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blucassiopeia · 2 years ago

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"A prelude spin-off for an upcoming fic"

warnings: afab!reader, fluff, angst, surprising, 6.8k LONG

An Akaashi Keiji x reader one shot, yes or maybe not? let's see

a/n: felt like writing this rn so i can have a week free of preludes and continue with the main fic, hopefully as i work through being a useful citizen; a bit of meh in the end because it's originally a bonus chap but i decided to incorporate it here

"How would you want our first kiss?"

You never whipped your head that fast all your life, it felt like it was gonna rip out of your neck. He was copying the notes he missed out of your classmates' but his face was beet red beside you, sweat beading at the side of his face eventhough the room's airconditioned. Your look was incredulous, and you started laughing so hard you knocked off your pens due to your fist hitting hard your desk.

He scowled, "Nevermind."

"W-wait," and you continued laughing.

His scowl deepened and he side-eyed you and went back to writing. Classmates were looking already to the sound of your laugh, others were already infected and started snorting and giggling on their seats.

Your laugh curbed to a breathy laugh to a giggle and you scooch over to him more and whispered, "D'you want to kiss me?"

He continued copying, huffing as he goes and done, closing his notes and turning his face to you. You felt his minty breath from the energy bar he had for snacks.

"Of course." whispering back, holding your eye contact for a few seconds and his gaze went down to your lips and you felt like you can't breathe when his gaze came back to your eyes. You swallowed hard.

There was never a time when you won't feel like your heart will skip a beat when you interact with Akaashi Keiji, but on times like this, it doesn't. Instead, it gives your heart an extra beat and a thousand monsters would go wild in your gut, you wanna run away screaming his name until your chords give up. You wonder if he knows that. You wonder if he feels that.

"But not here. Inappropriate." You snorted and sat properly, shoulders brushing his as he, too, leaned back, resting his head and back from a 30-minute write.

"Hmmm," you hummed, lifting your chin up, thinking about his question. How would you like your first kiss? Well, this is not your first kiss. You had your first kiss stolen during middle school at a school festival. Not to worry, Keiji knows it already.

You bit your lip when you realized that if your fantasies happen, fantasies you're about to spill to him now to answer his question, it'll be your first kiss that you both mutually wanted. And not just a stolen one, but a real one. You can't hide your smile and he looked at you, a brow raised and silently smirking.

"Maybe I want it raw."

"What!?" It was his turn to whip his head hard and fast and look at you like you had popped out of thin air. "R-raw?" He stuttered and you narrowed your eyes on him.

You started hitting his shoulder and arm as you processed what he would have been thinking about what raw is. "You! 18 year old man! Captain of the volleyball team! Stop thinking about those kind of things!!" A series of Ows were heard across the room, he has to back away to avoid your heavy hand.

He is laughing through his flinches and it fumed you more. "Stop it, Y/n." He giggled as he grabs both of your wrist. "I'm just kidding. Just kidding." Keiji guided you back to your seat and made his seat again next to you. "Soー" He cleared his throat. "ーraw? Explain." He fought with all his might not to laugh at your still-scrunched-up expression.

"Stop laughing, okay?" He covered his mouth as he nods, resting his elbow at his desk, body turned to you, giving you his full attention as always.

"I want it unplanned. But I, you know, I would especially like it when it happens in a baseball fieldーcoz you know I'm a baseball playerーand I want it raining, and my favorite song comes along and you'll dance with me in the rain then ー" You pouted as you realized you're dreamily staring at nothing as you imagined it happening. And a man not more than a foot away from you is also doing the same thing, while staring at the most precious thing in his life right now.

Keiji never planned on courting you. Nor falling hard for you and your personality. It just happened, one winter morning after the last game of his high school life. When you uncharacteristically praised his gameー that you usually made fun of, of how he is overthinking things and it seeps through in his gameplay. It started as a super confused "Huh?" and ended in a blunt, "Do you want to be my girlfriend, Y/n?", yet you laughed and you said, "Express delivery, Mr. Akaashi? Court me first, HA!"

But you did fold after two months of his rather sweet advances, and now, you're both here, in this topic he also didn't planned. He stared at you one last time as he thinks of ways of how to step up to your fantasies.

Wataru nudges Keiji as they walked together to the school's gym for the athlete's formal turnover of responsibilities. The night's lingering winter cold air wafting his face and against his black dress shirt and slacks. He probably should wait for you inside.

"Where's Y/n-san?" Keiji could feel his scowl when he heard him asking about his girlfriend. Wataru may have seen Keiji's face and backtracked. "Just asking. The event's gonna start in 30 minutes."

Keiji hates the fact that he still can't drive, or his dad can't trust him drive. He can't pick you up in times like this. He's getting anxious and most of the athletes of Fukurodani Academy are already seated inside. He huffs, small misty breath leaving his mouth. He thought of why is it still even cold when it's already spring. He thought of the drastic effect of the greenhouse gases and climate change and abnormal change in the seasons andー

"Hey." He nearly jumped with his heart out when you spoke next to him. You giggled and it's like sleigh bells chiming against his ears. His erratic thoughts leaving him, now filling it up with thoughts of you, not that you ever left his mind.

"You're stunning."

"Oh, stop it, you." You smiled while your hair's softly blown by the Tokyo spring air. Keiji can't help but to commit this image of you in his memory for the years to come.

You kissed his cheek and anchored your hand to his arm. "You look like the man that I somehow see my future with."

You giggled as his other hand found its way to brush your anchored hand, his hand too warm to the touch. "You like that?"

He hummed. "I like that." Though, you both are still in your early months of your relationship, he liked the sound of it. So much.

The event ended an hour ago and you both found yourselves sprawled in the field, clearly unplanned. You invited him after a very toxic program like, why would they hold such event when the teams can do it on their own, and it will be shown anyway in public in the next pep rally. And the program was a mess, not organized. Too obvious it was just a spur of the moment talk, considering they hastily informed the athletes three days before the event.

You rolled your eyes and snuggled to Keiji's chest for comfort. He has his hand gently caressing your hair. You were whining about boredom back at the gym and he has heard the end of it when you both found comfort on the freshly trimmed field, your favorite song on repeat muffled in his slacks where your phone is.

"I just hope no bugs would dare crawl on us right now. I would really grab a missile on them." You grumbled through his chest, his red necktie and upper buttons now loosened. And you felt it, how his chest heaves as he heartily laughs. He hugged an arm around you and kissed your hair.

Your heart swells a little more than when you agreed to be Keiji's girlfriend. These wholesome moments with him are like what you were waiting for your whole life. You would like to be buried with them forever.

