#akutsu nagisa

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Hellooo!!! I've read probably the only akutsu fanfic there is here which is urs. AND IT WAS AMAZZINGGGG. I loved the way u wrote it. Can I request another akutsu fic for u to write something similar to that? Ur choice for the scenario but make it fluff

Intentions

Akutsu Nagisa x Gn!Reader

AO ASHI REQUEST??!?!? WRAAAAH I'm so happy you enjoyed it!! I've been wanting to write something for my favorite boy. (This is a continuation of my first fic about him. However, it can be read as a stand-alone.)

The soft footsteps to his dorm fill the silence around you. It's nothing like the quiet that accompanies you most of the time, Akutsu brings peacefulness like no other, serenity in a way you can't bring to yourself. The sun hangs above as a witness of your unbeknownst state.

You can't help but look at your friend. (You would have called him a forbidden fruit with the most enticing scent to lure you in for a bite. However, Akutsu isn't deserving of a dehumanizing title, and daring to think of such a thing left a heavy feeling in your gut, a notion that slowly pulls at your intestines as you walk.)

You've long accepted the fact that the love you hold for him is crossing a delicate line that is friendship, an unspoken rule that you grabbed at the sides and torn in half without a second thought.

You can't help but think of how good the darker colors suit him. Maybe it's the broad shoulders or the way his physic filled Esperion's uniform in just a year due to his dedication, or the height that keeps reaching the skies.

Your pupils fall against his side profile that's a bit angled because you seem to unconsciously fall behind him during walks, though even now you can fill in the blanks that your eyes aren't able to spot. The eyebrows were fixed in a line, with the corner of his rough lips pointing down. The light seems to hit them just right. Unsurprisingly, the flutter in your stomach returns sooner this time. Even if you can tell he isn't looking back, not even budging at your flushed state, your pupils shift toward the road once more, the embarrassment constructing a mini sun in your chest, the warmth has never felt this uncomfortable.

The want is overwhelming. Incredible urge to finally reveal it all and destroy what you guys have is hard to contain. The thoughts have a sharp sting of bravery that you quickly neutralize. No... you couldn't do anything you were thinking of, not now. In the future?

Maybe.

You hope he doesn't look back. It would be embarrassing to be seen with such a red face.

You are focusing on nothing particular, so your eyes see no motion, only the blur of colors that soon you'll forget. It's a wonder how you don't trip on something.

The sensation that snaps your attention away from the moment inside your mind is a sudden touch on the back of your hand. It causes your tongue to remain frozen as you feel his knuckles brush against yours, over and over, until your face turns away from the chaste sight. With every second that Akutsu does not pull away and lets the trajectory of touch continue as is, the feeling of your heart skipping a beat in your throat intensifies. The corner of your lip twitches upwards.

You should be familiar with it by now.

Often, unintentional eye contact is initiated, though you never seem used to the skin interactions. His steps are slowing down, and it makes your eyes levitate up toward the side of his head, awaiting something that will never be addressed by both of you.

His fingers move unpredictably to your wrist, trying themselves around the skin before tugging it a bit forward, thus taking your body with it. You would have dwelled on the physical interaction if he hadn't coaxed you.

``What's taking you so long to take a step huh?``

It was an empty hook awaiting you to bite onto it, however arguing isn't your strong suit.

``You're just a fast walker.`` And with that, the silence falls once more.

There's a pleasant burn around your wrist, and the honey-coated fingers that wrap around the skin there attract metaphorical butterflies around you, you dare not look down, the warmth of his hand is too much to handle, yet you don't waver in the face of the gesture, even if it sticks around longer than necessary and causes your heartbeat to speed up.

Akutsu isn't one to forget and you're just a girl who barely had her hand inside a boy's palm.

(The flame of hope is ignited.)

Perhaps his acknowledgment is not erased from his mind, perhaps this was all intentional.

[choujinx]

AOASHI (2015-?) by kobayashi yuugo

[sanji-muncher]

what happens when you try ordering around your seniors

[maochira]

I saw the requests open sign and knocked down the door.

