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kiribaku-queen · 3 years ago

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Heyyyy. So i was thinking a out mafia au fic like where kuroo is a mafia leader and youre his gf. Somehow, while his group were in a war, u got kidnapped which made him furious ofc and whiel saving u and trying to escape, u saw someone trying to shoot hima nd u go ahead and sheild him which made u got shoot. Its a angst but a hppy ending. Ill let u do what kind of ending u want 😁 anyway congrats and hv a great day!

Beginnings of a War

Angst

Kuroo x reader

Word Count: 3.5K

TRIGGER WARNING: violence, gun mentioned, blood

A/N: I had so much fun writing this piece and I literally couldn't wait to start this one! I thought of this Bokuto when writing this piece because I can't get enough of him

Happy reading and I'd love to know your thoughts!

The tension in the room was uneasy as the two leaders from opposite gangs stared each other down, neither saying a word. There was no easy conclusion to their mess but the longer they sat there, the more impatient both parties got. Yet, Kuroo was never one to give up easily. He was persistent and determined. Meanwhile, the two-toned haired man who goes by Bokuto was notorious for always getting his way. Right now, they were both stuck in the middle. Kuroo leans back on the black, leather couch, resting both arms behind the back.

“That’s my final bet. Take it or leave it. You either release him and take the money, or we’re gonna have some trouble,” Kuroo finally spoke up. Bokuto slants his eyes at him, clearly not persuaded by his offer.

“You’re a good comedian if you think I’m going to release one of your men for that small amount. After what he did to ten of my men?” Bokuto was trying to place the blame on the other leader but that only made Kuroo’s eyebrow twitch in annoyance.

“Your men attacked his family and his girl, leaving her in a hospital. If anything, your men deserved everything coming to them,” Kuroo set him straight. Even though Bokuto knew that, he knew that his men were in the wrong, he still had to protect them. So his comment visibly upset him as he slammed his fists down on the glass table in front of him, almost causing it to break if he hit any harder.

“I don’t give a shit what my boys did. All I care about is what your men did to mine,” he stated clearly. By now, Kuroo was getting a headache.

“Then what do you want? You don’t want the money, you don’t want anything else I offered. Stop beating around the bush and tell me what you want!” he grew impatient and raised his voice. Before Bokuto had a chance to open his mouth, the double doors behind him flew wide open and in you came, eyes only on your boyfriend as you walk towards him. Sexy and sultry-like, you come to greet your boyfriend after a long day of shopping, not paying attention to his special guest. But he was paying close attention to you.

The click of your heels meeting the floor caught the attention of all the men in the room. You loved it when all the attention was on you because you knew. You knew you were attractive. You had the confidence, the walk, the clothes, the attitude. Everything a girl boss should have. Even though eyes were on you at all times of the day, only one man caught your attention and you would do anything for him.

Striding towards the mafia boss who was clearly in the middle of an important meeting, you made your way into his lap. You made yourself comfortable, touching the back of his hair before pulling him in for a steamy kiss. The kiss was slow and deliberate. You made sure to taste every part of him, your tongue gliding against his, purposely biting his lips ever so slightly. You kissed him like there was no one else in the room. But little did you know, Bokuto was looking you up and down, clear interest written all over his face.

You pulled away with a soft hum, satisfied to be with your boyfriend again. Kuroo, who was annoyed, is now smitten with you. He has, and always will have, a soft spot for you and isn’t afraid to show it.

“I’m a little busy, sweetheart,” Kuroo mumbled against your lips, lost in your eyes, your taste, your smell, your everything.

“I just missed you, daddy,” you cooed with a pout.

“Alright, I’m almost done,” he promises. He puts a protective hand over your waist and you wait in his lap like the good girl you were until he was done with his meeting. Kuroo focuses his attention back to his guest, acting like that whole interaction didn’t happen.

“What do you want?” Kuroo asks again. This time, Bokuto locks eyes with you and you just give him an innocent look that makes Bokuto obsessed.

“Her.” He points to you. That shocks both you and your boyfriend. You didn’t know what was going on, maybe because you just forced your way into their conversation, but you could tell that Kuroo wasn’t very fond of his answer. His hand tightens on your waist.

“She’s off limits,” he almost growls. Now that’s a voice you haven’t heard in a hot minute.

“Then the deals off,” Bokuto says simply, leaning back while shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. Kuroo slants his eyes and gives you a few soft taps to your butt.