And you wanted to kiss him, right at this moment. Fuck your fantasies.

You plopped yourself up while staring him down. He was staring right back at you, and you felt like melting when he tightened his grip on your waist as you motioned closer. You're already an inch away, feeling his hot breath on your face, when the unthinkable happened.

You first felt it in your leg, then at the back of your hand, in his chest, in your arm, his forehead and the heavy drops came pouring.

You were both dumbfounded. And laughed, you crashing at his neck.

"Shall weー" Keiji ran his hand down his face to get rid of the wetness of the rain. "ーShall we take this chance to dance to your favorite song, love?"

Love.

Love?

Your brain stuttered while he heaved himself up on his feet. Heーhe called you an endearment, oh my God. You blinked rapidly through the raindrops on your face and with furrowed brows you turned to him.

"HEY!" He flashed a grin and offered a hand to you. "You can't say it like that so...casually!"

You took his hand and he hoisted you up chuckling, "Why not.. love?"

"Keiji!!" You whined as he placed his hand on your waist, still chuckling, other hand outstretched with your hand. You instinctively placed your other hand on his shoulder, brushing his neck as he swing to the rhythm of your song.

"You planned this, did you?" Your scrutinizing eyes were boring on his innocent but sparkling eyes.

"I can't make it rain, love. But you want it raw right? Unplanned?" He still grinned through the rain and you can't deny that you like what you're seeing right now. He looks so divine, you can't stop yourself from leaning on his shoulder, at the crook of his neck while both his hands are now on your waist, your other hand brushing on his shoulder and still swaying to the rhythm of your song and the pouring heavens.

Keiji never thought it would rain. He might have to thank the climate change for that. He never thought this circumstance would present itself now. He can't help but to kiss your head a little bit more tender than usual. You might've felt how his heart beats so erratic now that you're this close to him.

"I love you, Keiji." Oh how do you do that. How do you do those things that makes him crazier and crazier by the second.

He felt his steps paused, his heartbeat in his throat and ears as he held the back of your neck, craning it up to him.

And then it happened.

It felt like the world paused for this moment, the raindrops stopped, the traffic far out the walls of the school, the distant disco songs in the gym. It all stopped. What remained was that moment.

His eyes were closed unlike your eyes all wide from the shock. He pulled you closer by the waist, his hand at the back of your neck prevented you from pulling away from him. And his breath against your face. So close. And your lips... You blushed so hard at the realization. Andーand then he nibbled your bottom lip. You closed your eyes and your hands flew to the back of his neck and his hair. And you kissed him back with the same intensity he's giving you.

God, Keiji. What are you doing to me?

You felt him smile before breaking the mindblowing kiss and he leaned his forehead against yours, catching his breath. You were, too, smiling.

"Is that how you say you love me too, Keiji?" He laughed. Oh, how you love the sound of his laughs.

He kissed your nose and forehead, next. And he left you on the spot, still laughing. It's when you realized something. You scrunched your nose up instantly.

"HEY!" His laughs went louder. "You didn't say it back!" You ran to catch up to his big strides.

Keiji can't say it back. Not when you're this adorable in front of him. Not when his head is over the clouds at the moment. Not when he's still too drunk with your lips.

He might kiss you again. And he's afraid he might not stop 'til he takes your breath away, unconscious.

How he loved the way that kiss went. He laughed upon himself and his realizations, a finger ran on his lips.

But something went wrong with you.

"Yes, okay.ー" You looked at him pacing back and forth, packing up for a trip you did know but can't fathom why you can't go with. "Yes. On my way, Ran. Hm. See you. Yes. Love you too." And he hanged up and looked at you, kissed you and went back to packing.

"I wanna go with you, Keijiiii. Don't leave me hereee." You whined, rolling about your shared bed.

"You can't, love. It's too far, and you have classes on weekends. I'll be dead if your mom finds out you'd be skipping classes for a vacation halfway across the country." You pouted more and he kissed you again. "We'll have more next week, hm?"

You glared at his back as he continued packing.

But that next week never came. More projects, hectic deadlines, demanding reports, from both you and his. College life is stressful. You just wanted to quit and ran away with him. But you know he can't.

It went on for months and school was pressuring you more. Keiji came busy too, too busy for dates now. Study dates, maybe. But just the indulgent ones? You plopped at your chair and heaved a sigh.

And it came buzzing and buzzing. You took a look at his phone on his side of the desk.

"Keiji, your phone's noisy. Shall I check it?" You called him out while still peeking at his phone, still hands off.

"Yes, please, love! Coming over in a minute!" He called back from the bathroom, still showering.

You excitedly unlocked his phone with your anniversary date and took a look at his chats. Your brows shot up at the topic on the GC.

☆ VOLLEYBALL IDIOTS - ABS ONLY ☆

JZJ | Yuuji

@Keiji Akaashi

c'mon, i just had a crush on her for 3 months stop pestering me

DT | Kenji

oh stop lying! you were the longest.

SJ | Issei

you even gave her something during white day last march you idiot!

JZJ | Yuuji

that was obligatory you fucker

@Keiji Akaashi

and if youre talking about the longest @Eita Semi's gonna win

FOX | Tsumu

stop spamming!

why are you tagging keiji?

and oh?? @Osamu Miya

JZJ | Yuuji

because i got something for him ♡

HAHAHAHAHA

@Keiji Akaashi

STZ | Taichi

ugh. noisy.

@Keiji Akaashi give attention to the motherfucking parrot.

ITC | Motoya

what is it anyway? and what about how many months did someone had a crush on Ran?

STZ | Eita

he said chances don't go by like this. move before the owner comes back.

CRW | Koshi

you also said that a year ago, Yuuji

and Ran's not a toy to be owned

SJ | Tooru

fuck you, Yuuji! stop it!

CRW | Kei

CRW | Tobio

what was that ass hat? chances?

CRW | Kei

😶

CRW | Yuu

wanna be buried again in the sand yuuji?

CRW | Daichi

ehem.

JZJ | Yuuji

hi crows!! hi daichi!!got a surprise for ya!

OH HE'S ACTIVE ALREADY!!!

@Keiji Akaashi honey bunch!!

*sent a video*

OWL | Akinori

when was this?

CAT | Tetsu

@Keiji Akaashi ?

CRW | Shoyo

hey! Yuuji-san, Keiji-san already has a girlfriend! delete it!

CRW | Tadashi

Delete it, Terushima-san.

