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Albedo was all you could ever ask for. He's head over heels for you, won't let himself live if he saw even a small splinter on your smooth skin. He would serve you, he's always affectionate with you. All of his journeys included you, hand in hand observing the view. The quiet night would be filled with his voice of reassurance that you were all that he needed

.... but all those things he imagined and experienced with you was possible because he saw you as the person he used to love.

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“Sensitive” | Itto x GN! Reader (NSFW)

Minors do not interact I will cry, I am not responsible for what you browse on the internet but please avoid consuming 18+ content!

Details under the cut

NSFW w/ fluff

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Arataki Itto x Gender Neutral! Reader

Praise K!nk, Overstimulation, Breeding K!nk implied

WC: 1.8K

 “It’s late,” you said, staring at the two men in front of you.

Ayato and Itto invited you this morning for an onikabuto match with another team, thankfully they won and now they’re celebrating. Ayato is a mess, you could see him raise his sake blabbering about only the archons know what. 

“I think we should help him home now,” Itto suggested, standing up and carrying Ayato over his shoulder. 

Ayato promised to avoid getting drunk for the sake of your safety, he said he’ll bring you home in one piece. You followed behind through the empty streets of Inazuma in the late hours. Arriving at the Kamisato estate, you could see Thoma by the porch waiting for the young master.

“Thoma, we’re here and brought you a gift,” you greeted.

“The one and oni Ayato is here,” Itto said, placing the now asleep Kamisato on the porch.

“Thank you for taking care of the young master,” Thoma said, bowing as he attempted to wake Ayato.

You both bid your goodnights and proceeded to leave the Kamisato estate. You stretched your arms up as you yawned, which caught the attention of Itto. 

“Are ya sleepy?” he asked, raising his eyebrow at you.

“A bit,” you replied.

Soon his back was infront of you as he crouched, “Come on, I’ll give you a piggyback ride home.”

You didn’t have the energy to complain, so you climbed on his back and rested your head on his muscular shoulders. Itto was humming you a tune as he walked down the path of Chinju forest, unfortunately he slipped on a muddy area startling you and accidentally grabbing on to his horns. Itto lets out a moan and awkwardly sets you down. Luckily the both of you didn’t fall down or it would’ve been muddy.

“Uhm,” you started.

“Uh well,” Itto said, nervously looking away. “As you can see.. I uhm.. My horns are sensitive to touch, it’s uhm. Yeah sensitive haha” 

“OH, I’ll avoid touching your horns again then haha,” you let out an awkward chuckle. “Let’s just walk, the village is already visible from here.”

None of you talked for the rest of the walk home, you figured it must’ve been awkward for him. You lived alone and your house placement was by the small waterfalls a bit far from the others. 

“We’re here, goodnight then. Thanks for today,” Itto said.

“Thank you as well, I had fun!” you said, hugging Itto by the neck.

This caused him to stumble a bit and lower himself to your level but he wasn’t expecting for you to stroke his horns. Itto let out a grunt and broke off the hug.

“Hey, didn’t I just tol-” you cut off Itto as you pulled him by his choker and placed your lips on him.

He had a shocked expression but deepened the kiss nonetheless. By this time you two were making out on your porch as your hands tugged Itto’s hair.

“Stay the night?” you said, looking at him with lustful eyes.

“I could but maybe you had too much to drink? I don’t want to do things with you without your consent if you're under the influence of alcohol,” he asked.

“You saw me drink just one cup, I’m fine,” you said, grabbing him by the collar as you dragged him inside of your house. 

You couldn’t wait, the way he moaned as you touched his horns was music to your ears. You pushed him onto the bed and sat on top of him. Itto turned his flustered face to the side and his breathing became shaky. 

“What’s up pretty boy, I thought you’re all high and mighty?” you whispered, slightly stroking his horns.

“Mhmm.” Itto moaned, struggling to keep his breath at ease.

You turned his face to your direction as you leaned down to kiss him. He returned the favour and deepened the kiss. You stroked his horns causing him to whimper and open his mouth allowing you to explore in it. Your tongue was clashing into his as you touched his horns and tugged on his hair. It wasn’t long since you felt a bulge from underneath your area.

“It’s getting a little tight down there, y/n.” Itto whispered in a low raspy voice, making you soft under his touch. 

You sat back up and started grinding on his bulge while tracing your hands along his exposed abs. Itto lets out whimpers of pleasure and pain from being impatient. 

“I can’t handle it, any longer. Please y/n” Itto begged under your gaze. 

You flashed him a smirk as you stood up to kneel in front of him. He sat down on the edge of your bed, waiting for your move. You stroked his hard clothed member at the same time you were touching yourself below. Itto loosened his belt and threw it to the side, allowing you to tug down his pants freeing his hard length. You looked up to see him grit his teeth together. You didn’t break eye contact as you licked his tip and pumped his member as the precum already leaked. A strong hand was felt at the back of your head as soon as you looked down to take his full member into your mouth. He was so big that you nearly choked midway, he assisted your head, allowing you to bop up and down on his dick. 

“Mmm that’s the spot, faster. You’ve mmhm been good mhhm today, haven't you?” he moaned in between the praise. 

You sucked him off faster making him grip on your hair tighter, pushing you downward allowing you to gag on his dick.

“I’m mhhm I’m about uh- mhmm to cum You're taking me so well aren't you mHm like your mhm mouth was made for mhm me.” he panted releasing hot liquid into your throat.

You backed up a bit, licking every drop he had while looking up.

“Hell, you still look innocent,” he said, pulling you into his lap.

He hungrily made out with you, slowly taking off your clothes. 

“Mmm Itto uh,” you moaned.

His hands found their way to your chest, fondling with your now hard nipples. You were whimpering from his touch, gripping his arm tight that it could leave a mark. He’s kissing you down to your neck, leaving marks to show that you’re his property. He laid you down while he remained on top of you, he stopped to appreciate your bare body.

“Damn, you’ve been keeping this from me all hmm? I’m glad that I’m the first to experience it then,” he said, leaving trails of kisses from your neck to your chest.

He started sucking on your chest as his other hand went down to play with your area, stroking and inserting his digits into your hole. You couldn’t help but grip on his hair even harder, making him grunt. He adjusted himself, now facing your area. He left wet kisses on your thighs and started licking you below. Sloppy noises and moans were heard. You pushed his head deeper between your tights, whimpering and moaning out loud.

“I’m close mhm I- mm,” you came, enclosing your thighs around his head making him grip your thighs tight.

He cleaned you up with his tongue, not letting your liquids go to waste. He positioned himself in front of your area and whispered,

“I can show you what the Arataki numero uno Itto can do in bed, it’s better than what I do in battle,” he said, placing his tip inside of you. “You know I go hard, fast, and deep,” he continued, pushing his length all the way inside.  

“Mmhm Itto, move. Ah- fast please, hurry up,” you impatiently begged.

He followed what you said and started thrusting fast, hitting your spot in every movement.

“Look at you, all fragile and flustered because of me. This sight is only for me, you got that,” he said with a raspy voice.

His voice made your knees weaker, he picked up your legs and placed them on his shoulders. In this position, he went deeper and deeper. You were a moaning mess until Itto shut you up with his mouth, exploring yours with his tongue.

“You taste really good mmm, you’re my new favourite meal now hmm, only for me,” he whispered. “You’re tight, you’re making me mmhm reach my climax fast.”

Your fingernails were now scratching his back as he went faster making you moan louder.

“Mhmm Itto I’m-” you couldn’t finish your sentence, you already released your hot liquid around his still hard member.

He didn’t pull out, he picked you up and sat you down on his lap while he’s still inside you. Thrusting deeper and faster, you could hear him pant louder as he moves inside you. You were already overstimulated but he’s still not done. You gripped his arms tight as you could feel your legs go jello.

“I’m cumming ah,” he said, releasing inside of you thrusting slowly not letting any leak out. 

He lays you down slowly, as he went to your bathroom to get a towel. Your exhausted breath could be heard in the silent room as he cleans you up. As soon as he’s done cleaning, he lies beside you. Both of you were still bare under the sheets, he pulled you into an embrace to his chest. His warmth made you feel comfortable and sleepy. You wrapped your legs around him as he hugged your waist. He kissed your forehead, making you look up to him.

“Hmm, after this what now? Tell me you’re mine, my one and oni?” he chuckled.

“I am Itto, I am now your one and oni,” you said, placing a kiss on his lips.

“That’s what I’ve always wanted to hear,” Itto said, tightening the embrace as you both drift off to sleep.

The next day, you could hear banging on your closed windows but ignored it to enjoy the warmth of your boyfriend.

“Y/N! Are you in there? I couldn’t find Itto, I was about to challenge him,” Ayato called out.

Suddenly the front door opened and you realised you were alone in your bedroom. You peeked through the bedroom door to see a half naked Itto talk to an embarrassed Ayato. You observed Itto’s back where your fingernail marks are. The visible marks on Itto’s body probably made Ayato flustered. 

“I hope you enjoyed last night and don’t forget to make time for our battles,” Ayato exclaimed as he said goodbye.

Itto went back to the room after he locked the doors. He dragged you back to bed into a warm embrace.

“Let’s just sleep for today,” he suggested.

“That’s a great idea,” you yawned.

“That’s my one and oni, I love you,” Itto said.

“I love you too,” you replied, drifting back to sleep. 

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“Meant To Be Yours” | Diluc x GN! Reader (Angst)

Diluc x Gender Neutral! Reader

SFW, Angst w/ Slight Comfort

TW: Threatening, Emotional Abuse, Suicide, Cussing, Accusation of Cheating

Note: This is heavily referenced from “Meant To Be Yours” from Heather: The Musical 

WC: 1.8K

You spent the day with the Cavalry Captain as ordered by the Acting Grand Master Jean. You roamed Mondstadt with him due to the rumored threats of Fatui attacking the town. Jean couldn't risk the townspeople to be hurt so she ordered everyone to be alert and scattered the knights in pairs around Mondstadt. 

"How's my brother?" Kaeya asked, stretching his arms upward.

“He’s fine, “ you said.

“Well he is, but how about you? I heard from a little bird that he was hesitant to let you accompany me,” he snickered.

“He’s just being protective,” you explained.

“You’re literally the chief strategist of the Knights of Favonious, he should know that you’re capable of protecting yourself plus I’m here,” he said, both of you getting deeper into Wolvendom.

“Uhm,” was all that you could say.

“Bit by bit, he’s being obsessed over you. The maids sent me a word that your arguments are getting more heated lately,” he said, stopping in his tracks. “Did you hear that?” He looked around.

“There’s no point in escaping!” the Electro Fatui Skirmisher shouted, approaching the both of you at a fast pace. 

You dodged it’s attack to the side and ran towards the Fatui Pyroslinger following it as Kaeya handled the bigger one. 

“Cool it,” Kaeya said, hitting the electro skirmisher in it’s critical point. 

You kicked the pyroslinger’s gun causing it to drop and pulled out your whip made out of water. You wrapped the whip around the enemy’s body, restraining it. This is one of the moments you were thankful for your Hydro vision.  You successfully restrained the enemy and ran to help Kaeya, leaving the enemy on the floor. As soon as Kaeya was going to stab the skirmisher, it turned to you and raised it’s hammer. Kaeya pushed you to the side, allowing the both of you to roll far from the enemy and he ended up on top of you. You peeked behind him and whipped the skirmisher’s head, snapping its neck leaving it dead on the floor.

“What in celestia is happening, getting all touchy in a secluded area I see?” you heard Diluc say from behind.

Kaeya realized the position you were both in and stood to help you up. 

“We were literally in a fight just now, dahell are you saying we’re getting touchy?” Kaeya exclaimed, pointing at the unconscious pyroslinger on the ground.

“Liars.” Diluc snickered. “Let’s talk at home y\n,” he said before walking away from the both of you.

“He’s being an asshole, are you sure you’ll be safe when you get home?” Kaeya asked.

“I will be. Let's turn in these two first, is this one dead?” you asked.

Kaeya walked up to the skirmisher and checked it’s pulse, “It’s weak but he can survive, let’s go.”

Your shift ended at nearly 11 PM. You slowly opened the doors of the Dawn Winery and stood beside a pillar observing your boyfriend, much to your surprise he was drinking. Diluc was drinking, it's unusual. Heck he even hates the taste of alcohol, now he has the taste lingering in his mouth. You never saw him in such a messy state. 

"What are you staring at?" Diluc hissed. 

"Uh, nothing. You must be busy drinking, maybe it's better if I sleep in my house tonight," you explained, slowly turning your body to get your things in your shared room. 

You felt shivers down your spine as his eyes were still glued to your figure. You heard the chair move, you peeked to see him fixing his gloves, slowly walking towards you. His face wasn't as calm as usual, his eyes seemed darker. He keeps mumbling about something but you can't make up what he's saying. You stood there, waiting for him to say something as he stopped in front of you. 

He tilted your chin upwards, as he pinned both of your hands above your head on the pillar. He was reeking of alcohol. 

'This is bad,' you thought. "Uhm, Diluc?" you softly asked. 

"You're leaving me?" He said, staring deep into your eyes. 

"Just for the night, I assumed you need space," you explained. 

He let go of your hands and slammed his fist on the pillar. 

"What do you mean, are you not happy with me? Or do you want to run off with my reckless so-called-brother?" he raised his voice. 

His actions surprised you, your heart was beating faster than ever. You froze, not knowing what to do. You never saw him drunk or even if you did you wouldn't know how to act in this situation. He tightened his grip on your chin, forcing you to look back up at him. 

"Answer me!" he shouted. 

"No! What the hell are you even thinking? I just thought you needed space, let me go!" You said, struggling under him. 

He was bigger and taller than you, you couldn't just push him off. You inhaled and did the unthinkable. You kicked his crotch, making him kneel and moan in pain. You run upstairs to the guest room as fast as you can. When you got inside, you immediately locked the door and moved the wide nightstand to block the door. Minutes later you heard loud banging on the door, you fell on the floor covering your ears. 

"YOU WERE MEANT TO BE MINE, I AM ALL THAT YOU NEED!" he shouted. 

There was a few minutes of silence, allowing you to catch your breath. 

"Y/N, open the door please." Diluc softly said, as the banging died down. "Y/N! OPEN THE DOOR." he demanded, aggressively twisting the locked door knob. 

"N-no, I don't want to..." you sobbed, hints of fear can be heard from your trembling voice. 

There was once again silence, it was getting suspicious. 

"Y/N, can we not fight anymore please? Sure, you're scared. I've been there." Diluc said, attempting to manipulate your mind into opening the door. "Y/N! Don't make me come in there, I'm going to count to three!!" He said asserting dominance. "One, two, screw it!" he shouted, lifting his claymore and stabbing it straight to the mahogany door. 

Diluc hit the door repeatedly, until there was a hole where he could reach the doorknob. You stood up, shaking in fear as you looked all around. Looking for an escape, alas the only escape was the window. You were on the second floor of the manor but you didn't have a choice. You were running out of time, you heard the doorknob unlock. You opened the window and raised your leg on the window pane. You looked back at your now manic boyfriend, taking one last glance. He already pushed the nightstand aside but before he could run and stop you. You already took the leap of fate, you didn't care what lies for you in the future. 

Diluc stood there by the window, flabbergasted. As soon as what happened sinked in, he went down and straight outside. Picking up your fragile body. Minimal breathing could be observed from you, until it stopped. Tears started streaming down his face, hugging your now lifeless body. He didn't care if your blood would stain his coat, he didn't care if it was freezing outside. 

'I lost another.' Diluc thought. 

The sight of you jumping and hitting your head first replayed in his mind. He frantically grabbed his hair, rocking your body rock and forth. 

"No, y/n. Please don't leave me alone," Diluc whispered, not letting go of your body, giving you one last kiss on your forehead. 

Elzer waited until things died down and approached the both of you. Diluc looked up to him with empty eyes and gestured to take your body. As soon as Elzer carried your body, Diluc went inside and slammed the front door. Elzer was trying to shake you awake as soon as he saw your chest rise and fall in a slow pace. He brought you to Deaconess Barbara that night. The fear from Barbara’s eyes were visible as she asked,

“Master.. Diluc, was the reason they jumped?”

Elzer couldn’t speak and gave her a nod. Your body was suffering as you were laid on the bed to rest. The door opened to see a panicking Jean with Kaeya following her back. 

“What happened?” Jean gasped, slowly touching your arm.

Dried blood was visible by your forehead. Kaeya picked up the wet towel that Elzer prepared and cleaned your face.

“I’ll talk to him,” Kaeya blurted out, making Jean turn her head. “Y/n’s breathing is normal now thanks to Barbara, they’ll live.”

“What if you two fight then?” Jean asked.

“I can manage,” Kaeya said as he left the room, leaving everyone speechless.

Barbara continued tending to your wounded body, while Jean sat down frustrated.

“Elzer please rest, there’s still an extra room here at the headquarters. You can go,” Jean said.

“Thank you Acting Grand Master,” Elzer said before he left.

Kaeya arrived at the familiar manor. He didn’t waste any time and busted the door open, receiving a shocked look from Diluc. 

“What the hell?! You told me you’ll protect and cherish them? I let you get over to them first since they liked you back. I WASTED MY CHANCES WITH THEM FOR YOU AND THIS IS WHAT YOU’LL DO?” Kaeya shouted, throwing a punch to his dumbfounded brother.

Diluc didn’t fight back, he was on the floor, not moving an inch.

“What if they died?” Kaeya asked, running his hand through his hair.

“I know I’m… stupid,” Diluc sighed.

“As if it’s not obvious! This won’t be forgiven with your apology and sweet talk. We’re talking about y/n’s life!” Kaeya exclaimed.

“I know. Just leave me alone for now,” Diluc said.

“Hell yeah I will. Suffer from the consequences of your own actions,” Kaeya said before leaving the manor. 

Weeks passed, you were back on your feet with a cast on your left arm. Barbara told you that it was a miracle that you survived since the impact was mostly on your head. No one has heard from Diluc these past few weeks and you don’t want to hear from him either, you are at peace. Elzer retrieved your things from the manor and moved it to the headquarters where you got your own room. You weren’t allowed to go out alone since Jean feared that Diluc might chase after you. This lead to her decision to let you stay in Liyue for awhile until you’re fully healed and work with Ningguang. 

This was the day you were temporarily leaving Mondstadt. You were standing by the bridge with Albedo and Kaeya holding your things. 

“We’ll see you in a bit y/n,” Jean said as she leaned in for a small hugt.

“Thank you for taking care of me Jean, Lisa, Noelle, and Barbara,” you said, looking at the women in front of you “I’ll repay you one day”

“No need, we deeply care about you and getting better will be your payment,” Barbara cheered.

