#akaashi x reader oneshot

[suplicyy]

You bringing him a bento for the first time!

Haikyuu boys x Gn!Reader

— Summary: How would he react to receiving a bento at school that you made especially for him.

— Characters: Yamaguchi, Kenma, Akaashi, Oikawa, Tendou.

— Tags/Genre: Gn!Reader | Fluff

— Idea by: @sarasversionworld

Yamaguchi Tadashi

He never thought he would receive something like this until he met you.

You always treat him with so much love and affection, that he even thought about the possibility of this happening one day, but he always thought he was dreaming too much.

But when you appeared at his desk holding a small box wrapped in a flowery cloth, he felt like he might pass out right there.

Yamaguchi is someone who is very insecure about himself, as he has not received attention from any person in a romantic way, so receiving something simple but as comforting as a homemade lunch means a lot to him.

"Huh!? This is for me...? T-Thank you very much!!"

You can be sure he was all flushed when he took the bento from your hands.

And if you have any doubts that he didn't like it, put it out of your mind immediately! Tsukishima will definitely complain to you the next day saying that Yamaguchi talked about your bento all day.

Kenma Kozume

We all know that Kenma is someone who eats very little, and it's no wonder he has the smallest appetite in the series.

You worry a lot about his diet and how it affects his well-being, and as he is a volleyball player, he needs to eat well to be in good shape for every game!

And to help him, you thought about making a complete bento for him at least once a week.

So when you walked towards him with a bento box in your hands, he didn't think it was for him and that it was your own bento, but those thoughts soon dissipated when you shyly handed him the box perfectly wrapped in a polka dot cloth.

Obsessed with technology, Kenma always has his cell phone or console in his hand while eating a meal.

Then It was an unexpected surprise to see him putting away his video game to eat the bento you made for him.

And if you give him a delicious slice of apple pie, he will definitely try to eat better to get the dessert.

Akaashi Keiji

As someone who has the habit of taking care of others around him, he was probably the one who gave you a bento earlier, so as a thank you, you decided to make one for him too.

Even if he never said it to you, it's quite noticeable how much he likes onigiris, seeing as he brought one to school almost every week.

And that was why the bento you prepared was full of onigiri of different flavors, as you weren't really sure which flavor was his favorite.

Akaashi would certainly be very grateful for the surprise, and he may be a little shy about the gift and sometimes doesn't show his emotions as much, but you've known him long enough to know that he loved the bento you prepared for him.

"Oh, that's for me?" He takes the bento from your hands, and when he opens it, he finds onigiris that you made yourself.

"Thank you, my love." He gives you a small smile, and when no one is looking, he plants a kiss on your cheek.

Also, don't be surprised if Bokuto appears out of nowhere and eats some of the onigiris you made for Akaashi, he usually eats his friends' snacks (and doesn't share when someone wants to eat his snack💀).

Oikawa Tooru

He has certainly received several bentos or snacks from his fans, and no matter how willingly he accepts each gift, he has never been so interested in it.

But his opinion is totally different when it comes to you, he appreciates every thing you do for him.

We all know he can be a little cheeky sometimes, so expect to get a comment from him bragging about himself.

"But of course you wouldn't resist the thought of spoiling me, I'm irresistible after all." says Tooru giving you a wink.

Just give him a serious look and he stops talking in the same second...😭

Oikawa will beg you to feed him, blatantly lying that his hand is hurting at that moment.

He'll be bragging to his third-year friends about how he has such an amazing partner and they don't, but not until Iwazumi threatens to throw him off a cliff.

Tendou Satori

Just like Yamaguchi, Tendou is someone who has never caught anyone's attention romantically, and is even excluded because of his different appearance than other people.

So when he receives a bento from someone he loves so much, he will definitely remember it forever.

Trust me, he'll have a passionate smile written on his face and with the brightest eyes while listening to you talk about how you prepared his favorite food.

He would probably first make some joke about the situation, to try to ease his own shyness, but later he will genuinely show his gratitude in every possible way.

Tendou loves being around you, so expect lots of hugs and little kisses during lunch, in addition to his lots of compliments for the bento you made.

The next day, he probably would surprise you with a dessert he made especially for you, like truffles, cookies or even cupcakes!

And please give him lots of compliments too!! This way, he will prepare something every week for you.🌷

— A/N: They had already sent me this idea a long time ago, and only now have I managed to have the creativity to write something about it.😭 Anyway, thank you very much for your help!! And I will certainly do that other idea of yours that you sent me!

[akirqx]

Princess treatment ʚ♡⃛ɞ

———

The type of men who just get so soft around you, they have a hard time telling you no.

They treat you with such gentle hands, as if you’d break if they didn’t. And would definitely do everything for you if it meant they could see that pretty smile of yours.

So when you asked them to carry you, they wouldn’t hesitate to say yes;

“Hey… you up?” You wake to your boyfriend’s face. He was standing next to the bed where you slept as he gently caressed your arm.

“hmm..” you groan at the thought of waking up so early, squinting your eyes as the bright light from the window engulfs the room.

“You asked me to wake you up early today, remember?” He couldn’t help but crack a small smile at your sleepy state, his voice ever so soft.

You rub your eyes in attempt to adjust to the brightness of the early morning, but the warmth of your boyfriend’s hands almost lulled you back to sleep.

“I made breakfast already” he spoke up again, slowly pulling the covers away from you.

You mentally curse yourself for deciding to be productive and ask your boyfriend to wake up early today to catch up on some work.

Feeling the covers being pulled away from you, you sigh as you sit up in the bed. You look up at him, almost melting at the way he looked at you with such love.

“Can you carry me…I’m too tired” you asked quietly, trying to snap out of your half-asleep state.

You weren’t expecting him to actually comply. It took you by surprise when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist and under your legs, you instinctively wrap an arm around the back of his neck. Before you know it, he was carrying you out of the room.

You almost immediately snap awake, admiring your boyfriend’s face as he carried you to the kitchen.

He put you down on a chair, your eyes glancing at the table to be met with your already prepared breakfast that smelled amazing.

He then leaned down to press a sweet kiss to your forehead. You turn your head to face him but before you could open your mouth to thank him—he plants another kiss to your lips.

“Enjoy, my love.”

———

╰► IWAIZUMI, Akaashi, + your favs!!

[merajsblog]

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akaashi keji was quiet. it wasn’t that he was too shy or scared to speak, he just would rather not talk. he liked observing. he was sat at the back of the classroom, nose in a manga. his nose scrunched a little and his eyebrows slowly rose into a confused look as he read. his hand was propped up on the desk supporting his head as his dark hair soaked up the sunlight. he occasionally pushed his glasses up.

as you found your seat, and placed your bag on the proper hook, as you turn to meet other classmates.

as you just observed him, he likes to observe you. quietly placing his manga down, his gaze flits over to you. his gaze is intimate and soft enough that you don’t feel like anyone is staring at you. he observes how you stand, where your hands are, your posture from behind. it was easy to watch you. he was entranced to say the least.

at the end of class, he had grown confident enough to say hello to you before heading to lunch. you were sat there, hands in your hair staring with your brows furrowed at the marked paper in front of you. this class had been exceptionally tough for you. math was hard to understand and even harder if you didn’t have a good teacher.

“hello y/n” akaashi would say politely, while walking by your desk. you looked up your brows furrowed, still thinking about the problem. you had a slight frown on your face too. as you looked up at him he could swear his heart skipped a beat.

“hi akaashi!” you said, smiling after a bit. “i’m sorry, i was just trying to figure this out before lunch but it seems like ill be stuck here a while…” you said giving a half laugh. you look back down, expecting him to walk away.

“well, for this part you just have to take the anti derivative of the derivative. you should be able to get your answer after that.” he said, squatting down next to your desk.

you were startled. this was the last thing you were expecting. you were determined to learn this, determination overcoming you. as he pointed and helped you through each step, you felt more confident.

“you’re a life saver akaashi keji.” you say making direct eye contact with him. you’re met with startled grey eyes, and his mouth slightly open in awe. he did love how you said his name.

“anytime y/n.” he said with a soft smile.

“did you get lunch already?! i’ll buy you bread and a milk i promise. you can pick from the vending machine!” you say triumphly. he snickers before shaking his head.

“you’re gonna need the brain food so i won’t take you up on that. thank you though.” he said softly. “we can head down to the cafeteria together if you’d like!” he said, stepping back and signaling the way ahead for you. you step out, and start walking ahead.