“Go upstairs,” he demands. You know by the tone of his voice that he was upset and you knew not to talk back. Last time you did that, you couldn’t walk for two weeks. And that was… so long ago that you can’t even remember. So you immediately got up and walked out of there, but Bokuto still had his eyes on you.

When you left the room and completely out of sight, Kuroo sits back and crosses his legs. He lets out a deep sigh and glides his tongue across the inside of his cheek in annoyance. He didn’t understand why Bokuto wanted you all of a sudden, out of all people, but there was no way in hell he was giving you away.

“I’ll give you anything you want. Tell me and I’ll give it to you. You want the money? Fine. Take it. You want a woman? I’ll find you one who can’t resist you. Name your price, but she’s my woman,” Kuroo made things clear with the man across from him.

“I’m not leaving until I get her,” Bokuto was set on having you, taking you and making you his. Kuroo uncrosses his legs and leans forward on his knees.

“Oi. Can you fucking hear? I said she was off limits.” Bokuto copies his movements.

“Does it look like I give two fucks? If you want one of your men back, give me the girl,” he compromises. Kuroo clenches his jaw and leans back.

“Then there’s nothing to discuss. Leave.” Kuroo glares at him. And that was asking him nicely. But Bokuto lets out a loud chuckle.

“You’re gonna let a bitch get in the way of your men?” the mafia boss taunted. And boy, did it work.

“Do you want to die?” Kuroo asked through gritted teeth, a vein clearly visible on his forehead from how much anger he was trying to hold in.

“Is that a threat?” Bokuto turned serious, all jokes out the window.

“No. but this is,” he says, standing up and pulling a gun out of the inside of his jacket pocket and points in straight in his opponent’s face. With his fast reflexes, Bokuto saw it coming and also took his gun out. So now both men had guns pointed in their faces, neither of them moving. Just glares being exchanged.

“Tsk, tsk. Now is that how you persuade an old friend?” Bokuto shook his head in disappointment.

“Friend? More like business partner,” Kuroo corrected him. They had a silent face off. Pointing dangerous weapons at each other but neither wanting to pull the trigger first. Bokuto thought this was exciting. He laughs, spins his gun with his finger and places it back in his pocket. He turns around, looking unfazed by the whole situation and simply leaves. Somewhat relieved, Kuroo also puts away his gun and cautiously watches the other boss leave. Bokuto stops right as he’s about to step through the door to give Kuroo a wary warning.

“You better be careful. I always get what I want,” he said before making his disappearance.

You were waiting patiently in your shared bedroom, swinging your feet around with a pout on your face. You didn’t know what you walked in to, but it didn’t seem good from the looks of it. Kuroo looked so serious down there, you thought to yourself. But your mind wandered to naughty thoughts because you loved seeing him like that, even though the situation doesn’t call for it. He just looks so sexy what he’s serious.

Kuroo opens the door to the bedroom and before you could say anything to him or greet him, he smashes your lips together without any explanation. You were surprised by his actions but you kiss him back nonetheless. From the way his lips move against yours, you could tell that he was in a bad mood. Your lips were too smushed and teeth were rubbing against each other, so much that he was starting to hurt you. Kuroo moves on to attack your neck and then you were finally able to breath.

“Kuroo,” you whined, still short of breath. He ignores you and instead starts to suck on your supple skin, creating bruises of all kinds of sizes on your neck. He grabs your face again, smashing your lips together and he pushes you back so that the back of your knees hit the bed, causing you to fall backwards, Kuroo falling on top of you. His legs were on either side of you as he dominated the kiss.

“You’re mine. All mine,” he growls, hands wandering to grope your body harshly. He licks from the top of your breasts all the way up your neck and captures your lips again. Your hands go to tangle his raven locks and wrap your legs around him.

“I’m all yours,” you whisper against his lips. Kuroo smirks, quickly removing his jacket then undoing his tie before he goes to unbuckle his belt. Excitement started to rise in you. Angry sex? Fuck yes. You were in for a hell of a night and let’s be honest, one hell of a week.

You were kept inside for a time being because Kuroo was wary of what Bokuto said to him at that meeting. He wasn’t going to take any chances, but you understood where he was coming from. It was boring not being able to leave the fancy mansion you lived in, but you made your boyfriend make it up by letting him by you all sorts of gifts to apologize.

