#bokuto soulmate

[dumbidiotzone]

uhm... no actually!! i wont shut up because i have to talk about bokuaka too because OH MY GOD ONLY BOKUTO COULD MAKE AKAASHI LAUGH LIKE THAT??? LIKE HELLO?? THEY ARE CANON BECAUSE IM FURUDATE TRUST TRUST

when bokuto says "OKAY WORLD, CHEER ME ON!" HE MEANS AKAASHI I SWEAR. THEY ARE SO GAY FOR EACHOTHER ITS SOOOOOO OBVIOUS. YOU GUYS ARENT SLEEK YOU KNOW THAT. FOR BOKUTO AKAASHI IS HIS WORLD LIKE THEY ARENT SLEEK??/ ESPECIALLY WITH THIS.

YOU BITCHES ARENT SLEEK. YOU GAY AF. "we are the protagonists of the world" HSUTUSUTUPSTHUUPSHUITUP SHUT SHUT HUST WHY IS THIS SO GAAAAAAYYY EUUGHGEJKT LOVE THIS SHIP SO MUCH THEY ARE SO PRECIOUS "give me your 120%" WAS THIS CAUSAL THIS IS NOT CASUAL YOU GUYS ARE NOT CASUAL WE KNOW YOURE GAY NO NEED TO SHOVE IT IN OUR FACE

IM CRYING MYSELF TO SLEEP TODAY /POS I JUST KNOW AKAASHI TAKES THE TIME OUT OF HIS DAY TO WATCH BOKUTO PLAY VOLLEYBALL AND MAKES SURE BOKUTO DOESNT LIKE PUSH HIMSELF TOO FAR LIKE HINATA DID WHEN HE GOT A FEVER YK?? I HATE GAY POEPLE SO MUCH I HATE THEM "akaashi give me your 120%" I HATE THEM I AHTREHRLIHJGJKTGKJHRSTJGEHRSKJHFBRGEHASDJNVGEAKJRHFJ

[dira333]

By a Hair - Bokuto x Soulmate Reader

Request: If your soulmate colors their hair, your hair turns the same color, with Bokuto from Haikyuu. - from @toomanygoldfish

A/N: This was fun to write, now that my health (both mental and physical) is getting better. Thank you for requesting this.

“Are you not feeling well, Bokuto?” Akaashi asks in the morning, concern clear in his voice.

“Akaashi-kun!” Bokuto wails in response, grabbing his Kohai by the jacket. “Does my hair look any different?”

“No?”

“Exactly!” He deflates dejectedly. “I turned eighteen exactly five days ago and nothing changed!”

“Oh.” Akaashi nods in understanding while other students either furrow their brows in confusion or turn their heads away, knowing that Bokuto is something of an enigma - never fully understood.

“What if they never color their hair?” Bokuto asks with desperation. “Will I never find them?”

“You will, surely. But you will need some more patience.”

But this is Bokuto. Patience is not part of his vocabulary.

-

“What if I color my hair?” He asks one day after training, hair down after the shower, but his mind in the clouds.

“That would be a bad idea,” Akaashi reminds him calmly. “Fukurōdani Academy does not allow students to color their hair.”

“What if I color it a natural color?”

“Your teacher would notice. Besides, how would you be able to spot your soulmate?”

Bokuto deflates, but only for a moment, before he comes back with vengeance.

“But if my soulmate goes to another school and colors their hair and therefore my hair turns their hair color, they cannot force me to do anything about it, right?”

Akaashi blinks at him for a long moment, before nodding.

“That is correct. But if your soulmate goes to another school, you will have a hard time finding them.”

“But if I color my hair, I can say I woke up with that and that it’s my soulmate’s hair color.”

Akaashi looks at him, a long, hard stare that drills into Bokuto’s skull hard enough for him to stop, freeze awkwardly in his movement, waiting for his friend to finally speak.

“Bokuto. You are my friend, but you cannot lie. You always tell on yourself. If you color your hair, you will most likely be held back from playing in official matches.”

Bokuto pouts and Akaashi can only hope that his soulmate will be found soon.

It’s the last day of September, just a mere ten days after Bokuto’s birthday.

This will be a long year.

-

“Akaashi!!!!” Bokuto’s voice cuts easily through the noise of the morning, some students jumping to the side when he comes barreling through.

Akaashi, having learned from past mistakes, stays where he is, awaiting his best friend's imminent arrival.

But when he does arrive, he can’t help himself.

“Bokuto! What the f-”

“Isn’t it great?!” Bokuto does a little spin as if he’s showcasing a skirt and not a different hair color. “I woke up like this!”

“If you’re lying-”

“I’m not, Akaashi, I swear I’m not. I went to bed with my own hair and woke up like this. It’s so cool!” Bokuto gushes, while trying to catch his reflection in a window.

“Bokuto Kotarou!” He flinches at the voice. At the top of the stairs, their homeroom teacher looms, the look on his face very telling.

“I didn’t do it!” Bokuto claims. “I woke up like this. My soulmate-”

“That’s not an excuse unless you can prove it!” 

“I didn’t do it! I swear!” Bokuto’s early excitement has left the room. “I don’t even know how to paint my hair.”

“Dye.” Akaashi corrects him out of habit and Bokuto stares at him in shock.

“Akaashi!” He whines. “Don’t be mean.”

“No, not like… You dye your hair, you don’t paint it.”

“Oh.”

Above them, Hoshikori-san huffs annoyed. “Fine. Get to class. And wear something on your head between classes.”

-

Bokuto’s hair is the talk of the school.

His bangs, usually a frosty white, have turned into a bright purple. It’s not a permanent color, as it fades slowly during the month of October, only to turn up just as bright at the first of November.

He clearly loves it, thinks it’s the coolest thing ever, and that his soulmate has the best, most amazing taste in the world, but…

He hasn’t found his soulmate yet.

There is not one other student at Fukurōdani Academy who wears their hair in the same color. No one in his or Akaashi’s neighborhood either.

He’s even spent an entire weekend at the mall, hoping he’ll meet them, but to no avail.

And as the days run through their fingers, his impatience is growing.

-

“Are you guys excited for the training match?” Suzumeda asks as they meet, the early morning leaving them all yawning.

Bokuto looks the most exhausted of them all, his usual energy nowhere to be found even though his hair is a bright purple, signaling the beginning of a new month.

“Are you?” Konoha asks, surprised when Suzumeda nods with a bright smile.

“My Cousin’s coming to watch. She’s a student at Shinzen High.”

“I don’t wanna play…” Bokuto whines behind them, draping himself over Akaashi.

“Oh come on, cheer up, will you?” Konoha asks but Akaashi just shakes his head.

“Very well.” Akaashi declares. “If you feel like you need to stay back, that is your decision. I will keep my eyes open for you then.”

“What do you mean?” Bokuto furrows his brows.

“We haven’t been to Shinzen since your hair started changing colors. I will keep my eyes open for someone with bright purple bangs.”

Suzumeda gasps, her eyes wide. Akaashi is the only one who notices over Bokuto’s sudden enthusiasm as he declares that he’s going to win every set.

If his soulmate is watching, he’ll be sure to play his best.

-

They arrive. They warm up. 

There are a few students watching, but none of them have purple bangs.

“Which one is your cousin, Suzumeda?” Konoha asks and Suzumeda’s eyes flicker over to Akaashi, meeting his before biting her lower lip nervously. 

“She’s not here yet. She’s probably late.”

Bokuto messes up his first serve. He spirals from there.

The Shinzen team snickers, drops little comments until Bokuto is so out of it, Akaashi gestures at their Coach to swap him out.

At that moment, the door to the gym opens a crack, just enough to let one figure slip through.

You might have gotten in undetected if not for your bright purple bangs.

Bokuto, on his way off the court, sees you first.

The sound he makes is something Akaashi never wants to hear again for fear of losing his hearing altogether.

“You! Me! Hair!” Bokuto is a stuttering mess, not because he’s nervous, but because his excitement leaves him lacking air.

You stand there, frozen in the doorway, hands clutched around your bag as your eyes flicker between Bokuto and Suzumeda, whose face is split into a grin.

“Surprise?” She asks just moments before Bokuto leaps forward, grabbing your hands and sinking to his knees.

“You’re my soulmate?! You are so cute!!!!”

-

It’s no surprise that they win their training match, as soon as Coach manages to drag Bokuto back onto the court.

It’s also no surprise that as soon as their last match ends, Bokuto is nowhere to be found. And so are you, conveniently.

Suzumeda shrugs off every nosy question like the pro she is.

“I wanted them to meet naturally.” She snaps eventually. “Leave me out of it.”

Bokuto, to the surprise of everyone, steps onto the Bus in a good mood, waving at you until you’re out of sight.

He drops into his seat next to Akaashi, bright eyes looking far ahead.

“Ne, Akaashi.” He says. “Don’t you think my Soulmate is the coolest?”

“Yeah.” Akaashi agrees easily because this is Bokuto. “They sure are.”

My Kofi if you want to tip me

[oneforblu]

bokuaka makes me so happy and this panel in particular just sums up their bond so well. bokuto beaming complimenting akaashi and akaashi feeling happy and thankful. they really are the “love at first sight” trope if you think about it. bokuto being akaashi’s star while bokuto sees akaashi as the world. since the moment they met, they were always bound to be together on and off the court. they just make me so happy!!

[robynwantstowrite]

Domestic

Pairing: Bokuto x GN! Reader

Warnings: None, no use of Y/N!

