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[clubakashi]

a cute story of Akashi and his mini-bokushi by @active-mind-15​

Link to: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15

Chapter 16

It was a Thursday evening and Bokushi had just been called down for dinner. Coming down the stairs and making his way to his chair in the dining room, he sat down and waited to be served. A few moments after he sat down, his father came into the dining room as well, Bokushi looking up from the table and nodding to the middle-aged man in greeting.

“Good evening, father.” His father nodded back.

“Good evening, Bokushi.”

Ever since that conversation Bokushi and his father shared in the garden, he found that it became easier to share conversations with the man. Even if they were short, or they weren’t as deep and insightful as that one occasion, he still found that his father was actually willing to talk.

Another thing that happened since that conversation is that his father finally started addressing him by name. Bokushi was no longer referred to as ‘child’ or ‘boy’. His father finally began to address him by name, and the young redheaded boy thought that his father was at last beginning to put in effort into, well, whatever this relationship was. Yes, Bokushi and Masaomi were not close by any means, this is the type of relationship Bokushi would have with an acquaintance, not a father. But he thinks that maybe, just maybe, they were taking steps towards that. Baby steps, but steps all the same. A little at a time was better than nothing.

That time they talked in the garden, they, unfortunately, got cut off when Masaomi had to go to a meeting. Bokushi realized that his father was more of an emotional man than he was ever made out to be. To think that every time the man looked at him, he thought of his mother, someone so precious to him, it made him wonder that day.

“Um…Father…”

“What is it, child?”

“I…”

I…

I was wondering…

If, maybe…

You felt the same way about me…

That was what he would have liked to ask. In such a once-in-a-lifetime moment, he would have gotten his answer—he could have gotten his answer, had he just asked even a few seconds earlier instead of hesitating so much. Now his nerves won’t let him ask again. And God knows when another opportunity like that afternoon would ever turn up again. He might never know the answer; unless his father has some other tragic backstory about a loved one he would like to share. For now, he’ll just stick to their dinner time talks.

Today’s topic of conversation at the dinner table was about his father’s business. Well, it was more of Bokushi listening to his father complain about several of his underlings and business partners (Bokushi came to realize that one way or another, every conversation always ended up with his father complaining about someone) and whatever faults he found with their lifestyle. It could be pretty amusing at times, and Bokushi realized that whenever he let his father vent out his endless frustration at whichever unsuspecting victim he wanted, it actually made him easier to approach him afterward. He tended to imagine his father as a ferocious beast at times. On some days, he should be approached with caution and one single slip-up could cost you your life. But, if the beast is appeased, then he becomes docile and more likely to comply with Bokushi’s requests. Whenever his father went on tirades like these, Bokushi always let him, because it decreases his father’s stress levels; and when his father’s stress levels were down, it benefited everyone.

Tonight, the conversation took a rather interesting turn. It happened so suddenly, after their previous conversation had ended, and it would be an understatement to say that he was taken off guard.

“Bokushi, tell me about this Miyoko girl that you are acquainted with.”

Bokushi nearly inhaled his water.

Why? Why does he want to know all of a sudden? Bokushi thought to himself. It’s not like his father ever cared before about who he associated with, as long as it didn’t affect his grades. So why was he asking now? Ever since he came back home his father just kept surprising him one day after another. This was not good for his blood pressure.

“May I ask why it is you want to know about her?” he asked, putting his glass on the table. He observed those mysterious golden eyes of his father flash with contemplation.

“I suppose you could say I was curious.”

Bokushi quirked a brow. “Curious…?”

“Indeed.” Masaomi folded his arms on the table. “She must be quite the interesting character since you are always willing to give her your time.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong, the boy mused. Whether it was him or Akashi, anyone person that they deemed a nuisance would not be given the time of day. That was what it was like with any person, actually. Everyone always had at least one person who they would not tolerate in any situation. The only difference was that all members of the Akashi family tended to have inhumanly high standards for the people they surround themselves with. Well, it was much less apparent in the newer generation (because they were friends with people like Aomine for crying out loud), but the same rule still applied. Only the people who held the most sentimental value had the pleasure of being friends with Akashi or Bokushi. Anyone else was a mere stranger in their eyes. The redheaded boy gazed off to the side and nodded.

“Yes,” he said carefully. “She is quite the interesting character…” He saw his father nod, but he continued to sit in silence, and so Bokushi took that as a sign that he wanted him to keep going.

“She’s very kind-hearted, I suppose…and also very enthusiastic, on many occasions…” Why wasn’t his father saying anything? Just having him explain why he enjoyed Miyoko’s company was way more awkward than he thought it would be, and Bokushi found himself periodically pausing, hesitant to keep talking, but forcing himself to continue while his father was still listening.

“She is always eager to learn new things; however, she is also eager to teach me things as well. It is a bit endearing in a way…” He really didn’t need to mention that last part, and he was starting to regret it, but it’s already slipped out of his mouth and he can’t backtrack anymore. He hurriedly cleared his throat and tried to steer his answer back.

“Anyway, I enjoy spending time at their house, and it most definitely keeps me occupied. I do frequent their house often, perhaps three maybe four times a week. It’s more entertaining than sitting around in the library. Not that the books aren’t engaging—but the same pattern can get tiring. Miyoko was very interested in the kinds of books I read, though, but they’re probably too complex for her. After all, she only started proper school this year so she’s just barely started to learn her first-ever set of kanji. Perhaps I should visit more often to teach her. Although I suppose if I did that it wouldn’t be easy on Shimizu-san…” Where was this conversation even going? He had no idea, at some point, this all became incessant rambling. He could just stop talking and find a better way to conclude his reasoning but with his father staring at him like that he honestly had no idea what to do. What was the question again?

