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gaoau · 1 year ago

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Stir & Tingle – It’s Been A While

A Mother's Instinct warnings — spoilers for...? the very last chapter of haikyuu? yeah. that one. word count — 4.0k

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The chime of the doorbell rang above the clatter of dishware and clinking of brimming glasses. Yamamoto eagerly darted towards the front door of Kenma's house, slinging it open to reveal more guests. He made sure not to spill any alcohol from the cup safe between his fingers.

Standing with cheeks flushed from the cold, [Name] and Inuoka halted their chatter to smile at him. Inuoka had retained his high-school energy and used it to grin widely at his upperclassman. [Name] chuckled at his enthusiasm, the simper on her lips peeking from underneath her scarf. She waved at the stupefied Yamamoto.

The cup almost slipped from his fingers at the sight before him. [Name] and Inuoka. Inuoka and [Name]. The cogs in his head squeaked as they struggled to turn.

"Tora? Is everything okay? Can we come in?"

Yamamoto blinked. Once. Twice. His brain finished processing the information. He staggered back while pointing an accusatory finger at the pair. "You! You two! What are you doing, [Name]-san?! Inuoka, you know she's a married woman!"

"I'm not? Am I?"

"How dare you betray all of us like this?!" he continued on, completely ignoring [Name]'s questioning frown. "What will Yaku-san say about this?! You'll kill him! How dare you do this to him?!"

[Name] shared a nervous glance with Inuoka. They sighed in unison as Yamamoto cried out about you're even in sync! Pushing past the man spilling his drink on the genkan, the duo excused themselves inside—still in unison so as to not make it any easier on him—and removed their shoes. The door slammed shut behind them.

They entered the room chuckling together at Yamamoto's frantic reaction. All eyes snapped towards them. Sharp and analytical and flabbergasted. Shibayama stopped breathing for a minute.

[Name] beamed at her old friends. Seven years change people so much but at the same time so little.

Kenma's hair remained untouched at the routes, fading into the blond tips she had helped him bleach. She convinced herself he couldn't bring himself to chop them off because they were her hard work. Shibayama and Teshiro kept their youthful appearance, yet grew into mature men with handsome features. Kai's smile had somehow become sweeter, his peaceful eyes even more welcoming. Boy, did she miss that man.

Some faces were missing. The troublesome, two-meter underclassman. The cunning and loveable captain. The king of comedy himself. And, of course, the confident man she loved with her whole heart.

[Name] held back her tears. She could save them for later, when she knew she wouldn't be able to stop the waterworks. "It's so good to see you guys again! I've missed you all so much!"

Shibayama was seconds away from passing out. Inuoka reminded him to breathe and he blinked back to life. His mind didn't want to believe the sight in front of him.

Kenma sighed when nobody answered to [Name]'s greeting. "Care to explain why you two are showing up together?" He didn't particularly care, but it didn't sit right with him either. There was no way he had sat through two years of his upperclassmen pining after each other just for this.

"Wait, what?" Inuoka found [Name]'s furrowed brows with his own. "We thought we'd come together since [Name]-san was already at my place."

[Name] nodded in agreement. Teshiro kept Shibayama from slamming his forehead onto the table. It was Taketora's yells of distress—I'm so sorry, Yaku-san, they have no shame!—that helped her understand everyone's disgusted grimaces.

She gasped, whipping back and forth between Inuoka and her friends. "Oh my God, no! No, no! You got it wrong! No, we are not dating. I would never do that to Mori—Nobuyuki, where's your trust?!"

"Sorry, [Name], it caught me off-guard, too." With [Name]'s glower switching over to him, his patient smile didn't waver. A collective sigh of relief resounded in the room.

[Name] couldn't help the cackles slipping from her mouth. Her body vibrated with glee as she crashed into Kai's arms before anyone else's. "I'm offended, but I'll overlook it because I missed you. Just this once, though!"

Kai chuckled, his laughter blended with hers. Almost as if time had never passed, as if they were still in high-school and enjoying the study sessions at Kuroo's home. For a second, she didn't want to let go.

But Kai pushed her off of him before she could start thinking too much and triggering her tears. He patted her shoulders, shaking his head at her glossy eyes, and prompted her to go greet everyone else properly.

First, the thankfully alive Shibayama, followed by the forever-stoic Teshiro, and then a stingy Kenma. She made sure to hug Yamamoto with all the strength she could muster as compensation for the earlier heart attack.

"Fukunaga's in the kitchen," Kenma mumbled from underneath his hoodie.

[Name]'s eyes glimmered. The king of comedy himself. She didn't know where the kitchen was. "Shouhei!" she hollered, "Hi! If you can hear me, clap once! If you can't, make it twice!"

Two claps reached her ears. She grinned to herself, bursting into giggles.

Kenma felt her attention return to him as he regretted his life decisions. He stared blankly at her with a cocked brow. Her laughter had stopped, but the beaming expression on her face brimmed with excitement. Oh. Yeah.

He sighed and rose to his feet. [Name] would combust any second. "How's my little baby boy doing?" she cooed as she followed him into his house. Her tone lilted with joy.

Kenma flicked the lights on. At the back of the room, ignoring the usually more interesting PC set-up, Gilbert waited patiently for her inside his terrarium.

[Name] squealed, "Darling! I'm back, sweetie!" delighted, and rushed to hold the reptile in her arms as she had done when he was only a child. Half of his life had gone by, but she was definitely spending the rest of it by his side.

Gilbert gladly slithered onto her arms and around her neck, posing as a cold-blooded scarf for the Fall. He hissed in what [Name] interpreted as a welcome home. Kenma was relieved people would stop asking to see the snake on camera.

It was a relief that nobody really minded snakes—not that they could after [Name] spent her days reciting the same powerpoint presentation, Why Snakes Aren't That Bad, You're Just Cowards. Nekoma had to accept Gilbert whether they liked it or not. And yet, she hadn't expected them to brighten up at the sight of the reptile.

Kai scratched Gilbert's head with this finger as [Name] settled down beside him. Teshiro handed her a drink to get her night started, patting the snake and nodding when she thanked him. "So," she began after a sip, "where's Morisuke?"

Her friends froze. "Shouldn't you know best?" Kenma stared at her.

"I've been busy." She used her head to motion towards Inuoka. He grinned.

"Don't worry about it." Kai placed his palm on her shoulder. "He's arriving today." He could feel her vibrating under his touch.

Yamamoto popped his head into the room, his hands busy with a tray of food. "Sure we don't need to go pick him up at the airport?" He left the food on the table and disappeared to the kitchen, calling, "Hey, Kenma! Get out here and help!"

"I'm already helping by providing the venue," Kenma grumbled in response. He sank lower into his seat, wrapping his body with his arms to make himself more comfortable.

[Name]'s grin remembered the times she had heard her friends bickering. All those instances she would join in, siding with Kenma to stick her tongue out at Yamamoto as he fumed. The things Fukunaga would blurt out with the straightest face and how she would burst into high-pitched cackles while falling to her knees. She had missed them so much.

Kai chuckled softly and tugged her out of memory lane before her tears ran her over like a car. "Don't worry, he said he wanted to stop by Shibuya first before coming here."

Yamamoto returned with even more snacks. For an athlete, he sure threw salt around like it was holy water. "Why Shibuya?" He cocked a brow as he settled down. He didn't need an answer anymore when he exclaimed, "Oh! That, huh!"

"Yes, indeed. That."

"Russia, huh…" Inuoka sighed dreamily, "I wanna go there someday." He pumped his fist, filled with goals and ambitions. He pulled out of his daydream with a smile, turning towards [Name]. "But [Name]-san, shouldn't you be picking him up?"

[Name] blinked in surprise at the unexpected question. "Uh. Why me?" Her cup almost slipped from her sweaty fingers.

"Aren't you guys dating?"

Oh. Of course. With the Inuoka incident cleared up, it was pretty obvious that [Name] and Yaku had been together ever since their first kiss at the airport. It was a given.

She laughed and avoided Teshiro's steely eyes awaiting confirmation. "Well, no… We never established anything. It's not like we could do long distance, anyway."

"But you're still best friends, right? I'd want to see my best friend first thing." Shibayama's bubbly voice spoke only reasonable truths. So much so that everyone present agreed with him.

[Name] set her cup down with a knock. She trained her sheepish gaze on the snake around her shoulders, scratching his head for a sense of comfort. "He, uh… I didn't—He doesn't know I'm here…" Her words died into a hesitant mumble.

The room quieted down instantly. [Name] shrank in on herself, feeling thousands of cat eyes stabbing into her even if there were only six people staring at her in disbelief. Her lips pursed, embarrassed.

"[Name]… What…?"

"I told him I couldn't make it, that I was working in Hyougo for an agricultural project…" It was practically impossible to hear her. Gilbert's faint hisses were so much louder than her voice.

Kenma cradled his head in his hands "…Why would you do that?"

She cleared her throat. "I panicked? I—I don't know, okay? We haven't—we haven't seen each other face to face in years." Now audible, she trembled and tripped. Her eyes glazed over with anxious tears.

"And you thought meeting at Kenma's house was the best idea?" Tora cackled at her expense. He set off a ticking time-bomb with just one raspy chortle.

[Name] straightened her back in one sharp movement, startling Gilbert and making him run off towards Kenma beside her. A glowing blush spread over her cheeks, and it was certainly not the alcohol. "Better than getting whiplash from looking him in the eye without any moral support! Have you guys seen him?! What happened to his hair?! Who gave him the right?! I can't handle that all on my own, I'll crash the car!"

"How… How long have you been in love with him?" Very bold of Inuoka to even speak up after such an outburst.

Kai chuckled into his hand at the question. The man knew, the poor soul had been watching through every second of it.

"Um… Half-way into our first year at Nekoma." Her flush still shone brightly as she fanned herself with her hands.

"Her cowardice is justified!" echoed Fukunaga's voice from the kitchen.

[Name] slumped down on the desk in an attempt to cool her face with the cold wood. "Thank you, Shouhei…" she muttered with her cheek pressed firmly onto the surface.

She wasn't a coward—or maybe she was. She couldn't decide. It was Yaku Morisuke, for crying out loud. They had become the best of friends in such a short amount of time, and she didn't even hesitate to give him her first kiss.

The stirring of her stomach didn't mean cowardice. After so many years of seeing his face through a screen and hearing his voice through a speaker, she couldn't handle having the real thing at the tip of her fingers.

How exciting.

Excitement dissolved into sheer panic when the chime of the doorbell swam through the room. Shrimp dropped from her mouth as she froze in place. Reality showered over her like a bucket of ice water to the face. A shimmering layer of tears coated her trembling irises.

[Name] turned slowly to the side to meet Kai's eyes with her own wide ones. "Is…" Her friends stared at her with raised brows. "Is my make-up okay?!" She squeaked when her voice broke, hiding herself behind her cup of alcohol.

Her vocal cords tangled and became a tight knot to form a lump in her throat, choking her with anticipation. The world around her began to shift without her and she swayed side to side and maybe she should start adding more iron to her diet? Yaku would destroy her if he found out she got light-headed randomly.

"[Name], why are you so emotional?" Kenma judged her with his narrowed eyes, completely unimpressed. He held Gilbert wrapped around him for the snake's safety.

She found the courage to meet his gaze. Tears threatened to pour, cheeks burned a glowing red. "He's my best friend, we've only seen each other through a screen for the past six years, and I'm in love with him. How could I not be so emotional?"

Kenma refused to reply while she gripped her cup tightly. He only sweatdropped, leaning back into his seat as Gilbert returned to his owner for a sense of comfort. The footsteps entering the room made her flinch with every echo.

Yaku didn't get to greet his friends as his sights zeroed in on his high-school illiterate dumbass ankle instinctively. The toothy grin breaking out on his lips overflowed with adoration. [Name] in the flesh. It knocked the air out of his lungs.

"I knew my stomach hurting was way too random to be the airplane food."

[Name] allowed the tears to trail down her cheeks along with a chuckle. She pushed herself off the floor and bolted towards the strong arms of her best friend. He really hadn't gotten much taller, but she couldn't care less. His short height always made him endearing and she loved him so much either way.

Her face buried into his shoulders and his palms didn't hesitate to land on her lower back to catch her. The stirring in his stomach, the way she hid away from him, the faint sniffles reverberating against his skin. He had missed holding onto her and the inviting scent of her perfume.

After those seven years since the airport, Yaku knew better than to let his chances slip from his hands again. He pulled away from her, gingerly grabbing onto her chin with his fingers.

He used an eager kiss to say you're here as he nipped at her lower lip with a bit more force than he had expected. The salt of her tears mixed with the sweet taste of her glimmering lipgloss. Sweet and salty, just like [Name] was, just like he remembered her.

Yaku grazed his tongue against her lip one last time before moving back to take a breath. [Name] sighed heavily with flushed cheeks and crashed her forehead into his shoulder again. He felt the droplets seeping through his clothes while some formed in his own eyes.

A hand on her back pressed her closer to him, the other one stroked her hair. "Stop crying, will you? My stomach hurts."

"Oh, shut up," she grumbled into his neck, "my fingers feel funny. You're about to cry, too." Her bright irises met with his. Yaku laughed, trying to blink his tears away.

"Before you start arguing, you guys have some time to catch up before Kuroo gets here."

Yaku glanced behind [Name] to find Kai smiling warmly at him. The man, the legend, the wingman, the reason he had met [Name] in the first place. He would make sure to thank him properly.

He nodded in gratitude while interlacing his fingers with [Name]'s. "We'll be outside, then."

Yaku guided her to the door, his hand keeping a tight grip on her so as to never let her go again. He helped her wrap her scarf around her neck, mindful of the snake hissing affectionately at him. They settled down pressed flush against each other's side, thumbs playing with one another.

Gilbert slithered between them to soak in their warmth made of love and adoration. Yaku scratched the reptile's head; he had missed that thing more than he cared to admit. [Name] couldn't help the silky simper tugging at her lips.

The sky stretching out of reach from them sparkled vibrantly with billions of stars, dead and alive, drowning under the glow of the waning moon. Almost as if time hadn't passed at all; as if all those long years of being separated by seven and then three hours had been but a blink of the eyes.

They were eighteen years old again while [Name] sat with her phone by her side as the midnight rain washed over her and Yaku snored through the speaker. Now they could gaze at the world together, hand in hand, heartbeats in sync.

They were wrapped in warm, comforting blankets again, legs a tangled mess underneath the sheets. Pirated Barbie movies played one after the other on the screen and the blue light burned their eyes when they realized the sun was up. Quiet chortles—so as to not wake her parents—bounced around the room only for them to hear.

They were at home again; they found their places in one another; they belonged and fit together like two puzzle pieces. Even if he had already settled in Russia, and even if she had returned to Japan for little over a year. Sitting side by side meant everything in the world was right.

They were together again after more than half a decade, yet they hadn't been separated for a single second. When she said goodbye and wait for me in the same endless but brief peck, and he said finally, you're here as he bit her lip a bit too harshly.

[Name]'s head landed softly on his shoulder. His cologne smelled like her childhood, although they hadn't met at the time yet. She remembered him talking about it over videochat.

Yaku planted an affectionate kiss on the crown of her head, his nails trailing down Gilbert's body. "Were you actually in Hyougo?" She had missed hearing his voice right beside her ear.

"No, not really," she chuckled. "That project isn't until Summer."

"You've really been moving around since coming back, [Surname]-sensei." Her hair was rough and unsalvageable after suffering the wrath of her scissors and cheap bleach. She had settled for her natural color, and Yaku was more than glad she had found what she liked. Anything looked perfect on her, anyway.

[Name] laughed. Her giggles sounded so much sweeter in person. "You're one to talk, Yaku-senshu." Amusement coursed through his body in the form of goosebumps. "I landed a job at the Shinjuku Gyoen, and I'm working on a project for Sou's childcare."

"How's that going?"

"I'm so excited. Things are going well." She shifted her head to admire Yaku. The glowing of the moon trapped in his eyes, the shadows cast from the sky only to accentuate his jawline, the charming simper on his kissable lips.

[Name] sighed.

Yaku met her gaze. The moonlight draped over her shoulders like a veil. "What's with that sigh?"

"Things are well, but… I'm not sure."

"About?"

"About what I want." She buried herself in his chest. "Shinjuku's nice, but I don't think I want to stay there. I know I have time, I just want to make the most of it."

Yaku pressed his cheek to her head. "How would you like Russia?" His words tangled themselves in her hair.

"Man, I don't know." [Name] squeezed his hand. He was here now, but soon he'd leave again, and yet her fingers clicked seamlessly with his. "I mean, the Netherlands were beautiful and I'd love to go back there someday and meet up with some friends, and I love it here so much with all the memories I made."

Yaku hummed. "You can always come visit."

"Surely. Then again, the Shinjuku Gyoen is such a welcoming place."

"Russia has some really pretty botanical gardens, you know?" His grip tightened around her hand. [Name] wasn't his illiterate dumbass ankle for nothing.

"Really?" She blinked at him with specs of excitement glimmering inside her irises. "It'd be nice to check them out someday."

Yaku sighed heavily. "[Name]."

"Yeah?"

"Are you thick?"

The excitement dissipated and morphed into puzzlement. She stared into Yaku like a gawking fish, gasping for water. "I—What?"

"Come with me to Russia."

Her eyes flew wide open. She had missed that confident grin of his, of course, but she couldn't process it with the words he spilled.

Yaku unhooked his hand from hers and slid his arm around her waist, killing any negligible amount of space between them. Closer wasn't close enough. "Whenever you want to, whenever you feel like, I'm waiting for you." His voice rang harmoniously in the hush of the night. A proposal that disappeared high in the clouds.

Blood rose to [Name]'s face to warm her skin and kickstart a migraine. "Mo—Fuck—Morisuke, you can't just spring this up on me!"

"Let's go." His intense gaze lit up the sky more than the moon could ever try. "I've been away from you for years and now that I have the chance, I'm not letting it go. Make it tonight or in a year. Come with me, [Name]." He brought his hand up to cradle her heating face. She leaned into his palm, eyes fluttering close.

An unwelcome rumble in his stomach made him roll his eyes.

He chuckled, "Don't cry now, dumbass."

Tears she didn't know she still had saved leaked from her lids and rolled down to her chin. "Sorry, I'm just—I'm happy. I just love you so much." A hiccup interrupted her declaration. Yaku had heard it all before as he wiped the droplets from her skin.

He placed his lips upon hers, wondering if they would ever share a kiss without any tears third-wheeling. Not that it mattered. Crying was a part of [Name] and a connection to her that he would never trade for anything.

While she bit him as payback, Yaku could see it. A future in which his stomach would stir itself up after an important match, solely because [Name] was so happy she burst into tears. A future where her fingers would tingle as he watched her walk down the aisle. A future with her.

He pulled back to gaze into her glazed-over eyes. He promised to himself to dry her tears before they fell, now and forever. "Let's be together, [Name]."

She tripped over her words. Her head nodded almost frantically as she disappeared into his neck. Yaku held onto her tightly for the rest of the night and until the last tear she ever cried.

—あごす (agosu) • 2020

#A Mother's Instinct #Haikyuu #Yaku Morisuke #Yaku Morisuke x Reader #Yaku x Reader #Haikyuu x Reader

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wondereads · 8 months ago

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Weekly Reading Update (06/10/24)

Reviews and thoughts under the cut

Forced Bonds by J. Bree (9/10)

I think this is my favorite of the series so far. The majority of this book was par for the course, but there were a few major things that really brought it to another level for me. One is the reveal about the main characters' bonds, which I'm very interested to see a resolution to, and another is the ending, which I never expected from this kind of series. I have my doubts that that development will actually hold, but it still took me by surprise!