Word count: 335

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You and Kōtarō Bokuto have been together for a few years. You lived in a cozy apartment filled with plants, soft blankets, and tiny mementos from your many adventures. Both of you had a love for simple, everyday joys.

Every morning, you would wake up first and make a pot of coffee. Bokuto, always half-asleep, would stumble out of bed and wrap his arms around you from behind as you stirred the milk into his cup. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” you would say, smiling at his messy bedhead. You had a little routine: he would make breakfast while you would water their plants, talking to them as if they could understand you. Bokuto would laugh at you for naming every plant, but he secretly loved how passionate you were about them.

In the evenings, you would cuddle up on the couch, watching your favorite shows or reading side by side. You had a little tradition of making “fancy” grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner on Sundays, where they would compete to see who could make the best one. Bokuto always added way too much cheese, and you teased him for it, but it was always delicious.

One particularly rainy day, you decided to build a fort in your living room, just like you used to when you first started dating. You draped blankets over the furniture and filled the fort with pillows and fairy lights. Inside, you spent the day telling each other silly stories, playing cards, and sharing snacks. It was such a simple thing, but moments like these were what you cherished most.

You and Bokuto didn’t need grand gestures or extravagant vacations to feel happy. For you, love was in the small, quiet moments — in the way you took care of each other, laughed together, and shared a life filled with warmth and affection.

And as the days passed, you knew that no matter what came your way, you would always have each other and your little domestic world of love and laughter.

[mrs-kodzuken]

K.K.T.K on my wrist ♡

Pairing: Kōtarō Bokuto x Keiji Akaashi x fem!reader x Tetsurō Kuroo x Kenma Kozume

WC: 1.9k

Genre: soulmate au, fluff, slice of life

CW: fem!reader, four soulmates, poly relationship, fluff, very soft and sweet

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When I was a little girl, I thought about how a prince would show up outside my bedroom window. He'd take me away to his castle and marry me, treating me with kindness.

Then we'd live happily ever after, just like in the movies.

However, the hardships that came with being a princess made me think that I could handle them. As it turns out, that's not how life is at all.

Not at all.

Plenty of hardships are thrown at you left and right. and it's all about how well you deal with it.

As I got older, my fantasies became more realistic. I wanted to live a small, easy life with the person I so dearly loved.

A small child or kitten running around, giving us entertainment.

Living out our lives to the fullest and being content with simplicity. We didn't need anything more or anything less.

That's how I've always imagined it.

As it turns out, life does throw things at you, but this one was one of the best hardships I'll ever came to love.

And it all begins at the young age of sixteen. A fresh high school student, worried about what people thought about them.

Their hair, clothes, grades, and sometimes even a boyfriend or girlfriend.

However, most of those thoughts got quickly brushed away. On a person's sixteenth birthday, initials will appear on their dominant wrist.

The absolute heart racing feeling full of wonder of who your special significance other could be.

Maybe it was someone who lives halfway across the world. Maybe someone who goes to the same school as you. Maybe someone you grew up with.

Or maybe someone you just happen to know from the internet.

Whatever it may be, they will be bound to meet. Some people say it's fate. Some say even destiny.

However, I just thought it was a clear misconception for me.

I had my dreams significantly crushed by four initials on my wrist. Oh, how I used to despise them—the hate that fueled through me when I looked at my wrist.

Looking back, it was harsh and childish. Life is unexpected; things happen. However, this one was one that's stuck in my favorites, even if it was the opposite of everything I always wanted.

I wouldn't trade it for the world.

The bedroom window was open a bit as the rain fell from the sky. Small devices lit up here and there around the room.

It was an easy night for all of us. Even Kōtarō was quiet, which sparked an interest in me. I was keeping myself busy by reading a book I had been wanting to catch up on.

While also laying on Keiji, who had been next to me reading some other kind of book.

Our beloved Kenma was in the next room over, streaming. The door was slightly ajar, leaving space for the blue rays of light to show on the wall.

I could hear small splashes of water coming from the bathroom. A small, unnoticeable smile gracing my strawberry-colored lips.

No matter how many times I knew water calmed that beautiful boy down, I couldn't get over it.

I had run the bath myself, even adding a few bathroom toys and bubbles, despite it being the late hours of the night. And despite that he was a grown man, we don't in this house.

If I had listened hard enough, I could hear Tetsu downstairs. The soft noise of most likely midnight snacks being made.

It seemed as if we were all content in the house we called home. A shiver ran down my back as I felt the soft breeze come from the window.

The skies were pitch black; if it were a normal night, I'd be on the roof with Tetsu and Keiji. We'd point out the constellations and watch the stars.

It was one of my favorite things to do with them.

If it were later in the afternoon and the sun was slightly straying from the clouds and the rain was soft, Kōtarō would be dancing in the rain with me.

We'd sing our hearts out, then get scolded by our lovely boyfriend, Keiji, who quite possibly seemed like the only sane one in the house.

Besides Kenma half of the time.

The days that it was sunny, and I wished silently that it would rain. Kenma would softly take my hand and lead me to the kitchen.

Even though we both shared the hatred of sunny days, we'd bake something.

Whether it be healthy or not, burnt or just right, muffins or cupcakes. So, our house constantly smells like a bakery. When we wouldn't feel up to baking, a movie was our next best thing.

On hard days when I felt like I really needed something to just get my mind off for a little while, Kuroo was my go-to person.

We'd run to the park and back, putting the stress into exercising. Sometimes, just sitting down with him on a park bench and watching everyone pass by was enough.

However, Keiji was by far the one who comforted me in a strange but loving way. He's the only one I'd talk to. I'd spill all my thoughts to, read a book with, cry to, and observe with.

Being very compatible with each and every one of them made life exciting and, oddly, calming.

"Are you cold? We can shut the window if you'd like." Keiji turned his head toward me, pausing his reading.

"I'll put on a hoodie," I said, shaking my head and loving the smell of rain. However, he knew that that would be my answer.

I'd always wrap up in multiple clothing layers instead of shutting the window.

It was a habit.

I crawled away from him as I watched Keiji place my bookmark in the place I was reading.

Slipping on my pink slippers, I walked out of the room, heading towards the clothing room.

Who knew that living with four other people would bless you with an enormously large house? However, the income we all made could quite possibly also be a reason.

As I walked past Kenma's gaming room, I peered in. My eyes were watching him a bit, I could tell even from when he was turned around that his eyes were glued to the screen.

Knowing Kenma, I knew he wasn't wearing his glasses that protected his eyes. He needed them now more than ever, since it's the late hours of the night.

Backing out, I quickly but quietly moved downstairs. His glasses were on the living room coffee table, if I remembered correctly.

When I was on the first floor, I moved to the living room, where his glasses were. Picking them up, I felt the coldness from how long they've been left alone.

The kitchen light on, curiosity peering through me. I peeked in at the sight of Tetsu sitting on the counter, scrolling on his phone.

He was most likely trying to figure out what we'd be feeling up for to eat after rummaging through our cabinets. God, he could be doing nothing and still look so handsome.

I smiled a little and headed back upstairs. Opening Kenma's door more, I could hear soft grunting from him.

Probably because of a level he was having trouble with.

Setting the glasses close to his keyboard, I leaned down and gave him a soft kiss on the temple. He nodded, his cheekbones glowing with a rouge pink shade.

That small peck meant, 'Please don't forget to wear them.' I could always express myself with small things without actually saying them to Kenma and Keiji.

Usually, I'd have to express my thoughts in a verbal way when it came down to Kō and Tetsu. However, I knew not everyone would be an introvert or just a mind reader.

When I left the room, leaving it cracked like before, I saw his game pause and him slip on the clear glasses.

I made my way back to the room, forgetting about the hoodie I needed to get. When I entered, I saw Kōtarō curled up against Keiji.

His hair was slightly dripping wet, making me cringe a bit.

I spotted his towel, which he had brought back with him instead of hanging up in the bathroom. I softly grabbed it and made my way to him.

He perked up; his yellow eyes seemed to shine a bit brighter in the dark.

"The water will make the bed wet, hon" I softly said, lightly ruffling his hair with the towel.

His arms wrapped around my waist as I continued to get the water out. Wetness and comfortable covers do not mix in my book or even on my book.

I could hear him sigh happily as I played with his hair, trying to get out all the water.

Glancing over to Keiji, his glasses were off, and our books had been set elsewhere. It's movie time.

Kenma would come from his gaming in around fifteen to twenty minutes from now. We'd all cuddle on the bed and watch a cartoon movie.

I walked to the bathroom, setting Kōtarō's towel on his hook. In a house of five people, organization was the best key.

After I cut the lights off, I walked back to see a movie picked up and Kuroo coming upstairs with our midnight snacks.

When I made sure everyone was comfortable in bed, I went to get Kenma. I could basically feel the exhaustion radiating off him. Knowing that he wouldn't get off the game unless someone actually got him.

As I got closer, I gently put my arms around his back. I did it every single time I wanted him to get off the game. I could tell he was fighting himself, wanting to go another round but agreeing.

Soon his system was off and his left hand locked in my right one, walking into our bedroom. We climbed into bed; the rotation was different this weekend.

Each day or week, we'd switch the rotation of who gets to spoon who. It wasn't my idea since I couldn't care less if I was spooning or getting spooned.

However, being the only girl it was kinda nice with everyone being bigger than me, it was kind of hot some nights too.

This time around, Tetsu was spooning me, and I happened to be spooning Kōtarō. After we finished the snacks, I couldn't resist the sleep, which called my name.

Since there were five of us, we couldn't possibly fit in a bed. So we decided to just get one of the biggest; even if we did spoon, I'm sure at least one of us would end up kicking another off the bed.