How about Akitsu Nagisa with a sibling (Gn), I am interested in how exactly he would handle the situation with his biological mother and the aftermath of getting separated from her with a sibling. It can be a drabble or a scenario or a headcanon I just need Akutsu content on this site ;-;

I LOVE AKUTSU SO MUCH. I've been brainrotting about big bro Akutsu since August last year.............. also I'm so sorry this took me 3 months to get to 😭

Tags: gn!younger sibling!reader, big brother!Akutsu, angst, child neglect, manga spoilers!!!

you're three years younger than your brother, and you have different fathers because your mother is... oh well.

Akutsu had to raise himself and you because your mother couldn't care less about her children

he's the only person you could ever rely on, and even though he loves you very much, he often lets his anger out on you or treats you harshly in general

he would never hurt you physically, but he often hurts you emotionally because he doesn't know how to handle his emotions

but you're like that as well. The only difference is that you tend to isolate yourself when you're mad. But you've still said your fair share of insults to your brother

when he joined Tokyo Esperion, Akutsu took you along because there's no way in hell he'd leave you alone with your mother

over time, Akutsu learns to not let his emotions out on you (instead, he does it on others) and becomes extremely protective over you

he hates it when others tease him about being an overprotective older brother, because he has enough reasons why he needs to prevent any harm from happening to you

[rina-reads]

for @dr4kenlvr - :)

[iitachiyama]

"I detest you. I can never forgive you. But... I've had enough. I..." [ "I felt lonely." ] "Yeah, I realized that. When I was a kid, even if it was just once, I wanted you to look at me." On the verge of death, where nothing remains, in that moment... within this woman, I was... there, huh?

AO ASHI - CH. 277: The Man Known as Akutsu Nagisa Second Half

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Ao Ashi chapter 278 page 7 coloring

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Yoichi Kiriki & Akutsu Nagisa Manga Coloring✨

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Some Ao Ashi doodles!

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akutsu and aoi doodle

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C0ok Me a Meal, Make Me Starve.

Akutsu Nagisa x Gn!Artist!Reader

This goes out to all 5 Akutsu fans bc I love jerks. + It's been a while since I've read Ao Ashi and I apologize for any mischaracterization. Akutsu is one of my favorite characters in the whole wide world of sports manga/anime. Also, it's a self-insert which I feel slightly embarrassed about and It's my experience as an artist. If you find any pronouns that aren't gn please feel free to correct me.

Warnings: Negative self-talk, artist pain, art block(?)

He's somebody that you would consider closest to you, an individual who one would not consider describing with pleasing words, he looks ragged like a cheap brush on all sides sealed with plastic and packed in a tight box, his personality dry, in need of honey water. The long lips spew honesty like no man you've seen, it drags the pigment picked by the brush across a thin paper, dooming it to dissolve under the colors.

He carries no kindness in him. Is what one would say, without knowing more than the outer layer of the said individual. You on the other hand would say that he emits honesty with no kindness. Some would describe truth without empathy as brutality.

His rugged exterior is a shell that you're able to barely imitate on a piece of paper, the pencil sketches of the defender (that are nowhere near good enough compared to the real example) cover the pages of a notebook, messily erased pencil routes divide and combine to create what you consider to be the best replica among other failed poses and portraits that're left unfinished.

You sit alone on a bench, outside the practice domain of footballers, with knees touching under the uniform as the gentle breeze of spring dances in the meadows, carrying with it the sounds of laughter and gazes of interest, all directed at the field where ball means the world to boys with big ambitions.

Among them lies the prey to your infatuation. Your observing eyes are left overlooked between the other groups crowding around the fence, it lays low as the sportsmen exercise, and the scratches of pencils go unheard by anyone who isn't looking directly at them.

Erasers are doing a poor job of concealing blunders, little missteps that continue to pile up as time passes and whistles blow. They stay, becoming a part of something you never wanted it to be a part of, unnerving eyes stare at the scratchy lines. The sounds around you flatten, continuing as the pencil rests between your fingers, shouting comes from behind the fence signaling the start of the game, however, the world is subtle, and blurry colors of the background slowly disappear from your view, until the notebook and you remain. A notebook whose pages contain countless figures of one particular fellow, in all the directions you could manage to witness. A slow sigh leaves your lips as you turn the pages.