JZJ | Yuuji

oh cmon thats blackmail material 🙄

not you tadashi youre scary but wait till keiji creates a reaction HAHAHAHA

FOX | Shin

Delete it. You may not know that's his gf that's using his phone.

CAT | Mori

Oh no. Y/n?

SJ | Hajime

he's silent.

STZ | Kenjiro

Y/n?

OWL | Wataru

DELETE IT! KEIJI-SAN SAID HE'S GONNA TAKE A SHOWER A MINUTE AGO!

JZJ | Yuuji

oh fuck!

YOU DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING, Y/N!

hehe

im dead

You closed the chat, pale and incoherent thoughts were running on your mind. Your mind's blurry, so as your eyes. You tried to transfer to the bed but your legs were wobbly as hell. Your breath's getting heavy, it's already hitching.

And the bathroom door clicked open. Keiji, on his sweatpants already, was initially running his towel through his wet hair when he got to look at you. He rushed and kneeled next to you so fast. You felt so betrayed.

"What happened, love? Why are youー"

Keiji had no time to process the stinging slap you gave him when you grabbed your wallet, walked out the door and from your shared apartment. He rushed, taking whatever shirt he got first in his closet and ran after you.

But he didn't caught up to you.

Keiji ran back to the apartment, straight to your shared room, and grabbed his phone to call you. After a few tries, you finally picked up.

"I'm breaking up with you." Your voice was already shaky and hitching as you sobbed hard.

"Why? What happened? Let's talk about this. Please come back love, Y/n." Keiji knew the places where are you could possibly be heading to, so he grabbed his wallet and went out again to take a cab.

"Y-you know what happened to my past relationship. You know what happened butーh-how could you.. Did you even love me, Keiji?" Your mind was spiraling at the thoughts of that 2-month relationship before Keiji's. You closed your eyes at the bitter memory that's now reliving in Keiji's time.

"I didn't cheat, love. What are you talking about? Please. Come bーY/n? Love?" Keiji bit his lip when you hanged up on him. He called you many times after, but it just went straight to voicemail.

Please. Please. This is not happening.

Keiji's last resortーyour family's house. As much as possible, he's not gonna go in to respect your father's wishes but, he's sure you're inside those walls. He didn't waste a second more before he rang the doorbell. A minute passed and your father greeted him by the gate. He swallowed hard.

Keiji was sure your father's seeing his unflattering self right now outside his gate. Keiji was sure he'll not bat an eye more than a minute and he'll close the gate to his face. But he's practically begging the heavens right now.

"Sir. Y/n's inside. Please, can I talk to her?"

"No." It was plain but rigid. Keiji could feel a boulder weighing down on his chest.

"Please, sir. I love her. I wanna fix it."

"You love her?" Your father scoffed. "Then why did she came home crying to her mother's arms?"

"I'm sure this is just a misー"

"You told me you wouldn't make her cry, Akaashi. Whatever the reason is, you told me you wouldn't make her cry. Just out of joy. Now, what did you do to her?" Keiji felt his tears welling up his eyes. He swallowed harder.

"IーI don't know sir. I honestly don't know. She told me I cheated on her." He answered your father truthfully because he can't think of any at the moment. He just want to talk to you.

"And, did you?" Keiji looked at your father's eyes, ignoring the tears that fell to his cold cheeks.

"No. I didn't. Never. I wouldn't cheat on someone I plan to marry in the future, sir."

Keiji took hold of your father's scrutinizing stare and broke off, huffing. "Go home, Akaashi. Her brother's mad and coming home. I don't want both of you to see each other now."

And Keiji did what he was ready to do. He might've reserved this when he'll be asking for your hand in marriage but the circumstances took him here, right now. He went down on his knees and grovel in front of your father. Your father just stood there, staring at your boyfriend's grovelling.

"Please sir. Let me talk to her." Your father sighed and closed the gate in front of Keiji. "Please sir. Please."

He closed his tear-filled eyes and cried against his arms, across the ground, muttering Please sirs and let me talk to her over and over. You can hear his crying pleas from your room, and you cried with him.

Keiji hadn't realized how he got back to your shared apartment. All he knew was his face hurts, his knees hurt, his arms hurt and his heart hurts. But you're hurting more, he thought. He can't think of reasons why would you think he cheated on you. He never did anything unfaithful in your back. His life is literally devoted to you and your well being. Heー

Wait.

His brows furrowed as he started picking up the pieces before that slap happened. He plopped to the couch and started backreading on the GC. The boys were in panic because of something. Then he saw it. But what video? Yuuji? He initiated a conference call and put it on speaker. He can't trust his voice right now, his arm hurts, but he has to know.

The boys started picking up the call.

Atsumu: "It was Yuuji! I swear I didn't do anything!!"

Osamu: "You were the root of it!!"

A flood of yeahs sounded through the call. He still can't find the strength to talk as he draped an arm against his eyes.

Wakatoshi: "Let the man speak first."

Kenji: "He's not even speaking."

Shoyo: "Keiji-san?"

Hajime: "Keiji? What happened?"

Shigeru: "This is your fault, Terushima Yuuji!!"

And a chaos was in the call again. Keiji's breath hitched. He didn't realize he was already crying again. What did these boys do to make you leave him like that?

Tadashi: "STOP TALKING."

Kei: "Akaashi-san."

Tetsurou: "Akaashi."

"Wーwhat happened?" His voice was hitching. He groaned as he realized it.

Akinori: "Y/n really saw it, Yuuji! You motherfucker!"

Shinsuke: "Speak up, Terushima Yuuji."

Yuuji: "I'm sorry, Keiji."

He felt his throat constricting at the sound of Yuuji's voice and he began sobbing so hard.

What.."did you do? What".. did.."she see?"

He tried to talk but that's all the sentences he could form. He's pathetic without you.

Yuuji: "Shallーshall I send it again for you to see?"

Morisuke: "Send it again."

Taketora: "That's all you're good at!"

Eita: "Bury him in the sand again, Yuu!"

Yuu: "Tsk."

Daichi: "Stop. Send it again, Yuuji. Keiji's waiting."

A video was sent on the groupchat. He saw himself on the thumbnail and he knew instantly what the video was about. But why? Did he misremember something to make you think he cheated on you? Did he say something he can't remember saying to make you think of that? He found his shaking thumb pressing the play button.

The video shakes through the voices of Atsumu, Rintaro and Yuuji. It was blurry at first and then it finally focused on Keiji's drunk figure.

"C'mon Keiji. Out of all of us, you're the closest one to her. Well, except for her team and her boyfriend." That was Atsumu, out of the frame.