Toward an Aesthetic of Reception by Hans Robert Jauss (5/10)

This is a literary theory book that is highly useful to some research I'm doing. It is also incredibly opaque and miserable to read. I feel like I retained about 40% of what I read, even if I did get some useful quotes and ideas.

The Once and Future King by T. H. White (8/10)

I went into this one with a certain idea of what it would be like, and I was completely blindsided. Despite being a fantasy classic from the mid 1900s, it was quite accessibly written and a good bit of the humor holds up. I think what I liked most about this version of Arthurian legend was its portrayal of Arthur, Lancelot, and Guenever (that's how her name is spelled in this book). White did a great job getting across the nuance of the conversation and not villainizing any of them, even if they did act horrendously stupid at some points. There are certainly things I did not like about this book, major ones being how White is so obviously a white English man and how Freud's theories must have still been popular when he was writing, but it was overall an enjoyable read and a very obvious inspiration for a lot of modern medieval and Arthurian fantasy.

Haikyuu!! Vol. 34 by Haruichi Furudate (8/10)

It's a bit tough for me to rate manga volumes since they go by so quickly, but I think I would be hard-pressed to find a Haikyuu!! volume I don't like. While I've watched the anime many, many times, I'm finally committing to finishing the story through the manga. This volume in particular was quite good, focused on a highly anticipated match. There were some moments that got a little repetitive, but I expect that's the point since part of this arc is the Karasuno team's frustration at being unable to break through.

Haikyuu!! Vol. 35 by Haruichi Furudate (9/10)

There was a bit of a shake-up in this volume, and I think it's a great one for showing how Hinata has developed over the course of the story. The fact that he's being targeted for receives to keep him out of the game instead of because he's shit at them is a huge amount of growth in the first place! I liked the problem-solving displayed by him and the rest of the team, and the Hinata/Kenma dynamic is really starting to take off. I kept this at a 9 instead of a 10 because while the ending got me excited, I don't see yet how it's supposed to disrupt Nekoma's strategy.

The Dark Secret by Tui T. Sutherland (86%)

Starflight's character development through this book is really quite good. He's always been a nervous worrier, and I think the way he moves through the plot allows him to come into his own and find courage without abandoning his intelligence and conscientiousness. A good balance is struck, giving him character growth that doesn't overshadow or completely change his core personality. Looking forward to finishing this book and reading the final one in this arc of the series!

A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court by Mark Twain (15%)

The first isekai? I have so much to say about this book, but it's just going to end up being five paragraphs of nonsense, so I'll just say this for now: Hank is an annoying hypocrite and perhaps the first isekai power fantasy character. Do with that what you will.

Haikyuu!! Vol. 36 by Haruichi Furudate (33%)

So far I'm really liking this volume, and I just got some backstory for Kuroo and Kenma! They're so cute as children! I honestly can't tell who's going to win this match. My preference, of course, is for Karasuno since they're the main characters, but Furudate does such an amazing job of making the reader root for both sides. I'll be working through these next few volumes quickly since I want to go see the new movie this week!

Lessons in Chemistry by Bonnie Garmus (1%)

I've barely started this book, but I'm a little uncertain. I am not one for historical fiction usually, and I'm really only reading this for my book club. So far the main character seems a little too perfect to me; clever, driven, beautiful. I hope she becomes a more well-rounded character as the story progresses.

#books #reading update #forced bonds #the bonds that tie #j bree #the once and future king #t h white #haikyuu!!#haruichi furudate #the dark secret #wof #tui t sutherland #a connecticut yankee in king arthur's court #mark twain #lessons in chemistry #bonnie garmus

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2-lines-and-a-circle · 1 year ago

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Flavor of Love matchup: Haikyuu edition!

This one is for @xlulyx I hope you enjoy it! I'm also sorry it took a long time for me to write this!

Congratulations, your new friend is Shōyō Hinata!

When going through your information you mentioned how you believe yourself to be a sea salt and caramel, which is quite true. From what I’ve read I do think you hold more resemblance to that than any of the remaining teams. People who fall into either team caramel or sea salt and caramel are easy to be around. Most of the time it’s because they understand boundaries, but they also change their personalities a tad. Although, it depends on the people one is around. While I'm not sure if all of this applies to you, I do think you’re someone who blends well with others. In the end, I think it’s best to find someone who will naturally bring your inner self out when you’re together. Hence, the choice of a mint.

Mints find it easy to bring one’s true nature out because of their refreshing nature. Out of all of the mints I leaned more towards Karasuno’s mints. Their chaotic, yet controlled energy seemed to match you well, in terms of friendship. Narrowing down the options between Hinata or Suga was easy, there hadn’t really been a fight. Hinata, in comparison to Suga, has a young and fresh minty feel. Even as he ages Hinata always retains that aspect about him. In comparison to Hinata Suga carries a more mature minty feel that never leaves him. I think it would be better to have a younger mint instead of a mature one. There’s not a major reason why other than that I think your energy level may be too much for Suga to handle.

Together you and Hinata are two crazy crows who unexpectedly stir up trouble. It's going to be a friendship where there's never a boring moment. Since you also share a love of physical activity, I see that as something the two of you would partake in. More importantly Hinata will allow you to stay true to yourself. In a very natural way, you’ll slowly stop changing when you hang around Hinata. If you want to say whatever comes to mind, it’s totally fine to do so. In fact, you might find yourself behaving more openly as time goes by.

Moving onto your lover, drumroll please!!! Congratulations, it's Morisuke Yaku!

This ties into how you got Hinata as well, so please keep a close eye out! I don’t exactly picture you as a student at Nekoma, rather you’re completely at Karasno. However, the only reason you get to Nekoma is through games, but they don’t play against each other till later on. So, you’ll meet Yaku through the grapevine. Perhaps you join Hinata on an adventure somewhere and you meet both Yaku and Kenma. In fact, that’s exactly how I picture it to be. Just know the only way you’re ever going to meet Yaku is through chance and whenever it happens you can’t stop it.

Anway, you two won’t fall in love till way after high school. I mean it’s pretty obvious almost everyone in Haikyuu has no time for love. That doesn’t mean there’s no progress in the relationship though. Both you and Yaku will become friends after that strange encounter. Eventually you’ll find yourself hanging out with only Yaku, whereas before it included Hinata and Kenma. Don’t be mistaken by how romantic this could sound because Yaku isn’t a member of team coffee for nothing. Before you can even notice your own feelings for Yaku, he probably already senses it. Plus, he’s of course already smitten with you. It’ll start off in denial. He’ll ration he enjoys hanging out with you because your friends, but as always Yaku will be left wanting more. Like any other coffee, what he wants is what he can’t get.

This yearning that leaves him hungry is something Yaku is aware of, and he knows you’re into him as well. Whether you’re aware by this point, that is dependent on yourself. Still, there’s no chance Yaku will tell you because he’ll want to create a ground for you to land on. I believe Yaku is aware you can hold your own weight, but he’ll want to create a safe place for you. During his operation, it’ll fall through at one point, most likely due to you coming to realize your own feelings. When this happens, everything will start to spiral out of hand. Both of your feelings will come out and there won’t be any secrets left.

The takeaway is that Yaku will learn to create a safe place for the two of you with you beside him. Meanwhile, you’ll learn how love isn’t always refreshing or sweet, rather it’s bitter at times. Which, ironically, is something you’re not too fond of.

When in love Yaku will spoil you in any way possible, just create a checklist and he’ll do it all. Whatever you need he’ll get it, even if it seems impossible. Nothing is going to matter as much to him as you are, really, it’s sweet. However, you must shower him in love every now and then, I have a feeling he’s someone who enjoys being spoiled. Although, that feeling isn’t something Yaku will ask for all the time.

#flavor of love #matchups #event #haikyuu #haikyu #fluff #team mint #team coffee #yaku morisuke #hinata shouyou

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ichigomis · 3 years ago

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HOW THEY KNOW THEY DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE

tw: angst, hurt, and toxic relationships

everything feels like a burden; something as simple as picking up your calls and texting back seems tiring and taxing. all the things he used to love doing with you seem like something of a big effort that wasn't truly worth it. and all too suddenly, being with you felt like a burden weighing him down, and just the mere thought of having to "deal" with you has him sighing and clicking his tongue.

oikawa, SEMI, TSUKKI, SAKUSA, hoshiumi, KITA, akaashi, terushima

nothing about you excites him anymore; he used to love everything that you do—from your little twirl when you show off your outfit, to your little chuckles when you tell him your stories. but now, it all feels worn off and old. everything about you feels gray, repetitive, boring. and no matter how many times you try to do new things or make sure he's entertained or salvage what you can, he retains the same tired look on his face.

OSAMU, tendō, konoha, hinata, yaku, kunimi, MEIAN. sugawara

he suddenly finds excuses to not show up; "i'm busy," and "i had this emergency," are what fills your conversations. he finds himself surprised at his own creativity when avoiding your invites, and he wonders where his guilt ever goes when he cancels on you at the last minute. the trips you two had planned to go to before now end up a distant memory and your favorite corner booth seats at that little café you both love suddenly are empty. his place in your life is slowly drifting away.

SUNA, bokuto, asahi, hinata, aone, koganegawa, KENMA, komori, yamaguchi

he purposely takes you for granted; he doesn't even pretend to listen anymore, he never gives you the same compliments he gave before, and he never holds your hand like he used to. he purposely makes you wait and wait until you just decide to cancel plans yourself. he leaves you hanging, never calls back, doesn't even bother to check up on you, and goes days without talking to you. and the worst part is, he knows exactly what he's doing.

USHIJIMA, futakuchi, makki, KAGEYAMA, KUROO, daichi, aran

he’s suddenly impatient and irritated with everything you do; he lashes out at you with every little thing you do. he raises his voice when you forget to take the receipt during lunch, he rolls his eyes and leaves you behind when you tell him you need to use the restroom, and he doesn't even bother walking you home as if another minute with you would drive him insane.

IWAIZUMI, tanaka, hirugami, kyōtani, SHIRABU, mattsun, ATSUMU

note: angst as promised ♥️ also, let me just point out that i don't intend to villainize any of the characters with this.

p.s.: this was genuinely so hard to write bc all of them are absolute sweethearts and i genuinely didn't know where to put them ;-; and like i just couldn't picture them doing these in my head but here's the hc nevertheless

rbs appreciated *manifesting you all healthy and loving relationships* » m. list

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t-horn-n · 3 years ago

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— rings of string

PAIRING: kenma kozume x reader (gender-neutral) — anime

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: none

SUMMARY: the things you do when both you and kenma seem to have the memory of a goldfish.

“What’s that?” he asked you, staring at your hands while you both sat cross-legged on the floor before the coffee table in Kenma’s living room.

You hummed in questioning without lifting your eyes from your notebook where half of a haphazardly written sentence laid waiting to be finished. A collection of tiny doodles were spread in the margins. Small cats who curled into themselves, flowers created from a sequence of loops, lopsided characters from the countless video games you have spent hours playing together. All evidence of Kenma’s attempts of stealing your attention from your homework for purely selfish purposes.

“Those.” This time, he was successful in his efforts, and you diverted your gaze from your notes to look at whatever he was pointing to.

One of his hands stood vertical, supporting his head as he languidly stared at you. The other gestured lazily to the segments of colourful string tied around six of your fingers.

Aquamarine on your left middle finger, maroon and lavender on the pointer finger of the same hand; emerald, jade, apricot, and tangerine on the last four fingers of your right hand.

“Ah.” Absentmindedly, you began to fidget with your pen, swinging it like a pendulum. “They’re reminders, you know how forgetful I am.”

He did. In fact, he had the same tendency to lose track of time. Often, Kenma found his clock laughing at him when he realised it raced through the hours without him. The combination of your collective memories—or lack thereof—occasionally had devastating consequences.

“The theory is that I’ll look at them and remember why I tied them in the first place,” you continued.

He didn’t reply for a moment as though he was contemplating the logic of your actions, his own fingers drummed on the wood that separated you.

“Why don’t you just set a reminder on your phone?”

“How well has that worked for us in the past?”

He blinked at you, refusing to verbally admit the truth to your words. Once, he had even asked Kuroo to call him so he wouldn’t be late to an extra volleyball practice. However, he promptly forgot he had made such a request and hung up on Kuroo every time his phone rang with increasing annoyance.

“I want to try.”

And that is how you found your homework abandoned and replaced with an array of string piled on the table before you.

“You better be remembering what these are for because I’m not going to remember for both of us,” you told him seriously.

“Of course I am,” he said indignantly, yet still retaining the perpetual softness to his voice. “But Y/N, I think you’re tying them too tightly. I can’t feel my pinky.”

“Ah shoot!”

You had tied the knot so tightly that you had to scavenge the junk drawers in Kenma’s kitchen to find scissors. He had then demanded no less than ten kisses as compensation for ‘nearly losing him his tab and control finger.’

When you had sufficiently adorned Kenma with his reminder strings, the two of you had started making friendship bracelets out of the remaining thread. Because that is important, obviously. Effectively forgetting your school work entirely.

“I want a yellow and orange one, Y/N.”

“Be patient.”

He frowned slightly, then started to pout when you snickered at him.

“So, what does the purple one mean?” he had asked you after you had finished fulfilling his bracelet commissions. You gazed at the string curled below your knuckle and drew a complete blank. Your memory, once again, failing you.

“Ah, well that’s the thing.” You laughed quite sheepishly. “This technique isn’t one hundred percent foolproof.”

Kenma chuckled quietly and went to flick your forehead, causing you to duck quickly and scrunch your nose at him.

“Well, I have another reminder for you.” He took your hand before you could protest and began to wrap a lemon string around your left ring finger.

“And what’s that?”

“This one is so that you remember to love me forever.”

“How could I ever forget?” You swiftly kissed his nose before he could pull away.

— m. list

#kenma kozume x reader #kenma kozume #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #kenma x reader #kenma kozume fanfiction #kenma fanfiction #kenma x you #haikyuu fanfiction

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na0koz · 2 years ago

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works

haikyuu bf hcs (ushijima, sakusa, kenma)

evening walks with ushijima

levi ackerman bf hcs

saiki k & co.

vacation with levi drabble pt 2

atsumu miya hcs

8:46pm - toji fushiguro

albedo as your doctor

college albedo

college xiao

albedo missing you

back to school with haikyuu boys (kenma, ushijima, atsumu)

adrenaline junkie childe (high school au)

vacation with childe (modern au)

my friend thinks you’re pretty (kenma, modern au)

only sometimes.. (atsumu, pre-timeskip, reverse comfort)

levi ackerman has never been sick

highschool!childe bf hcs

atsumu drabble (pre-timeskip)

xiao drabble: meeting cloud retainer

random hq texts: suna, atsumu, ushijima, sakusa

random hq texts: kenma, kageyama, ushijima, sakusa, tanaka, tsukishima

sakusa thoughts

atsumu thoughts part 2

hq boys as tweets part 2

driving w toji

hq boys and music (texts): kenma, atsumu, tanaka, kageyama, ushijima, tsukishima

if you like - toji, exes to lovers

hq boys meeting your parents: atsumu, kageyama, suna

arguing w toji drabble - suggestive

hq boys fav positions: 18+, suna, atsumu, ushijima, sakusa, kenma, tsukishima, matsukawa

jjk guys fav positions: 18+, tori, gojo, geto, nanami, choso

jinx being obsessed w u, stalking u a lil bit

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giggly-squiggily · 3 years ago

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Masterlist (Headcanons To Dabbles)

Heyo! My Sentence Starters/Headcanons To Dabbles List was getting long, so I decided to separate the two :D

(Totally didn’t do it for a reason to use a Kurama gif what are you talking about)

Full Masterlist

Updated: 5/19/23

Black Clover

Black Bulls Tickle Royale! (Group Tickles: Black Bulls)

Blue Lock

Cuddles? (Lee!Niko, Ler!Isagi)

Crimes In Glam (Lee!Chigiri, Ler!Aryu)

Brat (Lee!Rin, Ler!Bachira)

Moody (Lee!Chigiri, Lers!Isagi, Nagi, Barou)

Not Ticklish (Chigiri x Reader)

Respect (Lee!Chigiri, Lers!Barou, Nagi)

Sacrificial Lambs (Lees!Isagi, Chigiri, Ler!Gagamaru)

Simba (Lee!Chigiri, Ler!Kunigami)

Whatcha Say? (Lee!Chigiri, Lers!Bachira, Isagi, Kunigami)

Wet Willy! (Lee!Kunigami, Ler!Bachira)

Buddy Daddies

Iity Bitty (Lee!Rei, Ler!Kazuki)

Lesson Not-Learned (Lee!Miri, Lers!Rei, Kazuki)

Bungo Stray Dogs

“Back” To Work (Lee!Dazai, Ler!Kunikida)

The Empiricists Have No Clothes (Lee!Kunikida, Ler!Reader)

Ushanka (Lee!Fyodor, Ler!Reader)

Chainsaw Man

Suckers (Lee!Yoshida, Ler!Octopus Devil)

Collar x Malice

Distraction! (Lee!Ichika, Ler!Takeru)

Experiment (Lee!Ichika, Ler!Kageyuki)

Multi-tasker (Lee!Ichika, Ler!Takeru)

Danganronpa

Do The Thing? (Lee!Maki, Ler!Kaede)

Check-In! (Lee!Taka, Lers!Mondo, Leon, Chihiro)

Cheer Up, Kiyo! (Lee!Korekiyo, Ler!Gonta)

Come here (Hajime x Platonic!Reader)

Company (Lee!Shuichi, Ler!Kokichi)

Foot Rest (Lee!Yasuhiro, Ler!Mondo)

Sweet Talk (Nagito x Reader)

Demon Slayer

Air Tickles (Lee!Akaza, Ler!Hantengu Clones)

All Ears (Lee!Douma, Ler!Akaza)

Cupid (Lee!Sanemi, Ler!Tengen)

Douma's Army (Lee!Daki, Gyutaro, Kaigaku, Ler!Gyokko)

Drummer Boy and The Pesky Spider (Lee!Kyogai, Ler!Rui)

Eyes On Me (Lee!Koku, Ler!Douma)

Five Seconds (Lee!Akaza, Ler!Douma)

Fluster (Lee!Douma, Ler!Kokushibou)

Future Sightings (Lee!Kokushibou, Ler!Douma)

Gone In The Wind (Lee!Gyomei, Ler!Sanemi)

Heat Of The Moment (Lee!Douma, Ler!Akaza)

Keen Sense Of Hearing (Lee!Tanjiro, Inosuke, Ler!Zenitsu)

Kibble (Lee!Roark, Lers!Pokemon)

Lavender Fly (Lee!Giyu, Ler!Shinobu)

Medicine (Lee!Gyomei, Ler!Shinobu)

Messed With The Wrong Demon (Lee!Douma, Ler!Koku)

Mending (Lee!Genya, Ler!Sanemi)

Ribs (Lee!Gyutaro, Ler!Rui)

Run (Lee!Rui, Ler!Douma)

Sit With Me (Lee!Gyomei, Ler!Kagaya)

Spell It For Me (Lee!Sanemi, Ler!Tengen)

Stripes (Lee!Akaza, Ler!Douma)

Taisho Era Tickle Monster (Switch!Tanjiro, Lees!Zenitsu, Nezuko)

(Tickle) Fight Me! (Lee!Inosuke, Ler!Tanjiiro)

Team Work Makes The Dream Work (Lee!Tengen, Lers!Sanemi, Giyu)

Thick Skin (Lee!Douma, Lers!Daki, Rui)

What I Like About You (Lee!Douma, Ler!Kokushibou)

Who’s Better? (Lees!Sanemi, Muichiro, Lers!Tengen, Rengoku)

Dr Stone

Flower Language (Lee!Gen, Ler!Senku)

I Smell A Storm (Lee!Tsukasa, Ler!Ryusui)

Returning Hug (Lee!Ryusui, Ler!Tsukasa)

Fire Emblem

Retainer's Contribution (Lee!Sylvain, Lers!Dimitri, Dedue)

Splitting Sides (Lee!Claude, Ler!Hilda)

Fire Force

Begone, Devil! (Lee!Shinra, Ler!Arthur)

Free! Iwatobi Swim Club

Temper Tantrum (Lee!Rin, Ler!Nitori)

Fruits Basket

Rival (Lee!Nao, Ler!Yuki)

Haikyuu!!

