#i need to continue the akaashi one.. but the one i have in my drafts hurts

[idlerin]

i always love rereading hypnotized, mesmerized idc if i wrote it it gives me butterflies

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Birthday Girl

Meian Shugo x Fem! reader (she/her)

Warnings: swearing, tiny “fight” scene, provocative dancing, kissing, Atsumu being bullied (?), suggestive themes, drinking

WC: 4.6k ~

AN: I’ve had this one in the drafts for a while and idk friends, it’s not that good 😅

“So what time are you guys heading to the club for YN’s birthday tomorrow?” Hinata asked his teammates as they pulled on their training gear and prepared for practice. Meian, listening from the other side of the lockers, was pulling on his shirt as the four youngest members of the Jackals talk about your birthday party plans.

“Well I told YN I’d pick her up so probably around 9,” Sakusa answered. A twinge of jealousy struck Meian as he slammed his locker door a little too hard, prompting Thomas and Inunaki to look over at him. Why did Sakusa have the privilege of picking you up for your special night? What made him so special?

He growled, walking past his teammates, going to the open office. Grabbing some paperwork, he began looking it over while his ears continued to tune into the conversation happening just outside.

“I booked the table starting at 8:30. I figured we could go and decorate before she got there,” Atsumu mentioned to the group as they all shook their heads in agreement.

“Ohh what did you get her? I was planning on going with Akaashi tonight to grab her gift,” Bokuto inquired as Atsumu smirked, shutting his locker and looking at his teammates.

“Like I’d tell any of you,” Sakusa huffed as Hinata and Bokuto narrowed their eyes in his direction. Atsumu just chuckled, shaking his head as Sakusa turned to his direction, “ok so tell us, what are you getting YN?”

“I’m gifting YN my assistance in bagging her a man,” Atsumu declared as Hinata, Sakusa and Bokuto looked at him in surprise, right before the burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.

“Oh my god Sumu you’re joking right?” Hinata chuckled as Thomas and Inunaki rounded the corner to join their juniors.

“You can’t even bag yourself a steady date Sumu why the hell would you pass that curse to YN?” Sakusa laughed as Atsumu narrowed his eyes, hands going to his hips.

Meian tried to focus on the paper in front of him, the list of new training techniques given to him by the coach to try but Atsumu’s declaration of his gift made it extremely difficult to do anything else. He heard Inunaki and Thomas laugh at their setter.

“Atsumu, I doubt YN needs your help in that way. She’s fucking gorgeous!” Inunaki chimed in as the paper in Meian’s hand began to crinkle as his grip tightened.

“Yeah, she probably gets laid more than any of us do!” Thomas joked as the guys all hummed in agreement.

The pencil in Meian’s hand snapped as he continued to listen to his teammates talk about you.

“Well apparently, she’s been having a dry spell for a few months. She’s caught up on some fucker or something, so I figured what better way to help her than to get her laid!” Atsumu shouted, his hands going out as he declared his resolution.

Listening to Atsumu talk about your intimate life irritated the 6’6” captain. Meian tried his best to hide his attraction to you, for years he’d managed to keep things extremely professional despite his desire for more. He watched his teammates hang all over you while he did his best to maintain order. He wanted you to feel comfortable and safe in your job and he knew exactly how stressful it could be running the lives of an entire professional men’s volleyball team.

However, it became more and more difficult the closer you and him became. On bus rides, you’d always ask to sit next to him which at first, he happily obliged. Then you’d ask for your hotel room to be next to his, just in case you needed help with organizing team activities. Soon you’d be arriving early for practice, bringing him coffee and just talking before everyone else arrived. You’d stand right next to him during team meetings and huddles, your eyes locking with him as he looked around at his teammates right before a game.

Those eyes were the same ones he pictured as he fantasized about his made-up relationship with you. He pictured waking up next to you, kissing your cheeks as he tried to drag you out of bed for morning practice. He dreamed about cooking dinner with you and relaxing in your arms after a hard day at the gym. He wanted nothing more than for those dreams to become reality.

“Yo cap, are you good?” Barnes interrupted, sticking his head into the office as Meian snapped from his thoughts, the broken end of his pencil falling to the ground as his eyes shot to Barnes.

“Yeah- yeah, come on- oh and grab Sumu, I feel like I need to hit something.”

Barnes cocked his eyebrows in response, “you do mean volleyballs right?”

Meian ignored him, making his way straight for the open gym.

He fixed his navy button down, rolling the sleeves up to his elbows and undoing the top few buttons of his shirt. He normally didn’t dress like this, opting for shorts and sweats most days but he had to admit he cleaned up pretty well.

Turning to his nightstand, he grabbed the little velvet black box that contained your birthday gift. Opening if, he observed the simple yet classy diamond necklace that he’d purchased. He’d overheard you talking about accessories onetime with one of the guys. He was looking for suggestions to get his girlfriend and you had made a comment about how a lot of women love simple, yet elegant gifts. You had also told him to make sure that he did a good and thorough job of picking it out because his girlfriend would appreciate the effort.

Meian had taken your advice to heart when going to the jewelry store. He’d done some research online, finding the perfect necklace that would suit you. He wanted you to not only be able to wear it for special occasions but daily if you so desired.

Smiling at it, he closed the box and put it in a gift bag of your favorite color. He grabbed the card, a simple one with a blank inside so he could write his own message.

He contemplated what to say and exactly how to say it. He wasn’t always the best with words, usually being blunt and loud so the guys on the team could understand him, but you weren’t just a member of the team, you were someone special.

Dear YN,

I’m not great at these things and I think you know that better than anyone. However, for you, I’m going to try my best. I hope that all your birthday wishes come true and just know, you are incredibly special to me.

Happy Birthday

Shugo

Putting the card in the bag, he applied a few sprays of his favorite cologne and made sure his hair was in perfect order. As he grabbed his watch, it began to light up, signaling he had a call. He reached for his phone, accepting the call while he finished fashioning the straps.

“Sakusa what’s wrong?” He answered as the sound of Sakusa on speakerphone chimed thought.

“Fucking Sumu forgot to get YN’s cake so I have to go and get it! Apparently the bakery is about to close and Bokuto will have a crap attack if the cake he ordered isn’t there. I’ll be able to get to the club but I’d be late with Yn. Do you think you could pick her up? I told her I’d be at her place by 8:30ish and I don’t think I’ll have time to get the cake and make it to the other side of town by then.”

Meian looked at his watch, noting it was nearly 8:15, “yeah I can swing by and get her. You just take care of the cake, so Bokuto doesn’t go into emo mode at the club.”

Sakusa laughed, thanking his captain before hanging up. Meian sighed, running his hands thought his hair as he reached for his phone to text you. Sure he had wanted to be the one to take you to your birthday party but now that the opportunity was here, it made him more than a little nervous.

Meian: Hey YN, Sakusa got caught up and can’t come get ya so I’m gonna swing by your place in about 10 minutes. Is that ok?

He waited only a few seconds before his phone buzzed.

You: OMG YAY!!! That’s just fine Shugo! I’m so excited to ride with you! Just buzz my flat and I’ll let you in when you get here!

Meian smiled at your excitement, happy you were pleased he was coming to pick you up. He picked up his keys, grabbing his wallet and making his way to his car.

Once parked, he quickly threw the empty bottles of water and electrolytes in the back seat silently cursing himself for falling behind on his usual cleaning schedule. Once his car was in more presentable shape, he buzzed the bell to your apartment as the door instantly clicked open.

“Come on up Shugo!” You shouted through the speaker as he pulled the door open and headed upstairs. You lived on the third floor, but he figured taking the stairs would give him time to calm his nerves a little more. You’d hung out on numerous occasions outside of work so this wasn’t something new, but this was the first time he was actually picking you up for an activity. He only knew of your apartment because he had to pleasure of escorting you home a few times before.

He arrived at your door, a cute sign greeting guests that he thought perfectly described you as a person hanging from your door. He smiled, rapping on the door as you quickly pulled it open, the door chain jamming.

“Shit hold on!” You swore as Meian chuckled as you closed the door unlatched the chain and swinging it open once more. You stood there, a huge smile on your beautiful face and Meian slowly took you in.

Your hair was done perfectly your makeup flawless. You wore wearing perhaps the sexiest dress he’d ever seen, black satin with a low-cut neckline and petite straps that covered your mostly exposed shoulders. The dress was tight and short, stopping several inches above your knee, just above your mid thigh. You had black high heels on, with delicate bracelets around your wrists. You looked absolutely perfect.

“Wow,” he breathed out, “you look spectacular Yn.” You looked more that spectacular, you look darn right phenomenal.

A light pink blush formed on your face as you smiled at him, moving out of the way and allowing him to enter.

“Thanks, Shugo, you look incredible! I bet all the girls will be all over you tonight,” you chime in as a twinge hit Meian. He smiled and nodded, trying his best to ignore the comment, before stepping into your apartment.

“Are you ready?” He asked as you turned to grab your keys and purse. His eyes widened as he took in the entirety of your exposed back, your dress landing on your lower back. Your skin looked incredible even beneath the crappy lighting that was your apartment.

“Yep but I couldn’t find a necklace that went with this dress. Do you think it looks ok without one? I didn’t have anything that was simple.”

Meian looked at you as you stood in front of him looking absolutely perfect. Your body looked incredible, and your breast were pushed up magnificently as you waited for his response. Suddenly, it hit him, this was his chance.

“Well actually, here,” he remarked, handing you the small bag he’d gotten you for your birthday.

“Shugo you didn’t have to do this!” You exclaimed, grabbing the bag and opening it. Meian chuckled at your enthusiasm, clearly excited for the gift.

You pulled out the card, opening and reading it. Your eyes soften as your hand went over your chest and you smiled, “Shugo, you’re going to make me cry and I can’t cry, or my makeup will run!” Meian chuckle chuckled as you put the card down, going to him and reaching in for a hug. Your hands went around his neck as his hands gently slipped to your waist, holding you tight against him. You felt perfect in his arms, molding beautifully into his body.

You pulled back as he smiled down at you and nodded to the bag, “ok now open your actual present.”

You giggled as you pulled the box out, opening it, your mouth fell slack as your eyes widened with shock.

“Shugo oh my god, it’s gorgeous!” You exclaimed, stunned at the beauty of the necklace, “holy crap, this must have cost so much money! You didn’t have to do this!”

He approached you, taking it from your hand as you swing around. He gently pulled your hair to the side as you took it from him, lifting it up as he draped the necklace around you before fastening it in the back.

You turned to face the mirror, Shugo standing behind you as he watched your expression light up.

“I wanted you to have something special because of how amazing you are,” he whispered into your ear as you felt a shiver run down your exposed back. He was so incredibly close, and your body couldn’t help but react.

Suddenly the moment was broken, Meian’s phone blaring as a call came flooding in. He grabbed it from his pants, looking at the caller id and rolling his eyes. You giggled, knowing exactly who was calling.

“Sumu what!?” Meian shouted as you checked your makeup and grabbed your purse.

“Are you coming? All the guest are here and we are waiting for our birthday girl!” Sumu yelled, Meian pulling the phone away from his ear as you shook at your head at all the nonsense.

“She’s MY birthday girl,” Meian repeated in his head before answering Sumu with a resounding, “yeah leaving now. Be there in 10.”

Meian escorted you down to his car, opening the door before taking your hand and helping you in. He then quickly made his way around to the drivers seat before taking off.

After a few moments of silence, Meian decides to break the silence.

“So are ya excited for your party Yn?” He questioned as you shrugged.

“Yeah sort of,” you responded as Meian looked over at you in confusion, “oh don’t get me wrong, I’m so grateful the guys are doing this but I’m definitely not use to being the center of attention. Heck I usually leave that up to you guys.”

Meian understood what you meant. Being in the lime light was difficult at times and their lives were practically all public knowledge.

“Well just know you deserve this and so much more Yn. You are an amazing person and such a great manager,” he remarked as he pulled up to the valet at the club your party was being held at.

Escorting you in, Meian couldn’t help but fantasize about how amazing you looked on his arm and how he wouldn’t mind this being an everyday thing. His fantasies were broken however by the loud sounds of at least a dozen men shouting.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY YN!” The crowd yells as you and Meian enter the cup area. The entire back of the club was decorated in balloons and streamers of your favorite colors, beautiful arrangements of a flowers splayed everywhere with a giant, three tier’s cake with your age right in the center.

Meian was pretty impressed that idiots managed to pull of such an elaborate setup. As you began to hug everyone, Meian wandered over to Inunaki.

“Damn this is a pretty rich set up, Bokuto and Atsumu did this?”Meian questioned as Inunaki laughed, shaking his head back and forth.

“Oh god no, Sakusa and I hired a company to do this. Atsumu just showed up to ‘supervise’ and Sakusa told Bokuto he could bring one balloon. It’s hidden behind all the other ones.”

Inunaki pointed out a colorful and big balloon with a cat on it that said, ‘Here’s to a PURRFECT Birthday!’

Meian laughed before his eyes shifted over to you. He watched as everyone continued to hug you and wish you happy birthday. He noticed Kageyama and Hoshiumi as well as the other Adlers joining in. His confusion grew as he looked around seeing the entire Adlers team around your birthday table.

Just as his brain processed the fact that their rivals were here, his arch nemisis, Fukuro Hirugami, showed up next to you, giving you a huge hug and lifting you straight off the ground.

“Ahh Fukuro!” You screamed, clung onto his neck as your dress began to slowly ride up. Meian’s blood pressure began to rise, anger filling him as Hirugami set you down and you pulled your dress back down.

“What in the hell are the Adlers doing here?” Meian growled at Inunaki as he shrugged, not knowing how to answer it.

“I have no clue dude. Atsumu or Hinata must have invited them. You know how much they love Yn. Why is there a problem?” Inunaki watched as his captains face grew red with frustration.

Meian was annoyed that the Adlers had turned up, knowing exactly how the team and especially Hirugami felt about you. He wasn’t shy about bringing up his attraction to you during their practice matches, making it blatantly obvious that he was staring at your ass on multiple occasions.

Meian had never wanted to punch someone in the face more than he did at this very moment. Hirugami’s eyes were glued to you in that dress, not that he could really blame the man, but damn did he have to make it so fucking obvious?

“Well let get this party started! Time to get our birthday girl smashed!” Atsumu shouted, pulling you towards the table filled with drinks and shots.

You sat down next to Atsumu, your eyes trailing to Meian as you motioned for him to come and sit next to you. He quickly obliged, moving past everyone before knocking shoulders with Hirugami on his way to your side. Their eyes met, Hirugami smirking at him as he turned to look in your direction. It was a silent challenge but one Meian would not back down from.

A few shots later and you were feeling a good buzz. Meian wasn’t complaining one bit, your body pressed against his as you talked and joked with your friends.

“Alright Yn, you owe me a dance let’s go!” Hinata shouted, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the dance floor. Bokuto and Hoshiumi followed as Meian watched you having fun. He loved the way your eyes lit up and how spectacular you looked dancing. God, could you move your body flowing so effortlessly and perfectly in tune with the music.

“So, tell me, is Yn still single?” Hirugami asked, sliding up next to Meian, his expression narrowing in on his arch-nemesis.

Meian’s blood boiled at the thought of you anywhere near Hirugami. “She’s not a fuck toy Hirugami, stay away from her!”

Hirugami laughed, shaking his head before responding, “nah dude, I was gonna ask her to dinner. She’s fucking hot man, I’m surprised one of you haven’t bagged her already.”

His anger only grew as he watched Hirugami turn to face you, his eyes watching your body move as if it wasn’t a privilege.

Meian stood up, looking down at Hirugami, “stay the fuck away from her.” He began to walk away as Hirugami watched him, his smirked widening.