He heard himself groan at the prior question. "Okay. Okay." He breathes and stares up the sky. "I HAD been inlove with her since I saw her in that bloody training camp. Who wouldn't be? She's cute and amazingー" hik "ーshe's fucking beautiful."

He heard Yuuji giggled. "Right? Tell me about it."

"And d'you all see her sets?" Keiji hugged himself. He remembered it was out of bliss, alcohol and the cold air blowing in Okinawa. "I'm inlove with those."

The trio out of the frame chuckled at him and he grabbed Rintaro into the frame. "Butーbutー"

And the video stopped there.

"Why did it stopped there, Yuuji?"

Keiji remembers what he said there. Keiji remembers. But why did it stop?

Yuuji: "Iー"

Atsumu: "See? That was what we were asking!"

Rintaro: "There was another video of it. You haven't sent it. You were too focused on messing with Keiji and his drunken state."

Yuuji: "C'mon."

Sou: "We kinda want to see the second part?"

Atsumu: "And save it. Send it to Y/n."

But Keiji's anger was boiling within him. He doesn't know why did it stopped there. Yuuji can't be fucking serious.

"Terushima-san. I'm asking you a question, you better answer it."

The conference call went silent at his cold monotone voice. Some even squeaked to silence and murmurs.

Yuuji: "My hand slipped, okay? There was another video butーy-yeah, I wanna mess with you so Iーkindaーjust sent the first half. It was kinda my intention because I want to let them know your feelings for Ran before. Before. Yes, before Y/n. It was my fault, I'm sorry."

"Do you know what happened to us? Do you know what happened after she saw thatー" His tongue tastes bitter in his words. He has to force it out. "ーthat video? Do you know what her father told me? HUH!? DO YOU FUCKING KNOW WHAT DID I FUCKING DO JUST TO HAVE A FUCKING CHANCE TO FUCKING TALK TO HER!?"

Keiji felt himself stood up from the couch. "SHE WAS CRYING LIKE HELL, TERUSHIMA! SHE BROKE UP WITH ME! SHE THINKS I'M FUCKING CHEATING ON HER! Did you even know that's her relationship trauma from her previous one? ANSWER ME!!"

"Answer him, Terushima Yuuji. I'm waiting."

The angels may have graced the call because of the utter dead silence that followed her voice, except for Tadashi's and Kei's.

Tadashi: "Why didn't you knock?"

A series of fucks and Nos and Rans flooded the call. And Keiji found his tears streaming again. From the heartbreak, from the anger and the tension.. and now from the embarassment. He rubbed his hands on his face and plopped back to the couch, his anger fading.

Yuuji: "Cーc'mon, it's not just m-me!"

Ran: "Answer him. Fix it."

Kei: "Okay, that's enough for us. Excuse me and Tadashi."

Ran: "H-hey!"

Tadashi: "You shouldn't even be eavesdropping. That's boys' talk. You have your girlー"

And their line cutted off.

Yuuji: "I'm so dead."

Atsumu: "Glad w-we're at Hyogo right now. Right, Rin?"

Osamu: "Yeah? You're glad? She can even kick your butt even from Mars, you idiot!"

Rintaro: "Dumb ass. She's gonnaー"

Keiji don't wanna hear the end of it. He had enough. He just wanna hear your voice right now, to maybe soothe everything in him. He dialed your number countless times but to voicemail he was redirected.

He felt like dying.

You haven't been yourself lately. It's obvious you're still shaken by that cursed video Yuuji shared to the GC. The day you went home was a nightmare. You still could hear Keiji's cries off your gate, and how your brother punched your boyfriend's face numerous times you had to keep yourself from defending him. Your father isn't even talking to you, just sighs of disappointment.

Your important things for school is sitting right by your desk in your room, some clothes were still at that shared apartment you missed right now. Your shared apartment. The one both of you took time to pick, the kitchen you both decorated with lots of necessities, where he often kisses your shoulder when you try to cook, or you hugging him from his back when he tries to cook for you. The fridge full of ice creams and frozen pizzas for movie nights. And the counter whereーYou gulped hard. That's just the kitchen. And you had to stop, minding the toll it has given you.

You're not going to go back there. It's scary. He'll hurt you again. He doesn't love you. He loves someone else. He never loved you. He cheated on you.

That's all you have been in mantra for the whole month.

You took a deep breath and walked out of your class as soon as it ended. It was a morning of late November and the pending winter's coming. But winter came a month early for you. You fluttered your eyes close, pausing a little while on the lobby of your building.

"Where's her fucking building, Kenma!?"

"Ranー"

Your eyes immediately focused on the familiar golden-haired girl that's yelling on a distraught Kenma. He was the first one who spotted you, followed by Kei, then Tadashi, the cursed Yuuji with ears and cheek all red and clearly manhandled.. and she whirled to face your direction. Her golden eyes turned stormy as she pounced on you and slapped you hard, and again on the other cheek.

"Ran!"

You froze as your head is still tilted to the direction where she slapped you. The searing pain coursing through your head. Yells and grunts were all over you and you feel like crying for Keiji's name.

"Why did you do that!? Why did you slap her!?"

"I slapped you extra in case the first one didn't woke you up!"

Your breath hitched and your eyes travelled to her. She was already held back by her waist by Tadashi, Kei yelling at her and Yuuji, giving you an apologetic stare, keeping a scaredy arm-distance from Ran. Kenma went to your side and checked your cheek.

"I knew I'll be hating you sooner or later, then now, wow, you didn't disappoint Y/n! More disappointed at how you turned my comical hate to something more hellish!" You can't process what's she's saying, does she makes sense now? No. You can't understand why she's here or why she slapped you.

"Ran, that's enough!"

"You even haven't heard Keiji explain his side! How foolish can you be, huh!? You're traumatized of your past relationship? Can't you see how Keiji loves you with all his heart!?" She struggled against Tadashi's arms, you fluttered your eyes close.

You wished she'll break free and slap you again.

"It's disgusting to see Keiji smiling and laughing around you but looks so stoic infront of us! Can't you see that!? Open your fucking eyes, Y/n! You think he doesn't love you!? I'm gonna skin you alive and he'll still fucking love you, youー"

"Calm down, Ran." That was one demanding tone Tadashi gave to her, to which she stopped abruptly and breathed heavy. You have to close your eyes to try not to remember what Keiji told you about her.

Yuuji took small steps to you, wary about Ran's distance from him. "Y/n, I'm sorry. I will explain for Keiji. Though I can't say it in words, can you please look at this video? It's a continuation of the prior video which youーy'know."