But after a while of nothing happening, your boyfriend lets you go on a shopping spree to make up for your boredom and loss of time. But you couldn’t leave until you brought extra bodyguards to look out for you. Annoying as it was, you obliged. There was no use in arguing because if you did, he probably wouldn’t have let you out. The whole threatening fiasco didn’t bother you one bit. You couldn’t count how many times people have said that to him and nothing has ever happened to you. You believed that nothing was going to happen this time around.

You were walking down the empty street after a successful day of shopping, having every single one of your bodyguards hold bags of clothes, accessories, shoes, food, things that you couldn’t resist buying. You skipped along the sidewalk, feeling happy and free, the warmth of the setting sun and the blow of the oncoming evening wind was making you feel content with life. You wonder if your bodyguards were feeling the same. Speaking of bodyguards, they were being awfully quiet. Spinning around, you realized that you were alone.

You paused, stunned frozen.

Where were your bodyguards? All of a sudden, several men appeared out of the shadows of the alleys. You sighed in relief, realizing that it was just your bodyguards pulling a prank on you.

“You scared me! How could you leave me alone like that!” you jokingly scolded them. But they were indeed not your bodyguards. The smile that was on your face was quick to drop upon realization. You took a few steps back, trying to get away from these men who were getting closer and closer to you. But you were stopped, running into someone’s chest. You looked up to see who it was and all of a sudden, everything turned black.

When you woke up, you found yourself sitting on a chair, arms wrapped together and duct tape covered your mouth. It didn’t take long to realize that you’ve been kidnapped. The classic empty warehouse and burning fire in a can was proof of that. You checked your surroundings and was surprised to see that your legs weren’t tied together. You weren’t blindfolded either, but you were tied down to the chair. It wasn’t long after you woke up that Bokuto makes his appearance, sitting backwards in a chair right in front of you. He looked happy to see you but you couldn’t say the same. You slanted your eyes at him, disinterested in whatever he wants to say or do. You tried to keep your composure by being still and keeping a poker face, because if you didn’t, you don’t know what he’ll do to you.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Bokuto greeted you. “You’re probably wondering why you’re not tied up.” He starts, then rips the duct tape off your mouth and cuts the ropes around your arms. Then he leans down to your level and smirks.

“Because I know you’re not going to run away. Look at you shaking,” he says and looks you up and down then going back to his chair. It was true. You were shaking. You’ve never been in this situation before. You’ve always imagined it: being nonchalant and bored of all the empty threats and your savior of a boyfriend would come save you from all the madness. But now you were second guessing yourself, now being caught in this situation. You were shaking, but you were still going to stand up for yourself. That’s what Kuroo taught you to do.

“You’re not going to get away with this. Kuroo is going to save me and you’ll regret ever doing this to me,” you ran your mouth. But Bokuto doesn’t respond. So you go on. “Kuroo is the strongest fighter I know. He could kick your ass in his sleep. You don’t even look like a fighter. I bet you’d do down so easy!” You said that anything that came to mind. Yet, Bokuto continued to stare at you with a bored expression. And that made you nervous.

“I would never date you. You’re ugly, mean, and-and… you suck!” you couldn’t come up with any good comebacks. But for some reason, that set him off. He stands up so fast that it knocks the chair over and that shuts you up real quick. He walks over to you, duct taping your mouth again.

“Noisy bitch. Maybe this’ll shut you up,” he says and tightly seals your lips shut with the silver tape. He then grabs your chin to look up at him. You glare up at him, already tired of how rough he was handling you. He tilts your face from side to side, getting a good look at you.

“See, you’re prettier when your silent,” he comments. He looks down at the tape and frowns. He tapped the tape that was over your mouth over and over again, like there was something missing. Bokuto opens the palm of his hand and one of his guys puts a bright red lipstick in his hand. With a swift action, he pulls the cap off with his teeth and applies the lipstick on the duct tape that outlines your lips. He spits the lid on the floor and smirks.

“There, that’s better,” he says. He grabs your chin again and pulls you in for a kiss. You struggle to get out of his grip but he was stronger than he looked. When Bokuto pulled away, the lipstick was smeared across his lips, but didn’t seem to care. He was about to say something until he heard screaming and grunts of pain. He turns around just in time to see your boyfriend getting thrown on the floor, all bloodied and beaten up. You gasp, tears beginning to form at the sight.