Right when he was about to attempt to change the subject altogether, he perked up when he heard the phone ring in the other room. After two rings, he heard a deep, matured voice answer the phone which he recognized as the butler’s. There was a short exchange of words before Bokushi heard a brief “I will go and get him, please hold on for a moment” and brisk but quiet footsteps approached the dining area. They weren’t going towards his father like Bokushi expected, they were towards him. The butler in front of him bowed politely.

“Young Master,” he began. “If you are finished, then there is a phone call for you. Your friend.” He was saved!

Bokushi nodded fervently. “I see. I will answer it immediately.”

Masaomi watched Bokushi jump off the chair and politely excuse himself from the table (It was supposed to be the other way around, wasn’t it? Oh well.) before padding off to the phone and answering it. He turned to the butler.

“Abe-san. Would that be the younger sister of Midorima calling?”

The elderly man turned around. “Yes, Akashi-sama,” he answered. “She has informed me that her fever has passed, and so she felt it imperative to put Young Master on the phone.”

The butler seemed quite amused, looking at his face and the tone of his voice. It was to be expected, Masaomi knew, for that was how all the staff were around children. Even when Akashi was a child, there were times when they would fawn over his son whenever he did or said something. Masaomi admits, yes, that back in those times he could be amused by his son at random times when he did something that marginally surprised him, but it was only for rare and fleeting moments, and there was never usually anything to fuss over too much. One could only imagine what it would be like if Miyoko actually came over.

If Miyoko came over…

Hmm…

Masaomi excused himself from the table as well.

“I’m sure your fever wasn't that high, Miyoko. Five million degrees is a bit of an exaggeration, don’t you think?”

Bokushi was still on the phone with his friend, discussing some trivial topics. Miyoko huffed on the other line.

“It was super high!” she told him. “I was sick for four whole days! Do you know how long four days are?”

“Four days long, I’m guessing,” he replied drily. “Anyway, I hope you were able to catch up on whatever lessons you missed in school.”

“Onii-chan would chew my head off if I didn’t. When it comes to school, he nags me even more than okaa-san.” Bokushi chuckled when he heard an irritated “Oi” come from Midorima in the background.

“Glad to know he’s keeping track of your progress,” he replied. “At least tomorrow is Friday, so you can have the whole weekend to relax. Being sick can always be stressful.”

“You should come over tomorrow! You can teach me some more basketball!” Bokushi smiled.

“Tomorrow?” he said. “If that is what you would like, then just tell me when I should come over and I will stop by.”

In the midst of their conversation, he heard footsteps and turned to see his father coming over to the phone. He blinked. What was he coming over to the phone for? What should he do? Does he keep talking or does he address his father? He doesn’t even know at this point. He just kept staring at his father, blocking out the sound of Miyoko’s voice so he could pay attention to what his father was going to do. He decided to go for broke and address him.

“Yes, father?” He held a hand over the speaker of the phone. “Did you want me to…” He trailed off when he felt something slip out of his grasp, and he looked down at his hands, only to realize that he wasn’t even holding the phone anymore. His eyes widened in surprise, looking up at his father and praying that he wouldn’t see what he was desperately hoping against. Lo and behold, his father was holding the phone, and Bokushi was more horrified than ever.

“Midorima Miyoko, I presume? Good evening, this is Bokushi’s father.”

“FATHER WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING.” was what Bokushi would like to have said at this point, but he couldn’t and settled for screaming internally while he stood there, tongue-tied, at the concept of his father talking to Miyoko.

His emotions were all over the place at the moment, he could barely identify what he was feeling. What was it? Was it fear? Was it embarrassment? No—this was far beyond embarrassment. This was pure mortification.

The phone wasn’t on speaker, so he couldn’t properly make out what his friend was saying on the other line, all he could hear is that Miyoko sounded excited to talk to his father which she absolutely shouldn’t be she has no idea what she’s getting herself into and oh my God what is his father even going to say to her—

“Yes, yes, it is a pleasure. Bokushi has told me a bit about you in fact. I overheard your conversation just now—” (“You mean eavesdropped”, Bokushi wanted to point out) “And I heard that he was planning to pay you a visit tomorrow.”

The young redheaded boy froze. What does it matter to him? What he does at Midorima’s house and when he goes there shouldn’t concern him, so why was he even bringing it up? A feeling of dread crept over him… His father wasn’t planning on canceling it, was he? No, that couldn’t be possible, there was no reason for him to cancel. But still, Bokushi was suspicious of what he was going to say. If his father dared not let him go tomorrow, he swore he would lock himself in his room for the whole day. He narrowed his eyes as he heard some form of agreement from Miyoko on the other line, completely silent to hear what his father was going to say, expecting something along the lines of ‘I’m sorry but Bokushi will not be able to make it’ with some generic excuse following after. What he was not expecting, however, were the words that his father had actually said in response.

“Would you like to visit our home instead?”

Bokushi was five hundred percent certain that his brain just short-circuited. Had his father completely lost his mind?!

Now he could clearly hear Miyoko from where he was standing because she was now shouting in glee at the prospect of visiting Bokushi this time around instead of him visiting their house. He inwardly cursed. Great, she’s already excited.