He handed you his phone shakily, Kenma got it, noticing you were shaking so hard as well. He eyed you first before pressing play. Your eyes were glued at the familiar figure of Keiji, now with Rin in the frame.

"ーy'know. That all changed since I met my wife. The love of my life." He kissed Rin's cheek, to which the latter disgustingly turned away, but Keiji was hugging him tight. Laughs from Atsumu and Yuuji were off the frame.

"She changed me. Ran is..ugly..now to my eyes. She can't compare to my wifeー" hik "ーI'll marry her one day. Have kids that looks like her. I really don't mind not having boys." He dreamily sighed and leaned at Rin's shoulder that's pushing him away.

"Then don't wear a condom when you fuck her!"

"We didn't do it yet, Chumu. I respect her father as much as I respect her."

"Fuck, you're whipped." The screen wobbled and it turned black.

You didn't noticed you were crying until Ran, still at Tadashi's arms, screeched to Kei, "He called me ugly, Kei!"

"Yeah, you're realizing that now?" Kei smirked at his twin. "Ugly."

Your eyes were on Kenma. "Why didn'tー"

"She's uglier Kei!"

"You deactivated. You avoided us for a month, Y/n. Your father repeatedly turned Keiji's pleas down on talking to you. How would you know? You even blocked our numbers from your phone. There was one time we had to stop Keiji from climbing up your fence. He's 18 and can be arrested already. And your nasty of a brother giving him threats of suing him."

"No, you are."

"Then, you're ugly too. We're twins."

"Stop it, both of you."

"Keiji hasn't been in most of his classes. His father can't do anything to keep him moving. Eyebags around his eyes from lack of sleep. He's dying without you by his side, Y/n."

Kenma was so sullen on recounting those words to you. You knew you were selfish. After seeing that video, you knew you've made a terrible mistake, to the love of your life. How can you be so foolish? Ran's right. And you deserve her slaps.

You wanted to see Keiji now.

"We somehow got his face fixed, got him out of the apartment because of an emergency. We're going to Nagano inー" He took a look at his phone. "ーless than an hour. D'you wanna go? They're at the station now, waiting for me and Yuuji."

You heard Ran scoffed at Yuuji that's standing behind you shakily.

"I wanna go see him. Can we go now?"

You found your way to the Ueno Station with Kei and Ran still bickering at the back, on your either side was Kenma and Yuuji, and Tadashi up front, clearly done with the twins.

Your heart was racing when you all entered the station and walked a little bit more to the platform for the Nagano train. Mori spotted your crowd and nudged Akinori on his side and jutted his chin on your direction. Akinori immediately pointed to the far end of the platform, and there you saw him, standing alone, head low.

Tetsurou was nearby, but when he spotted you, his eyes widen and immediately distanced himself, walking to Ran's direction.

"Is the spot on your side taken, Mr. Akaashi?" You were at his back, and you saw how he froze and you can almost hear his relieved sigh and shaky breaths.

"Yes. I'm waiting for my love that's jealous and jumping to bad conclusions, making me wait for her alone in our bed." You pouted hard.

"If she's not you, please walk away. I don't want her to be jealous and think I'm cheating. I feel like dying without her already." His voice was hoarse to your ears. Is heー

You rounded to his front fast and hugged his limp figure. You noticed how his figure became noticeably thinner than usual. You cupped his cheeks and your heart dropped at his tear-filled eyes.

"Keiji."

"I was scared. So scared, Y/n." You tearfully nodded and hugged him again. "I thought I'm gonna lose you forever." You nuzzled your face to his neck and your other hand patted his cheek. You can feel how his breath hitched and deep, you think he might sob at any second.

"I'm here now. I'm here. I'm so sorry love." You kissed his neck, his jaw and his cheek and you stared at his eyes, wiping his tears off his cheeks and lashes.

"I love you Keiji."

And you closed the gap. It was not like the first time, but it was more meaningful now. The first time was out of bliss, now it's full of commitment and faith. If the first time was your fantasy, this one was your reality. If the first one was full of butterflies and rainbows, this one was through the storms you're willing to walk with Keiji.

"I love you more, Y/n. God, I love you more." He hugged you so tight and kissed you more passionately than ever. You tried to ignore it the first time but you could hear cheers not so far from your scene.

"Hey! Why are you crying!?"

"Shut up! God, I hate her!"

"You can come with us."

"No. She won't."

"Killjoy, Kei."

Keiji's brows furrowed, broke the kiss and stared at you.

"Why's your cheek so red, love?" He motioned to lay a finger on your cheek and you flinched to his touch. His eyes widened. His thoughts were bunching up to a conclusion and whirled to Ran's direction. You have to grab his arm to prevent him from anything else.

"Did you slap her!?" He growled at Ran, audience were too stunned to speak.

"Can you see it now, Y/n?" You can't help but smile at her, welp, through the lingering pain on your cheeks.

"Answer me, Tsukishima Ran!" You tightened your grip on Keiji's arm as he threatened to move closer to the now chuckling Ran.

"If I hadn't done that, she wouldn't be here smooching with you, fucking traitor!"

"I'm gonna punch him hard if he's not under the rubbles!"

"Don't you dare, Akaashi Keiji! I'm gonna skin her alive in front of you!"

"Ugh. Shut up. So embarassing."

You chuckled at the banter and can't help but hug Keiji from his back. You can't believe you doubted his love for you, his love that knows no bounds. From that peeking high school boy glances, to the fight between your dad and brother, even to this moment, he loves you with all his heart. And you've been fucking blind to how his love ranges, from the fantasy-filled moments to the real-to-the-bone ones.

"Don't let her slap you again, okay?" His hands rubbing your arms that's around him. You hummed and hugged him tighter. "D'you want to go to Nagano with me?"

You shook your head against his back. "I trust you. And I'm gonna go back to the apartment. I have a horrified image of it in my head."

He laughed, and that's the favorite music you have on your mind right now.

You're devouring the slice of cake in front of you when the detestful bride took notice of your table. You gripped your fork tighter and sliced the cake to smaller portions harder.

"Oh, how do you like the cake, Y/n?"

You scrunched your nose up and glared at her, taking a forkful of her wedding cake in front of her.

"Tastes bland, d'you spit on this?"

You saw how her smile dropped and nose already scrunched, too. Keiji and her groom sighing on both your sides.

"Be careful on your seat, I planted a bomb under it so you can go off together with the fireworks later."