Meian went to the bar, grabbing a shot and pouring it back. He had to cool down, he couldn’t let Hirugami’s stupid tricks get to him. There was no way he’d not know Meian liked you by the way he acted.

“If you plan to turn into a raging alcoholic, could you maybe give me a heads up so I can deal with coach?” A voice chuckled as Meian turned to see Barnes walking towards him.

“Don’t think you have to worry about that,” Meian answered, turning around to see his friend and teammate approaching.

“You know, I’m pretty sure everyone except Yn knows you like her. Why don’t you just tell her and put yourself out of this misery,” Barnes suggested, leaning against the bar.

“Is it really that obvious?” Meian asked as Barnes turned to him and smiled.

“So obvious man.”

Meian turned back to the dance floor, eyes locking on you, only this time, you weren’t alone.

Hirugami was right behind you, his hands on your hips as you swayed to the music. He watched, anger boiling over as Hirugami pulled you closer to him, your hips and ass grinding against him as he stuck his head down, to rest next to your ear.

“Shugo you ok-” Barnes asked as Meian took off from his station at the bar, headed straight for you and Hirugami.

“Shit Inunaki!” Barnes shouted and pointed as the Libero’s eyes followed the line of sight to see their captain practically running towards you and Hirugami.

“Damn it! Bokuto, Thomas!” He shouted, the two men near him spotting Inunaki running towards Meian.

“Oh fuck,” Thomas yelled, quickly racing towards the dance floor.

Meian grabbed your arm, pulling you toward him as you jolted, falling into his chest.

“Shugo what’s wrong?” You asked, his hand going to your waist as he glared at Hirugami who now had a sly smirk on his face.

“I told you to stay the fuck away from her,” Meian growled, pulling you behind his back as you watched the two men go toe to toe.

“Didn’t know you laid a claim on her Meian, you really shouldn’t let her out of your sights,” Hirugami smiled smugly as Meian got into his face.

You stood behind Meian, scared of what was about to happen. You looked around, seeing Inunaki, Barnes, Bokuto and Thomas headed towards you as well as Heiwajima, Romero and Sokolov from the Adlers.

“Captain back down,” Barnes insisted as Inunaki pulled you away from the confrontation. The last thing he wanted was for you to get hurt.

“Yeah Meian, back down,” Hirugami spat out as Meian growled and shoved the captain of the Adlers. Your hands flew to your face as you watched Hirugami, fall back a few feet.

“Hey knock it off!” Romero shouted, Hirugami going back into Meian’s face, the two going nose to nose. You stood there, in shock at what you were witnessing. You couldn’t believe what was happening.

“Shugo, Fukuro stop it!” You shouted but neither of them heard you, their egos both too loud to hear anything but their own minds. Atsumu, Hoshiumi, Ushijima and Hinata had joined the group now while Kageyama came to stand by you and Inunaki.

“Come on your guys!” Someone shouted as Meian and Hirugami continued their stare off, suddenly Hirugami shoved Meian who stumbled back a few feet as a small squeak sounded torn from your lips as you mindlessly began to make your way towards the men.

“YN not! Don’t go over there, you’ll get hurt!” Inunaki grabbed your wrist, swinging you around as you screamed.

“Someone has to stop them!”

Like an Angel from above, Sakusa made his way through the crowd, getting in between Hirugami and Meian as the other men began to approach as well.

“Alright knock it the fuck off! Jesus Christ this is YN’s birthday and you guys are ruining it!”

Meian snapped to Sakusa, his mind clearing as his thoughts drifted from rage to concern. He turned his head to find you, standing by Inunaki and Kageyama and looking extremely scared.

“Fuck!” Meian shouted before turning and leaving out of the club. You tore yourself for Inunaki, running after him as fast as your heeled feet would carry you.

“Shugo wait!” You shouted, running after him as he plowed through the crowd. Once outside he kept walking as the sound of your heels hitting pavement followed him.

Meian was so incredibly angry with himself for ruining your party and your birthday. He’d let his anger get the better of him and done something he never wanted to do, scare you.

He stopped, turning around to respond to you, “look Yn I’m sor-”

Suddenly you fling yourself at him, his eyes widening as your arms went behind his neck and his hands went around your waist. You slammed your lips against his, his eyes wider than before as he slowly melted into the kiss, your arms grasping him tightly as he pulled you close to him.

“YN, what-?”

“Shugo god you are such an idiot!”

Meian looked at you, confused as to what was happening. He had just ruined your birthday party but yet, you didn’t look upset or heartbroken. In fact, you were smiling up at him.

“Don’t you see, it’s always been you Shugo. I’ve been dropping hints that I’ve been interested in you for months now and well, you never reciprocated.”

Meian studied your face, looking for any sort of deception or falsehood in your statement. There was just no way any of this was happening right now.

“YN be serious for a minute please. There is no way you could possibly like me.”

You sighed, before pulling out your phone and tapping away. Meian was even more confused as you turned your phone around to show him the messages that had taken place between you and the team.

You: ugh I don’t think I can take this anymore!! He’s so incredibly hot 🥵

Sakusa: Yn keep your thirsting to a minimum please, it’s gross

Barnes: Jesus Yn just confess to the man already!

You: I can’t 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Inunaki: why not? You two hang out all the time and act like your dating so just make it official already

Atsumu: I know what’s holding you back YN

You: you do sumu 🤨

Atsumu: yep, it’s your crush on me

Sakusa: oh my god

Bokuto: Meian and YN sitting in a tree…

Hinata: K I S S I N G 😘

You: I regret ever telling you all anything

Thomas: probably would have been easier to just confess right 😂

Meian read the texts over and over, looking for something, anything that would prove you were lying but there was nothing. You weren’t lying and you did like him.

“Well shit,” he chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head as you blushed.

“I know there was probably better ways to tell you Shugo but well-”

Before you could finish, his lips were on yours again, pulling you in closer as the kiss deepened. His tongue met yours, battling for dominance as he quickly took over. The kiss was incredible and everything felt perfect.

He broke the kiss, a huge smile cresting his face as he looked down at you, matching expression staring back at him.

Meanwhile…

“See my master plan to find YN a man worked,” Sumu exclaimed as MSBY all stared, unimpressed at Atsumu’s declaration.

“Sumu you’ve spent the entire night flirting with girls, what help did you give Yn?” Hinata questioned, a look of confusion growing on the red heads face.

“Yeah you weren’t even here when we broke up the fight between the captains,” Shion returned as Atsumu waved him off.

“That was the whole plan guys! I trusted in you guys and let nature take it course,” Atsumu proudly declared as everyone stood up and walked away from the table leaving Atsumu all alone.

“It’s fine,” he declared, “y’all can thank me later.”

[causenessus]

more than anything else. | akaashi k.

I LOST THE REQUEST BC I TRIED TO SAVE YOUR ASK AS A DRAFT I'M SO SORRY ANON </3 (i just wanted to do a fancy title color </3333 which thank u wyr for teaching me how!! i finally did it!!) they asked for a drabble with akaashi about a reader struggling in med school who isn't doing as well as she wants to but tries to keep it hidden but ends up breaking down in front of akaashi </3 i hope that's an acceptable synopsis of ur amazing idea anon </3 thank you sm for your request i loved writing this!!

akaashi x f!reader

written in 3rd pov

dialogue prompt from 1k followers event: ❤️‍🩹 -> "you deserve more"

"but still i'm alone, and that's what scares me the most. forgetting myself, forgetting what i said i would be." from clown car by lowertown

word count: 1.9k words

lots of hurt/comfort </33 akaashi and y/n are already in an established relationship

thank u to my very cool sister in med school whose experiences very heavily influenced this entire story which might very well be me tomorrow when i get my college test scores xx

NOT edited esp after i lost my draft the first time. tumblr, i have words to speak to u. the tumblr hq complaint list ree and me have formed gets longer everyday.

tokyo’s medical school program had been no joke. for as long as she could remember, she had wanted to be a nurse. she'd dreamed of it for so long that even when she didn’t initially pass the entry exam, she kept trying. it took her four times to finally get accepted. keiji had told her she was resilient, and their low acceptance rate was nothing she could control.

he was right, but she couldn’t help feeling worn down a little. she had known people who’d passed the exam on their first try, yet all her work up until that fourth retake hadn’t been enough. although they were in completely different majors, she subconsciously compared herself to keiji, as well. it made her sick to think that she was being left behind. while he had already finished his first year of university, she’d spent the twelve months completing prerequisites and working in a hospital, unable to do anything else.

she knew she couldn’t give up after coming so far, but things didn’t get easier once she made it into the program. keiji had already been busy enough with his own school work, but with the both of them trying to balance their classes, they didn’t find much time to do things outside of studying together. their daily routine became one of them buying coffee and meeting up at the library, staying there until it closed, and then walking home to collapse in bed together, falling asleep in each other’s arms.

the familiarity of their schedule was a stable anchor in both of their lives; neither of them minded daily study dates. it had always been this way since they met–being together was enough for both of them, they didn't need anything fancy. they showed their love for each other through looks from behind a computer screen and cold coffees with extra shots.

yet despite how hard she studied, she couldn’t help but feel like she was falling behind her peers. some of her classes she had passed by the skin of her teeth and when she compared that to her outstanding grades throughout all of high school, seeing even a B was enough to make her heart drop. even worse were C’s and D’s. although a part of her was just thankful to have passed all of her classes, she wanted to do better. she knew plenty of classmates who were struggling just as much as her–these classes weren’t meant to be easy, but when she continued to do worse than she wanted to, that didn’t stop her from feeling like a failure.

it was affecting her entire being; how confident she felt in her competency as a person and how much she was even contributing to the world. was it even worth it for her to continue studying medicine? was she worth all the money her friends and family had spent on her? worth the love keiji gave her? what if he found someone better?

one particular night in the library, her worries had overwhelmed her to the point of tears, and keiji had paused what he was doing to help her.

“i’m sorry, i'm distracting you from your work,” she had cried, trying to stop her tears, “you don’t have to help me or anything, i’m okay.”

“i’m not going to ignore you when you're crying, y/n,” he had said, voice filled with nothing but care and worry. “tell me what’s wrong,” he urged, moving around the table to sit next to her.

she’d explained her anxieties to him briefly that night, but she never wanted to inconvenience him again. even when she felt like she was drowning in her stress, she made sure to keep up a front around him. she could never erase the thought of how much better he deserved, despite his continued reassurance that there was no one better fit for him than her. 

their study dates had returned back to normal after that night. frequent trips to a coffee shop for another coffee resumed, and their stolen glances across the tables continued. she was currently working on a large presentation–an insurance project that would boost her grade if she was able to score at least an 80 on her upcoming final.

she felt good about the material; the project helped her study the chapters on top of the cramming she was already doing. her test scores in the class had averaged around somewhere in the 80s anyway and she felt confident she’d end the class with a good grade. keiji had reminded her of bokuto, who had barely gotten by in his high school classes, yet still graduated and made it out to be a talented volleyball player. although it was a completely different field from her, thinking about bokuto had helped her worry less about perfect grades. she wasn’t content with bare minimum grades that meant she was only just barely passing, but she’d been reminded that As weren't the standard and plenty of people had had successful careers despite struggling with school.

but perhaps she had got her hopes up too high, and everything seemed to fall apart when the notification popped up on her screen. 

not even an 80.

when keiji got home, the lights were off. his mentor at his internship had asked him to stay late and help with their current big project. it was a good opportunity and chance for experience, and he had texted her that he wouldn’t be coming home until later that day in order to keep working. she'd replied, telling him to be safe but had said nothing about a night shift at the hospital; she should've been home.

when he called for her, he didn’t get a response, and he was quick to put away his shoes before making his way to their bedroom. he didn’t think she’d be sleeping so early into the night, but perhaps she’d had a rough day.

then he remembered that her test score for her final exam was supposed to come out today.

the light pattering of rain on their roof was almost loud enough to mask the sniffle he heard, but the moonlight peaking through the curtain of their window illuminated her silhouette.

she was curled up on the wooden floor of their bedroom, leaning against the bed, and when he came around the side of the bed, he saw her tear-stained face, looking forward blankly.

“oh, my love—” his heart twisted at the sight of her, his chest tightening with nausea and guilt thinking about how he’d left her alone on the night she’d needed him the most. “did it not go well?” he asked softly, kneeling next to her with a hand on her back.

at the mention of the test, she choked out a sob as she shook her head and tried to hide her face, “no. i failed it, keiji. i failed the entire class.” through the hand on her back, he could feel the way her body was shaking as she tried to keep in her cries.

“let it out, love,” he whispered, encasing her in his arms and squeezing his own eyes shut. his heart hurt for her, imagining the pain she was going through. he heard it in the hiccups and whimpers that escaped her. she’d probably been here all night, and the thought only made him hug her all the more tightly. “they won’t kick you out of the program, right?” he asked.

“no, i get one strike. i’ll have to retake the class, but if i fail another one—” she didn’t finish, only letting out a shaky breath but he understood and he pulled away to hold her face, brushing away the tears that fell from her eyes with his thumbs.

“then it’ll be okay,” he tried to reassure her, “you have a second chance, and you’re going to do great. plenty of other people have failed, too. it’ll be okay. you’ll be okay, and i’ll be here to help you with whatever you need.”

she placed a hand over one of his own that was still on the side of her face, trying her best to calm her breathing down. “keiji,” she whispered, her lips trembling as she tried to hold back another sob that escaped her anyway.

“yes, dear?” he answered, trying to comfort her with a small smile, letting her know he was there and listening.

“why are you even with me?” her voice broke, as if it physically pained her to even say it. her hand dropped back down to the ground as her tears started falling again. “you deserve more. you deserve someone smarter. and better. i can’t even pass my class, what made me think i could do this? i wasn’t resilient for retaking the entrance exam, i was just being stubborn. i should never have been let in. i don’t deserve to be here.” she pressed her palms into her eyes, letting out ragged breaths that turned back into sobs when she pull herself back together.

her words hurt him even more than it hurt her to say. it pained him to hear how lowly she thought of herself when he thought she was the most admirable person he’d ever seen. he could tell the thoughts had been weighing heavily down on her for long–this was the result of pent up emotions she’d been stuffing down ever since that night she cried in the library. he knew that she hadn’t told him everything, but he had trusted that she would open up to him when she was ready.

he moved to grab hold of her hands, gently pulling them away from her face, “i’m with you because of your passion for this career, y/n.” he feels the way her hands start to relax in his hold and keeps going, “just because a test is difficult doesn’t mean you’re not right for this job, y/n. if you enjoy it and you’re passionate about it, that’s all that matters. the rest will come with time. and i know you’re passionate about this. i’ve seen how you treat others, you have so much kindness in your heart. you want to help others and that’s enough. a grade doesn’t define you or your future. i’m with you because you’re so much more than just a grade. i’m with you because i love you, i love your dreams, i’ve loved watching you work towards them, and i’ll be here to continue supporting you every step of the way.”

his words seem to get through to her and her tears start to dry, “do you really mean it?” her voice is just barely above a whisper.

“every single word, love. i love you more than i can put into words and i think everything about you is beautiful. your passion and spirit and the way you carry yourself. i'm the one who doesn't deserve you, i look up to you so much," he tells her, shifting to sit against the bed next to her.

she laughs, pushing at him playfully, “don’t start turning this around to criticize yourself. here, how about we make a deal: if i deserve you, then you deserve me.”

“deal,” he agrees, grabbing her hand to hold it between his, rubbing it gently, “as long as i get to be with you for the rest of my life.”

she sighs, looking up towards the ceiling, “if that’s what you want.”

“it is,” he tells her, turning her head gently to face him as he presses a kiss to her lips, “i want you more than anything else.”