Bicker Buddies (Lees!Hinata, Kageyama, Ler!Asahi)

Buzzing (Lee!Yamaguchi, Ler!Tsukishima)

Challenge Time (Lee!Suga, Ler!Yamaguchi)

Don’t Panic! (Lee!Hinata, Ler!Kageyama)

Jokes On You (Lee!Tsukishima, Lers!Tanaka, Noya)

Sneak (Lee!Tsukishima, Lers!Bokuto, Kuroo, Akaashi)

Will you? (Lee!Kenma, Ler!Kuroo)

Wrestling (Lee!Hinata, Ler!Kageyama)

Heartstopper

Breakfast Awaits! (Lee!Nick, Ler!Charlie)

Blush (Switches!Charlie, Nick)

Chub (Lee!Nick, Ler!Charlie)

Cutie (Lee!Charlie, Ler!Nick)

I know Him Best! (Lee!Charlie, Lers!Tao, Nick)

Hunter x Hunter

Secret (Switches!Gon, Killua)

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Birthmark (Lee!Jotaro, Ler!Kakyoin)

Tiramisu (Lee!Giorno, Ler!Bruno)

Weekly Antics (Lee!Abbachio, Switch!Giorno, Ler!Mista)

The World (Lees!Jotaro, Okuyasu, Koichi, Ler!Jotaro)

Komi Can’t Communicate

Mood (Lee!Katai, Ler!Tadano)

My Hero Academia

Back Rub (Lee!Todoroki, Ler!Shinsou)

Brotherly Antics (Lee!Ojiro, Ler!Bakugou)

Can We Try It? (Lee!Hawks, Ler!Mirko)

Catch Me! (Lee!Midoriya, Ler!Todoroki)

Feathers (Lees!Bakugou, Midoriya, Ler!Hawks)

Feather Sensitive (Lee!Hawks, Ler!Dabi)

Fish Out Of Water (Lee!Bakugou, Ler!Kirishima)

Fucking Adorable (Lee!Torodoki, Ler!Bakugou)

Fluster (Lee!Todoroki, Ler!Deku)

Game Over (Lee!Shigaraki, Lers!Dabi, Spinner)

I Spy A Tickle Monster! (Lee!Hagakure, Ler!Ojiro)

Laugh It Off (Lee!Endeavor, Jeanist, Ler!Hawks)

Manicure! (LeeKanimari, Ler!Mina)

Muscle Groups (Switches!Bakugou, Midoriya)

Palms Up! (Switches!Bakugou, Todoroki, Midoriya)

Play With Me! (Lees!Tokoyami, Tsuyu, Shoji, Ler!Dark Shadow)

Shoulders (Lee!Bakugou, Ler!Todoroki)

Softie (Lee!Todoroki, Ler!Midoriya)

The Claw! (Lee!Midoriya, Ler!Kirishima)

Wakey, Wakey! (Lee!Todoroki, Ler!Sero)

Pokemon

My Dearest, Maxie (Lee!Maxie, Ler!Archie)

Feathery Flurry! (Trainer Reader, Talonflame)

Gem (Trainer Reader, Sableye)

Ghost Army Tickle Attack! (Lee!Raihan, Ler!Allister)

Glint (Lee!Volkner, Ler!Roark)

Lack Of Direction (Lee!Gold, Ler!Aipom)

Land Vs. Water (Switch!Maxie, Archie)

Lesson Plan (Lee!Claval, Ler!Tyme)

Mermaiding (Hardenshipping)

Nibbles (Trainer Reader, Hydreigon)

Poke The Bewear (Hardenshipping)

Stay Still (Lee!Roark, Ler!Reader)

Thunderstorms (Lee!Maxie, Ler!Archie)

Wooloo Goof! (Lee!Hop, Leon, Ler!Wooloo)

Sk8 The Infinity

Best Win Yet (Lee!Langa, Ler!Reki)

Movie Night (Lee!Kojiro, Ler!Karou)

Spy x Family

Agent Mama On The Move! (Lees!Loid, Anya, Ler!Yor)

Give It Back! (Lee!Loid, Ler!Franky)

#masterlist #headcanons to dabbles

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mrskurono · 4 years ago

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\(◦´-`◦)/♡ mommy~~~

who, out of all the haikyuu babies, are the best at sucking nipples? this is very important.... i am doing research..... (っ◞‸◟c)

a/n: THIS IS IMPORTANT RESEARCH AND AS SOMEONE WHO IS ovulating HORNY RN I CAN VERIFY THIS tags: sexual context, nipple play, touchin the boobie, female anatomy

Mouth open wide, as much of your breast they can fit in, 100% sure they’d be nursing if they retained that reflex from a baby:

KAGEYAMA (i gotta stop putting him in like, every boob category lolol), Kinoshita, Kuroo, SHIBAYAMA, INUOKA, Kindaichi, KUNIMI, Sakunami, Koganegawa, AKAASHI, Tendou, Shirabu, SAKUSA, KOMORI, Atsumu, Omimi, Both Hirugami Brothers, MEIAN

Lips around nipple, lots of licking, swirling their tongue around said nipple, much more of a tease:

Suga, TANAKA, Tsukishima, Yaku, Oikawa, MAKKI, KONOHA, Shirabu, Goshiki, TERUSHIMA, Atsumu, SUNA, KOURAI, Tatsuto

Prefers to play with your nipples with their hands, into tugging/pulling on them:

Daichi, Asahi, Noya, HINATA, Kenma, MATTSUN, Iwaizumi, Kyotani, Washio, BOKUTO, Ushijima, KITA, Osamu, Michinari, Riseki, KOURAI, Tasuto

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bokutoslittlebird · 3 years ago

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Guys My Age

Older!Bokuto x College!Akaashi

Summary: Akaashi finds his life quite boring yet stressful with his boyfriend and classes, struggling to pay his rent on time. When Kenma suggests looking into a sugar daddy, he’s hesitant, but he soon finds himself in a sweet position.

Warnings: sugar daddy au, anxiety, mentions of food and not eating (not necessarily an eating disorder, I don’t think), mention of drugs and alcohol, abuse, mentions of insecurities, manhandling, mirror sex, blowjob, sex toys [1], fingering, lube, anal, creampie

Akaashi didn’t need to open the door to tell his boyfriend was home. The stench of weed was obvious beyond the door, making it so Akaashi had to plug his nose before even entering the apartment. Sure enough, his boyfriend, Ichiro, was lounging on the couch with some girl he’s never seen before, a bong on the coffee table between them and a blunt between her manicured fingers. Although he was surprised she’d have enough money to pay for nails, he just ignored them as they would do to him.

The apartment complex was located in a pretty shady area, meaning there was a lot more crime and a lot more drug related activity around the area. Akaashi chose it due to cheap costs on his rent, hoping it’d lessen his stress with classes and work. Even when he invited Ichiro to stay at his place, he expected some help with the finances. Instead, he worked himself ragged and retained even more stress because his boyfriend was addicted to weed.

Whether it be drugs or alcohol, Ichiro’s paycheck went towards it. Tossing a glass bottle in the recycling, Akaashi tried to clean up the kitchen a bit while he waited for the water to heat up. Ichiro also didn’t like coffee, so Akaashi’s mother bought him a Keurig to have at his apartment, so he could make single cups of coffee and not worry about extra coffee going to waste. A high pitched giggling was heard behind him, making him turn to see the girl wobbling her way into the kitchen. Finally noticing Akaashi, she seems to smile as if she’s met him before.

“Hey, there! You must be Ichiro’s friend, right?” She slurred, obviously drunk. Akaashi had to force himself to breathe in her presence, the stench of weed and alcohol stronger now that she was in the room.

“His boyfriend, yes,” he replies, then turns back around. She seems to have moved her attention elsewhere, then whines.

“Where’s my bottle?” She whines, stomping her foot like she’s a child. Akaashi rolls his eyes, pressing the buttons to make an extra strong coffee. With her in his home, he’ll need it. Her whining and calling out for her ‘bottle’ doesn’t stop, not once, while he makes a large mug of coffee. He’s leaving soon after, ignoring her completely as he goes into the bedroom. The bedroom is still close by, but he’s able to breathe a bit better and plug his earbuds in to get his work done. Taking out his laptop and stretching a bit, he gets to work.

By the time his stomach is grumbling for some food, it’s already dark out and the apartment has quieted down. Expecting the two to be passed out, Akaashi exits the bedroom to find them missing, bong and bits of weed left behind. Rolling his eyes, he goes to clean it up. The first time he cleaned it up, he decided to throw away the small bits of weed left behind and clean the bong, starting a fight with Ichiro on accident. Akaashi may be a pretty big guy, but he isn’t one for confrontation, just letting Ichiro berate and hit him for “wasting his shit” as he said. Sighing at the memory, Akaashi swiped the bits into a plastic bag and wiped the rim of the bong, putting them both in a cabinet in the kitchen. It had a lock on it, suppose to keep people out except Ichiro, but it’s been unlocked forever and he never remembers to lock it.

While cooking up a meal in the microwave and texting Kenma, Akaashi gets a notification from Ichiro.

“Don’t wait up for me! Party until late,” is what the message says, making Akaashi roll his eyes. Putting his phone down, he tries to focus on putting food in his belly and finishing his homework. He doesn’t need to worry about what his stupid boyfriend is doing; if he wants to party, smoke, and drink his life away, that’s fine. Akaashi really doesn’t want him living with him anymore, but he’s not confrontational and worries he’ll anger Ichiro again. Taking the TV dinner out of the microwave, he frowns as he mixes his food around, appetite no longer there.

The next day, Akaashi wakes up to an empty bed and an empty house, deciding to skip on breakfast as he gets ready for classes. His university is close by enough he can walk, but he needs an early start. At the university is where he met Yukie, who he shared classes in his first semester with. She’s looking to go into food business, a nutritionist, while he wants to go into literature business. Completely nothing in common, yet she’s easily become a close friend. She also happens to have a meal for Akaashi, somehow sensing he doesn’t eat breakfast most morning.

Speaking of which…

“Keiji-kun! Morning!” Yukie shouts across the campus. Akaashi turns to her, waving as she jogs his way. “I got you an extra plate,” she grins, pulling out a takeout container. Akaashi smiles, grateful, but shakes his head.

“I ate today, actually. Thanks, though,”

“Well it’s here until lunch. Wanna go to the library while waiting for class?” She points to the building where people are pouring out of, rushing to get to their class.

“We could, but I did promise professor—”

“Yeah, yeah, gotta be a good student, I get it,” she waves him off, but her smile tells him it’s in good fun. “I’ll be in the library if you need me, ‘kay?” With that, Akaashi’s waving goodbye as they part ways, his feet leading him into a different part of campus.

Did he have a professor to do work for? No, not today. Did he want to be alone so he could finish his work? Yes, he did.

The day is shorter than most, his classes ending earlier because of the break coming up in the next week. After school, he ends up meeting with Yukie and Kenma at a burger joint, finally munching on some food as he listens to Yukie’s story about the grocery store girl.

“She’s so pretty! I’m positive she flirts with me, she seems to always be there!” She explains, chomping on her burger between bites. “I just gotta ask her out,”

“Or not. She’d probably thing you’re a creep,” Kenma cringed his nose in disgust, nibbling on his nuggets. Neither him nor Akaashi have been big on eating, but Yukie loves food. Especially if it’s cheap and greasy.

“No way, didn’t you hear me? She sounds like she’s into me. I hope she is. She looks like she likes girls, at least, which means I have a chance,” she says, pounding her fist in her palm, making a declaration.

“Isn’t it rude to assume based on stereotypes?” Akaashi asks. “After all, she could just like to dress a specific way, not necessarily dressing in a way to attract other women,”

“No, I’ve seen her interact with men. She’s short with them, leaving no room for small talk. Definitely a lesbian,” Yukie practically huffs, nodding firmly before starting in her second burger. Akaashi and Kenma just look at each other and then shrug, going back to their own food. “Speaking of men, how is the love life in Kozume-land and Akaashi-land?”

“Don’t call it that,” Kenma mumbles, but his face turns red after she says so. Now it’s time for Akaashi and Yukie to look at each other, eyebrows raised as they stare at Kenma. “Why are you looking at me like I said something weird?”

“You’re red,” Akaashi bluntly says. Kenma seems to flush even more at that, shoving two nuggets in his mouth. “Kenma, please don’t choke,”

“F’s non’ y’or bus’fness,” Kenma says around a mouthful of food. Eventually, he’s swallowing the food and sipping on his drink. “That’s none of your business,” he states, more clearly.

“You have a boyfriend!” Yukie shouts, startling the men and people around her. “Or girlfriend? You don’t seem to like girls, though,” she hums in thought, finger on her chin.

“Kenma, I’ve known you since we were 5. It is kind of my business. What if he’s shady? Or she, but you’ve only really dated guys before,”

“Okay, I dated one guy. He wasn’t that great, but he got me a ticket to that one con, so I figured it was a fair trade,” Kenma crosses his arms, but a few more seconds of stares has him cracking. “Ugh, fine. But you have to not tell anyone,”

“We promise,” they both say, smiling as they hold out their pinkies. Once they’ve sworn, Kenma lets out a sigh before telling them the big deal.

“I have a sugar daddy,” he mumbles, face turning red once more. “He’s.. nice enough. I’ve been seeing him for a few months,”

“Months?” Akaashi almost shouts. Completely under his radar, but it suddenly makes sense.

“Living the high life, Kenma-kun,” Yukie giggles, clapping as Kenma hides his face. “Good job!”

“Details. Now.” Akaashi demands, making Kenma lean back in fear or surprise. Maybe both.

“Can we talk about it somewhere else? Not in public at some cheap burger joint?” He asks. A look from Yukie to Akaashi, and their both agreeing, deciding to finish their food as quickly as possible.

Once they were out of the restaurant, they kept up small talk until arriving at Akaashi’s apartment. It was still empty, thankfully, but the smell of weed was still pretty strong. “This place stinks,”

“Yeah, Ichiro’s been smoking weed recently,” which is a lie, as he’s been doing this their entire 2 year relationship. It just got hard to ignore once they began living together a year ago. “It’s.. a bit annoying,”

“A bit? Your couch reeks of it,” Kenma says, wiping the couch to make sure it isn’t dirty. Once he’s satisfied with it, and he has a glass of water, courtesy of Akaashi, he tells his friends the news. “It happened at the end of last semester. It was supposed to be a fun project, looking into companies and what made them popular, so I got this one company. Looking into it, they seemed like adult entertainment, which I thought was gross, but it turned out they were actually made famous because it’s popular for sugar babies. Long story short, that’s what happened,” he finishes. Yukie’s mouth drops open, then she sputters.

“No! That’s just the beginning! Who is it? Who did you find? Is he nice, at least?”

“I made a profile to look into the app more, since you needed one, and ended up browsing options out of curiosity. Most of them looked sleazy, actually. The most sleazy looking one, however, happened to be the first guy that DM’ed me. I used an old picture of me from my senior year in high school, so I thought this guy was a total creep. Turns out he was just looking for a date to some fancy dinner. He works with professional volleyball players and is actually kind of sweet,” he explains, face turning pink as he talks. Akaashi glares a bit, not believing the story.

“But you still have to sleep with him, don’t you? I thought you said sex was gross?” He ponders aloud, making Kenma’s face get darker.

“W-Well, um, it was ju-just lip service, you know? After we set up a schedule and whatnot, he was really respectful of not going further. Then I felt like I was ready, s-so we ended up, um,” Kenma stutters, shifting his hands in his lap and in his seat. “You know what we did. He’s not amazing at it, not like he was trying to break me, b-but he’s very goo-good with his mouth,”

Yukie whistles when he says that, making him hide his face and constant mutters of “why did I say that” over and over again. Akaashi just sighed, finding himself envious of his best friend, finding a guy that actually gives back in return. While Yukie pesters Kenma, Akaashi leaves the couch to go to the bathroom, texting Ichiro.

“Hey, you coming back tonight? I miss you,” he tells him, waiting with bated breath for a reply. Soon enough, the phone is buzzing and he goes to check.

“No, Sonya invited me to another party, so I’ll be staying the night here,” was the reply. Shutting off his phone, Akaashi goes back to his friends to see Kenma covered in a blanket while Yukie pokes him.

“What are you two doing?”

“He’s so shy, despite saying all that stuff. I just find him cute,” she smiles, dimples in her cheeks as Kenma whines from under the blanket. Yukie then turns to him, finally ceasing in her poking. “When’s your boyfriend coming back? I don’t know if he’d like us here,”

“He’s.. at a party. I don’t know when he’s coming back, actually,” Akaashi sighs, deciding to come clean. He’s been lying about how good his relationship is because it was such an interesting and good thing, in his friend’s words, so he wanted to keep the facade. However, they’re obviously having better love lives than him. “He doesn’t hang out here anymore, actually, mostly only to smoke and drink with friends, then leaves,”

“You’re still with someone like that? Keiji, you deserve better,” Yukie has a serious tone Akaashi hasn’t heard before, making his eyes widen. “Obviously he doesn’t care for you,”

“If I was with someone like that, you’d tell me to break up with him. So I’m giving you the advice you’d give me: drop him,” Kenma says, in agreement with Yukie. Akaashi just sighs, shaking his head.

“I don’t know, he’s— he can get mean when he smokes and drinks. There hasn’t been a good time, you know?” Akaashi mumbles, fiddling with his fingers. Even though they understand what he says, they don’t pry. “I’ll work myself up for it, okay?”

The next few days was Akaashi doing precisely that. Ichiro hadn’t come back, spurring Akaashi to feel confident in his decision. Packing his stuff up, Akaashi even added the drugs and alcohol in a bag for him, putting everything by the door. Yukie also ended up spending a few nights at the apartment in case of a fight, ready to defend Akaashi.

The break up was actually quite heartbreaking, but for the wrong reasons. It wasn’t tear filled and full of screaming matches, but rather just soft words and not even a goodbye. Ichiro seemed to not care, taking his stuff and leaving, while Akaashi felt like he just cut a hole inside of him. He may not have loved Ichiro anymore, but he did spend two years with him, and even his final year in high school of knowing him. Yukie and Kenma checked up on him, but they could only help a little as Akaashi stopped doing his homework and showing up to class, even skipping days at work. He only got up to go when they called him and told him he’d be fired if he didn’t start showing up. Even so, Kenma had to pitch in to help with groceries and rent a bit, but eventually decided he’s had enough.

“You need money. You need to fill emptiness in your heart. You also need to focus on school again, so the logical response is to look for a sugar daddy,” he says, making Akaashi’s profile. “Good news is I have pictures of you from our first day at college, so I can make the profile,”

“No old man wants a depressed college student,” Akaashi groans, tightly sealed inside a burrito cocoon of blankets.