This has always been how our stay-up nights have been and I wouldn't change it for the world.

When I was a little girl, I thought about how a prince would show up outside my bedroom window. He'd take me away to his castle and marry me.

Well, now that I'm older, it's safe to say that I've got four princes who I was fated with. They agreed to live together with me, and the need to marry wasn't in our minds.

We all knew the reassurance of each other never leaving the other. But if one of us did happen to want to marry? I guess we could.

But this is the end of our weekend night and there was nothing out there that would make me give it up.

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a/n: this is from my book “Haikyuu x Reader One Shots” on Wattpad. I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you have any requests!

the header is made by me, please like/reblog if used <3

[twinstxrs]

thinking about kageyama’s “it’s the setter’s job to break the wall in front of the spiker” in reference to how kenma sponsoring hinata while he’s in brazil and onwards is effectively doing that on a financial level. once a setter always a setter.

[zumicho]

ᡴꪫ MY BELOVED MUTUALS

@mitskicain # — lia !! ♡

@mollyrolls # — molly !! ♡, the barney to my ted <3

@nectardaddy # — dodger !! ♡, president of the ‘GET UP’ club

@sweetfushi # — zee !! ♡, the akaashi to my bokuto <3

@kuroppiii # — ro !! ♡, the patrick to my art <3

@sandwhitches # — mitch !! ♡, twin flame !!, the finn to my bmo !!

@causenessus # — ness !! ♡ , ness my tumblr soulmate <3

@yenonnoff # — yen !! ♡ , the sousuke to my rin <3

@guitarstringed-scars # — mo !! ♡

@cr4yolaas # — rye !! ♡

@kitasuno # — kimiko !! ♡

@meloinurmind # — melo !! ♡

@iiwaijime # — lina !! ♡

@miyamoratsumuu # — frans !! ♡

*added by interaction, not by follow, IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER

ᡴꪫ ANONS

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[slyfoxann544]

Akaashi: The Bokuto Whisperer

[thedeadestmeme]

fellas is it gay to “that day, you talked to me. and i remember thinking how warm you were — how bright. you were shining… like the sun.”. fellas do you ever “the idle fleeting thought that he was ‘a star’ crossed my mind”.

[owlyflufff]

not to make everything about bokuaka again but:

Bokuto’s birthday is on September 20

September 20 =20/09 or 09/20

20 = 4 x 5 

9 = 4 + 5

#4 was Bokuto’s jersey in his third year and when we first meet him in the series

#5 was Akaashi’s jersey number in his second year and when we first meet him in the series

20 = 4 x 5 = Bokuto x Akaashi or Akaashi x Bokuto

9 = 4 + 5  = Bokuto + Akaashi or Akaashi + Bokuto

but also:

Akaashi’s birthday is on December 5 

December 5 = 05/12 or 12/05

#12 was Bokuto’s jersey number when Akaashi first met him and his current jersey number in MSBY Jackals 

#5 was Akaashi’s jersey number in his second year and when we first meet him in the series 

05/12 or 12/05 = Akaashi/Bokuto or Bokuto/Akaashi

even on their birthdays, they’re forever intertwined in each other’s lives :’>>

[gardenofcamellias]

another short scene(s) that will probably (but never say never) get put into a full fic

this one: bokuaka (hq) & coffee shops & university au

i looked back at this draft after two years of not touching it and omg i kinda forgot how much i liked the idea for this fic... i hope one day i can go back to it

fun fact—i lowkey based the whole fic off the title i wanted for it: A Beauty in his Mind

{scene(s) under cut}

Akaashi had been getting more headaches than usual lately. 

Not that it was a surprise. When he told his parents that he would be majoring in Creative Writing in University, they chastised and scolded for weeks on end. 

"It's a waste of time!" his mother declared.

"How are you going to get a job with that kind of major? Might as well be living in a box," his father said, disgusted.

"I can't go into something like chemistry or math!" Akaashi insisted. "Wrapping my brain around all those formulas, not being able to express myself creatively—I can't live like that!"

"You won't be able to live at all with a major like Creative Writing," his mother hissed, as if his choice of major was some sort of curse. "You wouldn't be able to earn enough money to get yourself food at the grocery store."

"After all the sacrifices we made for you..." his father sighed. "You throw it all away with this."

After a month of this, Akaashi resolved to move out. 

Akaashi was able to get an apartment about fifteen minutes from his university. The apartment complex was across the street from a town center with a supermarket, an ice cream shop, and a café. Overall, the town seemed pleasant and peaceful—a nice change in pace from his previous living conditions.

Akaashi was never the type to disobey the rules. He was a good student—in high school he took top level university preparation classes, he got one of the highest scores on exams, he even played in his school's volleyball club as an added extracurricular to put on his applications (it shows great teamwork and leadership skills people always said). But this time, he couldn't just follow blindly with what his parents were telling him to do. He couldn't become a doctor or an engineer like his parents always wanted. Every time Akaashi pictured himself performing surgery on someone or manipulating some foreign formula to build some sort of robot arm, he felt like he was about to suffocate. Writing was his passion—a way to truly be able to show his true colors and say what he was really feeling inside. Akaashi couldn't, no more like wouldn't, throw that away for sake of gaining more security or a bigger paycheck.

But that still didn't make him any less terrified. 

There was no doubt that the choice he was making was a risky one. But if he didn't go down this path, Akaashi would regret it for the rest of his life. He would spend eternity swimming in a sea of what ifs or what would haves. Akaashi was grateful for all that his parents had done for him so far in his life, but now he had to pave his own road—make choices for himself and not for the sake of others. 

Crap, crap, crap, Akaashi thought to himself as he frantically pressed the button that would allow him to cross the street from his apartment complex to the town center. It was already eleven o'clock in the morning, which means the café is bound to be packed already with people. Akaashi needed to score a seat and a table in order to work on his narrative for one of his writing classes. He had writer's block, and looking at the same old walls in his apartment with zero inspiration was making him go crazy—he needed a change of scenery. Originally, Akaashi planned to get to the café early at six o'clock so he could grind out his paper, but he had unfortunately slept through his alarm.

After what felt like an eternity, Akaashi was finally able to cross the street and enter the café. Surprise, surprise, sighed Akaashi. It's crowded. Nevertheless, he clutched the bag he was carrying and headed to the counter to order his usual. 

"One large Caffè Latte please," Akaashi said to the barista.

"Sounds good, one large Caffè Latte," the barista repeated. "That'll be four dollars please."

As Akaashi handed the barista his money, he heard an unfamiliar voice. 

"Interesting choice, although I'm more of an Iced Green Tea guy myself."

Akaashi turned around and suddenly a man around his age was standing next to him. He had black and grey spiky hair with white tips. His golden eyes glistened as the light from above them hit his face. 

"Well it's a good thing it's my order and my drink," Akaashi replied nonchalantly.

When the barista handed him his receipt and he proceeded to walk away, Akaashi could've sworn that the man he spoke to earlier ordered a Caffè Latte from the barista as well. 

He's certainly a character, Akaashi thought to himself, then shook his head. It's his money, he can waste it on whatever he wants with it, even if that includes getting some random drink because some stranger was getting it too. 

Akaashi leaned on a nearby wall while he waited for the barista to make his drink. He got out his phone and started scrolling through the News app to catch up on whatever he missed to pass the time.

You won't believe what the secret ingredient is in this Power Curry!

Weather Update: The Best Time to go to the Beach

This new starting lineup filled to the brim with rising stars!

Water Warriors season three is here! Is it a Hit or a Miss?

"Akaashi!" the barista called from the counter.

"Thank you," Akaashi said, grabbing his drink. 

Now, Akaashi attempted to scan the room for an empty chair so he could work. Nope. Nothing.

Wait!

Akaashi quickly spotted an empty seat at a table in the corner of the room, right next to the front window of the café. The table had room for only two chairs, and from what he could see, someone was already occupying one of them. It would be a little cramped, but Akaashi was desperate. He needed to finish his narrative. It certainly wasn't unusual to share a table with a complete stranger, Akaashi had done it all the time in the library during finals week. 

"Excuse me," Akaashi began. "Do you mind if I sit here-"

"Mr. Caffè Latte!"

It wasn't until then that Akaashi saw the other customer occupying the other seat at the table. Life can be so cruel, Akaashi thought to himself.  It was the stranger who ordered the same drink as him. 

"You know I have to say," the stranger said, taking another sip of his coffee. "I don't know why you get this. It tastes so bitter."

"Then why did you order it?" Akaashi asked, annoyed.

"Because I was curious," the stranger said. "You see, I’ve always wanted to try coffee! You look like a smart person, with your glasses and everything. I figured smart people get good coffee orders."

"But unfortunately, that didn't seem to be the case this time." the stranger continued, shaking his head. "It tastes so bitter."

"Yeah whatever, I didn't come here to be judged for my taste in coffee," Akaashi said. "I came here to ask you if I could sit here in that empty chair at this table."

"Of course!" the stranger exclaimed. The stranger was practically beaming with joy, as if he had been waiting for someone to take the empty seat across from him. 

"Thank you," Akaashi mumbled, and sat down, placing his coffee on the table. He zipped open the bag he had brought in and grabbed his laptop from inside. Akaashi put the laptop on the table, turned it on, and pulled up the Word Doc he was working on earlier with his narrative on it. He scanned through and edited what he had so far: 

Akihiko lived a quiet life. He was the owner of a small bakery at the edge of town, away from the demons. He had no desire to fight them like the other guys in his class did. Running this bakery gave him the means to get everything he wanted: food on his plate, clothes to wear on his back, a roof to sleep under. He was safe. He was happy. Or so he thought.