[shade-without-color]

Being subtle is questionable (Osakita drabble)

Note: So I made this in a whim from a chat with a dear friend known as BKAK colleague about certain affairs, and I know I have to write this story 😉😉, and this is being my first subtly NSFW story, some discretion would be advised, thank you BKAK colleague to be my bouncing point to my Osakita madness

In Onigiri Miya, it is expected to see the round of gossips from his regulars and new faces, when they munch upon Osamu’s onigiris, it goes simply as one drunken salesman ranting about how shitty how his job is, along with the rounds of draft beer, tourists who flocked by, with their otherwise mediocre Japanese- fumbling over the correct terms of the food, which thankfully one of his quick-witted part-timers managed to navigate through the language barrier thanks to her self-learning Spanish in her free time. (His English is mediocre at best, but he learned it along the way), and young families flocking to Onigiri Miya, which Osamu took the time to high-five every energetic kid that comes by the shop. 

However Osamu’s ears perked at the sound of the chime, to see the tanned white haired man Kita, huffing a little from the long journey from driving from his farm to his little restaurant. “Special delivery for Osamu Miya!!”, Osamu monetarily paused his motion of fluffing the rice, running over to Kita, who heaved a little deep breath. “Give me a moment….” He called one of the smaller male part-timers to help him to carry the rice packets. 

Osamu’s eyes widened to Kita peeling the banana from his pocket, slowly shoving the fruit slowly in his mouth

“Your delivery order…..” Kita whispered quietly, fluttering his eyelashes in fake bliss, before finishing the banana in one gulp. “Samu”. Osamu withheld a cough, shit this is my supplier, I just need to forget a few nights ago when we actually snog that hard at the counter. His cheeks growing more flushed at Kita’s hand purposely brushing to him.

I need to focus on signing the order and stamping it, he should be gone.

Osamu shut his eyes, trying to think of the worst situation, and right now he could think it is Atsumu stealing the last pudding cup in the fridge. “Oh….Thank you….” Constantly adjusting his cap, Kita smiled a little, unaware of the stamp slipping away from Osamu’s sweaty palms.

“Boss….the rice where do you want to put the sacks of rice….” The young part-timer Hiro shouted to him. “You seems to be dazed….” Osamu shake his head,  noticing Kita giving a cheeky smile, lost in his words. “If you need any more, come by my farm to see the new crops, my grandma asked for you though she did not…” 

“I’ll come by your farm whenever you like….”

Kita’s complexion turned red, “Yeah, excuse me….” And in thin air, Kita seems to disappear, which Osamu heaved a sigh of relief, unaware that one of the older ladies Aiko gave a side eye to Osamu. “Samu-kun…..may I have my order” Osamu gave a bow to her “Oh I am sorry….” continuously folding the onigiri back and forth.

“What is going between you two…”, Osamu frowned a little, focusing his efforts to plate it prettily . “Aiko-san….I”,  The wind chime to Akaashi, Bokuto’s husband shouting his order. “One umeboshi and one Ikura Onigiri please!” Osamu quickly distracted himself to greeting Akaashi. “Yep, coming up…” Though he hid his reddening expression with marvellous grace, focusing on making Akaashi’s order. 

“Miya-san…..” Akaashi quietly muttered to Osamu. “Thanks, seems that new author is driving me nuts…..” Osamu bowed to him. “Oh, sorry, welcome….” he quickly passed the plate of rice balls to him. “How is everything, and your husband Bokuto-san….”

“Good, expect that I heard from Bokuto-san, that your brother Atsumu may accidentally received …I would say….suggestive texts during practice, and it is addressed to Kita, your former captain….”, and perhaps too coincidentally one of his servers passed a customer broiled eggplant. Osamu gulped to himself. “Akaashi-san, do you know what is the context of the texts….”

“I do not pry on gossip like that…..” Akaashi mutter quietly, munching the onigiri. “You should ask your brother…”, Osamu gulped to himself, trying to think of few nights back when he made his way to his farm,  which they drank themselves too silly, reminiscing happy moments in their volleyball team, and perhaps get themselves too frisky. “All I know that Bokuto seems curious about this, and I do not see Atsumu being frisky with Kita….“

Osamu heaved a little. “Perhaps, curiosity will do bad for us….”, forcing himself to fold the onigiris over and over again. If he got the chance, there would be a heated FaceTime call with Atsumu over the contents of the texts.

“I am keeping my lips sealed for now Akaashi….”

“I know….” Akaashi nodded a little. “Try to be subtle next time….”

Subtleness is perhaps not their forte after all

[strwbivy]

THE BOKUTO MOOD GUIDE .ᐟ

synopsis. this is a 'book' talks and bokuto's moods and other stuff related to it :)

wc. 0.5k words | genre. fluffy w/ slight crack | cw/tags. no warnings, just really cute stuff (｡･∀･)ﾉ' guidebook. types of bokuto's moods, problems and solutions

m.list // hq. masterlist

you've got mail ✉ ! reposted post, i'm rushing my reposts cause i wanna continue my drafts so bad 😭😭

NOTEBOOK COVER + PAPER (visual reference)

♡—PROBLEMS AND SOLUTIONS !

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ PROBLEM & SOLUTION 1 // VOLLEYBALL MATCH problem context : a perfect set was tossed to him, and he ran up to spike the ball. his hand perfectly aimed at the center as he jumped and spiked it, only to be blocked by one of middle blockers of the opposing team. he groaned and as the next few more rounds started his performance started to go bad. and you guessed it. he's in his emo mode, and he yells out his very expected line "don't toss to me anymore!" he says, pointing to akaashi. possible solution/s :start thinking of solutions that could help uplift his mood. and make sure to imagine all of the possible outcome when you try to do something, whether it's bad or good. also, if he does say his infamous line then just don't toss to him anymore. it's would seem wrong but it would work. his desire to spike will only grow more as he watches getting ignored by his setter. after a few rounds of tossing to other players you can now set to him again, making him get a point—his mood now being back to a cheery one. make sure to praise him afterwards too.

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ PROBLEM & SOLUTION 2 // VOLLEYBALL MATCH problem context : he's playing in the nationals, and he starts to get frustated as he realizes in the court he's playing in is small compared to the main court hinata is playing in. his mood is starting to go downhill. he's in the edge of going emo mode. some of his team members starts to notice this as his hand accidentally slipped on his hands—causing for them to lose a point. he then feels defeated. his shoulders sloping as he looks at the not so high ceiling of the court. he feels terrible. possible solution/s : it's very simple to resolve this problem. just explain that because the court is much smaller more attention is on to him, and that in the main court only 1/4 of the people will be watching him. he will definitely start contemplating at the explanation and would start to look at the loud cheery crowd. he would then start to agree with you even though what you said was half-true, but that's bokuto for ya'

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ PROBLEM & SOLUTION 3 // A BAD MOOD problem context : he's feeling downcast. by what? who knows. but all you need to do now is to comfort him. he's probably hiding in a enclosed and dark place. tables, chairs, random things he squeeze in-between he hides in those objects just to feel secure. but it doesn't help him with feeling unhappy. possible solution/s : praise him. just literally praise him, or help him with what he's having trouble with. just a praise from someone that means to him can take his mood to a whole turn. you can also try to ask to practice volleyball with you to try and 'improve' your skills but in reality you're just trying to cheer him up. this may work since he just loveeesss spiking. he quite literally has an endless amount of stamina when it comes to practicing.

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[xutokawa]

s/o finding scratch marks on their back

pairings: atsumu x reader, oikawa x reader

genre(s): angst, fluff in beginning, cheating s/o

warnings: langauge, cheating, allusions to smut, mentions of alcohol

wc: 1.6k

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a/n: i feel like writing some angst and nothing says angst like an s/o finding out their partner is cheating :’) send requests for other haikyuu characters if you want some more! i already have a couple drafted up hehe

osamu and iwazumi ver.

kuroo and sakusa ver.

suna and bokuto ver.

akaashi and hinata ver.

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Atsumu

Curling yourself into a ball, you tightly clenched at the blanket, trying to imagine Atsumu’s warmth surrounding you. You dearly missed your husband, touch-starved from not seeing him for two days. A smile spread across your face knowing that he would be in your arms again in a couple hours.

You knew dating a pro-volleyball player would mean nights alone in your shared apartment. It was hard at first, but you slowly got used to it, knowing he would walk through the front door and come back home to you.

Later that day, you were quietly humming to yourself while cooking dinner for Atsumu and yourself when you heard the doorknob jiggling followed by the sound of keys. Excitement and anticipation coursed through your body as you quickly went to greet your husband at the door. As soon as the door opened to reveal the blond setter, you rushed into his arms.

“Y/n,” Atsumu breathed into your hair, holding you tight, “I missed you so much.”

Snuggling into his chest, you replied, “I missed you too.”

Pulling away, you looked up at him, “Dinner’s almost ready. Go wash up first.” 

Atsumu placed a quick kiss on your forehead, muttering a quick I love you before picking up his bags and heading towards your bedroom.

Hearing the shower turn on, you returned to cooking. Hands dry from washing the dishes, you decided to go grab some lotion, heading into the bathroom. You stopped dead in your tracks, however, when you glanced at Atsumu. 

Back turned towards you, the setter was unaware of your presence in the bathroom. Red, angry marks lined his broad shoulders as hickeys were dotted across his neck. You hadn’t even realized you were crying until your vision started blurring. Quickly slipping out of the bathroom, you went into your shared bedroom, packing a small bag with your belongings. Silent sobs racked your body as you imagined Atsumu’s breath on another’s neck, whispering sweet nothings into their ears as he gave himself away to them. 

You couldn’t believe it. Your husband, your Atsumu. More than anything, you wanted to know why? What did you not give? Was your marriage worth nothing to him? Texting your best friend, you told them you’d be staying at their house for the night, not offering further explanation. 

Did he mean it when he proclaimed his love earlier? You couldn’t help but wonder how many times he’s done this. How many times has he betrayed your trust, indulged in another person as you patiently waited for his return. Scoffing in anger, you hastily pulled your ring off your left hand, placing it on his bedside table along with a note. Anger surged through your body as you stared at the diamond gleaming at you, memories of the day Atsumu got down on one knee as he asked to spend the rest of his life with you flooding back. That day, you left, never turning back, putting the past five years with Atsumu behind you.

The apartment was noticeably colder when Atsumu finally stepped out of the shower. Quickly changing, he walked out to the kitchen, craving your embrace. He couldn’t wait to sit down and just talk, maybe cuddle and watch a movie until the both of you fell asleep in each other’s arms. The setter missed you dearly during his time away, and he wanted to make up for lost time. However, you were nowhere to be found. He searched through the entire apartment only to be met with silence. 

Maybe she went out to buy something, Atsumu thought to himself. His thoughts were interrupted, however, when he noticed a note on his nightstand. 

‘I’ll be gone for a couple of days. I’ll eventually come back for the rest of my stuff, but I just can’t bear to see you right now. I hope it was worth it. Glad to know our marriage was worth dog shit to you. Don’t come looking for me, the last thing I want to see is you right now.’

The note in the setter’s hands began to shake as he glanced at your wedding ring on the table. He thought he heard the door open in the shower earlier, but didn’t think much of it. It was only when his shampoo ran down his back that he realized he had marks on his back. Atsumu knew he messed up as soon as the deed was over. Your comforting smile continuously flashed through his mind as he pulled his shirt back over his head. He felt sick to his stomach opening his phone to find a text from you telling him to take care of himself when another person’s scent lingered on him. 

He couldn’t lose you. He needed to find you, tell you it was all a drunken mistake. It was the alcohol, not him. The thought of you despising him made the setter choke out a sob, rushing out the door in hopes to catch up to you. It didn’t mean anything to him. It was getting too lonely without you, and he indulged in alcohol in hopes to fill the void. His eyes searched frantically, legs and lungs burning from running down countless flights of steps, hoping to catch a glance of you and bring you back him.

But it was too late. It was over. Atsumu already ruined everything.

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Oikawa

Frustration boiled through Oikawa as he rubbed his hands over his face. He didn’t mean to lash out at you, after all, you were just being a caring partner. Concerns for the setter’s health turned into a full-blown argument resulting with you in tears and Oikawa at a local bar, drowning his misery in liquor. His state of mind grew foggier with each shot he downed. So when the scent of perfume engulfed his senses as seductive whispers filled his ears, he gave in.

You were waken up by the sound of a clatter coming from the kitchen followed by a loud ‘fuck!’ 

Groggily, you glanced at the alarm clock on your nightstand.

12:47am

Heading towards the source of noise, you found your boyfriend curled in a ball on the ground. The stench of alcohol overwhelmed your nostrils as you attempted to get your boyfriend to stand. 

You couldn’t help but smile at the ‘I’m so sorry, y/n’s and the ‘Please forgive me’s coming out of your boyfriend’s mouth, assuming he was referring to your earlier argument. Sighing, you laid him down on your mattress, walking towards his closet to grab his pajamas. With great struggle, you successfully peeled the shirt from Oikawa’s back before he flopped back down on the mattress. Preparing to shove his night shirt over his head, your movements froze as you took in the claw marks running down his back. Blood running cold, you glanced at the setter’s face, seemingly peaceful as he slept. 

Anger coursed through your veins at the thought of him running into another person’s arms when your relationship got a little tough.

Pathetic.

You scoffed as you threw his shirt on the ground. Blinded by rage, your mind didn’t register your hand coming in contact with his cheek.

A loud smack sounded through the empty night as Oikawa’s eyes shot open.

“You piece of shit,” you venomously spit out.

Confusion visible clouded Oikawa’s eyes as he began adjusting to his surroundings, obviously sobering up.

“Y-y/n, what was that for?” Oikawa began sitting up, eyebrows furrowed together.

“So what, we have one argument and you decide to go fuck some random person?” You raised your voice at the man sitting in front of you.

“What are you talking about? I didn’t-”

“Cut the crap, Oikawa,” ignoring the pain flashing through Oikawa’s eyes at the use of his last name, “The hickey on your neck and scratch marks are more than enough proof that you cheated on me.” 

Panic flashed in Oikawa’s eyes as he realized what was happening, the gravity of the situation registering in his mind. He cheated on you.

“I-” Oikawa stuttered, words getting stuck in his throat at the thought of losing you. He couldn’t even make excuses, knowing he had been caught red-handed in his infidelity. 

“I’m staying in a hotel for the rest of the night. I’m coming back tomorrow afternoon, and your shit better be out of here by then,” your eyes hardened as you turned around, beginning to pack a small bag with essential belongings. Panic rose in Oikawa as he scrambled to stop you.

“Wait, y/n, let’s talk this out,” Oikawa pleaded, tears welling in his eyes, “We can fix this, right? You can’t leave me, I love you!”

The setter’s heart shattered as you flinched away from his touch, as if it physically hurt you to be near him.

“If you truly loved me, you wouldn’t have cheated on me,” you managed to choke out, zipping up your bag. 

“I do love you, y/n! Please, believe me,” Oikawa desperately pleaded, sobs racking his body, “I didn’t mean to! It didn’t mean anything, y/n, I can fix this, I promise!”

“You seem to have a habit of breaking your promises, Oikawa,” your voice audibly weaker. You needed to get away from him, away from the source of your heartbreak. 

“Y/n, wait! Please-” Oikawa’s voice was cut off by the slam of the front door. 

It wasn’t until 47 missed calls, 118 messages, and 32 voicemails later, that Oikawa realized you were never coming back to him. You had walked out of his life forever, and it was all his fault.

