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sukirichi · 4 years ago

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omg i read this last night but had to take time in leaving my thoughts cuz i was legit head in hands "wtf moment" like dude...idk maybe its cuz i feel for the reader in so many ways like bro SCREW PEOPLE LIKE THIS ISTG iwaizumi deserves a straight solid punch in his pretty face, im disgusted by him AND his friends and its even worse cuz people like this exist irl like 😐😐😐 but see one of the things i love most about this is that the harassment wasnt sugarcoated and its just straight up PAIN like YES show them how its really like and im so so annoyed like im actually BOTHERED i've never felt so protective over a reader before ahdlelwla but on the side note, akaashi's reaction was so understandable and perfect. i like how it isnt the usual "no but i love her so imma just ignore that" because i think thats a little ooc for akaashi and you portrayed him so well when he distanced himself for a little bit. i do think that akaashi is someone who would be serious about this and holy shit my heart actually CLENCHED when his texts grew cols and the reader is left confused im so HURT it felt so real and i gotta take a moment and be like "dude calm down dont cry this is fiction" but idc this HURT me and i WILL scream about it. but even more so when the reader sorta relapsed to her old ways and GUH I JUST HATE PEOPLE WHO ARENT EVEN CONSIDERATE OF OTHERS AND TO THINK THEY WERE SPREADING HER PHOTOS AROUND LIKE THAT? ARE YOU GUYS EVEN HUMAN? I WOULD HAVE HONESTLY CHOKED SOMEONE IF ANYONE DID THAT TO ME and brooo can we take a moment to admire how reader is so strong...like shes actually handling this as greatly as she could like shes been hurt before but shes so brave for loving again even after the horrible experience and when she said "it was ONE guy keiji" you bet i was biting my lip so i dont cry out loud, i want them to be together so bad and i was so scared he'd really push her away and i was like KEIJI JUST LET HER EXPLAIN OR I WILL SHAVE MY HEAD AND BE A FEMALE TANAKA 💀💀💀 but im so so glad he listened and when he said "i'll only care about who you are when youre with me, i'll always see the best in you no mattee what others say, i can defend you and i can promise you that as your boyfriend," and im just... im just gone at this point maam, literally had to put my phone down and let the fact hit me that i will never get an akaashi keiji but thats okay, hes alive in my heart and its just? the character development is so so beautiful??? I WANT TO CRY ADKSLALA thank you so much for sharing this with us, another great work of yours aaaaaa 😭😭😭😭 anyways this is me @ her ex and his friends

pov: you’re broken and he’s fixing you.

↳ akaashi keiji/reader

(this is a spin-off to pov: he’s a player and you’re his favorite game. please click here if you haven’t read.)

description. after a strange encounter led your boyfriend to find out about your tainted past, he develops a mistrust and questions whether you’re still his ideal girl at all.

genre. angst, hurt/comfort, college au

cw. mentions of nudity and videotaping, profanity, slut-shaming (not from akaashi he’s gucci), usage of alcohol/intoxication, reference to drugs

notes. iwaizumi akaashi whores, i come bearing with another gift! this oneshot is set prior to the drabble, enjoyyy!

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For the past two months, it was safe to say that Akaashi was in love.

As cheesy as it sounded, he never expected that the feeling of love at first sight was actually real and that you were the living proof of it. There was just something about you that made him feel warm. It wasn’t just because you were physically gorgeous—he also liked how expressive your eyes were or how your smile could brighten his day. He was addicted to the look on your face whenever you were happy and just about contented.

He remembered the day he met you and how he asked you for directions, not knowing that you were crying at 6AM while walking around the campus. He thought you were adorable with just the way you had a pout on your lips when you first looked at him, but he also felt bad that you seemed so broken.

It wasn’t like you discussed your whole history with him—you just told him that the reason you were pathetically crying that day was because someone broke your heart and that you’ve decided to finally let that person go. You didn’t really go into detail about what happened nor did you tell him about the person behind your tears. You simply wanted to ‘move on and forget the guy’ were the words Keiji remembered you said.

So when he gave you an offer for a friendly coffee date, he was glad that you did agree to him. And he was even more glad that, what was once a casual date, now turned into something more tangible. A relationship, if you call it.