"Oh, that's nice. So I can ruin your wedding too. Thank you, Ran. You're such a thoughtful friend. It's a pleasure."

"Ugh. I hate her, Keiji!"

"And I hate you, too!"

You both growled at each other til her father whispered something to her. She rolled her eyes on you, walking away with her groom's apologetic smile.

"Why do we hate her, Ran?"

"Don't you dare hate her."

"Shall I get you more cake, love?" Keiji was too poor on hiding his chuckles, you pouted at him.

You motioned him to move closer to you and he obliged. "Can you please check under my chair? That damn bride's sometimes serious."

And he dropped his head on your shoulder and laughed loud enough for the nearby tables to turn to your direction.

At a distance, Ran shrieked Keiji's name, to which you laughed heartily too.

You continuously tugged Keiji's sleeve as you saw your celebrity crush finished singing at the small pavillion just off the couple's platform. Keiji's still talking with his volleyball friends and you're already pouting so hard as Semi already walked past by your seat.

"What is it, love?"

"Semi!!" You whispered your shriek in his ear and he chuckled.

"Yes, yes, hold on."

He guided you to Semi and you can't help but to shake Keiji's arm violently as you neared their table. Keiji cleared his throat.

"Semi-san."

"Hm?" Semi stood, towering over you. "Keiji." He hugged your boyfriend with one arm. "How're you? And yourー" Your eye twitched at his giggles, rather than squealing in your mind. "ーgirlfriend?"

"We're fine. We're fine. This is Y/n. I haven't introduced you both formally."

"Nice to meet you, Y/n. I'm Semi Eita." He shook your cold hand, fangirling back on.

"She's curious about if you wanted a girl vocalist? Maybe she can join your band?" Both you and Semi stuttered a shocked face at Keiji. You felt your jaw dropped, cheeks blushing by his sudden reveal.

"Keiji!"

"What?"

"My dad wants me to be a doctor to be fitted to your family."

"And I'm too touched, but you also mentioned you wanted to be with Semi's band, right? Then, go do the things you love when you still have the chance."

Oh my God. You wanna kiss him right now.

"Hey! No cheesy scene in front of me. How dare you both." You found yourself chuckling with Keiji at Semi's retorts, with the others listening too.

"She can start now, actually. We really need a girl vocalist. I'll talk to the management about her." Your eyes bulged and you squealed. Semi's the singer of your favorite song and this is really really a dream come true.

"Really!? Oh my God." Your hand found its way to your mouth and Keiji was laughing at your actions, too fond of your reactions.

"Yeah. I shall eat first, and I'm gonna swing by you later at your table. Hm?"

"Oh my God. Thank you Semi!" You bowed numerous times and fast to Semi's direction through his laughs and a pat to your shoulder. Keiji dragged you away from Semi to stop you from your bowing. "Oh my God, Keiji."

"Oh my God, Y/n." He chuckled and kissed your forehead. "Do your best."

And Keiji was really touched about how your father wanted you to become a doctor for his family. But he knows you well, you don't want it. Or maybe you do, because you wanna be perfect for him. His heart was swelling and butterfliers churns his stomach as he listens you sing with Semi.

Whatever you wanna do, he is here waiting and supporting you. And oh, with the ring now burning in his slacks. There's a time for it. And he wants to elicit your best reaction yet to carve in his mind forever.

Reblogs and interactions are appreciated. Theories will be entertained. Cassie 2023.

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stevebabey · 23 days ago

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you're the only one for me, baby

1.7k, steddie, one of them getting so drunk that they don't recognise the other and telling them back off i've already got a boyfriend, it's all sweetness <3 likely a modern!au and actually just goobers in love

Eddie doesn't really drink. He's not against partying but he's much more attuned to smoking a little weed to take the edge off, sometimes a spliff if he wants to mix a little business and pleasure.

Eddie doesn't really drink—so when he does, it goes about as well as expected.

From zero to a hundred.

Steve had lost track of him after directing his stumbling feet towards the bathroom to take a leak. But apparently, as he's now found out, this bathroom has two doors.

What the fuck kind of bathroom has two doors, like some weird thoroughfare?

Regardless, it took all of five minutes with no noises coming from the inside before Steve had loudly announced he was coming in, no matter what, getting quite worried for his boyfriend.

He trusted Eddie to not be too sloshed to handle a piss, even if he was on the wilder side tonight, but still leaned up against the door to chase off anyone else looking to knock—because Eddie hilariously gets pee-shy.

The door had opened easily, apparently unlocked, and Steve had stepped into the empty bathroom. The other door across the room, the one he hadn't noticed until now, was wide open to the party.

So, now he's on the hunt for Eddie.

Which is a task that feels a little bit like herding cats because drunk Eddie isn't something Steve has a lot of experience with. But what he does know, is this: it's the opposite of high Eddie.

Stoned, Eddie likes to find the comfiest place he can (usually Steve's lap, or so he proclaims) and sink into it, like melting wax. Then, given he has access to adequate snacks, he doesn't move for quite some time.

Drunken Eddie cannot even fathom the concept of sitting still.

Either way, looking where there's food is a good as a place to start as any.

Steve ambles out the strange two-doored bathroom and flips his head back and forth, trying to remember the direction of the kitchen. He hasn't been here before—one of Eddie's band connections—and Steve's still had a couple beers himself.

He shakes his head and takes a left, relieved when it leads to the stairs. Okay, he sort of knows where he's going now. They had only come upstairs to find the quieter bathroom for Eddie.

As Steve reaches the bottom of the stairs, a faint stir of irritation flashes through him. Eddie just left him behind? That wasn't that nice, even if he was incredibly drunk.

He can hear the din of people chattering just above the music and he follows it, leading him into the half-full kitchen, people dotted around. There's a few pizza boxes scattered around and Steve eyes each of them specifically, looking for the tell-tale wipe of Eddie's greasy fingers. No dice.

Steve wrinkles his nose, spinning around and double checking before he moves on.

If not by the food, then... where?

Steve takes a few steps forward into the living room, his heart beginning to sink and shrivel all at once. There was a miserable feeling attached to looking for his partners at a party, a wallowing and awful memory tied to the feeling.

Steve pushes a hand across his chest roughly, as if trying to shove the feeling away.

Eddie wasn't... her. Eddie wouldn't do that.

But the moment he's thought it, it's stuck in his head. Steve's feet begin to speed up, checking a little more carelessly as he starts to stick his head in different rooms, his hazel eyes jumping around. Not Eddie, not Eddie, not Eddie—so many people and none of them are Eddie.