He wasn’t going to intervene before, but he most certainly was now. He was staring at his father, the look on his face screaming 'Hang up the phone, now!’. His father stared back, then turned away with a disinterested expression, going back to the phone call.

“If you so wished, you may even stay for the weekend.”

NO, NO, NO, THAT’S ENOUGH, FATHER. Bokushi was now trying to grab the phone from him because Miyoko was voicing her exclamations on the other line even louder than before, and Bokushi was having a sinking feeling that it was too late for him. Unfortunately for this five-year-old boy, he was still three and a half feet tall, so attempting to take the phone off a six-foot-tall man was out of the question. And he still continued the call.

“Yes, would you please put one of your parents on the phone? I would like to arrange the details with them.”

If word reached their parents, then Bokushi wouldn’t be able to stop it. He threw away whatever dignity he had left and resorted to jumping to grab the phone, but his father just effortlessly dodged his attempts and began speaking with Midorima’s mother.

“Of course. It would not be any trouble at all, Midorima-san. I assure you there is plenty of room for her.”

God how Bokushi wanted to slam his head into the table. Or perhaps he could just keep pinching himself to wake up from this absurd nightmare. Miyoko, here, in his house, under the scrutinizing gaze of his father? The thought of it sent chills down his spine. If people thought Bokushi was intimidating enough, then they would not be ready to meet his father. He would probably assess her for the entire duration of the weekend with those critical eyes of his like he was analyzing a biological specimen of some sort. Miyoko is the last person he wants to go through that.

“I am sure that she is excited. We will be looking forward to seeing her tomorrow.”

The redheaded boy whipped his head up to his father to see that, much to his dismay, Midorima’s mother had agreed and they had everything set. It was already too late, and he was in the process of ending the call.

“Yes, until tomorrow then. Goodbye.” He jolted.

“No, wait—”

He hung up the phone before Bokushi even had a say. As for Bokushi, well, he was looking at the phone as if his life was about to end. He held his head in his hands and groaned in despair.

“Father…” He took a very deep breath and exhaled sharply, glaring up at the man in question. “What have you done?”

“Exactly what it looked like,” Masaomi replied without missing a beat. “I was curious to meet this girl you have befriended.”

“Yes—but why bring her here?” That question almost left his mouth. Almost. But he didn’t ask. His mind was in shambles at the moment, just thinking about her staying here for an entire weekend. While two and a half days didn’t seem like much to anyone else, it most certainly did when it came to this particular situation. Why did he disapprove of this so much, anyway? It wasn’t embarrassment or humiliation or anything. But still he was feeling something and he didn’t know what it was. All he could do was nod like a dumb thing, forcing himself to come to terms with this arrangement.

“If…If you say so…”

“Good then.”

His father didn’t even wait to see if Bokushi had anything else left to say. He began walking back to the dining room, leaving the young redheaded boy to stare at his disappearing figure, still in this trance of his. It was only after a few moments that he finally shook himself out of it.

This was insane. Absolutely insane. His mind could barely function as he had no idea what to do. As soon as his father was out of earshot, Bokushi, out of pure instinct, grabbed the phone one more time and hurriedly dialed a number…

…

Akashi was in his room, in the process of wrapping up some Japanese History homework when his phone began to ring. Looking down at the ringing phone on his desk, he picked it up and eyed the Caller ID. It was his house number. He gets quite a lot of calls from home these days. It was probably Bokushi calling, anyway. He answered it on the third ring and put the phone up to his ear.

“Hello?”

“I think our father is planning the murder of a five-year-old girl.”

Well. That was unexpected.

“As usual your topic starters never fail to surprise me, Bokushi.” Normal people would probably be concerned if someone told them that their own father was planning to kill someone, but this was Bokushi he was talking to and Bokushi was a very dramatic person. “What has he done this time?”

“Miyoko is coming over to our house for the weekend.”

“…I don’t think I understand how this all connects.” Akashi wasn’t necessarily getting the logic on how a simple playdate can link in with homicide but, well, a lot of people wouldn’t. “What does this have to do with father?”

“Seijuro-nii. Father is the one who invited her.” The Rakuzan captain furrowed his brows.

“He did?”

“Exactly my point,” Bokushi said to him, thankful that someone else shared his surprise. “It came out of nowhere as well. I was talking to Miyoko on the phone and he just took it from my hands and suggested that she come here instead. I don’t even know why.”

Now, this changed things. He thought that his father simply approved of this arrangement that Bokushi had made. He didn’t think he was the one who did it himself. Now he was really curious. Self-control be damned, Akashi just had to know the reason behind this.

“Bokushi,” he said to the boy. “Do you think you can get father on the phone?” His younger brother let out a small noise of confusion before hesitantly agreeing.

“I suppose I could… Please wait a moment.”

There was a click, signifying that he had put the phone down and Akashi heard small footsteps hurriedly leave the vicinity. Then there were a few distant verbal exchanges, and moments later more footsteps came back, and the phone was picked up again.

“Seijuro-nii, I’m putting this on speaker.”

“Alright…? If you want to…” He didn’t know why that was necessary, but Bokushi was not about to tell him that he was only putting it on speaker because he didn’t want to be left out of the loop (which was something he probably should have done when his father took the phone from him). Never mind. He just shrugged and went along with it. Their father finally spoke on the other line.

“Yes?”

“Good evening, father,” Akashi greeted him. “How has your week been?”

“Fine, I suppose. We have just finished dinner.”

