#keiji-interacts

[dailykeiji]

today's keiji is: arms for protecting

[bsdtual]

Guys i think i do have a type........

[brujeriahizobrujeriaa]

Rewatching Haikyuu (2)

i lOVE i just love how akaashi's like "nah bokuto is the worse, his spiking practice never stops" or something and he's like... right there. like always, all the time, bokuto will ask for more tosses and akaashi will be there all. the. time. like honey you are just humiliating yourself i love how he's the one who puts up with his bullshit more often and he doesn't seem aware of it at all. honestly so sweet

akaashi: you're joking dude we've been at this for fucking hours

bokuto: please o...

akaashi: jESUS FINE. one more and i'm out

*stays there. permanently *

[zerosocialskillz]

Sometimes I wonder about a canon divergence AU for Mob Psycho 100 where Mogami doesn't get captured and follows through his promise of watching Mob.

Imagine being a psychic going to Spirits and Such and seeing what is said to be one of the strongest vengeful spirits just hanging out in the office not doing anything malicious. Reigen claims that he made sure Mogami can't do shit by using his psychic powers. You don't sense any psychic restraints on Mogami, but you go along with it, figuring that it's metaphorical since he isn't hostile right now.

[krys-loves-otome]

Do you think you could survive 24 hours locked in a room with your least favorite character?

Sorry anon, this might be more than you bargained for, but I gotta ask about the logistics of this locked room.

Are we here willingly? Because while I might be locked inside with my least favorite character, they'd be trying to find ways to escape if we're trapped here against our wills. We could even bond over escape plans then he might go up on my list of favorite characters because of our camaraderie. (Though I would also sit in wonder in the first hour at least pondering how they could capture this person alive bc he'd destroy them first).

If we are here together willingly (which I highly doubt, but we'll go with it for the sake of the question) and since we are going to be here for at least a full 24 hours...

Does this locked room have snacks and some drinks? Is there Wifi and do I have my computer devices? Somewhere comfortable to sit or sleep because surely we'll need to sleep at some point in these 24 hours?

How's the temperature? Would I have to cuddle with my least favorite for warmth and do we have to keep each other entertained? Bc some of my least favorites are also the non-talkative types like me, so if we have something to distract both of us, we'd be okay.

On the other hand, if the other is the extrovert type of my least fave and he craves the social mineral, it'd be awkward as hell, but I still would survive (physically), just that my social battery would be depleted by the end of that 24 hours and I would not want to see that specific fave for at least a week and I won't speak verbally for at least that long.

Pro-escaping plan would take priority if they get annoying enough though.

Hella Bored, Ask Me Things (Anon or Not!)

[banqanas]

sometimes instagram will recommend me posts from kuroki keiji and man

he is soo living his dad life to the fullest 🥹

Kuroki Keiji instagram

[owlyflufff]

silly bokuaka polls #1 💛

[atlas-of-galaxies]

may i please request sara and keiji memory dance

father-daughter dance :)

[milodotjpg]

[kikkai-kettai]

HELLO , WORLD !!! caling all your turn to die kins , right here , right now ! i'm sara chidouin and i'm looking for my friends ! come message me so we can chat !

(a note that i had romantic feelings for joe in my canon , so - please be 14-16 if you're him, haha?)

[datastate]

i will really never understand people who wish for “light-hearted” keiji x kai. please replay their ‘fondness’ events. if they ever were to befriend one another, that alone would have an extremely detrimental effect on both parties (but - particularly kai, as he is trying to heal from the past; it is keiji who incessantly digs it up and holds it above kai as a reminder that he is no better than him). kai’s patience with keiji and that mutual understanding should not be mistaken for empathy - it is a scenario specifically derived to make the other feel as if they are ‘where they belong’ (as those who’ve seen the worst the world has to offer and let it shape them).

[dailykeiji]

today's keiji is: stop living in the past 🤍

[kiyoors]

better in my head

akaashi keiji x reader

wc: 652

this is my hate letter to deep swimming pools shivers and my love letter to cinnamon— the healer of all things.

akaashi can’t do anything but scrawl his love, vignette by vignette

as of late, akaashi has been finding himself in and out of his head. he has a crush, he thinks, maybe under the influences of his own heart. he barely knows you, logic argues. he returns back to reality just in time to catch a glimpse of you exiting the lecture hall early. he’s a fool, he thinks, letting you get away so easily.

—

daydreams of your shiny laughter dot his mind, the light you bring into his life refracting off the dew drops of early morning grass. back in his head, akaashi finds himself being the grass you step on. he sees you outside, laying on soft sheets on summer days, reading, idly running your hand through the grass as you would with his hair. akaashi tries to approach you that day, but he falters. not yet, he tells himself, instead, he carefully saves your image, folding it gently into his heart, head spinning.

—

through loose tags and bunny-eared threads, akaashi stumbles upon you again. this time, on social media. he scrolls, fascinated by all ten pictures that make up your profile. through a ten-paneled window, akaashi meets your friends— and, your smile.

—

akaashi is thinking of picture number seven, posted on june of the year prior, when he feels a tiny tug to his shirt sleeve. his delicate nose lowers to meet your wide eyes. akaashi panics. your smile is like cool rain on his skin. wordless, you squeeze in front of him, standing before the shop counter as you retrieve your drink. akaashi finds himself at the bottom of a dark pool, deep underwater. your presence is the only light that indicates him of where the surface is. he takes one of his earbuds out; he takes a breath. he catches a whiff of cinnamon as you wiggle past him again. now, with a good distance between you both, he swears he hears your sweet laughter echoing off the walls of the pool.

—

akaashi has never really been someone to remember his dreams. but ripples of your face light up the darkness he sees behind his eyelids. you left the lecture early again. this time, akaashi was sure he’d take your hand before you slipped away. he never had the chance to. he does when he dreams, though.

—

colorful lights blind akaashi— this is nothing like the light you give off. the colors here are dull, muted, and repeat every five seconds along with the beat thundering in his chest. no, akaashi has never been much for parties. and the bubble of color bursts, along with your lips, as he sees you kissing a stranger. your hands are tangled up in their hair, just the way akaashi pictured they would tangle in his locks. the stranger’s hands roam your body— lower than where akaashi had imagined his own. and, again, just like in the lecture hall and just like in the coffee shop, you leave before akaashi can say anything. leaving him in a deep pool, looking for the surface, looking for the light.

—

if only akaashi could have told you, shown you, what you meant to him.

but he was always too late,

and you always slipped away.

he never had the chance to.

—

it’s a bitter day outside, the day akaashi sees you again. his fingers are wrinkled from having been in the freezing pool for so long. his drink smells like cinnamon, and he left the lecture early to get some fresh air before it became too unforgiving.

he sees you crying quietly at the steps of lincoln hall, in a cold pool of your own. heart thundering and knees cracking, he kneels to your eye level, gently patting the top of your head. he sees the darkness in your pupils, the bursted color of your irises. he smiles, he takes you to the surface.

he, the air, smells like cinnamon there, you realize.

[organicm1lk]

yttd where everything stays the same except reko and keiji are exes

[tahdashi]

I WANNA MAKE LIL COMIC STRIPS OF MY MOOTS AND THEIR BOYS