Once in a while, Akihiko would find himself daydreaming about the life he could’ve lived if he joined the Warriors. Cutting the demons down one by one, telling stories around the fire with his fellow soldiers about the battles they had fought that day. It seemed fun to him. Better than the boring, monotonous life he was living now. Alas, Akihiko shook his head. There’s no fun in being a demon slaying hero if you are dead, he sighed. 

“Whatcha working on?” the stranger asked, a quizzical expression forming on his face.

Akaashi looked up from his screen. “Why do you care? It’s none of your business,” he said.

“Because you looked confused while staring at your laptop,” the stranger said. He smiled. “I thought maybe, if what you are working on is in my area of expertise, I could help.”

Akaashi narrowed his eyes. “I did not look ‘confused’ while staring at my laptop.”

“Even so,” the stranger retorted. “I want to help! You know what they say, two heads are better than one.”

Akaashi sighed, figuring there was going to be no end to the stranger’s banter if he didn’t give in to what he wanted. “I’m working on a narrative for one of my creative writing classes. I’m struggling with writer’s block right now.”

“Ahh I see,” the stranger said, tapping his chin. “That can be difficult. So, what’s happening right now in the story?”

Akaashi eyed the stranger. Why is he so interested in this? Nevertheless, Akaashi continued. “The protagonist is this guy who lives in a village. He lives a quiet, normal life, but at the same time he craves adventure. But he still appreciates the safety and security of his current living conditions. I’m trying to figure out how to get the protagonist to go on this quest I have planned out for him, without making his decision to go on the quest seem out of character.”

The stranger ran his hand through his spiky hair. “Hmmm… Why don’t you just force him?”

Akaashi eyes widened, dumbfounded. “Uh yeah, that’s sort of the point of me writing this narrative. To force the main character to do things that are out of his element. But the problem is that right now, he wouldn’t choose-”

“So don’t make him choose,” the stranger fired back. “Make up a situation where he can’t say no! Something like that.”

Akaashi adjusted his glasses, considering what the stranger had to say. “Make up a situation where he can’t say no?” Akaashi repeated. “It would take some time for me to think of a good scene for the encounter but… that could work-”

“Hey, hey, hey! That’s what I mean!” the stranger exclaimed. “When your book becomes famous, you better list me as one of your significant contributors: Bokuto Koutarou!”

“I’m not writing a book, it’s just a narrative for my creative writing class.”

“Well when you do decide to write a book, make sure you come to me! I like listening to your stories Mr. Caffè Latte! We could bounce ideas off each other!”

“My name isn’t Mr. Caffè Latte, it’s Akaashi Keiji,” Akaashi sighed, rolling his eyes. “Besides, are you even a Writing student? It would be a waste of your time trying to help me write since you don’t gain anything from it.”

“Well, no, I’m not,” Bokuto mumbled, suddenly looking very somber. “But who said anything about ‘gaining’ something? Listening to your ideas—it sounds fun to me! And if that’s the only thing I ‘gain’ from it, that’s alright with me. But if you ask me, I think that hearing your stories will have more benefits than what meets the eye.”

“You… have a strange taste in hobbies Bokuto-san,” Akaashi replied, now beginning to pack up his belongings. It looked like he wasn’t going to get any work done if he stayed in this café any longer.

“Where are you going Akashi?” Bokuto asked.

“Akaashi,” he corrected. “I’m sorry I must cut this conversation short, but I have to return home. I have some things I must take care of. Thank you for this conversation, Bokuto-san. I’ll be sure to keep your suggestions in mind next time I work on my narrative.”

“Anytime Akaashi!” Bokuto exclaimed. “I’ll see you later!”

Akaashi politely bowed towards Bokuto, and headed towards the exit door of the café. See you later? Why is he acting as though we will see each other again? Akaashi thought to himself. To each other, we are merely strangers. We met in this café by pure coincidence. Just two passerbys in the sea of chance. We will probably never see each other again.

But, if there was one thing Akaashi knew for certain, it’s that Fate deals her cards in the strangest ways. 

As Akaashi left the café, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Bokuto take another sip of the Caffè Latte he ordered. Bokuto cringed. “So bitter.” ***

As Akihiko prepared to close up his shop for the night, a man came bursting through the doors of the bakery. His long cloak draped over his body and clothes, his white hair brushed in all sorts of directions, his golden eyes were wide, and his face appeared frightened.

“Please! You have to help me! You have to help me save my sister! She was captured by the demons!”

“I’m so sorry,” Akihiko apologized. “But I do not know how to fight demons. Maybe if we were to report this-”

“No!” the stranger said, forcefully. He pulled out a note from his cloak. “It has to be you!”

Akihiko opened the note. It read:

Brother, you must help me. I’ve been kidnapped by demons. Seek Akihiko, the owner of the bakery at the edge of town. He will be able to help you.

“I… I don’t understand,” Akihiko replied, his words shaking. “I… I don’t know you or you sister!”

“I don’t know why it says that either—but that’s what she wrote. Those were her last words to me!” the stranger exclaimed. “Please, I’m begging you, help me save my sister!”

Akihiko looked at the stranger. “I guess I can’t say no, huh?” ***

Akaashi had to lean on the crosswalk pole for support. With the deadline for his narrative looming in the distance, his sleepless nights increased. His limbs felt like boulders, sometimes if he zoned out too much, it would be difficult to walk. I just need a cup of coffee to wake me up, Akaashi told himself. Then, I’ll be okay. 

When the crosswalk signal indicated that it was safe to cross the street, Akaashi trudged along, itching to get to the café. Luckily, Akaashi was able to wake up on time today, so there would be plenty of seats available. 

He hadn’t been to the café in a couple days (he hated how reliant he was on caffeine in order to become just a functional human being), but Akaashi was getting desperate. He needed to get this paper done. He needed this paper to be good.

As he approached the café, something caught his eye in the corner table next to the front window. Black and grey. Spiky. White tips. Golden eyes. No… It couldn’t be…

Akaashi rubbed his head. He paid no mind to it. He entered the café. 

“Akaashi!” he heard a voice say.

Akaashi turned his head towards the source of the sound. It came from the corner table near the front window. It was…

“Oh, hello Bokuto-san,” Akaashi said, bowing politely, hoping to hide his annoyance. 

Bokuto motioned for him to come over to the table where he was sitting. Akaashi begrudgingly followed in order not to be rude. 

“How have you been!” Bokuto exclaimed, as if he and Akaashi were close friends. “How’s the story coming along? I hope you took my advice into consideration!”

“It’s going along fine,” Akaashi said, itching to get away from the conversation as fast as he could. “And your advice was very helpful, thank you.”

Bokuto smiled wide. “That makes me happy to hear!” he said, pleased with himself. “Oh! You must be here to work! Here, put your stuff down on the chair on the other side of this table. You can keep it here while you go get your drink.”

Akaashi shook his head. “I’m sorry, but I have to do a lot of work today. Besides, there are plenty of empty seats available. I don’t want to intrude-”

“Intrude?! Don’t worry about it, you aren’t intruding!” Bokuto said. “I told you, I like listening to your stories, they’re very interesting! And I know you have to work, so I promise I won’t bother you when you need silence. Just give me the word, and I put in some headphones and listen to music or something so it’s quiet when you work. So please, come sit next to me?”

Akaashi sighed. While Akaashi still had a ways to go before his paper was finished, he would feel terrible rejecting Bokuto’s offer to share the table with him. He figured as long as Bokuto respected when he needed silence to work, it wouldn’t be such a big deal. “Okay, fine. Can you do me a favor and watch my stuff for me while I go get my drink?”

“Sounds good to me!” Bokuto exclaimed, smiling again. 

Akaashi noticed that Bokuto smiled a lot. He was practically beaming with plain and pure happiness. It seemed like even the smallest things would fill Bokuto with joy. Akaashi suspected that if Bokuto found a lucky penny on the sidewalk on his way home, he would get so excited, the people around him would think he had just won the lottery. 

Akaashi once again walked up to the counter to order his usual. “Can I get one large Caffè Latte?”

“Of course,” the barista said. “For Akaashi, right?”

He was taken aback. “You… remember my name?”

“Usually, only locals come to this café,” the barista replied. “You get used to remembering names and faces when it’s the same customers that come in every single day.”

“I see,” Akaashi said. “I’m sorry I can’t seem to remember yours.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. You’re not the one on the clock anyways,” she reassured. “Here’s your receipt.”

“Thank you,” Akaashi replied, walking away from the counter.

Once Akaashi got his drink, he joined Bokuto again at the table.

“So, so?” Bokuto asked. “How’s the main guy doing in the story? What do you have written so far since the last time you came here? What’s happening right now?”

Akaashi saw no benefit protesting in answering Bokuto’s endless stream of questions. He figured he would just end up answering them in the long run anyways. Akaashi guessed that was the type of guy Bokuto was—the type that just pulls you in. Even if you didn’t care about him. Even if you weren’t interested in him. Even if you didn’t even know him. None of that mattered, once you get pulled into a conversation with him, you just can’t take your eyes away. His overbearing attitude was infectious, and soon enough all you want to do is hear more. You want to understand him. Why did he talk to you? Why is he so interested? Why does he care? Bokuto was an enigma. Once you meet him, all you will do is try and solve the puzzle. 

“Here, I think it would be easier if you just read it for yourself,” Akaashi said, turning his laptop towards Bokuto so he could see the screen. “Don’t worry, I haven’t written much, so it’s not a long read.”