This was wrong. That couldn’t be your boyfriend. There was no way. Your boyfriend was strong. He beat up and sometimes even killed when anybody got in his way. How could this have happened?

Kuroo was thrown on the floor and a handful of men continued to beat him up, kicking him in all places. You shook your head in denial, not even wanting to watch but couldn’t look away. Bokuto was loving everything. Your expression. Kuroo’s sounds of pain. He was getting a kick that things were turning out how he had planned.

“Look who decided to show up,” Bokuto kneels down to his level, grabbing a handful of hair and picking him up to show his face. Blood was dripped down the sides of his face, from his nose and mouth, his cheeks were bruised and he looked like he was about to pass out.

“Let her go,” Kuroo barely manages to let out. Bokuto clicks his tongue and shakes his head.

“I told you, didn’t I? I want her. Anything you want to say to your little girlfriend for the last time?” Bokuto allows him to say some final words. But Kuroo was too out of it to comprehend what he was saying.

“What about girlfriend over here!” he exclaims, presenting you perfectly fine and free from any scratches. Bokuto rips the duct tape off and cries ripped from your throat.

“Kuroo Tetsurou! You better get up! Stand up please! Fight back!” you cry but that just causes Kuroo to get more kick and punches to his body. Large tears escaped your eyes and you couldn’t stop the sounds of agony coming from your mouth.

“You’re the best fighter around, right? Fight back please!” you begged him. Getting beat up, okay. But not even trying to fight back? That’s not the Kuroo you know. What was wrong with him? Why was he allowing them to do this to him? Kuroo looks up and faces you with a smile.

“I can’t let you get hurt, baby girl,” he professes. And that just breaks your heart. More sobs escaped your mouth but the sounds of skin hitting skin was louder. Kuroo was being tossed around, kicked, punched, spit at. Blood was stained everywhere, and you didn’t know what to do. Even though he was getting beat up so badly, he was still standing. And that seemed to annoy Bokuto. Time was ticking and he was getting impatient. If he was doing to die like that, then he was going to have to do it himself. Bokuto pulls the gun out of his pocket, aiming for Kuroo. You see it just in time and as if your feet were moving on it’s own, you run to shield him before he gets shot. The moment you touched him, you heard the gun shot and everything went black

The feeling of soft sheets under your fingers woke you up. You jolted awake, sitting up in the bed that was all too familiar to you. You were at home, but how did you get here? You checked your body all over but there were no signs of pain or even wound marks. There was no bullet, no bruises, no scarring. So, what the hell happened? Then your mind went to your boyfriend. Getting right out of bed, you ran to his room and he was resting in bed, bandages covering his shoulder.

“Kuroo,” you called out to him, running to his side and grabbing his hand. He shifts in his position, sighing deeply. Then he brings your hand to his lips, placing a small but meaningful kiss on your knuckles.

“You’re up, my dear,” he says as a fact, eyes barely open. Concern washed over you and so many questions came to mind. You didn’t know what to ask first.

“How-what-but I… I took the gun shot for you,” you tried to recall what happened. Kuroo knocks your forehead and you pout.

“You think you’re so slick. I saw what you were trying to do. I flipped you over just in time. Now I have this to remember,” and then points to his shoulder with the bandage. He took the bullet for you. You pout again, feeling bad. Not only did he get beaten up pretty badly, but he also got shot that night? That was supposed to be your job.

“If I didn’t get shot, then why did I pass out?” you questioned, more to yourself.

“I think you passed out from the shock, baby,” he comforted you. It made sense… but when you looked at your boyfriend in this condition, it made you upset. You started to burst into tears and hit him in the chest.

“You idiot!” you yell, accidentally hitting the place he got shot and he jumps up in pain. But you cuddle right up to him to make up for it. But you thought he deserved it.

“What about Bokuto?” you shot up and looked at Kuroo was worry written all over your face. He softly smiles at you and pets your hair.

“We all retreated. For now. But it’s not over,” he tells you. Oh, it is far from over. This is actually just the beginning.

#kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro angst #kuroo oneshot #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo imagine #haikyuu imagine #mafia au #bokuto kotartou

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sugawarassoccerlover · 2 years ago

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so I finally read "In Another Life" and all I have to say is....

"Bokuto no longer smelled like a hospital"

#in another life #bokuaka

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cinnashaun-roll · 4 years ago

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Bokuto no longer smelled like a hospital. Bokuto smelled like... Home.