Akaashi helped you get through your pain until the love you’ve had for the past guy had now shifted to him. It was sweet, he realized, to have you by his side when he pulled all-nighters at the cafe procrastinating his weekly papers. In return, he would visit you at your dorm with your favorite snacks when you were too busy to meet with him for a date. It was simple give-and-take, but something he sincerely valued. Akaashi didn’t have a lot of experience when it came to dating and he certainly was still testing the waters with you. However, despite that, he was his happiest when he was with you.

You craved for love and affection and Keiji was willing to give you all and more.

He was happy to do simple things like calling you at night when he didn’t get to see you during the day or bringing you breakfast before your morning classes and walk with you to your class.

Today, it was him that had an early morning class and he was already rushing into it.

“Slow down, Keiji,” you told him, squeezing his hand.

He drew in a long breath as you two passed through a group of college students who all seemed to be rushing to their own classes, too. The whole campus just seemed busier than usual.

“Professor Daley’s pretty strict,” he explained, eyes searching through the rows of identical doors to find the lecture hall. Well, other than the strict professor himself, Akaashi also cared about his studies and he didn’t want to miss the important parts of today’s lecture or else he’d have a lot to catch up on again.

You cocked your head at him in curiosity. “What, is he like gonna give you guys shotgun recitations or something?”

“Not really, he’ll just embarrass you in front of the class,” he answered with a grin, stopping outside of the auditorium for his History class. “Hey, I gotta go. See you later?”

“Okay.” You offered a smile before sweetly kissing his cheek. “Catch you later.”

The lecture hall was almost full when he came inside so he had no other choice but to sit at the back along with the other students who barely gave a damn about going to class at all.

Keiji usually didn’t mind them, but the reason why he didn’t like sitting at the far back was because it was always the spot for hungover dudes who obviously went to parties the night prior or the slackers who liked to just borrow some notes and call it a day.

He ended up sitting next to an Asian guy who had a blond undercut and a white guy with bronze hair—both of which were sitting comfortably with one leg propped on the chair in front of them. Akaashi assumed they were jocks, but they could also probably be frat boys.

“Man, I’m never gonna drink Hennessy again,” he heard the blond guy whine to his friend. “I feel like throwing up.”

Yup. Frat boys.

Keiji decided to focus on Professor Daley’s lecture as he took out his iPad, searching through the notes that he wrote from last time. From what he remembered, the last lecture was about Asian-American Assimilation.

“Iwa’s fucking wasted last night,” the brown-haired guy brought up, followed by a cackle from the blond.

“Dude lost his mind. I told him I can just get him a new bitch, but he told me to fuck off. He still wants her so bad, man.”

The two guys shared loud sniggers much to Keiji’s annoyance.

He sent them a look of warning, only to let them know that someone was actually bothered by their unnecessarily loud chattering, but the blond guy strangely recognized him.

“Yo...” The blond guy’s eyes widened as he nudged his friend who gestured towards Akaashi. “You’re the guy that’s dating Y/N, right?”

Firstly, how did he know? And who the hell was this guy, anyway?

“Yeah,” Keiji answered curtly, uninterested with the conversation. “And you are?”

There was a huge grin on the blond guy’s face—it was the kind of grin that particularly looked like he was impressed. “Nice to meet you, bro. The name’s Yuuji Terushima,” the guy greeted, offering a hand out for a fistbump. “And this is my friend, Cole.”

All Akaashi gave them was a brief nod of acknowledgment because it was clearly not the best time to make new friends, however the Yuuji guy was so damn persistent in talking to him throughout the class.

“So, how long have you two been together?” Yuuji asked, seemingly entertained for some reason.

Technically, almost 2 months but jesus, why was this guy so interested with his girlfriend?

“That’s none of your business,” he dryly responded with a nonchalant face.

The Yuuji guy was quick to snort along with the other guy beside him named Cole. They looked like absolute tools and Keiji didn’t want to entertain them further.

“Chill,” Yuuji eased, raising his arms in surrender. “I’m just surprised that you’re dating her despite... you know.”

Despite what?

Akaashi looked at them in confusion. It was obvious that those two guys knew something he didn’t and his mind was telling him to know what it was but his heart was telling him he shouldn’t bother.

The most annoying thing was how these two guys were entertained for a reason he was yet to know about. What was so funny about dating you?