“I see.” How was he to approach this topic? He wasn’t quite sure what the deal was with their father’s attitude at the moment towards Bokushi, or him, or anyone for that matter. Maybe he should just get to the point. “So, I hear the house is expecting company tomorrow.”

“We are indeed,” their father answered. “Bokushi’s friend, Miyoko, will be coming to stay over.”

“Did Bokushi invite her?” He already knew the answer was no, but he wanted to see what his father would say in response. Bokushi noticed this as well and refrained from correcting him, understanding what Akashi was trying to do.

“I did, in fact, invite her over,” their father said. “I had arranged everything with her parents.”

Well, Akashi figured he’d say as much, but he wasn’t really expecting him to be that honest with his answer. Although in all fairness, he didn’t even know what he was expecting.

“May I ask what brought up the suggestion?”

Bokushi unknowingly on the other line, was looking expectantly up at the middle-aged man, anticipating his answer with bated breath.

“I admittedly wanted to see what she was like,” their father explained. “And it would make perfect sense for her to come here. Shimizu-san has had to do many back-and-forths to take Bokushi to and from their house as well, so by doing this he would not need to drive anywhere.”

Well, when he put it like that, it made it very hard for Akashi to side with Bokushi; because if there was one thing he knew about their father, he was almost never wrong. The red-haired teenager felt his breath hitch, audibly wavering because he agreed with their father’s reasoning but remembered that he was supposed to be backing Bokushi up. Yet somehow could not decide what to do.

“Uh-huh…” With just that one utterance he probably dropped a level in formality, but that was honestly the best response he could come up with at the moment. Bokushi must have recognized the indecisiveness in his response and decided to speak up as well.

“Seijuro-nii.”

Akashi recognized his tone. It was the tone that he sometimes used to slacking teammates during basketball practice. As in the tone of voice he used when he was about to tell someone to get their act together. He was starting to think that Bokushi was becoming agitated. Well, unfortunately, Akashi would have to become the parental figure this time around. He took a deep breath, exhaled, and resigned to his fate. Forgive me this once, Bokushi.

“I think it might be a nice idea, actually,” Akashi finally says after several seconds of contemplation (Several seconds too many, he thinks to himself). “You do go to her house often, Bokushi. It would only be common courtesy to invite her to yours.” Bokushi seemed scandalized by the comment.

“I know what common courtesy is,” he shoots back. “It’s just…”

“Just what?” Akashi asked him. “Are you embarrassed to have her over?”

“No,” Bokushi grinds out because he was an Akashi and embarrassment wasn’t in their spectrum of emotions, or at least that’s what he was trying to convince himself. “I’m not embarrassed to invite her over.”

“Then what might you be feeling?”

“I don’t know” Bokushi wanted to respond but decided against it. Perhaps this conversation would have gone differently, had their father not been in the room because at the moment Bokushi didn’t know what to say. For starters, he wasn’t going to start talking about what he 'might be feeling’ in front of their father; if he was going to feel embarrassed over anything tonight, that would be it. And even if he wanted to, again, he didn’t know. He was still trying to get accustomed to feeling emotions, so sorting them out was completely out of the question. Because of this, he was left floundering for words.

“I…it's…ugh.” This was so unfair…

Ah. I flustered him. Akashi realized he probably shouldn’t have asked that as he continued to listen to Bokushi struggle to produce a coherent sentence.

“Never mind, you don’t have to answer,” he managed to add, effectively silencing his younger brother. “I do hope it goes well for you, though, Bokushi. I’ll call tomorrow to check up on things. Or Skype, perhaps—”

“Yes.” Bokushi could have sounded a little less desperate, but whatever. “We could Skype.”

“If that is what you would like, then I will allow him to borrow my laptop,” Masaomi offered. “You will have to tell me ahead of time when you plan on using it, however.”

“Thank you, father.”

“Well, I should be going now, I still have a few things left to do. I’ll be available to talk around the evening, Bokushi.”

“Okay.” Was Bokushi’s voice suddenly lighter? Maybe that was Akashi’s imagination. “I will talk to you tomorrow…and you can say hi to Miyoko.”

Ah. Right. That was still a thing. And it was still happening. Well, one more person to chat with over Skype seemed nice.

“Of course,” Akashi said. “I’ll be looking forward to it. Goodnight, father. Goodnight, Bokushi.”

“Goodnight, Seijuro-nii.”

“Yes. Goodnight.”

The call ended and Akashi locked his phone before putting it down. As he began to start organizing his things and move onto his next assignment, he realized that this was actually the first conversation with his father that he didn’t actually hate. He considered this for a moment, and then slowly but surely, a small grin slipped onto his face.

Interesting…

~O~

Bokushi lay in his bed after bathing and slipping into his pajamas, staring at the ceiling above him once he had turned off his lights. He honestly couldn’t believe that Miyoko was going to actually come to their house tomorrow.

He still had mixed feelings about that, and he didn’t quite know what to do. And Akashi (that traitor) had still sided with their father in the end. He turned over on his side and stared at Yuki, who was sitting there complacently, watching his owner with those black beaded eyes. Bokushi absentmindedly patted the stuffed horse once on its head before sighing, thinking back to the phone conversation some hours ago.

“You do go to her house often, Bokushi. It would only be common courtesy to invite her to yours.”