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[levisblackbabe]

Haikyuu Boys reacting to seeing you in a Bonnet

Characters: Bokuto Kotaro, Akaashi Keiji and Sakusa Kiyoomi x blackfem!reader (separate)

Genre: Fluff, Humour

Warnings: None

Wc: 800+ (this is also unedited so please bare with for any spellings mistakes)

a/n this took me wayyy to long to post and complete but here we go its not one of my best works and very much rough but I wanted to get things away from my drafts anyways hope you all enjoy

Bokuto, had just gone to his kitchen to get a late-night snack, he left you on facetime facing his ceiling whilst he skewed his cupboards. He didn’t feel like it was worth to take his phone with him since he was going to be back in less than 5 minutes. So, once he returned arms packed with different snack packages he said. “Babe, I am ready now come talk to me”

And off camera you replied “Kay, Bo I am just getting ready I’ll be there in a sec”

So, there he sat looking at the camera waiting to see you again. Once your face came into view his heart glowed. However, once he completely looked at you, he noticed something was missing, something he loved running his hands through. YOUR BRAIDS. And instead of them you had a black hat no. Clearly being confused he asked. “Babe where did your hair go?”.

At first you thought he was joking however once you looked at his pouty face you noticed he was genuinely confused.

“Well, Bo I am wearing a bonnet my hair is underneath.” and you demonstrated this by pulling on of your braids from underneath

Still baffled he asked, “What’s a bonnet?”

So, for the next 5 minutes you explained what it is and why you wore it after your explanation he asked “So I should get one do my hair doesn’t fall off”

Now the both of you have matching bonnets.

Akaashi, has always considered himself knowledgeable when it comes to the majority of things in the world. He thought nothing really baffled him because he knew each race and culture has their own customs. However, staring at his girlfriend of 2 months he wondered WHAT THE HELL is on her head? He tried to pay attention to you talking about your day just like every night but the fact that your beautiful afro was nowhere in sight really baffled him. So, he swallowed his nerves hoping he wouldn’t insult you and asked.

“Angel, you know I love everything about you, and this isn’t question isn’t to offend you but wheres your hair?”

As you started at him Akaashi quickly regretted his life choices and backtracked by saying, “Listen Angel ignore that, I am sooo sor-“

“Kei no need to apologise it’s okay to be curious,” you teased him “but I am just wearing a bonnet”

“A what” he asked.

“You might have heard of this in the media before it’s like a silk cap that-“

“You wear to prevent it from frizziness?” he said in a questioning tone.

“Yes that if you knew why did you ask?” you replied back

“It’s because I just searched it up,” he continued “did you know bonnet is actually a French word for cap”

“Ohh I didn’t know that but there was no need to search it up Kei”

“I know but I just wanted to know more about you to make you feel at home”

“Aww Kei you didn’t have to but its much appreciated”

Sakusa, loved everything about you especially your personal hygiene, you always took great care of yourself which he found such an alluring quality. Yet once again you were able to find a way to make yourself more attractive in your eyes.

So here he was in his bed staring through the facetime camera as you sat in your vanity table wearing a comfortable pair of pj’s as you done your nightly skincare routine. However, there was an addition to your attire the black frilly cap on top your head which Sakusa has never seen before. He was very much bewildered yet he didn’t show it or so he thought.

You noticed his change in demeanour when you put your bonnet on, yet you didn’t say anything waiting for him to ask questions. So, you grabbed your phone from the vanity table and made your way to bed. For the next 10 minutes your guys continued your conversation just how you usually are yet Sakusa couldn’t fully pay attention as you described your day. So he casually “That’s a nice hat you got on is it new?”

“No, I have had for time. Why you ask?”

“No reason just curious.” He said in a curious tone

So you guys intently stared at each other waiting for someone to fess up. Though you aren’t one of patience and broke the silence saying “Yoomi”

“N/n”

“Do you want to know about my ‘hat’?”, you said in an exasperated tone

“Yes, I do”

“Okay well for starters it’s not a hat it a bonnet it’s a silk cap to protect my hair from frizziness but also helps keep my pillowcase cleaner and not get hair products on my skin.”

So, as he heard that explanation Sakusa found another reason to fall in love with you a bit more.

[nepenthendline]

HELLO LOVELY‼️

For your thirst event, may I request Akaashi and hands? 👀 (or any other setter whoever you’re most comfortable writing for)

- Elle 😗✌️

HAND FIXATION - AKAASHI

A/N: Elle said lets kill Chloe by making her write about her favourite things - hands

CW: suggestive themes, akaashi’s hot hands on your throat but not actually choking?

Tagging: @alto-march-of-death @ilhvm @matsunshine @doingitforbokuto 

Akaashi:

Akaashi was working from home since there was nothing in particular he was needed for at the office. The smell of coffee was strong in the living room, overpowering the scent of the ink from the stacks of papers that covered the coffee table. He sat on the sofa, hunched over as he read through each draft panel. 

You knew he was busy with his work, but it was hard not to want to be around him while he was home. You had the day off so you had tried to keep yourself occupied with chores, but seeing sat on the sofa in his glasses, biting his lip on occasion as he concentrated - it was just too hard. 

You make yourself a cup of coffee, as well as bringing another to place on the table in front of your boyfriend, who gave you a quiet ‘thank you’ and a smile, before continuing. You made yourself comfy on the other side of the sofa, keeping some distance from him to allow him to work.

You tried not to, you really did, but your eyes were locked onto watching his hands. His fingers were so long and slender, and he kept his nails perfectly manicured. Each time he picked up a new sheet of paper his muscles flexed, accentuating the veins that ran down the back to his wrist. 

When he picked up his pen to make notes, you were reminded of how flexible his hands were as they quickly twisted and turned to form each letter. The watch on his wrist shuffled slightly as he wrote, exposing more of his smooth pale skin. 

Akaashi had a habit of fiddling with his fingers too, especially when nervous or in concentration. He placed the sheet back on the table, eyes squinting slightly as he continued to read through, yet his fingers were laced together. One finger was brushing slowly over the other from knuckle to fingertip; you could only imagine what it would feel like to have those fingers brushing over your skin. 

“...darling?” Your head whipped up to meet his face, noticing he was looking at you. You stared back at him wide eyes, letting out a hum of acknowledgement. “Are you alright? I called you three time,” he asked, head tilted slightly. You hurriedly waved your hands in front of you, shaking your head in a fluster.

“I-I’m fine! It’s nothing, what did you need?” His eyes narrowed a little, however his hand rose and two fingers shook in a ‘come hither’ motion, requesting you by his side. Your breath hitched a little as his fingers curved, only reminding you of how it felt when he used a similar motion on your body. 

Scooting over to his side, you leaned over towards him as he pointed at a section of the panel. While he read it out to you, his hand came to rest on your thigh, thumb stroking at your exposed skin delicately. 

“Do you think this works well, or would it be better if I changed the wording slightly?” He asked, turning his head towards you. Your focus, however, was down towards your leg, where his hand was burning into your skin. 

“Y/N,” he called, and you jolted in surprise once more. As you looked up, your breath picked up as your realised how close he was. “What’s on your mind? You seem distracted,” he asked, tone full of concern and sincerity. You were about to pass it off as nothing once more, but as you stared into his warm eyes, you knew you couldn’t lie to him. Letting out an embarrassed whine, you buried your face in his neck. 

“It’s just-well... you’re hands are really sexy,” you muttered as quietly as your could, but by the way that he chuckled, you knew he heard. He lifted his free hand up in front of his face to examine. 

“Hmm, you think so?” You nodded vigorously by his shoulder, turning your head slightly so you could take a peak. The hand came towards you, fingertips brushing over your hot cheek settling the skin alight, before cupping your jaw and bringing your face closer to his. Your lip was caught between your teeth, trying to keep some sort of control over yourself. His thumb lifted, settling on your mouth and gently pulling your bottom lip free.

“Don’t bit your lip darling, you might hurt yourself,” he spoke softly, running his thumb over your, now red, lip. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, you can just tell me when you’re feeling like this next time.” Even though he was talking about such a topic, he still seemed so sweet and careful with you. He made you feel so comfortable with him, which only twisted the warmth in your stomach even more. 

He smiled at you - actually, more of a smirk, as his hand slowly grazed down your skin and settled on your throat. You felt his palm rise and fall as you swallowed hard. His fingers rested on one side, and his thumb on the other, but there was no pressure behind it whatsoever. His hand simply sat there and yet your legs were already quivering. He leaned closer, only centimetres away from you before he spoke.

“You’re going to be honest with me next time, right?” You nodded as quickly as you would as his hand supported your neck, earning yourself a smile. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, before moving close to your ear. “Good baby.”

His hand fell from your throat as he pulled away, picking up his pen that he previously abandoned. “I’ve got some work to finish my love, so be good for me until then and I’ll take care of you.”

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OK BEA I'M HERE TO REQUEST FOR HAIKYUU, may i have a soft loving night of massaging sakusa/akaashi/osamu's back, like, they must be tired so s/o offers to massage their back and its so relaxing and ugsjfnxkddnkd much floof pls hahaha thanks ily ♡♡♡

kneading his knots away

A Kiyoomi sakusa, keiji akaashi, and osamu miya x reader

a/n: so I did say that I couldn't post but here we are! hope this is good enough v! This is the easiest thing next on my drafts so let's do this one so I could at least upload today! Hope you guys enjoy it! Let's get started!

 Kiyoomi sakusa

No physical touches.

Okay, maybe a couple of exceptions.

Sakusa would make you wear a mask and use alcohol on his hands as a precaution when you first started dating.

But now, just a spritz of alcohol would do.

He came home from practice, sore and exhausted.

And of course disgusted.

He can feel the sweat on his back.

You noticed his discomfort and told him to take a shower.

He nodded before leaving.

So you decided to set up a surprise for him in the bedroom.

Not that kind of surprise, ya nasties-

You get some candles and lit them to set the mood.

You got some oils out, some towels, you even changed the sheets.

Sakusa came out from his shower, a towel wrapped around his lower body, to see a homemade spa, complete with you in scrubs you used in a costume once

(you dressed as a nurse and he became a doctor but he didn't want you to dress all skimpy)

He hesitantly stripped his towel off, laid down on his stomach then let you place a warm, damped towel on his ass.

You leaned in, pouring some oil on his back then you started to massage the stiff parts, kneading the knots out.

He didn't react much, the only thing that you would hear while you massage him was little hums.

Overall, he was very thankful for the little surprise and will ask you for more.

In his sakusa way of showing you that he's sore and wants another night of massages.

 Keiji akaashi

He was up very late, on his desk, editing a part they needed before that issue could be published.

He was tired and sleepy and a bit stiff from sitting by his desk for a long period.

You were already asleep but you wake up to the sound of his mouse clicking endlessly and his keyboard clattering to make sentences on the screen.

You get from the bed and head over to him, placing your head on top of his, hands resting on his shoulders.

He looked up at you and smiled, leaning back a little more to feel your warmth.

Once you started to feel him relax in your hold, you started massaging his shoulders and his upper back.

He would let out small hums and groans as you fir the right spots.

He would be so cute.

When you get up and see him doing work, you take this as a sign that he needs more massages.

He would be so appreciative and give you massages in return when he sees you stressed as well.

You know his stiffest parts and now he knows yours too.

And you combat them together.

 Osamu miya

This bitch-

I feel like he's never gotten good massages before.

Like the only thing, he would get is those lousy and lazy massages from suna and atsumu.

So when you started to massage his back, he felt like there were rainbows and unicorns out in the world somewhere.

He would thank the heavens when you give him a massage in the breakroom of his shop.

He would tell you something along the lines of this.

"if you have hands like this, then you are fit to make onigiris for the shop."

"then I would like to apply." you joked as you continued to knead out the knots in his shoulders.

He lets out compliments and loud groans.

He likes your massages.

He isn't shameless about asking you too.

He would beg for you to bring him into the breakroom and ease his back in the middle of the day.

And you would gladly do it for him.

 That's all for today! Hope you guys enjoy it! Soldier, poet, king, or the undead exists now coming out soon! Requests are open for everything so please don't be shy to request anything! Love you guys ❤️💖💞💕

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[kookie-doughs]

BETA TESTER

Kozume Kenma X Reader

-Y/N L/N is a popular mangaka.

CHAPTER 3: TESTER

Cursing at your tardiness you dashed through the halls with your portfolio of drafts and scripts, Yelling "Excuse me" at every step you made. You had your hair flying in all directions with you hair tie between your lips, you wore joggers and T-shirt with a half worn trenchcoat (one of the sleeves weren't worn). You had once again stayed up late writing and drawing. Though Jump had told you your drafts doesn't have to be shown until next meeting and this is just introduction of the crew. You were too excited. "Fuck! I'm sorry!" You screeched bumping into someone. All your files had scattered. You mentally cried yourself to death now that they weren't chronologically ordered. "Y/N?" A familiar voice called. Looking up you saw your prettiest boy, "Shit, Keiji I'm so late. Help me pick them up please!!" You said gathering the papers up. When you saw two pairs of hand help you pick up you got confused. "Oh my god, I'm sorry. Did I ruin a date?" You gasped seeing Bokuto helping. Looking clearly at Bokuto you realized you had spilled coffee on him. "I'm so sorry! I'll get you---" He handed you the papers he had gathered, "No don't worry, I just walked him to work!! I could just change shirts. Didn't you say you were late?" "Fuck. Thank you so much Bokuto! I'll but you two lunch! I'm sorry again!" "I actually have to attend the meeting as well, I'll see you at lunch I guess." Bokuto nodded and gave Akaashi a kiss, "see you both! Good luck on your meeting!!" "Are you sure you can go with your shirt like that?" You asked clearly guilty. "Yeah, I'm just meeting friends. They're picking me up here!" "I'll pay for your shirt, coffee and lunch later! You got my number! I have to go!" You then went back to running. "Why are you in a hurry? The meeting is still 10 minutes from now." Keiji sighed. "I need to show the big guy the script for approval so he could show it to Enix." Finally at the building you waited for your elevator. When the door opened a guy stepped out leaving the elevator empty for me and Keiji. "I don't know anymore. Keiji..." I fell on the ground. Akaashi closed the door and pressed for our level. "What if I ruin this and loose my chance of getting the game?" "You can continue with your manga. You should strive for Anime adaptation not a game." He rolled his eyes. "But I prefer gamesss!!" He kept his eyes on his phone. With a pout I turned on my phone.

The meeting is now over and you're doing final reminders. "I almost forgot! We need someone in charge with the beta tester." "Can I go?!" You beamed and stood up from your seat. You got everyone's attention and realized how awkward this is... "Are you sure? What if the game gets errors and bugs?" Akaashi asked. "I-I..." "Well our beta tester is actually a pretty popular streamer, and a potential investor. No pressure." "O-Oh..." The big man of Enix laughed. "She seems like she'll do fine." "If the tester gets technical issues that she doesn't understand I could just help her." One of the programmers suggested. "I don't really want to take care of someone." The other said. "So it's settled. L/N will be in charge of the beta tester." "Who's the beta tester?" "I only got his email. But his stream name is Kodzuken. We'll give you his email and his Twitter." "Excuse me? You want me to contact him through Twitter???" "You can email him." The big guy shrugged.

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Aight bros

So.. Uhh

It's my first written portion...

I am so anxious

I am such a fuckin wuss

damn

-kookie-doughs

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[yamagucji]

Boundaries

pairing: bokuto x gn!reader

summary: bokuto’s public display of affection wounds up making his s/o uncomfortable.

a/n: not proud of this work but it’s been sitting in my drafts for the fattest minute and i finally managed to finish it

Bokuto confessed his love to you in his own little way, one that was gushing with energy and genuineness. You returned his feelings and gladly accepted his request of a relationship.

A few days have passed since the two of you began your relationship. Every time Bokuto had caught sight of you in the hallways at school, he would run up to you and engulf you in his arms. He would make little comments about the things he liked about you then engage in a conversation about your day. It was a sight that surely caught the attention of the whole school. Bokuto’s cheerful energy was one of the things that drew you to him but the attention it brought was something that made you uncomfortable. You felt a little uneasy having everyone’s attention, but Bokuto seemed to enjoy it all.