So for now, he let his mind win. “What do you mean?”

With his obliviousness, Yuuji and Cole looked genuinely shocked and amused at the same time. It was starting to piss Keiji off because he was looking like such a fool for not having any clue.

“Dude.” Yuuji leaned forward in intrigue before he spoke in a hushed voice, “She’s like one of the biggest sluts in the campus.”

His first reaction was to ball his hands into a fist, all while grabbing the guy’s collar for referring to you in such a way, but Yuuji was defensive about it.

“No, I’m not messing with you. Dude, see this,” he convinced as if he was the most innocent man in this planet. “Just wait a minute...”

Yuuji took out his phone and went through whatever the hell he was going through. Akaashi was surely about to punch the jackass if only they weren’t in class.

“Here, look.” Yuuji extended his arm and held his phone up, revealing a naked picture of you that you took in front of a mirror. The guy swiped his phone to show more of your nudes from different shots and angles, and there was even a quick video of you doing it with another guy.

What the actual fuck.

“These aren’t mine, by the way,” Yuuji clarified as if that helped at all, “But like, almost all sane guys in the frat house have a copy of these. We’ve all seen your girl, bro.”

Akaashi didn’t know how to react.

He simply stiffened while his chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. He couldn’t believe what he just saw and he had no idea what to feel from it. It was so fucked up how his girlfriend and her body were all over other guys’ phones for their own pleasure. He couldn’t hide the anger that was building inside of him, but he was also disgusted at how he never knew all of this prior to dating you.

Keiji hasn’t even touched you, even a little bit, because he respected you and he believed that you weren’t the type of girl who slept around. He wasn’t the type of guy, either. Heck, he’d only been to a party once and it wasn’t really his scene.

And yet you...

You actually hid this from him. He could understand that you’d feel ashamed, but god fucking dammit, these guys were feasting on your body and calling you names—how could you still walk around without shame?

He was speechless.

“That’s fine, dude.” Yuuji gave him a pat on the back like he needed his consolation. “You know what you should do? You should fuck her like the whore she is and then dip.”

He huffed a breath filled with rage. “I think it’s fucked up that you’re spreading her nudes like a total dick.”

“Dude, not my fault your so-called girlfriend’s a whore,” Yuuji retorted which ultimately led Keiji to grab him by the shirt in fury.

“Mr. Terushima and Mr. Akaashi, what is going on back there?”

He didn’t really want to look away as he sent this blond guy a death stare because, frankly, at the rate of Keiji’s anger, Yuuji would get his face absolutely ruined if he tried to speak ill about you again.

He was going feral.

He couldn’t stomach the thought of his girlfriend, a girl he liked with all his heart, being labeled as the campus slut.

Suddenly, his whole outlook towards you had exponentially changed and he could no longer see you the same way again.

“What time is it?” you inquired to a very hungover Erica who had her head rested on the table while you two spent the past hour at the cafe.

She briefly checked her phone and answered, “It’s half past four in the afternoon, why?”

Nothing important. You were just wondering why Keiji hasn’t contacted you all day. Weird, because he only had two classes today and they were both during the morning. Usually at this time, he would have already been free.

You decided to slip in another text because you already missed him. He was probably really busy right now.

You: Hi, love. I’m here at the cafe with Erica while waiting for you. See me when you’re free :)

“Ugh,” Erica groaned, rubbing her temples. “My head hurts.”

You looked up from your phone after waiting for your boyfriend’s reply but there wasn’t any.

“How was the party last night?” you inquired in an effort to make some conversation.

Erica then propped her elbows on the table and lifted her head up. She just looked extremely hungover and you could easily tell with her smudged mascara. “It was alright,” she answered. “Not as fun without you, though.”

You hadn’t really been to parties as of late and it was the effect of being in a healthy relationship with your boyfriend. It was almost unreal how you managed to find a guy that respected and treated you like a real woman. Although your heart hasn’t fully healed, you were very grateful for Keiji’s efforts of sticking with you through thick and thin, completely putting every piece of you back together.

He was definitely someone worth pursuing, not jerks like Iwaizumi who did nothing but to play with your feelings.

Speaking of, you haven’t seen that guy around because you were purposely avoiding him. You knew which times he would be out and about in the campus so you often stayed at the dorms during those times.