Bokuto’s golden eyes widened, glistening under the light from above. Glistening. They were always glistening. “I get to read it? I’m honored, thank you!” Bokuto smiled. 

“It’s not a big deal,” Akaashi mumbled. 

“What do you mean?” Bokuto asked, curious. “Usually, writers are really protective about who gets to read what they write, especially things that are a work in progress.”

“Yes, I guess so. I think it’s because in my experience writers are usually proud of what they’ve written. They’re afraid that whoever they show it to won’t like what they read,” Akaashi stated. “But that’s not really a problem here. I’m not really proud of this narrative.”

“What?! Why not?!” 

“I mean, I don’t think it’s bad per se. It’s not as good as it could be,” Akaashi clarified. “It’s been really hard to write this narrative that’s all. I force myself to work on and write on this piece everyday because of my deadline coming up. But everything I’ve written in this narrative is just word vomit.”

“Word vomit?” 

Akaashi sighed. “I’ve been having really bad writer’s block these past couple months. Everything I try to write in my free time eventually just falls flat. The only reason why I’m even making progress on this narrative is because it’s required for my class. But even the things I do type out for my narrative, it’s just garbage. If I’m being honest, I have no idea where this story is even going.”

Bokuto frowned in response.

“Ah, I’m sorry,” Akaashi apologized. “I guess I’ve just been really frustrated these past couple months and needed to vent. I’m sorry you had to hear all of that.”

“No, it’s fine, don’t worry about it!” Bokuto assured him. “If you need to vent or complain or anything, you can always come to me.”

Akaashi politely smiled. Honestly, the idea of sharing all of his personal problems with a complete stranger terrified him. Yet, with Bokuto, for some reason, it didn’t feel like that. Nevertheless, Akaashi was still hesitant. “Thank you Bokuto-san, I will keep that in mind.”

“Mmhmm! Of course,” Bokuto said. “I’m going to keep reading this now.”

“By all means,” Akaashi replied, taking a sip of his coffee.

Akaashi stayed quiet to let Bokuto finish reading the draft. He glanced around the café, looking at all the customers talking, laughing, drinking their cup of Joe to receive their energy for the day. But somehow, someway, no matter where he looked, his eyes would always fall back onto Bokuto. He had a strong form. He definitely must work out or something. Akaashi could see Bokuto’s chest rise up and down as he breathed. As Bokuto’s eyes scanned the laptop screen (they were glistening, of course), there was this childlike curiosity about them. As they say, the eyes are the windows to the soul and from one glance at Bokuto’s, Akaashi could tell that he was really interested. There was no lying or manipulation involved—he genuinely wanted to get to know Akaashi. 

But why? Akaashi asked himself. Why are you so interested in me? I’m nothing special. His eyes landed on Bokuto once more. Akaashi couldn’t place it, but there was something different about him. He stood out, that’s for sure. How could he not? His grey and black hair spread in all directions, it resembled how an owl’s feathers would be spread. He was loud, boisterous. All eyes would turn to him whenever he would walk into a room—that’s just the type of guy he was. No matter how hard you try, it’s impossible to look away. If anything it should be the other way around: it should be Akaashi that’s interested in Bokuto. Because if there was one that Akaashi knew, for better or for worse, Bokuto was something special.

“Akaashi?”

“Oh? What?” 

“I finished reading your draft,” Bokuto explained.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I must’ve zoned out,” Akaashi apologized. 

“It’s no problem,” Bokuto said. “I really like it! You're such a good writer Akaashi! You must be really hard on yourself if you think this is bad.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” Akaashi said. “But when you’re a Creative Writing major, the professors expect you to be good at writing, so there’s a lot of pressure added whenever a large paper is due.”

“Oh, I see, that must be really difficult,” Bokuto said.

“Yeah, and to top it all off, I have no idea where this story is even going,” Akaashi huffed. “I’ve been in this writer’s block slump for so long, I forgot what it’s like to get a really good idea, you know?”

“Hmm I think I sort of understand,” Bokuto responded, rubbing his chin. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers. “Are you free tomorrow?”

“I have class in the morning, but I should be free in the afternoon,” Akaashi replied, raising an eyebrow. “Why do you ask?”

Bokuto smiled. “I’m going to get you out of your writer’s block!”

Akaashi eyed him suspiciously. “I’ve tried many things to help me get out of my slump—exercise, meditation, more sleep, you name it. No offense, but how do you think you are going to get me out of my writer’s block?”

“Hey, hey, hey! At least let me try!” Bokuto protested. “After all, the last time I gave you advice, it ended up working out for the better, right?”

Akaashi couldn’t help but admit he was right. “Okay fine, what did you have in mind?”

“Tomorrow, meet me at Koi Park at four o’clock p.m. There should be some benches near the information building of the park, let’s meet there.”

“How is this supposed to help me get out of my slump?”

Bokuto gave a more mischievous smile this time. “You’ll see.”

Akaashi tried to ask more questions, but Bokuto wouldn’t give. What am I doing? Akaashi scolded himself. He should be studying, working on his projects, attending office hours for his professors—not getting stringed along by some stranger’s convoluted plot to help him even though he barely knew who he was. But that was the power of Bokuto: he pulls you in, he makes you listen. He attracts you with his bright eyes and beaming smile. He’ll reel you into his light and before you know it…

“Okay, I’ll see you then.”

…you’re blind.  ***

“You were having a long conversation with that customer, Kaori.”

“Are you insinuating something, Yukie?”

“No, no, not at all,” Yukie replied, acting innocent. “But, I mean, do you think he’s cute? I mean I don’t blame you. You got the glasses, the hair, the eyes, the glasses…”

“What?! Akaashi? No!” Kaori retorted. “You know I’m dating someone already.”

“I know, I know. But for the record, it is not a crime to look,” Yukie stated, filling an endless line of coffees with whipped cream. 

“It’s just,” Kaori began, as she poured more coffee beans in the coffee maker. “I recognize Akaashi. We go to the same university. He’s in one of my classes. But…”

“But what?”

“Whenever I see Akaashi in class, he always looks so sad,” Kaori said. “I felt sorry for him. It looked like he’s been going through something.”

“Oh?” 

“But the past couple times Akaashi has come into the café, he’s sat at that same corner table near the front window,” Kaori observed. “And I noticed, he doesn’t look as sad anymore.” 

“Well good for him then,” Yukie said. “He probably found something, like a new hobby or show, to lift his spirits or distract him from whatever’s going on.”

Kaori glanced over at the corner table again and saw Akaashi. He looked exhausted for one. However, he wasn’t wearing that same crinkled, frustrated expression he always wore before when he was in class. He looked like he was almost… beaming.

“Yeah.” ***

Akihiko let the stranger stay the night in his cottage. They would leave the next morning in search for his sister. Meanwhile, Akihiko got to learn more about the stranger.

His name was Bunta. His younger sister, Wakuri, was still a young child, so she just followed him wherever he went. Bunta was a traveling salesman—he and his sister trekked all across Japan to sell their goods to willing buyers. When Akihiko asked why he didn’t just open up a permanent shop, he just shrugged.

“I can’t stay cooped up in one place for too long,” Bunta replied. “Makes me feel like I’m suffocating.”

“But your business would be much more profitable if you had a real shop,” Akihiko suggested. “You would have a lot more loyal customers if-”

“Ehh, don’t really care about making bank,” Bunta said, shrugging again. “As long as I make enough money to keep Wakuri and I well and healthy, I don’t need all of that other fancy stuff. I’m more interested in traveling all over Japan—seeing the world you know?”

“Seeing the world… Huh…”

“What about it?” 

“Oh nothing,” Akihiko replied. “I’ve just never been outside this city before.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” Akihiko confirmed. “I’m kind of scared. This little quest of ours will basically be my first trip.”

Bunta gave Akihiko a large grin. “Then allow me to be your guide.”

[dira333]

To be known - Akaashi x reader - Soulmate AU - Alternate Version

As I mentioned, I struggled a bit with this one and this is the version that was the most advanced before I found what worked best.

@misfit-megumi​ I post the second version for you

No one really knows when it started and no one really how it works, but at a certain point your dreams become no longer your own.

They call it the edge of adolescence and for some, the night they first dream a stranger's dream, is quite the shock. Other faces, other languages than you’re used to. And the only remedy is meeting the person whose dream you’re dreaming.

For others, there is no clear difference. It’s harder to find someone you’ve already been close to when you don’t even know that you have to start looking.

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You’ve always been creative, your mind a whirlwind. 

Last night you dreamt your mother clapped her hands and you turned into a frog, tiny, green, and oh so content, sitting on the giant leaf of salad you’d been supposed to eat.

But tonight your dream is anything but that.

.

You’re in front of a huge net and you’re so close to panicking, you can taste your own heartbeat.

There’s a ball up in the air, a twirling mass of blue and yellow. It’s far too slow to be realistic, the time stretching thinner than chewing gum before you blow a bubble.

But the bubble never pops. The ball doesn’t drop, you’re just staring up at it, your mind reeling.

Who do you set it to? Should you do a feint? Will you even be able to touch it?

And then, when you’re ready to faint from tension alone, the dream shifts so fast you get motion sickness, saliva pooling in your mouth as you stand in front of a class of unfamiliar faces, the teacher asking you something but his voice is so low you can’t make out what he’s saying.

It starts a circle, a loop of you asking him to repeat it and his voice staying that low, low rumble you can’t understand while the class watches you with more eyes than there are students.