“It’s time. We must stick to the schedule  so that we can arrive before dawn,” Albedo stated.

You bid your goodbyes one more time and proceeded to walk away from Mondstadt. You thought of the new opportunities waiting for you in Liyue and this time you’ll be prioritising yourself.

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Hello! I see your requests open and recently I've seen your "genshin boys as your filo kuya" post and I can't help but crack up! I love it!✨ I love Childe's the most cuz he's so considerate🥺

Can you do the same for the Obey Me brothers? 👉👈

Obey Me Brothers as your Filo Kuya!

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Y/N as the youngest sibling!

Language: Tagalog

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Leviathan

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Harana | Kazuha x GN! Reader

Kaedehara Kazuha x Gender Neutral! Reader

SFW; Fluff

WC: 900+

Language: English and Tagalog

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It was just 10 in the morning but your eyes already felt droopy. You couldn’t focus in class so you excused yourself to the bathroom. Fiddling with the hem of your sleeves, you stopped walking when you heard a familiar voice sing,

“Panalangin ko sa habang buhay, makapiling ka, makasama ka,

It was Kazuha. Average student probably has fangirls since he plays instruments and has a decent voice. 

You walked straight to the bathroom instead of greeting him directly. After splashing water on your face, you sat down on the wide marble sink and pulled out your phone. 

You were now swaying your feet at a faster pace as you read his text messages. You always took a liking to Kazuha but not to the point where you want to date him ,he just seemed admirable. Looking at the time, you realised that it was still time for lecture so you hurriedly went back to the room. You caught Kazuha’s gaze upon entering the room, before you looked away he shot you a small smile, just to make your heart jump. You were confused as to why you felt that way, you just admired him right? You sat down and forced yourself to listen and messily wrote down the notes.

Time quickly passed and soon it was already lunch time. When you walked out of the classroom, you saw Kazuha asking for Xinyan’s guitar from the other section. You stood from afar observing him. As soon as he got the guitar he went straight to the stairs, you didn’t see him bring food so you went to the canteen to buy food for the both of you. Luckily, you were the first section to get dismissed so there were no lines.

“Ate dalawa po neto, yung isa half rice lang po,” you said choosing different food for the both of you. 

You were now walking to the quadrangle when you saw him already sitting on the stone table by the tree, with his hair neatly tucked behind his ear and his bench towel on his shoulder. He looked in your direction and waved, you raised the two plastic bags you were carrying to show him you got food.

“Uy nag-abala ka pa,” Kazuha said, reaching for the plastic bag you offered.

“Ano ka ba, mura lang naman yan. Tsaka lunch di ka kakain?” you asked.

“Pano mo naman nalaman na di ako kakain?” he asked, raising his left brow.

“Well nakita kita nung pababa ka tapos wala ka man lang dalang pagkain,” you explained.

“Ikaw talaga ang hilig mo mag-abala para sa iba,” he said, pinching your cheek.

Him pinching your cheek is normal at this point, you’re friends but you barely hangout and you even just found out that he can sing. 

“Kain kaya muna tayo,” you suggested.

“Ikaw kain ka na, kantahan kita,” he said, smiling at you.

You opened your food as he sat down beside you, facing you as he prepared the guitar.

Kazuha started strumming the guitar to the tune of ‘Harana’.

“Wow harana, sino haharanahin mo?” you asked.

“Ikaw,” he smiled, tucking your loose bangs behind your ear.

His gesture made you turn away and take a sip from your water to hide the fact that this made you flustered.

“Oh ba’t parang gulat ka? Bawal ba?” he chuckled, while he rested his chin on the guitar looking at you with puppy dog eyes.

“May sinabi ba akong bawal? Di mo na nga tinuloy eh,” you said, looking back at him.

“Ikaw kasi,” he said, sitting straight back and started strumming again.

Uso pa ba ang harana? Marahil ikaw ay nagtataka

You slowly tucked away your lunch, giving him all your attention. You stared at his lips, as he softly sang the words.

Sino ba ‘tong mukhang gago? Nagkandarapa sa pagkanta at nasisintonado sa kaba

His gaze shifted from the strings to you, he smiled. His soft heartwarming smile was, he was smiling at you. This made you feel warm and fuzzy. He continues the song while you were lost in his eyes, you didn’t really have the chance to be this close to him because he was always with Tomo. You saw how he has light freckles all over his face, you saw how soft his hair is as it fell in front of his face. You slowly reached to his messy hair and tucked it back behind his ear. He stopped strumming but continued to sing as he held your face with his strumming hand,

“Sa’yong tingin, ako’y nababaliw, giliw,” he softly sang.

It was a moment between the two of you, you didn’t mind what the other students would think of the situation.

“ANO BA YAN RESPETO NAMAN SA SINGLE,” Beidou exclaimed from the opposite table from where you were.

The both of you were startled giving them an apologetic look, while your cheeks were both red.

“Tara kain na tayo,” he said, opening the meal you brought him.

The bell already rang when the both of you finished eating. He stood up and threw both of your trash then held out a hand for you to hold when you stood up.

“Tara,” you said.

The both of you were walking side by side, when he stopped before advancing to the stairs,

“So, pwede ba kitang ligawan? Araw araw kitang haharanahin dahil sa una pa lang ikaw ang aking panalangin,” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously.

“Pwede, I’d love that,” you replied, making his cheeks redder than before.

That was always his panalangin, for you to be his mamahalin. 

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Genshin Characters as your Filo Kuya

SFW, Crack

Ayato, Diluc, Itto, Childe, Kaeya, Thoma, Zhongli

Ayato

Diluc

Itto

Childe

Kaeya

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Genshin Characters as your Filo Classmate:

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Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Scaramouche, Itto, Yae

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Scaramouche

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got a thing about you (and it won't go away)

akaashi keiji x reader, 17.3k words

WARNINGS: suggestive themes (fwb to lovers), but nothing explicit :]

SUMMARY: At the beginning of each summer, when school finally let up, they would all meet up in a beach house in Hamamatsu for a week. It didn’t matter if you had a bad year. It didn’t matter what side of the country you were on. All that mattered was that the five of them promised to find their way back to each other, even if it was only for a while.

Akaashi looked forward to it every year.

Except this year, he dreaded it. And it was all because of you.

[A/N: this is officially my longest fic here; see i told you guys i could write serious fics too T_T !!!! i don't have a playlist but i listened to a mix of mitski and taylor swift while writing this so take from that what you will. hope you enjoy! <3]

“Keiji,” you murmured sleepily against his bare shoulder, the place where you’d been pressing kisses all morning.

“Y/N,” Akaashi tried to say in warning, but all that came out was a sigh, feeling the growth of your smile on his skin.

Akaashi tried to arch away, but he couldn’t move when he felt you pressing more kisses. “Y/N,” he breathed out, trying again, “we have to get ready soon or we’re going to be caught up in traffic.”

And there were other things he needed to do. Like discuss what they’re doing right now and what they will not be doing once they get to the beach house. He closed his eyes to gather all his strength, before cupping your cheek and gently pushing away. “Okay, come on,” he stressed, “we have to be responsible now.”

You only kissed his thumb in response, but allowed him to push you away slightly. “You always want to be responsible.”

Akaashi finally rose from the bed, ignoring you to put on a shirt. He felt like that was the proper thing to do before having the conversation he wants to have. He shouldn’t be naked, you know? When he turned around, he saw you cuddling his pillow.

“I have to be.” is how he started it. “And speaking of responsible, we should talk about this.”

You raised a brow, “This?”

Akaashi pointed lamely to the space between them, “You know. Us.”

You bit your lip, holding back a smile, “What about us?”

He pursed his mouth, and annoyingly enough, you copied him too, puckering your mouth like you were asking for a kiss. He glared at you, “Be serious.”

“I am serious,” you rolled your eyes, “you’re the one who can’t even say it.”

Akaashi’s known you far too long to miss the challenge in your tone. “I’m trying to be delicate. But I should have known that it’s better to be direct when it comes to you—”

“It’s only been eight years, Keiji,” you added with a smirk.

“What I’m trying to say is,” Akaashi cleared his throat, “is that considering how annoying our friends are, I think we should stop doing this. They’re going to catch on and then god knows what I’ll have to do when they start teasing us.”

You laughed, “We can be subtle.” your laugh settled into a smile. “We can keep a secret.”

“You are the opposite of subtle.” Akaashi replied, thinking about all the times they sneaked out to go for midnight walks back in high school and how terrible of a liar you were whenever your parents would catch you sneaking back in. He tried to be stern, “We need to stop.”

You groaned, turning your face to bury it into a pillow.

Akaashi focused on being understanding, instead of the other things his brain was filing for further investigation.

(Like the way his bed smelled completely of you. How right that felt. How good you looked in his bed. How much you both avoided this conversation of stopping. Why he didn’t really want to stop—)

His brain settled on what was safe, simple and true: hooking up with each other felt too good. Who would want to stop?

If not for the impending beach house trip, Akaashi wouldn’t think to put a stop to it either; so he let you have your moment, before going to you and sitting beside you on the bed.

“You’re silly,” he said, letting himself give in to impulse and pull you closer. “You like my body that much? I’m this good in bed?”

From this close, he can see you roll your eyes. “You wish. As if you could keep your hands to yourself. Why stop when we both know we can’t? Why set ourselves up?”

“It shouldn’t be that hard.” he retorted in response.

And it shouldn’t be. You’ve known each other for eight years, and have gone for almost the same amount without all of… this. Besides, you’re not even dating.

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It just happened. At least, when Akaashi tried to think about how he ended up here, that was all he could find. It just happened. There was alcohol involved. Maybe mercury was in retrograde. Post-midterms stress was probably a factor. All in all, the circumstances were vague.

But a couple things were clear:

You, for one. He knew who he was falling into bed with. He wouldn’t be able to miss the familiar colour of your eyes. The feel of your hand, even in the dark.

The lack of regret was another. There was panic, of course, but no part of him had recoiled away in disgust or horror when he woke up wrapped around you tight. Instead, it felt right.

So much so that when you opened your eyes, all Akaashi did was fall back into you, against your mouth.

Both of you wanted it, that became clear when you kept falling into bed together with no discussion whatsoever of when to stop.

Until today— and Akaashi admits it was hardly a proper conversation at all. He meant to continue it in the car, he swears, but it was a long drive from Tokyo to Hamamatsu. And on the off chance that it went south, he didn’t want to be stuck in the car with you for that long. But then you fell asleep, and by the time you had woken up, they had already arrived.

Akaashi had missed his timing, and now, as they rolled in through the paved driveway of the beach house, he could only pray for mercy.

No, not from god. But from the bastards he calls his friends.

They spoke for themselves:

The windows of his car are rolled down, so he can hear them loud and clear.

“There he is!” came the teasing voice of Bokuto, “Akaaashiiiiiiii!”

Beside him, you stuck your head out of the window, “Hey, what about me? Are you guys not excited to see me?”

He saw Kuroo and Kenma immediately school their faces into something bored, “No, not at all.”

You didn’t even wait for Akaashi to put the brakes on. The car was still moving when you took off your seatbelt and stepped out of the car. You marched over with the most debilitating pout, and Kuroo and Kenma only managed to hold out for another second or two, before they both broke out into a grin.

You tackled them into a hug, “I missed you guys!”

You squeezed them hard before letting go and launching yourself at Bokuto. Akaashi didn’t know how it was possible, but Bokuto only seemed to have gotten broader over the past few months they didn’t see each other. He smiled when he saw how small you looked in his arms.

You were always going to be smaller. A constant that Akaashi loved.

He finally got out of the car too and called out, “Y/N, don’t forget to grab your bag!”

But all he got was a wave of your hand, “I’ll grab it later.”

Akaashi grabbed it now, because he already knew how the future was going to unfold. You were going to lie down on the couch, forget, and then somehow needle him into getting it for you. He shuts the trunk of his car and locks it.

As he pocketed his keys though, he immediately made eye contact with Kuroo’s shit-eating grin and already, already, he knew what was coming. “Shut up,” he said preemptively. Even swings his bag to hit Kuroo for good measure.

Kuroo just laughed, grabbing one bag from him, “You know, this is exactly why you get made fun of.”

“Shut up,” Akaashi said again and escaped him by entering the house. He took his shoes off, replacing it with one of the pairs of house slippers by the door.

A cool breeze greeted him at the door. He breathed in and some of the tension, left over from the school year, started leaking out of him.

This house and its familiar bones. Its walls and their constant shades of beige and blue. The summer house welcomed him, and something in him settled.

He was at the beach house with his old friends. All else aside, he felt at peace.

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The peace obviously didn’t last long. It was expected, considering how well Akaashi knew his friends and their meddling ways (yes, like some Scooby doo villains).

The moment you stepped out of their sights to use the bathroom, Akaashi immediately got pulled into an impromptu meeting in the kitchen.

“Akaashi Keiji,” Kuroo began, voice low and eyes monitoring the bathroom door, “I see there has been no progress on the sad state of your love life. I knew this would happen. We can’t keep letting this go on. It’s pathetic.”

“Hey,” Akaashi said, insulted, “Who says my love life is sad?”

Bokuto carefully reached out to pat his hand, “Oh, Akaashi. If you were dating someone, we’d know. If you were dating our beloved friend, we would definitely know.”

“It’s getting sad, Akaashi,” Kuroo said, putting his hand on top of Bokuto’s that was still on top of Akaashi’s. Kenma, feeling a little left out, also joined in by setting his hand on top of Kuroo’s. “We’re staging an intervention. You need help.”

Akaashi took his hand out of this weird hand sandwich it ended up in, “I don’t need help.”

Kuroo sniffed, “We’re not doing this for you. We’re doing this for ourselves. I’m tired of having to see you guys act all gross and then say you’re just friends. Just kiss already. It’s sick.”

Kenma added on, “Don’t you get tired of being Y/N’s ‘yes’ man without getting benefits?”

He stopped himself from mindlessly blurting out that he was currently receiving some benefits, which wasn’t that difficult considering the annoyance that rose in him at Kenma’s statement. “Um?” he raised a brow, “What do you mean ‘yes’ man? I am not a yes man. What does that even mean? I say no to her all the time.”

His statement was met with blank stares and raised brows.

“Akaashi, please. We’re all yes men when it comes to her,” Kuroo eventually snorts, looking right through him, “Who do you think can say no to her here?”

Akaashi took a look at his friend’s faces, Kenma’s exasperation, Kuroo’s resignation, and Bokuto’s sheepishness standing out.

“I’m sure there are people in this world who can say no to her,” Kuroo continued, “but not us. And certainly, not you.”

Akaashi’s mouth moved through a handful of words. None of them ever got a voice.

Kuroo smugly leaned back as you came back, oblivious to the smackdown he just delivered.

You patted your drying hands on your shorts and looked straight at Akaashi first, “Keiji, why do you look so stressed?”

Kenma, the only one of them with a mouth that worked as fast his brain, immediately bounded to you with a smirk, “Don’t worry, we just told him he’s cooking dinner tonight.”

You gasped and then started lecturing with a frown, “Stop making him cook every time. We had a long drive from Tokyo. Let him rest.”

Akaashi bit his lip. That was cute. It was really cute of you to say that. But whatever smile that threatened to come up died when Bokuto put his arm around his shoulders. They watched you try to smack Kuroo, but was held back by Kenma’s arm on your waist.

“Aww,” Bokuto whispered to him, “Look at her defending you. That’s good girlfriend material right there. For you. Don’t worry, Akaashi. We are not letting you come out of this vacation single. We’ll be the best wingmen ever. You’ll see.”

Akaashi meant it wholeheartedly when he said, “Bokuto-san. That is the single most terrifying thing you’ve ever told me.”

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Akaashi didn’t even have to spend that much time thinking about what exactly Bokuto meant about being wingmen. He doesn’t even make it to dinner before the wingman-ning began.

You had managed to save him from being in charge of dinner, but Akaashi didn’t completely escape it.

Kuroo made a ridiculous show of looking at the fridge and then proceeded to gasp so loud, you jumped in your seat beside Akaashi. “I cannot believe we forgot tomatoes. Somebody needs to go to the store and buy them,” and then pointedly looks at Akaashi.

Akaashi’s brow furrowed as he shrugged, “I mean, sure, I can go get them. There’s still that small shop down the street, right?” He made a move to stand up and grabbed a light jacket, but before he could even leave the vicinity of the living room, Bokuto stopped him, “Woah, woah, woah, you’re going alone?”

God, Akaashi already knew what was coming. At the risk of alerting you, Akaashi played along, “Yeah?”

“Dude, it’s late. It’s dangerous out there,” Bokuto said, putting on his big watery puppy dog eyes and directed it to the person weakest to it; you. “You should go with him.”

This is some weak wingman-ning, Akaashi decides. Hamamatsu is arguably one of the safest cities. Akaashi was more likely to suffer from gifted kid burn out syndrome than getting hurt, walking alone at night.

But you clearly didn’t care that Bokuto just gave the flimsiest rationale on why you should go get tomatoes together. You only threw your head back with a laugh, before standing up with a salute, “Yeah, I’ll make sure our old man gets to and from the grocery all safe.”

As you both walked out, he was absolutely certain he could hear those gremlins giggling, behind their hands. They think they’re so slick. They’re so lucky you were oblivious. Actually, Akaashi’s the one who's lucky, because if you knew, he would never, ever, be able to live it down.

The moment you’re out on the main road, you casually slipped your arm around his and looked up with a cheeky smile. “This is okay, right?” you asked with an exaggerated shiver. The ocean breeze didn’t even reach here. “I’m just doing this because it’s a bit cold.”

“Yeah,” Akaashi said with a sigh, “It’s fine.”

“It’s not like they can see,” you reasoned, “It’s fine as long as they don’t, because we can just carry on, right?”

“Y/N.” He warned.

“It’s still a secret,” you said, pressing your cheek against his shoulder, “I don’t see why we should stop. It’s nobody’s business but ours. I don’t understand why we have to stop because of what other people might say.”

Akaashi couldn’t exactly say anything because, well… you’re not wrong. It’s just every part of him shudders at the thought of everybody knowing. Especially, their friends knowing. He hasn’t settled on the answer to why exactly that is. But he does mention what he knows you guys have been suffering through together over the years, “It’s just a hassle. You know the jokes our friends already make about us. Think of how much worse it will be when they find out what we’ve been doing.”

You don’t say anything, only making a soft vague noise. He couldn’t tell if it was made in agreement or in protest. With the weight of the day pressing down on him, he dropped the convo and opted to change the topic, “Is it just me or did Bokuto get really big?”

And that set you off, “Right! Not only that, but he’s sturdy. A little thick, you know what I’m saying?”

The phrasing made Akaashi laugh, “Never thought I’d hear that coming from your mouth. Remember back in high school?”