Still, you were curious at how he was doing recently and it wasn’t wrong to ask, right?

“Was Hajime in there?” You cleared your throat, pretending to sound casual.

Erica could see through you though, which was why she sneered. “He’s crazy. I never see him drink that much alcohol.”

You silently wished he had alcohol poisoning but you chose to be the better person. “Sucks to be him.”

“True,” she agreed without hesitation. “Also, don’t you see it? I think Keiji kinda looks like Iwa. Just take off his glasses and turn him into a fuckboy.”

You scrunched your nose. “No, thank you. My Keiji is fine as is.”

As if on cue, you received a text message from the said guy.

Keiji: Can’t come

His reply was short and direct, not his usual sweet long ones. Akaashi was never a dry texter so this was a little odd to see.

You: Are you okay, my love? Do you want me to visit you?

You really hoped he was okay because you were starting to worry.

Keiji: Don’t bother. I’ll just see you tomorrow.

“What’s with the face?” Erica asked after noticing your downcast eyes.

You let out a sigh. “He looks busy right now. I don’t know, I’m worried.”

She watched your expression for a moment before speaking again, “Leave him be. He’s probably got tons of papers to write.”

“I guess he is...”

You didn’t get to see your boyfriend yesterday and even today, just like he said. You texted him this morning if he wanted to go eat lunch together but his only response was “I’m good.”

You could feel that something was wrong and you definitely had to confront him about it.

The coldness in his responses reminded you of the way Iwaizumi treated you before and it was leaving you hurt and paranoid. You didn’t know what you did wrong but you couldn’t just let Akaashi ignore you all day.

You were scared that you’ve given him a reason to walk away from you.

Despite the cold weather, you decided to wait outside the residence hall he was staying at in hopes of talking to him in person. You insisted to him that you weren’t going to leave until he sees you and that it didn’t matter how long you were going to wait if he was claiming to be ‘busy’. He obviously wasn’t, because no matter how busy he was, Keiji Akaashi always made time for you.

That was one of the many things you loved about him. He told you before that every second you spent with him was always valuable and important, which was why he was placing a lot of effort everytime you two spend time together.

“It’s nine in the evening,” you heard his voice as you looked up to see him approaching you with a frown. “Just go back to your dorm. We can talk tomorrow.”

You waited for 2 hours outside, just to see him, and this was what you get.

What was worse was how didn’t return any eye-contact with you.

“Keiji, what’s going on?” you spoke quietly, hurt evident from your tone. “Did I do something wrong?”

He simply lifted his shoulder in a half shrug, never looking at your eyes from behind his glasses. “No, I’m just busy.”

‘Busy’ always seemed to be a guy’s favorite excuse and you hated it. You hated how they think they could easily shrug off anything by saying they were busy even when they weren’t.

“There’s something wrong,” you insisted, holding onto his arm as an attempt to get him to look at you. “Tell me.”

He contemplated it when he finally did look at you, but the way he gazed at your face made it seem like he was almost disgusted. For what reason?

If you were being true to yourself, you knew that there was only one reason, however you refused to consider that it was exactly what you had in mind.

And yet, he did confirm your thoughts when he claimed, “I know what happened before and how you’re...”

You watched him trail off his words, unable to continue because it was visible to the naked eye that he was about to say something hurtful.

“What?” you egged on, feeling a growing ache in your chest. “What am I, Keiji?”

You knew where this conversation was going and you despised every minute that went into it.

His eyes momentarily found yours. “You know what you are.”

The way those words slipped off his mouth made you want to laugh and cry the pain off your heart. It didn’t help that your eyes already pooled of tears and you were trying your hardest not to succumb to your weak feelings.

“Tell me exactly what I am,” you commanded with a broken voice.

Keiji blew out his cheeks and looked at you blankly. “You know it’s fine to sleep around and all, but I just didn’t think you were that type of girl.”

In short, he wanted to call you a whore. He wanted to label you as one, albeit indirectly.

You had no idea how he found out and how much he knew but you were sure that he’d heard enough to make him act reluctant towards you.

You didn’t even have to hide how you were tremendously hurt at the fact that he chose to see you differently instead of clearing it up with you,

“I only slept with one guy.” Tears fell from your eyes. “One guy, Keiji. I did it because I loved him and he took me for granted. He made a complete fool out of me.”