Someone coughs as if to hide a laugh, more noises follow and the classroom erupts, a cacophony of sound until your hands are pushed against your ears and you want to scream.

You wake up at that moment, clamber out of your room and, for the first time in a long time, slip into your mother's bed.

.

You miss your dreams. You miss the comfort of the craziness, giggling with your friends the next morning as you tell them what outlandish story your head has produced.

You miss the calmness of sleep. 

You spend half a year afraid of falling asleep until your grades drop so low, your mother drags you to a doctor. 

There’s not much you can do because it’s not your anxiety. 

Sleeping pills make you hazy - and you still want to get to know your soulmate, no matter how horrible his dreams are - and plant-based medicine usually makes you throw up in the middle of the night.

When there are no other options than to break the bond or keep fighting, you take your fight to the world wide web.

By the time you graduate from Inarizaki high school, you’re an expert when it comes to all things anxiety.

You keep a journal with you, make sure to eat healthy, and do light exercise before bed.

But you also graduate with a job offer, a full-time assistant manager position for MSBY, and a deep longing for your soulmate.

.

You know so much about him now. 

How he misses his best friend Bokuto, memories of him often the only source of comfort in his anxiety-ridden dreams, and how much he cares for his team.

You’ve gotten into Volleyball because of him, wondering if you dream as much of the sport as he does.

No longer do you dread the dreams he shares with you, rather you see them as a way to comfort him, to take away the stress at least for the night.

.

In your fourth year at MSBY you get the news of a player getting drafted, the name Bokuto ringing several bells. You meet him over Atsumu threatening the newcomer.

A quick slap across the back of his head shuts the blonde up promptly.

“Bokuto-kun!” You smile at him in earnest. “It’s so nice to have you here! Don’t listen to Tsumu, he’s a menace but he’s all bark and no bite. Do you need any help settling in?”

“Ah, you’re so nice!” 

Bokuto takes your hand and shakes it vigorously. “I am so glad you’re our manager! We did have cute managers at our College but they were never as nice as you!”

To say you’ve dreamt of this moment would be a lie - if you did, you hope that his friend caught the hints - but you prepared for his arrival. Too bad he’s four days early.

“Don’t bother flirting with her!” Atsumu tells him with a pout. “She’s waiting for her soulmate.”

You bite your tongue at his comment.

“You’re a bit early so your jersey isn’t in yet, but you’re welcome to join training as soon as you feel settled in. If you have any questions, you can come to me.”

“I told you that you should have waited four more days, Bokuto-san.”

His voice is smooth but it cuts through you like lightning. 

From somewhere behind Meian, a tall figure steps forward, a slender hand grasping Bokuto’s shoulder.

He sends you an apologizing smile and Atsumu elbows you in the side when you don’t speak, too stunned to process the reality of it.

He’s here. He’s here and you can see it now, the furrow of his brow, the little shiver of his lip.

Just as you think you’ve gathered your words, another person steps forward, hand grasping Bokuto’s other shoulder.

“Ah, the earlier the better, wouldn’t you agree?”

To your utter demise, Bokuto has two best friends and brought both of them with him.

Your heart stutters in your chest, realizing that you know so much about your soulmate but not enough. What’s his name? Did he ever dream about someone calling him by name? Did he ever dream about his own looks?

You can’t remember and anxiety is reaching for your heart. 

Now that you need it, all the knowledge comes in handy.

You take in a deep breath and focus on five things you can see. Bokuto’s blinding smile, his huge hands still holding yours. The way the light catches in the glasses of his pretty friend -

“You want to train?” Atsumu interrupts your exercise rudely, “We’ve got spare training jerseys.”

“Oh, can I?” Bokuto looks at you and you stutter out a nervous “Yes, of course.”

“Well, in that case, I’ll go over some stuff with Meian. Call me when you need me.” His taller friend, hair a wild mess and grin even wilder, waves at you as he turns around, reducing your group to two.

He’s pretty and calm, but you’ve met enough calm people to know that quiet waters run deep.

“How nice of you to accompany your friend.” You offer a compliment and he eyes you carefully for a second before taking a deep breath. You wonder if he’s anxious too, wonder if he knows you.

“Would you mind showing me around?” He asks, his eyes traveling over the people around you.

“Oh, sure. Follow me.”

Predictably, the weight on your chest eases when you step outside, a strong wind pushing the hair out of your face. You laugh softly until you turn to see him, Akaashi, as he had introduced himself, standing there, stiff as a board.

“Are you okay?” You ask and his eyes snap back to yours.

“What-” He clears his throat. “What did I dream tonight?”

You laugh again, louder this time, so much easier too, as if the tension can only leave you through laughter.

“How did you know?” You ask when you catch a breath, your hands already reaching for his.

A small smile forms on his lips and he takes your hands, slender fingers fitting just right around yours.

“You dream of yourself in third person.” He tells you what you’ve forgotten long ago. “I’ve seen you every night.”

“So you knew how I looked like but not who I was as a person?”

His smile grows bigger. “I have to disagree with that. Your dreams tell a lot about you as a person.”

“Why? What did I dream last night?”

He laughs now, his face changing with it. He looks so much younger when he laughs, at ease with himself and the world. 

“You rode a cow over the ocean.”

“Oh.” You can’t help giggling. “That does sound like me.”

.

Three years later Keiji has moved in with you. 

You’ve since learned that your dreams are your own when he sleeps by your side but if you fall asleep without him there, you’ll dream his dreams instead.

That wouldn’t be a problem if he had stopped dreaming about his worries.

Your phone alarm wakes you around midnight and you groggily move towards the kitchen, fully expecting him to either have a quick snack or go over his notes one last time before bed. 

Tonight he’s crouched over his phone, mumbling as he reads through something.

The sight is so familiar, his whole demeanor so well-known it’s soothing on it’s own.

You know what time of the month he comes home late and what food he likes to eat right before bed.

Most importantly, you know he’ll wake up in pain if he keeps up that posture.

You step up behind him, slinging your hands around his shoulders as you press into his back.

“Hey,” you mumble into his hair, “Straighten your back.”

He chuckles but it sounds terse and you rub his stomach comfortingly. 

“Don’t worry,” You tell him softly. “I am going to say yes.”

There’s a soft thud and you guess that he just dropped his phone.

“How- How did you know?”

“You’ve dreamt about it.” You remind him softly and kiss his ear. “And I know you.”

There’s a soft sigh and his body relaxes. 

“Will you let me propose properly?”

“Sure?” There’s a smile in your voice. “I’ll let you have all the moments you need. But don’t worry about it. I am going to say yes.”

My Kofi if you want to tip me

[passerine-writes]

Symbols - Chapter 45

Warnings: EVERYTHING FROM HERE ON OUT THAT IS CANON IS MANGA BASED, THIS IS YOUR POTENTIAL SPOILER WARNING IF YOU ONLY WATCH IT! Komini. He’s his own warning. Word count: 2690

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Chapter 44 | Chapter 46

I sat on the couch in the hotel, exhausted after the major anxiety spike earlier. Keiji sat on my left and Koutarou used my thighs as pillows. Most of the second and third years were in the common area, the majority of them holding a conversation. Even though Inarizaki was disqualified today, the hotels were paid until the end of the events, so they were staying through to the end of it and simply observing the rest of the matches. There was quite a bit of tension floating around due to Inarizaki's loss, which was understandable. Atsumu seemed to be taking it the hardest, his brother sulking right beside him. Konoha and Sakusa were also sulking due to this but tried their hardest to mask it.

I gave Sakusa a pleading look, knowing that out of anyone, he had the best chance of cheering up the faux blond. He rolled his eyes but moved and stood beside Atsumu. The blond looking up at him with puppy dog eyes while Sakusa sent him a curt nod.

"Hey Osamu, wanna go on a walk?" Konoha asked softly, hands tucked in his pockets. Osamu looked at him with wide eyes but quickly composed himself and nodded, following his soulmate to the door.

Komini poked his head in and awkwardly entered the common area, opting to stand in the corner again.

"Hey Suna, I almost forgot something." I called out to the middle blocker, the quiet boy raising a curious eyebrow at me. I waved him over and showed him the pictures I captured of him with his arms down the sides of his shorts. He glared at me in a nonthreatening way and crossed his arms.

"Delete it." I locked my phone and placed it by Kou.

"Never. Just be happy I'm not sending it in the group chat." I pushed back, knowing it was in good fun.

"I'm watching you, Kaara." He stated casually.

"That sounded a lot creepier than I think you intended." I told him, trying to stifle my laughter. He simply shrugged and returned to the chair he was sitting in. Komini just watched the whole interaction. It made me slightly uncomfortable, however Keiji decided to distract me by playing with my hair, the braids forgone after my shower earlier. I hummed in content and relaxed further into his body. I forced my eyes open so I wouldn't fall asleep and saw that Komini was still staring. I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to say something but was met with him nodding his head towards the hall. I sighed loudly and stood up, gently moving Kou's head to Keiji's lap. "What?" I asked him softly, still completely drained after earlier. The two of us stood around the corner, still in sight of two of my soulmates.

"What happened earlier?" He asked, clearly trying to reign in his attitude.

"I had a panic attack and it made me throw up, it happens sometimes. What about it?" He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly giving it his all not to be a jerk.

"I meant, why did you have a panic attack over a dumb text? Seems weird." He gritted out, his nice guy act finally gone.

"Just more things you don't know and I don't feel like sharing. To put it into perspective, it would be the same thing if your soulmates mom decided to text your moms ex because she knew him and was still buddy buddy with him." He glared at the ground before directing the look to me.