[luvingtsumu]

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 𖥔 ࣪˖ ( HAIKYUU BOYS X FEM!READER )

text from haikyuu boys when they’re jealous!

★ genre: neutral | content: jealous boys (miya atsumu, tsukishima kei, kageyama tobio, akaashi keiji), texts messages, established relationship, pet names.

★ author’s note: I’M BACK, I’M SORRY FOR BEING GONE FOR TOO LONG 😭😭 i got some requests and i’m gonna try to do them, thank you for all the support <3

💬 → TSUKISHIMA KEI

💬 → MIYA ATSUMU

💬 → AKAASHI KEIJI

💬 → KAGEYAMA TOBIO

[simeon-lovergirl]

Thinking about timeskip Akaashi

Manga editor Akaashi who is your boyfriend ever since high-school, you've been together for nearly nine years, and as you knew, he wanted to be in the literature department.

Well, after arranging some things with his boss, he managed to let him publish a small manga, and so his excitement extended to you.

It was weird for him to not tell you or show you much about this project that clearly excited him so much, but he brushed you off saying that he wanted it to be a surprise.

When the much expected day arrived, he came home with the just published edition of the magazine, quickly and excitedly setting up his camera to record your reaction, his nervousness making him smile and even shake a bit.

You found it cute, how your boyfriend was all excited to show you his newest project.

But you weren't expecting the short one-shot to be a romance manga, so, with a confused expression you glanced at Keiji, who is looking at you expectantly, encouraging you to keep reading.

And then the tears flow when you realise that he is asking you to marry him, when you turn at him he's already down in one knee, the fine and elegant black velvet box opened in his hand, showing the most beautiful golden ring you have ever seen in your life.

You obviously accept, and the manga gets so much attention it goes viral over the next few days because it's just so cute, and so well written and omg the way he draws you it's sooo beautiful?? So the people ask for more, they want to know your answer so you post the video of your reaction and after that they need more, so Keiji's boss offers him a contract to keep drawing his story and so your story becomes the best romance manga, best seller, meets and greets, plushies, IT EVEN BECOMES AN ANIME AND HAS A LIVE ACTION...

And after the manga is done, he keeps making one shots of little moments yall had/have

[hatsukeii]

fragrance: coffee break, replica / timeskip!akaashi keiji x barista!reader

notes: coffee (top), lavender (heart), milk mousse (base)

description: the first shot of espresso after a long shift, freshly dripped coffee from the brewer

disclaimer(s): a love or hate fragrance for many

wc: 2470

warning(s): mentions/depictions of puke and anxiety, overworking culture and capitalism LMFAO but no nsfw!! angsty akaashi is a corporate slave and reader is a free soul who just likes brewing coffee </3 gn reader too!!

Akaashi Keiji doesn't like coffee at all, especially not when the black liquid that pools in the abyss of a flimsy paper cup on his desk is only a means to stay awake, to keep editing. But if anything, the instant coffee stand in his office is a necessity to keep him alive these days. He stares at his monitor, and his phone goes off in clicks and whirs just as it has for the past seven hours; messages from Koutaro, who has just won his qualifiers with MSBY, the qualifiers that Keiji wanted so badly to be at. He glances at the time that blinks at the corner of the screen.

22:45:01

Just another fifteen minutes, he thinks. Just another fifteen minutes until he can finally flick the lights off and lock himself out of this hell for the next two days. His eyelids grow heavier by the second as his fingers click impossibly quickly at his keyboard, regurgitating words on a blank canvas the way he throws up black coffee into the toilet every night. Despite that, his hand reaches for the paper cup that sits on his coaster, a pandora's box of putrid bitterness waiting to be consumed. After all, the vile, soured sensation of puke flushing out from his esophagus is infinitely more enjoyable than falling asleep at his desk and being berated by his dickhead of a boss again. He flips the swampy black liquid into his mouth, wincing at the tartness that claws lines down his throat all the way to his stomach.

Surely enough, right as the numbers at the corner of his monitor blink into 23:00:00, Akaashi Keiji is already frantically shoving his documents into his messenger bag, inevitably folding them in the wrong spots as he haphazardly slips them through the free cracks amongst his laptop and other miscellanous items. He flicks the lights off and sprints out the door, missing the key hole twice before finally managing to lock the office up properly, and makes a run for the bathroom, where he kneels in front of an empty urinal, and throws up everything he’s consumed in the past six hours. This consists of a single cream cheese bagel from the office fridge, and five cups worth of pure instant coffee.

The streetlights buzz above Keiji's head, moths feeding into their brightness as they dance around a ghastly tungsten glow. The walk home is tiring. He is so very tired. His guts have been emptied out in an office bathroom and the buzzing of the streetlight makes him want to crawl up its post and shatter it to shards, taking the moths down with it. Walls of glass on both sides line the night streets, mannequins staring him down as he slumps and turns the corner to his own.

Warmth.

The corner he has just turned heats him up like a fireplace does when the wind howls and screams at his windows, and he turns to the warm glow of a usually unnoticed cornerstore. It's fifteen past eleven, yet one person resides behind the counter. The sign at the door is flipped to ‘closed’, and Keiji can do nothing but stand at the entrance, watching you meticulously swirl steaming water into filter paper. He turns away in embarrassment when you look up at him, and place the long-spouted kettle in your hand down. He steps away from the corner as you swing open the door, the bell jingling in a merrier fashion than the droning streetlights.

"Are you good? You look a bit pale."

He turns back, and your body is halfway out the door. He doesn't say a word, yet his feet move towards the store unconsciously, and he doesn't realise it until his body is lined up with the doorframe.

"Do you, by any chance, have any food? I can pay."

Keiji sits at the coffee bar, where your steaming kettle sits amongst a plethora of brewing tools. Brown liquid falls into a roundbottomed flask drop by drop, tantalisingly slow. You flick on the television behind him, and the unmistakeable sound of leather against hardwood rings loud from the speakers as you reach into the fridge behind, searching for anything edible.

"You allergic to anything?"

"No, anything's good. Thanks."

Grabbing a leftover croissant, you throw it in the microwave, pressing carelessly at the buttons until the little glass dish begins to spin and whir. Facing the counter again, fingers return to the handle of the kettle as you continue swirling steaming water into coffee grounds on filter paper. Keiji's eyes are trained to the television, the reflection of a volleyball on the screen following the motion of his eyes.

"Volleyball fan too?"

"Yeah, my best friend plays on that team. Black Jackals."

Your eyebrows raise, still trained on the brewing batch of drip coffee. One circle, two circles, and down. You're not sure why your peculiar visitor is here instead of in the stands, but the bags beneath his eyes and his ghastly figure at your door are enough to give you a clue. You set the kettle down again, and the coffee begins to drip faster with the addition of water.

"Oh, really! Which player?"

"Kou- Bokuto. Bokuto Koutaro."

"That's cool, he's my favourite player. Got his jersey sitting somewhere at home."

The microwave beeps, and you reach for a ceramic plate, sliding the crispy croissant onto it and handing it to Keiji. He reaches for it hesitantly, the crust crunching beneath his fingers as layers of flaky pastry steam and fold against each other, before taking a bite. Buttery soft layers of bread, warm flakes dancing on his tongue, a hint of salt between each sheet of croissant pastry. His face stretches into a barely noticeable, but satiated smile as he chews. For the first time this week, Akaashi Keiji swears he is in heaven.

"This...this is a really fuckin' good croissant." He chuckles out with his mouth stuffed, a rare occasion given his usual schedule of throwing up, then going to bed. You wink at him, clicking your tongue proudly.

"In-house favourite, took me months to get right. I'm glad it's good."

Keiji pushes his glasses up with his knuckles, glancing back at the television. Koutaro graces the screen now, piercing golden eyes wide with enthusiasm. His voice rings through the speakers.

"I'm dedicating this win to my best friend! He was supposed to be here, but he must've been busy, so he couldn't make it. But that's okay! I know he's watching me back home, right, Keiji?"

He wants to cry, his mouth still stuffed with your croissant. His Adam's apple shifts ever so slightly, and you take notice of his neck tensing. The whites of your visitor's eyes are more red than anything, the bridge of his glasses sliding down when his nose scrunches at Bokuto's words. You eye the croissant on his plate, half-eaten in the two minutes it's been out of the microwave for.

"Would you like some coffee? Freshly brewed, new recipe."