“Actually, that’s what they want. Alright, done. ‘Looking for someone to treat me right, preferably someone with half a brain’,” Kenma reads off. Akaashi laughs, a short one that’s full of mock. “Oh please, you’d go brain dead with a sugar daddy that only wants sex,”

“I am not too big on sex, you know,” Akaashi grumbles, not removing himself from the burrito. Kenma just leaves him to it, moving out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, probably to make them both some coffee and lunch. Curious, Akaashi picks up his phone and looks through his profile, scoffing at how pretentious Kenma made him sound. Moving to the different options, Akaashi notices that the sugar daddies available range from late 20s to early 70s, with the creepier and more demanding profiles being from the older ones. Young and rich doesn’t equate experience, he supposes. The options were pretty small, since Akaashi was particular about the guys he was looking at. That was, until he got a notification that someone messaged him.

“Who is it?” Kenma suddenly asks, making Akaashi jump as his thoughts are interrupted.

“Don’t scare me like that,” he sighs, putting his hand on his heart. Kenma didn’t say anything, just watched as Akaashi opened the messages to see a message from someone named “Daddy Owl”. “This guy sounds like a joke,”

“I mean, the guy I met had ‘Sexy and Rich Cat’ with the little ‘&’ symbol,” Kenma drew the symbol on the air. “They’re cheesy, but rich. What did he say?”

“Um.. ‘Hey, hey, hey’,”

“That’s..it?” Kenma sighs, holding out his hand. Akaashi gives him the phone, letting him look at the profile, then put on a disgusted face. “Oh my god,”

“Is he weird? This was a bad idea—”

“He works with //my sugar daddy,” Kenma cuts him off, making Akaashi stop as he just stared. A couple beats of silence before Kenma continued. “Professional volleyball athlete, Bokuto Kōtarō. I’ve heard about him, but didn’t think he was into the sugar baby ordeal. Huh, that’s weird,”

“Bokuto Kōtarō..?” Akaashi repeats his name, thinking about it. “What do I do?”

“Well I texted back, ‘Hey there’, you know how you say it. He — wow, fast reply,” Kenma looks at the phone, Akaashi over his shoulder looking. “‘I was wondering if you were looking to spend time together on the 20, you in?’ Why the 20th?”

“Maybe he has a special event and needs a date?” Akaashi suggests, taking his phone back. “Shouldn’t I be talking to him, not you?”

“Fine. I’ll let you talk to him, but no telling him where you live. Not until you meet in person, at least,” Kenma advises.

“Meet? In person? Like before the.. sugar stuff?”

“Yeah, don’t wanna be used and disposed of like trash, do you? If he doesn’t want to meet up, it’s a red flag. If he wants to meet up and turns out to be nice, bingo. You’re free to give sugar,”

“Oh, okay. I’ll suggest it, then.” Akaashi turns back to his phone, telling Bokuto that he’s willing to hang out on the 20th, but only if they can meet beforehand. While waiting anxiously for a reply, Kenma decides to leave the bedroom, going outside the apartment to leave Akaashi to himself for a moment. When the //ding resounds in the room, Akaashi looks to see Bokuto has accepted, asking what day would be best. After setting a day, two weeks before the 20th, Akaashi finally set down his phone and practically collapsed, exhausted from such an interaction.

“So, update?” Kenma asks, reentering the apartment. When his feet pad over to Akaashi’s body, all he gets is a thumbs up. “Well, when is it?” Akaashi holds up one finger. “One day? Tomorrow?” A small shake of the head. “One week?” A nod. “Good, we’ll go shopping tomorrow. No classes, right? Need you to wear something to impress, after all.”

It all happens too fast, buying clothes and getting proper procedure from Kenma, with Yukie attending them for support. Soon enough, Akaashi is pacing as he waits for the clock to turn to the next hour, so he doesn’t get to the coffee shop too early. With it getting chillier in the day, Akaashi felt he’d be comfortable with a cream sweater and some plain black slacks, more expensive than anything he’s owned. Kenma generously bought everything, even asking his own sugar daddy for an extra allowance with no hesitation. With a nice watch on one wrist and practically a new wardrobe, Akaashi felt ready. He convinced Kenma he didn’t need any new shoes, but Kenma frowned when he saw the black converse on Akaashi’s feet. “Really?”

“They’re comfortable. I don’t know if he wants to go walking somewhere or something, plus they’re black. It fits,” he replies, checking his phone one more time. “Okay, it’s 10.”

“Call me if anything’s wrong or he seems weird. I’ll be nearby,” Kenma says. Before Akaashi can ask questions, he is pushed out his apartment and forced to walk down the steps. “Good luck,” Kenma whispers, before running back to the apartment. Well, Kenma’s running is more like fast walking. Akaashi tries to calm his nerves, forcing his feet to move in the direction of the coffee shop. He just hopes Bokuto’s nice.

Well, he’s never been one to be late. Even pushing his departure back and slowly walking to his destination, Akaashi sees nobody outside the café. He isn’t that early, so he hopes Bokuto isn’t late or worse, a no show. As he looks at his phone, looking around occasionally, he hears a boisterous voice from behind him, inside the café. “Hey, hey, hey, Akaashi!”

“I— Bokuto-san?” He asks, turning to see the man himself. His smile is so genuine, Akaashi is taken aback for a moment. “You went inside?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry. I decided to get here early in case they needed to clear off a table. I was just about to text you when I saw you outside. Guess we both wanted to get here early, huh?” Bokuto grins, then moves to the side, waving his hand towards the door. “The table awaits,”

“You don’t have to be so fancy and.. formal..” Akaashi mumbles, but still thanks Bokuto as he goes into the café. He’s been here before, using the free internet, access to coffee and free refills on Thursdays, and clear air to do homework often. Now, though, he almost feels embarrassed. Bokuto leads him to a table, closer to the back and away from most people. “Oh, so far away? From the windows and door?” Akaashi asks, alarm bells ringing.

“Ah, well, you mentioned you weren’t a fan of crowds on your profile, so I thought it’d be best to be away from crowds. The counter is right over there, but we can move if it’ll make you comfortable,” he suggests, pointing to the areas. Akaashi feels his face warm, finding the small consideration sweet, despite it being so small.

“N-No, that’s fine, Bokuto-san,” he says, sitting down. The spot is well lit and Akaashi is facing the counter, which he can see two baristas at now. Bokuto doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest, so Akaashi sighs and tries to relax his tense muscles.

“You can just call me Bokuto, if you want. No need to be so formal, after all,” he laughs, repeating Akaashi’s words back to him. Akaashi lets himself smile a bit at that, shaking his head.

“It’s just how I am. Perhaps after I get to know you that can change,” he says, making Bokuto’s cheeks turn pink. He’s a bit confused, but can’t ask why before the waitress is taking their orders. “Oh, uh, I don’t”

“Don’t worry, get what you like! It’s my treat, after all,” Bokuto chirps, leaning back in his chair. Akaashi nods, then lists off his drink and food, deciding to try the lemon cream cake. “Oh, that sounds good! I’ll have a slice of the lemon cake, too. And a hot chocolate,” Bokuto says, and with that the waitress leaves.

“Not coffee?” Akaashi asks, a small smile. It fits, as Bokuto doesn’t seem like someone who enjoys the bitter drink.

“Ah, no. We never really drank coffee in my house growing up, so I much prefer sweet drinks. If I drink coffee, it’s full of cream and sugar, so it’s not very coffee like, I suppose,” he chuckles, then clears his throat. “Are you a fan of coffee?”

“Well, it helps keep me up when I do homework or gets me through my day. I guess you can say I’m a bit addicted,” Akaashi tries to force a small laugh, but it doesn’t seem as relaxed as Bokuto’s. Thankfully, Bokuto doesn’t point it out.

“That’s right! You mentioned being in school? What do you do? Or, I guess, what do you want to do?”

“Uh, I’m looking to go into the literature business when I graduate. I was thinking of becoming an editor or something similar,”

“Oh, so you‘re doing business classes!” Bokuto points two finger guns in his direction, smiling when Akaashi nods. “I always envied the people who went into business. So much planning ahead and thinking, it’s not really for me,”

“I’m sure studying would help, so don’t say that,”

“Well, I’m more of a people person than a knowledge person. Is that right? It sounds weird, but I’m better with interactions than just thinking,”

“Communications, then. Or a social worker?” Akaashi asks, then stops, making Bokuto raise his brows. “I’m sorry, you have a career ahead of you. There’s no need to try and bring up college stuff,”

“Well, I figured I’d start with something you’re familiar with. You’re so tense, I thought perhaps thinking of something else would help you relax a bit,” Bokuto smiles as Akaashi just stares at him. At that moment, the drinks and cake is brought out. “If you want anything else, let me know!” He chirps, then digs into his cake. Akaashi can’t help but smile, finding himself more relaxed than before.

The date is much better than Akaashi thought it’d be. His biggest worry was not being able to have similar interests, but Bokuto was interested in any topic Akaashi brought up. Even if it seemed out of his knowledge range, he made a point to listen. When Akaashi’s cup ran low, he got up to order another one, asking if he wanted anything else to eat. Akaashi’s never been a big eater, so he declined each time, even though Bokuto decided to try every option on the menu. He also shared, wanting Akaashi to at least have a taste.

When the date was over, Bokuto didn’t even let Akaashi see the check, just handed the waitress his card while they finished up their conversation.

“So, I’ve been meaning to ask, why did you choose to have a date for the 20th?” Akaashi brings up. He’s been curious since the question was brought up last week.

“Oh! It’s my birthday. I usually spend it with friends, but I’m getting tired of fancy parties and going to clubs. I just wanted a nice dinner and someone to spend it with, so I thought I’d look into someone who’d be willing,” he shrugs, finishing up his hot chocolate. Akaashi nods, then decides he should probably get a present. “Oh, but if you do decide to spend the day with me, you don’t have to give me a present. After all, I supply you with goodies and money, right? You supply me with your presence,”

Akaashi finds it interesting he doesn’t say ‘body’ or anything regarding sex, but doesn’t bring it up. Maybe he doesn’t want to bring it up in public. After the waitress hands back his card, Bokuto thanks her and gets up, signifying the end of the date. Akaashi gets up as well, finding himself greedily wanting to spend more time together.

“Did you want me to walk you home? Or drive you?” Bokuto suddenly asks once they’re outside. Akaashi shakes his head, but thanks Bokuto anyways.

“I live pretty close by, so I’ll be fine,”

“Alright. If you need anything, just let me know,” he gives off finger guns, watching Akaashi walk away. It isn’t until he’s turned a corner does Bokuto finally leave, heading in the opposite direction where parked cars are. Akaashi watches him leave, then continues on his way home. Despite the lack of red flags, he can never be too safe.

When he gets back to the apartment, he finds Kenma still there, but in different attire. “Go somewhere?”

“Game shop. It’s next to the coffee shop you went to,” he replies, not missing a beat. Akaashi sighs, not surprised. “So? How’d it go?”

“He’s way too nice. I feel like there’s a catch. He was even considerate of positioning of the table,” he says. “You mentioned on my profile I don’t like crowds, so he chose a table in the back away from crowds,”

“That’s sus,”

“But then told me that it may give off bad vibes, so he also made sure we were within line sight of the counter and two baristas at a time. They would periodically check up on us, too, but that was probably because Bokuto kept ordering desserts. He has a big sweet tooth,”

“So he’s not sus, is what I’m gathering?”

“Not suspicious, for now. I don’t know, like I said,” he sits next to Kenma, kicking up his feet on the table. “Too good to be true.”

A notification alert shatters the comfortable silence, making Akaashi look at his phone. A DM from Bokuto again, as well as a deposit into his bank account. “Deposit?”

“You link your bank account to the profile if you’re a sugar baby looking for money. He and anyone else can add money whenever they like. How much did he deposit?”

There’s silence before Akaashi speaks, his eyes wide as he just looks at Kenma. “100,000¥.”

After that, Kenma and Yukie were heavily invested. Giving tips, hyping him up, telling his what he should say to Bokuto, everything. When Bokuto asked his sizes, Akaashi asked him why, even though Kenma told him it was probably for a present and he should just tell him. Sure enough, Bokuto planned on buying an outfit for the 20th, tailored to Akaashi’s figure. Then came the question for his address. Kenma was still skeptical, as was Akaashi, but he ultimately decided to place his trust in Bokuto.

A couple days later, a box with his name was delivered. In it, was a nice suit that would take Akaashi years to earn enough money to buy. The button-down shirt was white, with a black business coat and black dress pants, complete with dress shoes and even a pair of black socks. A full outfit for the special day, but under all those clothes was something else, a lingerie set made of lace. He tried on every article of clothing, finding it fit him well and snug, much better than his old baggy clothes. Even the lingerie, though it left nothing to the imagination.

The day of the date had arrived. Akaashi had dressed himself up, feeling good about himself while Kenma gave him a thumbs up. Bokuto would pick him up at 5, so when he got a knock at 4:30, he expected Bokuto. Instead, he got Ichiro, who seemed less drugged up than when they last met. “Ichiro? What are you��?”

“I’m sorry, Akaashi!” Is all he says, bowing deeply. “I haven’t been the same without you. Sleeping on strangers couches, doing nothing but smoking and drinking, I feel like I’m lost,”

“You did that here, too,” Akaashi flatly retorts, hands on his hips. “I told you. I’m tired of dealing with you. You never showed me affection in our last year, it just made sense to break up. An apology can’t change that,”

“You’re just gonna let two years go down the drain? I was your friend before we dated, can we at least stay friends?”

“No, he said he’s done with you, now leave,” Kenma says, entering Ichiro’s view. “He’s not interested, anyways,”

“Oh, is that it? You moved on so easily from me?” He then turned his tune and look at Akaashi. “You’ve been whoring yourself out, is that it?”

“No, that’s not—!”

“Don’t lie to me! You have barely even touched me in the past few months!” Getting more riled up, he steps into the apartment as Akaashi backs up, fear freezing him. Kenma tries to bring Akaashi closer to him, but Ichiro’s anger turns to him. “You’ve probably been lying to him and got him to break up with me, huh? You’ve always had a problem with me,”

“He didn’t do anything, Ichiro. He’s just my friend. Leave him out of your pathetic display of manipulation. And get out,” Akaashi sneers, moving Kenma behind him. He may not be confrontational, but he knows Kenma does even worse with these things. Ichiro seems even more angered by Akaashi’s tone, but he doesn’t get to say anything else.

“Akaashi? What’s going on?” Bokuto stands at the open door, a worried look on his face. Understandable, since he doesn’t know the situation. However, Bokuto’s presence is just fuel to a fire.

“So, this is him? The guy you’ve been fucking behind my back? Seems like a fucking joke, Keiji,”

“We’re not together anymore, Ichiro. Please leave,” Akaashi says, again. Keeping Kenma behind him, his eyes flicker to Bokuto’s, getting the message across.

“You know what-!”

“It’s time to go, Ichiro, was it? Before I call the police,” Bokuto says, grabbing his raised wrist. Bokuto is much stronger than him, but the threat of police makes him laugh.

“Police? They don’t do shit here,”

“Perhaps. But I have friends in high places. I’m sure a phone call later, you’ll be caught for domestic abuse and harassment. Your best option is to leave of your own will. Or I will drag you out,” his voice is serious, but his face is void of emotion, making him seem scarier than if he was angry. Unmoving as if he was stone, Ichiro agrees to leave, stomping his way out. Bokuto stays until he’s gone, then turns to Akaashi and Kenma. “Are you two okay?”

“Fine, thanks,” Kenma mutters, still hiding a bit behind Akaashi.

“A bit frazzled, but okay. Thanks to you,”

“Who was that guy?” Akaashi decides to explain about Ichiro, deciding Bokuto deserves to know everything, since, well, he almost saw the worst of it. “What a asshole, waltzing in here like he owns the place after all that. Should’ve dragged him out myself,” he huffs, crossing his arms. Kenma has retreated to the bedroom while Akaashi tells Bokuto the story, so it’s just the two of them. “After that, I’d be totally understandable if you don’t wanna, like, go anywhere,”

“No, no! I’m fine. I’d probably prefer it, anyways, in case he comes back,” Akaashi fiddles with his fingers at the thought. He doesn’t want to be home alone, and Kenma probably wants to go home himself.

“Are you sure? I promise I won’t be upset. The reservations can be rescheduled,”

“No, I promised to spend time with you, Bokuto-san, so that is what I will do. Just, give me time to freshen up?” Bokuto nods, letting Akaashi give himself time to calm his nerves.

Bokuto drives Akaashi to a fantastic restaurant, one of the few that are only available via reservations and everything served is expensive. It’s luxurious and spacious, making Akaashi wonder if he should even be in such a place. But Bokuto encourages him in, holding out his arm to take as the enter the building. Thankfully, nobody stares at them as they’re brought to their table. Akaashi couldn’t live with the stares of judging gazes from strangers.

“So, what’s the special occasion?” The waiter asks. Bokuto answers, of course.

“Birthday celebration. Any recommendations?”

“Strawberry champagne is highly popular for birthday celebrations, or we can serve regular champagne if you don’t like sweet drinks.” Bokuto asks for a bottle of the strawberry champagne, then asks Akaashi if he wants anything.

“No, I’m good. Just a glass of water, please,” and with that, the waiter leaves. Bokuto looks at Akaashi, no show of emotions. “Yes, Bokuto-san?”

“You sure you’re okay? I’m paying for the meal, you could have gotten anything you wanted,”

“I’m just not a fan of alcohol. Burns the throat, you know,” he explains. Bokuto doesn’t pry, but a part of Akaashi tells him Bokuto knows why. He may not have mentioned Ichiro got rowdy when he got drunk, but he did mention his abuse of alcohol.

“Also, no need to be so formal. We may not exactly be in a romantic relationship, but it’s an intimate relationship nonetheless, yes?” Bokuto holds out his hand, making Akaashi nod. “So you can call me Bokuto. Or Kōtarō, but you can save that for later,” he winks, making Akaashi’s cheeks heat up. The waiter also happened to bring the drinks at that time, taking their food orders.

Dinner, although his nerves never got quiet, was rather relaxing for Akaashi. Bokuto kept up a steady conversation as he had at the café and managed to get Akaashi thinking of topics other than his current situation. However, before dessert, Akaashi felt his stomach tighten as a woman passed by their table. Looking between the two of them, she crinkled her nose as she looked at Akaashi, but Bokuto didn’t seem to notice. He did, however, notice Akaashi’s mood drop.

“Hm? You’re fiddling, are you okay?” He asks, leaning his cheek on his hand. Akaashi drops his hands, brushing them on his napkin before wringing them.

“It’s just, uh, isn’t it weird for me to be here? Or us? Together? After all, you are older than me, so they probably think, um,” he trails off, fiddling with his fingers again.

“Worried they’ll think bad of us? Worried they’ll think you’re using me?” Bokuto hits the nail on the head, making Akaashi nod and sigh. “Keiji,” the name has his head rising, eyes wide, but listening. “The only one who’s opinion matters to you in this restaurant should be your own, and maybe mine, but you know my thoughts. I only care about your opinion, after all,”

“Really? You think so highly of my tastes?” Akaashi jokes, his smile not reaching his eyes. Bokuto then snaps his fingers, digging in his pocket for something.

“I want you to go to the bathroom and put this on while waiting for dessert. It’ll also give you time to calm your nerves,” Bokuto could read Akaashi like a book. Akaashi took the small box, nodding as he headed for the restroom.