"How the fuck do you know about that?" He took a step forward and I instinctively took one back but met the wall. My anxiety skyrocketed. I froze and held my breath, my body refusing to move or say anything.

In a matter of seconds, Komori was pushing Komini away while Keiji and Koutarou made a human barrier between us. My eyes darted around nervously, my hands clenched into fists by my sides.

"Kaara, look at us. Okay? You're safe. You're safe here." Keiji said softly. I took a shaking breath and nodded, trying to steady my remaining nerves. "It's okay." I tugged my lower lip between my teeth and wrapped my arms tightly around the two of them. "Do you wanna go upstairs? Or do you want to go back to the common area?" He asked gently, patiently waiting for my response. I mumbled a small 'upstairs' and followed the two up the stairs. "Is it okay if we call Kenma and Tetsurou? They texted the group chat asking if you were alright." My stomach twisted itself with guilt, feeling horrible for worrying everyone. "Hey," Keiji mumbled, slowly bringing his hand up to cup my cheek, angling my face up to look at him, "there's no need for any of that. We like knowing how you're feeling, even if it isn't always a nice feeling. Is it okay if we call them? If not, it's alright, we can always text them."

"I'm okay with calling them." I mumbled, frustrated with myself for how I reacted earlier. I'm stronger then that, I shouldn't have frozen. Koutarou placed a gentle kiss on my temple and wrapped a sturdy arm around my waist.

"Hey, is our little atom okay?" I heard Tetsurou ask through the phone, Keiji putting it on speaker.

"You're on speaker, Tets." The setter stated softly, sitting beside me on the bed.

"Hey, baby, are you okay?" I took in a shaky breath, still trying to find my voice.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you guys." I said meekly.

"Don't apologize, love." Kenma chimed in. "Do you wanna talk about what happened?" I licked my lips nervously, moving to pick at my fingers until Keiji stopped me by slipping his hand in between my own.

"Uh, Komini wanted to talk so we stepped off to the side. He wanted to know what happened earlier and I explained it briefly, he asked me why I had a panic attack over a dumb text so I compared it to if his soulmates mom decided to text his moms ex boyfriend who was horrible and he got upset and asked me how the fuck I knew about him. He stepped forward and when I backed up I hit the wall and I just froze." I stated blandly, silently disappointed in myself.

"Komori ended up pushing Komini away and Koutarou and I went to Kaara." Keiji finished for me.

"There's nothing wrong with freezing up, sometimes I freeze up when I get really anxious." Koutarou said, trying to help as best as he could.

"I'm just, I'm mad at myself for freezing. I taught myself when not to growing up but I still do sometimes." Keiji looked at the ground intensely, clearly upset that I had to teach myself not to freeze for certain situations.

"It happens sometimes, it might be happening more because you're not in the same environment. There isn't a constant need to protect yourself physically anymore." Tetsurou explained calmly, knowing it was a difficult subject for me to talk about.

"I guess that makes sense.." I mumbled, content to have even a potential answer. "I'm sorry." I whispered, leaning my head on the oldests shoulder.

"What're you apologizing for?" Kenma asked.

"We're all in a relationship now, and right after I confess and join the relationship, I'm already causing issues." I explained, my voice strained.

"You haven't caused any problems, little atom." Tetsurou said gently. I shook my head lightly in minor protest but he kept speaking. "People in your life have been causing problems and have been stressing you out. You didn't ask for that." I sniffled and nodded, melting a little more into Koutarou's warm body. "Do you wanna talk about anything else that happened today?" I knew he was asking about what happened with Kenma's parents so I obliged. I slowly explained a majority that happened earlier with the setter's parents. The four looked pissed and I could feel it flowing through our bond. "We're not mad at you, pretty." I relaxed hearing that, Koutarou's hand coming up to run through my hair. "Feeling better?" I nodded again and took a shaky breath.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled again. "I'm trying not to, but I still feel bad."

"You're trying and that's what counts." Keiji reassured me softly, leaning over to place a kiss on my temple.

"I wish we could come over and help more." Tets said softly, the man pouting on the other end of the electronic.

"It's okay, Tetsurou. It's not your fault." I said softly, watching as a coy smirk came on his face that made me roll my eyes. "Okay, you proved your point."

"Well, I'm sorry about my parents. They shouldn't have commented on anything and my mom shouldn't have texted yours." Kenma said gently while pulling some of his hair back in a low pony tail.

"It's okay, Ken Ken." I whispered, running a hand through my waves with disgust. "Keiji? Can you braid my hair again, please?" I asked him softly, starting to feel myself reach a new point of crashing.

"What did his mom say to you, pretty?" I tugged on my lower lip and tried to work up the courage to say it, knowing I would just be disappointing them again.

"She said I could use some work on my midsection and thighs." I sighed, already feeling guilty about all of their frustrations building up, but I bit my tongue despite what I wanted to say.

"Let it out, love." Kenma told me and it seemed that just let the flood gates snap.

"I don't understand what the hell she's seeing. Yeah, I've gained weight, so what? I am still healthy and then she's going to try and blame it on me quitting volleyball? Bullshit. If she's so close with my mother then she should know it's because I'm no longer only eating portions meant for an elementary schooler. Not my fault that I had to live with a fucking control freak for years who had a conniption fit if I gained a few pounds." Everyone stared at me in disbelief while I just deflated. "Sorry, I didn't mean to raise my voice with any of you or misdirect my anger."

"You little firecracker, we know you weren't taking it out on us. You were just finally letting it out." I sighed, thankful for Tetsurou knowing exactly what I meant with my tangent. "And she had no right to comment on your body, plus she has no idea what she's talking about, your stomach and thighs are to die for." I blushed and rolled my eyes since I couldn't move my head while Keiji braided it.

"No, he's right. I want to take a nap on your thigh pillows after the tournaments are over." Kenma told me point blank.

"Fine, you can take a nap on them after nationals." He smiled lightly at the confirmation.

"Feeling better, cutie?" Koutarou asked me before placing a swift kiss on my cheek.

"A little." I whispered, giving him a tender smile. In turn, he gave me a bright, wide smile, easily making me smile a little more.

I sat there while the boys talked, basking in their presence. My hair was soon braided, Kenma and Tetsurou went to bed, and soon, Keiji, Kou and I did the same. I laid between Koutarou and Keiji, curling into the latter's chest while Koutarou spooned me. Sleep came quickly and all consuming, so much so, it was difficult to wake up in the morning.

I managed to drag myself out of bed, Koutarou jokingly pulling me off the mattress before him and Keiji got changed. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and said he would see me downstairs. I rifled through my bag and found a pair of thermal leggings and a cropped tank top with a small sweetheart neckline that went down just far enough to show the top of Koutarou’s owl while displaying most of Keiji’s books. But I couldn’t find anything to layer it with. On a whim, I wrapped my arms around my stomach and went downstairs in search of two of my boyfriends. Kou stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me, Keiji simply smirking softly.

“Damn, Kaara. Lookin’ good.” Atsumu said as he came around behind me, making me roll my eyes.

“Shut up, Atsumu.” Osamu said as he walked in after. I quickly walked up to my boyfriends, Koutarou’s eyes glued to my chest. More specifically, the small bit of an owl peaking out.

“Do either of you have a flannel I can borrow?” I asked softly in a hushed voice.

“I have one in my bag, do you want me to grab it for you or will you be able to find it?” Keiji asked calmly before sipping on his tea.

“I should be able to find it, thank you.” I said quickly, giving each of them a kiss on the cheek before rushing back upstairs.

It didn’t take me long to find the flannel Keiji was talking about, a classic red and black one that paired nicely with my slightly off white tank top. I put in all of my earrings, tamed a few of my fly aways and went back downstairs, Koutarou instantly coming to my side, picking me up and spinning me around, effectively making me laugh while I clung onto his shoulders.

“Good morning.” I said through a few subsiding laughs once he set me down.

“Good morning!” He replied cheerfully, a bright smile on his face. Keiji came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me back to his chest a little.

“Good morning.” I said to the raven haired boy, leaning my head back slightly to look at him.

“Good morning, little opus.” He said in a gravelly voice, lips brushing against the shell of my ear and sending chills down my spine. “I made you coffee, thought you might want a pick me up.”

“You both are amazing, thank you.” I said, happily making my way to my coffee and taking a sip, humming in delight at its perfection. “So who are you playing today?”

“We’re playing Matsuyama, Tets and Ken are playing Karasuno.” Keiji informed. 

“I’ll try and get a good spot between your courts again so I can watch all of you play.” I told them contently.

“We’ll sit with you, I wanna watch shrimpy play.” Atsumu chimed in while munching on his breakfast.

“Okay, I’ll find you guys when we get off the busses.” I told them, happily drinking my coffee.

Tetsurou stopped in his tracks before rushing over and scooping me up. Kenma dragged his feet behind him, clearly still exhausted after yesterday, so much so, his mask wasn’t even properly on his face. I gave Tetsurou a peck on the lips before moving to Kenma and giving him a tight hug.

“You look pretty, button.” He mumbled into my ear, relaxing a little in my hold.

“Thank you, love.” I whispered back to him, just loud enough for him to hear over the crowd in the stadium.

“We have to go warm up.” He told me, the others chiming in saying the same thing.

“Okay, I’m gonna go find a seat with the boys from Inarizaki.” I said, giving each of them a hug and kiss before finding Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, Aran and Kita.

“Ready to go find a spot, shorty?” Atsumu asked once I walked over, gesturing for me to lead the way. Full of excitement, I made my way through the crowd, the five following me closely as I rushed to the stairs.