Akaashi Keiji doesn't like coffee at all. Yet as he turns around to meet your eyes, lips pursed in guilt, he thinks that maybe, just maybe, it might be what he wants right now. You swirl water into the coffee grounds again, brown liquid dripping into the flask alluringly.

"Are you sure? It looks like it's taken a while to collect."

"You'd be doing me a favour by telling me if it tastes like shit."

You wait for the droplets to cease, before swirling the flask once, twice. Brown coffee trickles into a white mug as you hand it to your visitor, who takes it timidly with both hands cupping its warmth. Notes of lavender and almonds peek from the cover of coffee, flushing his sinuses clean from the biting acidity of the instant coffee he's become so accustomed to.

"Sorry in advance if I end up puking this out. It happens with instant coffee, and it's not going to be because of the taste, I promise."

You shoot your visitor a questionable look, and he grimaces in shame.

"You must be drinking a lot of shitty coffee, with too little water. Could be acid reflux. This should be much better, but let me know if you need anything."

Keiji does not down the coffee in one go this time. Instead, he takes such small sips from the mug, that he may as well be taking kitten licks at the liquid. It slides past his tongue and into his throat, smooth as silk. Hints of vanilla fill his tastebuds, offsetting the innate bitterness of caffeine, and for once coffee does what it's meant to. He feels alive again.

"This is incredible. I think I can actually hold this in my stomach."

"Coffee shouldn't make you worry about keeping it in your stomach, so I'm glad."

He smiles, a real one now, taking in another sip. His bag hangs from the wooden frame of the chair, papers still crumpled between laptops and binders and files. He watches you swirl water into the filter paper again, and wonders how long you might be willing to keep him here for. The street is desolate, spare for the leaves that flutter in the midnight breeze. He would like to stay in this seat forever.

"So, why aren't you in the stands? Bokuto was clearly looking for you."

He freezes, initially unsure how you've figured him out, before recalling his declaration of comraderie with Koutaro upon the flick of a television remote to the volleyball match. The mug of coffee is half empty when Keiji places it down on the counter, and he rubs his face in his hands. His nails are short, evidently chewed on, and you catch onto the way his thumbs instinctively massage against the fleshy cushions at the bottom of his palms, and the centre of his inner wrists.

"Office work, manga editing is no joke."

"Yeah, I can tell, you've worked yourself into anxiety and carpal tunnel."

"Must be nice brewing coffee without a dickhead boss on your back for everything."

You grin sadly, because he's right. You've seen it on the faces of every visitor, tired eyes searching for hope on laptop screens, teeth gnawing at peeling lips at seven in the morning for no particular reason, restless feet bouncing on the floor as they wait for their coffee, and almost burn themselves trying to finish it in one go, before rushing out the door without so much of a thank you. Your midnight visitor is no different than the rest, other than the fact that he displays genuine human emotion, and is willing to slowly enjoy your five hour brew.

"Yeah, it's the least I can do for everyone who comes here. Fix them a good cup. They're tired enough as is."

Keiji chokes up at your words. The past year of manga editing has graced him with screaming seniors, hours upon hours of overtime, throwing up food and drink every night until all he has the guts to eat are microwaved frozen bagels. His throat closes up, Adam's apple swallowing thickly. Shoulders begin to tremble, and you place a hand on the side of his bicep, rubbing it soothingly over the counter. His sobs fill up the shop, drowning out the television as he rubs at his face even harder, wiping his tears with his jacket. In one night, you have shown him more care than anyone else has in the past year combined, and all you've done is microwave him a leftover croissant and fix him a mug of real coffee.

"S-sorry, 's been a shitty week."

"You're okay, you're fine. Let it out, as much as you need."

And for just a moment in his bleak existence, the sterile white lights of the office become a lamplit cafe, hidden in the corner of his street. The stench of air freshener is swapped out for vanilla, and coffee, and lavender, and all that is right. For just tonight, Akaashi Keiji, who doesn't like coffee at all, thinks that he might actually be able to enjoy it, as long as it's from you, and only you.

author's note:

bet you didn't expect this series to get angsty!! i really wanted to write a coffee shop romance, but i also wanted to get a little ambiguous, like a sorta fateful meeting, and i thought this would work!! the idea of throwing up coffee makes me want to cry because i love coffee so much i could not imagine my life without it icl

hope you guys enjoyed this though! it's not as romantic as the other ones i've done on the cologne series, but it's a change in pace that im looking to achieve!! might be the most gentle piece i've written for this series in terms of atmosphere as well :333

anyways tags!!

@chuuya-brainrot @starlysama @catsoupki @fiannee @afyrian @bailey-reeds @iiwaijime

ok love u guys see u in the next one bye bye

[sirhamburrger]

when in rome… (kageyama x gn!reader)

you reunite with tobio after almost half a year of long distance. you both find not a thing has changed since he left for italy. part two here || wc: 442 || cw: none, just fluff and tobio being a sweetheart || dividers by @cafekitsune

“tobio!”

you practically leap into his arms, nuzzling your face into his neck, and tobio is reminded of what it means to have you close to him, after not having seen you in person for about five months now. long-distance is hard, but you've managed to make it work. 

without jostling you too much, he places a hand on your suitcase's handle to make sure it doesn't roll away. 

“it's good to see you, too,” he mumbles into your hair, smiling softly.

“have you been waiting long? the flight was delayed, after all, and i didn't get a chance to tell you...”

“no.” (he's been waiting here for the past two hours, but you definitely don't need to know that.) “not too long.”

the taxi ride to his apartment in downtown rome is mostly quiet, with the two of you silently basking in each other's much-yearned company.

“so,” tobio asks. “what do you want to go see first? the colosseum, or the spanish steps, or-?”

“wait,” you interrupt, brows furrowed. “i came here to see you, not all those tourist attractions. i probably shouldn't waste your time, since you've already been to them all-”

“i haven't, actually-”

“really? why's that?” your expression is curious now, as you rest your head on his shoulder. “you've been here almost half a year already and you haven't visited any of these places yet?”

“uh, well…” 

tobio racks his brain for a memory that feels almost ages ago - 

“my new teammates offered to show my around the city the day i first touched down. i said no.”

“oh.” a beat passes in silence. “was there any particular reason?”

hm. he can’t really say why either.

“i guess i just… couldn't imagine going to see them without you,” he says honestly. 

he can't really find a better way to describe it, but you're someone he could never live without. you were there on all his bad days back when he was playing for the adlers - days when he was off his game, the occasional snarky comment from his jealous senior teammates - you were there for all of it. you were there for him. 

so of course he'd never really go anywhere if he didn't have you by his side.

“awww, tobio…”

(this is when he realises he's said all of this aloud.)

you kiss him softly in the backseat of that city taxi, and it feels just like he's eighteen again, fresh out of high school and on his first date with you - at some fancy restaurant in downtown sendai. he thinks it might've been an italian place, actually…

funny how some things just come full circle.

a/n: chappell roan is on rn as i’m formatting this

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How Would Haikyuu Men Dress Up For Your Date (IMO)

Oikawa Tooru:

aliens all the way >

Iwaizumi Hajime:

husband material >

Kuroo Tetsuroo:

bad boy vibe >

Kageyama Tobio:

introvert street wear >

Kenma Kozume:

comfy >

Nishinoya Yū:

Baggy all the way >

Bokuto Koutarou:

gotta flex'em broad shoulders >

Akaashi Keiji:

the elegance 🤌🏻 >

Sugawara Koushi:

softie uwu >

[kyokikikie]

Fangirl

-> Akaashi Keiji x Reader

in which Y/n's energetic senior introduced her to a pretty setter to be his friend. ( but she's secretly a fangirl of that setter?!)

masterlist!(⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

(a follow is very much appreciated 💙)

-> Akaashi Keiji wasn’t a sociable person. The only friends he had were his volleyball club members. Bokuto being the great friend he is, got worried for Keiji knowing that after he graduates, he would have no one to hang out with.

"I care about 'cha, Akaashi." The usually energetic ace rested his arms on the frame of the corridor window before turning back to his friend. "I mean it."

"Bokuto-san, I'll be fine. Besides, it's only one more year." Akaashi replied in his usual mundane tone.

Not wanting to give in, Bokuto swung his arm around his friend's shoulder. "Still, I don't feel easy..." The gray-haired senior thought for a moment then exclaimed, "One week! I'll find someone in one week! And if I don’t, I’ll take your word and accept the fact that you’re gonna be fine.”