He didn’t quite know what to expect when he opened the box, but he didn’t expect a silver butt plug with a sapphire gem on the bottom. Not real sapphire, of course, Akaashi thinks as he taps on it. In it is a tiny bottle of lube, just enough to coat the toy and, well, plug himself up. Peeling the lace off is tedious, so he just pulls the flimsy fabric to the side as he slides the cold metal inside of him. It fits snugly inside, pressing against his prostate as he redressed himself. Calming his nerves for one reason, but he’s still nervous for other reasons.

When he comes back to the table, Bokuto has a plate of cake in front of him, as well as a big cookie. “Glad you’re back! I got a special cookie! I thought we could split it together,” he smiled, a beaming smile so bright it could wash away insecurities.

“That sounds good,” he replies, setting himself down. Bokuto watches with a grin as he winces, biting his bottom lip as he seats himself comfortably. “I, ah, calmed my nerves,”

“Looks like it,” Bokuto hums, taking a bite of cake. His smile never leaves, seemingly a smile of pride. A smile that never left his face as he finished his dessert.

A calm evening made it seem like a perfect night. With the dinner over, Akaashi felt himself get nervous at the knowledge of what was to come. Even though Bokuto has shown he was nothing but a gentleman, and Kenma gave his stamp of approval, he couldn’t help the nerves. Despite the car ride not being silent, Akaashi couldn’t help but feel awkward. Bokuto seemed to sense he was nervous, being up old funny stories that had him smiling, occasionally laughing, which he was thankful for. It didn’t help that every shift Akaashi made in his seat also slightly shifted the plug. It felt weird do put it in, but as per Bokuto’s request, he did. Of course Bokuto knew about it, but it still made him feel as though he was different than he actually is.

“Alright, we’re here,” Bokuto practically sang, parking the car and turning it off as Akaashi was in awe at the size. It was no grandeur mansion, but it was large and definitely spacious, probably costing a fortune to him. Bokuto opened his car door, helping him out, even though his movements were slow. “Relax, we just got here,” he does a small laugh, shutting the door and locked it, a small chime as it successfully locked.

Entering the house made Akaashi’s heart catch in his throat, his eyes tracing over every object he saw. Although most of the stuff was something he’d probably only see in magazines, not in someone’s house. For example, a quite large statue of a great horned owl on a pedestal near the entrance. Probably made from something like marble, Akaashi thinks, letting his eyes roam as he walks. Bokuto brings him to the living room, a spacious and wide space that’s probably bigger than Akaashi’s whole apartment. “You can relax here. Do you want something to drink? Wine to make you feel better or just some water?”

The option of wine is tempting, but Akaashi knows Kenma would kill him if he had an ounce of alcohol in him tonight. After all, he skipped out on premium champagne at dinner. “No, no, I’d just like some water. Or tea, if you have it?”

“Sure! I have chamomile,” Bokuto gives Akaashi some finger guns, making him smile as he nods. Once he’s bounding off towards his kitchen, Akaashi shifts in his seat as he tries to ease his anxiety and find a comfortable position. The plug is unforgiving, continuously rubbing against Akaashi as he tries to find comfort. A small move has him letting out a low moan, hand flying to his mouth as he scans the room, listening for Bokuto. With nothing, he sighs, deciding to hold still as he looks towards a nearby hallway.

A black carpet lines the hallway, probably leading to restrooms and perhaps a bedroom. Before Akaashi can check, Bokuto is returning with a cup of tea and a glass of wine for himself. Another worry Akaashi had throughout the night, watching Bokuto drink the fruity alcohol served to him that had his cheeks pink and his smile permanent. “Chamomile, piping hot. Don’t burn yourself.”

“Ah, thank you, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi curses himself as he uses the formal tone once more. Bokuto doesn’t seem to mind, knowing he’s trying. It is only their second date, after all, and Bokuto seems to be content with Akaashi’s presence, so hopefully it won’t be their last. He’s worried, of course, that it’ll eventually end, but he shouldn’t worry about that right now. The tea is scalding, but Akaashi finds relief in the hot liquid as it helps to immediately relieve his nerves, a gentle sigh leaving his lips.

“I’ll take it you like it? I don’t drink tea much, so you’re welcome to have any kind when you’re here,” Bokuto hums, taking a sip of his drink. “Maybe when you feel comfortable you can try the wine. Kuroo loves to buy me wine for some reason, so I have lots. I only really like a certain type, but it’s a bit sweet,” Bokuto rambles off, leaning back in the chair. He’s not close too Akaashi, but he’s close enough. Akaashi is glad for the distance, for once, finding Bokuto’s presence is a lot to handle at once. It can be warm and comforting, but it also can worsen those insecurities he buries deep inside. “Done?”

“Oh, yes. Thank you, again,”

“Don’t worry about it. I have to be a good host, no?” He chuckles, walking back into the kitchen. When he returns, he doesn’t sit in the chair again, but rather beside Akaashi on the loveseat. Crossing his legs, he puts his arm on the back of the loveseat, but still keeping a space between him and Akaashi. Whether it’s on purpose or an accident, Akaashi can’t help but overthink everything Bokuto does. “Keiji, if you’re too anxious, we don’t have to do anything, you know?”

“No, of course I know, but I’m—”

“Your shoulders are tense, your back has been rigid almost all evening. I know you mentioned having back pain when we were at the café, so I’ve been concerned.”

“I— You remembered that?” Akaashi squints, disbelieving that Bokuto would retain that information.

“Yeah, and, uh, this may be a bit embarrassing, but I actually did a bit of research on back massages. You mentioned you liked the smell of peppermint, correct?” A small nod. “I thought maybe one day I could massage the stress from your muscles. I get them all the time due to my work, so it was a bit of good information to learn.”

“Actually, I’d like that,” Akaashi then turns his body closer to Bokuto, letting their legs touch. “But today is your birthday, is it not? The whole day is supposed to be about you.” Bokuto’s hums in agreement, bringing his hand to cup Akaashi’s face. It stays there for a bit, Akaashi’s eyes fluttering as he leans into the warmth.

“Can I kiss you?” Bokuto whispers, his lips inching closer to Akaashi’s. Like it’s their first date again, Akaashi nods, meeting Bokuto’s lips with his own. It’s a kiss for lovers, one that’s deep and has Bokuto practically pushing Akaashi on the loveseat, his hand leaving the furniture to support Akaashi’s head. When Bokuto lets out a low groan from deep in his throat, Akaashi breaks the kiss as Bokuto chases his lips, stealing another kiss.

“Shouldn’t we move to the bedroom?” He whispers, pressing his forehead to Bokuto’s. “After all, you have a present to unwrap,”

That gets Bokuto moving, picking Akaashi up bridal style with ease as he takes long strides to the bedroom. It’s close enough by, a short trip and then Bokuto’s closing a door with his foot, setting Akaashi down on a large bed. The mattress is soft and moves along with his weight, a feel akin to a cloud compared to the futon he usually sleeps on at his apartment. He can’t spend too much time admiring the bed, however, as Bokuto’s eager lips claim his once more. Akaashi can’t even complain when Bokuto starts popping the buttons off of his shirt, too eager to properly discard the material. Everything Akaashi is wearing belongs to Bokuto, technically, even the blooming hickeys on his chest and stomach.

Hands trace over the white lace adorning Akaashi’s body, straps that move from front to back. Even his fingers slide under the material, rubbing against Akaashi’s hardened nipples. His lips graze over the fabric, eyes looking up to see Akaashi looking down at him. Bokuto brings Akaashi’s legs over the edge of the bed, kneeling down in front of his pants as his mouth follows, pressing kisses to the growing bulge under the fabric. “A-Ah, Bokuto! Shouldn’t I—”

“Not yet, you deserve a treat for looking so fine tonight. Not to mention, you are my present, are you not?” Bokuto simply says, a low voice that has Akaashi’s face reddening more than it had been. Bokuto continues to undress Akaashi, unbuttoning the pants and unclamping the belt, sliding them off as the rest of the lingerie is revealed. The bottom half hardly covers anything, not doing such a good job in holding back Akaashi’s erection nor hiding the shiny butt plug underneath the thin fabric. Bokuto let’s put a pleased groan, fingers pressing against the toy as Akaashi moans, legs trying to close as his back arches. Even his cock twitches, desperate for attention.

He doesn’t wait long before giving it exactly that, his tongue swiping along the tip as Akaashi’s hands fly to his hair. Another deep groan as he presses kisses along the shaft, sliding his tongue over Akaashi’s balls as well. His fingers find themselves pressing against the toy until they’re pulling it out, making Akaashi whimper as he slowly removes it. He’s not empty for long, as two fingers replace the hard toy and manage to rub against any sensitive spots inside him. With the constant pressure against his prostate and Bokuto’s mouth and tongue pleasing his cock, Akaashi finds himself quickly hurling towards an orgasm.

“N— No, Kōtarō, I—” he moans, hands releasing Bokuto’s hair as his back arches, cum filling Bokuto’s mouth as he drinks it all up. Looking to Akaashi, who has tears in his eyes, Bokuto can’t help but think about how gorgeous he looks like that. “I’m sorry,”

A smack of the lips, and a show of licking his lips. Then his fingers, making Akaashi even more flustered as he watches. “What for? You’ve been edging all day for me, haven’t you? Only reasonable that I’d please you first. You’ve been such a good boy for me, haven’t you?” The pet name is almost too much, Akaashi’s cock practically springing back to life. The name combined with lidded eyes has his stomach warming.

“Well,” Akaashi licks his lips, deciding to give off a sensual smile, “I should give you the second half of your present,”

They change positions after he says that, with Bokuto on the bed as Akaashi places himself between his thighs. Bokuto, with all his strength, practically rips off his own clothes, leaving only his slacks and boxers to be removed. Akaashi takes up the responsibility of removing them, sliding the pants down first, then going to remove his boxers. However, he is only able to free Bokuto’s cock before he stops, eyes wide as he stares at his cock. It’s much bigger than anything he’s ever seen, with a girth that prevents his fingers from touching as they wrap around it. His original plan was go for a deepthroat, but now he doesn’t know how he’ll be able to fit half.

Forgoing completely removing his boxers, Akaashi focuses on his cock instead. Bokuto doesn’t seem to mind, running a hand through Akaashi’s hair as he watches. It’s pleasing to watch as Akaashi figures out what to do. Starting with basics, he lets some saliva dribble onto the tip, pressing his lips to the side as he uses his spit as lube. While one hand rubs the half he can’t put in his mouth, his other hand finds itself on Bokuto’s thigh, feeling the muscle flexing underneath as he forces his legs to stay open. Using his tongue to lick his way back to the top, Akaashi finally puts the tip in his mouth, moaning as he does. The vibrations help in pleasing Bokuto, as he throws his head back at the sensation, hand on the back of Akaashi’s head. As Akaashi takes more into his mouth, he has to stop halfway and simply bob his head, moaning as drool spills from small openings and dribbles down Bokuto’s cock.

“‘Kaashi, fuck,” Bokuto groans, hand never leaving Akaashi’s head. A small hum is all Akaashi can really say, rubbing his tongue against Bokuto’s cock and over the tip as he bobs his head on it. The spit coats his hand as he spreads it over the bit he can’t take in, but it also spills over Bokuto’s balls, with only more being adding with each moment Akaashi sucks him off. He knows he’s getting close, so Akaashi manages to take a bit more, gagging as he does, but it’s the final push for Bokuto to tip over the edge, a loud moan as he coats Akaashi’s throat in thick seed. It’s bitter and sticky, but that doesn’t stop Akaashi from lapping up any excess that escaped his mouth.

Bokuto’s practically breathless at this point, chest heaving as his hands grab Akaashi, bringing him onto his lap. “That was.. the best orgasm I have ever had,” he just says, smiling when Akaashi flushes. “Let’s see if you can top it,”

“I-I really don’t think—” Akaashi’s cut off when Bokuto pushes two fingers into him, a moan escaping as he lays his head on Bokuto’s shoulder. A small //pop is heard, making Akaashi look down to see a small bottle of lube. It looks like it’s a one time use bottle, but it’s small enough that Bokuto could grab it at any time and he wouldn’t have noticed. Bokuto slathers the cold liquid on his cock, hissing as he makes sure each bit is coated. Then, he moves to make sure Akaashi’s hole is slick enough for the least amount of pain. He hasn’t actually been fucked in so long, he’s not entirely sure how well he’ll take Bokuto, but he’s come too far to stop.

“You ready?” Bokuto asks, voice soft as he whispers into Akaashi’s ear. When Akaashi nods, fingers digging into Bokuto’s shoulders as the tip presses against him, Bokuto kisses his shoulders, easing him down. The stretch is painful and brutal, bringing tears to his eyes, but Bokuto never lets his lips leave his shoulder and neck, kisses as each inch pushes him past new limits. It’s only mere second, but it feels as though it’s an eternity before Akaashi is finally seated against Bokuto, his cock filling him up completely. “How you feelin’?”

“I’m fine. A bit— a bit full, that’s all,” he gives a short, small chuckle, shattering the quiet, romantic atmosphere. He can’t really say he’s quite experienced in this department, seeing as Ichiro only preferred blowjobs and maybe handjobs sometimes. But that’s okay, since Bokuto’s fingers are digging into his ass and lifting him up. A moan is ripped from his throat when he’s forced back down, a squelching noise accompanying him as the lube is squished together.

“Damn, I wish you could see the view,” Bokuto growls out, teeth digging into Akaashi’s neck as he moans from another thrust. Akaashi can only catch a glimpse behind him, but he finally notices the mirror on the back of the door. With wide eyes, he flushed again as he buries his face in Bokuto’s neck, only to then lose that space. Bokuto leans back, flashing a grin as he hands move from Akaashi’s ass to his thighs. Now, he’s straddling. “I’d like to see the view from here, too,”

Akaashi can’t respond, finding his mind muddled and tongue tied as his hands are guided to Bokuto’s chest, blunt fingernails scraping against skin, as Bokuto’s hands slide back to his thighs. A small roll of his hips has Bokuto sighing in approval, using his hands to help Akaashi bounce on his lap. Akaashi at least has good stamina and leg strength, able to move without a majority of Bokuto’s help. Figuring this out, Bokuto moves one of his hands to Akaashi’s cock, as it bounces with each thrust, giving it a squeeze as he pumps it. “Ah, Bokuto-san, n-not—”

“Not there? Is that what you’re going to say?” A harsh thrust up has Akaashi momentarily off balance, but he finds his rhythm again. “You’re so selfless, ‘Kaashi. Trying to give and not willing to take. It’s okay to enjoy yourself, too,” Bokuto says, nothing in his voice giving away he’s exerting energy to thrust into Akaashi and lift him up. “You’ve been like this all night,”

“I-I guess I’m just not u-used to it,” Akaashi manages to get out, albeit in between moans. A frown appears on Bokuto’s face, making Akaashi’s stomach drop as he panics. “I—”

Bokuto’s gone back to sitting up, keeping one hand on Akaashi’s back as he stops thrusting. “It’s your ex, isn’t it?” He simply asks. It’s not much of a question as it is a statement, but Akaashi’s silence and avoidant gaze gives him the answer he knew. A small growl comes from his throat, one that has Akaashi’s mind reeling and panicking, made worse when Bokuto pulls out. Akaashi, however, can’t say a word when Bokuto’s easily turning him around, making him face the mirror, then the feeling of being full comes again.

“You deserve better than that,” Bokuto’s words are similar to Kenma’s, making Akaashi’s eyes blur with tears as his legs are spread wide by Bokuto’s hands. A sudden thrust has his hands flying to the back of Bokuto’s head, digging his fingers into his scalp. “Every compliment your way is deflected because you can’t see what I see, you only see what he made you see,” Bokuto practically sneers as he mentions Ichiro’s presence. The anxiousness and fear in Akaashi’s stomach vanishes instantly when he realizes the anger isn’t towards him. “This way, you can decide with your own eyes what to see,” he finishes, eyes focusing on Akaashi’s in the mirror. With his desires laid out and his goal, he gets rougher with his fucking.

A small change of movement has Akaashi seeing stars, barely able to hold his eyes open, let alone watch himself. A firm demand has his eyes, unfocused and glazed, looking into the mirror as he can only focus on how absolutely wrecked he looks. Bokuto has moved his hands from under Akaashi’s thighs, using the bend of his elbow to bend his legs and brought them towards his shoulders. The new position leaves Akaashi gasping for air, feeling his stomach and lungs under pressure he’s never felt before. But it’s a perfect position for the moment. Bokuto has the strength and energy to thrust up into Akaashi as his arms hold his body in a single position, moving down to meet his thrusts. He doesn’t know where to put his hands, but ultimately decides to wrap them around his cock.

“//Fuck, cum for me, pretty boy,” Bokuto grins, a devilish grin that has Akaashi squeezing down on his cock as he moans, head thrown back as his cum shoots out, staining the hardwood floor and getting on some discarded clothes. A satisfied growl is heard from Bokuto, making Akaashi get weak in the knees as the thrusts get even more brutal. Sure enough, Bokuto’s forcing him all the way down as he moans, filling him up with his own hefty load of cum. A few shallow thrusts have him spending his entire load into Akaashi, the two of them moaning as he pulls out. Once removed, sticky cum oozes from Akaashi. Both are covered in a layer of sweat, exhaustion setting in heavily.

Akaashi is too spent to do much of anything, trying to catch his breath from a forceful orgasm and the rough handling. He enjoyed it, of course, but his body isn’t used to such flexibility. Bokuto is able to move much better, getting them both up and moving to the attached bathroom. Akaashi thinks he’ll prepare a bath, but instead he just sets Akaashi on the counter, getting a towel and washcloth to wet with warm water. He doesn’t seem to mind the mess that Akaashi leaks all over his floors and counter, wiping him as best he can while he uses another cloth to wipe away the sweat.

“How you feeling? Was I too rough?” Bokuto nibbles on his lower lip, looking up at Akaashi, who has mostly caught his breath back.

“A bit too rough, perhaps. I don’t think I’ll be walking tomorrow,” he laughs, but continues when Bokuto frowns. “But I liked it. I wouldn’t mind you using your strength in the future,” he smiles, happy when Bokuto’s frown falls and a smile replaces it.

“I’m so glad,” he says, releasing a heavy sigh. “I was worried I went too far, but I just—”

“I know. It’s alright, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi cuts him off, not wanting to bring up the problem. At least not while Bokuto’s wiping his seed off of Akaashi’s ass and thighs. However, Bokuto frowns again.

“No more ‘Kōtarō’? I got so excited when you called me that, I thought I’d end up spending all night buried inside you,” he practically whines. So shamelessly, in fact, that Akaashi finds himself flustered at his words. “And the way you even said it-!”

“I get it, Bokuto-san!” Akaashi covers his face, getting Bokuto to laugh. Stealing a peek, he finds Bokuto just smiling down at him. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re so easy to fluster that it’s cute.” Akaashi sighs, dropping his hands as Bokuto leaves him, dropping the washcloths off elsewhere. When he comes back, he’s wearing a fresh pair of boxers and some loose hanging pajama pants. In his hands, another pair of boxers and a shirt to match his pants. “I got you a wardrobe ahead of time, just in case I got too excited and ripped your clothes. I also ordered some pajamas for myself, but the shirt was a bit too tight,” he lets out a soft chuckle when he says that. “I can get you some other clothes if you want,”

“No, that’s fine. We’ll match,” Akaashi’s smile makes Bokuto perk up, making his heart hammer as he finds himself enjoying the energetic and happy Bokuto. Once he’s dressed into the boxers, a perfect fit, and wearing the shirt, he’s being carried back to the bed. Clothes are still strewn across the floor, but the mess he made has been cleaned up. Bokuto doesn’t seem like he has much more energy to spend, preferring to crawl into bed with Akaashi.

