would have brought a wanted criminal into our house! How do you think the rest of us will react?” The man yell at her. L/n kept her face straight. No sign of any emotions covered her face and her eyes became more intense, almost like a tiger ready to kill.
“I am going to say it once. This is my house. I will decide when things happen and how things will happen. I decided to help someone who was dying on the street, and you don't get to judge my kindness. Not after what happened at the train station!" she stated with a calm icy tone, book long forgotten on the desk. The room was noticeably colder and Atsumu was feeling unsure of what was happening. The tall man stood, face unmoved, but behind his eyes showed something more. Something about the train station bugged him. He didn't speak or move, but his compliance was displayed through his eyes. He walked out wordlessly and shut the door behind him. Astumu was still in shock. Not sure if it was the situation in general, or maybe it was the amount of power L/n held.
“So how are you feeling, Miya-san?” She asked, breaking Atsumu from his thoughts. Her voice back to the sweet voice he remembered from the day before.
“Am fine, what just happened?” Her inquired curiously, hoping to get an answer. The mysterious man gave Atsumu many question, and not a single answer.
“Well Miya-san, I think you are forgetting our deal. You said you would tell me everything, and so far you haven’t. So if you could please tell me, then go ahead.” She replied in a teasing manner. Astumu tensed at her light hearted tone. The stark contrast between her light-hearted tone now and the cold tone from just minutes ago made his skin crawl. The eagerness was written on her face as she sat cross legged in the chair across from him.
“Well it’s complicated. Ya see, we were gonna ambush a rival yakuza. But they saw us comin’ and fought us back. A got hit a few times, then someone lit the building on fire. I ran out, then I ended up here.” He said, recalling the events of that night. He remembered the scent of blood, both his and the people around him, and the gasoline, and the horrid screams of people in the fire as their bodies burned. He was lucky that he got out. He wondered about his closest acquaintances, Kita, Suna, and Aran. But also his twin brother, Osumu. Damn how could this happen? If anything happened to them, then it would be his fault. All because of his recklessness. Snapping out of his thoughts, he looked at L/n who was in deep thought. Her forehead was crinkled and her eyes seemed to be seeing right through him.
After what could have been only five minutes, she got up quietly and walked towards the closet. Inside the closet was an artillery of medical supplies. Multiple boxes of gloves and masks, along with a small fridge that held many small bottles of drugs. There were also a crash cart with everything that could be sues in an emergency, a defibrillator, a breathing bag, a tracheotomy kit and tubes. There were also about 3 oxygen tanks with small carts. She rummaged around in the closet until she got out some bandages and a small suture kit with a pair of needle drivers and toothed forceps along with a few other tools Atsumu could not recognize. Then L/n grab a small vile of drug and a needle from another part of the closet. She walk towards Atsumu, tools in hand as he watched curiously. As she go to the bed side table, she injected the needle into the vile which Astumu could now read as “morphine” and carefully pulled back the piston until there was maybe 5 milligrams of morphine. She grabbed his left arm and injected it into his bicep. Then she grabbed his left leg and removed the bandages from his leg. At first, he was questioning his lack of pants, before he remembered the “incident”. As your hands nimbly unwrap the bandage, the stench from his leg escaped into the room, causing him to plug him nose, but L/n seemed unaffected as she unwrapped the bandages. Once the bandages were removed she walked to the small garbage can beside the foot of the bed, which he did not notice, which was already half full of bloody bandages and the sweatpants from earlier. L/n carefully inspected the neatly done stitches, making sure there was no sign of the wound reopening. Once she was sure there was no sign of reopening or infection, she rewrapped the leg in new clean bandages.
“Thank you for the information Miya-san, you will need to rest so your wounds don’t reopen or become worse. I will be back in a few hours so please don’t move and if you need anything please just scream.” She said curly before turning around and leaving before he could reply. Atsumu felt very confused, but he also felt drowsiness. “Maybe from the morphine” he thought before drifting off to sleep.
Sometime later, he woke up to hearing voices down the stairs. There were 3 male voices and L/n’s. They were murmuring urgently.
“L/n-san, we can’t let him stay here. It’s too dangerous. If they find us we will be killed. You know that.” Said the first voice, which sounded like the mystery man from earlier in the day.
“No Akaashi-san, it will be fine.” Replied another deeper voice. “I don’t see why not besides we could take care of anything that happens.”