So there he was, standing outside two classrooms away from his own. Akaashi sighed, “Bokuto-san, i hope you really didn’t gaslight anyone this time.”

“Hey! What kind of person do you think i am?!” Bokuto frowned, “plus, i really did find someone!” His gloomy expression turned cheerful in an instant. “Oh really?” Akaashi slurred his words sarcastically. It was hard to find someone who can actually handle Bokuto’s mood swings as good as him. “Stay here, Akaashi.” With that, the gray-haired senior entered the classroom with his usually greeting.

“HEY! HEY! HEY! Y/n-chan!” Were the only few words Akaashi could make it from their conversation. He leaned his back on the window glass and tilted his head up. Yet another exhausting sigh was let out from his lips. He had a perfect balance between schoolwork, training and sleep, so why does he feel so uncomfortable?

Just then, Akaashi heard a crowd of girls squealing. The setter had forced himself not to look towards their direction, knowing that it wasn’t his problem.

He lied

A brunette with two pigtails stepped forward from the crowd, the other girls cheering her on. She stopped in front of Akaashi, her eyes nervously shifted to the floor, “Akaashi, these are for you!” Her hands stretched out, shoving a bag of cookies and a letter which was all too familiar to him. “Please take it!” Akaashi felt a lump in his throat. He wanted to say ‘no thanks’ but the image of the girl bursting to tears made him flash a smile and muttered a thanks.

The brunette rushed back to the crowd of girls who showered her with questions.

“Akaashi’s really kind, right?”

“What did he say? What did he smell like?”

Slowly, they strolled away from Akaashi’s view. He hated the attention. He hated how guys from other classes would shoot daggers at him whenever he tried to interact with them. If Akaashi had been less noticeable, would he have no problem making friends of his own?

His thoughts were cut off when Bokuto came out of the classroom dragging a h/c-haired girl by her arm, “Akaashi, meet Y/n! Y/n, meet Akaashi!” He flashed a radiant smile. “Hope the both of you would get along yeah?” Y/n and Akaashi exchanged greetings and followed Bokuto around the school.

Akaashi couldn’t help but take small glances at her the whole time Bokuto was explaining things to her. He wondered if she was just like the group of girls earlier, a fangirl of his.

Could they ever be friends?

It wasn't until Bokuto left the pair to chat with his other friends for them to talk to each other. "Bokuto-senpai really is an extrovert, huh." The h/c-haired girl chuckled while the raven-haired boy simply nodded in response.

Her smile was just as bright as Bokuto's yet not noticeable by many. Her e/c eyes met his deep blue ones. They stared at each other till Y/n broke the silence, "So, you're in the volleyball club?"

Akaashi nodded

"what position?"

"setter."

"is it fun?"

"more or less."

Y/n shoots more simple questions which were quickly answered by short boring answers. "You know, Bokuto was actually my first friend in high school. I think it was... first-year? he came up to me when I was checking out the clubs." she reminisced, the corner of her lips curled upwards. "He wouldn't stop bugging me to join the boys volleyball team as thier manager. I was scared shitless by him and went to join the journalism club instead."

Akaashi's mouth formed and 'o'. he didn't know what to say. Y/n darted her eyes out the window, then turned back to look at him, "So for Bokuto's sake, I'm willing to open myself up to meet new people."

The raven-haired boy widened his eyes. After all, Bokuto really did look out for him — in one way or another.

"Hello, I'm Akaashi Keiji. Nice to meet you." Akaashi reintroduced himself, stretching his hand out.

Y/n flitched at the sudden warm gesture, her eyes softened. "L/n Y/n, likewise." her hand grasped his with bright smile plastered across her face as she shook it gently.

just like that, the school year ended.

Groups of students entered the classroom with their friends, laughers and chatters quickly filled their surroundings as they catch up with one another after the school break. It was finally Akaashi’s third-year in high school. Seeing the big smiles on everyone’s face, he sighed. Bokuto had graduated, leaving him alone at campus.

There was no one to talk to. No one to share his concerns for anymore. Akaashi had to admit, it was pretty boring without his loud, energetic, and cheerful senior to bug him around.

The raven-haired boy admired the view outside the classroom window. Just then, the image of the h/c-haired girl flashed across his eyes. It has been weeks? Months? Since Akaashi saw her. Yet her smile was still as radiant as the sun in his mind. Akaashi shook his head, there was no way Y/n would—

He was seconds away from finishing his thoughts when a girl stood in front of the classroom’s back door, panting. “Akaashi!” Y/n screamed at the top of her lungs.

His rounded eyes met hers

“Come on, lets each lunch together!” Swiftly, she grabbed his arm and dragged him out of his classroom. Students in the hallway were surprised by the new duo in sight.

Especially Y/n.

“Isn’t that Akaashi?”

“Huhhhh who’s that beside him?”

Despite that murmurs around them, Y/n continued to drag Akaashi down to the vending machine.

Akaashi cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. He finally asked, “What are you doing?”

The h/c-haired girl simply chuckled, “What do you think I’m doing?” Before Akaashi could respond to that rhetorical question, she continued, “I’m hanging out with a friend, duh!”

Hearing that response, Akaashi couldn’t help but frown. Her words ran through his mind for a moment.

“Friend.” She said.

And for once, there was a genuine smile on Akaashi’s face.

And for once, it wasn’t Bokuto or volleyball that made him feel that way.

“Don’t mind, don’t mind!” One of Fukurodani’s middle blocker assured the team.

They were having a practice match with a nearby school that wasn't as strong as Fukurodani, yet they were leading by 4 points.

“Hey Akaashi! get your head in the game!” Another second-year middle blocker called out.

Akaashi was trying to.

He was trying to block out the squeaky squeals from the group of girls above them. They were holding cutouts of words that said ‘Akaashi you can do it!’ And ‘Akaashi we love you!’ The cutouts weren’t an issue, but the screams they’d make whenever Akaashi was about to set the ball made him want to tear the whole place up.

And just like that, Fukurodani — a powerhouse school, had lost to a mere neighborhood school.

The blue-eyed setter left the school grounds in a hurry. He had promised his friend, Y/n, to walk home together but she was nowhere to be found.

Did she leave already? Did i take too long?

Akaashi didn’t know why there was a sharp pain in his heart.

Feeling dejected, he began his way to the bus stop. Usually he would head the opposite direction with the h/c-haired girl, walking her home almost everyday. Just as he was about to cross the street, Akaashi saw a familiar figure heading towards the convince store in front of him. It looked just like her.

The figure then looked out the glass wall, making eye contact with him. Her eyes widened and ran out of the building, “Akaashi!” She exclaimed, waving both her hands in the air. “I thought you went home already!” The blinking green man appeared on the pedestrian light, the setter let out a sigh of relief and smiled before crossing. He didn’t know why his cheeks turned red, It must’ve been the cold air right?

“Did you just got dismissed?”

“Yes, coach gave us an earful.” Akaashi lied. It wasn’t ‘us’ it was just him, His coach could tell that he was distracted the whole game by the way he would mess up his sets and serves. Y/n pulled him by the sleeves of his team jacket and went back into the convenience store. “It’s a pity that you lost… buy anything you want, my treat!”

After multiple insisting, they both sat down on the eating area with a cup of spicy instant noodles each. After one big slurp, Y/n hastily opened her bang and pulled out her wallet to buy herself a drink. Unknowingly, she had left her bag wide open.

As Y/n was choosing her drink, Akaashi couldn’t help but notice the bright pink words written on a piece of cardboard. It was way too familiar to him.

‘Akaashi we love you!’ It said.

He frowned. What was this doing inside her bag?

At first, Akaashi refused to believe it. He refused to believe that his closest friend would scream and kick her feet every time he interacts with her. Y/n knows how badly he hated his fangirls, so much till he wished that he could just be invisible. So why? Out of everyone, why must she be the one to have that pink sign that waves above him whenever he plays volleyball?

He didn’t know what to feel.

Betrayed? Sad? Furious?

Akaashi placed his pair of chopsticks down and stared into the horizon, eyes narrowing as a train of thoughts ran through his mind. Not long after, the said girl returned with a bottle of cola and the boy simply acted like nothing had happened.

“I didn’t expect it to be THIS spicy, you get what I’m saying?” She told him, eyes still on her red flaming noodles. Akaashi hummed in response, eyes glued to her instead of his own cup of noodles.