“I’m so tired, I’m skipping the gym tomorrow morning,” Bokuto groans, settling himself against Akaashi’s back. With his arm under Akaashi’s head, Akaashi rests his hand near his wrist. His other hand rests on Akaashi’s waist, rubbing in soothing circles.

“I’m not surprised. Champagne and wine will tire you out,” Akaashi’s cut off with a yawn, eyelids drooping. “The tea I had also tires people out, so I’m surprised I didn’t pass out,”

“Wine? What do you— Oh! That wasn’t wine! It was actually grape juice,” Bokuto says, making Akaashi turn to look at him. “I don’t like the taste of alcohol, usually only drinking sweet drinks that have little to not burn. The champagne was something I’ve had before, so I knew it was sweet. But it was more so an experiment, I guess? I noticed you seemed to get more tense when I ordered a bottle of champagne, so I wanted to see if you didn’t like the idea of me drinking. I’m guessing bad experiences?”

“I didn’t know you noticed,” Akaashi mumbles, still looking at Bokuto. He just shrugs in response, completely relaxed as he holds Akaashi close.

“I told you, didn’t I? I’m good at reading people,” he then presses his head to Akaashi’s. “I also know you’re hesitant to tell me if you don’t like something, you fiddle with your fingers, just like how you fiddle with them when we have different tastes and interests in things,”

“Cannot believe you remember stuff from our first date,” Akaashi just says, but says nothing else. Bokuto doesn’t seem like talking much either, rubbing Akaashi’s back as they both drift off to sleep.

#Birdie’s Bokuto Week 2021 #Bokuto Week #Mr. Kōtarō #Mr. Keiji #bokuaka smut #BB.Kinky #haikyuu smut #tw.alcohol #tw.abuse #tw.drugs #tw.smoking #tw.eating #tw.food #tw.manhandling

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sunkingwrites · 2 years ago

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Hello hello, I'm Kasper- you can call me Kasper (obvi), sun, king, or literally any cheesy petnames!

If you call me a slur, I will not hesitate to block you!

☀ I'm a trans dude, he/him and they/them pronouns are fine

☀ May 13 (Taurus sun, Taurus moon, Gemini rising)

☀ I'm panromantic and polyamorous (aka I shove poly bakusquad in your face and you enjoy it)

☀ Inhabiting Canada, where the lakes flow with maple syrup and poutine, the beavers sing their silly tunes, and petting the foxes is sadly off limits

☀ I use petnames for a lot of my mutuals so so often, so lemme know if you're uncomfortable with me using petnames for you!

☀ I'm fluent in English (even tho sometimes I don't act like it), and I have intermediate French,, I'm trying to learn Spanish and Japanese but I'm so easily distracted and can't retain information to save my life 😅

☀ Avid enjoyer of spicy foods, sour candy, artificial banana and strawberry flavours, and cheesecake

☀ If you send me an ask, I will almost always do a little happy dance-- but no, you don't get to see it ;P

☀ I'll add more to this when I remember more things about myself :')

self-ships

Kasper's Bakusquad - me x the entire bakusquad (this includes bakugou, kirishima, sero, denki, mina, jirou, and shinsou) they're my poly bunch of loovvess

Kassou - me x Hitoshi Shinsou (apocalypse au)

Yasper - me x Momo Yaoyorozu

Kashima - me x pre transition!Eijiro Kirishima, prob happened in highschool or smthn

Kasawara - me x Koshi Sugawara

Katsukatsu - me x Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu (soul eater au)

kins

My Hero Academia: Denki Kaminari, Neito Monoma

Bungo Stray Dogs: Chuuya Nakahara

Haikyuu!: Kozume Kenma, Tadashi Yamaguchi

Demon Slayer: Zenitsu Agatsuma

The Way of the Househusband: Masaru Akamiya

The Yakuza's Guide to Babysitting: Toichiro Aoi

video games

Baldur's Gate 3, Beat Saber, Minecraft, Stardew Valley, Animal Crossing, Among Trees, Firewatch, My Time at Sandrock, Slime Rancher (1+2), Civilization (mostly III cuz nostalgia), Red Dead Redemption II, Graveyard Keeper, Kynseed, Don't Starve, Terraria, The Sims (mostly 4), Genshin Impact

anime

My Hero Academia, One Piece, Haikyuu!, SK8 the Infinity, Fairy Tail, Bleach, Demon Slayer, Bungo Stray Dogs, Cowboy Bebop, The Yakuza's Guide to Babysitting, Hunter x Hunter, Cells at Work!, Zombie Land Saga, The Devil Is a Part-Timer!

☀ navigation ☀ rules ☀ about me ☀ masterlist ☀

#sunkinghousekeeps #about me #navigation #wooooo

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haikyuuublog · 4 years ago

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Kuroo trying to impress Kenma: I re-initialized the entire command structure, retaining all programmed abilities but deleting the supplementary preference architecture.

Akaashi: He turned it off and back on again.

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mordremiya · 4 years ago

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haikyuu characters and their icks

hi this is my first writing post lol

( side note: an ick, if you didn’t know, is basically a headcanon that targets something kind of gross or unhygienic about a character! )

( tw // mentions of throwing up, emetophobia, bodily fluids & excrement, i talk about skin a lot, teenage boys having deplorable hygiene, me ruining your favorite characters )

i’m so sorry for this <3

suga has a retainer and not only wears it to school instead of at night but also takes it out in front of everyone before he eats his lunch

kageyama dabs in 2021 unironically and everyone hypes him up as a joke but he's just so fucking oblivious

ALL of tanaka's socks have holes in the bottom of them

the top of hinata's head smells RANK

yamaguchi has definitely trusted a fart and ended up shitting his pants

kenma's hair is so mf GREASY boy wash ur hair pls

yachi is the "im so short omg" girl

the bottoms of lev and kuroo's feet are YEL👏LOW👏

tsukishima for the love of fuck clean your glasses please we're worried

ukai talks about the 90s in a gatekeep-y way like "you guys wouldn't know this song" and then it's just smells like teen spirit by nirvana

bokuto has MAD dandruff 🤢

ushijima's forehead is so oily and for what

hinata isn't afraid to take a shit in the school bathroom or like any public bathroom

daichi calls you 'kid' or 'sport' regardless of your age

sakusa's face is so dry from washing it constantly and not bothering to use moisturizer EVER

oikawa does not clean his ears and wears earbuds constantly so them shits are clogged

asahi has (what one could consider) a happy trail that grows really patchy and weird looking but he doesn't want to shave it off

the entirety of date tech and fukurodani do not wash their asses <3

you could probably braid asahi's leg hair

oikawa was that kid in elementary school that threw up in gym class one time for no reason

tsukishima is the driest texter. you'll vent or express your genuine concern for something and he'll just respond "um ok?"

all of lev's pants straight up don't fit him and his long ass legs so when he gets up from a chair he always has to readjust his pant legs that rode up

atsumu rolls up the waistband of his gym shorts in an attempt to emphasize his junk but in reality it does nothing and his shorts just get eaten up by his asscheeks

terushima's tongue piercing has gotten infected before bc he was too lazy to take care of it

tendou running with a backpack. that's it

bokuto squares up with pigeons on the street

sakusa impulsively pops all the blackheads on his nose at 2am

tsukishima's elbows are so. ashy.

ushijima has gotten a computer virus from clicking on one of those 'HOT MILFS IN YOUR AREA' ads

oikawa wears white briefs at all times and they look so awkward on him pls

ALL the second years have skid marks

on his flight to argentina, oikawa tripped and fell in the aisle while boarding the plane

lev and suna use reddit

nishinoya wipes back to front

nekoma high, two words: dick stench

pls take a moment to imagine literally any of the characters falling off of a swivel chair while changing a lightbulb

tendou: if i eated soap i dont eat it because i did. no i didnt <3

iwaizumi doesn’t wash his feet

yamaguchi used to wear the really shitty kind of anime merch in middle school. y’know what i’m talking about. the shirts that would say things like “eat. sleep. otaku. repeat”

kenma pees SO LOUDLY. he probably lives on energy drinks too so his piss is straight acid

akaashi has the driest cuticles on this earth and his fingernails are so uneven and have dirt underneath them 🤢

lev smells like old woman soap (if that makes sense) and doesn’t realize until kenma points it out

send me ur thoughts or any other icks you have for them in my ask box pls and thank u <33

ok bye

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pixelwisp-archive · 4 years ago

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what about college au + yamaguchi

College AU + Yamaguchi

"If you keep staring like that, you're gonna get slapped with a restraining order."

Yamaguchi gasped, shooting a panicked glare over to Kenma as his finger came up to his lips in a silent plea to 'please god shut the fuck up.'

"Will you shush? They're gonna hear you," Yamaguchi whispered as he buried his reddened face into his hands.

"Tadashi, you've been ogling the TA for nearly three months now. Do you plan on making a move? Or are you just gonna pine hopelessly until the semester ends?" Kenma barely spared a glance toward Yamaguchi, finding the contents of his phone far more interesting than his olive haired friend floundering at the mere mention of their utterly adorable teaching assistant.

"I will! Soon. Probably. Maybe." Yamaguchi's eyes landed on you once more, watching as you leaned over to help another student with their current assignment. He looked like a lovelorn puppy as he fawned over you from across the room, hand coming up to rest on his cheek as he sighed. Kenma snorted.

"Preferably before we die." Yams turned to throw an equally snippy comment back his way, but squeaked when he saw you coming over to them with a smile.

"Kenmathey'recomingoverhereohgodwhatdoIdo-"

"Hey guys! How're you doin'? Were you guys able to grasp the material okay?" Yamaguchi was 90 percent sure his soul ascended from his body, but he managed to utter out a weak nod nonetheless. When you walked over to his side and leaned down to take a look at his laptop, that 10 percent of uncertainty jumped ship, leaving only the husk of Tadashi Yamaguchi in its wake.

"Wow Yamaguchi, I'm impressed! This stuff isn't easy, but you picked it up pretty quickly!" He bloomed at the praise; a deep blush spread across his cheeks as he mustered a sheepish grin.

"T-thank you, L/n!"

His heart (and his mind) stuttered at the way you grinned at him, the pride beaming off of you like sunshine. He subconsciously shrunk in his seat as any words he tried to muster died before they reached his tongue - all he could do was stare as you worked your magic on his laptop, tidying up and making sure the code was dry as possible. He was stunned, nervous, utterly enamored - nauseous? No, lovesick - and it wasn't until he realized he was no longer watching you that he noticed you had made your way over to Kenma's laptop.

"Woah, hey, nice use of Context. You're ahead of the game, Ken."

"Thanks, Y/n." Kenma shot Yamaguchi a look - one that anybody who didn't know Kenma would assume was apathetic at best - but Yams took note of the smugness that oozed off him and, quite frankly, he didn't appreciate it at all.

As soon as you were out of ear shot, Yamaguchi spun toward Kenma with narrowed eyes. "Two can play at that game, you know. What's the name of your chemistry TA again? Kuroo?" Kenma's face fell into a scowl and he straightened in his seat, turning his attention back to his laptop with pink ears. Yamaguchi snickered before turning his attention back to his own laptop, giving his code a once over before deeming it acceptable to submit. Once he reached the bottom of the component, he froze, eyes wide as he met your gaze. You threw him a small wave and a shy smile, and Yamaguchi felt a whirlwind of confidence as he nudged Kenma with a grin and pointed to his screen.

'//If only I had overheard you three months ago :) call me @ xxx-xxx-xxxx’

Okay, maybe making a move would be easier than he thought.

a/n - yams deserves more love!! love this bundle of chaotic nerves, he's such a little gremlin I love him so much<3 Also you just know kenma and yamaguchi would bond if they ended up taking the same major together. I tried my best to use what very limited coding knowledge I've retained from the course I had taken last year but tbh I have no idea if it's coherent lmaooo, oh well - not the end of the world. Hope you guys enjoy!!

Requests are Open!

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GHOSTS WE SEE // CHAPTER 32

Rating: M (AO3 rating guidelines)

Pairings: F!Reader X Kuroo/Bokuto/Suna/Atsumu/Osamu/Kita/Oikawa/Ushijima

Genre: Reverse Harem, Slow Burn, Isekai, College/University AU, Fantasy AU, Worldbuilding, Angst, So Much Slowburn The Whole Forest Is On Fire

Summary:

When a volleyball was spiked into your head, you did not expect it to be powerful enough to send you into another dimension completely.

As you look for a way to return home, the powers and politics of this new world are each intent on keeping you for themselves for their own gains, purposes, and motivations.

Everyone wants something, and you are at the core of it.

The line between the world you know and the world you are discovering blurs.

Holding on tight to the ends of the strings that keep everything together, your mind, body, and heart unravel at the seams as the two worlds begin falling apart.

This must be how Spider-Man felt in Homecoming as he tried to keep two halves of a breaking ship together.

All chapters can be found on AO3 (link on pinned post) I recommend reading on AO3 as Tumblr messes with the text formats.

Chapter 32 // The Fellowship of the Ring

“No, Lord Kita. Nothing else happened other than the twins being the twins. Again,” Suna resists the urge to roll his eyes.

“Their food theft has been settled with both the store owner and Crown Prince Oikawa, who has been most gracious in his understanding,” he continues dryly. “I, for one, would not have let them off so easily.”

Kita heaves a tired sigh. “Tell Atsumu and Osamu that I wish to speak to them later tonight, when they are done with cleaning the Everhorn stables.”

“Of course. I will also let the maid know to bring you your dinner-”

“No,” Kita interjects and Suna pauses.

Kita turns to his retainer and smiles softly, tugging with slight nervousness at his sleeves. “I will join everyone for dinner tonight. It will be impolite of me to withhold my attendance a second night.”

Suna doesn't say anything for a few moments as surprise takes hold of his words. Then he nods in understanding.

“Then I will see you this evening to escort you.”

Suna bows and retreats from Kita’s temporary chambers, closing the doors behind him to allow his Alpha-Leader some rest after a full day out exploring Seijoh with you and Kenma.

He makes his way back down the many long halls and flights of stone, returning to the guest study where he last left you to see Kita off. Why the royal family of Aoba requires such a needlessly large castle is beyond Suna’s understanding but he supposes if Inarizaki House had a castle like this, he would be able to evade the twins more easily.

When he enters, he finds you lounging languidly on the couch, body half splayed across it in rest. You make an effort to sit up when you finally notice his silent entrance, embarrassedly fixing the scattered cushions as you do so.

“Don’t bother. I have seen your ways when you were a guest at my home,” Suna says, taking a seat across from you.

“Wha-?! I wasn’t a master cleaner but I was no slob!”

Suna hums but does not respond. You are about to make a case and defend yourself against his insult when you see the twinkle in his eye.

Shitty Suna-

“I can never tell when you’re joking,” you pout, squinting at the fox-folk.

“Whoever said I was?”

You immediately throw a cushion at him.

Suna easily catches it without looking before placing it down neatly next to him. It’s honestly unfair how good his reflexes are.

Rolling your eyes, you huff and flop back onto the couch. “Did you come here just to make fun of me?”

“I do not have so much free time like the twins,” he blandly replies.

You stifle a laugh, sitting to face him properly. “How are you? It’s been a while since I...well, you know.”

“All things considered, quite well,” he starts, eyes flicking up at you.

“Did something happen in Seijoh today?” he asks, skipping the small talk and confusing you with the assumption that an incident of some sort had occurred.

As far as you know, only the Miya twins happened. Word travels quickly between those who were present for the Summit, passing from foot soldiers to realm leaders to other realm leaders in no time, after all. It isn’t very different from gossip filtering down school hallways.

Your head tilts in question. “No, not really. Why?”

“I see, it’s nothing.”

“Suna, I know you well enough that you do not do anything without reason.” Both the athlete and fox-folk.

Brows pinching, Suna gives in and answers, finding he has no energy nor will to invest in either a proper explanation or half-assed reason. What little energy he does possess has already been spent negotiating the twins' way out of jail.

“Lord Kita seems a little different is all.”

“Different? How so?”

Suna briefly ponders your question, recalling the moment Kita said he will be present for dinner tonight with their human hosts. It isn’t like there was a big tell or sign that screamed to the world that there is a change. But Suna knows Kita- his Alpha-Leader, whom he has followed and served for most of his life. He understands his little ticks, habits, tells, that gives Suna glimpses of his state of mind.

Sometimes, Suna thinks he knows Kita better than he does himself but Suna also knows that Kita is very self-aware of his own shortcomings, if not his strengths.

The Kita that Suna knew, the one before he met you, would never have stepped up to join humans in anything, especially not in their stronghold where hiding and escape was not a possibility.

A lot of things have been, are, changing with your arrival. Kita has been changing, slowly but surely, ever since the twins literally showed up with you on their doorstep.

His lips lightly lift; not a smile, but an acknowledgement, when he looks at you.

“Just a hunch.”

Your legs won’t stop bouncing.

They would stop when you take notice but after a few minutes, start right back up.

Shake, shake, shake. Bounce, bounce, bounce.

You can’t stop it.

The vice president of the volleyball circle is going on and on about funds, schedules- whatever. To be fair, you’re pretty sure that what they are talking about is pretty important to the circle, and to the de facto leader, Kita, who is listening attentively.

If your mum saw you now, she would slap your thighs and scold you for jiggling all the family fortune away.

You’ve been feeling like this for a while; jittery, not anxious but just...restless. It is similar to having too much adrenaline, or maybe caffeine. And not in an entirely good way.

It’s noticeable to even yourself that you are always gunning-perhaps way too much, even- to leave school, club activities, or any kind of social outings as of late.

All to get home.

To get to Hyquile as soon as possible.

You don’t know, you can’t pinpoint the source of this well of congested energy that only finds an outlet when you are in Hyquile. No, that’s not it...you kind of do know what is causing this restlessness.

You just didn’t want to admit it.

It began four days after your day out with Kita and Kenma in Seijoh, so two days ago in your world. You traversed to Hyquile that night and found that the meeting with Daichi was already over.

Like, for real?? Four leaders of their respective realms had gone to see Daichi at the arranged time and place, minus Bokuto.

Apparently, Bokuto found the first Summit meeting irritating to no end, having gone on and on in endless circles. So he delegated it to Kuroo to represent Owl Vale in tandem with the Nekoma Dominion.

In light of that, why he even made such a grand effort to crash the Summit in the first place escapes you. Best not to think too hard about what goes through Bokuto’s head.

They met Daichi at the restaurant where he had been dining alfresco when the thief ran by. The entire place was empty that day, save for Daichi and their group. Iwaizumi had taken the pains to have the owner clear out the entire place for His Royal Highness prior. Monetary compensation also made sure he kept it hush-hush.

It isn’t like they meant to go without you. Rather, it was you who did not make it in time as you were caught up with your own life, heading to bed later than you usually would when traveling to Hyquile.

You had wanted to be there when they met Daichi, since you were the one who made the meeting happen. You wanted to introduce the first friend you made in Hyquile who wasn’t someone you met because of your situation with her.

It’s silly that you feel this way. Completely illogical and you know it.

You shouldn’t feel miffed that they did not wait for you, there was no time to waste after all. Yet...

You feel left out.

(Like you were a young kid all over again, left behind by Atsumu and Osamu as they chased after volleyball)

(Like your parents uprooting you to Tokyo for your brother)

Your fingers curl in on themselves, crinkling your empty notebook page.

(You feel like an outsider)

It’s stupid and childish yet you cannot stop the feeling.