The conversation took them down memory lane and carried them all the way to the grocery store, where they didn't even bother getting a shopping cart. Akaashi didn’t expect you guys to be there for that long.

They get to the fresh produce section where the refrigerator blasts cold air on the color vegetables. He scans among the greens to find where the tomatoes were, when he accidentally bumps you beside him. “Sorry,” he said, touching the small of your back absentmindedly.

“It’s fine,” you said, shivering. “Let’s hurry. I’m freezing here.”

“Want my jacket?” Akaashi offered, but he’s already taking it off before you could protest.

“It’ll be big on me,” you muttered, but already halfway through putting it on. “This is why I should start going to the gym. I need to get thicker too.”

It is big on you;. it looks like you’re swimming in it, hands hidden by the sleeves. “I thought you wanted to go to get prettier,” Akaash reached over and fixed the collar of his jacket, pinching your nose in the process before he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, “Come on. You can pick which tomato we get to eat tonight.”

“I hate tomatoes!”

“I know.”

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When they got back and you settled back on the couch, he was immediately pulled towards the kitchen.

“You need to monitor,” Kenma said as he washed the tomatoes they bought. Bokuto joined in, and Akaashi half-expected Kuroo to join in. He didn’t. His job was clearly to keep you occupied by trashing you at Wii Sports.

“So,” Bokuto started, “Give us an update I see you made a move.”

“What move?” Akaashi sighed. These gremlins have too many romcoms, it’s starting to poison their minds.

Kenma looked at him like he was stupid, “The jacket. That’s a classic boyfriend move.”

“Yeah, weren’t you wearing that jacket when you left?” Bokuto added.

Akaashi frowned, fighting the urge to look at where you were still wrapped up in his jacket, “She was cold. Was I supposed to let her freeze?”

Kenma shook his head, “You’re so hopeless. What’s annoying is you’re doing everything right without even trying. Go sit on the couch. Perform some self-reflection.”

Akaashi pouted, even as Bokuto patted him like a stray dog in the park, and stalked all the way to the living room. He walked past the television, and he ended up getting yelled at by young and Kuroo too for blocking their view. It only worsened his mood.

“Akaashi!” Kuroo complained, falling to the floor in defeat, while you cheered, “Suck it, loser.”

Akaashi settled grumpily on the couch and wished dinner would come soon. You burrowed at his side, “Are you hangry?”

He shrugged.You reached over to fiddle with a piece of hair behind his ear and murmured, “You must be.”

You took on Kuroo’s challenge for a rematch and funnily enough, Akaashi missed your presence immediately.

His frown deepened. Maybe he should self-reflect.

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He performed zero self-reflection, but he did eat dinner. As always, food solved everything. Well, not everything, but he figured sleep would take care of the rest.

It’s only when he began brushing his teeth that he felt the weight of the day fully hit him. There was the four hour drive. The excitement from reuniting with his friends. And then the stress of having to deal with his friends’ matchmaking schemes.

All he wants to do now is lie down, twist to the side to hear his back crack, and maybe scroll through his phone until he passes out. Just like any other self-respecting young adult under late stage capitalism. No thinking. Just vibes.

It’s his main thought as he brushed his teeth.

He heard a knock on the bathroom door and when he opened it, he saw you standing there in pyjamas, a toothbrush in hand.

“Wait your turn,” he said, the words coming out garbled because of the toothbrush in his mouth.

You only smiled sheepishly, coming into the bathroom and lightly kicking the door closed. Akaashi raises a brow when he hears you lock the door.

In response, you only shrugged, “Can I borrow some toothpaste?”

Akaashi spat in the sink and washed his mouth. He gestured at the sink, “Go ahead then. Did you intentionally forget?”

“I knew at least one of you guys wouldn’t forget. If not you, then Bo would for sure have it. You boy scouts,” you shrug, grabbing the toothpaste and squeezing it out.

Akaashi knew he should leave. That he should stop standing there stupidly, watching you wet your stupid toothbrush. What was he waiting for?

He moves, but all he does is lean against the door, his hands behind him—clutching at the door knob but not turning it. What was he waiting for?

He should say goodbye, but all he said was, “It’s because he had braces too. You would never understand.”

“It’s not my fault I was born with perfect teeth,” you smirked at him through the mirror. Thrill ran through him.

Akaashi ignored it, “Perfect, my ass. I remember when you got all your wisdom teeth taken out. You were crying so much.”

You raised a brow before turning on his electric toothbrush. It buzzes noisily, as if to say, what’s your point? Akaashi shook his head. Unlike Bokuto, he felt like you would never change. There’s a certain softness in your cheeks that’s still there. A certain spark that’s never dimmed despite what life’s thrown your way.

He knew you too well, has known you for so long. A part of him, one that’s fearful and anxious at the future he’s hurtling towards, hopes that whatever happens, this never changes.

He’s too caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t even notice you’ve caught him staring. He’s startled when your mouth curls into something bright. It has him looking away, his hand coming up to rub his neck.

Akaashi heard you hum. It sounded annoyingly pleased.

A hand comes up to cup his cheek, forcing his gaze back.

“Now,” you said, suddenly a breath away, dragging his attention down to your mouth. Voice coming down to a low whisper, you ask, “It’s time to see how serious you really are. You really don’t want to sleep with me tonight?”

Akaashi bit his lip. “We shouldn’t,” he said, in a voice he hoped was firm.

You pouted. A debilitating thing that has his hand curling at your hip to push you away. But he’s not quick enough, because you go to hold his wrist. He tries again, “Y/N, we shouldn’t do—“

His voice cracked when you brushed your nose against his. Embarrassment floods him. He’s seen you through your puberty phase. You shouldn’t have this much of an effect on him.

“Baby, come on,” you whispered, guiding his hand under your shirt. Desire burned through him, especially as he felt the heat of your skin. As warm as he remembered it. As smooth as he remembered it. He’s lost, and you know it.

“Don’t baby me,” he said, cursing up a useless storm. In the end, it didn’t matter. He’s already leaning down to capture your lips with his.

You whimpered against his mouth, which only set him off further. He wrapped an arm around You’s waist, pressing him close as he kissed him hard. All thought left his brain. It was just you, you, you, consuming him.

You ended up pressed against the bathroom counter, hands tangled in his hair. When Akaashi nipped at your bottom lip, you tugged at it. He groaned, pulling away.

“Okay,” You panted, leaning back against the counter, “Baby me instead.”

“I baby you enough,” Akaashi rolled his eyes. “Some might say too much.”

You laughed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, “Forget them. I like it when you take care of me. It’s not overbearing. You don’t do it, because I’m helpless. I don’t see the problem.”

But the more Akaashi thought about it, the more it felt like there was a problem.

“Come here,” You said, dragging him between your legs. Akaashi’s hands came to rest on the bare skin of your thighs, where your sleep shorts have ridden up.

“Y/N,” Akaashi whispered, his hand inching further up. “Are you trying to prove a point?”

You giggled, “Is it working?”

It’s working too well. Akaashi couldn’t find it in himself to mind. Here it was again. The lack of regret. Just desire hitting him over and over again.

Everything about this reminded Akaashi of the first time they ever did this. At this random party, in some stranger’s bathroom. Judgement clouded by alcohol. Lack of judgement intensifying want.

Now, under the soft yellow light of this bathroom, they are in the same position. But this time, he doesn’t have the excuse of alcohol.

He hasn’t had that excuse every time in between since then.

And he hasn’t had the time to think about that. Too distracted by your perfect mouth, perfect hands, perfect body to think about when he started thinking of his best friend like this. It should be wrong. This was you.

You with your moon face and round eyes, wide with innocence.

Something between you has changed, and it’s quite possibly irreversible.

He blinked when he felt a kiss pressed against his forehead. “You look worried. Wanna talk about it—“

A knock interrupted them. You’re already rolling your eyes, “What!”

“What do you mean what?” came an annoyed voice. It was Kuroo. “You’ve been there for ages. Some people want to get ready for bed too.”

“I’m taking a shit!” You yelled back, and Akaashi had to cover his mouth to keep himself from laughing out loud.

He heard a thump against the door. “Fine! You better fucking spray after. I don’t want to brush my teeth in that stench.”

“Yeah, yeah,” You said dismissively.

Akaashi waited until he heard footsteps recede before detangling himself from you. Reality literally knocked on the door and said, is this reason enough?

He wanted to hit his head. He was such a hypocrite. He really should’ve left the moment You stepped into the bathroom.

You pouted hard and tried to reach for him again, “We should go to bed.”

Akaashi was better at avoiding this time. “I agree,” He said, before specifying, “Separately.”

“You’re so lame.”

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He woke up the next day, feeling like he didn’t sleep at all. It’s because he didn’t. He slept piss poor the whole night, a punishment he thought he didn’t deserve. Not that he thought refusing to sleep with his best friend should be rewarded, but—you know what he means.

He was so goddamn tired, he couldn’t even speak a single word during breakfast until he finished his first cup of coffee.

And to make matters worse, you looked completely okay. Refreshed even. He came trampling through the backdoor; the sand, the sun, Bokuto and Kenma following behind. The sound of your bright laughter irritated his sleep deprived brain.

“Akaashi, you’re awake!” Bokuto said, bounding up to him.

If it were anyone else, he would have grumpily responded. But it was Bokuto, who even at his most annoying was hard to be mad at. He gave him a small smile, “You guys had fun all by yourselves?”

Kenma, on his way to the bathroom, chimed in, “We tried waking you up, but you were dead to the world.”

Bokuto laughed, “You were lying face up, but your pillow wasn’t under your head. It was over. Y/N thought somebody murdered you in your sleep.”

“I was the only one concerned,” You shook your head, grabbing a pitcher of water from the fridge, “Remember that when you’re choosing which one of us is your favourite.”

Bokuto wasn’t concerned, “Do you remember when we used to pass out at his house after a party and he would somehow wake up out of his blankets, legs in the weirdest positions? I still think we should record him sleeping, just to see something.”

You visibly gulped down his water and wiped his mouth, “He just needs to be held down. He sleeps very peacefully when he’s being held.”

Akaashi wished you were joking, but he literally stopped breathing. There’s this brief moment of silence where he’s pretty sure Bokuto was wondering if he heard that right. He’s never been so grateful that two of his friends weren’t in the room. They would never let him live it down.

“Hey,” Bokuto coughed, but his smile was so cheeky Akaashi knew whatever was coming next could not be good, “How do you know this? Have you tried it? Is this first hand experience?”

Akaashi does him better and pretends he has phlegm stuck in his throat. Anything to avoid being part of this conversation. He hacked it up so good, it didn’t feel like pretend anymore. You worriedly came up to him and smacked his back, “Keiji! Drink some water.”

It’s enough to distract everyone.

And then, Kuroo unintentionally did him a solid by walking out wearing the ugliest outfit known to man. (Okay, it’s not that ugly. He just looked like he’s dressed like a middle schooler. Like, come on. A sweater vest and yellow shorts?) By then, everyone’s too concerned about missing out on delivering sick burns.

Akaashi internally cheered. Sometimes, bad bitches (masculine) won.

For now, at least.

Hours later, life tried him again.

Peace never truly lasted. Ws always eventually turned to Ls. He’s been truly put on this earth to suffer.

And of course, the loss was personally hand-delivered by those most beloved to him.

After a huge lunch, they all had food-induced comas and decided that the best way to recover from this was to spend the rest of their day watching movies. (Actually, Bokuto suggested taking a walk by the beach, but he was immediately vetoed by Kuroo, Kenma, and you—who all claimed they needed to be rolled out of the restaurant and back to the beach house.)

Here was the kicker though: after diagnosing himself with onset food coma, all his defenses were low. He went to the restroom to relieve himself a little, change into sweatpants so he didn’t feel like he couldn’t breathe, and when he came back, he found that all the seats in the living room were taken. Even the floor, where Kuroo was sprawled out like an overheated dog, had no space.

There was really only one spot open, and that was the one right next to you.

With a sinking feeling, Akaashi thought, he’s been bamboozled.

None of the rats he called friends would meet his eyes, but they all looked a shade of smug as he walked on over to his seat of honor for the day. Of course, Akaashi thought. You’d both wound up sitting together on a loveseat.

He willed himself to act natural. He can sit next to his friend, all casual. No big deal. He would not give his friends the reaction they wanted. He cleared his throat, “So what are we watching?”

“I think,” Kenma suggested, “we should watch that new show on Netflix? Alice in Borderland or something.”

Kuroo grunted from the floor, “I don’t want to watch that. Let’s watch Midsommar instead.”

At that, Akaashi protested, “I’ve already seen Midsommar. You’ve seen Midsommar.” Akaashi knew that for a fact, because he was the one who bullied Kuroo into watching it.

“Don’t be selfish,” Kuroo retorted, “Bokuto, Y/N, and Kenma haven’t seen it yet.”

“Ugh,” Kenma groaned, “I’m going to have trouble sleeping tonight if we do. And if that happens, I’ll make it your problem.”

Kuroo rolled to his side, his head propped up by his hand, a stupid grin on his face, “Don’t worry, you can come sleep with me if you get scared tonight, Kenma.”

“You—“ Kenma bit out, and then Akaashi got the glorious privilege of watching him turn red. He felt like he should shake Kuroo’s hand or something. Rarely does anyone get to do that to Kenma, and for Kuroo of all people—well. Akaashi was simply impressed. Just for that, Akaashi was willing to rewatch Midsommar.

Bokuto, as always, came between the two as peacemaker, “Why don’t we just vote?”

“Okay,” Kuroo raised his other hand, “Who wants to watch Midsommar?”

Akaashi raised his hand, and you casually did too, “I don’t care either way.”

Kenma snarled, “Then fucking put your hand down.” Bokuto held his hand, laughing, “It’s okay, Kenma, I’ll cover your eyes for you during the scary scenes.”

Kenma softened, “Fine.”

Kuroo cheered, pulling himself up to fit himself onto the couch beside Kenma who looked at him with wariness. “Don’t look at me like that. It’s a good movie.”

“You just like it when I’m scared,” Kenma grumbled, and then Bokuto cut in again, “Do I have to sit in between you guys?”

You snorted, “Just get it set up, guys,” and even though Kuroo started navigating to the movie on screen, the three of them continued arguing.

Akaashi heard you sigh and lean your head against the couch cushions. If they were back in his dorm, you would have leaned against Akaashi’s shoulder instead. Akaashi was glad that you finally stopped making this hard for them. He glanced towards the tangled mess that was Kenma, Bokuto, and Kuroo and frowned. How come they got to cuddle in peace? Meanwhile, if Akaashi put an arm around you, he would never hear the end of it. What kind of double standard is this? This is so…sexist? Akaashi-phobic? Whatever it is, it sucked. Cuddling can be platonic.

Some sick voice in Akaashi’s head snidely added: kissing and sleeping with someone can be platonic too. But is platonic what you feel when you do all that with your best friend?

Akaashi shook his head and got comfortable instead. He put his head on your shoulder and thought nothing of it. It’s summer; there was no room for complicated things.

“Don’t fall asleep on me,” You said, resting his head gently on Akaashi’s head.

“I won’t,” Akaashi said, though the mention of sleep made him yawn.

You hummed, “You looked pretty tired though, this morning.”

“I was,” Akaashi said and left it at that.

You didn’t say anything for a while, and Akaashi thought that was the end of it too, right as the movie opening sequence launched, You said, “I couldn’t sleep either.”

“Is that why you were so loud this morning?” Akaashi chuckled lowly.

“That was the coffee I drank this morning. I couldn’t even sleep in,” He couldn’t see it, but he could definitely hear the pout in your voice. A tiny part of him rejoiced at hearing it, the one who never got tired of teasing you. And another part of him relaxed at the thought that it wasn’t only him that couldn’t sleep well.

Good thing the movie finally started. “Be quiet,” He finally said, “You have to pay attention, so you don’t end up confused later on.”

“Mean,” You muttered, but did as he said.

There’s something fun about rewatching movies, especially with people who have never seen it before. You catch a lot of things you didn’t notice before, foreshadowing, easter eggs, plot twists. You understand things a lot better the second go around, especially for these psychological horror type movies. Even better, the scares aren’t as scary as they were the first watch.

Of course, for the first time watchers…

It’s quite fun watching their reactions. He could tell Kuroo felt the exact same way by the way he kept glancing over at Kenma’s and Bokuto’s reactions (more Kenma’s really, he’d been watching some scenes with his hands covering his eyes). Meanwhile, you just looked intrigued. Grossed out at worst.

Akaashi rubbed his face against your shoulder. “Hey,” he whispered, “What are you thinking?”

“They’re so nice to her, comforting her, telling her things she wants to hear,” You said, “Everything her boyfriend is not. She’s going to end up killing him at the end, doesn’t he?”

“Hmm,” Akaashi teased, “I don’t know, you'll just have to wait and see.”

You huffed, “That means I’m right.”

“You’re so impatient,” Akaashi laughed softly.

You sighed, like you were putting down a heavy weight. After a moment, he felt your hand on top of his. Fingers absently playing with his. “I’m more patient than you’ll ever know,” You said quietly, the words almost drowned by the movie.

He didn’t know what to say. Maybe he shouldn’t say anything. Maybe he wasn’t even meant to hear.

The movie neared its end.

On screen, there’s a pire burning. There’s a girl dressed up in flowers, a breathless content smile on her face. “Good for her,” You said, happy to get it right. “What a happy ending,” he laughed.

Akaashi has seen this all before. Had the same conclusion you uttered. And yet, this time around…he’s filled with this weird sense of dread. Something’s not right.

Everything is cathartic-induced bright. The credits played.

Everybody stretched their arms up to the sky, legs outward. Akaashi stretched too, neck to the right, to the left. Eyes out to the beautiful summer sky. It’s bright. It’s so bright.

He glanced back at you and swallowed the awful feeling.

Just a remnant of the movie.

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He’s cornered again. This time, by Kuroo as the two of them washed dishes together.

“So,” Kuroo started, and Akaashi didn’t even hesitate to flick soap suds at him. Kuroo swipes his wet hand against Akaashi’s hair and he shivered in disgust. He immediately covered his head and glared, “How could you—“

“You literally started it!” Kuroo retorted. “Anyway, I saw you and a little someone cuddling on the couch earlier.”

“Oh, shut up,” Akaashi said, rolling his eyes. Bold of Kuroo to say, considering how handsy he was with both Kenma and Bokuto. Akaashi didn’t even bother calling him out. Kuroo was a different breed of shameless. “Don’t make it weird.”

Kuroo raised a brow, “I don’t need to make it weird. You guys make it weird. Like the vibes… you guys are giving off.”

Akaashi frowned, “You’re not making any sense.”