Bokuto comes running up to you animatedly and engulfs you in a hug. “Y/n-chan! I missed you so much!” His warmth is something that you immediately become putty in.

“Bokuto-san, you saw her during the last passing period.” Akaashi says as he trails behind the energetic boy.

“But Akaashi,” He drags, a dramatic pout plastered on his face as he continues to hug you. “I still miss them so much. And they’re so cute and pretty it’s just so irresistible.”

“Ah did I use the word ‘irresistible’ right Akaashi?”

“Yes Bokuto-san.” Akaashi takes this as his cue to leave the two of you alone, but that doesn’t exlude the many pairs of eyes that have been captured by your attention.

Unaware of company, you remove your face from Bokuto’s chest and give him a warm smile. “Bo, you see me all the time. There’s no need to feel sad. I’ll be here in your arms whenever you see me.”

Bokuto removes himself off of you. “But I like you so much I can’t help it!” He hears his stomach grumble. “Ah I’m hungry! Are you hungry too babe? What do you think we’re having...”

Bokuto’s voice trails off from your hearing as you’ve finally come to notice all the students staring at the pair of you. The realization makes you tense a bit, but it’s enough for Bokuto to notice. While he can’t count the number on his finger, he’s definitely aware that this is not the first time you’ve tensed from his presence. Another thing he notices is that at lunch you’re much quieter than usual.

He takes a pause from his conversation with his volleyball mates and turns to you. “Babe, are you okay? Is something bothering you?”

You look at him and plaster an artificial smile on your face. “Always Bo. Now quit worrying and finish your lunch, class is about to start soon.”

Your response doesn’t seem to match your behavior, and the thought follows Bokuto for the rest of the day.

When the two of you find the comfort of your bedroom after a long, exhausting day, Bokuto immediately throws you into the bed with him. He’s got his arms wrapped around your torso as if afraid to let you go. Truth be told, Bokuto had assumed that he had done something terrible to you and a breakup would follow shortly after.

He whines into the nook of your neck. “Y/n...”

“Did you have a bad time at practice Bo?”

He looks up at you this time, and you can’t help but kiss the pout off his lips.

He shakes his head. “It’s not that. It’s just- you get tense whenever I hug you.”

In a small voice he asks, “Do I make you uncomfortable?”

You shift beneath his hold. You contemplated about coming clean, and the sight of Bokuto’s dejected figure makes you decide it was finally time to tell him.

“Um Bo, I know you don’t mean to- and I love it whenever you give me hugs but it’s just...”

“I don’t like having a lot of people stare at me.”

He sighs in relief. “So you like my hugs?”

“Of course Bo.”

He sits up on his elbow, tightening his grip on your torso. “But if it makes you uncomfortable, then I should tone it down right?”

You send a hand up to cup his cheek, smiling in response. “I would appreciate that.”

With all the worry drained from his thouhts, Bokuto hovers over you and places kisses all over your exposed skin.

He pulls away. “But I don’t need to hold back when it’s just the two of us right?

You send him a light hearted chuckle. “Of course, love.”

He looks at you longingly, in contentment, before sending a loving kiss to your lips.

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Drivers License | Akaashi Keiji x reader

Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x gender neutral reader

Genre: angst, song au

Style: written, short

Re: Inspired by Olivia Rodrigo's 'drivers license', If my work appears similar to the work of others, props to them!

[A/N]: So, I was recently binging Grey's Anatomy and I'm feeling very very angsty today so please bear with me giggles. It's my first work after several months and I have no idea how will this turn out, mwah!

Akaashi heaved in and out, inhaling the earthy, tart aroma of his long black coffee. The usual bustling streets of Tokyo did not unearth on him as he settled his back on the velvet grey swivel chair, breath evenly rising in a calm and anchored motion. Drafts of works and papers scattered on the cold floor. Black hair disheveled, specs lying low, and a whiff of caffeine inside his system. It was...a fairly serene day, predictable if you put it right. Or not.

Akaashi Keiji is a consistent man. Only rarely getting sidetracked. As a person dedicated to his craft, adhering to a certain structured routine is a must. Starting from his health, to his work ethics and habits, to his schedules, and to every aspect in his busy life which had to deal with his work and professional essence.

So how was he, the Akaashi Keiji, the living definition of control and regularity, sitting across his glass window - miserable, in chaos, and fallen between cracks? 

He threw his eyes on his digital clock propped on his study, 12:51 a.m

Shit.

[7:59 a.m]

y/n sent a voice message.

Fingers fidgeting along his screen, bothered heartbeat going in a frenzy — he knew. Oh yes. He knew you sent a voice mail right exactly when you delivered the latter. He knew that it was your voice that'll welcome his ears the very minute he presses play. He knew.

He knew how much he needed that break. He knew how much you needed this break.

"That's not fair, y/n." He mumbled under his breath — shaky, broken, a mess.

And I know we weren't perfect

"baby. don't do this to me please."

But I've never felt this way for no one

Your customary lilting voice shifted to one that of hypnotic. The lyrics rolling out of your tongue, word by word heavenly sung it was almost painful to continue.

This isn't a good idea and it's questionable why he's still listening.

And I just can't imagine

How you could be so okay now that I'm gone

He didn't like it that you were moving on at a misplaced bravado. He didn't like it that you even so much as thought that he's okay with all of this. He didn't like it that you have no idea how much of a throbbing mess he is right now.

Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me

"I'd write you a thousand songs and they'll always orbit around you."

'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

You promised him a lot of things. Marrying by 28. Adopting a pomeranian because you never had a puppy for a long time. Finishing your medical degree so you'd get to contaminate each other with one's stress no more. They were 3 of a dozen.

And yet you get to grant him the most bizarre array of your promises yet.

He knew he needed that break. He knew you both needed that break.

He propped himself steadily, attempting to get a break at this monotonous cycle of regret, hot tears cascading evenly from his cheeks.

"Can't I say I love you one more time?"

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[mochikeiji]

Rockabye, My Love

↠ Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Reader

↠ Warning: slight fluff, soft father/daughter moments, angst. Trigger Warning: mentions of death, depression.

↬ Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Every lyrics had a deeper meaning in them than just words that'll fit a song. Yours was heavier than anyone could think of, and Akaashi was singing it to his beloved baby girl.

↣ a/n: ohayo world! I'm sorry for late posts, expect the upcoming ones soon. School was giving too much works again. Thank you all for loving my Day 2 fic in Akaashi Week!! Also, the lullaby in this lyrics is the same tune as Isabella's Lullaby from The Promised Neverland.

⇢ Day 3: Single Parent AU

"Love, don't you worry too much,

You're doing fine.

You are the most precious thing I have loved.

I will never allow the cruel world to take you— away nor hurt you any more.

I will sing you this song when the world, caves on.

You'll be fine, I will never leave you.

You are the most beautiful thing that has came.

I will protect you forever, my love."

Life is difficult in many ways. It's either we were born different, have lost someone dear or have lost ourselves. It's no wonder how millions of people from all around the world, evert second, minute, hour— someone gives up on everything. It was cruel, disturbing, most of all heart breaking.

Akaashi never understood your true intentions. He was one hundred percent sure he had kept an eye on you at all cost. He's made you smile brighter, he's understood you more than anyone. He made you feel alive.

Yet now you ended up being dead to your own inner demons.

He remembers coming home after receiving good news from his company. He had received a promotion and a week off just for you. That was when the hospital had contacted him. He can recall his ragged breathing when he was allowed to place a foot in your room. Your monitor beating in an ever agonizingly slow rhythm, he knew it wasn't normal and immediately ran to your side.

He wanted to yell, scream, ask you why, why did you do this to yourself but he couldn't, not when you looked at him so scared and weak. The doctors had told him that he had only a few minutes with his wife, the drugs you've intake was too much, not everything was removed nor pumped out of your system. Akaashi never felt so depressed in all his life after that situation as he buried himself into your chest, listening to your lullabies that soon died down along with the light in your eyes.

That was the only reminisces he's had with you,the lullaby you would sing to yourself as a teen who strived to survive the world, a lullaby for his anxieties and own demons to be tamed, and the last thing you ever said. He was happy that over the years before your death, you had given him a customized music box that had the right notes of your song, only this time no one was singing it.

Fingers tapping anxiously on his work table, Akaashi started to fiddle with his thumb and then his index, losing his focus despite looking at the same drafted page lit up on his computer screen. He kept eyeing the pack of cigarettes that was just on the edge of his window— he needed one right now. Cigarettes were the last options he has for when he couldn't calm his beating heart or let his emotions out. But he knows how wrong it was to be damaging his health, and he knows he's going to get an earful from Bokuto since he visits his apartment every weekend. Even if Akaashi tries to hide his dirty deeds, Bokuto wasn't stupid to read through his eyes like before.

Foot was starting to bounce, his eyebrows were beginning to furrow, as if he was irritated, in trouble, or something. It wss getting harder for him, who wouldn't after losing their wife? The person he's loved since his teen years, the one he's vowed to never make her feel like how she did in the past. He failed you. He blames himself for all that matter, if he's added more precautions, maybe you'd still be here.

He bites his lips and whimpers, hands ruffling through his tossled hair and holding his head as his elbows were supporting him on the table. Everything was closing in once more, the walls to his workspace became suffocating, how he wishes one of his friends or yours would come knocking at his door even though it was already 2:30 am knowing how reckless he's getting. He swore he wasn't going to die sooner as you did. He promised to himself to let you and his memories live on, because once he dies, no one will ever remember the battles you've fought for, the good things you've done to many, and the love you've shared with him throughout the years.

"It's so hard without you, love.."

Eyes finally cracking with tears behind his glasses, he lets them stream down his face with his body shaking on his chair. Soon enough he was bound to get another headache from extreme emotion and will probably lay the whole day about it. But none of that mattered to him anymore.

He just wanted you back.

But his cries weren't the only ones that can be heard in his apartment.

Jolting up to realization, he carelessly wipes away his tears with his sleeves and tumbles our of his chair straight to his room. His heart was beating fast in worry and adrenaline, he thought the source of the crying in his room had been taken away or worse.

But it turns out, it was just his little baby girl crying in lonliness.

As he got closer, her cries were getting deafening, but he didn't mind. Not when his heart was swooning with guilt when he thought of giving up and caving to his own needs when he's forgotten he has a reason to continue on.

With the night lamp on at the side of her crib and his bed, he cooes at the sobbing baby with sweet nothings to catch her attention. Th cries immediately died down and replaced with sniffles and the baby looking up hazily at the dark figure above her.

Smiling, Akaashi carefully picks her up from the crib to cradle her on his chest. Giving her small pats on her back with hush whispers when he feels her stretch on his body.

"Shhh, I'm sorry, were you lonely?"

Grabbing on the string of his lamp shade on the nightstand, he pulls the string, allowing more light to glow in his room, and for his little girl to finally see that she wasn't alone anymore. Akaashi swayed gently as he remained in eye contact with the baby, smiling ever so slightly at the unreadable expression his daughter was possessing and played with her fingers.

"Maybe I should work with you around, you never really like it in the dark, do you, baby?"

His little girl cooes at him, curious of what language he was speaking to her and hopes he understood what she was saying as well. Akaashi's heart swelled at the adorable sound and nuzzled his face softly on her stomach, the baby still confused as ever but just clenches her hands in wonder.

His anxieties and thoughts disappearing in the air whilst he sat down on his bed and held his baby near to where his hesrt was beating. The same day you died, was the same day you had given birth. It was a miracle for the baby to be healthy despite what you had intake. He remembers after your announced death, the nurses had to usher him out, but only to drag him into another room where lies a bassinet and a couple of IV's attached and treatments.

When he got closer, his world was shaken that day. The sight of you and his baby alive and now existing after 9 months of waiting was there right before his eyes. But his heart broke at the thought of him being the only one to raise her, and her not having to meet her beloved mother. He was so emotional that day that he almost lost it when he realizes why she was kept in there and why there were so much stuff in this room. He didn't want to think thag he was losing another one when he had just met her.

The nurses explained that there was nothing wrong with the baby, just taking further check ups and to ensure she was absolutely healthy. He was already been forced outside your room that no longer held light, he wasn't going to leave the room where his daughter was until he holds her in his arms where he knows she'll be at the safest.

As time went by to now, Akaashi feared her growing up in the future. She resembled mostly to you. She was a dead carbon copy of you and he was terrified she'd experience what you have as history might repeat itself. The very thought of his daughter having something inside her little head without telling him scares him, Akaashi knew how cruel the world can be and hoe each second in life matters because we are unaware of the deaths happening at those time.

He prayed his baby girl wouldn't go through what you did as a child and carry it until she grows up. He hopes and believed in his own strength that he wasn't going to fail her this time— that there will be no person by her side and will lovd and protect her other than her daddy.

His tears blocking his vision of her as he held her tightly. He whimpers at remembering his thoughts earlier. He wanted to curse himself from thinking of leaving his daughter to fend for herself in this world and to find a way to be back to you. But he knows he was still with you, your daughter was the last love you could ever give him and he was going to love her more than anything.

The trembling of his body stops when his baby started to cry and squirm in his hold. Her whimpers breaking his heart when he couldn't solve her distress, it seemed like she was in pain and he knew this situation like in the past.

"Shh, shh, I'm here. I'm always here. I'm sorry."

Reciting out the same line he's used when he held you against his body that night. You cried and held a hand to your heart that day as he hugged you tighter. The demons inside you he had curse to go away and leave you alone. But they didn't.

An idea popped in his head and reached out inside his nightstand drawer. The little music box you have crafted for him still looked the same as it was before since it was taken with good care. He proceeded to wind it gently to let the soft tune play as he stood up once more to cradle his crying baby.

"Love, don't you worry too much,

You're doing fine."

He sings the first verse of the long memorized lullaby you sang for him. Using his thumb to wipe away the little tears that had escaped his daughters eyes. Her cries were stopped momentarily and were replaced by sniffles. Her dazed eyes making eye contact with her father's.

"You are the most precious thing I have loved."

Akaashi would be cringing thinking his voice was terrible, but the little girl in his arms seemed to be intrigued and loving the harmonized voice of her daddy and an unknown tune from the background.

His voice was smooth and soft. Completely out of character from his monotone one, but enough to capture the attention of someone.

"I will never allow the cruel world to take you— away nor hurt you any more."

He couldn't tell if he was singing the lullaby to her or he was making a silent vow to her. The lullaby you sang to him for the first time he tried searching for in the internet what the lyrics meant and who wrote it. Sadly, there were no results that came up that day.

And you never really told him how you got that song and who it was referring to in the lyrics.

But nevertheless, the lyrics could never be at the right time as it was now. It felt like he was reminding himself of what his role was from now on and what his daughter should always remember as she grows up.

No one was going to hurt her on her watch.

"I will sing you this song when the world, caves on.

You'll be fine, I will never leave you."

At the end of that line his voice cracks as he held back his own tears. He can hear only now your voice and hoe you would thread his hair during nights of distress. How he missed so many cracks of your voice from being too intrigued with the song. How he missed the fact that you needed him the most those nights of terror, yet you chose to make him feel secure and loved without leaving anything for yourself.

Slowly, his mind was connecting all the lyrics and your actions in his head. You were a self reliant person.

You sang this song in reminder that you were loved, beautiful and was protected by the few people that truly loved you. This song was meant to keep you alive.

To keep him going.

And now

It was a vow from him to his daughter.

"You are the most beautiful thing that has came."

Smiling sadly down to his baby now calmed down and listening intently to her daddy, Akaashi leans down to press kisses on her face with his tears sliding down.