One page;

Two;

Three.

The ringing in your ears picks up its intensity, heartbeat fastens.

It's hard to put the feelings into words, the bubble of disdain that engulfs you only shrinks as you think. Why is it that you are lacking? Was it the months that went by with the notebook collecting dust on the cover? Forgotten on a shelf with the same pencils that await you? Was it the texture or have you finally reached the deep end? Is it alright for you to blame the school for your idleness?

The tip of the pencil drags down the side of the paper, it leaves a lame stripe behind.

Are you an artist? If you are, then why can't you draw a line? Why is it so hard to even the space between the eyes? Why is the jaw drawn the way it is? Why is it that cheeks seem high and mouth too low? Why the thick lines? Why are those ugly features consistent in your art while the beauty and inspiration of others, that you try to sow in your style always fade away?

You conclude. Akutsu is beyond your skills to portray, even if he was the person who pushed you out of your art block, who motivated you to pick up the pen again, who you proceeded to sketch when the lesson was too monotonous to pay any attention to. He'll never know of your thoughts, you hope he'll never know, after all, Akutsu was never one to meddle in others' privacy too much. There's a line friends don't cross and Akutsu makes sure to never stay too close to it, for too long.

There should be boldness inside of you, and ambition to pursue art more, but the countless lessons and rules of reality, of adulthood leave no fuel for effectiveness to take place. Your notebook eats away at you, spitting nothing but guilt on the way, years of work and practice are slowly slipping through the gaps of muscle.

It's painful losing yourself, betraying it for something you're not even sure brings you happiness on this planet. It's a simple wish to be bold, more angry, like Akutsu, to prove something and be someone who does one thing expertly. but it seems so far away from you, who did nothing as the light of ambition gave out somewhere along your development.

You wish you had a heart like Akutsu, forever shackled by hobbies he'll never get tired of. But as always, there is a welded fence in between, keeping a distance, thus forever dooming you to goggle over a man you admire.

Is it love? Why does it not feel like it? Are you in love? No... Or are you? It's a question you will not know the answer until you spend more time with the fellow. Even then, you're certain of the rejection. This one-sided obsession will only be a negative trait, that will prove just how unacceptable your behavior truly is. An eerie attitude towards (who you consider) your friend, could only give birth to a quicksand of shame that'll swallow you whole before ever confessing your feelings.

A loud chatter of voices infiltrates your depressive bubble, slowly yet sharply passing by your eardrum until the gloaming atmosphere you got lost in fades away. With no extra weight, the air seems easier to take in. The colors slowly bleed back into your vision as the wind blows gently across your school uniform.

With a clear head, you stare at the unfinished draft presented on the paper, all with shaven heads and tense looks. The silhouette of number four adorns their chests and stretches over the fold of a football uniform like a prize, all in different positions. Where you're sitting, everyone would guess his identity. Nervousness aside, you should leave before anyone calls you out for being a creep.

Even if you forgot to take into account that the crowd has disappeared, only few remain to watch the players do their post-game stretches, you're unsteady, fearful of the hidden eyes. Gathering the energy to stand up and trying not to mind the electric pain that sprouts through your knee is becoming harder and harder to conceal every time you stand, legs demand exercise but your hands hold the evidence, persuasion of a dream you're trying to relive using the digits you were born with.

By the time you close the two halves of the notebook a hand lands on your head, it relaxes between your hair, heavy and bigger than average, their fingers are separated, thumb lands on your temple as the middle finger touches your forehead from behind. Its grip strengthens for a couple of seconds before letting go of the pressure and tension lifts off of your shoulders, the rough grasp it had left behind slightly messy strands for you to fix. You can't bring yourself to correct it.

``Where do you think you're going?`` The flat voice would send butterflies in your belly if it weren't for the expression adoring the holder's face, stable and shielded, anger is nowhere to be seen. You scramble for words to answer him.