Everyone suddenly gets up from their seats and you sit up, belatedly realizing that the circle meeting is over. Gathering your things in a haphazard rush, you try to make for the door- eager to get home and the other world- but the calling of your name stops you.

You rub the back of your neck in embarrassment and turn to face Kita.

Is he going to say something about your leg jostling? It must have felt like an earthquake.

Kita approaches you, his own bag slung over his shoulder. “How are you? I noticed that you have been out of focus lately.”

As expected of Kita Shinsuke to notice, you suppose. It'd be strange for him not to.

When you stop to think about it, his Hyquile alternate Clumsy Kita is very perceptive too, au contraire to your nickname for him.

“Ah- yeah, I’m just...overwhelmed with...stuffs.”

A vague understatement.

“I hear that you’ve been struggling with your notes and homework?”

“...Did Suna rat me out to you?”

“I overheard him telling the twins.”

Shitty Suna-

Pushing the door to the clubroom open, Kita politely waits for you to leave before locking it.

Kita eyes you- not in the same manner that has cold chills running up the backs of people on the wrong side of his scrutiny- but it is similarly point blank and analytical.

It makes you want to wince, to hide, worried that if you keep eye contact with him too long he could somehow read your mind.

Of course, he’ll never be able to imagine something like traversing worlds or dimensions and alternates. Even if you logically know that, his gaze is so sharp, penetrative, it certainly feels like he knows what you’re thinking about. Explains why the twins often complain about Kita’s mind-reading superpower.

Other than that, the guilt you’ve carried since you woke from your coma still weighs heavy. You do not enjoy hiding things from the people around you, more so if they are only worried for your wellbeing.

A white lie is still a lie.

Yet, you can never speak about this to anyone. How can you?

No one would believe you. Even if they did...they cannot help you.

You do not want to worry your friends, and especially your family, any more than you need to. You doubt your parents, in particular your mother, have fully recovered from the scare you gave her with your coma even though several weeks have passed since you first woke up. It’s not something people can get over easily, especially when it involves your children…

Heck, it would probably affect you more too, if it had been a simple coma and did not involve your soul being pulled into an alternate world.

You only began to realize it lately, a change in your parents' social habits with you. It isn't a major difference, but compared to before being spiked in the head by a future Japan’s Cannon, your mother texted you a lot (well, a lot for her). Just the usual parental things- have you eaten, where you are, and what are you doing etcetera.

Your father hasn’t changed his habits much though he does call you alot more often, as if checking that you aren’t passed out on a random weekday evening. You understood this is their way of caring and worrying.

As for your brother...well, he’s the only one who hasn’t changed in his social habits towards you. Other than talking with you about it a few times after you woke up, he never directly brought it up again.

Maybe he didn’t know how to, maybe he sensed your awkwardness when people talked about it.

Either way, you find his lack of change...

So many things have changed for you and towards you since that day you woke up in Hyquile.

The one thing that has remained the same is the relationship between you and your brother.

(It’s comforting, familiar in a world and phase of changes.)

A hand touches your shoulder.

“Are you alright?” Kita’s brow furrows with worry.

“Yes, sorry. I spaced out for a bit,” you avert your gaze.

“That’s exactly what I meant by you being unfocused lately,” Kita says, eyes gentle with worry. “You’ve been a great help with the volleyball circle, so if there’s anything troubling you, you can tell me.”

Kita stops walking as he turns to face you, displaying the honesty and intent in his words. You never would have doubted Kita’s sincerity to begin with, and you appreciate his offer but…

Your fingers brush your wrist, tracing the tree charm.

Since the thief incident, you made it a point and a habit to always be aware of where your bracelet is, Hyquile or otherwise.

Shaking your head, you waved one hand casually in the air. “I’m alright, really! I’m just struggling with the current coursework.”

Kita’s head tilts to the side in question. “Do you need help studying?”

You blink, momentarily surprised before your lifted hand moved to rub the back of your neck sheepishly. “I don’t want to impose.”

“You wouldn't be. I planned on making sure the twins and Suna studied properly as well,” Kita informs you, the corner of his mouth twitching into a wry smile.

You don’t think you’re terrible at studying on your own, and you’ve managed to maintain a passing grade so far…

But that was when you didn’t have to juggle your studies, club activities, and social life with interdimensional travel to remedy a magical pandemic.

Kita waits for your answer patiently, and your eyes flick over him, momentarily seeing a much meeker Kita in his place.

The irony of the situation isn’t lost on you, how in Hyquile it is Clumsy Kita that would require help from others and even you. Whilst in your world, Kita is unbelievably perfect in everything he applies himself to.

If it had been foolish of Clumsy Kita to turn down the invitation to the Summit, then you will be equally foolish to turn down studying help from Kita Shinsuke.

You can’t ask for help in regards to Hyquile but you suppose you can accept it for your studies, at least.

You sigh begrudgingly.

“In that case, yeah, I will really appreciate it.”

From the Summit to the upcoming journey to and across the Uninviting Hinterlands, there has been no time for a break for the hardworking staff of the Blue Castle.

Servants run around preparing travel packs for a trek into a place they do not know how to pack for.

The castle cooks bustle daily trying to keep their pantry and serving dishes filled, baffled as to why freshly prepared meals went missing almost as soon as they are ready (Osamu has been sneaking into the kitchens with his illusion magic and hijacking the food).

There are daily notices of fire at the barracks due to Atsumu’s magic which did not complement well with the nature attributes of many things in Seijoh (seeing as Inarizaki is surrounded by a forest, you suspect Atsumu isn’t putting any effort at keeping things chill at all ).

Unwitting maids complained of chills in one of the hallways from mysterious mists filling the air despite sunshine (Kita, who found comfort in the mists, unconsciously creates them when he’s alone in his room).

Couches had to be dusted off twice daily of suspicious shaggy golden fur, raising questions amongst the staff that were appeased by Iwaizumi who lied about training a new hound (Terushima).

Rumors of a haunting circulated amongst the night guards of strange scratching sounds coming from the gardens on late moonlit nights (turns out it was Suna working on his talismans).

The troubled crease between Oikawa’s brows is near permanent nowadays.

Daichi has agreed to be the navigator for the group traveling to Crow’s Nest, whoever they may be.

Whether he can be trusted -both as a person and as a reliable navigator- remains to be seen but Ushijima is giving him the benefit of the doubt on account of you.

Kuroo has his reservations but is of the opinion that they can use him whilst remaining cautious.

Oikawa has his doubts too but when you asked, he says that he took a chance on trusting you too when you first arrived.

“We’re doing pretty well since then, no?” he had said with a boyish smile.

Iwaizumi gave him a lot of grief for trusting yet another stranger.

Bokuto does not trust him outright but then again, when does he ever trust anyone easily?

Many members of the Summit have their doubts about letting Daichi lead but most accept that it is better than no guide at all.

To be honest, you are now beginning to question if bringing in Daichi was a good idea, mainly because he has nothing to do with the astronomical task that the Summit members are undertaking to begin with but...he’ll be involved now.

If you hadn’t approached him...

There is still much you do not know about Hyquile, least of all the Uninviting Hinterlands, but based on what everyone has said so far including Daichi himself, it is going to be dangerous there.

Not to mention Tendou’s warning to you that night...your mind might be made but it doesn’t make you any less apprehensive.

Of course, Daichi isn’t providing his services without compensation and from what you heard, it is no small sum. Nothing that the Empire or even the Dominion cannot cover (...maybe not Inarizaki House though) but Goshiki had some choice words about the man when he heard what the asking price was.

“We’re endeavoring to find a cure to the Rot and uncovering the cause of it and t-this..-this avaricious, Everhorn-humping greedy, rotted, spirits-forsaken SOD is asking for a sum equivalent to the Eagle Crown’s jewels?!! Well, he can have MY JEWE- ”

You never knew the stoic Royal Guard had such a dirty tongue.

As to who will be going to the Uninviting Hinterlands, like with everything else brought up at the Summit, there isn’t a unanimous decision.

Right away there were already splits in opinions on whether you should even be going.

You, as the one with the ability to cure the Rot and whose perceived future has some meagre, unexplained connection to crows, it made sense for you to go.

On the other hand, bringing you, a non-fighter on what is expected to be a harsh trek, did not make sense.

Those in favor of you going:

You (duh).

Ushijima (hesitant but respectful of your decision).

Tendou (obviously; this entire thing is his making).

Kuroo (despite taking consideration of your origins from a safer world without magic, it is a logical choice).

Suna (similarly, it makes the most sense).

Akaashi (after how you handed yourself over to Aoba under his watch, he had a feeling you wouldn’t stay silent at being left behind anyways).

Terushima.

Those not in favor:

Oikawa (extremely worried).

Bokuto (extremely against you going).

Vicious Atsumu (also extremely against you going).

Frosty Osamu (not as extreme but thinks you’ll be an additional liability).

Kenma (this one surprised you but turns out he is really worried too).

Terushima (...).

Neutral:

Kita (thinks it is risky but he felt that you should get to decide).

Daichi (wasn’t given an opinion).

In the end, it made less sense for you to not go, so your side won that dispute by one vote.

Confirmed Party Members:

You.

Daichi: The Navigator.

It was quickly agreed between everyone though that a large group would complicate the journey. To keep things fair and balanced between all parties, each leader is only allowed to pick one member to represent their realm.

Who they will be, you do not yet know but you do not doubt that everyone will have made their decisions come the day of departure.

Kuroo had been aimlessly -or at least as aimless as someone of his nature can be- strolling through the many gardens of the Blue Castle, mulling over The Rot, the Summit, the upcoming trek through the Uninviting Hinterlands, when he came across you.

He stops in his tracks, watching you sit in the grass with that owl, Mori, hopping around you as you flipped a feather and stray zelkova leaves around in the air with magic.

Ah yes, he has heard about your practice rituals from Kenma.

The feather and leaves flop lifelessly to the ground when you look up and spot him.

“Kuroo!” You wave at him, face lighting at the sight of him.

Tilting his head in a silent greeting, he makes his way over to you, footfalls as silent as the impassive cat-folk himself.

Mori flutters up into the air at his approach, hooting at the Dominion leader familiarly.

“Do you know each other?” You ask, surprised at the way Mori flits around Kuroo.

“We’ve seen each other a handful of times over the years, on the rare occasions Akaashi brings him to Mt. Nekomata,” he responds, expression stoic even as Mori flies around him insistently, close enough to his face that if it was anyone else, they would surely flinch away. One might even call it annoying, though the elf owl is cute enough to get away with murder.

Lifting an arm, Kuroo allows the elf owl to perch on him, before gracefully lowering himself to the ground in front of you. The ends of his trailing red coat splay onto the grass, resulting in a splendid splash of color across verdant green.

When Kuroo settled with one knee raised and the other crossed under it, Mori hopped off his arm and back into yours.

Since Mori’s memorable prelude to his lord’s infinitely unforgettable gatecrashing, the elf owl has more or less been given passage to roam around the Blue Castle as your...pet, for lack of a better word.

You aren’t allowed to tell anyone who doesn’t already know that he is officially part of Owl Vale. And if anyone asks, usually the maids who coo at his ‘handsome, adorable, fluffy, charming, cute’ visage, you have a made up story of how you saved him as an owlet from a fox that would have turned him into dinner (inspired by Osamu’s constant ogling of the owl).

You stare at Kuroo, a mixture of comfort from his presence and uncertainty, what you do know and don’t know about his accusations towards Ushijima and the Empire eating at you.

For all his impassiveness, Kuroo took you in and gave you shelter when you first arrived. He did not look upon you with hatred or suspicion, only understanding, at the plight of a lost girl from another world. He opened his land and home to you, comforted you when you needed it, allowed you to cling to him like a child when you feared your own reflections.

He had been a steady pillar of solace, still is. You know you can depend on him for anything.

Which is why his unexpected outburst towards Ushijima, who is also a pillar of support you rely on, troubled you.

Kuroo nods at the feather and leaves scattered around you. “Show me what you can do. I heard from Kenma about your progress.”

Gathering your thoughts, you let your hands hover over the feather. Barely a beat passes before they begin floating, swirling easily in the air between your bodies.

“I’m impressed. You’ve changed a lot since I last saw you in the Dominion. You knew nothing about souls or magic then,” he comments. His head lightly tilts in approval, amber eyes glinting with respect and recognition.

For some reason, receiving acknowledgement from Kuroo made you supremely happy. If it had been the volleyball player instead, you would have merely rolled your eyes and threw jokes at him.

The Dominion leader isn’t the most expressive cat-folk and only says what is necessary. So to have his attention and acknowledgement, no matter how small, is a great compliment.

You imagine this is how Kuroo’s subjects feel, motivated to do their best for their magnificent leader, for even a moment of his time, which he barely has enough of for himself.

And he’s given more to you than he should have, ever since that day in his pagoda.

“But you’ve gone as far as you can with mere feathers and leaves,” Kuroo muses to himself, studying your current magic application. He shifts to a cross-leg position, shrugging his signature coat off his shoulders.

“Try adding this.”

Turning a palm upward, a small stone shakes and dislodges itself from under tightly packed soil, flying up to join the feather and leaves.

You try to take in the stone, to add it to the others you already have under control without pausing. But as soon as you channel your focus towards it, the feather drops and the leaves blow away.

“Wha-”

Kuroo nods, having expected this. “A stone is much heavier than a feather and will require more than what you’re currently channeling. But adding too much to accommodate the additional weight will result in the feather and leaves going out of your control. It’s a balancing act.”

Right, you remember Oikawa saying something similar to you before. To think you had been so pleased with yourself for managing feathers and leaves...you had been taking it too easy.

“As rough and disruptive magic can be at its worst, it is also delicate. You will need to balance how much you channel towards both sides simultaneously. Try again, with just the feather and stone.”

Pursing your lips in determination, you do as instructed.

Kuroo helps you adjust your focus and magic balance to levitate both the feather and stone, using his own magic to support you.

After a while, your hands hover in the air, stone and feather hanging side by side between them. White light pulse gently from you.

Kuroo’s large hands, glowing with a lustrous gold, envelop yours, barely a breadth of space between your skins.

Gold dances and merges with white.

You, and Kuroo, are brought back to the time in his pagoda with the chrysanthemum.

A little smile lifts your lips at the memory. His tugs up a fraction in one corner.

Peaceful silence circles your figures.

It is a nice moment. Warm, one you will think on again fondly...and you have to ruin it.

“Kuroo, did the Empire really kill your father?”

Gold fades and his hands drop. The stone follows.

The feather sways left to right, left to right, then settles on the fallen stone.

Kuroo pulls away from you, shoulders weighing with the burden your question threatens to dredge up, pushing at the tightly sealed doors of his heart and mind.

He has been expecting this question from you, if not someone else who witnessed his slip of control at the Summit.

“Back then...you were talking about your father, weren’t you?” you continue in a whisper, belatedly afraid that you might have possibly crossed a line.

Is it okay for you to ask this question of Kuroo? It’s not something that is easily breached for anyone, needless to say for him. But you want to know. Need to know.

Kuroo blames Ushijima, blames the Empire for the death of his father. To him, Ushijima and the Empire are one and the same; you cannot fault him for that, knowing their history. And surely there is more you do not know that you can only hope to uncover and learn during your time here.

Yet, you refuse to believe that the same Ushijima, who patiently taught children how to read and draw maps….is anything like the Empire in the eyes of the world.

Did Kuroo blame Ushijima merely because he is the Crown Prince of the White Eagle Empire?

You do not think Kuroo is one to judge others for their lineage. The middle blocker isn’t that kind of person either.

You just...want to understand, you think.

Emotions and thoughts are difficult things to dissect, to understand, even if they belonged to oneself.

Maybe a sentimental part of you is still unable to compartmentalize, unable to see past the fact that they are completely different from the ones you know who, despite their differences, are able to work together amicably as a team.

Perhaps it is naive of you to hope that their Hyquile counterparts could possibly be the same.

You stare at him, eyes wide and insistent, and Kuroo gives a breathless sigh.

After his unseemly display at the Summit, you deserve an explanation, he supposes. Considering your position it is only fair for you to know a little more about those who you are lending your help to. You, a visitor from another world willingly offering your help, of all people deserve to have your many questions answered.

“My father was to be the next ruler of the Dominion, after my grandfather Nekomata. But he was killed, body burned and unreturned, by the Empire on a peaceful mission to Aquila. My father sought peace above all else, even with the Empire. The cat-folk of today are partly descended from a human male from the then State of Date, as you know.”

“Empire missives claim they were feral from The Rot, leading to their extermination but without a body…” Kuroo’s eyes lower, brows muddling in doubt and hesitance. “Emperor Washijo was never known to be kind to non-humans, even when compared to his forefathers.”

“...I was unable to simply accept what the Empire deemed as truth.”

Memories of his father, kind and humble, always ready to play with him and Kenma, surfaced.

Kuroo loved.... loves, his father greatly. All the cat-folks did. Grandfather Nekomata used to joke to whoever would listen that Kuroo’s father would be a more popular leader than Nekomata ever was when he took up command. His father had a way of connecting with the people that Grandfather Nekomata or previous leaders did not have.

The duty of the ruling leader has always been the well-being of the Nekoma Dominion, diligently protecting their borders and ever looking for ways to further expand and secure their lands. But his father took that above and beyond.

His father saw the Dominion not just as mountain ridges and earthly borders, but as its very people. No matter how busy or tired, he always made time daily to amble down the narrow streets of Moggie Boroughs or to visit the old grannies running the bathhouses of Cat Alley.

Border guards and scouts are never forgotten, far away from home as they are; his father put in place the tradition, now adopted by the Dominion’s military, to dispatch regular care packages that bring a little bit of home to them during their extended deployment.

In the months that followed his death, Kuroo gradually stopped being a young lad still growing up.

He had watched his mother succumb to her grief at the passing of her forever love, her soulmate, withering away in tears that ran dry yet never ceased.

Kuroo did not have the power nor strength to stop those tears for her, having been lost to his own pain. In his weakness, he did not see the depths of her anguish, did not think that he should be with her. Did not think that his absence amplified her loss and loneliness.

No, instead he ran.

Hiding in the hollow caverns and echoing forests of Mt. Nekomata if only to escape the ringing of prayer bells sending the spirit of his father, burial rite chants encompassing the slums and mountains as the Dominion mourned a beloved leader for days and nights.

It was then that Kuroo developed a habit of covering his head and ears with pillows when he was in bed to drown out the haunting night vigils of monks and citizens, his mother’s anguished cries, and his own screams.

Once, in a moment of self-deprecation, his younger self wondered if maybe his hair turned out this way because of this.

Had he been there for her, would she have lived?

The Empire might have killed his father, but his own neglect killed his mother.

The double blow had been devastating to the cat-folks.

Oh, how Grandfather Nekomata, Kenma, and others close to him worried constantly, fretting endlessly. At the same time, Kuroo himself was worried -scared- for his grandfather, who lost a son and a daughter-in-law.

At his age, he should not have to bury his children.

Somewhere along the way, Kuroo switched himself off on the outside to protect himself and others. He did not want others to worry about him, yet he couldn’t force himself to smile. Over time, this temporary shield became his default and the norm for him.

It took all of Kuroo’s focus to keep his composure. Being physically here in the Empire, so close yet impossibly far away from where his father’s body was burned, never to be seen by family again, disturbed the sleeping mountains inside of him alongside oceans of guilt he holds towards his mother.

He is acutely aware of the tightening of his skin, the tension underneath his cheeks and jaw palpable even if he is able to effortlessly remain straight-faced.