He observed each and every one of her actions. He was surprised as he found them… cute? But at the same time confused.

It was the same Y/n that he knew. Not some squealing girl asking him to accept chocolates.

ᯓᡣ𐭩

The pair slowly made their way to the bus stop, walking side by side. Y/n’s lips were swollen red due to the noodles that she ate. Akaashi wanted to break the silence but there was a lump in his throat, making him unable to do so.

The sky cackled and turned deep blue. It started with a light drizzle that soon turned into a downpour. The two quickly ran to the nearest shelter.

“Did you bring an umbrella?” Y/n asked as she stretched her right hand to feel the rain water.

The blue-eyed boy hesitated before shaking his head.

He didn’t know why. He clearly had one that was big enough for both of them if they squeezed together. So why did he lie?

Without questioning, the girl smiled and stepped away from the shelter. Her hair and clothes were soon drenched within minutes. She simply couldn’t care less. There were puddles all over the floor as she spun around them, soaking her shoes and socks in the process. Akaashi’s lips curled up. He thought she looked pretty. Doesn't everyone think their friend is pretty?

“Y/n, your books will get wet.” Akaashi called out, his voice muffled by the sound of rain droplets hitting the ground.

Y/n seemed to get the hint and ran back to him, water dripping from her whole body. ”My bag’s waterproof, it should be fine! Come join me Akaashi, it’s fun!” As soon as those words left her mouth, the clouds above began to part and the rain eased off.

“Oh- Nevermind then…” the h/c-girl started to squeeze her uniform dry, “Let’s go, It’s starting to get late.” With that, Y/n and Akaashi returned to how they were before the rain had started. Side by side, they reached the bus stop.

Like always, Y/n started a conversation with the boy sitting beside her. She expected his replies to be as monotone as usual. However, Akaashi had asked a question in return. It was a first.

Before Y/n could answer his attempt to continue the conversation, her bus came. Y/n stood up and bid Akaashi goodbye.

When she was about to board the bus, she had a sudden feeling of warmth draped across her shoulders. It was the Fukurodani volleyball team jacket. Her cheeks went red with embarrassment as she turned to Akaashi. “T-Thank you..” She stuttered and rushed into the back of the bus.

The bus door shuts and the engine whirred. Akaashi’s eyes soften as he thought about her smile. His eyes were still glued on the moving bus.

He didn’t know what he was feeling.

But what he did know, for the first time ever, he was glad to have girls fawning over him if it meant that she was one of them.

(💙 word count: 2313 words.)

(💙 a follow is very much appreciated)

[aboutkiyoomi]

onigiri cravings | osamu m.

who knew i could crave people more than onigiri...

timeskip!osamu x f!reader

warnings: language, mature-ish themes, EXTREEMMMEEE pining, loser osamu miya, stupid silly love story, a little bit of forced proximity, oblivious reader (like almost completely blind), slow burn ! a tad bit of angst/ hurt, a bit of akaashi x reader moments.

specific cw are at the beginning of every chapter !

extras: soundtrack , yn's vibes ⚕️, samu's vibes ❦

notes: i wanted to do a gen fic so bad along with my smau so that i have consistent breaks from both and i can adapt a posting schedule ! i LOVEEE this plot, like i love this fic. i hope u all love it 😚😚😚! - milani

taglist open! comments, asks and message me to be included.

[m. list]

prelude

001. when life gives you lemons

002. apple of my pie

003. bittersweet chocolate chunk

004. love at first bite

005. lost in the sauce

006. cryin over spoiled milk

007. full plate

008. sweet like suga'

009. have my cake and eat it too

010. sour grapes

011. half-baked

012. peas in a pod

013. put your eggs in my basket

014. bleh, gross

015. so, my cup of tea

016. cherry picking

017. sweet aftertastes

018. the peanut butter to my bananas

019. hot n spicy

020. my biggest craving yet

[suplicyy]

What kind of aesthetic do you think the characters go for? Like what aesthetic would they be attracted to in a partner, purely based on vibes. You can answer this sinply as an ask, or create hcs out of it, completely up to you :-)

Type of "aesthetics" that Haikyuu boys would like in a partner

— Summary: Vibes/aesthetics that the characters would like in a partner, whether due to clothes, personality, tastes, etc.

— Multiple characters!!

— Fluff | Gn!Reader

ᡴꪫ₊˚⊹. 》 He would certainly fall in love instantly with someone very lively, extroverted and playful, someone who shared his same chaotic personality, joining in on his crazy ideas. His ideal type of date would definitely be busier places, such as amusement parks, arcades, festivals, etc.

Someone who wasn't afraid to express themselves in with vibrant colors, even if it makes you the center of attention. The most important thing is that you can wear clothes and accessories that express your personality and lifestyle!

— hinata, nishinoya, inuoka, lev, goshiki, koganegawa, bokuto.

ᡴꪫ₊˚⊹. 》 Someone shyer, cute, almost as if they just came out of a shoujo anime, certainly catches his attention. A person who has a loving personality, and who cares about him, makes his heart skip a beat.

Many of your dates would be something simpler, like a picnic or a day watching movies at home, but these are the moments when you create the sweetest memories. <3

— sugawara, kageyama, kenma, tendou, osamu, aone, oikawa.

ᡴꪫ₊˚⊹. 》 Someone who has a unique style and way of thinking, in a perfect balance between chaos and tranquility. One moment you would perhaps be at a show, and the next you would be walking through the deserted streets at dawn, uncovering the secrets that the dawn hides in the shadows.

A person who was bold, both in personality and in the way of dressing and expressing themselves, but who gave off a strange feeling of comfort.

— iwaizumi, kyoutani, semi, atsumu, suna, kuroo, taketora.

ᡴꪫ₊˚⊹. 》 He are looking for someone who is mature and responsible, and who has a calm personality, but don't forget to remind him every day and in every possible way that you love him. Be it song lyrics, quotes in books, and even drawings, you would always find a new way to make him rosy-cheeked.

Whether in a coffee shop, library or museum, he would always feel calm and comfortable with your presence, because just you being by his side was enough for him.

— asahi, daichi, tsukishima, ushijima, shirabu, kita, akaashi.

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦

— A/N: I'm sorry if that wasn't exactly what you wanted, this "aesthetics" thing I don't really understand because it's a very vague concept, so I tried my best to write something that could include everyone who is reading!!

Besides, this is my first time writing in this type of style, so I'm sorry again if it's not good💔 And if a character you like isn't here, you're free to imagine which one of these he would fit into!

[akirqx]

It was around seven pm when he walked you home from your first date as an official couple. A calm breeze settling in as the sun already set.

Your neighbourhood was quiet and peaceful. He listened to your sweet voice talk, occasionally adding to the conversation as his hand gently holds onto yours.

He had taken you out to eat at this new restaurant that had opened up near your house. It was a fancy place, he chose it because he knows you love to dress up.

The night went extremely well, to be honest, you were a little sad you were on your way home.

“So, what did you think of the restaurant?” He turned his head to look at you, his steps coming to a stop as you both stood in front of your house.

“It was great! Food was delicious” you smiled and gave his hand a small squeeze.

“Good. I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He returned the smile, bringing his other hand up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear and then gently cup your face.

You knew he wanted to kiss you, and you wanted to kiss him too.. but you were a little nervous, considering it would be your first kiss.

“Sorry…I’m nervous—“ you awkwardly chuckle, feeling bad that you had slightly pulled away.

But your boyfriend didn’t seem hurt or offended by the action. Instead, he reassured you by gently caressing your cheek with his thumb. A light blush spread across his cheeks, but you probably didn’t notice because it was dark out.

He took your hand that was previously intertwined with his and guided it to his chest; his heart. You felt it, the rapid thumping.

“I’m nervous too, it’s okay.” And there it was. The gentle look he always has when he looks at you. His lips curved up into a small smile. And you do, in fact, notice the small blush that crept up his cheeks.

The look itself only urged you to kiss him. And that’s exactly what you did. Bringing your other hand up to the back of his head as you pulled him in.

The kiss was nothing short of sweet and romantic. The quiet atmosphere only making it feel like the world stopped while you kissed your boyfriend.

Yes your boyfriend. He was yours. You couldn’t believe it.

And it comforted you to know that he wanted you to be his just as much. You felt his heartbeat speed up even faster than it was before, and you could only imagine yours was beating just as fast.