He avoided your gaze in silence as he listened and he was clearly reconsidering his outlook towards you, but he just seemed so detached.

It hurt. It fucking hurt.

“Do you know how painful it is?” you asked, continuing your monologue while you were wrecking inside. “Every time I gave myself to him, it was all just a bet with his friends. Do you know how hurtful it is how I’m being played around like I didn’t have any feelings? I only ever gave myself to that one guy, but he made the whole world think that I’m nothing but a slut. That’s what you wanted to say, right? That I’m a slut and you’re embarrassed to be with me?”

With a slight shake of his head, he remained quiet while standing in a safe distance between you and him.

“Keiji.” You wept, wiping your eyes as you poured your heart out to him. “For the first time in my life, I felt that someone genuinely cared about me as a person and I can’t ever be thankful enough that I met you. You saved me from misery when I thought I was completely irredeemable for having the wrong choices in life. I thought I never would’ve known what being in relationship feels like and, fuck... I know it’s too early to say, but I love you, and I do mean it. My past isn’t something I can change and I most definitely can’t change how people see me, but you, all I care about is you. I don’t want us to change.”

Those words came straight from your heart and it was painful that you had to tell it to him at this specific instance. You were at a completely vulnerable state in front of him and you were hoping that he could at least look at you to see how sincere you were.

But he still refused to see your eyes and give you the comfort you wanted.

“I-I don’t know,” he hesitated. “I’m sorry. I need some space to think about all of this.”

“Don’t do this, please,” you begged, tightening your grip on his arm but he shrugged your hands off him and looked at you apologetically.

Each step back he took was piercing you straight to your soul. “I’m sorry. Let’s talk some time soon.”

And with that, he left you alone with a sore heart and a broken pride, once again reminding you that no guy in this world could ever learn to love you the way you want them to.

Being rejected by Akaashi hurt a hundred times worse than Iwaizumi because with Iwa, you could blame it on his fuckboy personality and say that you deserve better. But with Keiji, someone who was naturally kind and loving, you felt like you lost something so precious.

You spent the past few days crying in your room, refusing to take care of yourself, or attend some of your classes because you just felt broken yet again. Your roommate even became worried about you at one point and offered if she could do anything to help you out.

Her offer was very much appreciated, but there was nothing you could really do unless you travel through time and rewrite your past. It was crazy to think how your actions could greatly affect your future.

You absolutely detested the fact that Hajime could walk around the campus unharmed while you were being viewed as his resident whore for simply giving yourself to him.

Life was unfair, truly.

Now you lost the chance of being with the most perfect guy you’ve ever met, all because you were wronged by this other guy in the past.

“Cheer up.” Erica rubbed your back, walking with you to your next class. “How long has it been since you and Keiji last talked?”

“‘Bout a week,” you whispered with lethargic emotions. “Is this considered a break up? Because I’m gonna lose my mind if it is—”

“I don’t think it is,” she quickly reassured. “Look, maybe he just really needs some time. I mean, he probably was really surprised.”

Who wouldn’t be? Imagine your girlfriend being talked about everywhere you go and they weren’t exactly rumors that sounded pleasing to the ears.

However, you were allowed to miss him, too. You missed him so much that you couldn’t think straight because all you had in mind was the thought of him.

Erica gave you a look of sympathy. “I’m sure he’ll talk to you soon.”

“Hey, hey. Look who’s here.”

You looked up to see Yuuji, Zach, and Cole (aka Iwaizumi’s bastard friends) circling around you and Erica in front of the Arts building. The smiles on their faces made them appear like total douches and you wanted to sucker-punch each of them in their stupid faces.

“Lay off, ugly,” Erica seethed towards Yuuji.

The blond guy, however, was focused on you. “Hey, Iwa wants you back.”

Zach snorted followed by a snide remark from Cole. “Just let him fuck you already. He’s outta his mind.”

You stood in fury as you looked at the three, but it was Erica who decided to defend you.

“Leave her alone, assholes.” Pushing each of them by the chest while they remained unfazed and even more entertained. “She has a boyfriend.”

Strangely, Yuuji let out a cackle after hearing it. “Oh, right. Akaashi, was it? I think he enjoyed seeing your sex tape,” the guy scornfully mocked.

