#ive been writing pretty short things lately skdjfs

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SOMEBODY STILL WRITES FOR KNB THATS AWESOME!!!!!!! When you get a chance, can I get prompt #17 with Akashi from knb? please I love him sm, bby deserves all the love in the world🥰🥰🥰 if you don’t want to that’s totally fine too, no rush!!!! Take care of yourself!

; YESS !! ahahahah im an endangered species,,, and ok i know maybe ur expecting smth super fluffy but i couldnt help myself and added just a bit of angst (idk if this qualifies as angst tbh) :”]

pairing .. yakuza!akashi seijuurou x civilian!reader

word count .. 0.3k

prompt .. “Please, can this moment last forever?”

You can’t remember the last time you saw sunlight illuminate his face. 

“It’s too dangerous to be seen out together during the day,” he says. Which is why he only ever comes to visit you under the cover of darkness. 

On quiet nights when his men are out carrying his orders, when he’s certain there will be peace for long enough, Akashi Seijuurou takes a step out of the underworld and into the warmth of your touch. 

For years it’s been like this. Sometimes he comes every night of the week. Other times, you don’t see him for months. However, a single rose always appears in the empty vase you keep on your dining table to signify his coming later that night. 

And that single rose is how you know he’s coming again tonight.

When he arrived, no words were exchanged. His lips on yours was more than enough to let you know how much he missed you.

Hours later, as the sun’s rays broke through the horizon and landed softly on Akashi’s sleeping face, you sighed to yourself. 

It’s been, you didn’t remember how long exactly but it’s been a long while since you’ve seen him this way.

In his sleep, he looked calm, free, relaxed. Every time he was with you he looked like that, but you could always see the exhaustion behind his eyes. 

You know about what he does. You know how risky it is for him to be with you. And yet, you want to wake up to him like this every day.

Gently, you ran your hand through his hair, pulling it out of his eyes. 

“Please, can this moment last forever?” you whispered, a silent prayer.

But it can’t. You know it can’t.

Again he’ll disappear, out your front door with no word of when he’ll be back again.

But whether it be days, weeks, months, or years, you’d wait for that single rose to appear. 

You’d wait for him to come home.

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