“I’m not explaining it right,” Kuroo said, drying a plate, “I mean, the vibes, right? You guys have always been closer than any of us—no, don’t give me that look. You guys have. I always chalked it up to the repressed feelings you guys have for each other. But this time, it’s different. I just can’t tell if it’s good or bad.”

Akaashi froze. It’s that noticeable? What did weirder than usual mean? Fuck, could he tell they were hooking up?

He forced himself to act cool, shrugging his shoulders, “I literally do not know what you’re talking about, dude.”

“Don’t worry,” Kuroo smirked, “I’ll point it out the next time I see it. I promise I’ll be subtle.”

Spoilers: he was not fucking subtle.

Akaashi swore there was absolutely no weird vibes when the group of them were enjoying dessert in the middle of the night. Some ice cream cake they bought to celebrate their reunion. They were laughing about something stupid. Half of them were lounging on their side on the floor, the other half was leaning against the couch. You were the only one left with the fork, taking turns to feed Bokuto, Kuroo, and yourself.

The ice cream-cake enthusiast triangulation.

You usually ate in such small bites. Maybe it was because you were feeding two big-mouthed eaters, but you actually ended up eating such large bites of the cake. Cream on the edges of your mouth while you continued talking and laughing without wiping it away.

Listen, it didn’t mean anything. You looked messy. Akaashi hated messy. Friends helped out friends. Akaashi was also a friend.

He didn’t think much of it, when he reached over and swiped the cream with his thumb. Thought nothing of how it might look when his other hand steadied your chin. “You look like a fool,” He had even laughed as he leaned back, absentmindedly sucking the cream off his thumb.

You look wide-eyed and red-cheeked in his hands.

It wasn’t until Kuroo had taken Bokuto’s chin and loudly exclaimed, “Oh, Bokuto, let me gently wipe your mouth too,” that Akaashi felt extremely self-conscious of his actions. The situation only got worse when Bokuto puckered his lips, which had Kuroo literally laughing on the floor. Kenma, thankfully, only rolled his eyes.

Akaashi couldn’t even look at you after that. He didn’t think it was weird. But now, because of everyone’s eyes, it felt weird.

You ended up standing up and putting the cake away, sounding annoyed, “I think you’ve had enough cake. Go to bed.”

Kuroo made eye contact with him and smirked, as if to say, now, do you see what I mean?

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Akaashi wanted to be alone after that. He felt somewhat transparent and unreadable at the exact time. Like everybody was seeing something that he himself couldn’t see inside of him.

Well. That wasn’t completely true. He knew there was something different…he just didn’t want any of their friends to know. He wanted to figure it out himself, before they started doing what they did earlier. It made him feel weird and ashamed. Like what was going on between you two had morphed into something wrong.

Which didn’t even make sense, considering all the stupid pushing his friends were doing to ‘set them up.’

The best thing to clearly do next is to sleep it off. But as he laid in bed, he found that he couldn't sleep again. He uncomfortable in this bed, and it didn’t matter how much he twisted and turned, he couldn’t make himself feel right. But he couldn’t stay awake either, not with his head all jumbled up.

He was tempted to suffocate himself when his phone buzzed beside him. He frowned, he was so messed up over this that he didn’t even put his phone on silent.

He sighed and reached over. A text message from you.

Sleep with me tonight, the text said.

Akaashi places his phone face down on his own bed and holds back a scream. This was the last thing he needed tonight. Sense told him that he should stick to his rule. Sneaking into your bed wasn’t a good idea. Maybe if you were sharing a room, he could manage it, but they all got their own rooms. It would be hard to sneak back to his own bed without getting caught. It would be tougher to have to explain if he got caught.

His phone buzzed again and when he looked at the notification, he immediately groaned, rolling in bed so that he could bury his face in his pillow. After taking a moment to compose himself, he opened his phone to the message.

It’s a dark picture of you, blanket pulled up to your chin, pouting at the camera. It came with a simple message— I'm cold.

And then another message, I sleep better with you.

His chest ached. He bit his lip, running a hand through his hair. He shouldn’t do this. But Akaashi was struggling too. Sleep-deprived and confused, all he wanted was to rest. And the last time he slept well was when he was with you.

Akaashi sighed, slowly getting up. He never did figure out how to properly say no to you.

He carefully opened his door and crept out quietly when he saw the hallways were clear. Your room was thankfully close; he reached it with only a couple steps.

He turned the knob and saw you mid-rise. He expected some teasing and a smug smile, but there was only relief on your face.

As he climbed onto your bed, you welcomed him with open arms.

“Thank you,” you whispered against him, pulling him down. Akaashi’s face almost crashed against the headboard. “Easy, easy—”

You both adjusted to each—smooth and natural to them now—until you were comfortable. “Thought you weren’t going to come,” you said, tightening your hold around his waist. “I was going to come to you instead.”

“How are you cold?” Akaashi asked instead. His hand ran through the strands of your hair, “It’s the height of summer.”

“Always am,” You said. “Too used to sleeping with you. You’re always warm and I’m always cold…” you trailed off and into a mumble, “Even back when I slept over at your dorm.”

Akaashi hummed, “Didn’t matter if we had a pillow between us. You’d always find your way over.”

You huffed a little laugh, “You just gotta get used to it at this point. It’s the way we work.”

Akaashi snorted, “The way we work…”

You hummed sleepily, “So perfect…”

His hand paused mid-stroke in your hair. Perfect. It’s not the first time that word’s been said between you, but never like this. Usually it’s panted, thrown heatedly against skin, mid-fuck. Never quite as innocent as this. Resonating bone deep.

He didn’t know what to do with this. This feeling that sits in him, beautiful and aching, until seen by somebody else. He could hold onto this as long as nobody else knows. It’s theirs. Inexplicable, uncomplicated; it’s his.

With that he forced himself to relax. He closed his eyes.

He heard the sound of the waves, crashing against the shore. He could smell the salt in the air. Your breaths evening out, the scent of your shampoo against his nose.

He exhaled, finally letting himself relax against the soft comfort of the pillow under him. It’s the kind of sigh that felt less like giving up but giving in.

To this. To them. To whatever you can both call this.

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Akaashi woke up late.

Dangerously late.

The sun woke him up, filtering through the thin curtains of the window. It was the kind of sleep most people yearn for. The type where you feel absolutely well-rested, where you wake up naturally. No alarms. No nothing. It’s beautiful, Disney princess-like.

It’s sleep he wanted to stay cocooned in forever.

And that’s when he remembered where he was. Whose body he was wrapped around. Whose scent, whose warmth had lulled him to sleep.

He pulled away—abruptly enough that it woke you up too.

“Keiji…” You mumbled, one foot still in a dream. You reached over, hand searching for the heat of his body. “What’s wrong—“

Akaashi shushed him softly. Better to let you sleep. He leaned down, brushing the hair from your forehead, “There’s nothing wrong. I’ll see you at breakfast.”

You made a noise of protest, hands tightening around Akaashi’s shirt, “Stay with me.”

Akaashi kissed your temple in apology, “I can’t. We’re going to get caught if I stay.”

He pulled your hand from his shirt and set it on the bed. This time, when he stood up, you let him go.

When he reaches the door, he’s as careful as he was the night before. Except this time, he looked back. And he lingered at the sight of you curling into the space he left.

God. God.

He softly closed the door, unable to bear the sight.

He turned and nearly died from shock. “God,” He said, clutching his chest, “What are you doing here?”

“Uh,” Bokuto raised a brow, before glancing at the door Akaashi just exited. “What are you doing here?”

His eyes narrowed, and Akaashi immediately knew he was fucked. “It’s not what you think,” He said, putting a hand up.

“Oh my god,” Bokuto said, eyes widening, “Are you guys—“

“No, no,” Akaashi yell-whispered, going up to Bokuto and covering his mouth. “We can’t talk about it here.”

Akaashi looked around and was relieved to find nobody else. He dragged Bokuto towards his room, before anybody else could see.

Bokuto crossed his arms over his chest and pouted, “Okay, explain. Are you guys dating? Is this why Kuroo was saying you guys have been acting weird—“

“First of all, Kuroo does not know what he’s talking about. Let’s get one thing straight,” Akaashi clarified. His heart was pumping hard in his chest. Heat was creeping up his neck. “We’re not dating,” He said.

Bokuto’s brows furrowed, “So you guys are just…sleeping together?” Bokuto scratched his chin, shrugging, “I guess it could happen. I’ve slept in the same bed as Kenma several times, and it wasn’t weird.”

“Yeah, yeah!” Akaashi enthusiastically agreed, giving him a bright smile, “You got it—“

“It’s not like you guys are doing anything further than that,” Bokuto added, nodding. “It would only be weird if you guys were actually sleeping together,” Bokuto said, his hands gesturing quotation marks.

Akaashi’s smile froze, “Totally not.”

Bokuto paused, “Akaashi…you didn’t….”

See, Akaashi thought with pain, this was the worst part about hanging out with your old friends. They can read you, just with one look. There was never a possibility he was going to get through this vacation without getting caught. He was fucked from the moment he parked in the driveway.

“God,” Bokuto said with disgust, which has Akaashi steeling himself for the worst. He hated disappointing people in general, but disappointing someone as good as Bokuto? It made everything feel much worse. But then he said something unexpected, “I can’t believe you guys are having sex under our shared roof—“

And of all the things Akaashi could say, his stupid brain said this, “We’re all in different rooms.”

Bokuto looked at him with horror, “Dude. Not the point.”

Akaashi corrected himself, “I’m sorry, I mean, we weren’t doing that. At least…” Akaashi scratched his head, “Not here.”

“Akaashi,” Bokuto sighed, his hands going up to his temples. God, he was causing Bokuto stress. “Can we talk about this? This feels like something we should talk about. Unless you’re talking to somebody about this already? Your therapist?”

“Dude, I’m not sharing this with my therapist,” Akaashi said firmly.

“Why not?” Bokuto put his hands on his hips. It reminds Akaashi of Bokuto’s mother. “You already talk to them about the trauma of growing up with divorced parents.”

Akaashi raised his hand, “I don’t talk to them about that.”

“Then what do you talk to them about?” Bokuto said, confused. “I didn’t know you had other traumas.”

“I can’t talk to them about that,” Akaashi said, “She can only handle my perfectionism issues. Anyway, the point is I don’t want to talk about it.”

Bokuto frowned, “Listen, I know you still think I’m immature and maybe that’s why you don’t want to talk about your sex life—“ Akaashi opened his mouth to argue, but Bokuto raised his hand to stop him, “I’m not naive, okay? I know people do that kind of thing without strings attached all the time, but it’s you two.” Bokuto said it straight, “There’s too many years between the two of you. It’s too much just for casual sex.”

Akaashi sighed, his gaze falling to the ground. His hands clenched at his side, “I know exactly what’s at stake.”

“Then why this?” Bokuto asked.

“Because,” Akaashi said simply. There’s so many ways he could follow it up, all of it damning. Because I’m selfish. Because I like it. Because you want it too. “Listen, we’re handling it. It’s between us, and I’d really appreciate it, if you don’t tell the others.”

Bokuto looked like he had more things to say.

Akaashi shook his head, “Please. It’ll be okay.”

It has to be.

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Bokuto thankfully kept quiet. Though their conversation that morning had him feeling on edge the whole day.

He’s been too relaxed this whole time, clearly. First, Kuroo had mentioned something. And now, Bokuto knew there was something going on between them. It was only a matter of time before Kenma descended on them, and he didn’t know if he had the strength for it.

The best thing to do, he was certain, was to lay low.

And that meant, staying away from you.

It would be easier if they stayed home that day, but it was too nice to stay holed up in their rooms, their group decided. They wanted to explore town today, despite the fact that they’ve been going here for years now.

There were only five of them. Akaashi knew it was going to be difficult to avoid you, but for the sake of your relationship, he had to try.

It wasn’t too bad in the beginning. Whenever they walked together, Kuroo, for all the length of his legs, walked the slowest, and you always ended up walking with him. So he doesn’t get lonely, Akaashi remembered you saying once. Though if you asked Akaashi, he thought it was because you couldn’t keep up with Kenma’s brisk pace. No matter what the real reason was, Akaashi was grateful.

But then, they’d stop by at places to shop around, and that proved to be a problem. You would quietly follow him around the store, saying things like, that looks good on you, when Akaashi was inspecting a shirt. Things like, do you want me to buy it for you, when Akaashi said it was too expensive. No, no, it’s okay, Akaashi said to no avail, watching as you swiped it off his hands to pay for it at the register.

He knew how it looked. Only couples did that. He avoided Bokuto’s gaze, though he couldn’t avoid Kenma and Kuroo’s whispering from pricking his ears.

He felt monitored, and he hated it. It made him absolutely irritable, sensitive to touch. The glare of the sun on his back made him worse. And unfortunately, you got the brunt of it.

It wasn’t your fault, Akaashi knew. Kuroo was right, you guys were always touchy. You had this habit of clinging onto his arm, an old habit you never outgrew. Akaashi didn’t mind it; in fact, most of the time, he liked it. Liked feeling needed. But today, all it did was make him more paranoid—that his friends would see it and come tease him about it. Every time you touched him, spoke to him, looked at him, his entire body tensed, preparing himself to be called out for it.

The first time he stiffened you gave him a confused glance. The next couple times raised concern. It got to the point where you pulled him aside, a pocket of a moment while their friends were in the restroom, and asked, Keiji, what is up with you?

But Akaashi couldn’t give you a straight answer. You pushed, Akaashi pulled. He insisted it was nothing. And eventually, you left him alone.

You didn’t try to touch him at all after that.

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His mood only worsened after dinner. The day’s events had built up on him, and the only thing that he wanted to do was sleep.

His friends had other plans though, and his stomach churned when he saw Kuroo walk out of the kitchen with several bottles of sake, coke, and iced tea. Dear god, alcohol was the last thing he needed tonight.

“Kuroo,” He said, flatly.

“What,” Kuroo said, putting the drinks on the floor where everyone had begun to gather around. “You don’t have to drink if you don’t want to. But I think it would relax you.”

Kenma grabbed a bottle and started shaking it, “Somebody grab some ice too. The coke isn’t even cold.”

“I got it!” Bokuto said, standing up. He patted Kenma’s head as he went. Meanwhile, Kenma pulled Akaashi down by the hand, “Sit down. Even if you don’t want to drink, you can still help make it.”

“Fine,” Akaashi said with a sigh, “Who’s drinking?”

“Me!” Came Bokuto’s answer from the kitchen. Akaashi didn’t really have to ask Kuroo and Kenma, which really only left…you, who had quietly sat in front of him.

Akaashi busied himself with opening the tiny bottle of yakult, “You drinking, Y/N?”

“Yeah,” You said, a heaviness in your voice. When Akaashi glanced at you, he saw you fiddling with a fraying thread on his shorts, “It’s been a long day.”

The response sent waves of guilt through him.

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” Kuroo said, wrapping a comforting arm around your shoulders, “Nothing a little drink won’t solve.”

You laughed, “It worries me. You're saying that when you're planning to be someone’s boss someday.”

“Oh,” Kenma teased, “He has more pressing things to worry about. Like passing calculus.”

Akaashi tuned them out, focusing on making the drinks. Bokuto came back with the ice, and Akaashi took the ice trays, cracked the ice out of the moulds, and placed them in all the drinks.

Against his judgement, he ended up making himself a drink too. Something he was immediately grateful for whenever he felt your eyes on him. It was good to have something to do, even if it was to sip his drink to avoid your gaze.

The alcohol did its job too. He felt tension leak out of him with each sip. His thoughts became muddled too, which was the blessing he needed. All day, he prayed his brain would shut up. To stop giving a fuck for just a moment, so he could catch his breath.

On his way to tipsy, he finished his drink and decided—another one. He got teased for it too. “Look at him,” Kuroo said, highly amused, “The only person who said they weren’t drinking is the first person to get another drink.”

Akaashi snorted, but said nothing. See, he told himself. If this was an hour ago, you would have been absolutely irritated at that. Aren’t you glad you started drinking?

“Me too,” You said, cutting through his internal monologue. Akaashi turned to you and saw a glass pushed towards him, “Make me another one too.”

“Sure,” Akaashi said, taking the glass. Your fingers briefly touched, and he hurried to pull away. He swallowed, determined not to think anything of it, even though his fingers felt the heat of contact as he mixed drinks.

When he handed you the finished drink, he was careful to avoid your touch. He wasn’t as careful avoiding your gaze though, which was a mistake. Your eyes were narrowed, and Akaashi felt arrested by your gaze.

“Thanks,” You said as he finally looked away. He cleared his throat, “Should we play a drinking game? You guys are taking so long to drink.”

“Don’t worry,” Kenma said, “We’re all lightweights here. Except Bokuto. We just need to force Kuroo to take a shot or two and he’ll be there.”

Bokuto shrugged, “A game could be fun. We could watch a movie and take a shot every time somebody did or said something.”

Kenma shook his head, “I don’t want to get alcohol poisoning. And at least one of us will fall asleep halfway.”

“Hmm,” Bokuto thought out loud, “I mean, the only other games I know are Never Have I Ever, Spin the Bottle, and Truth or Dare—“

Akaashi laughed, “What kind of parties have you been going to?”

Bokuto laughed too, but Kenma defended his friend’s choices, “To be fair, those are the easiest ones to play. I’m too lazy to set up beer pong or even King’s Cup.”

“Never Have I Ever…is going to be boring,” Kuroo piped up, “We all know each other. If we did anything, we’d know it by now.”

“That’s not true,” You said, amused, “I could say, never have I ever puked in a public pool, and only you would have to drink.”

Kuroo gave you a sharp look, “That’s a traumatic memory, Y/N. I would appreciate it if you didn’t bring that up.”

You mocked him by copying his words. Kenma cut in before the conversation could devolve into outright smacking each other, “So I guess Truth or Dare, it is—“

“Wow, you’re not even going to entertain Spin the Bottle,” Kuroo said. He puckered up, “You don’t want to kiss me, Kenma?”

Akaashi watched as Kenma didn’t even act like he heard Kuroo, and immediately wished he could be as cool. Kenma smiled, turning to Bokuto who sat between him and Akaashi, “I’ll start. Bokuto, truth or dare.”

Bokuto shrugged, “Dare.”

“Excellent,” Kenma grinned, “Knew you would say that. Go out into the water and stand there for thirty seconds before going out.”

Bokuto gaped at him, “Why, you—“

Meanwhile, everybody laughed. Kenma added, “If it helps, you could go in naked—“

“Thanks for the great idea, Kenma,” Bokuto said, standing up. “I’ll remember it when it’s your turn.” To his credit, Bokuto didn’t even try to get out of it. He just put his hand on his hips and asked, “Is anyone going to time me?”

You raised his hand, “I can do it.”