You stood paralyzed with your heart in your mouth.

Was this the reason why Keiji no longer wanted to do anything with you?

You thought he just heard rumors, not actual ‘evidences’ of you doing the act and now you understood why he was acting that way.

Before you knew it, you already threw a hard slap across Yuuji’s face, shaking in anger and frustration. The guy was shocked but he also found it cruelly entertaining. Him and his friends all found your life amusing because you were just a game to them.

“You guys have such loud mouths,” you snarled with your balled fists. “Your dicks aren’t even big enough to satisfy girls!”

You yelled it out of anger that the passerby who heard it seemed to have found it funny.

But you weren’t done yet, you had to say one more thing:

“Tell Iwa he can go fuck himself in hell.”

It was sickening and all the more frustrating how your reputation ruined your chances of being treated fairly.

You were seen as a promiscuous person—someone who would fuck anyone on her way and only cared about going to parties or getting banged by these fuckboys all day and night. You didn’t expect that it would turn out like this because when you first had your casual relationship with Iwaizumi, you two were very lowkey and only hooked up on the low.

Shit spread like wildfire and now everyone has seen you naked and it was probably why no one could ever respect you.

Only Keiji ever did, and now you lost him.

What was the point, really, to still act like you were going to have your desired relationship?

If your image was far tainted to be saved, might as well just stick by it and act exactly what they think of you.

Besides, with Akaashi giving up on you, you no longer believed that there was any other guy that could fix you the way he almost did.

Yes, you were back to square one. You were back to being the girl who spent her Friday nights in frat basements. You were back to the old you that could never be erased no matter how much you tried.

You didn’t even receive a single text or call from Akaashi despite reaching out to him and it gave you the sole realization that it was over. He already ghosted you.

Funny, you painfully laughed as you drank from your red cup while mindlessly dancing to the loud music. Your mind was in that party, but your heart wanted to stay with Keiji.

“You didn’t have to come here, you know.” Erica tried to snatch the red cup from your hand but you were quick to dodge her. “Come on, you’re drunk already.”

You smiled, even with pain in your eyes, at the feeling of being constantly hurt and mistreated.

“So, what...” you slurred, eyes following the dancing lights. You wondered if Keiji missed you at all.

“Y/N,” Erica pleaded, looking absolutely hopeless at trying to stop you from drinking. Since you were playing stubborn, she exhaled in exasperation and left. “I’ll be back, just stay here.”

You didn’t respond. You simply continued swaying your body freely as Right Thurr played on the background.

It was so quick, just as you expected, until you felt someone sneaking their arms around your waist.

However, it was the familiar wood sage and sea salt scent that caught you off guard.

“You’re back,” Iwaizumi breathed on your ear with his hands on your hips, clearly wasted. “I knew you’d always come back.”

You scoffed, turning around to push him away. “Fuck off.”

There was a stupid grin present on his face. “This is where you belong, baby,” he said, pulling you back to his chest. “This is your world.”

You swallowed the bile forming on your throat and refused to believe his words. This was no longer the world you wanted. You wanted to be in Keiji’s arms. You wanted to spend the night sitting next to him at a cafe while he pulled all-nighters to write his articles. You wanted to talk about things that you two liked, his favorite movies, his favorite artists, and everything else.

You wanted to be with him, not here, with the person that ruined your life.

“You’re mine,” Iwaizumi claimed as if he was reminding you of this very fact. “You’ll always be mine.”

“You make me sick,” you scowled at him. “I’m never going back to a bitch boy like you.”

Even from the faint light, you could see that Iwaizumi’s eyes were bloodshot and his pupils were dilated. He wasn’t just drunk, he was high.

Whether it was from weed or some other shit, he was certainly not going to remember this night when he wakes up the next morning.

“Why you playin’ hard to get?” he sneered, biting his lip in amusement. “You’re just gonna end up whoring yourself to me, anyway.”

His words stung and they sure crumpled your heart into pieces, even when he was under the influence of drugs, it was no excuse. Hard to believe that you were once in love with this guy, but now all you wanted to do was to spit on his face.

“Get off me, you fucking dick.” You pushed him off again before slapping his cheek harder than you did with Terushima. “You’re toxic as hell. I don’t ever wanna see your face!”