Until—there. Steve spots a very familiar looking behind as it leans over the back of the couch, the owner of said-behind talking to someone sitting on the couch.

He blinks, just to be sure, but the details come into better focus. There's chains on his belt loops and when he shakes his head, Steve can see the curls he loves to bury his hands into.

Eddie.

Steve's relief pulls him forward, his feet almost stumbling, his mouth pulling into a relieved smile. He puts a hand out, fingers spread, across the leather-clad back.

"Eds," Steve says, relief colouring his voice.

Eddie swings up abruptly, pushing himself off the couch. When he turns, a bit of liquid sloshes out of the beer bottle he's holding.

"Heyyy," The words come out a bit slurred and when he finally stands straight, he doesn't look right at Steve. "Handsssss off the merchandise, buddy."

Steve chuckles, reaching out and plucking the bottle from his boyfriend's grasp. Eddie gawps, an adorable little hiccup interrupting his shocked expression.

"Hey," He says loudly, reaching forward for it fruitlessly as Steve pulls it out reach. "That's mine." Eddie whines.

"You've had more than enough, I think." Steve says. He steals just one gulp of it before he turns at puts it on a nearby table. When he turns back, Eddie is frowning at him, brows pulled together tightly and bottom lip jutting out.

"Listen—" Eddie leans forward, jabbing a finger into Steve's chest. "I dunnowhoyouthinkyouare," The words come out in a one big jumble and Steve frowns.

What? Something sour claws into Steve's chest at the frosty greeting.

"Eddie," Steve says, his hazel eyes wide and worried as his gaze darts between Eddie's squinted face and swaying form.

Steve reaches out to put a hand on his waist, aiming to steady him, but Eddie sees it coming and widens his eyes comically. He swerves back to avoid it, his boots tilting dangerously on the wooden floors. If he was still holding his beer, Steve bets half of it would be on the floor by now.

"Wo-oah," Eddie exaggerates, waving a hand out and batting Steve's outstretched arm away. The rottenness in Steve's chest blooms, rancid and freezing. He sucks in a sharp breath.

"Ed—"

"I—" Eddie says, holding up his hand and waggling one finger at Steve, like he's a naughty schoolboy. His words still have that drunken slur to them.

"—already have a boyfriend, thank you very much. He's much too pretty to be throwing it away for the likes of you, you weasel of a man..." His ludicrous and nonsensical insult trails off under his breath as Eddie's attention is drawn away by a shout across the room.

As he watches Eddie drape himself back over the couch, the sourness between Steve's ribs shifts, transforming into something infinitely sweeter. He lets out a dazed laugh, a wild smile spreading on his face before he can smother it beneath his hand.

I'm dating a lunatic, Steve thinks happily.

He reaches out and steals Eddie's beer once more, taking another large swig before giving it another go.

This time, he sidles up beside Eddie who's engaged back in conversation with one of the guys on the couch, and just waits. It only takes a minute before the dude on the couch seems to realise who Steve's waiting for and he nudges Eddie, gesturing behind him.

Eddie, still bent over the back of the couch, twists only his head to look. This time, the recognition is immediate.

He springs up, pushing the couch forward an inch in his excitement and leaps forward, his hands clawing into Steve's shoulder with a fierce delight.

"Steeeeve," Eddie croons, crowding in close. His hands start moving, fingers searching like curious spiders, fingertips dancing along the sensitive skin of Steve's neck til he's squirming back, laughter betraying him.

"Stop it." He laughs. Steve arrests Eddie's wrists in his hand and Eddie cackles, using the pause to surge forward, kissing him square on the mouth.

Eddie tastes like the beer he's been drinking and Steve barely gets a moment to enjoy it before Eddie's pulling back, leaning forward so they're forehead to forehead.

"I was looking for you." Eddie says, his doe eyes wide. His pupils grow larger the longer he stares at Steve.

Steve grins. "Uh huh. Looking for me between the couch cushions, were you?"

Eddie rears back, his head flipping as he stares back at the couch and then back at Steve. "Nuh uh. I came out the bathroom and you were goooone."

That explains it. Eddie must have left out the other door — and then thought Steve had left him behind and gone hunting for him. Something else settles in Steve's chest, relieved.

"And—" Eddie hiccups. "—and some guy tried to- to freakin' flirt with me. Can you believeee?"

Steve's grin widens by a mile. "Is that so? What you'd tell him?"

"No, of course!" Eddie says, head pulled back as if he's appalled Steve would think otherwise. He shakes his hands out of Steve's grip and drops them, fumbling for a moment to get his fingers into Steve's belt loops.

When he does, he yanks Steve forward a tad too forcefully, their bodies colliding in a way that's more sore than sexy. Eddie continues on as if he doesn't notice. "Even if he was particularly tasty," He murmurs, his lips tracing the column of Steve's throat.

"I let him know, baby." Eddie all but purrs.

And perhaps if the competition Eddie was beating off was literally anyone other than himself, Steve would be right there with him.

Instead, he can't contain his snort of laughter. Eddie was perfect; he was a possessive and drunken dog, barking up the wrong damn tree. Steve loves him.

"You're laughing," Eddie states plainly, even as his doe eyes manage to grow even more round. Steve can't help it, it just makes him laugh more.

"Treason." Eddie declares. Then using the belt loops to keep Steve captive, he leans in and blows a raspberry on his neck.

Steve lets out an unattractive squawk, his laughter melting into Eddie's as he pushes his boyfriend's face away — to which Eddie simply lets himself go limp, his face cradled and held up solely by Steve's hands.

"Christ," Steve says between his laughs, shifting his hand to hold him more tenderly. Eddie smiles dopely, then puckers his lips and closes his eyes.

Steve rolls his eyes, entirely too endeared. "Alright, c'mere," He gives in, leaning and kissing Eddie, short and sweet. When he pulls back, Eddie's eyes are open, starry and gazing up at him. He gives a dreamy sounding sigh. Steve's heart fizzles, like it's full of pop-rocks.

"Ready to go?"

"As long as it's with you, baby." Eddie says, sounding every bit like he means it.