The two of them went outside, while the rest of them watched from the back porch.

“You’re so evil,” Kuroo said, but he was chuckling as Bokuto bravely walked into the water. They could hear you loudly counting down from thirty. It was a bit evil, but all of them laughed when Bokuto shivered, and even more, when Bokuto immediately raced out of the water when the count ended and hugged you.

Your shriek was loud and you looked disgruntled walking back, meanwhile, Bokuto was laughing so brightly.

They let Bokuto get changed into something warm before restarting the game. “I feel so alive,” Bokuto said, good-natured. He gave Kenma a playful glare, before turning to Akaashi. “Your turn, Akaashi. Truth or dare.”

“Uh,” Akaashi scratched his head, unsure, “I’ll choose dare too.”

Bokuto smiled, “Great, go outside and stand in the water for a minute.”

“Jesus,” Akaashi said, grabbing his drink and chugging it down. When he finished, he shook his head, “I’m good.”

Kuroo coughed, saying something that suspiciously sounded like, coward. Akaashi gave him the sweetest smile, “Well, Kuroo. It’s your turn. Truth or dare.”

“Dare,” Kuroo said, taking up the challenge.

Kenma laughed, “Get into the water—“

“Unoriginal,” Kuroo said, but Akaashi didn’t care. He just wanted to see Kuroo suffer, “No, he’s right. Get into the water and stand in there for a minute and a half.”

Kuroo briefly looked at his drink, before standing up. “No big deal. Kenma, can you time me?”

Akaashi had a feeling all of them were going to end up in the cold water by the end of the night. Kuroo’s turn in the water was even funnier though. For a bastard so afraid of the water, he didn’t even complain that much going in. Though, Akaashi guessed, it wasn’t so much about fear. It was more about pride, which is something he could understand.

Kuroo stubbornly shivered in the water as Kenma counted down and just like Bokuto, he got out fast as soon as the timer was done. However, unlike Bokuto, instead of simply hugging Kenma, he grabbed the phone in Kenma’s hand and tossed it in the sand, before wrapping his arms around Kenma’s waist and carrying him to the water.

Bokuto laughed, “I can’t hear what Kenma is saying. But I can just imagine how creative the threats are.”

“What’s the point of busting his ass at the gym,” you said, “If he can’t even escape Kuroo.”

After Kuroo’s turn, they finally got more creative with dares. You were next, and true to the nature of their friend group, you chose dare too. Kuroo dared him to eat a whole tomato, to which you declined with a quick chug of your drink. Kenma, contrarian as ever, decided to break the cycle of dares and chose truth.

“Who do you think is the ugliest person in the room?” You asked, but Kenma didn’t even let a second pass before saying, “You.”

“You’re so fucking rude for that,” You grumbled, but Kenma laughed as he reached over and hugged you, “I’m just kidding. That’s what you get for asking a bad question.”

They went a couple more rounds daring each other to do more stupid shit, until Akaashi ended up choosing truth.

By this point, all of them were loose-limbed. Kenma and Kuroo were properly drunk, their faces flushed red. You were quietly holding onto your drink, though your eyes were glazed too. Even Akaashi felt the impact of the several drinks he’s had.

Bokuto was the only one that looked okay, though he couldn’t think of a good question to ask, “I don’t know. What’s something juicy?”

“I have a question!” Kenma slurred, pulling himself away from where he’d been laying his head on Bokuto’s shoulder. “Is there someone you want to kiss in the room right now?”

Kuroo tittered, crawling over to where Kenma was to extend a high five. They were too drunk to notice Bokuto’s horrified expression. And this, this was the moment where Akaashi knew he’s had a drink too many. He should have drank instead, but the voice that told him what was proper to say was silent. And so, he answered honestly for once, “Yeah.”

“Oh my god,” Bokuto covered his mouth, while Kenma and Kuroo cheered. The person Akaashi wanted to kiss, however, only snorted. Akaashi frowned, trying to catch your eyes. But the other refused to look at him.

Kuroo giggled, “Okay Y/N, it’s your turn. Truth or dare.”

You stared at the alcohol in his glass, “Dare.”

“Then…” Kuroo said, glancing around the room until his gaze landed on Akaashi. “I dare you to kiss someone in this room.”

Akaashi couldn’t breathe. His fingers tightened around his glass.

“Um,” You sighed, “I don’t want to kiss anyone who doesn’t want to be kissed.”

Kuroo, who clearly thought there was zero possibility he would be kissed, said, “I don’t mind. We’re all friends here, aren’t we?”

And it seemed like everyone had the same idea, for Bokuto and Kenma said they wouldn’t mind either. It forced Akaashi to shrug his shoulders. “I don’t mind either,” He said, not even needing to lie. God, what was he saying?

“Of course,” Bokuto added, sensing the tension in the room, “If you don’t want to kiss anyone here, you don’t have to either.”

You shook your head, “It’s fine. A dare is a dare.”

You placed your drink on the floor and Akaashi watched with bated breath as you crawled over to him. He can’t believe you’re going to do this here, in front of all their friends. He can’t believe he’s allowing this, not after how strict he’s been this whole time. But it’s been a long day of avoiding you, and this drunk, he can’t lie to himself. He wanted it. He wanted it bad.

He could already taste your kiss on his lips. His hands itched with longing for the heat of your body pressed against him.

You came to a stop and kneeled in front of him. Akaashi couldn’t help himself anymore, and he reached for you—

But you turned and said, “Bokuto, I’m going to kiss you.”

Akaashi froze. Everyone in the room did too. Nobody moved as your words registered in their minds. What the fuck?

“Um,” Bokuto blinked, and then he looked at Akaashi in panic or permission. Akaashi didn’t know. He doesn’t think his brain has processed what was happening yet.

But you wouldn’t wait until his brain caught up. You weren’t going to wait for anything it seemed. “Hey,” you said, cradling Bokuto’s cheek in your hand and forcing him to look at you, “It’s rude not to look at the person who's trying to kiss you.”

Bokuto gulped, eyes shaking as You fluttered his lashes at him. Akaashi could only watch as you brushed his nose against Bokuto’s and murmured, “I’m not your first kiss, right?”

“N-no,” Bokuto stuttered. His hand went to your waist, and Akaashi expected him to push you away, but he didn’t. Akaashi couldn’t blame him. You were so gorgeous up close. Who would? Who fucking would? Akaashi wished Bokuto would.

“Perfect,” You smiled, giving him a quick peck. A preamble of sorts, Akaashi knew. It was how you liked to start. He wondered if Bokuto felt a flutter in his stomach. Akaashi always did. If his blood rushed through him in anticipation. Akaashi’s always did.

Bokuto just looked like he couldn’t believe this was happening to him. “Perfect?” He repeated.

You nodded, giving him a sweet smile. You cupped both of Bokuto’s cheeks and said, “Let’s both enjoy it, okay?”

This time, you don’t give Bokuto time to answer, before leaning down to capture his lips.

Belatedly, Akaashi realized he’s never seen you kiss anybody. Aren’t you glad you had front seats to your first time, then? Some sick voice in his head teased.

No, Akaashi thought. He was the farthest thing from glad, and yet, he couldn’t look away. His eyes watched carefully as their mouths moved against each other. As your hand tangled in Bokuto’s hair. As you inched forward, tilting Bokuto’s head so you could kiss him deeper.

Akaashi watched all of this with a tightening feeling in his chest. Why him? Why not me?

He began to feel a little sick, nausea rising in him, when he saw you bite Bokuto’s lip. He could see Bokuto getting lost in it too, slowly forgetting where he was, with the way his hands were moving up your body.

She’s mine, Akaashi thought with wild envy. She’s mine, his entire body seemed to echo. Just the other night, it was his hands on you. This morning, it was him wrapped around you. Akaashi wanted to pull your shirt off and point to a fading mark and say, look, here. I did that. She’s mine.

His hands curled into fists, and when he saw you slip your tongue into Bokuto’s mouth, he lost it.

“Stop it,” He said, voice hard. His words jolted the two of them and finally, Bokuto seemed to remember where he was and pulled away. “That’s enough.”

Bokuto turned to him, looking absolutely sorry, but you were the one who spoke first, “It was a dare. Why are you so angry?”

Akaashi’s eyes couldn’t help but go to your swollen mouth. He gritted his teeth, “You know why.”

“No,” You raised a brow, “I actually don’t know, Akaashi. The dare said to kiss anyone in this room. I did that. Tell me what I did wrong.”

It wasn’t wrong. But it wasn’t right either.

“But did you have to kiss him like that? In front of me?” Akaashi asked, aching.

“Hey,” Kuroo’s concerned voice cut in, reminding Akaashi there were other people in the room. “It was just a dare. I’m sure it didn’t mean anything—“

His brain couldn’t keep up with his heart, and his hurt heart was running his mouth. Akaashi laughed, the sound incredibly bitter, “She’s not the type. She never kisses and doesn’t mean it—“

“Akaashi.” You raised your voice. The anger in it had everybody tensing. It was an emotion that was rarely seen on you.

It was serious enough that Kenma spoke up next. His words were careful, intended to de escalate, “I think the two of you should talk this out…by yourselves.” Kenma frowned, “There’s something here… beyond one stupid kiss. We’re sorry for the dare, we’ve all had something to drink.”

Bokuto reached out and held Akaashi’s hand. Akaashi let him. “Akaashi,” Bokuto squeezed his hand and sincerely said, “It didn’t mean anything.”

Kuroo tugged at Bokuto, “Let’s leave them be.” He pulled Bokuto up by the hand, and then gave Akaashi a pleading look, before taking both Kenma and Bokuto to a room.

And then, there were two.

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Akaashi was ready for a fight.

And for a moment, he thought that he was going to get one too. But you sighed, all the fight leaving. “I don’t want to do this right now,” You said, standing up and running a hand through your hair. “Look, you’ve had a bunch to drink and I have too. We can talk about it in the morning.”

“No,” Akaashi stood his ground, “I think we should talk about this right now. I don’t know how you expect me to sleep after you literally made out with Bokuto in front of me.”

You chewed on your lip, “It didn’t mean anything to me. It was a dare.”

Akaashi scoffed, “That’s not an excuse. You could have kissed me.”

“Keiji,” You were in disbelief, “Why would I kiss you?”

Akaashi was even more bewildered, “Because?” He couldn’t believe he had to explain it to You, “Did the past two months mean nothing to you? Am I just some dick when you’re looking for a good fuck?”

“How could you ask that?” You said, pain colouring your anger. You hugged yourself, “How could you ask me that? The fucking audacity you have—“ you cut yourself off, jaw clenching as you chose the next words carefully, “I didn’t kiss you, because you’re the one hell bent on keeping this thing—whatever the fuck this is—a fucking secret. You’re the one who said we should stop this, or did you conveniently forget?”

It’s true. By god, it’s true, but no matter how he turned the words over to fit the wound, it still left him wanting more. “I don’t think that’s completely true,” Akaashi concluded. “If that was the case, then you would have given him a quick kiss on the cheek maybe. I wouldn’t be angry or hurt, if you gave him a quick kiss on the lips. But you made a show about it. You did that with intent, knowing I was watching. Why?”

You didn’t answer.

Akaashi licked his lips, choosing instead to look at the mess they left on the floor. “I know what I’ve said. I just thought we were on the same page. That there was something between us—“

“You’re being unfair,” You said. “You’re speaking like I’ve ruined it all, when at the end of the day, we’re nothing. And do you know why we’re nothing, Akaashi? It’s because every day I have to beg you for your affection. Stop acting like you’re the victim, when we both know I’m the one who wants you more.”

Akaashi immediately denied it, “That’s not—“

“Is it not?” You questioned. “Before we left to come here, you treated this like we’re just friends with benefits, and said we should stop. When we got here, you’ve been extremely sensitive about how I interacted with you. It’s confusing. I think you want me, but I can’t tell if it’s just my body you want or my heart. You let me come on to you sometimes, and other times you push me away. I know I can be so clingy sometimes, but if you properly reject me, I’ll stop. You know that, right?” You smiled at him sadly, “You can say no. It’ll hurt my feelings, but it’s better than feeling like I’m forcing myself on you, which makes my skin crawl—“

“You’re not forcing yourself on me,” Akaashi couldn’t help but cut in. The implication is horrifying. “I wanted it.”

“And is that all you want?” You asked, sounding incredibly tired.

Akaashi stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked away, “It’s not that simple. Look, we’ve got history, right? Eight long years. Why can’t we just enjoy what we had? Why do we need to complicate things?”

You looked like you wanted to tear your hair out, “But I don’t even know what it is we have. Listen, I was fine taking it at your pace, but I don’t appreciate being jerked around. And…I have things I want too.” You sighed, and in a softer, more hesitant voice, you said, “I want to be your girlfriend, but I don’t think you want me to be.”

Something in Akaashi shook. Like a fist, desperately grasping for something solid. All his heart managed to hold onto was the calcified fear in his bones. “It’s not that I don’t want to date you. I just, it’s eight years, you know? You’re too important, and I’m afraid we’d ruin us. When it’s just us, everything feels right, but when other people get involved, everything feels wrong. Like that’s what I’ve been so worried about on this stupid trip. You probably didn’t notice, but our friends have been trying to set us up—“

“I noticed,” You said, to Akaashi’s surprise. “It’s honestly why I haven’t cared that much with them finding out about us. They want us together. I want us together. Everyone except you, it seems like.”

“Why?” you demanded. Your bottom lip trembled. You looked like you were about to cry, “Are you embarrassed by me? Is that why it feels wrong when other people can see?”

“No!” Akaashi hurriedly assured, “No, no, it’s not you. It’s just suffocating, Y/N. All these expectations people have regarding our relationship. They say we should be dating already so easily, and I hate it, because it makes me feel like I’m not in control of my own life. Like I should just date you, because it’s inevitable. It’s expected.”

You turned away, looking briefly up—blinking fast, inhaling deep, steeling yourself —before looking back at Akaashi, “Then fuck them all. Forget about them. Hell, forget about me for a second. What do you want?”

Akaashi wanted entirely too much. Akaashi wanted nothing at all. He wanted this to be easy. He wanted nothing to change. He wanted to want you without feeling like he’s giving in to everybody else. Most of all, he didn’t want to hurt anyone, himself, but most importantly you.

But some things were inevitable, like going through life and getting hurt. Sometimes, the only thing you can do is choose the option that hurt the least. “I think we should just be friends,” he finally said.

Your face twisted, like you had been punched in the gut. You exhaled, shaking your head, “I hope that’s really what you want. But okay—okay.”

“I’ll stop,” You said, though Akaashi heard it for what it is, I’m done with you. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry I kissed Bokuto. I only did it, because you ignored me all day. And I wanted you to feel just once what you do to me. It felt good in the moment, but I regret that it hurt you. Okay,” you nodded to yourself, sniffling, “That’s all.”

Akaashi watched you walk away and enter your room. The door softly shut, but Akaashi wished it had slammed shut instead.

Anger was easier to bear. This just sounded like defeat. The sound made him wince, his shoulders rising to his ears, his hands rising to cover his face—like the impact of what he’d done hit him all at once and the entirety of him folded over. He ended up crouched on the ground, his head in between his knees, his heart aching against his ribs.

He’s surrounded by empty bottles, and right by his feet, sat an overturned bottle in a pool of spilled alcohol.

He fit perfectly here, sitting in his own regret.

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Akaashi somehow dragged himself to his room. Got ready for bed. Tucked himself right in bed and laid there, like nothing was wrong.

He wasn’t hungry. He wasn’t tired. If he stayed perfectly still, he’d continue to feel nothing. But he’d blink and his chest would ache. He would breathe and his chest would ache. Even the act of soothing it, hand rubbing his chest, worsened the pain.

It wasn’t until the sun came up that he realised that the night had passed. The shadows haunting his room evaporated in the light. It was just him and his own shadow now, lying side by side.

He was always someone that calculated each step. A planner, if you will. He was typically careful and caring, so that he’d land into a future he wouldn’t regret. But he couldn’t even think about the future right now. His brain couldn’t process anything beyond last night.

He lost you. He knew you would be kind, that you’ll say, it’s okay, we can still be friends. But Akaashi knew nothing would be the same. If he was going to tear everything up like this, he should have been responsible from the start. Shouldn’t have started anything he couldn’t finish.

He buried his face against his pillow and exhaled. He was a coward, a fool, and every stupid thing you’d call someone who had everything in the palm of his hand and lost it.

He laid there for god knows how long, lamenting, ruminating, and he thought he would have stayed there all day too, if not for the knock on his door.

Was it—?

He sat up in bed and was about to get out, when the door cracked open. His heart fell when he saw who it was. Bokuto.

His face must have crumpled, for the hopeful look on Bokuto’s face fell into hesitance. “Akaashi,” Bokuto tried, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Akaashi automatically said, though he was certain, he looked the opposite of fine. Bokuto’s brows furrowed, but he said nothing as he lingered at the door. Akaashi sighed, knowing he was thinking of last night too. He found that he didn’t need to lie, “I’m not mad at you.”

“You aren’t?” Bokuto said surprised. “I would be angry. I don’t like her like that, but I shouldn’t have kissed her back.”

“She shouldn’t have kissed you,” Akaashi corrected, but the fight in him was gone. He didn’t even care about the stupid kiss anymore. “It’s complicated. I don’t want to think about it anymore. I wasn’t even thinking straight last night.”

Bokuto stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. “What happened?”

“I told her I think we should just stay as friends,” Akaashi said, almost regretting it as he did. Now that the words were out, told to somebody outside of you and him, it felt final. Irrevocable.

Bokuto frowned, “Why?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Akaashi shrugged, letting his body fall back to bed. “It doesn’t matter anyway. I’ve said what I said. What’s done is done. It’s for the best.”

Bokuto tilted his head and gave him a look full of pity, “Then why do you look so sad?”

“Because,” Akaashi said.

Bokuto looked at him, waiting for a follow-up that will never come. Akaashi closed his eyes and turned to his side, away from Bokuto’s eyes. “I think you should leave. Go have fun and enjoy the beach. I’ll be fine.”

Akaashi would be fine. He deserved to be alone. Just because he ruined the beach for himself, it didn’t mean it had to be ruined for his friends. He willed Bokuto to go away and waited for his footsteps to retreat and for the door to shut close behind him.

But it never came. Instead, Bokuto’s footsteps came close until he felt a weight on the bed and an arm wrapped around his waist. “No,” Bokuto said, rubbing a comforting hand on his stomach. Akaashi’s eyes watered at the gesture, “I don’t think any of us can enjoy the beach knowing you’re stuck here in bed, secretly crying your eyes out.”

“You’re too nice,” Akaashi said, voice cracking from the tenderness he was receiving.

“I’ll stay with you until you’re ready to go out,” Bokuto promised.