He should've sang this to you when you needed it the most. A reminder of what you truly were to him. He hopes deep inside, somewhere up there or in his room you were listening. Listening to him remind you and his daughter— his world and universe, that he was going to be stronger and fulfill his own promises.

One day he was going to meet you in another life he believed, where he'd make you stay, where you and him will raise your little girl once again and he'll wake up next to you. Where he'll be the one singing this lullaby tune as he hold you both in his arms.

But for now, it was just going to be him and his baby girl.

"I will, protect you. Forever, my love."

[handsoffmyfriends]

NOT HAPPY TOGETHER - PROLOGUE

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PAIRINGS: ex!Kuroo Tetsurou x gn!Reader, platonic!Akaashi Keiji x gn!Reader, ex!Sekimukai Kouji x gn!Reader, pining!Akaashi x Bokuto Koutarou, pining!Sekimukai Kouji x Izumi Yukitaka, Kozume Kenma x Hinata Shouyou

WORD COUNT: 7,065

WARNINGS: dumb choices, drinking, sex mention, kissing your best friend lmao, unhealthy coping mechanisms, pining, so much pining its a pine forest, lovesick fools, angst, really really self indulgent like look at the ships lmao

A/N: so this thing became an entire au that has evicted the actual paying tenants in my head to squat rent free lmao just a bunch of maybe chronological events beginning with The Breakup and leading up to Getting Back Together

i totally lost steam at the end rip but i need this out of my drafts since scrolling 34 years to find my smau drafts is killer

tags: @samanthaa-leanne @finnydraws @peteunderoos @lowermoons @deestielluv @angyboibakugo @carmomo18 @kuroirl​

Part One

The day started with melancholy. The weather seemed to disagree, not a cloud in the sky as the morning sun filtered into your room through poorly drawn curtains, the warm rays scattering along your faces. 

It was your last day together before you moved to the other side of the country for college for the next four years. Hokkaido had offered you exactly what you wanted to pursue, you just had to sacrifice your life in Tokyo to take it. Kuroo had been overwhelmingly supportive when you received your acceptance letter, rambling on and on about how Kenma would make sure he had a decent computer setup so you could video call every day, how the physical distance wouldn't matter in the long run.

You didn't tell him how much it meant to you that he would go to all those lengths to be with you. You didn't tell him how you couldn't ask that of him, how unfair it would be of you to tether him to you like that. You knew he deserved better than that, better than text messages and video calls. He deserved to be with someone that could be physically by his side, and that someone just wasn't you anymore.

You woke up somber, despite the warm, comforting arms wrapped around you like a cage. You allowed yourself several minutes to relish in his warmth, to commit to memory how perfect it felt to be by his side, since you knew you would never have this again.

Usually, you were both slow to wake, indulging in early morning cuddles and kisses, but today you couldn't bring yourself to bask in the little world of happiness the two of you had cultivated over the three years of your relationship. You were going to tear it all apart, but you knew it was for the better. There was no happiness in a relationship that would be held together by loneliness and longing, of staring at phones and wondering when the next text would come, when the next call would come. It would be torture and no matter how much you loved him, you couldn't bring yourself to demand that of him.

So, you didn't roll over and kiss him awake like you usually would. You don't stare at his sleeping face for minutes on end, marvelling at how peaceful he looks in slumber. You already knew every facet of his face, every emotion he was capable of expressing, so you don't need to commit anything to memory. 

You pull yourself from his grip, despite him trying to tighten his hold on you as he came to consciousness. Even in sleep, if you tried to wiggle away, he would pull you closer instinctually. He looked up at you bleary eyed, a little confused, but happy to see you nonetheless, a sleepy smile gracing his features. The pure adoration he held for you sent your heart plummeting.

You gave him a tight smile back before leaving the comfort of the bed, the beginning of a bigger departure. You left him to doze off as you mulled around the bedroom, picking out some clothes and heading to the bathroom without a second glance. If you had looked at him again, you would have noticed him watching you with furrowed brows. 

He knew you were worried about moving to Hokkaido, he was feeling down about, too. Today was your last day together in person, but he meant every word when he said he would be on top of calling you. Part of him knew your behaviour wasn't off because of the move, he knew you were keeping something from him, but he wasn't about to pry. He knew, deep down, that something was wrong, but he ignored that niggle of anxiety, just like he ignored the space that had suddenly grown between you.

--

It continued in the little actions throughout the day. You could barely look him in the eyes, could barely respond to his numerous assurances that he would call you, that it wouldn't be different, not really. You tried to wear a polite smile and nod, but it felt worn, like a terrible disguise and you knew he could see through it. It caused him to lay it on thicker, that by being overconfident and overbearing in his determination to make things work, it would smother the uncomfortable atmosphere that you had created.

"It's going to be fine," he repeats for the hundredth time, rubbing your shoulders soothingly. "I know you're nervous about the move. Hell, I would be, too!" 

You hum, an acknowledgement that he's spoken but nothing more to contribute to the conversation. You're sitting in the living room, your bags packed and ready to go. You get the notification that your ride is here, that will take you to the airport and send you to the faraway island.

"You can call me when you're settled," he continues. "Or when you land. Whenever you want, kitten. I'll always answer." 

It's almost sad, how desperate he is to convince you it will be okay. You have no doubt in your mind that he would hold true to his word, that things might even work out in the end, but you also know that would demand crippling loneliness. It would demand that each of you be on each other's beck and call, that when that phone rings or a text comes through, you're expecting to answer or reply. It demands that you're both hanging on the edge of your seat, waiting desperately for that phone call, that text message.

"Kitten?"

You hum again, looking up at him in inquiry. It's a mistake, he's looking down at you with all the love in the world. It wavers your determination, makes you falter in your resolve. You want to reciprocate that love so much, with every fibre of your being, and you do, you really do, which is why the next words out of your mouth are, "let's break up." 

The next few moments go by in a blur. You barely register what he's saying, if he's saying anything at all, or what you're saying in return, if anything at all. You know deep down, this needs to be done, neither of you can live happily hanging onto that next text message, that next phone call. He deserves better than that, and so do you.

You gather up your bags in a daze as Kuroo is speaking fervently, questions and compromises falling on your deaf ears. You give him half hearted responses, barely formed excuses that you both know are bullshit. You don't look at him the entire time, knowing if you gave in and looked at the pain you had inflicted, you would cave and take it all back.

You leave without another word. Kuroo is torn between chasing after you and demanding a proper reason, but he knows it would be to no avail. He lets you go, knowing he has no chance to get anything out of you today. He tries to convince himself it's because you're leaving, that your nerves are wound up, that you're stressed and anxious about the move and about the new school, that you aren't thinking properly. That in a few days, you'll realise how silly you're being and you'll take it back.

He lets you go because he's confident he can change your mind. 

--

He's calling you the next day. 

It startles you out of your light slumber. You'd been going non-stop ever since you left, arranging your new room, organising your college schedule, finding the closest shops and most effective public transport, being thrown way out of your depth at the sudden independence that this new life demanded of you. Thankfully, you had a week to get used to it before college started handing your ass back to you on a silver platter.

You scramble to see the caller ID and your blood runs cold when you see. Everything in you is telling you to answer, to apologise for your actions and to take it all back, to even beg his forgiveness, but you just stare at the phone as the call goes to voicemail. You breathe a sigh of relief, though it's short lived when you get the text that you have a new voicemail. 

And then he's calling again. 

It goes like this for a solid fifteen minutes. Call after call, your heart desperately wanting to answer him, but your mind knowing you shouldn't. You've repeated it to yourself a thousand times already, that it's better off this way, that you both wouldn't be happy.

You're starting to hate yourself for being so stubborn.

--

The next day you're introduced to your roommate. Which, to your surprise, is someone you recognise. You hadn't expected to know anyone here, and if you're being honest with yourself, you don't really know Akaashi Keiji all that well. To you, he was just the friend of your boyfriend's best friend, who went to a completely different school. 

Well, ex-boyfriend. 

Akaashi seems to be surprised to see you as well. He introduced himself politely, finishing with, "you're... Kuroo's parter, right?" 

It stabs you in a way you didn't think possible. You can feel your heart skip a beat before it picks up in double time, loud in your ears as Akaashi regards you with polite interest. You clear your throat, avoiding his gaze as you say, "ah, n-not anymore." 

You find that Akaashi isn't a very expressive person. If he's shocked at the revelation, he doesn't show it. "Oh, my apologies." He doesn't pry any further, his voice devoid of any genuine feelings towards the matter. You don't know if you should be annoyed or relieved that he doesn't ask you about it. 

It's then that your phone, from the very traitorous place on the kitchen counter, starts to go off. Akaashi glances at it before you're able to clamber over the sofa to the offending device, Kuroo's face and ID lighting up the screen in an entirely offensive display to your pride. 

You hastily hit the reject button rather than letting it ring out, which earns you a raised eyebrow from your roommate. You can see the gears working in his brain as he pieces together the facts, though you're not given a chance to recover as your phone is going off again.

Apologies spill out of your mouth as you escape the communal area, shutting yourself in your room and away from Akaashi's judgement. You clutch at your phone like a lifeline, the feelings of remorse and desperation taking you over as Kuroo tries to call you over and over, the tears falling relentlessly for as long as he tries.

He gives up after ten minutes this time, though he leaves a voicemail for every unanswered call. 

-- 

It's later that evening that you finally emerge from your room. Kuroo didn't try to call again, but he's been texting you non-stop all day. You've been reading them, how could you not, your heart breaking all over as you read the begging. It would almost be pathetic, how desperate he is for your attention, if you didn't reciprocate. You ask yourself for the hundredth time if this is the right course of action. 

Akaashi, to your surprise, has made dinner for the both of you. He's still in the middle of serving the meal, his eyes flickering up as you enter the room. 

"Are you okay?"

The question throws you off guard. You sputter, "I— what?" like a moron, feeling entirely off balance. You'd expected a lot of things to come from Akaashi, mostly negative, but not concern for your wellbeing. 

"I asked if you are okay," he repeats, setting two bowls of food onto the low table by the couch. The apartment made use of the minimal space, meaning it was an open living layout with no dining area. 

You gaped at him like a fish, unsure of what to say. He's patient with you, taking a seat and waiting for you to catch up to the present moment. You eventually do, wordlessly taking the floor across from him, staring at the meal like it held all the answers to the universe. 

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," he continues. "I don't mean to be presumptuous, but I find myself in a similar sort of situation." 

You glance up at him like a rabbit staring down the jaws of a fox. He's regarding you with a carefully neutral expression, his hands busy with his bowl and chopsticks. You open your mouth to speak, but it's dry, and your voice comes out a lot raspier than usual. "What do you mean?" 

"A long distance relationship," he says simply. "Bokuto suggested it, but I talked him out of it. We came to the agreement that we could try again once I graduate college, since he's going professional." He arches a delicate brow when he looks back up at you as he says, "I assume you had a similar conversation with Kuroo?"

You feel the knot in your belly tighten. You swallow thickly, willing yourself not to cry. "Not really," you admit, voice laced with emotion. "We didn't... discuss anything."

He studies you in a relaxed way as he eats, prompting you to start on your own meal. You thank him quietly for the meal despite not feeling hungry at all. You eat it all the same.

--

Akaashi is remarkably understanding about your decision. The only thing he doesn't agree with is you shouldering the decision, but he knows Kuroo well enough to know that there would have been no convincing him otherwise. 

Kuroo continues to try to call you daily. Usually, its towards the evening, when you and Akaashi are either eating or watching TV to wind down for the day. You ignore it every time, Akaashi growing increasingly more worried about you as the weeks go by. 

The two of you talk about your not-boyfriends a lot. The difference being that Akaashi maintains a friendly relationship with Bokuto, the two texting on the daily and video calling every other day. You had been present for one of the video calls, milling around in the kitchen behind Akaashi. Bokuto had greeted you politely enough, but you could tell he was angry with you. You didn't blame him, he was Kuroo's best friend after all, and you were surprised to find him tolerating you at all. Akaashi must have explained things to him, because the next time you accidentally crashed their video call, Bokuto had been much more pleased to see you.

Kuroo's unanswered messages to you deviate from their begging to be more casual, recounting his day in a one sided conversation. Somehow, it makes it all the harder to continue reading them, but you don't have the heart to block his number and you feel like you at least owe it to him to keep reading them. You don't touch the voicemails, knowing that if you heard his voice, your resolve would crumble.

It comes to a head one day, six months later, when you're lying in bed, unable to sleep, when he's texting you again. The frequency has died down considerably, the daily texts and calls turning into weekly ones. You watch with tears in your eyes as he recounts his day yet again, how much college is kicking his ass and how much of a recluse Kenma is when given the choice. He mentions how he's been spending time with Bokuto, suggests that the four of you should all have a video call and how is Akaashi going by the way?

He calls you after he's finished, and you nearly answer. Your finger hovers over the green spot, and you're ready to give up, this clearly isn't working, but for the first time he doesn't call until it rings out to voicemail. It leaves you feeling hollow. You had finally come to terms that you weren't going to hold out, that you were going to answer him and beg for his forgiveness.

He sends you one more text that sends you over the edge. You only read the first line of the preview, "I'll always love you, kitten," before you're opening up your messages with Kenma, begging him to talk to Kuroo and ask him to stop contacting you. You couldn't do this anymore.

And just like that, Kuroo goes silent. You feel your heart shatter at the realisation that you finally got what you wanted, that Kuroo would finally stop contacting you. You aren't sure when Akaashi made his way into your room, but you're bawling into his shoulder as he holds you close, rubbing soothing circles into your back as your heart is finally able to fully break.

-- 

Things get better. You're able to focus more on your college work and your friendship with Akaashi becomes more than a pair of lovesick fools. It becomes genuine, and strangely domestic. Akaashi's a lot better at cooking than you are, so in turn you handle the cleaning. Usually, you'll watch him cook and narrate the process like you're on a cooking show, and you'll rate the dish and give a critical analysis that's full of bullshit words and terms you don't fully understand. Sometimes, you'll even get into the kitchen and have Akaashi instruct you on what to do. He almost always takes over.

You both prefer to study in the communal area, quietly enjoying each other's company, and you regularly watch TV together. You don't necessarily talk a lot during these times, but you both relish the companionship and how comfortable it feels to be around each other.

You take each other out on platonic dates on the regular, too. Usually just to the coffee shop on campus when you're both run down from a lecture, swapping who pays for whom every time. Sometimes, it's a little more elaborate, a casual night out at the local izakaya. 

Friendship with Akaashi comes as easy as breathing and he quickly becomes your closest friend. You confide in him as much as he confides in you, though the topic of conversation deviates from your mutual pining to more substantial things. You find that your original assumption of Akaashi not being very expressive was entirely false. He's just extremely guarded, but he feels at ease around you, almost as much as he feels around Bokuto, so you get to see his rare smiles and listen to his laughter.

There's a day where you're both exhausted from the week, feeling especially touch-starved, when you cross the line. Akaashi is the one to suggest it, his reasoning very sound. You're both craving physical contact, you're both helplessly in love with someone you can't be with right now, so why not give it a try? 

"You can pretend I'm him," he says in a low voice as he moves into your space. It sounds so unhealthy, but he would be doing the same with you, so it would be okay, right?

You find out very quickly that your relationship with Akaashi could never be anything but platonic. When he kisses you, and you kiss him back, you both recoil with an almost repulsed expression mirroring back to each other. You're the first to laugh, the small giggle escaping your lips with Akaashi hovering over you on the couch. He sits back and laughs along with you as you trade compliments for your kissing style, but come to an agreement that it felt wrong.

You never speak of it again.