LittleLuxray

#this is from a fanfic #oh my god #i have avoided reading this for the longest time #i'm crying #and i have a zoom in a few minutes #Bokuto #akaashi #haikyuu #bokuaka #in another life

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nayachann · 4 years ago

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(Bokuaka FanFic)

“Don’t cover that.”

“Cover what?’

“Your smile.”

“Why? It isn’t anything spe-”

“I barely ever see it.”

“Bokuto no longer smelled like a hospital, Bokuto smelled like home.”

“I want us to meet....In another life...”

“I found you”

A trembling, tender laugh escaped

Akaashi, he smiled

“You found me.”

If you guys haven’t read the fanfic yet here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5096105

#bokuaka #in another life #i found you #you found me #bokuto #akaashi #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu #fanfic

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akascow · 3 years ago

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BOKUTO NO LONGER SMELLED LIKE A HOSPITAL

BOKUTO SMELLED LIKE HOME

#NEVER PLANNED THAT ONE DAY ID BE LOSING YOU #in another life #im not even reading it rn lmfao

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mursakisstuff · 4 years ago

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"What's your name?"

"You don't need to know."

"I understand. But for what it's worth, my name is Bokuto."

"It's... Akaashi."

As much as he didn't want to believe it, Akaashi wanted so badly to help.

Why?

"You don't like to see him like that, do you?"

"I wish I never met him "

A cool breeze passed through the garden just then, and in the distance, Bokuto held on tight to the burgundy knit scarf around his neck to keep warm.

"I'm sorry... I never meant to drag you into my life...I know that I'm unbearable. I know that I'm a lost cause. I know that you know that, too... And yet you still stick by me. So...Thank you."

"Don't cover that."

"Cover what?"

"Your smile."

"Why? It isn't anything spe-"

"I barely ever see it."

"It's not fair."

"It's not.But... Here we are. And here he is..."

"Why... me..?"

"Because life is unfair."

"I w...anted to do s-so many things..."

"I know."

"I don't want you to visit me anymore."

"What?"

"Please... Don't visit me... Anymore."

"No. It's a little too late for that."

"I don't... Want you to... Watch me decay."

"I'm not leaving, Koutarou, And nothing you say will make me leave."

Bokuto no longer smelled like a hospital.Bokuto smelled like... Home.

"Ask... M-me w... Why I like... Cloud Atlas so much."

"Well alright... Koutarou, why do you like Cloud Atlas so much?"

"S... So you... Know in the m-movie when... Th... Characters die in one life...?" He kept his weary yellow eyes on Akaashi, waiting for him to nod. Once he did, Bokuto continued. "W-well... I... Like it when... Th-they find each other again... In another life."

"It m-makes me... Feel like I'll h-have another life... One beyond this one... One that's better... Wh.. Where I can actually wake up to you... and be with y... you..." A smile played on his pale, thin lips. "One where we... Can... Live n...normal lives instead of... Living... This one."

"Three words? That's all?"

Please... Please don't say them.

Please don't type them... I don't want to hear them. I don't want to read them. I don't want to know them.

"You are beautiful."

"I want you to know that... I don't regret meeting you."

"I am... Very happy to have met you. And to have gotten to know you..."

"So... Thank you, Koutarou, for talking to me me in the hall that day... And asking me if I was alright. Because I wasn't, then. But... I am, now."

"Good night, Koutarou,"

He couldn't find his pulse.

He kept himself against Bokuto and held onto him with what little strength he had left in him. He didn't get up to alert the nurses, or the doctors, or anyone in the hospital. He knew that once they found out, they would take Bokuto away from him.

So he stayed in place, holding onto Bokuto, taking in his company for one last time before he'd never see him again.

Once Akaashi had left the hospital, he never looked back.

He walked home that day with a balled up blanket in his arms, a burgundy scarf around his neck, and nothing more from the hospital.

"Are you going to his funeral?"

"No."

Akaashi could feel his own pain building up more and more within him. He wished he could fight it, but he knew there was no possible way for him to.

sleep did not come to Akaashi as easily as it used to.

[You probably fell asleep. Sorry for always messaging you so late. Sleep well, Akaashi! I'll see you soon.]

"I'm trying..."

He couldn't bring himself to read over the last four words of the text again and ultimately shut off his phone. He placed it on the counter near his bedside and buried himself into the blanket that he had so openly shared with Bokuto. Akaashi inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, his eyebrows knitting together as his brow creased. It still smelled like him.