“Why are you being kind to that lowly yakuza. It doesn’t fit your character.” Replied the first voice, which Atsumu now knew belonged to the mystery man, Akaashi.
“I am always this kind. Besides Akaashi, you are just overthinking it too much.” Said the deep voice again.
“Yeah ‘Kaashi, I agree with them” said another , “Even if they figure out that we were responsible for those incidents, they have no proof”.
“Exactly Akaashi-san,” you agreed, “And if he does anything, then I will take care of him”.
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•The Type of Person Akaashi Keiji is•
Akaashi x Reader fanfic
- 783 words
Akaashi Keiji is the type of guy that would always bring you flowers just because. He’s the type of guy that could probably handle you no matter how crazy you are. Akaashi Keiji is a person that would always stick by you and cares for you in your lowest times. He’s the type of man to read books to you while you cuddle.
He’s the type to always remember the small details. He’s the type of guy that would practice saying “present” when his teacher is taking role because of his social anxiety. Akaashi Keiji always messes with his hands when he’s anxious. He’s the type to make pinky promises with you and never break them. Akaashi Keiji is a big tease.
He’s the type of guy that if something caught your eye he would buy it for you the next day. He’s the type of guy to help you study if you’re struggling. Akaashi is the type to ask you if he can hold your hand etc. because he likes consent and making you feel safe is important to him. Akaashi Keiji is the type to always and I mean always write you love letters because he just can’t help himself.
He’s the type of guy that if you had a bad day he’d make or get your favorite meal and let you vent out to him. He’s the type of guy that would hold your hand or rub his thumb over your hand when either of you guys gets anxious. He’s an amazing gift giver because of how observant he is. He has the type of eyes that you could just get lost in over and over again. His hair is probably really soft to run your hands through.
He’s extremely insecure about his hands even though they’re perfect. He always compares himself to others when he does something wrong even tho he’s perfect the way he is. He loves reading but loves reading even more in a cafe. He doesn’t enjoy studying much but he does it anyways. He always finds out a way to deal with Bokuto. He may lose his temper rarely but when he does he always makes it up to you. Akaashi is the type of guy that tends to keep his problems to himself and that leads to them piling up.
He’s absolutely willing to dance with you in the rain. Akaashi Keiji loves to cook with you. He always says good morning and goodnight. Akaashi is the type of guy that would stare at you for a long time and never notice until you catch him but he still ends up doing it every time. He’s the type of guy that always, always hypes you up, he’s your number one supporter. He loves when you come to his volleyball games and support and Cheer for him, even though he’ll get nervous.
Akaashi definitely gives you pet names like “my love” or “darling”. He’s the type that will not let you open or hold doors while he’s around. He loves forehead kisses whether it’s giving them or receiving them. He’s the type to hum songs that are stuck in his head. If you fall asleep somewhere he’ll always carry you back to bed. He’ll gladly give piggyback rides. Bookstore dates, coffee dates, boba dates, study dates, and stargazing dates are a must, with Akaashi. He’s the type to have such good handwriting that it makes you jealous.
He always cherishes every gift you give him, big or small. He’s the type of guy that would have a hair tie on his wrist just in case you need one. I know for a fact if you bought him flowers he’d blush like crazy. Even though it doesn’t seem like it from the outside, I swear if you date him he’d actually be a huge dork <3. He’d be so happy if you and Bokuto were friends.
If you beg him enough Akaashi would wear matching outfits with you. If you don’t feel like cleaning because you’re in a bad state, he’ll gladly clean up everything for you. Be always compliments you. He definitely has an act of service love language or just sarcasm as his love language. Akaashi is the type of guy that would ask you to let him attempt doing your makeup. Akaashi Keiji is definitely a romantic. He has an amazing style of clothes. He may not look it but he’d be protective over you. He definitely has stage fright. He’d have an amazing playlist. Akaashi is probably really good with claw machines, it’s a talent he has. He seems like the type of guy that likes the rain. Akaashi Keiji has the sweetest and warmest smile you’ve seen.
This is the type of guy I think Akaashi Keiji is :)
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An Akaashi Keiji x Reader smau
Y/N Kozume, or Ur social butterfly known online, is a popular manga reviewer. After releasing a horrible review of the latest shōnen manga magazine. She got some words from the editor of the edition. Who just happens to be the same cute guy that she met at the bookstore.
Genres - Post-timeskip, SMAU, fluff, strangers to friends to lovers, crack, youtuber!reader, Kozume siblings.