After that, you're somehow even more comfortable with each other. You start calling each other by first name. You often gravitate to his side, whether it be huddled down on the couch, completely invading his personal space, or be it out in public, where he carelessly throws his arm around you.

The two of you could never see each other as anything but platonic friends, but you're still able to satisfy the cravings of the skin, in the form of casual touches and friendly embraces. It becomes the norm for you two to be touching somehow, whether it be hand holding or just standing shoulder to shoulder. It's therapeutic.

Some of your classmates ask if you're dating. You laugh at the questions, there's no way you could date Akaashi. You assure them that you're just best friends. It doesn't seem to convince anyone, but you don't really care. They don't understand and you don't want to make them. It's between you and Akaashi, and probably Bokuto, too.

--

You're at a party, entirely too drunk, when you're being pulled into a bathroom and you're being ravaged by someone you don't know. He's probably a classmate, someone you see every other day, but right now you can't find a name. You find that you don't care, and you lose yourself to his ministrations as he peels back your clothing and presses wet, drunken kisses to your skin.

It's when you muse his black hair into something far too familiar, moaning out a name you thought you'd never say again, that has you scrambling from the sink in a panic. You barely give the man another look before you run, out of the bathroom and out of the building, onto the cold, dark street. You fumble for your phone with ragged breaths, dialing Akaashi.

You're panicking and you're damn near in tears on the phone to him. It takes him no time at all to come to you, you were somewhere on campus, and he's wrapping you up in his scarf and jacket, holding you close as you come down from your hysterics. 

You walk home in silence, your hand firmly clasped in his. He sits you down on the sofa, wrapping you up even more like a burrito, setting a glass of water in front of you as he prepares tea for you both. You're dazed, or you're just still really drunk, because suddenly Akaashi is next to you and pressing the warm mug into your hands. 

"What happened?" 

You shrug helplessly. "I don't know. One minute it was fine, I was about to get the dicking of my life—" You stop yourself, your brain catching up with your words. "No, I wasn't. I was in a fucking bathroom of all places. No, that would have been a shit fuck," you murmur this to yourself, voicing your thoughts. You startle slightly when Akaashi places a hand on your shoulder, bringing you back to the present. "Oh. Um. For a second, all I could think of was Kuroo, so I panicked." 

Akaashi sighed, rubbing your arm comfortingly. "I'm glad you're okay. Next time, let me come with you."

You wiggle your eyebrows stupidly. "Why, you wanna get down and dirty with me?" The question barely makes it out before you're laughing. The idea of sleeping with Akaashi has become laughable. You suddenly grow somber as the thought crosses your mind and you look up to him with the biggest eyes you can manage. "Hey, can I sleep with you tonight?"

He snorts, an affectionate smile dancing on his lips. "You are so horny when you're drunk."

"Not like that!" you exclaim, a little too loud, a little too excited. "Just... you know. Sharing a bed. No funny business." 

He can barely hold back his own laughter, giggling softly at you. "No funny business," he agrees with a giggle, patting the top of your head. "Alright, give me a minute to make my bed." 

-- 

Akaashi is on a video call with Bokuto when he has to excuse himself for the bathroom, leaving Bokuto to spot you in the background and excitedly hollering your name, calling you over.

"We haven't spoken in forever!!" he whines as you take Akaashi's place on the sofa. 

You laugh as you say, "I'm pretty sure we spoke last week, man."

He playfully pouts, but excited all the same. "Yeah, but last week you hadn't kissed Akaashi yet!" You freeze and Bokuto bursts out into mirthful laughter. "Or slept with him!" he adds for good measure, and you feel like your entire existence should just cease to be.

"Well, uh, you see, about that," you try to explain, but you're stumbling over your words and Bokuto is having the time of his life on the other line.

"I'm just teasing," he assures in between bouts of laughter. "He told me all about it, but I've been dying to know your side of the story. C'mon, tell me, is he not the best kisser you've ever kissed?"

You pray for some divine being to smite you on the spot, to spare you the embarrassment of the conversation, but your prayers are not answered and you're forced to go along with Bokuto's asinine line of questioning. "Well, uh, no offense to you or him, but no? Like, objectively he's a great kisser, but like..." you trail off helplessly. "I've kissed better," you end up saying fruitlessly.

Bokuto's eyes shine with glee. "You mean, my best bro, Kuroo? Oh, hey, that rhymes!" 

You chuckle at him, ignoring the little pricks to your heart. "Yeah. He's spoiled me for life, I think," you say, truthfully. Neither that drunken mishap nor Akaashi could compare to how it felt when you kissed Kuroo. But, you very purposefully do not follow that train of thought, and you're blessed with the return of Akaashi. 

He gives you a quirk of the eyebrow as he takes a seat next to you, very much in your personal space, going so far as to rest his head in your lap as he looks up to the screen with pure adoration. "Are you behaving yourself, Bokuto?" 

"Always!" he barks back cheerfully. "Just sharing stories of what it's like to kiss you!" 

Akaashi buries his head in your lap and you feel like a furnace, no doubt your face is as red as the shirt you're wearing. Despite it all, you pat Akaashi's head comfortingly, and Bokuto actually squeals, an impossibly high pitch from the man, as he coos at how adorable you two are. 

"Is your partner as cool as I am with you being this affectionate with Akaashi?" Bokuto blurts. You miss the narrowing of Akaashi's eyes.

"We aren't together, Bokuto," Akaashi murmurs. Bokuto waves him off with a grin.

"I, uh, I'm not seeing anyone," you announce, forcing a laugh. You nudge at Akaashi ever so slightly, smoothly sliding out from under him. "It was nice to talk to you again, Bo, but I've got some shit I need to do. You kids keep it PG13 in the living room, okay?"

You don't see the stern look Akaashi gives Bokuto, nor do you hear the reprimanding when you close yourself in your room. You aren't privy to the conversation that follows, nor Kuroo meekly poking his head into frame. 

"This isn't healthy," Akaashi scolds. "It's been over a year, Kuroo."

"Then tell me with absolute certainty that I don't have a chance," he counters. "Tell me that it's a lost cause." 

Akaashi opens his mouth to say just that, but knows it would be a lie. He frowns as he says, "it still isn't healthy." 

--

College starts back up with little fanfare. You and Akaashi sign on to stay as roommates for the duration of your courses, which was a no brainer. You couldn't imagine not living with Akaashi, and for the time being, you'll let yourself live in the fantasy. You know you'll eventually have to let him go, when you both graduate and he returns to Bokuto, and you're fine with that. You don't know what you're going to do, but you figure that isn't something to worry about for another few years.

Bokuto comes to visit, though it's barely for a weekend. You try to give the two men their privacy, you know that despite not dating that they would want their alone time, but Bokuto is very insistent that you all hang out together.

Once, you would have said you were better friends with Bokuto over Akaashi. How could you not have been, you were dating his best friend and you all got along. Kuroo would often drag you along to their joint volleyball training camps, and he would often want to catch Bokuto outside of school hours. Bokuto was funny, easy to get along with, and charming in his own way. Akaashi would often accompany Bokuto on those outings, but the two of you just never hit it off.

Funny how things work themselves out.

Akaashi's having a shower when you drop next to Bokuto, throwing your legs over his lap and leveling him with a serious look. "I'm going to ask you something and you're not going to read into it or tell anyone about it," you say as you get comofrtable.

He raises an eyebrow impossibly high. "I can promise none of that," he answers truthfully. "I can't keep things from Akaashi."

You muse for a moment. "Okay, Keiji doesn't count." He suppresses a squeal of delight at you using Akaashi's given name. Something about your friendship with Akaashi really tickles Bokuto's inner fangirl. He schools his face into something more serious when you cock your head to the side. "Right. Um. How is... Kuroo?"

His eyebrows shoot even higher, eyes sparkling with intrigue. You're quick to deny any special interest (lie), you fell out of love with him long ago (lie), you're completely over him (lie). You're probably being too insistent on these facts (lies), but if you repeat them enough, they'll eventually become true, right? (Wrong).

"I haven't even said anything yet," Bokuto laughs, silencing you. "He's doing fine. I think he's seeing someone, but he's so tight lipped about it," he says with a frown while the news causes your heart to skip a beat. "He's still living with Kenma. Oh! Kenma and Hinata started dating, did you hear?" he trails off excitedly, and you find it difficult to pay attention.

Was Kuroo really dating someone? You had no right to feel as upset as you did, it is what you wanted to happen, after all. The whole idea was so you could both find happiness in someone a lot closer. Really, you should be happy that he managed to find it, but instead you feel bitter that you haven't been able to. You've been too busy denying your feelings, denying that you're still hung up on him nearly eighteen months later, but even if you decided to accept them, to take it all back, it seems it's too late for that now. You wouldn't deserve it anyway, not after how you callously threw him aside.

Akaashi joins you a little while later, and he knows something's upset you. He slips in easily between you and Bokuto, returning your legs to lay atop both of their laps, and he rests his hands on your thigh in comfort. He doesn't ask what's wrong, but he manages to steer Bokuto's topic completely away from all your old friends, to what the three of you should do tomorrow before Bokuto has to leave.

--

You start dating.

It's a lot harder than you ever thought. You never really dated in the first place, since it was in your first year at Nekoma High that you met Kuroo and very quickly fell into an easy relationship with him for the following three years. You didn't know how to date, and you were too embarrassed to ask Akaashi for advice. Part of you told you that he would be just as clueless.

Most don't go anywhere after the first date. It's surprisingly time consuming and you'd rather spend your free time with Akaashi. Some see a second date, but things just don't feel right and you don't pursue a third date.

You're walking through campus, on a haphazard video call with Hinata. He's not even in the country, he's in Brazil now, learning how to play beach volleyball. You'd always been friendly with the Karasuno middle blocker, but you'd made an effort to keep in contact since you found out he and Kenma were dating. Next to Akaashi, Kenma was your best friend, which meant Hinata was now your best friend, too.

"Sounds like you're having a wild time there," you remark to his latest misadventure. "Keeping it interesting so Kenma will keep sponsoring you?" you add as a tease, giggling with delight when Hinata gets all flustered and embarrassed.

As Hinata tries to save face, you notice a young man looking at you sheepishly, like a child that's lost their parent. He couldn't be older than you, maybe he's younger than you. "Ah, I'll call you back, Sho," you interrupt, quickly ending the call and giving the stranger a kind smile. "Can I help you?"

He looks about as awkward as you feel as he takes the two extra steps to approach you. "This is probably really weird, but were you just on the phone to Hinata Shouyou?"

That's how you met Sekimukai Kouji, who just so happened to be Hinata's old friend from elementary school. Your world in Hokkaido didn't seem nearly as detached as it once used to, and you struck up an easy friendship with Kouji.

It didn't take long for the two of you to start dating. It felt freeing, for a little while. You felt happy, or at least you had tricked yourself into feeling happy. As the months ticked by, guilt began to gnaw at you. Were you actually happy or were you just using Kouji as a stand in for Kuroo? Should you even get to feel happy after how you broke Kuroo's heart?

It came to a head one day, several months after that fateful encounter, when you were getting hot and heavy with Kouji. You'd invited him over, it wasn't the first time he'd been over, with the intention to study until your brains were mush. Studious as you were, study took a backseat after an hour, when the numbers and letters started to swirl around your head and make even less sense than usual, when Kouji's hands found your thighs and your attention was very much no longer on the nonsense alphanumerics.

His hands gripping at your sides, pressing hot kisses into your neck, your hands in his hair, tugging fervently, when you both moaned different names. Neither name belonged to the present company.

You might have been more upset with yourself for allowing it to happen again, if Kouji hadn't done the exact same to you. You both break away with mortified expressions, apologies ready to spill from your lips, when you both register that you both fucked up. A tense second passes before your chuckle breaks the silence, and the tension with it, and you're both laughing at how ridiculous you both are.

Kouji opens up and explains how he's in love with his best friend from elementary school, has been for countless years now, how he's never had the courage to admit anything, too terrified to lose their friendship, and how he hoped you would have been able to distract him, for lack of a better word.

It's almost funny, if it weren't so damn sad. You were both using each other as a stand in. You recall Akaashi offering the exact same scenario to you almost two years ago and how ridiculous it had seemed at the time.

You explain yourself in turn, and you're both laughing with tears at how pathetic you both are. You encourage Kouji to shoot his shot, that having been friends with Izumi for so long means a confession couldn't possibly ruin anything. Kouji suggests you at least try and talk to Kuroo again, though he understands that your side is a lot more convoluted than his.

You break up that day, but you maintain a solid friendship with him, to the point that you still call each other by first name. You're the first person he calls after he confesses to Izumi, telling you with tears in his voice that he lasted a whole week being single. You congratulate him, just as teary eyed, so overwhelming happy for him, and insist on meeting his new boyfriend.

It's a bittersweet moment when you do finally meet Izumi, several weeks later. You're genuinely happy that it worked out, that Kouji is the happiest you've ever seen him in the short time that you've known him, but you can't help but feel a little bitter regarding your own feelings, on top of feeling like you don't deserve to feel badly about it, since it's all your doing.

You still spend time with Kouji, though the majority of your spare time is dedicated to Akaashi. When you're out on campus, Kouji will join you in a video call to Hinata. He doesn't visit you in your apartment anymore, which is just as well, since you've decided that your home is for you and Akaashi only (and Bokuto on his rare visits).

--

Your last year of college goes by uneventfully. In the final week leading up to your graduation, and your eventual eviction from the college housing with Akaashi, you're reminded that you need to find new housing in Tokyo. Hokkaido was only ever temporary, you loved the lifestyle of Tokyo, you loved the people in Tokyo.

Akaashi already has you covered. He doesn't take no for an answer when he tells you of the apartment he's secured, that the two of you aren't parting ways just yet, that Bokuto is still abroad and besides, you're just as important to him as Bokuto is. It makes your heart feel as light as a feather, makes you even more excited to graduate.

The new apartment is a lot more spacious than what you've been living in for the past four years. You decorate it together, going to the store together to find more space fillers, more indoor plants, to make the space something that's entirely you and Akaashi. Despite how perfect the place ends up becoming, how truly at home you feel in your new home, uncertainty gnaws at you. This isn't really your place, not really, not when Bokuto returns.

"Hey, Keiji," you lean over the island bench as Akaashi prepares a simple recipe for dinner. Bokuto is visiting this coming weekend, and you need to air your concerns before then. "What happens to me when Bokuto moves in?"

Akaashi regards you with a slight frown, as if he doesn't understand why you're asking, as if the answer is obvious. "Nothing," he says with a tone of obviousness that matches his expression. "This is your home, too."

You hum in thought, feeling your heart soar. "Yeah, but... won't it be weird for you? Having me around when you start getting serious with Bo?"

He stops what he's doing so he can give you his undivided attention. "My getting serious with Bokuto doesn't mean you have to leave. We've been living together for so long now, I think it would be weirder if we weren't." He places his hands over yours, giving them a gentle squeeze. "If you do want to move out when that happens, it'll be on your terms. I'm not going to force you out, and neither is Bokuto."

You blink back tears that you didn't know were welling up. You clear your throat and pull your hands back, feeling way too loved. You aren't sure what to say to such brutal honesty, even though you're used to his brand of honesty by now. Despite not replying, he seems satisfied enough with your reaction to continue with dinner, glancing at you occasionally with a soft smile. You can't help but reciprocate.

--

Bokuto moves in six months later, when he's finally released from volleyball hell. You find it isn't as uncomfortable as you first feared, and you continue to live with the happy couple for a following six months before you decide to move out. It pains you to do so, to leave your best friend of five years, but you aren't really leaving, not when you're moving a few blocks away. Akaashi insists that you visit frequently, which you do, and for the most part it's like you never even left.

But, now you have somewhere to go when Bokuto wants to have his friends over. More to the point, when Bokuto wants to have Kuroo over.