He’s kept his emotions repressed for so long that Kuroo is not sure how to allow himself to be...himself again, whoever that may be.

How does one feel again without effort? What does flowing joy feel like, overt and unhindered? And what of sadness? Excitement or even embarrassment?

Kuroo cannot remember how to allow these feelings to naturally surface.

You listened to Kuroo quietly the entire time, allowing him to entrust his personal tale to you without interruption. You don’t know what to say either way, because what can you say? What are the right words, if any?

What you did not have in words you only had in actions, having reached out to take his hand when he began speaking of his mother’s passing, squeezing as if to reassure him you are there. You don’t know if Kuroo even realized you had taken his hand in yours, lost to his memories that have been kept at bay for years, amber eyes gazing into the distance at something unseen to you.

The way Kuroo cared for his people, taking everything onto himself…

He was emulating his father, his hero and aspiration. But his boyish respect and reverence mutated in the wake of his father’s death, followed by his mother’s, into this need to shoulder everything himself to protect all others.

“...Do you want revenge? Against the Empire?”

Kuroo tears his eyes away from ghosts newly arisen, finally noticing the soothing hold upon his hand.

When did he reach out to you? Or was it you, to him?

He sees your eyes shine with unshed tears, and he wonders why you feel sad at his story, how you can allow yourself to feel without walls.

His younger self succumbed to it. He is now unable to.

He doesn’t think he can anymore.

What happened at the Summit...was rare.

Kuroo surprised himself too, and its occurrence only reinforced, reminded him once more why he put in place such control. He could have dissolved the fragile and temporary peace the Summit brought about had Ushijima reacted unfavorably towards his uncharacteristic outburst.

Emotions cloud judgment, affects one’s performance, especially someone with his power and position.

Kuroo pulls his hand away from you, perhaps a little too fast.

Hurt flash across your features, but you bite your lips and he faces away.

Gathering his coat, he pulls it back across his shoulders as he stands, majestic red flaring in an arc before you; red walls that block him from you.

Revenge? He doesn’t know if that is what he wants. But he also can’t say with confidence that he won’t take the chance if given. There are too many factors to consider...

His head says no, but his heart says...

In yet another rare occurrence, Kuroo is at a loss.

He stills, the lack of an immediate answer troubling him. This doesn’t usually happen to him.

Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath, allowing the cool air and scent of leaves to cleanse his thoughts.

When he reopens them, his face is blank once more.

“It doesn’t matter what I want. The dead should remain dead, as should the past.”

“Sigh anymore and I’m going to feel sad,” Daichi chuckles nervously next to you, leaning back on the bench. “Cheer up.”

You sigh again before mumbling an apology to Daichi, watching people bustle by on the central bridge where you and he often met.

Kuroo’s story and words keep replaying in a loop in your head, stealing your entire focus and energy. Whenever you see him and Ushijima in the same room, you cannot help but think about it with renewed force. It has you walking on eggshells when the two are together.

Perhaps you are thinking too much about it, and you most definitely are but...

You can understand Kuroo’s feelings towards the Empire, he has his rights...as do many of the other animal-folks in your vicinity. But Ushijima is a dear friend, considerate and thoughtful. You cannot help but worry for him and how he is coping with the twins’ daily ire, Bokuto’s daily ire, and Kuroo’s…

Why should Ushijima bear the sins of his forebearers? He isn’t like Washijo, he isn’t...

Sigh.

“Sorry,” you mutter, realizing you sighed again.

The man laughs, patting you on the back. “Care to share what troubles you? I thought you’d be happier, considering everything I have heard so far. I still can’t believe you’re not from this world…,” he trails off then perks back up with a broad smile.

“And, you found your navigator!” Daichi points to himself proudly.

“I wish I had your positivity,” you almost sigh but convert it into a smile when you remember Daichi’s words.

“It’s a learned skill. So, tell me what bothers you? It might help to let it out than stewing in your thoughts.”

You hesitate, finally shaking your head. “No, it’s alright. It’s...not something for me to share.”

Daichi hums with understanding. “I see. That’s fine then. I do not know what it is but if it is something you cannot change immediately, try not to let it consume you. It won’t do you or any of the others around you any good.”

“The others?” What do the others have anything to do with it?

“I just meant that if you’re down, you drag the others along with you. They are quite attached to you.”

“For all the wrong reasons…” you say, shuddering at thoughts of the twins and Scary Bokuto.

Daichi laughs, standing and extending a hand for you to take. “I have to go soon and we should get you back to the castle. I don’t think the others like me very much and I rather not earn their wrath for not sending you back to them safely.”

You take his hand, allowing him to pull you up. “Thanks for keeping me company, Daichi. I really appreciate it. I needed this walk more than I thought I did.”

He grins with a wave, leading the way back to the Blue Castle. “Anytime.”

Only moments after you cross the bridge, you spot a mop of familiar orange hair in the corner of your eye.

Immediately, you call out to their owner.

“Shoyo!”

Shoyo’s shoulders twitch up at the sound of your voice and his name, and he turns around reluctantly. His face is pulled into a displeased pout but you pay it no mind.

By now, you are used to his less than enthusiastic reactions towards you but he never sends you away either. He’s quite adorable that way, and he makes for a great listener, much like Kunimi.

“It’s you again,” he grumbles when you are close enough. Crossing his arms, he squints at you. “What do you want now?”

“Oh, don’t be like that Shoyo. It’s been a while since I saw you around.” “It’s been barely a few days.”

“Hm, is it?” You giggle at his expression. If you had a little brother, you would want him to be like Shoyo.

But now that he brought it up, you’re going to leave for the Uninviting Hinterlands soon. You might not see him, or any of the others staying behind, for a while...

“Can you meet me at the central bridge tomorrow? I want to give you something.”

Shoyo takes a step back as if your inane question repels him. “Huh? Why would I want anything from-” His protest sizzle into garble when you reach out to ruffle his hair fondly.

“Oh come on, don’t be like that.”

Laughter from behind pulls both your attentions towards Daichi, who backtracked through the crowds to you. “This is where you went! You just ran off suddenly before I realized it.”

You wince. “Urk, Daichi, sorry!”

In your excitement at spotting Shoyo, you totally forgot about Daichi. Shoyo’s hard to catch on the best of days and if you didn’t move fast, he is apt to disappear- orange hair and all.

“It’s alright. Who’s your friend?” Deep eyes flicker toward Shoyo, who stiffens underneath his gaze. Almost as quickly, his shoulders relax, chin sinking into his dark cloak.

“Daichi, this is Shoyo. Shoyo, meet Daichi! He’s passing through Seijoh, like you!” you introduce the two of them. You feel weirdly happy, introducing people you met like this, even back in Tokyo. There’s a type of warm joy that can only be found from connecting people you know. You weren’t present to introduce Daichi to the others, so this makes up for it.

Not only that, knowing Shoyo’s awkward, standoffish attitude towards people, he can do with some friends!

“Nice to meet you, Shoyo!” Daichi extends his hand for a friendly shake.

Hazel eyes stare at the hand before them, going back up to their owner and down again. “Nice to...meet you…” Slowly, Shoyo takes Daichi’s hand and the older man shakes it vigorously.

“It’s honestly great meeting your friends like this! Remember when I told you my traveling companions aren’t the best conversationalists? But through you, I’m meeting so many more people in this city. It’s not as lonely anymore,” Daichi laughs good-naturedly, hands on his hips.

His friendly vitality is addictive, spreading to you like flowing water whenever he spoke. You are honestly lucky to have met Daichi in Seijoh, both as a friend and for his help to bring your group through the Hinterlands.

Maybe it is this very vitality that makes Daichi a traveler, moving from place to place, unable to settle down. You can’t see anything bringing him down, and his easy sociability allows him to blend simply with others.

“I’m glad you feel that way! I was a little worried, truth be told, about...you know, dragging you in with the other group,” you told him, careful of unnecessary leaks in Shoyo’s presence.

“Oh, not at all. I was thinking of moving on from this city soon, and I doubt my companions will mind,” he reassures you. He turns to Shoyo.

“We’ve only just met but I have to get this one home and I myself have to run along. It's good meeting you, Shoyo. I’ll hopefully see you around.”

The corners of Daichi’s lips twitch. He isn’t smirking but he seems to find something funny that you are unable to see.

Shoyo doesn’t say anything in response, merely nods and turns his back to you, blending into the streets and people soon after. How he is able to move away from sight so effortlessly with bright orange hair, you will never comprehend.

You turn to Daichi apologetically on behalf of Shoyo. “Don’t mind him. It’s not you. He’s like that with everyone.”

“He’s like the one rebellious younger brother.”

“I don’t have a younger sibling but I know exactly what you’re talking about!”

You grin at each other.

The air is buzzing, a blend of tension, nervousness, excitement, adrenaline, coming together to crackle against your skin and jolt your heart.

It isn’t just you either. The others are feeling the same way.

A restlessness that spreads and seeps, akin to a contagion moving amongst you.

Each realm has casted their chosen champions on the journey to Crow’s Nest and the choices have left many befuddled.

Representing Owl Vale is Bokuto Koutarou himself.

He claims that it is because he does not trust anyone else in the group to get anything done.

Akaashi says it is also because Bokuto does not like governing and that this is a good chance for him to escape his responsibility, leaving his retainers behind to do his dirty work. Again.

This choice immediately has you teetering on your toes as you haven’t quite gotten over how terrifying and difficult it is to even converse with the owl-folk. And to have to journey through unknown lands with him?

The powers that be help you.

Bokuto Koutarou has joined the party.

Similarly, Kuroo has also volunteered to go.

There is no time to have Yaku or Lev journey from the Dominion to Seijoh, and Kenma is not the most prudent choice to send. It made sense for him to go as the Dominion will have Kenma and Kai to oversee everything in his absence. Not to mention that Kuroo is a proficient fighter himself and who knows what they might encounter on the journey. The group will benefit with someone of his caliber.

The knowledge that Kuroo will be with you on the journey is reassuring, and you’re glad that he will be...though you do worry about him, now that you know his tale.

The fox-folks were one thing but what worries you more in regards to Kuroo in comparison is that the fox-folks are clear cut in what they desire. Be it the twins’ hatred towards humans in general, Suna’s tolerant stance or Kita’s pacifism, it is comparatively easier to read and know what to expect from them.

But Kuroo is an enigma, a puzzle yet unsolved.

He wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize the peace, you are clear on that, but...you are also aware of just how much the leader of the Dominion is concealing within him.

Kuroo Tetsurou has joined the party.

The next one took you off guard completely…

Atsumu and Osamu.

You were so damn sure that it would be Suna but Kita shocked everyone, including the twins themselves, when he announced their names during the latest meeting.

Ad verbatim:

“Atsumu and Osamu are brave but extremely brash. There is much they need to learn about themselves and others. On top of that, they have committed a grave crime against the Dominion when they set fire to the homes of cat-folks.”

“That was ‘Tsumu-!”

“Oi, ya’ really gonna sell me out and save yerself!?”

“-So until the leader of the Dominion, Kuroo Tetsurou, deems them forgiven, they will lend their services to him and to the mission of this Summit, which is to bring an end to The Rot. Meaning, you will now serve Lord Kuroo and her in any endeavors they require.”

…

“ARE YA’ SHITTIN’ ME-?!!”

Miya Atsumu and Miya Osamu have been forced into the party.

The next two both surprised and saddened you in that you’ll miss them for a while...

Oikawa and Ushijima will not be traveling with you, for obvious reasons.

Unlike Kuroo and Bokuto, Oikawa and Ushijima did not have as much freedom in leaving their respective realms in the care of others.

Oikawa is appointed regent for the bedridden King Irihata; to have the regent king absent is, without question, unacceptable.

Aloes Yuj was also greatly insistent on this, pushing furiously before Oikawa even expressed any interest in joining the journey (although he most likely wanted to, if the slightly forlorn smile he shot you was any indication).

Iwaizumi will be representing Aoba in his place.

Iwaizumi Hajime has joined the party.

As for Ushijima, he would not have been able to explain his extended absence from Aquila to his grandfather, Emperor Washijo, without raising suspicion. He has chosen Kawanishi, who also volunteered himself, to go instead.

Kawanishi Taichi has joined the party.

And last but not least, and to no one’s surprise, Terushima Yuuji will be going himself, as a representative of the dog-folks.

Of Hyquile. Not just the west. As he so claims.

He wasn’t even meant to join the Summit in the first place but at this point, no one has the heart to send him away.

Terushima Yuuji has forced himself into the party.

To keep the Emperor’s attention off the Summit group and their joint mission, Ushijima will return to Aquila but not before escorting the group to the Iron Wall of Date.

That’s right.

You’ll be making a stop at the part of the Iron Wall closest to the Uninviting Hinterlands to rest and restock before venturing forth.

The journey through the Hinterlands will be tough, and traveling packs are only packed with enough for a return journey to avoid it becoming cumbersome.

Although it is hardly the time for it, you are very excited to see the Iron Wall of Date up close. You’ve only seen it from afar as a black mass lumbering in the horizon so the opportunity to visit it is one you are looking forward to.

To think that you’ll see the Iron Wall of Date before you even see the Great Wall of China is honestly ironic.

And thus, the final party members are as follows:

You.

Bokuto Koutarou.

Kuroo Tetsurou.

Miya Atsumu.

Miya Osamu.

Iwaizumi Hajime.

Kawanishi Taichi.

Daichi.

Terushima Yuuji.

“It’s like we’re the Fellowship of the Ring. We even have nine members,” you chuckle, fingers rubbing together in nerdy glee when all of you stand together at the end of the meeting that decided the members. Lost to your own fantasies, you don't even realize you had been grinning to yourself, looking quite maniacal considering no one was talking to you.

The twins tilt their heads, befuddled.

“...The Fellowship?”

“Of the Ring?”

“What in spirits name is she muttering about? Who’s Boromir and how am I similar to him?” Bokuto clicks his tongue, yellow eyes narrowing at the sight of you mindlessly giggling and grinning all by yourself.

“I...I’m not sure,” Kuroo replies, beginning to worry about the unhinged look in your eyes. “I hope the stress hasn’t gotten to her.”

The night is quiet as the city and the world fall to peaceful slumber, awaiting the next arrival of the sun. In a small humble inn, located in the downtown area of Seijoh, night winds blow through a window left ajar- perhaps on purpose, perhaps not- on the highest floor.

The third floor.

In the room, Shoyo is sat on the ground with his back against the cold walls. The room is dark, the only source of light being the thin strip of moonlight cutting across wooden floors. Lamps prepared by the inn’s owner for the rooms’ occupants were ignored, left where they have been since they arrived.

The lack of light and warmth did not bother him, his cloak enough to sustain his body.

Compared to his homeland, everything about this city is too easy: the climate, the harvests, the people...

Shoyo looks up when he feels a familiar presence enter the dark room, window curtains billowing from shifting air.

Shoyo doesn’t need light to see, nor know, who the new company is.

“You’re early,” the figure, hidden in darkness, hums in approval.

“It’s because you’re always on time…” Shoyo responds quietly.

Footsteps echo against creaking floorboards, and the mysterious figure steps into the moonlight with purpose; an actor making his stage appearance. He breathes the night deeply, appreciating the darkness and silence of a city that is always humming with noise and life during the day.

He turns, and deep eyes illuminate with a silver glow.

“...Daichi, sir.”

Daichi smirks, clearly amused. “Shoyo, huh?”

Shoyo looks away, brows knitting tightly. If Daichi didn’t know his companion as well as he did, he would have said the younger male is embarrassed.

“I didn’t know what else to use.”

“Whatever, it’s fine. As long as it doesn’t compromise us…”

His neck cranes to look at his companion.

“...Hinata.”

“Of course.”

“Still, she speaks fondly of you. I did not think you would allow her to get so close,” Daichi taps his chin, eyes rolling up in thought.

Hinata is under no illusion that Daichi is seriously thinking over your relationship with him. He doubts the man truly cares. So he shrugs. “I don’t know either. Meeting her at the square was not supposed to have happened in the first place. I am unable to comprehend her motives.”

“Implying you’ve thought about it?” Daichi prods playfully but it is anything but. Hinata knows that.

“I’ve...considered it. Tried to analyze it. I do not understand her incessant need to befriend me,” Hinata pauses. “Or others.”

“Hm, well, so long as it-”

“-doesn’t compromise our mission.”

“Good to see that you understand.”

“Without question.”

Daichi sighs in exasperation as he looks around the room, searching for something. Or rather, someone.

“Where is he?”

Again, Shoyo shrugs carelessly. How would he know? He’s not his caretaker. “Don’t know. Don’t care.”

“Thinking about it again, you’re not very cute,” Daichi mutters to himself, wondering how did he ever agree with you that Shoyo is anything remotely like a little brother. He must have lost himself to his role. “If he’s late again-”

“I’m here.”

Daichi pivots to face the newcomer, chastise ready on his lips.

“Kageyama, what did I tell you about being punctual?” Despite his displeasure at the latecomer, Daichi is impressed as always at his silent movements.

The one named Kageyama rolls his eyes. He leans against the wall opposite of Hinata, casually crossing one leg in front of him. He scoffs and crosses his arms haughtily.

“Does it matter? I’m here.”

Ugh, another one that isn’t cute. Not one bit.

“I told you two many times about the value of time and being on time.”

“I’m not going to waste my time waiting like Hinata.”

Hinata does not retort though he narrows threatening eyes on the other male.

“You don’t have to. Just get here at the agreed time,” Daichi says, not letting him off the hook easily. How can he trust someone who will not show up at the agreed time?

Many things require a fine precision of being executed at exactly the right second. In battle, a move taken a minute too soon or a second too late can turn the tides of events.

Things, big and small. A droplet spilled, a harvest missed. A late meeting, words overlooked.

They add up to create a person, an entity, an event, bigger than what one can imagine in that moment. Life taught Daichi that.

“Don’t be late again, Kageyama.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Kageyama waves Daichi's warning off with a lazy wave.

“Did you find anything?” Daichi asks after a tense pause, deciding against antagonizing the younger Kageyama any further.

“No, the so-called national library had nothing, neither did the scholars at their academies.”

“Kageyama, you didn’t-”

“I didn’t kill anyone. They won’t even remember I was there. I made sure the drugs are strong enough. They’ll only remember having a little to drink, quite literally, considering they were out by the first sip.”

“I see. Keep searching for information anyways.”

“What’s the point? There probably isn’t anything.”

“It’s better than wasting our time waiting.”

Kageyama grits his teeth in impatience. “Just take her and force it out of her.”

“It won’t work. If it did, they would've found all of it by now. Apparently, they tried it, three years ago.”

“Tch.”

A thick silence blankets the room but is quickly lifted.

“So you’re going with them?” Hinata questions curiously. He heard about it briefly from Kageyama a few days ago when he saw him but Daichi hasn’t disclosed the details to them.

“An unexpected turn but not unwelcome,” Daichi answers. He paces around the room leisurely, swiping his finger along surfaces as if inspecting for dust. His nose wrinkles when his finger comes off grey after running along the corner table.

Wiping his hand off, he glances back at Hinata, then Kageyama.

“Our plans won’t change. But…”

“You two will be coming with. Tail us.”

Hinata looks at his leader as if he’s grown another head. “But if we’re found out…”

“We know the terrain better than anyone. Most you’ll have to watch out for are the loud owl and the cat. The two fox twins might pose a problem but they are easily distracted. Just keep your distances and you’ll be fine.”

Daichi smiles encouragingly at Hinata and the orange-haired boy looks up at him in a daze, amazed that this enigmatic man who has more criticism than compliments is praising him.

“You’re a good tracker, Hinata.”

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