#steve asks him if he can remember the other dude in the morning #eddie: i do recall him being distinctly super hot..... [his ass still has no clue]#steve never tells him for the fact that eddie is so chuffed to 1) get hit on and 2) get to defend his relationship #its steve lil secret :-) he does tell robin tho and she laughs so hard soda comes out her nose #i love this silly trope !#even better if they’ve only been together a short -ish time #does eddie ever find out you may ask? why yes he does. at their wedding 😇#if you take anything from this its my headcanon that eddie is pee-shy #it's gooberish but after months and months of 'you're not from around here' i'm okayyyy with that #its nice to have simply written and finished something sillay #steddie #ruby writes steddie #steve x eddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steddie fanfiction #steddie fluff #established relationship #steve harrington #eddie munson #if u have more of this trope SENDDDD PLEEEK #eddie rlly is the most in love in this

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rin-may-1103 · 6 months ago

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Delilah's language (part two)

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"Tomorrow?" Danny repeated, glad he had set his cup down.

Mr. Wayne smiled, relieved Danny hadn't completely brushed him off. "yes, it's tomorrow. Damian, my son, is a huge conservationist. he gets it from his mother."

Danny blinked but before he could cut in, Mr. Wayne continued, "Oh! not that I don't care about the environment and stuff, it's just-"

"I get it," Danny reassured. he did not want to get stuck listening to Mr. Wayne try and fail to 'fix' his self-perceived mistake. "but I still don't really understand why you want me there..."

like sure, the kid's a fan of Danny or whatever (he was still trying to wrap his mind around that one.) but would the kid actually want Danny at his party? wouldn't that be like... he didn't know, weird? to just have this random guy from Illinois show up?

"Right!" Mr. Wayne coughed, scratching his face in embarrassment. "once Damian learned that the purple back gorillas would be in Gotham, I suggested we have his birthday party at the zoo. He told me he wanted to know everything he could about their species. so, I invited all the scientists working with the gorillas to the party so he could talk to them."

Danny nodded in understanding when Mr. Wayne glanced at him, even if Danny thought that that was the most fruitloop way he could have gone about it. then again, Danny's pretty sure all billionaires were fruit loops...

"He started digging into their history once he learned about them, and after some digging, he discovered that you basically saved their species. He has declared that he must meet you at all costs. something about needing to know their language?" Mr. Wayne trailed off, looking at Danny as if to see if he knew what his son meant.

If the kid was looking to Danny so he could learn the language then that meant he read the same paper Danny had. the scientists that had dedicated themselves to studying Delilah had printed one claiming that the purpleback Gorilla language was apparently hard to learn. (Even if Danny had been able to understand it pretty easily and told them so.)

they had listed Danny as the only person fluent in it so far, which now that Danny thought about it was kinda rude. they hadn't asked to put his name in there and now look at him! being visited by Fruitloops looking for him to be at their son's birthday parties.

anyways.

so, if the kid, Damian, read the same paper, he must have concluded it would be easier to learn the language from someone who was already 'fluent' than try and teach himself. (something Danny can't blame the kid for, but still.)

"KIDS!" Dad's voice bellowed from downstairs making Mr. Wayne startle and turn to glance down the hall. "IT WORKS! IT WORKS!"

...

"so, when do we need to leave?" Danny asked, all previous paranoia and reservations thrown out the window.

mr. Wayne slowly turned back, his brows furrowed in confusion. "we, uh, we'd have to leave in," he glanced down at his watch, his eyes widening a little, "an hour. I have to leave in an hour."

mr. Wayne then frowned as he looked back up at Danny, "I just need your parent's permission and you can come with me now, or I can arrange for another flight for you later tonight or early tomorrow?'

danny did not want to find out how they were going to test their new machine, so, he turned and cupped his hands around his mouth as he shouted, "HEY MA! CAN I GO WITH MR. WAYNE TO HIS KID'S BIRTHDAY PARTY?!"

it was silent for a second before she shouted back, "SURE! JUST BE BACK BEFORE WE LEAVE FOR OUR TRIP!"

oh, right. his parents had a trip planned for their anniversary. something about a huge ghost or demon trap in Wyoming they wanted to investigate.

"YOU'RE LEAVING TOMORROW THOUGH!" Danny shouted back, "DAMIAN'S BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW! I CAN'T GO IF I WANT TO BE BACK IN TIME!"

"OH! UH, THEN JUST BE SAFE! TAKE YOUR BLASTERS WITH YOU!"

Danny blinked, then shrugged. He could do that. turning back he found Mr. Wayne staring at the floor, his brows raised and furrowed in concerned confusion. Danny didn't know someone could make a face like that, but seeing as Mom had finally gotten Mr. Lancer to curse in front of him last year, it wasn't that surprising.

"let me pack my bag and then we can get going," Danny announced, standing up and grabbing his cup from the table, silently offering to take Mr. Wayne's as well. the man handed him his full cup and watched as Danny walked away.

well, at least Danny had already told the other ghosts to leave him alone for the rest of the week. they shouldn't get into too much trouble while he's gone. speaking of trouble, Mr. Wayne lived in Gotham, a place riddled with crime and violence.

dupping the cups into the sink, Danny turned and rushed up the stairs. unplugging his phone, Danny sent Sam and Tucker a text to let them know he wouldn't be in amity for the rest of today and tomorrow. he also let them know he'd keep them updated.

once done with that, Danny turned to his closet and rummaged around until he found his old backpack. pulling it out, he dumped the contents onto his desk and made quick work of packing his essentials. Clothes, phone chargers, and ectoplasm in case of emergencies. Mr. Wayne said he'd pay for the travel fair and hotel expenses, so Danny only needed to worry about food.

glancing in the mirror, Danny finally noticed he was still dressed in his pj's. he took a second to debate whether he really cared enough to get dressed properly or not before shrugging. Mr. Wayne's already seen him in them and they're comfy, no point in changing.

zipping up his bag, Danny tossed it over his shoulder and quickly ran downstairs. Mr. Wayne was walking around the room, studying a few of the leftover project pieces that his parents had left lying around. man, Jazz was going to be so annoyed once she learned they hadn't been picking up after themselves. again.

"Alright, Mr. Wayne. I'm ready when you are." Danny greeted, stepping into the room. the man turned to look at him, a strained smile on his face, "Just Bruce is fine."

"Alright, mr. bruce then." Danny agreed, gesturing for the man to start making his way to the door.

mr. Bruce heaved a sigh, shook his head in resignation, and turned to walk out the door. digging his keys out of his pocket, Danny turned to shout into the house one more time, "BYE MA, DAD! I'M LEAVING! HAVE FUN ON YOUR TRIP!"

not waiting for a response, he closed the door and locked it. turning around, he found Mr. Bruce studying him. lifting his brow in confusion, Danny started making his way down the steps and over to Mr. Bruce's fancy car. why the man had a fancy car when he said he'd be flying Danny didn't know, but he's pretty sure it has something to do with image or something.

Vlad did the same thing after all.

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