Bokuto never said anything about it, never asked if you would be okay with having Kuroo visit for the day, never even suggested it. He would only ever invite Kuroo over if he knew you weren't going to be home, and he would always make sure Kuroo was gone by the time you were due to return. He probably would have kept that up for years, but when you caught wind of what he was doing via Akaashi, you felt terrible. The apartment had become just as much Bokuto's home as it was yours, but you were making Bokuto have to treat his best friend like some kind of sinful secret.

Living alone wasn't bad. It took some time getting used to, and you very quickly had to learn how to cook on your own. You often phoned Akaashi during meal times, asking him how to do this or that, and sometimes he would just come over to help you. It was a good excuse for the both of you, as he missed you as much as you missed him.

--

As the fifth year ticked over and Bokuto's birthday inched ever closer, you came to terms with the inevitability that you would have to face Kuroo again. It was probably childish of you to hope you could avoid him for the rest of your life, to continue avoiding the truth of your feelings. It was amazing you'd managed to avoid him for over a year since moving back to Tokyo, especially during those six months where you lived with Bokuto. You told Akaashi that you were ready, that you weren't going to miss Bokuto's birthday for something so silly.

"I don't think it's silly," Akaashi disagrees. "Bokuto will understand."

"We're adults," you say with a shrug. "I can’t avoid him forever. I might even be able to apologise.”

[leemaht]

spare konoha dating hc's 🥺

believe it or not i had these in my drafts already. hope you enjoy :3

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boyfriend scenarios/dating headcanons

haiba lev, akinori konoha as your boyfriend

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warnings: none

pairings: lev x reader; konoha x reader

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lev

he is baby

you were in the same class. he noticed you but didn’t act on it except for occasional greetings in the hallways or small talk during lessons.

one day you got dragged to practice by one of your friends who apparently had a crush on one of the other players.

when lev saw you he walked over and asked why you were here. but not in a bad manner, but was rather excited. then you explained and he got kind of down because it sounded like you didn’t want to be here.

you saw it and added

‘but i would really like to see you play too, so give your best, alright?’

his face lit up and he was flowed by motivation.

‘i will! so watch me!’ and he ran back to the court. you had a light blushy smile on your face because of his cute reaction.

the next few weeks you came to practice every day and you could feel lev’s motivation rise up every time you set foot into the gym

he talked to you before and after practice and even started conversations in class. after a few days he asked you to have lunch with him, that’s when he asked you for your number too.

he texted you every day. texted? spammed!! but you didn’t seem annoyed, responded every time and laughed at his jokes. he didn’t really notice to have fallen for you until he realized that his thoughts were kind of always on you.

when you were hin class, he was literally staring at you the whole time. when he found a funny meme online he thought ‘i bet y/n would like that.’ and sends it to you. and his teammates are so annoyed! he talks about you 24/7.

kuroo made him realize. lev had one of his rants about you and kuroo was fed up.

‘alright we get it! n/n-chan is great and you like them!’

‘like them?’ and he thought about it and he was right.

was way too shy to confess at first. he started to get a bit distant and observe you from afar until it struck him.

at one practice yaku was going off on lev for being incompetent and stuff as per usual. but this was the first time you saw it and it made you feel really bad. lev looked so sad and defeated as he tried to explain himself to yaku.

you stood in between those two and defended him.

that’s when lev couldn’t take it anymore. he just blurted the confession out in front of the whole team.

‘y/n-chan, i really really like you! pleasebemygirl-/boy-friend.’ he said way too fast and way too loud. the whole gym had gone quiet. [they really hoped for you to accept. they all knew about lev’s feelings, i mean he is really obvious. they are like a super supportive family]

‘yeah, i’d really like that.’ you could hear them all breathe out at once.

cheering and a bear hug from lev after.

you had your first kiss on your first date. not because there was a mood but lev became over excited. he had planned this date for days and since this was his first date ever he researched. on. the. internet.

and this one article said that couples who kissed on their first date were reportedly less likely to separate. he believed this shady article.

he made it his goal to kiss you and desperately waited for the right moment. but every time he thought about it the moment was gone.

after a while he looked really down and you asked him what was wrong. he explained his problem. after that you chuckled and kissed him.

he blushed so badly. pouted a bit because he was the one who wanted to kiss you though.

study dates? well you have to tutor him... he has other qualities than being clever.

carries you around on his back, randomly picks you up bridal style or sneaks up to you from behind hugging you.

hear me out. he is the little spoon. i just really like the idea of him being hugged from behind while you nuzzle your face into his back

when he sees you first in the morning you bet he screams your name and waves even when he is still on the other side of the hallway. he is always so exited to see you.

this guy is an adhd (no offence) patient. he doesn’t even notice that he is fidgeting with your fingers or subconsciously braids your hair but doesn’t stop either when he realizes

good morning and good night texts every day

he picks you flowers when he sees them along his way

jealousy: always

when he sees you talking to one of your male classmates or even his teammates he starts pouting and won’t talk to you before you didn’t assure him how much you loved him and maybe kissed him. after he is back to his cheery self

konoha

this boy is a dork. a good one though

how you met? you were a friend and classmate of akaashi

akaashi had a team lunch scheduled at one break and he had totally forgotten about it because he was just eating with you.

the whole team [mainly bokuto] blew up his phone asking where he was. bokuto forced him to attend

‘but i’m with n/n right now.’

‘just bring them along.’ so you tagged along.

‘should i really? i mean it’s a team meeting.’

‘don’t worry, bokuto asked me to bring you more than once already. they will like you.’

you arrived and bokuto hugged you tightly 

‘n/n-chaaaan.’ after he introduced you to everybody

konoha was still missing though. 15 minutes into the lunch break he showed up out of breath from running and sat directly next to you, neither realizing your presence nor how close you were. he explained why he was late. after that bokuto just randomly remarked

‘btw that is l/n y/n next to you.’ that’s when konoha looked at you for the first time and scooted away from you out of embarrassment 

‘god i’m really sorry, i thought you were one of us.’

‘ah it’s fine’ and you smiled a wide closed-eye smiles which could brighten up the whole day of the person addressed. and it did. 

konoha blushed really bad as he reached out his hand for you to shake

‘konoha’ ‘y/n’

this was the moment he knew he wanted to get to know you better. you were so pretty

 the rest of the meeting konoha asked you tons of questions about yourself while the rest of the team except bokuto exchanged knowing glances and smirks

the next day he came to your class. he didn’t plan on talking to you but check on you so he awkwardly stood in the door frame looking for you. in vain. you were nowhere to be seen

right when he was about to leave he flinched as he heard your voice behind him

‘konoha-kun? what are you doing here?’

he was a stuttering mess,then akaashi saved him.

‘we need to talk about something club related’

‘i’ll leave you two to it then.’ and you walked to your seat

‘thanks you really saved my ass here.’

akaashi this little jerk wrote what happened into the group chat of the team. they all hyped him up to ask you out. at first he refused but they started bugging him so hard that he finally gave in. bokuto is his personal hype man. [lots of shoulder pats and thumbs up in the next few days.]

he got your number from akaashi and asked you for a meeting on the weekend

he took you to lunch and a long walk in the park were he confessed. he tried to be as cool and composed as possible but failed miserably

you let him speak though and gave him your sweetest smile to encourage him to continue. you didn’t look surprised though so he got a little worried

‘wait, did you know?’

‘not really, but bokuto’s sign language whenever we talked was a bis suspicious.’ he chuckled on your remark but knew that this joke didn’t mean you accepted him. he put his hand on the back of his neck and asked the question

‘y/n, i know we don’t know each other for long but when i first saw you i couldn’t take my eyes of you. you are the prettiest and nicest person i know. would you be my girl-/boy-friend?’ he was a bit calmer and freer in his speech after your remark

he lost his confidence though when you didn’t answer for a few seconds

‘ah, was that too much? i’m-’ you cut him off with a kiss. it was just a quick peck but it was enough to leave him speechless

‘yeah, i’d really really like that, konoha.’

he was so relieved.

he kissed you again right after, but this time deeper and more passionate, putting his hands on either side of your jaw as yours rested on his chest feeling his fast heartbeat.

at the beginning of your relationship he was nervous and rather shy really. you didn’t know each other that long so he was afraid that you might not like him anymore if he opened up too much at a time. but when he realized how serious you actually were about him he didn’t hesitate.

he shoots really bad jokes and pick up lines at you all the time. 

he shows you off so much. he is so proud of everything you do. the whole team knows every one of your test results and every meme you ever sent him.

he takes photos of you in private and posts them all over his social media [with your permission of course]

has a really pretty picture of you as his lock screen and wallpaper.

kiss him on his cheek while taking a selfie and you can be sure this guy gets a nosebleed

his room is hung with framed pictures of you [you two]

hugs? yes please. hug his waist and rest you head on his chest and he will marry you on spot. he also loves to hug you from behind and rest his head/forehead on your shoulder. that gets really awkward sometimes because he does that randomly even when you are chatting with your friends.

that’s also how he expresses his jealousy. when a guy is hitting on you he just walks up from behind, hugs you and stares the guy down with his piercing green eyes.

he likes to act cool in public, the team knows him as a joker but as soon as he is fully comfortable around you [which didn’t take long btw] he is a complete different person. he is a big softie, tells you all about his worries and likes to be comforted by you.

resting his head on your chest,listening to your heartbeat while you stroke his hair is his second favorite hobby apart from volleyball

lots of hand holding and side hugs as pda. also loves to have his arm around you waist as kind of protection from other guys

[fandomlifechoseme]

ndbwhs for the your name fic(if you do decide to do it ofc) can you use female pronouns? unless you prefer any other i don't mind

SO SORRY That this took so long! I had already wrote this and it was ready to go but my laptop restarted and I lost all of my drafts 😢 

This won’t follow the exact story line but I hope you like it none the less!

Huh? my chest feels lighter. I sit up in my bed to analyse my body. Well what I thought was my body

“AHHH!!!” I was most definitely not in my usual female body. I was in a teenage boys body. This must be a dream then. I pinch myself hard and I didn’t wake up. Strange. As I was considering my options I hear the door open and a rooster headed man walks in

“AH! WHO ARE YOU?” Oh shit my voice is different too. He looks very confused and shakes his hand in front of my face.

“You’ve already tried that trick before Kenma. It didn’t work then and it wont work now” Huh? this boy’s name is Kenma. Kenma what? I decide in a split second decision that I’m going to roll with this. I must be dreaming so it can’t hurt. I stand up quickly and it felt like all water in my-no Kenma’s body went straight to his bladder. Shit. 

“How do I pee?” I ask the rooster man. 

“wut” 

“How do I pee with a penis?”

“You’re not Kenma. Are you?”

“No. I’m Y/n L/n. How do I pee?”

“I’m not giving you a demonstration but I’ll tell you what to do”

After the quick dilemma this morning the day continues. The Rooster man (Who I found out was named Kuroo) would walk me to my classes and point to where I was sitting. Then the bell rang to go to out club activities. The Rooster man said Kenma was a setter on the Nekoma team. 

“Oh! Good! I’m a manager of the Karasuno volleyball team. This shouldn’t be too hard!” His face was priceless. 

“KARASUNO! OUR SWORN RIVALS?! TELL ME THEIR SECRETS!” I laugh and pretend to zip up my mouth. He smacks the back of my head and we walk into the Gym. APPARENTLY it was a joint training day so the members of Fukurodani were there too. 

“Kenma isn’t feeling well so he’s going to sit out on today’s practice match” He obviously thinks I can’t set. Humph. I mean he is right but way to assume Rooster man. Great. Now every ones eyes are on me. I quickly turn away.

A short boy comes over to check on me and it takes a few seconds to even realise he’s talking to me.

“Kenma? Are you okay? do you need to go home?” I’d love to but Rooster Man knows where I live and I do not.

“I’m fine” Shit I’m gonna go out on a limb here.

“Senpai” now his face is shocked. Shit is he a first year? Or a second year like me? I shouldn’t of assumed that just because he keeps beating that first year that he-

“Senpai? I knew I’d earn that from you one day Kenma. Yaku-Senpai! I like the sound of that!” OH this Kenma fella doesn’t like to call people formalities, Got it.  After the practice match was over I memorised everyone’s names. That’s the best part about volleyball is names are being shouted over and over. I learnt that the first year Yaku-Senpai keeps beating up is named Lev. I learnt that the other third year was named Kai. I learnt a few of  Fukurodani’s names too. Like Akaashi and Bokuto. 

While I was lost in thought Akaashi approached me.

“Kenma-san are you okay?” Dam. he’s pretty. 

“I’m fine Akaashi” No formalities 

“KENMA! I’M HEADING OFF! YOU SHOULD COME TOO!” I wave goodbye to Handsome Akaashi and follow Rooster Man outside. As we were walking back to ‘my’ house Rooster Man asked me many questions

“So do you like Volleyball?” 

“I love watching it”

By the time we got back it was very dark so I just collapsed on my bed and fell asleep.

“WAKEY WAKEY Y/N OR KENMA!!!” Huh. Am I still in Kenma’s bo-Nope I have boobs. The person trying to wake me was Tanaka and Nishinoya

“Ryu, Nishi it’s me! I’m not Kenma!” I get tackled into hugs. 

“Ok! What happened yesterday” They both go into deep detail. Ryu added sound affects while Nishi acted everything out. 

“Well That was weird. I’m glad it’s over”

The next day

“KENMA! WAKE UP!” dammit.

“Rooster man I’m Back!” 

“dammit”

The Next Month

Kenma and I switch body’s every second day. I got so used to this that I started practising my setting so I can be an asset to the teams. Kenma started leaving me notes. I don’t know why but these notes always brought a smile to my face. He was more considerate than I had expected. One note he left said

‘We have a doctor appointment today, So I bought you that book that you said you wanted to read so you won’t be bored’ I left my number at his desk one day and we began texting rather than just leaving notes. Let’s just say I really liked him. 

Walking into practice everyone was gathering around Takeda-Sensei.

“Whats going on?” I ask Daichi-Senpai

“We have a practice match with a team called Nekoma, this time next week” I squeal louder than I expected.

“Oh! Sorry! I know the Captain and setter, So I’m a little excited!” I send Ryu and Nishi a knowing glance. I grab my phone and text the group chat with Kuroo, Kenma, Ryu and Nishi.

‘Yo!!! We’re having a practice match with you guys next week!’

‘Yeah! We Just Got The News Too! Gonna Be Great To Chat To You Without Looking At Kenma’

‘cool’

Without even realising time flew by. The day before the practice match was when they started to head over to Karasuno. Which meant Kenma missed out on all the driving. We already planned to meet up after we arrived so when we got there I sent Kenma a quick text.

‘Yo! we’re here! Wanna meet at the cafe down the road?’

‘deal’

“YO Rooster Man lets go!”

 “I told you to stop calling me that Y/n-Girl?” I poke my tongue at him and we head off to the cafe. 

“hey! a table for... five! please!” We get seated and we wait.

“That’s them” Kenma or Me? points to us and lets just say when I saw them I was nervous. 

“Hey!” I gave a small wave and I awkwardly stuck out my hand and went to shake Kenmas? but the second we touched I felt a surge of power and I blacked out.

“KENMA? ARE YOU OK?” huh? I look at my hands and they were small and dainty again.

“I’m me?”

“Y/N?” so it turns out we switched back. I stood up and saw Kenma looking at his hands. 

“Y/n? are you... you?” I nod. He walks over to me and grabs my hand. When our eyes met I realised how close we were. 

“can. can I kiss you?”

“YES... I mean Yeah sure”

Our lips met in a sweet kiss. This definitely was a moment to remember.

AHA! I’M DONE WITH IT!! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT MY CHILDREN!