“I know what common courtesy is. It’s just…”

It’s just that father is acting weird and I don’t know whether or not I will be able to deal with that. His father must be in some sort of weird transitioning phase that he isn’t completely aware of; half of what he used to be and the other half—well—Bokushi could only imagine. He wished that it didn’t feel so awkward, though. He wasn’t used to his father talking to him so much, or being more lenient, or humoring his requests, or doing things like voluntarily suggesting that Bokushi invites his friends over and then proceeding to arrange the details himself. Although it’s not like he wanted his father to go back to how he was before. By all means, that part of him could stay in the past where it belonged. But seeing the way he interacts with both of them now…it just feels weird. The boy sighed and decided to drop the matter, letting his eyes fall shut to let sleep overtake him.

Well, I guess I’ll have to get used to weird.

[kiseki-no-scenarios]

I honestly read it as “LICKING” the same person and I was so confused omg lol

I tried making this as crack-ish as possible. I tried OTL

Aomine and Kise both crushing on Reader Headcanons

Aomine 100% will declare that the only one that can beat him is him

To which Kise, being a smartass retorts that it doesn’t make any sense and that basketball and love are two completely different things

I feel like the two of them would try and sabotage each other because of their feelings for you, but also because they’re competitive with each other

Kise probably would make a big deal out of finding gravure magazines in Aomine’s stuff and rant to you all about it

Stuff along the lines of “I can’t believe Aominecchi would carry that around!!” or something like “Aominecchi is such a pervert!!”

Aomine in return would intentionally lead Kise’s fangirls to mob him whenever he tries to get a second alone with you, and steals you away at those opportune moments

They’re honestly just squabbling like children, and you start getting frustrated at their antics

One day, you see the two of them yelling at each other and slinging insults

“Aominecchi, all you think about are boobs!! How could you ever make _____-cchi happy like that?!?”

“You’ve got a rabid mob of fangirls that are always following you around!! All you’ve got is a dumbass pretty face!!”

“AT LEAST MY FACE IS NICE TO LOOK AT!!”

“WHAT DID YOU SAY TEME?!? WE’LL SETTLE THIS WITH A ONE VS. ONE!!”

You’re just so sick and tired of them at this point that you drag a stepladder over to them along with two bottles of water

The stepladder is for the fact that you’re too short to reach above their heads

And the water is for when you dump it over their heads, at which point they finally stop and turn to look at you

“ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!”

You’re really scary when you’re mad, and your glare is enough to get them both into dogeza position in front of you

“I don’t know what the HELL the two of you are squabbling like children over, but GET IT TOGETHER!”

“B-But, _____-cchi…!”

“SHUT. UP. KISE.”

Aomine bursts out laughing at Kise

“Haha, _____ told you to shut up!”

“YOU TOO AHOMINE.”

That gets the both of them to shut up

“Talk it out, like ADULTS. I swear, the way you two have been acting, you might as well just whip them out and compare your sizes to get it over with!”

You scold them harshly

When you’re finally done, you sigh and put a chocolate bar on each of their heads

“Eat it, and make up. Ok?”

You leave at that point, and the two of them can only stare as you walk away

“…I’m going to make that woman my wife.”

“In your fucking dreams, Kise!”

[charredbrie]

Kurobas Valentine’s Day Event 2020 Day 7: MuraMido side AoKi

OMG I can’t believe I’ve already finished with this event and I am so happy to be able to participate in this event. Pardon the late post, I am in deep with The Untamed Fandom, I am quite distracted and it actually takes me quite a while to decide on which pairing I am going to use. For this, I’ve decided to use the LDR theme just because I certainly know how it feels to be in this type of relationship. Been there, done that and never again lol But this one comes with a happy ending. So without further ado, here’s the last installment. This event isn’t possible with @vanilla-daydreams and @theuglycrybaby, many thanks to you guys <3

Day 6 Prompt: Free (MuraMido side AoKi Future Fic, College Students AU)

Title: Valentines’ Promise

Summary: College students Midorima and Kise ponder about their long-distance relationship with their respective partners, the struggles of being in a long-distance relationship. 

Rating: T 

Also on Ao3

Shintaro stirs from his sleep induced self. The sun rays are peeking through his window as his alarm clock starts to ring. Slowly, he tries to sit up and snooze the alarm, grabs his glasses with his right hand as well as putting it back on his face, also with his right hand. He removes his nightcap and stretches his arms for a bit before standing up and unveils the curtains. It is a nice and sunny day but Shintaro can’t help but feel that this is gonna be a good day for Cancers. Carefully, he goes downstairs and fixes himself some breakfast. 

He is living alone in a condominium now for two years after he has graduated high school. Ever since he is a child, he always knows that he has wanted to be a doctor although he has to give up playing basketball. During his last year in high school, he has been offered to go pro to America. However, his father is against it and tells him that he should go to medical school instead of playing on the big stage. He has been heartbroken by that time. The other members of the Generation of Miracles get an offer too. Aomine and Akashi are currently in America playing on the big stage as well as Murasakibara. In Kise’s case, he has decided not to go because it is his lifetime dream to be a pilot so he has persuaded it instead. 

The two of them, Kise and him, have been attending the same university and he doesn’t know how it happens but both of them become close, closer than they’ll ever be. Maybe it’s for the reason that they both give up their dream of playing in the big stage as well as the fact that they are both in a long-distance relationship with their partners. 