``Don't tell me you were leaving.`` Because of course, you would forget that the reason why you were here in the first place, was to wait for him. He with a blue uniform and a heavy bag on his shoulder that has nothing but hard work to show.

His long eyes stare down at you with sharpness, awaiting your answer.

``I was... Trying to stretch my legs, I spent a lot of time sitting and watching you... A-and your team play y'know.`` so much yous in one sentence. How does The Akutsu deal with you...?

His eyes close before letting out a loud sigh. Akutsu must be annoyed, in his shoes you would certainly be if a friend almost left and forgot about you.

``C'mon, let's go.`` His voice is much softer as your eyes watch him turn without looking back, however before he can call out once again, you follow after his lead, walking just behind him. Akutsu was never a patient man.

You stare at his back as you always do, wondering, eyeing. If only he knew how much you think of him every day, dreaming about scenarios that have almost no chance of coming true, with a speedy heart and red hue to your face. Maybe he knows but doesn't tell. In that case, you're thankful for his company, you merely wish you had the bravery needed for this type of stuff. Tolerance if your specialty.

His broad shoulders stop and so do you.

``So.`` confusion overtakes your features as his face slowly turns back to you, a soft grin in tow.

``Where to now?``

Oh. You were the one who wanted to go somewhere weren't you? The amount of time it takes for you to open your lips for an answer, his eyebrow is already raised. You just keep digging your own grave.

Even trying to remember it is difficult, the title of the place is blurry, and the way to it is unreachable. How irresponsible of you.

``I... Forgot, the places name...`` Embarrassment is an emotion you know inside and out. It's a word that describes all of your interactions outside of family members. It's what you feel as you watch his small smile die. You turn to another word that has made home in your vocabulary.

``... I'm sorry.`` disappointed is what you are, in yourself. Surely Akutsu must also be let down, the time you guys spent together is becoming rare these days, and memories are coming to be cherished.

``You seem out of it today, you're alright?`` Akutsu has never had a filter.

``Oh, yeah, it's just...`` That you have been crossing my mind for a couple of days, you are all I think about as I draw a male figure, you are making me blush each instant I replay our moments together where you showed me little bits of yourself.

The excuse that stumbles out of your mouth is a lie you don't even believe in.

``You're a terrible liar.`` Neither does he.

``...`` A sweat travels down your cheek, carrying with it a shiver that dismisses comfort, the color red blooms over your face.

``... Sorry.`` You wonder if you can love someone despite feeling uncomfortable with yourself.

``Stop saying sorry. It's getting on my nerves.`` Barely are you able to hold in another apology as chasms of anxiety overtake your mind, swiftly seeping into your fingertips and making them shake with heartbreak. His harsh words are no foreign from a jab in the heart, making the muscle twist itself as your ribs fail to defend it from your mind. Your tongue is dry, lips are fixed in a line. So ruthless.

As always, you don't have a tongue, it's deep in your stomach somewhere hiding from the real world.

A soft exhale is heard as he straightens his back.

``Have you eaten yet?`` His eyes turn to the road ahead before continuing to move, your body moves along with him, never showing the hurt his harsh demeanor brings. Your silence is accepted as an answer.

``I have some leftovers we can eat.`` He always has ingredients lying around waiting for you to come over so they can be cooked. Never can he find any leftovers to warm up and eat. It's a harmless lie, a manner he developed when you slipped into his life. A simple gesture that he only shares with you. Seeing you enjoy his cooking is pleasing.

``... Alright...`` He doesn't want you to hide away, doesn't want you to apologize for being messy and clumsy. It's a dance he knows by heart, a dance you are not even acquainted with.

He hopes that someday you acknowledge it.

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AOASHI (2015-?) chapter 344 • proof of his path by kobayashi yuugo

[sanji-muncher]

I'm Akutsu's #1 fan I love him sm

[maochira]

Michael Kaiser 🤝 Nagisa Akutsu

[rina-reads]

Just when I thought Akutsu was going to curse at Asari he surprises me once again and does this. It's so incredibly amazing to see Akutsu slowly change.

Takasugi is proud!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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