#real fans know what akaashis fave book is and thats what they're reading

[calllamander]

opening up

ATSUMU sighed softly as you leaned into him, arm round your shoulders as you pressed your head against his chest, fingers mindlessly playing with your hair. he does this a lot when he comes back from practice: the fiddling things: affectionate like always. you hum contentedly, reaching over to grab the book resting on the coffee table, "book clubs newest" you smiled at your boyfriend, passing him the thin volume. "so akaashi an' ya are book club?" he smirks slightly as you roll you eyes and you pout in mock indignation. "actually i will have you know that bokuto's in it too, and sakusa." you smile fondly at the slight chaos of your dynamic: weekly meetings in keiji's apartment, plied with sweet tea, and bokuto's enthusiastic reenactments of his favorite scenes while sakusa simultaneously questions his life choices and pretends he's not enjoying himself. atsumu looks at you, and then at the book, trying to make out the title. "you know babe" you said slowly, snaking up closer to his face, grinning giddily, your tone low and persuasive, "we'd love to have you: come. come this week. we're just starting this one so you can read my other copy and-" you start to ramble excitedly, because really this is something you've been meaning to ask. but you stop. you stop because his expression shifts into something nervous. he looks away, his pitch lowering as if embarrassed. you frown. and its a weird new side of atsumu miya that you're seeing because your boyfriend is very rarely embarrassed, its something you most envy about him. he smiles, but something just isn't right about it. "i'd love ta doll, but uh..." he mumbles something unintelligible. "what was that tsum?" he bites his lip, and its a while before he actually says whatever he was meaning to. "i...i have dyslexia," he whispers, "got diagnosed way back when i was seven so mah readings pretty...crap..." he trailed off, refusing to look at you from where you'd sat up: cheeks flushed, eyes sharp. he- you felt your heart clench, he didn't think you'd judge him...did he? "tsum," you smiled at him encouragingly, trying to show how much you loved him, holding his hands, tone soft. "thanks for telling babe, but um" you crossed your fingers that this didn't come out as patronizing, "if you want i can...read aloud? so we can..." you stopped, but the way he smiled made you feel warm. the next week he comes to book club.

SUNA was there, standing at the doorway of your room, shoulders hunched like he was chasing the warmth of his hoodie, which massive like it always was. the training camp buildings were usually fine in winter, but someone had broken the central heating and until it got fixed, everyone was just a little colder than usual. "hi" you draw out the word, walking up to wrap your arms round him, smiling as his arms wrap around you, cheek resting on the top of your head as he melts into you, impossibly close. "they're going swimming in the indoor pool, asked if you wanna come." he smiled. rintarou had a lot of smiles actually, fanged and sharp, saccharine, faked. and then there were the real ones, softer, with dimples that never appeared otherwise. you'd memorized them all, and you looked at this one: faked. you poked his cheek, drawing back to look at him. "whats wrong? you not gonna go?" you thought it sounded rather fun, and, perhaps rather selfishly, pretty fun, to fool around in the water with your boyfriend. he looked down, looking uncharacteristically small and scared, "i don't swim...for- uh- reasons." he fiddled with your hair, bitten black nails threading through stray strands and twisting them. you frowned slightly at how guarded he seemed: it was something you'd been eager to dispel when you first started dating, first started being friends even, but every so often you were reminded that your relationship was a new thing, even though you knew you saw more of suna than anyone else. "not a fan? that's fine babe" you take his hand: long fingers intertwining with yours by habit, pulling him towards your couch, "we can stay in, yeah?" he smiled tentatively, and for a while things are quiet: you sit in his lap, feeling the warm press of his arms around you, leaning back to smile up at him. "y/n wait" he blurted out, just as you were about to press play on the movie. you stopped and turned to face him better. and you'd never seen someone look so impassive, but so scared. "I-" rintarou looks past you, staring at the wall and huffs a laugh to hide how scared he is "i can't believe im gonna tell you this- I..." you bite your lip. "you don't- you don't have to rin" is what you start to say but he cuts you off. "im trans." you blink and he forces his face to look fierce and he's got that guarded look on his face that he had when you first met and you hate it. you just hate it but you have no idea what to say. "okay" you try, slowly, watching as his eyes snap back to you, "well, okay, thanks for- for telling me." you smile and he looks so relieved, and he smiles and his eyes go all small like little crescent moons and he tries to hide his face but you grab his wrists and press your foreheads together, relishing the intimacy, and how it feels to be so close to someone it feels like you're the only ones in the universe.