“Kaara?” I heard someone ask, a voice all too familiar sending chills down my spine and tumbling in my stomach once I came face to face with what felt like a mirror.

“Mom?”

[stormears]

I'm reading this Haikyuu horror fic (college students slaughtered at a remote hotel and their phones have no signal type of horror) and the author's first language is probably not English because they keep using odd, random euphemisms that a native English speaker wouldn't which I'm so, so charmed by. Stuff like,

"he was stuck in the ice camisole of his realization" (ICE CAMISOLE lol)

"his initial project to throw the jacket away" (probably meant more like "intent" haha)

Instead of majestic they wrote "majestous"

It's so cuuuuuute

[way-too-addicted-to-anime]

Bokuto sweetheart I love you so much🩶🩶🩶

I'm gonna cry this is so beautiful😭 Matching tattoos is one of my favorite soulmate AUs. And making their's be wings? Perfection.

Bokuto Koutarou soulmate!au

Where your soulmate has the same tattoo as you

A/N: i have been drowing in soulmate!au’s lately and well…yeah this cheese-fest happened. its 1:17am and this was my reward for finishing studying for 2 exams tomorrow also, im obsessed

You were unsure about the whole soulmate thing when your mother had finally explained to you what the dark ink on your back meant. You’d seen and heard of plenty of people who lived happily ever after with theirs but there were just as many unhappy endings or even people who never found their ‘other half’. Most people purposefully left their tattoo visible, in hopes to allow their match to catch a glimpse of it. Others were considered unlucky if it was somewhere difficult to show off. One thing you were sure about, however, was that your soulmate tattoo was something that you’ve never particularly flaunted. Not on purpose anyways.

It was the biggest soulmate tattoo you’d ever seen, on anyone, and to make matters worse; it spanned almost the entirety of the skin on your back. A place people rarely left bare. The only time you ever caught your eyes wandering looking for the mate was at the beach, which you rarely visited. Some part of you even avoided it so you didn’t have to experience the embarrassment that accompanied leaving you own back bare for people to gawk at.

You wanted to find him—really, you did. Yet you kept it covered on yourself. It would have been easy to wear open-backed clothing to let it show but…the tattoo dwarfed you. People rudely stared, whispered; either sneers of “How has she not found him yet with that thing to look for??” or comments of pity that your body was tarnished by something so massive.

Other people might think that but not you. You didn’t hide it because you didn’t like it, you hid it because people couldn’t keep their opinions about it to themselves. You admired it in the mirror after you would shower; not only was it the biggest one you’d ever seen, but also one of the most intricate.

Two folded wings protruding from your shoulder blades, the tips of them ending just below your waistline; the feathers looking like you could pluck any one of them right off you. You really did love the wings on your back—at your lowest moments you would stand in the mirror and stare at them; they made you feel like you could take off and leave whatever was bothering you behind. You would love this tattoo even if you ended up not loving whoever shared them with you, or never found them.

So, how was it that in the three years of being the Fukurodani Boys Volleyball Club’s manager you’d never stumbled upon any of the members without a shirt on before today? Sure, it was a hotter than normal day, nothing too extreme though—but out of the blue half the team was shirtless when you returned after filling the water bottles halfway through practice.

The sound of the water bottles all clattering to the floor resonated through the gym as your eyes flocked to the unmistakable tattoo adorning Bokuto’s back.

Wings. Beautiful and intricate wings. The matching pair to your own. Except his looked magnificent as he jumped to spike, shifting along with his muscles—like they could unfurl to their full glory at any minute.

For three years he had been right in front of you. The easily excited, wonderful, and kind Ace that in any situation could make you smile. You joined the same year he did and have watched him become one of the top 5 Ace’s in the country. How…how had you never seen his tattoo before? Your brain was having difficulty processing the amount of information and emotions flooding you in the time it took for him to land from his spike.

Practice came to a halt and all eyes turned to you—worried expressions strewn across the boys faces. You couldn’t figure out why until you remember you dropped all of the water bottles on the floor and hadn’t made any movement to start picking them up; body frozen in shock from what you’ve just discovered. They rush to you, offering to help and picking up ones that have rolled away.

You become a stuttering mess. “I’m okay! It’s fine! You guys just go back to practice; I’m fine—really. Sorry I interrupted,” your protesting becomes more intense the closer Bokuto gets to you. You can barely look at him, much less the tattoo on his back, too afraid you’ll be painfully obvious about why you’d dropped the bottles in the first place.

“It’s not like you to drop things, (Y/N),” Akaashi points out. You fight the urge to glare at him. Does he really need to employ his keen observation skills right now?

Bokuto steps closer and you instinctively take a step back from him; a reaction he definitely notices and is confused by. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look a little flushed. Do you need to sit down?” Your cheeks were stained a light hue of pink which he blamed on the fact it was a thousand degrees outside and you were still wearing your team jacket. It didn’t even cross his mind that it was a blush that was about to explode into a crimson color if he got any closer to you.

You threw up your hands, hoping for some barrier between you and him. “I’m fine, I promise! Please—please continue practice.”

Thankfully, they return to running their drills and you’re able to gather your thoughts and calm down a bit. Once practice is over, you muster some semblance of acting normal and hand them towels to wipe off with. Your gaze constantly drifting to stare at Bokuto’s back, wondering how you were ever going to reveal to him that you have the mate to his tattoo.

You briefly feared what he would think when he found out. Would he be disappointed it was you? In the three years you’d known each other, you hadn’t gotten the slightest inkling he’d ever looked at you as more than a friend. Would he be unable to see you any differently? But, your logic caught up to you. This was Bokuto you were talking about. What was the point in waiting any longer?

“That’s quite the soulmate tattoo, Bo. I can’t believe I haven’t seen it before,” you say nonchalantly. It wasn’t weird to talk about it, especially since he was clearly comfortable having it be in plain sight.

He was used to comments like that. All his life this tattoo had been a statement, but he loved it nonetheless. He twisted excitedly to try and see it, a beaming smile across his face. “It’s cool isn’t it?? Sometimes I wish I could play shirtless in games just to show it off!”

You chuckle. You wish you felt the same about the matching pair of wings hiding beneath your clothes.

“You know…” he stared off absentmindedly. “I bet my soulmates wings look beautiful on them.” He thought about it more often than he’d like to admit. Your heart almost burst at those words, holding back tears of joy threatening to start welling in your eyes. There had been days you’d hated the wings on your back.

“What’s your soulmate tattoo?” He asked so casually you were at a loss for words for a moment. That wasn’t really something people asked each other, especially if someone’s wasn’t easily visible. “We all know each other’s,” he said gesturing to the team.

Well, of course you do Bo. You change in the club room together.

“And we’ve wondered what yours is,” he said. He wasn’t shy to admit they’d thought about it! Particularly since none of them had ever caught on glimpse of yours. It ruled those of them that had visible ones out immediately; Akaashi’s was on his upper forearm, Saru’s on his calf. Bokuto had always wondered if your back had wings like his did, as he wondered with everyone.

“Bokuto!” Komi exclaims embarrassed at Bokuto’s total outing of the entire team.

A full-blown blush flourishes across your face at his statement. They had discussed what yours could be? Did that mean any of them hoped it was the same as theirs? Did he?

You don’t know how to reply to him. How do you just drop this information on someone? Especially when the rest of the team is doing nothing to hide the fact they are completely eavesdropping. “Oh…um…” You stumble for words, trying to muster the courage to say anything. He just stared at you, golden eyes pinning you where you stood. His earnest gaze spurred you to steel your resolve—when else would you tell him?

“Oh, what the hell,” you breathed. His eye brows furrowed as you turned your back to him, the sound of the zipper of your jacket filling the silence that had fallen on the room. It must have been fate, to find him today since you’d boldly decided to wear only a sports bra under your jacket, so when you slipped it from your shoulders and let it hang on your elbows, he could see the design on your back. It might be covered by some strips of fabric, but he would recognize those wings anywhere.

You quickly shrugged the jacket back on and he almost protested. He wanted to stare at them for hours, trace his fingers along the lines, tell you just how much he’d thought about the matching pair of wings somewhere out in the world; until he fully processed you were standing in front of him—that you had been for three years.

He looked as if his brain had shut off, just blankly staring at you as you turned around to face him. You leaned closer to his face and waved a hand lightly, “Bo…?” This was not exactly what you were expecting. Not from him at least.

He blinked, realizing you were much closer to him than you were before. The gears started turning again and his arms reached out to gather you against his chest—completely forgetting he wasn’t wearing a shirt. “I was right,” he said.

“What?”

“They look beautiful on you.”

[amateurasterism]

your parents always thought you would end up with a nice partner and an easy life in the city, so when he shows up at their door, the tie you forced him to wear a little crooked and his shirt slightly unbuttoned and untucked, silver earring glinting in the entryway light, and a shit-eating grin that suggests anything but innocence, they aren’t sure what to think of him. but then they look at the way he’s looking at you, his cheeks flushed pink and eyes shining as they soak in your proud smile, fingers laced together causing your matching rings to clink. and suddenly they’re sure that this boy is rightfully, unconditionally, and wholeheartedly yours. there would be no other people, no more nights wondering if their child would find someone who would fill the gaps in their heart. you have finally found your soulmate.

GOJO SATORU, ryouta kise, bachira meguru, ryusei shidou, kuroo tetsurou, atsumu miya, BOKUTO KOTARO, edogawa ranpo, DAZAI OSAMU, jean kirschten, CONNIE SPRINGER, eren yeager