"I found you."

A trembling, tender laugh escaped Akaashi. He smiled.

"You found me."

#haikyuu!!#in another life #bokuaka #haikyuu akaashi #akaashi keiji #haikyuu koutarou

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pretty-setter-bois · 4 years ago

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Bokuto no longer smelled like a hospital. Bokuto smelled like... Home.

how have i not cried yet? my... do we even exist? the amount of errors i fixed in order for this to be comprehended, the pain... goodnight .

#in another life #my heart...#akaashi keiji #bokuto koutaro #ファラ rants

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fucknuggetmaguire · 4 years ago

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some of my favourite/most profound lines from In Another Life by LittleLuxray on AO3 (some are sad)

"Apathy-kun."

"They... Aren't really there, are they?"

"Do you want your scarf back?" "Yeah... I do. But I also want you to hold onto it."

"Isn't that what humans do?" "Don't talk like you're not one..."

"That'd be a tough mess to clean up."

"I'm sorry.... I never meant to drag you into my life... I know that I'm unbearable. I know that I'm a lost cause. I know that you know that, too... And yet you still stick by me. So... Thank you."

"Ninety-seven fucking pounds."

"Don't l-le-leave m-me..."

"Don't cover that" "Cover what?" "Your smile."

"I thought you were waiting for the snow. I thought it was what you wanted..." "Mnh-... I... See it... All the t-time."

"Why... me..?" "Because life is unfair." "I w...anted to do s-so many things..." "I know."

"I don't want you to visit me anymore."

Bokuto no longer smelled like a hospital. Bokuto smelled like... Home.

"Well alright... Koutarou, why do you like Cloud Atlas so much?" "S... So you... Know in the m-movie when... Th... Characters die in one life...? W-well... I... Like it when... Th-they find each other again... In another life. It m-makes me... Feel like I'll h-have another life... One beyond this one... One that's better... Wh.. Where I can actually wake up to you... and be with y... you... One where we... Can... Live n...normal lives instead of... Living... This one."

"Just... Because... I didn't... Want you to leave. Sometimes when I... blink... you aren't there anymore..."

"You are beautiful."

"How did you find out that he wasn't... There anymore?" "His entire body was relaxed. His head rested on mine with the weight of someone's who's unconscious."

He re-read 'Sleep well, Akaashi!' and inhaled with frailty. "I'm trying..."

"I found you." "You found me." (of course)

#haikyuu ships #haikyuu anime #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#anime #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #bokuaka #bokuto x akaashi #in another life #sad #quotes #sad quotes #funny quotes #list

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asahiwasabi · 6 years ago

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apple pie

Kuroo’s brain is mushier than the apples inside one of Kenma’s pies.

kuroken, 1k, fluff

read on ao3

There were times when Kuroo loved being a med student. He loved learning about the body and the different ways it worked and interacted with different kinds of treatment; he loved helping people; he loved the thrill of trying to figure out a diagnosis.

And then there were times when he really, really hated it.

Kuroo swore as he dropped his keys for the second time outside of his apartment, groaning as he stooped to pick them up. The past two weeks he had been cramming nonstop for finals, going over every textbook he had ever owned to redo his notes. At the same time, he had been working on his thesis research project, which was proving to be a real pain in the ass because some other students didn't have the common sense to record everything they needed, and he was scrambling to come up with more data to fill in the blanks. On top of all of that, he had his shadowing at the hospital of his dreams, following around the surgeons during the night shifts and trying to stay awake as they showed him all of the impressive things he had only ever dreamed of being able to do.

The past two weeks had been a haze of hospital rooms and textbook words and too much caffeine and honestly, he was drained. He hardly knew what day it was, nevermind how many straight hours he had been awake for.

Finally, he managed to get the keys in the lock and opened the door to the quiet apartment, kicking off his shoes as soon as he had made it in. The smell that immediately radiated upwards reminded him it'd probably been a while since he took a real shower, as well. Their cat, Madame Curie, came over to wind around his ankles, looking up at him like she hadn't seen him in days. She might not have, with how his schedule had been.

As he leaned down to pet her, he noticed the smell in the apartment, warm and vaguely cinnamon-y. Had Kenma been baking? He stood again, taking another sniff. Weird, Kenma hadn't baked anything in a while. Was it a special occassion?

