#i might make rev another one idk lets wait till i feel cute

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uhhhhhhhhh halowee related images uhhhhhhhhhh these were fun to make uh.......this weekend?hey its like wendsday right?wtf?

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My friend gave me his cute (idk) idea offffffff....

AKAASHI KEIJI ANGST

Summary: you’re a young lawyer who is tasked to meet with a client at a restaurant. During mid-discussion, you recognise someone’s voice and spots his familiar figure out of your peripheral vision. He and his new partner settle in a table within your line of sight, which makes it difficult for you to focus.

- - -

“The contract is signed, but the chairman requests with another meeting to discuss the legal implications of-“

“Tch,” you click your tongue, dropping the file on your desk with an audible slap against the surface.

“(Y/n) are you even listening? Good lord if I find out-“

“Mizuki, you said that the contract has been consummated?”

“Yes,” your manager carefully says. “The chairman just wants to review some points- review the whole contract if you have to. Besides, you need the exposure.”

“Is that because I’m new?”

“(L/n) it’s because you’re young. And I don’t mean to offend you but based off on last year’s review, even the board has agreed that it may require more time and effort to get you used these sort of ‘abrupt’ meetings.”

“You’re not making sense.”

“(L/n), Mr. David Simmons is waiting in the damn restaurant so just get in there.”

You end the call and begrudgingly exit your car. At the foot of an old building stood a modern restaurant, the type that politicians would consider adequate enough to spend their mornings in, sipping coffee with a newspaper in hand as they read about their acts of “benevolence” towards their country.

As soon as you enter, a gust of warm air hits your face. Someone offers to take your coat, which you gratefully shrug off.

“Just on time! You must be Ms. (L/n)?”

A stout man with thinning, grey hair approaches you. He is clad in a navy coloured blazer with matching khakis and a white button up. A golden watch sits on his right hand, which hints at him being left-handed. Sitting on his pointed nose are silver framed glasses and you notice that there are lines at the corner of his eyes; he must have smiled a lot.

“Yes.” You hold out your hand for him to shake- which he gratefully takes. “It’s a pleasure, Mr. Simmons.”

You soon find yourselves seated by the window. Taking your IPad out, you decide to dive right into business. “I understand that the purpose of this meeting is only to review the agreement cited in the contract?”

“Right. We have already signed the papers but it would really help us if we go over it for a while? It should take long, only two points at most,” he assures you with a small smile, “Beg your pardon but I might as well go over them during dinner. I hope that’s alright with you, Ms. (L/n)?”

The man reminded you of your late grandfather. Besides, everything has already been put in place; all you had to do was to further explain to any questions they had. “Will do.”

David Simmons, you found, was surprisingly gentle and homorous throughout your discussion. It might have to do with the fact that the man had already expressed how sorry he was for troubling you at this hour (despite your repeated reassurance that it was nothing he had to fuss over.)

“... are you sure? It’s quite expensive, Keiji.”

Keiji?

You risk a glance at the young couple entering the restaurant and sure enough, your eyes did not betray you. A hearty chuckle emits from his chest as he pulls the woman closer towards him. Then he smiles; that damn smile that got you all the time.

The server walks them to a table in the far back corner of the room. They thank him and Akaashi makes his way to his date to pull her chair out. She smiles at the boy gratefully.

Your fingers tap irritably against the clothed table.

“Ms (L/N)?”

“Mr. Simmons?” You return cooly.

“Is something wrong?”

Whatever you do, you DO NOT let your personal life interfere with your jobs. Absolutely. Not. You have learnt this the hard way but seeing him again, watching him give away his love- the same love you have received- to somebody that isn’t you? A familiar ache settles in your chest as you resort to toying with your gold necklace.

“Mr Simmons, have you ever been in love?”

The chairman is taken back by your question. Following your gaze, his eyes rest on a blue haired boy. David Simmons looks back hard at you. “My first girlfriend’s name was Marie,” he begins.

Shifting your attention towards the elderly gentleman in front of you, you urge him to tell you more.

“We met in high school: I was in third year and she was in her first. Now, I played American football- with the gear and all that Jazz. Marie was a cheerleader. I remember when I got to know her name, which was by accident by the way because I tossed the ball at her thinking that she was my teammate!”

You laugh and reminisce about the time you accidentally fell on the second year boy: you were a year his junior. Rushing down the flight of stairs, you missed a step in your haste and fell onto someone. In the end, he helps you gather your papers which have been sent flying in the air.

“I’m so sorry..?”

“Akaashi. I’m Akaashi Keiji,” he says with an almost imperceptible smile.