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╰► IWAIZUMI, akaashi, SUGAWARA, kuroo??, sakusa (please hear me out.) + your favs!!

uhhh the rest is up to ur imagination I didnt know how to end this..

(Was this probably really cheesy? Yes. Do I care? No :3)

Another work I wrote at 2 am!! I guess that’s when I get my inspiration 😭…I don’t think I’ve ever written during the day…but I hope you guys like it :)

[sunflower-author]

HI i've been obsessed with akaashi atm so could you do yandere akaashi

he'd be such a sneaky yandere since he's so observant and memorises your little mannerisms and personality. he knows just what to say to you and other people as well to get you all to himself

anyway idm what you do, have fun with it!! hope you have a good day <33

SORRY IK IT IS SUPER LATE, AND I TRULY WANTED TO DO THIS!!

ALSO I WAS RAMBLING A LOT BUT HOPE YOU LIKE IT;)

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      It's a Friday and school just ended, you go to the usual spot to meet Akaashi before he has to practice. A bench under the tree, on the opposite side of the gym, giving you guys time to talk, before making it to the gym.

After some time you see Akaashi turn the corner, from sitting on the bench you stand up to greet him. Smiling as you make your way toward him. 

"There you are, I was wondering if you ever were gonna come," you say jokingly.

"Sorry, that was my bad I was caught up with some schoolwork," Akaashi says. In reality, he was writing in his notebook about you. He has a notebook, where he keeps specific tabs about you. Your likes and dislikes, also including plans about what he would want in the future, plans like...

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"Y/N, I was wondering if after practice today, would you want to come over to my house to study?" Akaashi says walking.

"Sure, our AP test is coming up, and I'll be lucky if I get 3/5," you say shyly, following after him. (Headcanon that Akaashi takes AP classes) *ALSO I SWEAR I'M GONNA FAIL THAT TEST!!!*

"No comment," Akaashi says as he continues to walk.

"Hey why'd you say that?" you ask, confused and a bit offended.

"Well.. what did you think I would say?" Akaashi asks curious.

"I don't know, just not that, maybe something encouraging at least," you say, trying to defend yourself.

"If I say something encouraging either one, you would hype yourself up thinking your gonna do well,  then do just below that, and get all sad and guilty," 

"When have I ever done anything like that?" you ask not believing that you would do anything like that.

 "Remember your Biology finial, you said that you wanted to get at least a 90, I said how you've been studying so your gonna do amazing, but then you got 89. You ended up with a B for that class, you stayed in you room a whole week during summer, all depressed."

"It dropped my perfect GPA," you say defending yourself.

"Or two, you would study all the time till you only do well on that one test and forget about the rest, before you say anything, midterms... Your lucky it was only midterms."

"That only happened once," In your defense you learned never to try that again.

Rolling his eyes he finally says "Or three, if I encourage you right now, you might not take studying seriously and think you can just wing the test, and therefore end up failing."

"Oh yeah.. I do that one a lot don't I," you say embarrassed.

"You have been improvising a lot more than you usually have, now that I think about it, is something wrong?" Akaashi asks concerned.

"Oh.. you've noticed that?" you ask as you stopped walking, looking down ashamed. " I admit that I have not been studying as much as before... I just feel like I'm burning out... or maybe I am burnt out..." 

Akaashi going right in front of you, he just pats your head, it may seem small, but it is your favorite form of affection from him. 

"You know it is normal to be burnt out, the important and most hardest part is overcoming it. I'm always free when you need me. If you want I'll skip practice today, we can just go straight to my house," Akaashi offers.

"That's very sweet of you Keji, but the volleyball team really needs you. You're the only one who can handle Bokuto, and I can't imagine how sad Bokuto would be when he finds out you're not there today." You reassure him.

"You know I care about you, more than I care about volleyball and Bokuto, just say the word and we can go to my house," Akaashi says, persisting.

"Keji, pretty soon is the Spring Nationals, you need to prepare, I'll meet you after your practice," you say as you start to part ways.

Unexpectedly Akaashi follows you grabbing you hand softly.

"Where are you going," he asks. Normally you would wait for him in the gym's girls locker rooms, till his practice is over, since there was air condition inside.

"I thought that today.. I would go stay in class and wait for you, maybe study a bit before.. so that you don't need to catch me up on anything, then we can study faster tonight," you said.

"What are you hiding?" he ask.

"I'm not hiding anything," you said defending yourself.

"You're avoiding eye contact with me, you keep scratching your neck, and your more defensives than normal, I can tell when you are trying to hide something Y/N," he said. After a few more moments of silence you finally confessed.

"Alright fine... one of my friends invited me to join track practice today, I know you don't want to join any sports, but it was just a practice, I'm not going to join," you said admittingly.

"Was that all you were trying to hide?" Akaashi asks, acting surprised. "I'm sorry if you felt like that was something you had to hide from me," his words so soothing, hiding the venom within.

"It was just because whenever I tell you about a club I was going to join you would always turn the idea down, or convince me not to do the club," 

"That is not true-"

"Soft tennis, kyudo, archery, ice skating, and now track and field," you cut him off, apparently Akaashi was not the only one that was keeping tabs on their partner.

"I just don't want you getting hurt, and plus who knows...  what if you get too involved in the sport and fall behind in school, also when you compete would you be willing to do it, all eyes would be on you, I know you get anxious in a crowd, and when you compete your coach, teammates, friends would all be counting on you," Akaashi explains.

"Yeah your right," you say, realizing that you shouldn't have thought about ever joining a sport, there would be no way you would be able to handle the stress and pressure. 

"I just thought I would be cool to have a sport since your in volleyball, I didn't want you to think I was lazy or something," you say timid.

"I would never think that about you, I know how much you study, how much you help your family around the house, I would never think of you as lazy," He says commending. "But just out of curiosity what type of event would you have picked if you were to do track and field?" he ask.

"It would be pole vault," you say. Hearing those words Akaashi was so glad to have convinced you not to. 

Pole vaulter's have upper body strength, and in the emergency of him kidnapping you, with you having some upper body strength it would just be irritating. He would win though. 

"Pole vault?" he asks, hesitantly.

"Is there a problem?" you ask curiously.

"It is just that pole vaulting is one of the most hardest events, and you're just going to jump into trying it," is all he says. 

But that was more than enough. What were you thinking, trying to pole vault, your in your 3rd year. Image trying to practice, how underclassmen will just see how bad you are. They must be way better, the season started 1 month ago. Also there was other events practicing too, image all those eyes on you.

"Yeah your right, it was just a dumb idea, I'm gonna text my friend that I'm busy," you said as you pulled up your phone, and started texting.

As you start to walk towards the gym with Akaashi following behind you.

[pholla-jm]

What's My Name?

IMAGINE: WHAT'S MY NAME? ~ AKAASHI X READER FEAT: BOKUTO GENRE: FLUFF cw: not proof read. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Akashi!" 

"AAAGGGAAAASSHHII!!!" 

All the incorrect names were ringing in his head. Why couldn't Bokuto get his name right? At first it was just Akashi, but when he corrected him... it was like it got worse. 

It was like he was starting to forget the correct form of his name. 

"Akaashi?" 

There it is. His name. And the person who said it made it sound like heaven. 

His gray eyes fluttered over to the person who said it. 

"Say it again." He simply says walking closer to the person. 

You stood there, the person who had just called his name, stood there confused as to what was going on with him.

"Huh?" 

He grabbed onto your shoulders, "my name. What's my name?" He says and you nervously laugh. 

What was going on with him?

"Oh, Akaashi," You say, rubbing the spot in between his eyebrows as it was starting to crease, "what's gotten into you? Did you hit your head?" 

A small smile lifts onto his face from your gentle touch and words. Of course you would worry about him. You always do.

"No," he says, grabbing onto the wrist of the hand that was touching his face. He brings your palm down and places a gentle kiss onto your palm, "I just needed to hear your voice." 

You giggled and shook your head. "You're making me flustered, you're too good for me." She says while blushing. 

Akaashi could only chuckle and shake his head. If only you knew exactly what he thought about you. In reality, he was so lucky to have you. He looked at you like you were a goddess that walked this earth. He thought you were too good for him. 

It made him wonder, how could you think that he was too good for you?

He was glad that he ran into you on school premises now. That way he didn't have to go all the way to your house just to see you. He was just itching to see you, to hear your voice. 

"Let's go to your place." He says, grabbing onto your bag so you don't have to carry it. 