Following his nose, he exited the hallway and stepped into the kitchen, blinking at how clean everything was. Okay, there was definitely something up. Was one of their moms coming to visit? That was usually the only time they cleaned. Sometimes Akaashi did when he was drunk, but Bokuto and Akaashi hadn't been over in almost two months because of everyone's finals.

The smell drifted across his nose again, distracting him and drawing him back along the hall that led him past their living room and back to the bedroom. Curious, he opened the door and stopped dead, eyes wide.

Candles, the good ones that smelled like vanilla and sandalwood and the weird herby one that Kenma liked, lined the room: on top of their dresser, the bedside tables, on top of the window sill. He even caught sight of a few back through the bathroom door.

The source of the smell, a fresh looking apple pie, sat on a tray on the bed with two forks and Kuroo's favorite wine. Confused and a little overwhelmed, he looked back to the bed frame where the best surprise of all, Kenma, was sitting up and putting away his DS.

"Oh, you're home," he said quietly, calmly, not like he had just created a scene right out of Kuroo's dreams.

"Ken--who--what?" Kuroo sputtered intelligently, hand still on the doorknob. "What is this?"

"Ah? Oh." Kenma looked around them, then down at his hands, speaking quietly. "I just--you'd been working so hard lately, and you've barely been home to sleep, I thought you might want to come home to something nice on your birthday."

Kuroo blinked again. "Birthday?"

At that, Kenma looked up, embarrassed expression sliding away in exchange for a judgemental one. "Yes. Your birthday, Kuro. It's today."

Today? Kuroo looked at the calendar above their dresser, blinking once more in surprise. Huh, so it was. He looked back to Kenma, who looked torn between laughter and concern. "You did all this for me?"

Now he did snort. "Of course. You've been working too hard, you need a break. So…" He gestured weakly at the tray. "Pie."

Kuroo grinned, shock finally washing away and a slow, warm affection taking its place. "And candles?" Kenma looked down at his hands again as Kuroo dropped his backpack by the doorway and climbed onto the bed. "And wine, even?"

"Thought you'd like it," Kenma mumbled in response, looking away, and Kuroo laughed lightly, crawling all the way up until he was right in front of Kenma's face.

"I love it, Kitten," he told him, making Kenma blush slightly as he peeked at him out of the corner of his eye. "This is the best birthday surprise I've ever gotten."

Kenma hesitated, looking at him a little longer, before a small smirk appeared. "You didn't even know it was your birthday."

Kuroo groaned as he laughed, pushing forward to press his forehead against Kenma's shoulder. Instantly, Kenma's arms went around him, holding him closely as he relaxed. "Can you blame me? My brain's probably mushier than those apples in the pie right now."

He felt Kenma smile against his hair. "You definitely need to sleep, that was a terrible comparison."

Kuroo's own smile grew wider. He picked up his head, looking up at Kenma. "But pie!"

"Pie can wait," Kenma told him, crinkling his nose. "You need to shower, too. You smell."

"You love it, though," Kuroo teased, leaning forward to kiss him. Kenma rolled his eyes but kissed him anyways, smaller hands sliding up to the back of his head. Kenma's kisses were unlike anything else Kuroo had ever experienced. They were always slow, and soft, but warm and they felt like home to him. Kenma felt like home to him.

After a second, Kenma pulled away with a mocking expression. "Yeah, you really stink."

Kuroo laughed. "I know, don't I?" Kenma rolled his eyes and pushed him away, reaching for his DS again.

"Don't take too long."

Kuroo looked back at him, and the pie, and the wine, and the candles, and his perfect boyfriend on the bed, all sitting there waiting for him.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

#kuroo tetsurou #kenma kozume #kuroken #haikyuu!!#nekoma #hq #my writing #mine #happy birthday miriam!!

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runamoriz · 3 years ago

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"Bokuto no longer smelled like hospital. Bokuto smelled like...Home"

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soranihimawari · 4 years ago

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No Risk, No Reward...

taglist: @kaidasen

Side note: this is the second (2nd) installment I had queued up for “No Risk, No Reward.” story continues after the cut.

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ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚

I was pacing in my room in an attempt to gather my thoughts. I re-read the texts Akaashi sent me and I finally realized my annoyance meter with the volleyball team as a whole was just jealousy for the popularity my two closest friends since junior high were the main reason why my club was going to be dissolved in May. From the televised games I saw at home, they seemed to work well together.