He should be used to it by now given the fact that he and Murasakibara have already been through that stage back in high school. Him, being in Tokyo and Murasakibara at Akita. However, the proof of his long lost absence is the fact that before, he is just one train away but now, he is on the other side of the world. He also notices that before, he can just call him anytime after school or practice but now, because of the time difference as well as their intense training being the contributing factors, they haven’t really talked that much and it makes him upset. He knows he doesn’t need to blame Murasakibara for he knows that the taller guy needs his rest too. But sometimes, he just can’t help but feel that he has already forgotten about him. If before, they couldn’t go on a day without talking or messaging each other, but now, they can go on weeks without talking or messaging each other. 

And he misses him so much that it hurts. 

-x-

His classes have just ended when he receives a text from Kise saying that he will come to his house once his class is done. He replies okay to him instead of his usual “die” because he, himself needs some time to unwind and Kise is the perfect friend for it because he knows how he feels, in fact. Quickly putting all his stuff inside his bag, he smoothly goes out of the room as he is bidding goodbye to his colleagues on the way. He stops by the grocery store to buy ingredients for dinner or else, both Kise and him will starve to death because the blonde doesn’t know how to cook, much less handle a knife. He has been bad at cooking before but now that he has been living alone, he manages to learn with the help of Takao because he has gotten so sick of eating to-go food and finally convinces himself that cooking is not too bad, in fact. 

When he gathers all the ingredients for Nikujaga, he pays for it and proceeds home. He enters his quiet place and kind of sinks into loneliness again. He misses his sister’s boisterous greeting as well as his Mom’s gentle yet sarcastic attitude. He closes his eyes for a bit, trying to whisk away his thoughts. He strides towards the kitchen and starts with the preparation of the dish. An hour later, when the scent of the Nikujaga is filling the air, his doorbell rings, signaling that Kise has arrived.

He is greeted enthusiastically by the blond as he makes himself feel at home. 

“Kise, dinner is going to be ready soon. I am just reducing it.”

“Thank you, Midorimachi! What did you cook?”

“Nikujaga. Wait here, in fact. I will grab drinks. Do you want soda or tea?”

“Soda please.” The blonde answers as he goes to the kitchen to prepare their drinks. He hears Kise sighs loudly from the living room. He frowns a bit. Knowing his long time friend, Kise seldom sighs unless he is really bothered by something. Quickly, he fixes their drinks and goes to his friend. He puts the drink in front of the blonde as he sits opposite him.

“Let me guess, Aomine?”

He looks up at him as he reaches for the soda while silently mutter thanks. He looks at his friend, trying to read him. His eyes are a little bit swollen and he has dark circles under his eyes.

“Tell me, Midorimachi, when was the last time you speak with Murasakibarachi?”

Shintaro stops and tightens the grip on his shiruko can and thinks. When was the last time I talk to him? Suddenly he remembers their conversation that is a month ago.

Shintarou is getting ready for bed after hours of studying for his midterm exam when he hears his phone buzzes. Already cursing who the caller is in this wee hours at night. He looks at the caller id and his heart skips a beat seeing his long time boyfriend’s name. With shaking hands, he answers the phone.

“Hello?”

“…Mido-chin? I’m glad you’re still awake.”

He tries to compose himself from saying everything on his mind. How come you only called now? I know you’re busy but can’t you see that my thoughts are filled with yours all the time? Why only call now? Why can’t we be like before? Why are you not here by my side? I’m getting frustrated because I don’t know what to do anymore.

How does this fool remain calm is definitely unthinkable when he has so many thoughts creeping in all the time. But instead, he answers in a calm manner as possible.

“I-I’m studying for my midterm exams and I just got done, in fact…How are you?”

He hears a long sigh from the other line before Murasakibara speaks, “…Mido-chin, I miss you.”

He tightens his hold on his phone, afraid of breaking out from all of his hidden emotions. “…Really?”

“Are you angry with me?”

“Why would I be angry?”

“Because we haven’t been talking for more than three weeks now.”

“Look, Murasakibara, I know you’re busy, in fact. You don’t need to feel guilty, in fact.”

“But…I want to talk to Mido-chin more.”

“I do too, in fact. Our time difference is a big factor and it’s not a walk in the park in the medical school as well. We both have our responsibilities and I don’t blame you for it, Murasakibara.”

He smiles as he hears the purple head munches on something, probably potato chips and lets out a heavy breath before speaking, “But Mido-chin, I want to cuddle with you! I want to see you so bad. The school here sucks and Mine-chin snores so loud! Training is also so hard! I wanna go back…”

“Murasakibara, what did you promise me before you leave?”

“…That I will see to it till the end? But Mido-chi-,” he cuts off his whine and says instead, “Didn’t you want to do it for me? That you’d reach my dream of being a pro in my stead?”

“…Fine. But keep your promise from me too, okay? Go sleep now, Mido-chin. I’ll go to school now. Love you~”

Suddenly, he feels his face getting hot by his statement. No matter how long they have been together, he can’t get used to Murasakibara conveying his feelings out of nowhere.

“F-Fool, of course, I will keep the promise. Behave at school and just sleep earlier than Aomine if he snores so loud, in fact.”

“Okay~ don’t you have something to say to me too?”

“What?”

A long-suffering sigh, “Can’t you drop your tsundere self for a bit?”

“S-Shut up, it’s not that I don’t want to say it, it’s just that you surprised me, in fact.”

“Really, Mido-chin? After all these years?”

“Tsk.”

“‘Kay, I won’t force you. Good night, Mido-chin.”

“W-Wait!…I..love..you too..”

Then he cuts off the call, not really waiting for Murasakibara’s reply because he knows that the taller boy will just tease him. Only for tonight, he will sleep with a peaceful mind.