"Okay- wait. Why are you walking so fast?" You ask when you see him walking ahead of her already.

"AAAGGGAASSSHI!" The loud and boisterous voice of his teammate cut through the air. 

"Eh?" You say, turning around to see the silver haired volleyball player. 

Akaashi basically stood still- dread filling him.

"Ah! (y/n)-chan! What are you doing here?" He asks, slinging an arm around your shoulder.

All Akaashi did was stare at the two. He wasn't worried about his best friend's antics. He knew that the two of them were together, but he was just a friendly person.

"Well, Akaashi and I were about to have a date together. However, I couldn't wait for him to show up to my place. So I came to greet him." 

A bigger grin crawled on Bokuto's face. 

"Ah! You're so good for Akashi!" He says letting you go and patting you back. 

You just laugh and slightly bow to her upperclassman, "thank you. I must be going now." You say and turn around, walking to Akaashi. 

"Thank you." He simply says grabbing onto your hand and leads her out of the school premises. He was glad that he didn’t have to converse with Bokuto that much, and that you dealt with him in such a short time. 

"Mhm." You simply hum and squeeze his hand slightly.

[lujingheswife]

i’ll find you, you’ll find me.

summary: you found yourself in the world of haikyuu, and spent time with your favourite character.

featuring: your favourite character!

word count: 1536

cw: gn!reader, you teleported into the world of haikyuu, happy ending, angsty in between but i’m a fluff writer so dont worry, intentional lowercase, not proofread

author’s notes: wrote this in june 2020 !! found it in my drafts so might as well publish it hehe

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it hadn't been long since you found yourself in another dimension — the haikyuu dimension. it felt like a dream to you, yet whatever you did you just wouldn't wake up.

was it really real? you thought to yourself, pacing around your fictional room not missing the sight of your uniform in front of you.

every haikyuu fan has a favourite character, just like you. you were indeed surprised at the sight of the uniform of your favourite school hanging neatly against the wall. sighing, you had no choice but to wear your uniform and head to school.

you realized your character was simply an average student in the school, so you need not to care about your popularity or loneliness. you were curious as it seemed to be your first day of school since it was the start of a new school year. since you're a first year, you didn't have to worry about friends.

yet your curiosity overwhelmed you and your legs automatically found their way towards the school's volleyball gym. before you could process your head, a familiar voice called out to you, “hello there.”

your head snapped up as your gaze met a pair of familiar eyes, one you had always admired his appearance on screen. it felt like a dream, realizing your favourite character actually talking to you — in front of you — in your favourite anime dimension. or was it really a dream...?

“hello?”

you flinched, shaking your head furiously before stuttering a reply, “h-hello! i'm sorry — u-uhm, is it okay if i apply as a team manager?”

again, you totally did not think twice before uttering that sentence.

he stared at you with curiosity, his gaze not breaking away from yours. after an unexpected staring competition, he smiled. “sure — i'll get the form immediately,” he replied. afterwards he lead you into the gym, showing you around on the way to fetch the application form introducing himself at the same time.

‘of course i know who you are,’ you thought to yourself. your eyes never left his figure, admiring his profile. for the nth time, you felt like it was a dream

he looked much more attractive up close.

☾ ⋆ * ･ ゚: ⋆ * ･ ゚: ✧ * ⋆. *: ･ ﾟ ✧ .: ⋆ * ･ ゚: .⋆ ☾

what seemed like weeks passed by and you were still in the same dimension, not once waking up to reality. the topic of being in a dream that once worried you seemed to have been forgotten by you, as if you truly belonged in the dimension you found yourself into. slowly, your relationship with him developed further and you became a pair.

you once looked at him for being so good looking, a personality that you loved, born with talent and bonus point for being your favourite fictional character. now looking at the sleeping boyfriend in front of you with his head rested on his crossed arms, you brought out a hand as you reached out, gently grazing his cheek with the back of your index finger.

you loved everything about him.

“if i were from a different dimension, how would you react?” you asked in a whisper, careful not to stir him awake. you looked around your surroundings, the quiet library where your boyfriend would accompany you study once every week; the scenery through the tinted windows with the muffled sounds of pouring rain cutting the usual silence; and the man you wished had not been a fictional character sleeping with inaudible snores, including the visible bags under his eyes from practicing.

there were very few students today, as they quietly studied for the upcoming finals. months had passed since you found yourself in the dimension away from reality, you never once returned and you had nearly forgotten about it.

“i don't want to wake up from this — if only you weren't fictional, and if only we were meant to be together in the same world,” you whispered as a cracked sob escaped from your lips that couldn't help but quiver at the memories you had with him.

looking at how peaceful your boyfriend looked, you had to smile as a tear managed to escape. you softly called out to his name, the name you wished you could call forever, adding an “i love you” to finish the sentence.

at the end of the day, he couldn't get your words out of his head. he heard everything, and he wanted to talk to you about it.

he never wanted to lose you either.

☾ ⋆ * ･ ゚: ⋆ * ･ ゚: ✧ * ⋆. *: ･ ﾟ ✧ .: ⋆ * ･ ゚: .⋆ ☾

tomorrow marked one year since you arrived in the fictional dimension. you were currently in his room, relaxing on his bed as he did his homework. was it the right time to talk about it? you pondered. it was rare for you to be quiet in times like this, and he probably figured out what you were thinking.

“when did you arrive here?” he asked, snapping you out of your endless thoughts leaving you in confusion.

“what do you mean?” you replied, “didn't you invite me here this morning?”

he brought his eyes to gaze into yours. “i mean, this dimension — the one you said fictional.”

his words caught you by surprise, making you wonder when did he found out. “how did you—”

“i'm sorry,” he replied, “i overheard you mentioning it that day in the library..”

it was when you finally realized — tomorrow would mark one year since you found yourself in the haikyuu dimension. now thinking about it, anxiety slowly rised into your head.

what if tonight would mark the last night for you to spend your time here?

your shaky pupils met his worrying ones. “are you okay?” he asked worriedly, rising from his seat to approach your trembling figure. you couldn't help but watch as his arms wrapped themselves around you, pulling you closer to him in an embrace. the tears wanting to escape began pouring out, dripping from your cheeks as they fell between him and you.

‘i don't want to leave.’

‘please don't leave.’

you didn't know how long had it been since you stayed in the same position, holding each other close. with a shaky breath, you began explaining everything; how you found yourself in the dimension and the world you originally belonged — the reality you had to face.

“maybe this would be the last day for me to be here,” you whispered.

he stayed quiet the whole time, not knowing what to say after hearing your explanations. he tried to process your words one by one, wanting to believe such a miracle exist for him and you.

he held you tighter in his arms as he called out to your name, repeating them before finding his tears overflowing as they streamed down his cheeks.

“i promise you,” he began, “i promise you, that i'll find you in our next life. i may be a fictional character in your world, and you will disappear from my world one day, but that won't change a thing. i love you, i love you and i love you —”

he pulled away from you, allowing some space in between as he cupped your face. slowly and gently, he tilted your face up to face him. he could only stare into your glassy eyes, still glistening from the tears. “i promise that in our next life, i'll find you and you'll find me.”

you smiled. “i promise that in our next life, i'll find you and you'll find me.” you repeated his words as your pinkies intertwined into a pinky promise.

you spent your night in his arms, talking about the possible future you might have in your next life, and recalling the memories you shared with him in his world.

the next morning, you were gone in his arms — as if you never existed in first place.

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as you tried to chase after your pet, it stopped right in front of a stranger as it clung onto him lovingly. “i-i'm sorry! i hope it doesn't cause you any trouble,” you panted, stopping next to it as you bowed deeply in front of the stranger who didn't utter a word.

“s-sir?” you called out, confused at his silence. you stood straight as you met the gaze of the familiar looking stranger who stared at you with wide eyes.

as if everything crashed upon you, you stared at him in surprise, your heart aching at the lingering familiarity upon your first meeting.

‘i found you.’

you had never met him before, yet why were you crying?

you both began to walk together as you exchanged greetings and numbers, your pet leading the way towards where it wanna be. what was important, though, was that you both recalled a certain memory from a previous life.

“i promise that in our next life, i'll find you and you'll find me.”

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[iwantacoolusernameman]

Akaashi Keiji x Reader //

{He loves you}

Summary: just you going through a rough time and doubting your love for Akaashi but he's there to give you a reality check.