And before he could even reach for you again, your feet already carried you away from the basement.

You hastily walked away, squeezing through the sweaty bodies that littered the whole damn place, and ended up colliding against a lean figure.

“Keiji...”

He was looking at you with wide eyes that were full of worry and concern. “Hey, Erica called me and said you were drunk and I got worried—”

It was possibly the alcohol along with your already broken heart that made you tear up at the sight of this man in front of you.

You thought you’d already seen the last of him and that he no longer wanted to do anything with you but here he was, worried sick about you. The fact that he came after you in the middle of the night just to make sure you were okay absolutely crushed your feeble heart.

“Keiji,” you sobbed into his chest, hugging him tight and never letting go.

His breathing was deep but steady. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I hurt you, I wasn’t thinking straight.” When he pulled away, he cupped your face and wiped your tears. “Let’s get you home for now?”

You were still weeping when you came to your dorm that night, not because of the pain, but because you were overwhelmingly happy that Akaashi went back to you.

It was a bit embarrassing for him to see you like this—drunk, brokenhearted, and dressed like a ‘hooker’ as Iwaizumi described it. However, unlike before, Akaashi didn’t seem to be bothered anymore. In fact, he was doing all efforts to take care of your drunken self instead of judging you for it.

“Arms up,” he softly ordered, pulling the tight dress off your body leaving you in your underwear on. Even with the amount of skin he could see from you, he respected you enough not to touch you in places and take advantage while you were drunk. “Wear this.”

He slipped an oversized hoodie over your head that you realized belonged to him. It was cozy to wear and you felt comfortable laying in your bed despite your dizziness from the alcohol. Keiji later sat beside you and rubbed your back to soothe you.

“Feel better?” he asked, moving a hand to caress your cheek.

You nodded, feeling another rush of tears. Yes, you were a fucking crybaby because he was so sweet and you never experienced this from anyone before.

Usually, your Friday nights would end up in bed doing fuck-knows-what with Iwaizumi. The guy barely cared about you other than to fulfill his needs.

But right now, with your caring boyfriend by your side, you realized that this was possible. That your nights could end up being absolutely wholesome even when only the two of you were at your dorm and no one else could interrupt.

This was because Keiji was a real man, not a fuckboy.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized again, holding your hand in his. “I was a jerk to you and I’ll never forgive myself for it. It just got into my head how those guys spoke about you and I let my anger and pride win me over instead of talking things with you. I was stupid, but then I realized it wasn’t your fault,” he paused, meeting your shiny eyes. “You simply fell in love for that guy who didn’t respect you enough but I.... I’m here now. I’ll care for you and treat you like you deserve.”

You rubbed your damp eyes against the back of your hand. “I-I thought you hated me.”

“Never,” he immediately corrected. “I’d never hate on you. I don’t care what the others think—they can all say what they wanna say, but they can’t change my mind because I care about you. I want you happy, I want you smiling—all this because I love you and I can never give up on you over trivial things. You’re worth more than that.”

Your chest tightened, but only because it felt full. This man right here, came to you at your lowest point in life, and he was trying his best to fix you.

“Listen,” he lifted your chin up so you could look at his honest eyes. “From now on, I don’t care about your past or who you’ve been with or what you’ve done. I’ll only care about who you are when you’re with me. Just us. I’ll defend you from anyone and I’ll always see the best in you no matter what the others say. They don’t know you as much as I do. This is something I can promise you as your boyfriend.”

You scooted closer to hug him tight, grateful for the love he was giving you and for the happiness he brought you. They said it was rare to find your true love in college where almost everyone were just casually looking around for hookups.

Well, it was rare indeed, but you were part of the minority who hit jackpot when it came to finding the right guy would treat you the way you deserved.

“I love you, Keiji.” You pulled away and pressed your forehead against his.

“I love you,” he replied before placing his warm lips above yours.

You’ve had prior experiences, probably way more than he did, but this kiss was truly something else. It was your first kiss as a couple and it was sweet, gentle, and full of love.

A few months ago, you would have never thought that Keiji Akaashi would be the remedy to your broken heart, but now you were lucky to be sharing this intimate moment with him.

Your life was no longer just a game, but a book that he’d write on with fond memories and joyful experiences, because it was what you deserved and what he wanted to give.

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