“You don’t have to,” Akaashi said, but it was futile. Bokuto would keep his promise, Akaashi knew. He would never leave a friend in need.

Besides, Akaashi thought as he closed his eyes, he didn’t want to be alone.

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At some point, they both ended up on their backs, staring at the ceiling fan spinning above them.

“You don’t have to answer this,” Bokuto said, his hands resting on his chest, “but I don’t really get why you aren’t dating. From what I know, you guys both like each other. After last night, I think you guys both know that the feeling is mutual. You even act like a couple already. Why can’t you guys just make it official?”

“It’s not that simple,” Akaashi found himself answering anyway. “Dating…stresses me out.”

Bokuto makes a dubious noise, “Huh? But you’ve dated other people before. And you seemed fine.”

“Yeah,” Akaashi said, “Because those were pretty casual relationships. Y/N’s different. We have history. There’s expectations there. There’s a lot at stake if we dated. And I just don’t know if I could deal with potentially losing her.” He gave a bitter laugh, “Though I guess this way, I lose her anyway.”

Bokuto immediately disagreed, “You’re not going to lose her.”

“I will,” Akaashi said. “I already have. She’s going to move on and get over me—”

“Akaashi,” Bokuto said stubbornly, “She might move on, but you know she’ll always be your friend.”

“But it’s not the same,” Akaashi said.

“Why not?” Bokuto pressed. “Because she won’t be in love with you anymore?” At Akaashi’s silence, Bokuto sighed, “Akaashi, do you hear yourself?”

“I know,” Akaashi covered his eyes with his arm, “I know how stupid it sounds. Shut me up already. I hate hearing myself talk.”

Bokuto shook his head, “No, this is good. I think you should talk more. I think we should talk about what you mean by history and expectations. Like, what the hell are expectations anyway?”

“It’s like,” Akaashi struggled to expound, his hand gesturing vaguely in the air, “How you guys have been pushing us to date for the longest time. How my mom thinks I’m going to end up marrying Y/N. Like everyone is just waiting for it, and I’m supposed to just play a part. I feel pressured.”

Bokuto frowned, “So you won’t date her, because you’re rebelling against societal expectations?”

“Well, when you put it like that…”

“I think,” Bokuto started, “You’re thinking about it the wrong way. I guess, if you feel pressured, you should just go at your own pace. We want you to be happy, and if you want us to back off, we’ll back off—“

“I guess now there’s nothing to push for—“

Bokuto ignored him, “But, listen. You’re clearly cut up about this. Maybe I’m the wrong person to say this, because of all the matchmaking things we’ve been doing, but at the end of the day, mine and Kenma’s and Kuroo’s and everybody else’s opinion is irrelevant. You should follow your heart and date her. If you don’t want anyone to know the details of your relationship, that’s fine too. It’s called being private.”

“I don’t think she wants that. She didn’t like it when I pushed her away,” Akaashi mumbled, “Or that I didn’t want you guys to know what we were doing.”

“That’s different, though,” Bokuto said gently. “That’s not being private. That’s called keeping her a secret.”

“Oh,” Akaashi said, the realisation dawning on him like a blow to the head.

“Yeah,” Bokuto said. “And history… you’ll always have history. Why not continue writing it into the story you want it to be? Instead of preserving it for what it is?”

And for that, Akaashi didn’t have an answer. He didn’t know.

“I think,” He eventually said, “That I need some time to think about it.”

Bokuto beamed at him, “Okay, I’m glad you—“

Akaashi’s stomach growled loudly, the sound felt like it was magnified by his relatively empty room. He smiled sheepishly, “Maybe…I should eat first, though.”

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He felt less empty after eating. And with Bokuto’s encouragement, there was enough bravado in him to even join the others on the beach.

Bokuto tried to pull him into the water, where the rest were, but Akaashi needed a little bit more time. He sat in the sand and let the sun do its job.

He tilted his face up and closed his eyes. The warmth of it cleared his brain, made it easier to think about what he should do about you.

Bokuto had said something that gave him hope. When Akaashi had thanked him over lunch for keeping him company, Bokuto had shook his head and said, no need to thank me. Then he leaned in and whispered a secret, actually, it was Y/N who told me to check on you.

Hope bloomed in him like a weed. A part of him was still afraid, and that part wanted to desperately ignore Bokuto’s words and stay on his current course. But a part of him, the one that didn’t listen to any thought but his heart, said, what if you were brave for once and asked for what you want?

When he opened his eyes, he saw someone come out of the water. It was Kenma.

“Hi,” Akaashi greeted, watching warily as Kenma sat next to him. He wondered if you spoke to him. He wondered if Kenma was disappointed in him.

But Kenma’s eyes only held concern, “You okay?”

Akaashi shrugged, turning back to the view of the ocean. “I’ve had better days.”

“Sounds like the understatement of the century,” Kenma joked. Akaashi’s mouth quirked up, “Yeah, you could say that.”

“You wanna talk about it?” Kenma asked.

Akaashi hummed, non-committal, “I bet Bokuto told you everything already.”

“Not Bokuto,” Kenma’s nose scrunched, and the confirmation made Akaashi groan. “She was really nice about it, don’t worry. Even told us to lay off on the jokes.”

The information made Akaashi feel like shit. He was the one who essentially broke your heart, and yet, here you were telling people to check up on him and treat him nicely. “Man,” Akaashi whistled, “I really don’t deserve her, huh?”

“Well,” Kenma said, dragging the word out, before smiling at Akaashi, “You’ve had better moments, let’s just leave it at that.” At Akaashi’s frown, Kenma smacked his back goodnaturedly, “Come on, enough with the self-loathing. I still have hope for you guys.”

Akaashi’s brows furrowed, “You do? After what you heard last night?”

Kenma nodded, “Yeah. Eight years, right? You forget, I watched you both grow up together. If there was anybody from our town who would make it, it would have to be you guys.”

It’s an expectation. But now, hearing it said like this, it brought zero pressure. Only comfort.

“Yeah?” Akaashi said, hope in the lilt of his voice.

“Do you know when you fell in love with Y/N?” Kenma asked all of a sudden.

The question had him spluttering. “W-what? Love? What the fuck—“

Kenma laughed, bright and loud. He covered his mouth with his hand, but his eyes were crinkled at the corners with glee, “What is that reaction? You don’t love her?”

He looked away, “I don’t know.”

Kenma patted him on the arm, “Don’t worry. Even if you’re the last person in the world to realize it, you’ll eventually figure it out.”

“Hey!” Akaashi said, insulted.

“I’m serious about the love thing. You’ve always looked at her differently. The only thing I’m curious about is how you took that first step.”

“What first step?”

“Hooking up,” Kenma clarified, “Ever since last night, that’s what I’ve been stuck on. What changed that led you to make a move?”

“Asking for advice?” Akaashi teased, which had Kenma groaning. “To be honest, I wasn’t really thinking. I was drunk. Which is more of a cautionary tale, actually. Do everything sober. That’s my love advice.”

Kenma glowered at him, “That’s your best love advice? You weren’t thinking? Don’t get drunk? Remind me to never ask you for relationship advice if I ever need it.”

“You never ask anyway,” Akaashi said, and he realised that there was something to consider in that. How Kenma sees him, what Kenma feels. It’s always been the hardest to take care of Kenma. He had always seemed older than he actually was and it always felt like he knew more than what Akaashi had to offer anyway. It was a little sad, now that he was thinking about it.

“I don’t know if I’ll be helpful,” Akaashi eventually said, over the crash of water on the shore. Distantly, he heard you yelling at Bokuto to put you down. “I mean, look at me. I’m a mess. You’re the one who’s always certain. For example, my thing with Y/N feels quite certain to you, but it feels absolutely fragile to me. It scares the shit out of me.”

Kenma nodded.

“But I will say,” Akaashi added, not knowing if he was saying it for Kenma or his own benefit, “Some things are worth the risk.”

Some things were worth throwing caution in the wind for.

“Yeah?” Kenma said.

“Maybe…”

Kenma laughed, finally standing up. He wiped sand off his beach trunks and offered him a hand, “Be confident. Take the risk. Come on, I’ll even help you out, since you tried to give me advice for the future. You’ve pined enough from afar.”

“I was not pining!” Akaashi retorted hotly, but took his hand.

Kenma gave him a look.

“Well,” Akaashi started, dusting the sand off himself, “Bokuto and I talked. I don’t know. Maybe I do want to…” He swallows, “date her.”

Kenma stared at him, not saying a single word. It had him looking down, childishly kicking sand as he stuffed his hands in his pocket, “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

Kenma laughed out loud and punched him on the arm.

“Ow,” He winced, looking at Kenma with a glare. It hurt more than he wanted to admit. Kenma shook his head, “I thought you’d follow it up with some action plan, Akaashi. Me dragging you to the water will only get you so far.”

Akaashi sniffed, “I haven’t thought that far. Besides, I don’t know if she even wants to talk to me.”

“Maybe ask her then,” Kenma said, pointing towards the ocean. “She’s right there.” And you were there, though when Akaashi looked, your head was mid-turn. Looking away and going, like the seagulls on the horizon.

Migratory birds, a comparison that’s more of a wish than anything else. A hope that they’ll always come back.

His chest tightened the moment the water brushed against his feet and you still refused to look in his direction.

And Akaashi thought, it’s wild. The way moments in life ebb back and forth, the way waves keep meeting the shore.

The first time he met you, you didn’t even know how to swim. So many summers they spent before and somehow they’d evaded being in the same body of water for so long.

The moment he found out though, he’d dragged you to the pool. He couldn’t let his best friend live further without learning how.

You were terrified but stubbornly hiding it. Akaashi could see through it though, could tell by the fear calcifying in the clench of your jaw, by the tremors running in the shake of your fist.

But before Akaashi could even run his hands over your shoulders in comfort, you had swallowed your nerves, nodded at him, and said, I’m ready. You’ve always been the braver one..

Eventually, after months of diving headfirst, you didn’t need to be brave anymore. You were bursting from the water’s surface, swimming like you were born for it. Butterfly, backstroke, breaststroke—devolving to a freestyle of shoving Akaashi into the water and laughing.

It was the summer you learned how to swim and the summer Akaashi learned to stand still, waist deep in the water, and wait for you to swim to him.

Maybe this summer, Akaashi finally learns to stop waiting and swim to you.

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He floundered.

He has never understood what people meant when they said he had it so easy when it came to you. Watching you obviously avoid meeting his gaze or sitting next to him or even straight up being quiet rather than participate in a conversation he was in—he understood now.

And so, he decided to ask help from the people who’s been (lovingly) torturing him this beach trip. His friends.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, his past self would have strangled him for it. He would be agape with disbelief, but it was okay. His past self was stupid. But he won’t linger on it, he doesn’t have the time.

(Besides, growth mentality is all the rage now.)

With that, he boldly entered Kuroo’s room, where Kenma was currently chilling at the foot of his bed. “Guys,” Akaashi said, walking forward. “I’m only going to say this once. But, I need your help.”

Kuroo grinned. He looked like the shark from Finding Nemo. Terrifying. “On what?”

“I’m going to ask Y/N out.”

“Hallelujah,” Kuroo said, putting his hands together in prayer. “Finally. Our misery is ending. I will finally know peace.”

Akaashi let him have his celebration. Kenma smiled, “Alright, tell us what you need.”

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It was a very simple plan.

No, Akaashi was not kidding. All the plan entailed was to have Kuroo, Kenma, and Bokuto quietly leave the beach house, so that he could get you alone.

It was very successful. Maybe too successful because one moment, Akaashi was steeling himself, and the next, everyone was gone. It was the moment of truth.

He knocked on your door and felt his heart leap out of his chest when he heard you say, “Come in!”

Akaashi took a deep breath and then opened the door. You weren't even looking at him, too busy scrolling through your phone.

“Hey,” Akaashi greeted and tried not to feel hurt, when you jumped at the sound of his voice.

“Keiji…” You said and looked at him with an expression that was wary and hesitant and so, so tired. Rarely has such a look been directed at him. Every part of him wanted that expression gone.

Akaashi swallowed, “Can we talk? Please?”

“About what?” You said, crossing your arms. “We’ve already said what needed to be said.”

He winced at the words, and something in you must have faltered over it for your next words were much softer, “Listen, I’m not mad at you, okay? I just need some space and time to get over it.”

What Akaashi means to say is, you don’t have to get over this. But what came stumbling out was, “Please. I don’t want to lose you.”

He hated how it sounded. Like a child. He’s the one who’s supposed to take control. The one who’s supposed to be leading the conversation.

You smiled, but it didn’t look right. Not like how you usually smiled at Akaashi, all bright and beaming sincerity. “You won’t,” you softly said. “We’ll be fine. Been eight years already. We’ll get through this, just like we got through graduating and going to different colleges hundreds of miles away. Just like how we’ll get through graduating next year and moving on again.”

You said those words so easily it almost convinced Akaashi that things would fall into place. He could almost forget those months he was at college alone, the quiet moments in the middle of the night where he anxiously wondered if there would be distance between you two, if you had grown apart into different people because you were in two different places. You kind of were, until the gap was closed because you decided to follow him. That it was always you bridging the gap. Always you going to him.

You stood up, pocketing your phone, and walked over to him. No, not to him. To the door. Akaashi tried to block you, “Wait—“

But you side-stepped him and all he was left with was panic. Every word unsaid, every feeling rushed through him. It has him reaching for you, his arms wrapping around your waist, hugging you from behind. “Please wait,” He begged, burying his face against your shoulder.

He felt you stiffen in his hold, “Keiji, what—“

“I’m sorry,” Akaashi blurted out, hating the way it sounded clumsy and desperate, so unlike a true apology. He had planned to start with something a little more composed than this. A little more eloquent than the way his fingers tightened around the material of your shirt. “Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” You asked. “So what if you didn’t want to date me—“

“I’m a coward. I don’t know how you were so patient with my stupid ass. You could do better,” Akaashi rambled, his heart running a thousand miles per second. His mouth was running on nothing but the truth. “I’m so sorry you have to deal with me, that you always have to be the braver one. I always act like I know what’s better for us, but you’re the one who’s always stayed true to your heart. Always pushing us forward.”

He takes a shaky breath, steadying himself. “I’m sorry for so many things. Like the fact that this is probably the least romantic confession on earth, because I’ve always been better with actions over words. And because I start everything with sorry, instead of my best foot forward, which is what you deserve. I overthink things and get stuck in my own head for far too long. I miss the right timing because I’m so afraid of messing up. But I’m here now. If it’s not too late, I’m here asking for a second chance.”

In front of him, you touched the hands on your waist, slowly pushing them off. Akaashi’s heart sank, but he knew this would be a possibility. Slowly, he peeled himself off and tried hard not to get teary-eyed at the rejection.

You turned to face him, face blank. “A second chance?” you asked.

Akaashi nodded. Figuring that he had nothing else to lose, he said, “Yeah. If you still wanted,” His mouth trembled, “I was hoping you could be my girlfriend.”

Still, you showed no reaction. “Your girlfriend?”

“I’ll even take a single date, at this point,” Akaashi confessed.

“Why?” You asked.

“What do you mean, why?” Akaashi felt like he was being jerked around. (He can’t even complain, because that’s what he did to you.)

But you didn’t let up, “Because you don’t want to lose me?”

“No,” Akaashi shook his head, “I mean, of course, I don’t want to lose you. But it’s not just because of that. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have started with that. I should have started with the fact that I’m absolutely head over heels for you. But I got nervous, and I can’t think when you look at me—“

He was startled when he felt hands cup his cheek. He found himself staring into your eyes, your entire face so close; Akaashi could hardly breathe. “Stop thinking then,” you ordered, “Now, tell me why I should date you.”

Akaashi couldn’t believe his ears, “Are you giving me another chance?”

“Convince me first,” you said, but there was the beginning of a smile in the quirk of your mouth.

“I’d treat you right,” Akaashi promised. “I’d take you everywhere, on all the dates. I’d buy you anything you want, as long as I have the funds. I’ll tell everyone you’re my girlfriend. Kiss you where everybody could see. Hold your hand even though your hands get sweaty after a while—“

“They do not!” You couldn’t help interject, but Akaashi shook his head, letting himself smile as hope grew in him, “They totally do, but it’s okay, I’ll keep holding them. I’ll be the best boyfriend you’ll ever have, that’s a threat and a promise, by the way—“

You raised a brow, “How is that a threat?”

“Because I intend to ruin all men for you,” Akaashi said lowly and watched with pleasure as a beautiful red flush stained your cheeks. “In all areas, but especially in—“

You covered his mouth, “Okay. I’ve heard enough.”

Akaashi perked up, which had you narrowing your eyes, “I’m still mad at you.”

Akaashi kissed the hand covering his mouth, before taking it off, “Okay. I’m your boyfriend?”

“Yes,” You bit your lip, giving him a serious stare. “Don’t make me regret it.”

“I won’t,” Akaashi said, leaning down and closing his eyes, “I promise.”

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In the end, you both walk out of the house through the back porch and onto the beach where your friends are hiding.

Akaashi’s holding your hand tight, with no intention of letting go.

You’re both greeted by their cheers.

“Is it official?” Kuroo yelled out.

You covered your face with one hand, “God, he’s insufferable—“

“It’s official!” Akaashi laughed, raising your intertwined hands in the air. You turned to him, a reprimand at the tip of your tongue but Akaashi kissed you before you could say anything. When he pulled away, you kissed his nose, giggling, “I’ll never forget this summer.”

Akaashi smiled softly, “Me too.”

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Since in your MHA Masterlist we have two members of the Bakusquad. I was thinking if you could do one with the sole girl of the Bakusquad : Mina Ashido. The request will be Mina Ashido x Blind with Heightened senses Quirk Male Reader! If you’d like reader’s family, the reader father is a lawyer and reader’s mother is a pediatric nurse 👩‍⚕️

Somewhere Only We Know | Mina x Blind! M! Reader

Mina x Blind Male Reader

SFW; Fluff

WC: 1.2k

Listen to this as you read

Life seemed great for you, your parents are well known as your father is a lawyer while your mother is a pediatric nurse. You’re an outstanding student at U.A and have a great group of friends. There’s only one problem you tend to have about yourself, it is the fact that you are blind. You were born blind. This was always a problem in the back of your mind that no matter how good you are, you couldn’t see every progress that you’re making. Hyperesthesia was your quirk, you have heightened senses that allows you to be aware of your surroundings which greatly improved your reaction time. 

The class was currently stretching before sparring, everyone was already aware of who their sparring partner was and yours was Kirishima. You extended your leg and did a sit and reach when you heard footsteps approaching,

“Y/N do you need help stretching?” Mina asked, her voice always sounded like music to your ears.

“Yes sure,” you replied.