“The world doesn’t revolve around Bokuto-kun, but the alternative would be just a worse case scenario,” I muttered under my breath. I am not leaving Akaashi alone with “emo”- Bokuto, I thought. Although I didn’t live too far from campus, the walk in the thick humid air was going to metaphorically kill me. The cicadas were already chirping at this hour.

In all honesty, I didn’t want to leave my house, however, a brilliant idea entered the forefront of my mind. I browsed my contact list and called the first volleyball club member’s cell. When the courtesy beeps for voicemail had ended their sotto voce tune, I smiled while placing my notebook in my messenger bag. I was pacing my room trying to coordinate a casual study-group outfit.

“Hey, Akaashi. I’m heading to the cafe in my neighborhood; I’m going to bring my calculus notes if you want to study together with Bo-kun. I’ll be there in about twenty minutes or so,” I said. I tapped the red end-call button. I rummaged through my closet and found an old pair of navy ADIDAS sweatpants and slipped them on. I was already wearing a Tokyo Archery 2015 souvenir shirt when I left my room. I found a packet of small hair bands and tied my coarse auburn hair into a loose ponytail. I packed my stationary pencil pouch in my messenger bag outside pocket.

“Study group with volleyball club again?” my mother asked me. She handed me one of our shared thermos. The smell of tangerine tea wafted through the kitchen.

“Yeah,” I replied. I flashed my mom a toothy grin when I took my first sip. The tea was warm, like our relationship, but a bit sour. “We’re meeting up at the cafe down the road.”

“Which subject does Akaashi and Bo-kun need help with this time?”

“Biology for Akaashi and trigonometry for Bokuto, mom.”

“They can sleep over like you three used to when you started at Fukurodani.”

I rolled my eyes, “Mother, would you trust the two of them around me?”

My mother pressed her two hands together and gave me a bodhisattva face of prayer.

“All I’m saying is that you’re lucky to have friends like them. Maybe one day you’ll date those two. They’ve grown up to be quite handsome, Hotaru.”

“Damn woman, you’re thirsty. Go get some water, I think your brain is done working and you’re in heat because you’re going to visit dad next weekend. One more thing,” I felt my ears burn with embarrassment for my mother thinking impure thoughts. “Even if one of them were to ask me out on a date, I won’t tell you because I’d need some time to process what unholy lottery I won to gain either Keiji’s or Kotaro’s affection.”

I stuck my tongue out with my eyes closed and my mother decided now would be the best time to pinch my cheeks since I was giving her sass.

“I know my daughter of mine like my own mind, so you better invite them over if your tutoring session lasts longer than you anticipated,” her tone was ortund in a similar way to her discipling me. My mother didn’t frighten me in the slightest, yet I knew she had kept the traditional values of being a working parent who’s husband worked for a separate city architecture firm close to her heart. Of course that did not stop her from teasing the three of us when we would celebrate my birthday here. Sometimes I wonder if she thought I was insane for picking up archery as my club activity in my third year of junior high. When she asked me why I wanted to learn the rules of archery, I simply stated, “This is the way of our family.” It was a motto my grandparents collectively came up with when my parents named me Hotaru after fireflies danced around the newborn wing of the hospital I was born in.

I glanced down at my phone and noticed the time and drew in a breath. When I exhaled, I realised that wearing my black ballet flats would suffice since I wasn’t roaming too far way from our apartment building.

“OK OK! I’ll think about them sleeping over if Akaashi and Bokuto need additional practice problems. See you later. Don’t wait up for me. I know you have to report to work in the physical therapy office in the morning.”

I tucked my wallet in my bag, took my wrist lanyard with a copy of our apartment keys and locked the door behind me.

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18:00

To: ��(^_^ヘ) Bokuto_Dejected ヘ(^_^ヘ)

Frm: Captain_Muda-chaaaan!〴⋋_⋌〵

I’m here eating a blueberry cheesecake parfait. Waiting on you guys to show up.

18:07

To: Captain_Muda-chaaaan!〴⋋_⋌〵

Frm: ヘ(^_^ヘ) Boku-kun ヘ(^_^ヘ)

OK!

Akaashi said he couldn’t come any more. He needed to talk to Shuichi about strategy for nationals. :)

#norisknoreward #haikyu!! fiction #fukurodani vbc and archery club #oc and ot3s #a gal & 2 best buds #let's write a short story because i'm a hoot

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