Notes: hurt/comfort kinda? Post time-skip, established relationship

He loves you. You swear he does. You know he does. So why don't you feel it when those words of affirmation leave his mouth, sleepy in the morning hours when he pulls you closer to him on a day off from work or the quick 'love you's' said in a rush when he's running late. Was it because he didn't add the I ? No, you are overthinking again. You need to stop but you can't. As you watch his rising and sinking back in the dark of your shared bedroom you wonder once again whether he feels the same, although he so clearly said he does not. You know because you asked him earlier on the couch as you were leaning against his chest, his arm draped over your shoulder, watching a random movie.

"Do you ever feel like we're not as close as we used to be?"

He had turned his head away from the movie to look at you, his expression confused, his overall demeanour tired, to say the least. He gave your shoulder a light affectionate squeeze.

"Do you feel that way?" He had asked you back.

You suppose you do.

"A little," you had admitted, only half lying.

Because you feel that way a little more than only a little. It's better he doesn't knows that though, you tell yourself. It scares you. The what if's haunt you.

"I don't," he had finally answered, his confused expression turning more relaxed, but you could tell he was getting a bit concerned. You could hear it in the way his voice grew slightly restless. There was a shift of energy in the air.

"Why do you feel that way?" He had wanted to know.

You had shrugged. You didn't know and you regretted you had ever asked in that moment.

"I'm not sure Keiji," you had let out a deep sigh and shifted forward on the couch, leaving his arm on your shoulder to gently drop. "Forget I asked, I think I'm just tired."

"You're not thinking of leaving me behind with that question now, are you?" He had inquired, brows furrowed.

Your nose had scrunched up as if you had tasted something bitter. It wouldn't have been fair of you to run like that after starting the conversation but there was nothing more you wanted to do in that moment than to run and hide. Another sigh escaped your lips. Then a nervous chuckle. Oh, how you hated the conversation you had gotten yourself into.

"I just feel so.. distant from you lately," you had not dared to look at him as your voice grew quieter with the words that had left your mouth so your eyes fixated on the TV instead, showing you scenes you weren't even interested in. There had been no need to look at him to feel the way his eyes were trying to find some sort of answer on your back, desperately searching for your eyes and a proper explanation. He had nevertheless stayed quiet, hiding his own racing thoughts quite well, so you continued.

"And it's not just you.. everything feels a bit.. numb?" You questioned. "Or distant..?"

Was that it? You weren't sure. Even now.

He had taken a moment to think, his own mind playing tug of war with the what if's of your future together and his common sense telling him that he needed to remain calm and a pillar of strenght for you in times like this.

"Has there been something on your mind lately?" He had shifted forward on the couch as well to try and find your face. Of course he wouldn't show but a sense of desparation had been creeping up on him. His fiddling fingers gave him away anyway.

"A lot," you had admitted but with a chuckle to try and allay the uncomfortable truth of the situation. Finally you had looked him in the face. The way in which every uncomfortable word and thought that had left your mouth had been accepted by him so selflessly so far had decreased the burden inside you, even if just a little, and got replaced by a sense of gratitude instead to your surprise.

His furrowed brows had softened and he'd reached out both of his hands, palms facing upward, offering for you to hold them and without hesitating you had taken them. You always did.

"We'll work it out together then," he had declared with conviction, like it was the obvious next step. "It doesn't has to be now. But we will work it out so don't even think about bottling it all up from now on. I'm always by your side, you know that."

You had silently nodded. As difficult and uncomfortable as it had been to speak about how you were feeling, you were glad after all that you had done it. Relief had washed over you once those uncomfortable words were heard and understood by the right heart.

"Ah, don't say things like that, I'm feeling all silly now," you had bend your head down and dismissively waved a hand inbetween you two, feeling a bit embarassed, still not quite used to being treated in such a non judgemental manner.

He had smiled faintly at you.

"It's time you get used to it. Cause you deserve it. You know, sometimes I just wanna grab your shoulders," he had let go of your hand to gently grab your shoulders instead, "and shake you and yell at you that you're amazing and I don't wanna stop until you see it too. Should we give that a try?"

With a dumb smile you had scrunched up your nose again and to him it was the cutest thing you could've done. He might as well have done the whole shoulder shaking thing just to see you scrunch your nose like that. He was clearly calmer then, his own anxious what if's floating away, after the realization that the issue wasn't him but only about you and that this was one of many moments where he simply needed to be there for you.

"I don't think that'll work," you had replied.

"You never know," he had told you but let go of your shoulders anyway. The end credits of the movie were rolling as he had turned his head to the music coming from the TV.

"That movie was shit," he had noted and you had nodded agreeingly.

"Took the words out of my mouth. The plot twist was so.. out of the blue. It felt kind of unnecessary. Or like they were trying too hard."

"Alright there, Mrs. Movie Critic," he had said in his usual dry tone but with just a hint of joking irony. You had playfully hit his shoulder with your fist.

"Am right though."

He couldn't help but break the facade and smile at you once more.

"Yeah no, I agree. The actors really saved this one with their acting." He had then turned off the TV and left were you guys in the dimly lit living room of your house. The suddenly quiet room had made you feel very drowsy at once and the couch seemed way more comfortable than your bed ever had been.

"And about what you said earlier. I want you to always tell me whenever you feel that way. I'm not gonna risk us ever falling apart."

Gratitude was not enough to explain what you had been feeling for him in that moment. Hastily you had nodded, letting him know you were on the same boat.

"Me neither. I was a bit scared to tell you at first.. I didn't want you to take it the wrong way but now I'm glad I did."

"Is there more you wanna tell me? "

You hadn't replied right away. Of course there was more but it was so late already, you had decided it could wait so you shook your head. "Not really.. let's just go sleep, I'm tired."

He hadn't quite believed you when you had told him that. Of course not. He knew you well enough to know when you were telling the full truth and when you were telling only the half truth. But he let it slide this time, the tiredness getting to him as well.

"Ok.." he had then leaned forward to press a soft kiss on your forehead. "Just know it's your responsibility if you keep bottling everything up. I'm willing to hear you out. Always. Even in the dead of night. Just talk to me."

He had waited a bit more in case you would chang your mind and wanted to say more after all but when you hadn't done that he had stood up and you had followed right after him. You guys had brushed your teeth together in silence and went to bed.

And now as you were laying in bed in the dead of night, watching his back you are wondering whether this is ok. Whether he doesn't deserve to lay in this bed with someone who'd love him better than you. As if he had heard your thoughts he shuffled around, his sleepy eyes slowly opening to look at your shadowy face in the dark. At least you believe they opened.

"Can't sleep?" He asks you, his voice drowsy and barely above a whisper.

You shake your head although you're not sure whether he saw it or if he's closed his eyes again. But he just shuffles closer to you and places his hand over your hip and on your back and pulls you closer to him. You see now that his eyes are closed again.

"You're thinking too much," he whispers.

"Look who's talking," you whisper back.

The silence in the room makes you think he fell back asleep again.

"When did you start feeling this way?"

"I'm not sure.. I guess it kinda creeped up on me.."

"You've been very stressed lately," he notes and you're not sure if he's sleepy or lost in thought or both.

"Mhm.. yeah.."

"Take some more time for yourself," he opens his eyes again, trying to find yours as they get used to the dark and let more light in. "You've been working yourself to the bone like a workaholic lately and putting too much pressure on yourself. You try too hard. You need to learn to let things flow."

His words feel like a punch to the gut. He was never one to sugarcoat things and you appreciated that but that didn't always make the truth easier to hear. But still, suddenly it made click in your head and it all seemed to make sense. Of course you thought. Of course you were feeling so distant from everyone lately. You had been so busy pressuring yourself into perfection, putting expectation on top of expectation on your own shoulders. Nothing was good enough and there was no room for anything else, especially not for love, but your worries and doubts. How could you feel connected to anything that was right infront of you when your mind was contantly either pulling you to the should have's of the past or the what if's of the future? You exhale a breath you didn't even realize you were holding.

"Thanks for letting me love someone like you Keiji."

"Thanks for loving me. Go to sleep now."

You place your arm over his torso and press your ear against his chest. When was the last time you had heard someone's heartbeat? The moments were fleeting and you wanted to let each moment be it's own moment from now on. The past was unchangebale and the future consisted of the present moment. And right now his beating heart was your present, therefore it was all that existed you thought to yourself as you drifted to sleep with his heartbeat as your lullaby.