After that, Murasakibara tries to call him at least every three days. And it is only this time that he’s been missing in action again as it drags on for two weeks without calling each other because the latter has a training camp.

“Two weeks ago, before he goes on a training camp.”

Kise gapes at him and asks, “Is Aominechi with him?”

“I think so, in fact.”

Kise slams his hand on the table with an obvious fury. Shintaro just looks at the blonde with bewilderment but reprimanded him nonetheless. “Kise, stop taking out your anger on my table.”

“T-That Ahomine….he hasn’t been calling me for a month! He didn’t even tell me that he’s going on a training camp!”

“Maybe he’s busy, in fact?”

“Midorimachi! He’s in America! Most of the ladies there are well endowed! What if he is cheating with me? What if he will get someone pregnant? Oh my gosh!!!!”

He tries to calm his friend down who is getting hysterical. I’m surrounded by idiots.

“Kise, calm down! I don’t think that Aomine is capable of doing that, in fact.”

Kise wails as he jumps to him and cries on his chest. Shintaro, being the tsundere that he is, is lost on how to calm the blonde down. He thinks that he can already pacify Kise in his every mood but he is too naive to think that. He groans painfully as he awkwardly pats Kise’s head for comfort. He waits for the blond to finally calm down before he lets go of him, helps him stand up and seats him comfortable at the couch. He goes to the kitchen to get him water and also check the Nikujaga. Once he sees that it is ready, he takes out two sets of plates and utensils and arranges the table. He calls Kise and he is thankful that the blonde is being obedient in spite of his outburst earlier. Together, they eat in silence. However, the blonde is still sniffing his tears. Not taking it anymore, Shintaro finally speaks.

“You know, you just have to trust on Aomine, in fact.”

“H-How? I mean, we don’t talk much. As well as you and Murasakibarachi.”

“Let’s just say that Murasakibara and I made a promise with each other.”

Kise’s ears perk up and divert his full attention to him.

“What is it?”

“It’s only between the two of us, in fact.”

“You know, Midorimachi, I don’t know how you do it but all these times, you’ve been in a long-distance relationship but have you ever thought of giving up? It’s hard to maintain.”

“Yes, it is, in fact. However, we both trust each other and I also know that Murasakibara is too lazy to flirt with others. I trust him that’s why I don’t have to know what he is doing all the time, in fact. Knowing his personality, he doesn’t want to be oppressed by what he wants to do. Although sometimes it makes me upset because I yearn for his presence but I can’t do anything about it, he is on the other side of the globe. It is hard to wait, in fact. I’ve thought a number of times that he might have been forgotten about me. I won’t even deny that, but as long as I know that his feelings are still the same, then I don’t have anything to worry about. It’s just harder now because of the time difference.”

He looks at the blonde who is in deep thinking. He speaks again in order to gain his companion’s attention, “I won’t say to you to do the same but you just have to trust Aomine. After all, you know him better than I do, in fact.”

Finally, he sees the blonde smile and looks at him, “Thank you, Midorimachi. But wow, I never knew you felt that way. You just look at me with a sour face every time I talk to you about my problem.”

He pushes his glasses up as he tries to hide his face from embarrassment of being pointed out, “S-Shut up, Kise! It’s not because you need some advice that I said that. I’m saying that because I don’t want you to have another outburst again, in fact.”

He hears the blonde chuckles as he continues to eat his dinner, “Whatever, Midorimachi! Such a tsundere~”

“Shut up and eat!”

-x-

It has been a week since his heartfelt conversation with Kise and he still cringes every time he thinks about it. Given, he just wants to cheer his friend up but it doesn’t occur to him that he will embarrass himself in the process. They still meet up regularly though, sometimes for coffee or for dinner. It has also been three weeks since he last hears from his lazy boyfriend. He is kind of worried if the taller boy hasn’t been taking care of himself lately. He misses him so much that even hearing his voice and making sure that he’s alright is enough to ease his worries.

And now, Valentines’ Day has arrived and Kise and himself have decided to have dinner together after school. Both of them have been feeling pensive. For the last two years, it is always been the two of them who spend the cursed day together in order to diminish their thoughts of their far-away partners, even for a while. Usually, they just go about the good old days and talk about senseless things. Throughout the years, Shintaro has learned by now that he has to be more open with other people but he only has a few of them who he can fully open up with and one of them is Kise.

After their class, they have met up with each other and go to a fancy Italian restaurant. They have accidentally met with Hayama Kotaro and Miyaji Kiyoshi in the middle of the date in the same restaurant, much to the dismay of his old senpai. Kise has been animatedly talking to Hayama and tries to pull him away as he can see the displeased expression of his senpai for being interrupted. They bid their goodbye and proceeded to have their own little world. 

After they’re done with their dinner, they both decide to separate since Kise has an early shoot tomorrow and he needs his beauty rest, much to the annoyance of Shintaro. But accepts it nonetheless. But before he goes on his way, Kise stops him and tells him, “Happy Valentine’s, Midorimachi! I’m glad you’re here. Didn’t even think we’d be this close thinking back.”

Shintaro gives him a small smile and turns around, afraid that Kise might see his ears getting red. “My pleasure as well, in fact. Take care.”

They both go on their own way with a smile plastered on their faces.