As soon as Mina came closer, she helped you push your back lower so that your lower back would get stretched more.

“Are you done stretching?” you asked.

“Yep, I had Tsuyu helping me with my stretches and I saw you alone so I decided to help,” she replied, as you just hummed to her response.

“Everyone get in line, we’ll be starting,” Aizawa announced.

Before you could stand, you sensed a hand near your chest.

“Here, let’s get you up,” Mina gestured, you took her hand and dusted off the dirt from your uniform.

You both went to Aizawa who separated each pair so that everyone can spar all at the same time on the open field. 

“Hey y/n-bro! Are you ready for our manly fight?” Kirishima asked, approaching you.

You looked at the direction of his voice and said, “sure, we’ve been training for awhile now!” raising your fists, showing enthusiasm.

“Remember to fight friendly, okay! 3..2..1..” Aizawa counted down.

“Let’s go!” Kirishima exclaimed.

He started with an upfront punch which caused you to move sideways and tripped his legs. When Kirishima stumbled down, you ran straight to him as he stood up, allowing you to tackle him down on the ground again. You have unusual speed along with your heightened senses, which caused Kirishima confusion on where you’ll hit next as you moved sideways, preparing to blow a punch. When you punched Kirishima’s side, you felt pain as your fist met with his hardened figure, which made him catch your arm allowing you to fall to the ground allowing him to be on top of you, strangling your arms as you became defeated. After a few seconds, he let go of your arm and helped you stand up,

“That was a great spar y/n! Man, you were fast I couldn’t even tell where you were going to hit. I just got lucky!” Kirishima complimented.

“You really got harder than before, I thought my fingers would fall off when it made contact with your arm,” you said, panting. “One more round then!”

The whole sparring period continued until 3 in the afternoon, which left you with 2 wins and Kirishima with 3 wins. Everyone went to shower and change into new clothes. As you were in the boys locker, you sensed someone approaching you.

“You were great out there!” Midoriya said.

“Oh thanks Midoriya, are Iida and Todoroki with you?”  you asked, slipping into a clean shirt.

“They’re outside waiting for us, I came to check on you since you were the last one inside,” Midoriya explained.

“I didn’t realise that, probably explains why I don’t hear anyone shuffling and Bakugo mumbling,” you chuckled as you walked outside with Midoriya.

“It’s time to go home,” Iida said.

“I am exhausted, I was paired up with Bakugo. He was loud,” Todoroki mentioned.

It was already sunset when everyone got back to the dorms, where Aizawa prepared the food for everyone. Having two wins was already an achievement for you, although this doesn’t avoid you overthinking that if you could see then your abilities would be better. With this thought, you went straight to your room exhausted. 

You didn’t plan on eating but rather resting and thinking on how you can improve your fighting skills. You placed a record on your vinyl player, which was a gift from your father when he won his biggest case. You became interested in buying vinyl records as listening to music became a coping mechanism for you. You either bought your records or your mother would buy them when going home from work. Before you could lay down, you sensed the vibrations on the floor heading to your room.

“Y/N, are you awake?” Mina asked, who was outside your door.

“I am, come in,” you said, opening the door for her.

“I brought you food, you looked exhausted and I was worried,” she said, turning on the light and setting the food on your table. 

You closed the door, lowered the volume on your vinyl player and sat on your bed, parallel to where Mina is.

“Thanks Mina, I’m fine,” you said, denying the fact that you were overthinking as soon as you arrived at the dorm.

“Well the tone of your voice says otherwise, you know I’m here to listen” she said, walking over to you and sitting beside you.

You frustratedly brushed your hair upwards and let out a sigh.“I wish I could see, I would be a much better hero than I am now,” you ranted.

Mina looked worried and held your face, “Listen, I was watching you this afternoon. You were great, I’m sure everyone already told you that  but I saw your growth, I saw how you hesitated before and now to quickly thinking about your next move. I’m proud of you, don’t let your condition worry you. You’re doing great.” She assured.

You didn’t think twice, you pulled her into a hug. “Especially wish I could see you,” you whispered.

Mina was shocked by your words which made her blush, you always admired how she treated you and how her personality is. On the other hand, Mina always found you cute along with your admirable courage.

“Why would you want to see me? I’m literally pink,” she said, pulling away from the hug.

“And I’m literally blind,” you laughed. “Plus Jirou told me you’re a great dancer, I wish I could see that. Oh wait.”

You stood up and restarted the song on the vinyl player, increasing the volume.

“Shall we dance?” you asked Mina, gesturing your hand out to her.

“We shall,” Mina giggled, holding your hand.

You placed your other hand on her waist and swayed to the music with her. It felt like home, it felt like you needed this comfort, both of you did. Mina rested her head on your chest as the song went on, enjoying your comfort.

“Asides from asking you to dance, I’d love to ask you out too,” you said.

“I would love to go out with you,” Mina said, embracing you.

“That’s my 3rd win for today then,” you chuckled. 

The night went on with the both of you dancing to your records until you both got tired and spent the night in each other’s arms. Although Mina would be sneaking out in the morning before Aizawa could catch the both of you.

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The Concept of Love: Sero

Read the first and second parts first! Or don’t, this fan fic can stand alone.

The Concept of Moving On | The Concept of Moving On II

Sero x Gender Neutral! Reader

Fluff; SFW

WC: 1.3k

You were about to rest your head down and place your headphones when you felt tape stick to your cheek. You turned to look at Sero smiling sheepishly. 

“Build-A-Bear date, later. No saying no!” he said, excitedly.

You squinted at him, “ayo remove the tape first.”

“Oh sorry,” he said, retracting the tape.

You gestured to him to sit beside you and he happily obliged. 

“So why did you call me here?” Sero asked. 

“Well, yes let’s go Build-a-Bear later but for now, let’s watch a movie. Sensei is asleep anyways.” You suggested as he gave you a nod in response.

You took out your laptop from your bag and started scrolling through your movie folder. 

“What do you fancy seeing?” you asked, looking at him.

“Hm, let’s watch Luca.”

“Bet,” you said, starting up the movie.

Midway through the movie, your neck was starting to hurt so you leaned on Sero’s shoulder. To your surprise, he adjusted himself to make you more comfortable and snaked an arm around your shoulder. You didn’t complain, you were comfortable with it.

“Must be nice huh?” Mineta snickered from the back, immediately shutting up as Sero wrapped him with tape for everyone’s peace.

You finished the movie before the bell rang. Both of you hurried home to change, coincidentally wearing clothes that had the same color palette. You were fixing the hem of your shirt when you heard shuttering, you looked up to him taking photos of you. You smiled and did a little pose for him. When he was done, you went closer to peek at the photos he took and poked his cheek, “You’re a great photographer.” 

“No, I just had a great subject,” he said, pinching your cheek.

“Oooh, where are you going?” Mineta asked.

“To nunya,” you replied.

“Nunya?” he asked.

,

“Nunyabusiness.”

Sero laughed at your comment and dragged you out of the dorm, leaving Mineta speechless.

When you both arrived at the mall, you couldn’t avoid being excited seeing all the bear variations. Sero looks at you lovingly, he likes seeing you smile, especially now that he knows he’s the one who’s making you smile. 

“Come look!” You said, showing him the machine, “it’s a 3D printer for  whenever you want a customized accessory for your bear.”

“Do you have anything that you want to customize?” he asked. You gave him a nod and dragged him to the bear base area.

Minutes passed when you started looking for a bear base, trying to look for a perfect one that’ll match your idea. Sero, on the other hand, already chose a blue and white bear. You were close to giving up and just choose a black and white bear, when you spotted a mix of yellow, black, and white bear.

“This is the one!” you squealed, showing him the bear that you got.

Next, you went to the sound chip area. 

“Hi there! Will you be choosing a sound or will you be recording a message?” the staff asked.

“I’ll be recording mine please,” Sero said.

“Me too!” you cheered.

“Okay here, you see the button in the middle? You need to hold that and release it  when you stop recording,” the staff instructed, handing you the recorder chip. 

Sero went first and dragged you to a quiet part of the store, he exhaled then looked into your eye, holding up the recorder chip,

“I love you, y/n,” he recorded.

You got flustered from what he said, but that won’t stop you. You didn’t break eye contact and held up the recorder chip.

“I love you more, Sero,” you said, making Sero more flustered than you are.

“That’s unfair, I should love you more,” he commented. You laughed at his statement. “No worries, I’ll always love you more than you know.”

This made you feel warm and fuzzy inside, especially now that he intertwined his fingers with yours as you walked back to insert the recorded message. As the sound chip was set, you both walked around to choose the scent of your bear. He chose strawberry while you chose cotton candy. 

“The next step is to pick hearts for your bears, then place it by your heart to give it life with your heartbeat,” the staff instructed.

He chose the color corresponding to your eyes as you did the same with his eye color. 

“Here, place this by your heart and I'll place yours near mine,” you said, giving him your heart. 

The both of you stood there with the hearts on each other’s chest, shyly glancing at each other. The process was soon over as your bear got stuffed. You already chose clothes similar to his hero costume, as he chose clothes similar to your favorite clothes.

“Wait here,” you told Sero as you rushed to the 3D printer and customized a mini Cellophane helmet.

Minutes passed and you crept up by Sero, showing him the mini helmet. You saw the delight in his eyes, if you only knew how much this made him fall for you even more. 

“That’s adorable, you’re adorable,” he said, kissing your temple.

“Come on, let’s give them a birth certificate,” you excitedly said, pointing at the computer.

“My bear will be named ‘Sero’,” you said, looking up at him.

“Then my bear will be named y/n,” he replied. “Well we did make a mini version of each other.”

It wasn’t long until the date ended, you walked back to the dorms hand in hand with your bears. Everyone’s attention was on the both of you but you two just avoided questions and went back to your rooms, exhausted but content.

It was already the night of the festival, you were excitedly roaming around the booths with Sero catching up behind you.

“You know, it won’t be long until you get lost in this crowd,” Sero teased you.

“Well, there’s a lot of stalls to check out, we can’t waste time! We should check it out tonight!” you exclaimed, Sero chuckled at your enthusiasm. 

You were glancing at different booths when Sero accidentally dropped his wallet. He looked up to see you gone. 

“Did they ditch me?” He frowned. “No, it’s y/n. They wouldn’t do such a thing, ah they must be lost.”

This started ‘The Adventure of Sero: The Lost y/n’, he started searching for you in every aisle. He started roaming around the games area, “y/n?” he called.

“Oh Sero, why are you alone?” Mina asked from behind him.

“I lost y/n,” 

“You what?” Mina raised an eyebrow.

“Well she was looking at different booths all at o-,” he stopped explaining when his eyes landed on you, tiptoeing to look at a mask. “I’ll see you later Mina, I found them.”

You nearly reached the mask when you got yanked by tape to the side.

“Where have you been?” Sero asked, looking worried.

“I’ve been looking at masks for us, I thought you followed behind me.”

Sero sighed in relief. “Here,” he said, wrapping tape around your wrist that is also connected to his. “Now you’re stuck with me. Literally.”

“I’m not complaining,” you said, smiling at him.

“Here you go,” the stall owner said, handing you the two masks you bought. 

“Thank you!” you cheered, paying the stall owner as you walked away with Sero.

“What do you have?” Sero said, looking at your side.

“Here,” you said, putting the mask on him as you also wore yours. “We have matching masks.”

“It looks beautiful and well crafted, you have a great eye for this,” he complimented.

“Well maybe I do, I found out about it when my eyes landed on you,” you teased.

“Well, it's true. We do have matching masks now but I’m sure we’ll be having matching surnames soon,” Sero teased back.

“Hey! You didn’t even asked me to be your partner yet!” you complained.

“Well,” Sero said, holding your sides as he looked deep into your eyes. “Will you be mine then?”

“Of course,” you giggled at his cheesiness. 

“Then it’s settled, the next thing we will be matching is our surnames,” he said as you playfully hit his arm, getting all flustered from his teasing.

The night went on as you both watched the fireworks go off in each other’s comfort.

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The Concept Of Love: Todoroki

Read the first and second parts first! Or don’t, this fan fic can stand alone.

The Concept of Moving On | The Concept of Moving On II

Todoroki x Gender Neutral! Reader

Fluff; SFW

WC: 1.4k

You were about to rest your head down and place your headphones when you felt Todoroki lightly tap your shoulder. 

"Be my Summer Festival Date?" He asked. 

Him being straightforward isn't new to you, but this is. 

"Hmm? Sure why not!" You said, facing him. 

After that he just went back to what he was doing, as if nothing happened. You just did the same and tried to nap, when he called your attention again, 

"I'll introduce you to my siblings. "

Your eyes widened, thinking if he's moving too fast, "hmm? Why?"

He somehow looked flustered as he avoided eye contact, "well, as much as I wanted to give you some time. I also wanted to ask you out and to possibly... court you, if I may. You'll be the only one I'll be introducing to my family"

Him being a gentleman caught your heart, he's too precious. 

"You're too sweet, when are we going to meet them?"

"Tonight."

"Ayo?"

He looked at you with a concerned look, 

"Why? Are you not available tonight or don't you want t-"

You cut him off before he overthinks the situation, 

"Of course I want to, I was just surprised that it was this soon."

"Oh I see, then we'll be leaving later at 5 in the afternoon. Don't worry my father will be at work by that time, " he said, checking his watch. 

"Okay," you said, then proceeded to take a nap. 

The class was dismissed by 2:00 PM, you didn't go back directly to the dorms but went to the convenient store instead. You thought of bringing something to their house since you'll be meeting Todoroki's siblings. You stood there on a random aisle, deeply thinking about what you'll be purchasing. You turned to your left to see a whole portion of Soba ingredients, you remembered that it's his favorite. Upon purchasing the items, you were proud of yourself knowing that this would be a great gift. 

When you arrived at the dorm, Todoroki was already waiting for you outside. 

"Y/n, you're back. Shall we go?" he asked. 

You walked up to him and handed him the paper bags you were holding. "Hold this and no peeking, let me change first, " running to your room so he won't wait long. 

You wore a simple outfit with long sleeves to match his', 

"Let's go" you said as soon as you got back, attempting to grab the paper bags you left him. 

"Let me bring this, it's a bit heavy. You should ask me to come with you the next time you buy something, " he suggested. 

"Yes sir. "

"By the way, call me Shoto instead, everyone might get confused if you continue to call me Todoroki. "

You just nodded. 

You both arrived at the Todoroki residence, immediately greeted by his older sister. "Shoto! You're here, is this y/n? The one you've been talking about non stop?"

“Yes,” Shoto simply replied with a gentle smile.

“I’m Fuyumi, nice to finally meet you,” she shook your hand, smiling.

“I guess you already know who I am,” you shyly said.

You heard the door open and revealed another Todoroki. “I’m Natsuo, Shoto’s older brother. Nice to meet you y/n,” he said waving from the door.

“Come let’s go inside, it’s cold here,” Fuyumi said as she welcomed you inside.

“You have a nice household, thank you for the warm welcome. I actually picked up a few things from the grocery as a thank you,” you said, grabbing the paper bags from Shoto and placing it on the table.

Fuyumi opened the paper bags that contained the soba ingredients, and her face lit up. “You really know our Shoto, he’ll love this. Thank you y/n, I’ll cook this right away,” she said, heading to the kitchen to cook.

“You know she’s a really great cook, we’re all witnesses here,” Natsuo said, sitting down parallel from you and shoto,

“I’m excited to taste it!” you cheered.

“By the way, why are you both here?” Natsuo turned to Shoto, raising a brow,

“I wanted to introduce y/n, she’ll be my Summer Festival Date and I want to court her.”

“Wow that’s really sweet, I’m trusting you to treat her nicely,” Fuyumi said, peeking by the door.

“I’m trusting him on that too,” you said, grabbing Shoto’s hand.

As you were all waiting for dinner, Natsuo got an old photo album from his room. It revealed all the mini Shoto, from birth to preschool years. You noticed that some photos were cut off, upon looking closer you saw that it was Endeavor who was removed. You already know why and didn’t bother to ask them about it. You saw a particularly cute mini Shoto photo holding up a bowl of soba.

“You look adorable here!” You said, pointing to the photo.

“Oh you think so? Thank you,” Shoto smiled at you.

You couldn’t resist it, you took out your phone and looked at Natsuo and Shoto.“May I take a photo?” 

Both of them nodded, Natsuo in particular was giddy about how you’re fussing over mini Shoto with Soba. You took out a photo and used it as Shoto’s contact photo. Soon Fuyumi went back to the table with the hot soba, 

“Itadakimasu!” 

The dinner went on with chit-chatting about how Shoto was as a kid and how they were surprised that he immediately took you home to meet them. An hour passed and the visit came to an end, both Todoroki siblings bid you goodbye and packed you each a soba-to-go.

“Thank you for having us, I’ll be excited for the next visit!” You exclaimed,

“Oh, next visit? I love the sound of that,” Natsuo said, waving goodbye.

When you arrived back at the dorms, Todoroki grabbed your hand before you could enter,

“y/n. Thank you for today, I appreciate you taking the time to meet my siblings. I’m going to  properly ask you this time, may I court you?” he said, looking directly in your eyes.

You gave him a warm smile and hugged him. “You may, Shoto. I’m happy that you will.”

He hugged you back and stroked your hair. “I’m glad,” he said, kissing your temple.

“Come on, let’s rest,” you said, dragging him inside.

Time went fast, it was already the night of the Summer Festival. 

“You two look great together,” Uraraka complimented.

“Yeah! You look sweet too,” Midoriya added.

You blushed from their compliments as you held Shoto’s arm, walking to the booths.

“We’ll be separating from everyone now, take care,” Shoto announced to the Dekusquad.

“Take care!” Iida said.

You both walked around trying to look for interesting stalls, you both wandered around the aisle of food.

“Look Shoto!” You said, walking with him to the Takoyaki stall,

“Do you want to go on a food date now?” Shoto asked.

“Sure why not,” You said, grinning. “We’ll take 2 please!” you told the owner as you tried to reach for your wallet. 

“Thank you sir.” You heard the stall owner say which made you look up, seeing Shoto already paid for the food. 

“Oh, I’ll pay for the next one then,” you suggested.

“No need, my father gave me this allowance,” Shoto explained.

“Oh, wokie.”

A minute passed and you received your takoyaki, you went to the next stall to get shaved ice, then to the next, and to the last. Carrying a handful of snacks, you both decided to sit down by the table near the stalls. You were eyeing everything on the table, but Shoto was eyeing you.

“You seem excited,” he said,

“I am! This looks tasty, here have this!” You said, picking up the takoyaki and feeding it to him.

“It is, now say ahh,” he said, offering you noodles.

You ate the noodles on the chopsticks and tasted the flavor melting in your mouth. “These are nice,” you said.