“Now, Marie was a woman of wits. She was smart! Making it to all honour classes and all.. honestly? If you were to ask me, I wouldn’t know why she would love me. But she did.”

“I.. I love you.”

You pause, searching his eyes for any indication of hesitancy- any sign that may prove his words otherwise. “Akaashi..?”

“I know: it doesn’t make sense to me either. But (y/n) I love you. I love you to the stars and back. I- I love you.”

You were crying but a smile graced your lips.

“Say something.. please,” he begs.

David looks out the window, the soft evening rain blurring the view of the streets and city lights. You follow his suit. “I loved her. To the moon and back.”

The pink sky only added to the flush on his cheeks. The streets were desolate as Sakura flowers were littered against the pavement. Behind him, the afternoon sun cast shadows into his face yet his eyes- his eyes which displayed the colour of a sea before the storm seemed to experience a hurricane at that moment.

In your own way, an ocean spilled from your (e/c) orbs transitioning into a waterfall down your cheeks. “Akaashi... I love you too.”

“How old are you, Ms (L/N)?”

“21, Sir.”

“And that boy?”

You knew that Mr. Simmons was bound to , as soon as you realised that it would be near impossible to tame your emotions in your current state.

“Twenty-two.”

“Ahh.. yes. It was around that time-“

“What happened?” You eagerly inquire.

He smiles at you softly, just as a father would do to his daughter. “We were both aware that loving each other wouldn’t be a walk in the park. We would have endured the storms thrown at us, but sometimes... sometimes holding on is harder than letting go.”

“We can do it,” you shuffle desperately towards him and cup his face in your hands, “Keiji, listen, we can call everyday if we have to. Baby, we can make it-“

“Stop-“

“-I’ll come visit you, I promise. One every month maybe?”

“(Y/n)-“

“We can move together once I finish this last year. You don’t have to worry about-“

“(Y/N) LISTEN TO ME!” He raises his voice and slaps your hands away from his face.

You break down; every bone in your body is seared in pain as your blood burns in your veins. “Keiji..” you croak.

Watching you like this hurts him more than it hurts you. He knew you would move in with him without a doubt if he had asked you. He would marry you, and again, you would say yes. Once upon a time, Akaashi would have been completely at peace with the thought of a family of his own- a family you had created with him in a tiny village at the country.

But darling, darling you were destined for something great. You were blessed with a brain to think of unfathomable universes; to think up the solutions to solve the most gruelling maladies; and so much more. Akaashi Keiji knew this- he was more aware of this fact more than anyone. Maybe, even more than yourself.

“No, (y/n). We can’t..”

You watch him, “Keiji.. keiji,” you utter out his name repeatedly in hopes that it would make him see some sense, “ I love you.”

He doesn’t hide his face now that it’s stricken with fresh tears. He wants desperately to rush over and hold you in his arms. Above all, Akaashi wants desperately to say it back. Instead, he turns on his heel and leaves.

You stare at the traffic light as the colour changes from red to green, followed by engines revving in response. “D-do you still-“

“I always will.”

A tear escapes your eye. “How can you say that?”

“Because there’s a part of me that just.. does.” He watches for a reaction and continues, “I think, for me, it’s because I chose to love her. It wasn’t based on pure emotion.  Time heals, doesn’t it? Yet it also destroys. Time, therefore, does not limit itself to emotion. What makes love greater than time itself is the fact that it is a choice- a choice to care for the other person for richer and poorer, and till death do you part. It’s a choice that you make without any regards for your own happiness, but theirs.”

You stay silent. You didn’t know what to say. Akaashi claimed that he didn’t know how or why in the world he had fallen... but he chose to act on his feelings, and he chose you.

David’s voice is softer, barely a whisper: “but I don’t regret it...”

Memories that you had desperately tried to push at the back of your mind resurface:

When he held your hand during the school fair as you walked between the booths.

When he took you to an aimless walk at three in the morning as you held each other and danced to the rhythm of the sky changing its hues from a twilight purple to the gentle orange of dusk.

You remember when you were smiling so much in the photo booth as the camera took your pictures together; how in the end, he unexpectedly pulled you into a kiss.

“... I don’t regret her one bit,” he finishes.

All this time you watched Akaashi from across the room eye his new girl with eyes full of wonder. He takes her hand in his and they get up from their table, heading out the door before disappearing into the cold, Tokyo evening.

“Ms. (L/n).. a word of advise from an old man: don’t regret him because you loved him.”

“Mr. Simmons, I don’t have any regrets...

Because I still love him.”