When Shintaro gets into his condominium complex, he noticed a capped boy crouching in front of his door. He can only make up his appearance from far away and also notices a big duffle bag by the mystery man’s feet. As he moves nearer, his heart is suddenly pumping faster as he fully recognizes the looming figure. The boy then looks at his direction when he senses his nearing footsteps and stands up, removes his cap to show his face and smiles lazily at him.

The man waiting for him is none other than Murasakibara Atsushi. His hair is longer and he has gotten a few inches taller yet again. His face is not quite the same for he has lost some baby fats on his cheeks and it makes him quite mature and more dashing, in fact. He still wears that bored expression but his purple irises are twinkling when he finally sees him.

And Shintaro can’t help his tears flowing freely from his eyes for it has been too long since he last sees him.

With heavy steps, Murasakibara moves closer to his side and hugs him tightly, “..Mido-chin, I miss you…” He whispers as he buries his head on the top of his head as he does the same but on the crook of his neck and inhales the always present smell of lavender and candy. They stay like that for a whole minute until they let go of each other and gaze lovingly at each other.

“W-What are you doing here, in fact?”

“They gave us two weeks of vacation after that intense training camp, so here I am, Mido-chin.” He takes Murasakibara’s arm like a kid and pulls him inside his condominium. He motions the taller boy to sit and he dashes straight to the kitchen to prepare tea as well as to calm himself down. He serves him the tea and he chooses to sit on the opposite single couch and looks at him, still not believing the fact that he is, in fact, here in front of him.

The taller boy sips on his tea and scrunches his face because of the bitterness. “Ne, Mido-chin, can you serve me anything sweet? You know bitter tea is not really to my liking.”

He still keeps his straight face as he continues staring at him as Murasakibara awkwardly squirms under his gaze.

“Ne, Mido-chin, are you not gonna say anything?”

“Y-you…why?”

“Eh? ‘Coz I miss you, isn’t it enough?” The taller boy’s face is crestfallen as he tries to steady himself without breaking out in another tear. True, he is anticipating the day that they will see each other again but what he doesn’t know is that his body will be a traitor like this. He has so many words to say and yet, here he is, being rooted in his place, unable to speak what is meant to be spoken.

He rolls his fist into a ball and forcefully tightens it as he gazes at the boy opposite him and tries to speak. He really wishes that he can be like Murasakibara who doesn’t have any qualms speaking his mind in the most direct way.

“I-I..I’m speechless…I didn’t think you’d appear now.”

“Why wouldn’t I? It’s Valentines’ Day. It’s been too long since I celebrated it with you.” He pulls out something from his duffle bag and Shintaro just looks at him. Suddenly, a surprise is written all over his face as he sees a Kerosuke plushie holding a chocolate bar in between his chest. Murasakibara then slowly walks until he is in front of him, kneels and hands out the plushie as he is looking up to him.

“Happy Valentines’ Day, Mido-chin~”

He blushes as he tries to avoid looking at Murasakibara’s eyes but accepted the gift nonetheless.

“Y-You….”

Murasakibara just smiles sluggishly at him and says, “Don’t I even get a welcome kiss?”

“S-Shut up, you imbecile! How am I supposed to react when you caught me off guard?”

“Eh??? No need to react so excitedly. After all, Mido-chin is Mido-chin. And comes with being Mido-chin is being a tsundere.”

Slowly, he moves his left hand to reach for his face and suddenly pinches his cheek hard, thinking that it will wake him up from this dream. After all, this isn’t the first that he dreams of Murasakibara being here with him. When he feels the stinging pain, that is the only time when he finally wakes up from being rooted.

“I’m really not dreaming, you are really here.”

“…Yes?” He sees the confusion on Murasakibara’s face as Shintaro abruptly bends his head down and gives the taller boy a sweet kiss.

“I promise you, I will wait for you no matter how it takes. Happy Valentines’ Day, Atsushi.” He murmurs on his lips after the sweet kiss, not breaking any contact as Murasakaibara speaks.

“And so do I.”

Omake

The next day, Shintaro wakes up because he feels his whole body is numb. He opens his eyes only to see that Murasakibara has yet again, made him his human pillow as his long limbs and arms are encasing him. He smiles as he studies the sleeping face of his boyfriend. It’s been a while since I’ve seen this. He is still drooling in his sleep.

Slowly, he tries to unravel himself from his strong grip but it seems to be futile. He thanks the heavens that today is Saturday and that he doesn’t have any school. With a struggle, he tries to reach for his glasses on his nightstand using his right hand and puts it back on his face. He then hears his phone buzzes and reaches for it as well. He flips it open and reads Kise’s message but instantly wants to throw his phone away after. He replies to Kise angrily and puts back his phone on the nightstand and just decides to cuddle with his big plushie today and no one can stop Shintaro from doing that.

What is Kise’s message you ask?

To: Midorimachi (つ▀¯▀)つ

From:  Kise Ryouta

Subject: OMFG

Message: Midorimachiiiiii Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ Aominechi is here~ I heard from him that Murasakibarachi went straight to your condominium right after they got out of the airport…Aominechi surprised me as well~ σ(≧ε≦ｏ) Omg I am so happy! You should be happy as well! Let’s meet up for dinner tonight at the usual place? I won’t take no for an answer! See you both later at 7! (╯✧∇✧)╯

P.S. Did you get some good v-day sexy time? (ﾉ≧∀≦)ﾉ

To: Kise Ryouta

From:  Midorimachi (つ▀¯▀)つ

Re: Subject: WTF

Message: DIE, KISE

NOTE: AAAAAH OMG IT IS REALLY DONE! THANK YOU ALL <3