Warnings - Mentions of alcohol, drinking, sexual mentions, cursing, kys jokes, talk of anxiety, and a lot of OOC. Will add more if needed
Covers | Dunce Corner / Practice
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* ˚ ✦ Fun facts...
- Bokuto made the group chat back when they went to school together, after the training camp - Kenma and Hinata were added some time afterward
- Kenma rarely talks in the group chat
- Bokuto was the one to add "Bokuto biggest #1 fan" to Akaashi's bio - Akaashi hasn't updated their profile photos. All of them are from high school
- Akaashi mostly posts about simple things about his life - Bokuto had already left to go out and lost his phone. It's safe to say he didn't get to that conference on time
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The ride to the bookstore was enjoyable, Kuroo and Yn talked about various things to pass the time. Kuroo talked about how this bookstore was a recommendation from a friend, yn nodded and talked about how she hoped it was good. The passing-by buildings went by in a blur with their conversation.
Kuroo parked on a side street near the bookstore and got out along with Yn. She looked around and didn't know this part of Tokyo. It was farther from the center of the city, so not many were passing by only those who lived there. They walked along with each other and looked around for the bookstore. It didn't take long till they found it.
"Aiya boundless books?" They said in illusion, exchanging a quick glare at each other before walking into the store. They were greeted by an old man at the front counter. He sat on a chair near the register while reading a book. He greeted them and told them he was there to help with anything. The two thanked him before looking around more, yn was more focused on looking for some new mangas while Kuroo just trailed behind her and looked at covers.
Yn found the manga section, but it was pretty small. She crouched down to look at some of the books. "Hey, I might go next door to get some stationery for my office. You'll be okay, right?" He says while looking at a book and then putting it back. The girl looks up at him and thinks for a second "Yeah I think so... this store is pretty empty, so I'll be fine. I'll go over once I'm done. Text me if you go somewhere else" She says and smiles at him.
"Okay, I'll be right next door remember" He says, then smiles back at her. He walks away and thanks the old shopkeeper before leaving. Yn looked back at the books and put them back. Most of them were old outdated series. She searched through more and found some that looked good to read. She had a pile and held them up with one of her arms. The front doorbell rang, signaling that someone either entered or left. But the muffled greetings were quietly heard, so it was someone coming in.
She retreated closer to the back where there was a wall of magazines on display, varying from old to the latest additions. Footsteps came closer to her spot, and she stuffed herself near the corner, hoping that they would just pass by the nook. While pretending to look at the covers, the footsteps went quiet as the stranger stopped to look alongside her at the published works. Her eyes did their best to avoid staring at the stranger.
The small clock on the wall was the only sound between them before the other party coughed a bit. "My apologies.." He said, his voice being gentle to not startle the other. Yn just nodded while continuing to look at the covers. He was next to the only exit, so she couldn't slip by easily with the stack of books in her arm.
Her eyes wandered to his side of the wall and saw a magazine that caught her eye. Shuffling her stacks of books to the other hand, she reached over with no caution and found herself touching hands with someone else. They quickly looked up and stared at each other. His glasses were reflected by the warm lighting of the store. Messy black hair framed his face, a grey blazer on his shoulders. Without a second thought, yn quickly grabs the magazine and swiftly speeds by him.
She retraced her steps back to the front and passed the manga section and other shelves of books. Her heart was beating against her chest while her mind panicked with replaying the awkward scenario that had just happened. The old man smiles and asks if she has trouble finding anything. She just shakes her head no and stays quiet. She grabbed her bag and looked for her wallet, finding the two biggest bills she had and giving them to him. Before he could give back her change, she left with her purchases.
* ˚ ✦Fun facts
No one noticed the spelling mistake Tsukki made in the chat
Kenma didn't have a meeting. He didn't want to leave the house that early
Kuroo knew something had happened as he found her in the store in complete silence and staring at the floor
They went back and apologized to the old shopkeeper, who luckily wasn't mad at her for running off
Yn accidentally pushed Akaashi against the wall while fleeing. He stood there in shock at what just happened
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* ˚ ✦Fun facts
Kuroo definitely jinxed it
yn unironically says chat
Hinata has met yk a handful of times. They only said hello to each other
Sorry for the delay in the chapters. My brain is forgetful
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i can talk about akaashi keiji all day. he's such a pretty boy. i am ✨simping✨