The both of you finished up the snacks you bought and decided to walk around more. You both wandered to an open area where the sky is visible, Shoto decided that you both rest there.

“I like you a lot,” he suddenly mentioned. 

 You looked at him in awe. “And I do like you a lot too,” you cooed, resting your head on his shoulder.

You both let the festival pass in each other’s comfort, with you securely wrapped around Shoto’s arm. 

A/N: Feel free to message me for any corrections, I'm willing to edit! დ

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The Concept of Love: Midoriya Izuku

Read the first and second parts first! Or don’t, this fan fic can stand alone.

The Concept of Moving On | The Concept of Moving On II

Midoriya x Gender Neutral! Reader

Fluff; SFW

WC: 1.1k

You were about to rest your head down and place your headphones when a shaky hand reached your shoulder startling you. 

“Oh sorry y/n, I didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to invite you outside to talk.. If you’re free?” Midoriya asked. 

You stood up straightening the wrinkles of your inform and followed the broccoli out of the room. You stood by the corridor with a now mumbling boy, you couldn’t understand what he was saying but you sensed he was a bit panicking, you went near him and grabbed his wrist. “Are you okay?” You asked, looking him in the eye.

“So I wanted to ask you to be my date for the Summer Festival, if it’s only okay with you and if you’re comfortable with me being your date and and and like you just recently ended things with Den-” 

You cut him off, that seemed to be a rap. “Yes, I’d love to be your date to the summer festival.”

He went red, flustered, and more shaking. He was this excited when he got his All Might limited edition figure. “I’m really grateful!!, See you there!” he said, bowing, then proceeded to drag you back to the classroom. 

It was a day before the Summer Festival and you were just walking around the mall alone. You suddenly came across a newly released All Might mug, you just knew you had to get it for Midoriya so you went inside and bought two mugs for the both of you. You spotted Midoriya as you left the store, you quickly shoved the mugs in your tote bag and approached him,“Midoriya!” 

“Oh hey y/n, I didn’t know you’ll be here too.” Midoriya said, waving at you. Before you could speak, you heard your stomach rumble. “You seem hungry, c’mon let’s go eat!” he said, grabbing your hand, leading you to the nearest restaurant.

The restaurant wasn’t that fancy or plain, it was both to your liking, especially Midoriya who saw a limited edition poster by the counter. The waiter arrived and asked for your orders. When you gave your order, you secretly slipped your atm in the waiter’s order pad so that Midoriya wouldn’t debate with you that he should be the one paying. 

While waiting for the food you told Midoriya to close his eyes, to which he immediately did.“Are you going to leave me here?” he asked, giving you a nervous laugh.

“Why would I do that?” you said, grabbing the mug from your bag, placing it in front of him. “Now open.”

You observed how his face lit up, his ear to ear smile really made your heart melt. It was too cute just to make it last a second, you quickly took a photo of him admiring the mug and saving it in your favorites folder.

“You know you don’t have to get me anything,” he looked at you blushing. “But I really appreciate it.”

“Wait,” you said, taking out the same mug that you had. “Look! I bought two so we’d have matching mugs.”

“That’s really cute! We’re like a couple having matching things,” he shyly pointed out. “Oh I don’t mean that we should be a couple right n-”

“You have your shot Midoriya, maybe a few more dates,” you cut him off, reaching for his hand for comfort and reassurance. 

Before your table went silent, your food arrived and the waiter gave back your card. Midoriya looked at you confused.“Hey, I was supposed to be paying.”

“Says who?” You teased, sticking your tongue out.

“Says me, so the next date will be on me.” Midoriya reached out a hand for you to shake.

“Deal” You said, shaking his hands.

When your now-called-date ended, you went back to UA hand in hand. Making everyone’s head turn and gasping.

“Great job on getting a girlfriend, ” Iida said, aggressively shaking Midoriya’s free hand. 

“Not yet, Iida” you laughed and shyly waved everyone goodnight as you escaped to your room.

The night of the festival came and while you were walking around with Midoriya, he spotted a ‘How Strong is Your Quirk’ stall that has a machine. Curious, he asked. “Hey look at that stall, do you want to check it out?”

You nodded and saw that the machine shows how strong your quirk is, both of you saw other students try it out showing 1000pts as a result. The line was a bit long so both of you had to wait. 

“I’m sorry you have to wait in this line just for that silly machine,” he said fidgeting with the hem of his sleeves

“It’s okay, I enjoy spending time with you,” you said, slowly holding his face which turned into a blushing mess.

“Oh, it’s our turn!” He excused. 

He positioned himself in front of the machine as the stall owner explained. “So you just have to hit this x mark in the middle, the highest gets the prize,” He said, holding up a big goldfish plushie.

Midoriya looked motivated and focused, then,“Full cowling!” striking the x with his fingers, technically breaking the machine into two.

Everyone stood there, stunned and speechless,  Midoriya was frantically panicking. He looked around him, everyone was amazed and clapping. For a second he was confused.

“I’m sorry I broke your machine, how much will I pay for it?” he asked.

The stall owner let out a chuckle. “Dear boy, we’re literally in UA. We already know this is going to happen so no worries. Here grab the fish and give it to your girl. You deserve it,” giving Midoriya the huge goldfish plushie as the other stall supervisor started to clean.

“Thank you so much!” Midoriya bowed down to them and quickly grabbed your hand to avoid the scenario.

You rested at the fountain, with you hugging the plushie while leaning unto Midoriya’s shoulder. You gave him a light peck on the cheek, then faced him. “Thank you Midoriya, I really adore this prize. Are you still worried about the machine?”

“Well yeah, I just didn’t think that it would break like that” he said, looking down, “WAIT WHAT WAS THE KISS FOR?” Midoriya exclaimed as it just processed in his thoughts.

“As a thank you gift, you know, you’re more than just your quirk. I admire your growth ever since we got accepted at UA, I’m really proud of you.” You said, cupping his face.

He rested his forehead on yours. “Thank you, I appreciate that you saw how much work I’m putting into the training to be the number one hero.”

You closed the gap between the two of you, he held your face to deepen the kiss and you smiled midway. 

As soon as you broke apart, he said, “you know, I’ve always asked the heavens to give you to me. Asides from wanting to be the number one here, I wanted to achieve my dreams with you by my side.”

You gave him a warm smile, squeezing his hands a bit, and said “And I will be there, my number one hero.”

A/N: Feel free to message me for any corrections, I'm willing to edit! დ

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The Concept of Love: Kirishima

Read the first and second parts first! Or don’t, this fan fic can stand alone.

The Concept of Moving On | The Concept of Moving On II

Kirishima x Gender Neutral! Reader

Fluff; SFW

WC: 1.1k

You were about to rest your head down and place your headphones when Kirishima called you from the front,

“y/n!, let’s go get food.”

Without hesitation you stood up and followed him to the cafeteria, you both got milk bread and juice. Before you could go left to your room he grabbed your hand and proceeded to go to the courtyard with sakura tree leaves falling.

“Why are we here?” you asked, not bothering to take his hand off of yours.

“Well,” he said, nervously glancing behind him as if he was waiting for something.

You saw Bakugo and Sero’s head peek by a pillar, which made you curious on what’s this all about. 

“Y/n,” he said, grabbing your attention. “I’ve been meaning to ask you out for a while now, so when I heard about the Summer Festival, I just knew I had to ask you out. This made me overthink and doubt that it would be uncomfortable with Denki that I’d be asking out his ex, but he just told me to take care of you unlike he did. So will you allow me to take care of you and show you how much I appreciate you by going with me to the summer festival?”

As soon as he finished his sentence, Sero walked towards the both of you with a small banner saying ‘Will you be my festival date?” and Bakugo holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. You were astonished and impressed by how much preparation he had just to ask you out. He gave you the flowers and you hugged him in return,

“I will be your festival date” you said, tightening the hug.

He hugged you back and as unusual as it seems, Bakugo smiled, knowing he took part in this success. 

Then Sero said,“it must be nice, I’m tryna be like you, mah boi.”

You laughed at his comment and said,“Iida must be looking for us, let’s go.” But as soon as you turned around, confetti was pouring down along with the sakura leaves.

The culprit was Mina with a party popper.

“Hooray for the two of you!!” she cheered, following the four of you back to the classroom.

When you got back, everyone’s attention was on you.

“Did Kirishima finally ask you out?” Tsuyu asked, tilting her head.

“He did,” you said, showing her the bouquet you got.

As everyone swarmed around you, Kirishima felt bad that Denki walked out but he just respected his space and remained in the classroom.

When the night of the Summer Festival arrived, you were the one dragging Kirishima to every stall you saw. He was too focused on how energetic you are, he was happy. 

“Stop drooling over me Kiri,” you teased, as you stopped in front of the gun shooting stall.

“Hey, I’m not! Maybe you’re the one who’s drooling,” he said, pinching your cheek.

“Look at this, I’ll win you a prize” you said confidently, paying the stall owner for a round.

You were focused as Kirishima stared at you in awe on the side. He’s cheering you on, doing little pompom gestures. You looked at him giving him a confident smirk, aiming at the target.

‘Bang! Bang! Bang!’

The sound of two targets falling frustrated you.

“Hey! I was just warming up.”

Kirishima went closer and kissed the side of your head, whispering

“Goodluck.”

This made your mind go weewoo insane, you didn’t budge from your position when he went back to his spot. You felt butterflies in your stomach, making you all hyped up and more focused.

‘Bang! Bang! Bang!’

 The sound of all three targets falling made you hop with joy, holding Kirishima’s hands.

“I did it!” you exclaimed.

“Yes you did! I’m proud of you.” Kirishima replied.

The stall owner gave you a big duck plushie that has glasses,

“Here, you have it. I told you that it was for you,” you said, giving the plush to Kirishima. “No use in debating now.”

He happily accepted the plushie. Before the two of you could leave, the stall owner called out to you.“Hey the both of you, here have one more prize. A couple like you reminds me of when me and my wife were younger.” 

Your smile went from ear to ear, bowing at the owner. “Thank you! I hope you and your wife will have a great life!” You said, bidding goodbye and jogging towards another stall. 

“Look, they’re releasing lanterns” Kirishima pointed out to an open area.

“Let’s go! I want to try,” you said, leading him there.

The poster at the area instructed that you should write your wish on a piece of paper then attach it to the lantern so that your wish would come true. You both got papers and pen and just stared at each other, not knowing what to write. Soon, Kirishima was happily writing down what his wish was, covering the top of the paper, blocking your view. 

“Hey let me see!” you said poking his cheek with the pen.

Kirishima ignored your request so you just wrote down what you wanted, ‘To be a great hero with a stable life and possibly a great partner. Heavens hear me out, just this boy with me this Summer Festival please’.

“I’m donee” you said.

“Me too, let’s go,” Kirishima said, looking at the lantern area.

You both attached the paper on your lanterns,

“Here have mine, you can read what it says” Kirishima said nervously.

You exchanged lanterns and immediately felt shy when you saw his message, ‘You. l/n y/n, my summer festival wish is you. I’ll give up anything to travel inside your mind, I’ll fall in love with you everyday as if we’re just a new couple. Superior beings just give me a chance’.  

Both of you faced each other, blushing. 

“I guess we can both grant each other’s wishes,” you said.

“Maybe we can, let’s go release it,” he said, leading you to the open area.

“Okay everyone get ready to release the lanterns, in 3..2..1!” the area supervisor instructed.

When you both let the lanterns fly, the both of you laid down on the grass looking up. Kirishima intertwined his hands with yours as you both watched the lanterns go up by the minute. You held his hand tight and said,“I’ll be looking forward to another summer where we can fly lanterns again.”

He looked at you saying,“I’ll remember that I fell in love with you in the summertime. Plus, every day is summertime with you. I can’t wait till I can finally call you mine.”

A/N: Feel free to message me for any corrections, I'm willing to edit! დ

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The Concept of Love: Shinsou

Read the first and second parts first! Or don’t, this fan fic can stand alone.

The Concept of Moving On | The Concept of Moving On II

Shinsou x Gender Neutral! Reader

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You were about to rest your head down and place your headphones when a piece of paper slid in front of you. You looked up to find Shinsou staring at you, signaling for you to read the note. This made you curious about what's on it since he's usually a straightforward person.

 You soon opened the paper that read ‘Go out with me later after classes.’ Without looking back at him you wrote ‘sure’ secretly so he would anticipate your reply. 

He took a deep breath as he read your response then said, “let’s head there directly.” He gave you a smile and left. 

You were excited to go out with him since you had your eyes on him for a few weeks now. Lost in your thoughts, it didn't take you long to fall asleep on your desk.

Time passed and you could feel a nudge on your shoulder attempting to wake you up. You raised your head to squint at the criminal who decided to wake you up, when your eyes focused you saw it was Shinsou.

 “Hitoshi-” 

He cut you off.“Call me Shinsou. You looked so peaceful, that I hesitated waking up. I thought this should just be our date."

He said, moving strands of your hair away from your face. "You're adorable."

This made your cheeks hot, so you lowered your head back so he couldn't see you blush.

 He let out a little laugh. 

You asked, not facing him. “Did class end.. Like a while ago?”

“Well no-” 

He was cut off by Mina who cheered,“GOODLUCK ON YOUR DATE YOU LOVEBIRDS!” 

You looked at her and flashed a smile. All the while, Shinsou was already packing up your things.d “Wait Hi- Shinsou let me handle that.” You said, embarrassed. You quickly grabbed the rest of your things while Shinsou arranged your bag, when you placed the remainder of your things inside your bag, your forehead collided with his. Stumbling back a little, you looked at him, concerned.

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 You both stayed quiet for a few minutes. You decided to break the silence.

“Are you okay? Did that hurt you?”You asked, reaching out to touch his forehead, checking if it would form a bump.

Instead of answering your questions, he leaned down a bit to kiss your forehead. It seemed that he didn't know what he did, because soon you could see the moment of realization dawn on his face. He backed away, looking away.

 “I’m sorry about that, did I make you feel uncomfortable?”. 

You gave him a soft smile and shook your head ‘no’. Picking up your bag, you looked around to see that you two were alone in the room. So you grabbed his hand and confidently walked out.

 He was taken aback by your bold actions but happily intertwined his fingers with yours. “You seem giddy, do you like me a lot?” he looked at you, smirking.

“Hey!” You playfully smacked his arm. “Maybe I do,” you replied walking faster, dragging him along down the corridors. 

“Well maybe I like you a lot too,” he then said. 

It was an unexpected way of confessing to say the least, just nonchalantly talking about it while walking around the campus.

He suddenly stopped walking, almost causing you to trip.

“Do you even know where we’re going?” he asked. 

“Oh, where to exactly?”

“I wanted to try this new pet cafe out. It’s not your typical cat or dog pet cafe, but listen, hamsters.” he explained to you, getting all excited. You never predicted he would like hamsters. 

You entered the cafe and saw a minimalist place with a small fenced area inside where the hamsters are and tables outside that area. He let you choose a table and you went to a table near where the hamster tubes were, spotting one hamster that just stood there staring outside the tube and now staring at you. You stared back at the hamster as it became your entertainment that you didn’t notice Shinsou had arrived with your favourite cake and drink. 

You were a bit startled by him but more curious when he figured out what your favourite sweets were. 

“Don’t be so surprised, I asked Mina and Sero.” 

“OH, thank you. That’s really sweet,” you smiled at him, about to get your spoon but Shinsou was already offering you a spoonful of cake. 

“Say ahh”, he said as he fed you the cake, wiping the crumbs off the side of your cheeks. 

“That was tasty, you should try some!” You excitedly offered him a spoonful of your cake too. 

He took a bite and understood why it’s your favourite one. “This too would be my favourite,” he said wiping his mouth with a napkin. He looked at you, held your face and added, “but this one is really my favourite,” making you all flustered, avoiding his stare. 

“So why did you ask me out, hmm?” You were curious, changing the topic. 

“Well I asked you out to properly ask if you can be my date for this summer’s festival,” he explained, holding your hand. 

“I would love to, Shinsou,” you said, giving him a warm smile that made his heart jump. 

You both finished your food and slowly went inside the play fence for hamsters. The hamsters seemed to like Shinsou’s scarf, they looked so snuggled up that you took a photo without him knowing, while the hamsters beside you slowly crawled up your thighs and settled in. 

What took your attention was the staring hamster from before, it went up to your thigh and faced you. Once again you stared back at it out of habit. You heard a shutter sound and caught Shinsou in the act, who acted all innocent like nothing happened. You just laughed it off thinking it’s really sweet. 

The day ended with both of you having printed copies from your time earlier in the hamster cafe and Aizawa asking where you two went and why you came back to the dorms at 8 in the evening.

The night of the summer festival came, you were already finished prepping up and went to UA with Mina, Sero, Kirishima, and Bakugo. Arriving there, you saw Shinsou standing by a hanging lantern waiting for you. 

“Here’s your princess Shinsou-bro” Kirishima greeted Shinsou. 

“Take care of her, okay?” Sero added. Bakugo just nodded but Mina waved and hugged you before leaving you in Shinsou’s care. 

“Your friends are great,” Shinsou commented. “I won’t disappoint them and take care of you” he added, holding out a hand for you to grab. 

You went around the stalls which ended up with you carrying half of the prizes while he carried the other half. You let out a deep breath, which Shinsou noticed. “Are you tired?” he asked. You gave him a nod and he led you to an elevated and quiet place with benches. You both sat down and drank from the beverage you bought, relieving you from the exhaustion you felt. 

You noticed Shinsou just looked up to you from his phone, “the fireworks are starting soon, I asked Aizawa sensei.”

“Oh wow, they even prepared fireworks, that’s so cool!” You cheered. “Let’s go near the railing! We’ll see it better there.” You tugged on his arm and dragged him by the railings, resting your arms there. 

He was amused by your attitude, so outgoing and optimistic, which made him fall for you even more. 

You were patiently waiting for the fireworks show to start while Shinsou was all googly eyes on you, lost in his thoughts when– 

‘Boom’ 

The both of you looked up to see the dark sky lit up with colourful explosions. 

He scooted closer and snaked an arm around your waist. You looked at him and he gave you a concerned expression. “Is this okay?” he asked. You nodded in response and rested your head on his chest, enjoying the show. 

Soon, he intertwined his free hand with yours and raised your chin to look at him. “Y/n”, I’ve been meaning to ask you…” he paused and went closer to your ear. “Will you be my partner?” 

As the fireworks exploded, you could feel the butterflies in your stomach. You could feel your body heat up at his question. You didn’t give him a direct answer but rather closed the gap between your lips, making him smile midway through the kiss. 

Breaking apart, both of you were grinning from ear to ear as he pulled you closer to him enjoying the last bit of the fireworks show with his now significant other.

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