#that’s a lie I love Wataru too much sorry

[chameleonwritess]

as a baby yuzuruP trying to learn more abt the silly-- can you enlighten me on his wiki it talks abt him speaking in the third person when emotional??? I've only found that in a few stories and it's strange to me, do you have any commentary?

Oooo yeah, I almost forgot he did this!! It happens a lot in ! Era, a lot of the time if Tori does something nice (or objectively not that nice tbh) he’ll be like “this Yuzuru Fushimi is too moved for words!”

BUT, it’s essentially proven to be a disingenuous thing when he does it lol. Tbf, given he’s not one of the characters who always defaults to speaking in 3rd person (like Sora or HiMERU) it’s already a bit of a given that he’s doing it as part of a persona/as a bit, but this is further proven during Resort Live when Rei and Eichi have a whole conversation about how Yuzuru says the politest things but the underlying tone is soooo passive aggressive. See, one of my favourite Yuzuru moments:

Yuzuru: I, Yuzuru, am too moved to even speak

Eichi: Translate for me Sakuma-kun

Rei: “Quit naggin’ at me.”

Yuzuru: Fufu

Anyway, in short the speaking in third person thing is kiiiiinda not proper third person half the time, more just a self-address, and it generally seems to happen as part of his ‘polite butler’ facade whenever something happens that he deems to be emotionally moving such as Tori being kind to him. It almost feels like a way to ensure his ‘audience’ believes that he’s genuinely moved by what happened. Hmmmmm Yuzuru and masks. This is why Wataru finds him soooo interesting when they first meet (during Flower Fes ahhhh I love their interactions during that story)

Sorry for the rambling, I can’t be concise to save myself BUT!!! I’m so glad the world is gaining another YuzuruP. He is so good AGHHHHH

[tinylittlelilac]

your fake event sounds amazing!! if you don’t mind me asking, could you share more about it?? the cards r super cool im dying to know the context

I DIDNT SEE THIS OMG THIS IS WHAT I MEAN WHHEN I SAY I CANT OPERATE TUMBLR IM VERY VERY SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO IGNORE THIS ASK!!

ANYWAYS THANK YOU I WOULD LOVE TO!! I can’t say there was TOO much thought out into it so this is gonna be a huge ramble that doesn’t make much sense but I will happily oblige ( ´▽｀) For the bloomed cards obviously they don’t have much to do with the story. I just wanted an artist/photographer set between them bc I think it’s a cute idea !!

I’ve wanted a fine ryuseitai event for the longest time bc Yuzuru’s friendship with ryuseitai never leaves my mind,, in jingle bells he says he had fun hanging out with them and he enjoyed the hero show in supernova :D basically I only care about the most niche and silly interactions in this game. the opposite of how it was meant to be enjoyed but it’s the secret to being filled with joyful glee. ANYWAYS I thought a variety show for the starpro idols that has unlimited potential by means of the Tenshouin fund could be fun. Yuzuru obviously doesn’t like a ton of attention and is just there to support Tori and get it done with (I mean. Maybe there’s like some kind of fighting/laser tag round he gets really into but for the most part he still sees himself as the least deserving of attention in fine and doesn’t make any scenes). However, in the starpro trivia section of the show, Midori keeps answering question after question right about yuzuru/fine (bc I feel like he might know that little trivia) which either picks up attention with the fans who question what is going on (if the show is live) or eichi + wataru notice and like to impose mischievous little plans on yuzuru. I think that either way through the powers of being in charge of the direction of the show those two get midoyuzu paired up for a ton of the games (I considered making one of the cards a pictionary game and ended up deciding against it but I still think it’d be silly). When drawing the last unbloomed, I had in mind them getting matched up for a lie detector game where they get to ask each other questions/the audience gets to send in questions. I didn’t think too much about what happened afterwards to be completely honest with you but it’d probably get yuzuru really flustered being 1. The center of attention 2. Target of whatever Midori wants to ask and 3. Having to actually be completely and utterly honest. And he’s just begging him to ask normal easy questions which midori obliges bc he doesn’t like all this attention either but then some crazy audience question comes in and then the rest is up to imagination bc I don’t want to end up mischaracterizing them or looking more delusional than I already have in this public post! but it would definitely end with them revealing/admitting something to each other that brings them closer together :>>

sorry to make you read all that but also the starpro variety show is all i ever want ,, PLUS it could be so much fun outside of my mdyz visions too. Imagine chiakana in teamwork minigames OR TRICKSTAR hokke calls them all idiots but he’s the one that keeps making them lose all the games. Alkaloid in literally anything. I think we should talk about this more

ok this is the first time my fanatical whimsical ass has wrote this much from my brain but I hope you see the vision! Thank you for letting me talk about it more!!!! :D

[solaaresque]

UHH natsume?

do u mean. like. all of them? because if so.

utc!

anyways sorry if a lot of them are '???' i don't think about nacchan that much </3

🏳️‍🌈 a sexuality headcanon

um... demiro pansexual?? <- he just like me fr

🏳️‍⚧️ a gender headcanon

tranmasc nacchan literally canon.

😇 a headcanon about their religion/lack thereof

atheist natsume who doesn't believe in god but wishes he did so he could have someone to blame for all the things that went wrong in his life/so that he could believe all his suffering was for a purpose <- he's just like me fr (2)

🧸 a headcanon about their childhood

he read waaay too many christian texts as a child because he wanted to summon a "biblically accurate angel"

👻 a headcanon about what scares them

being left alone and forgotten. idk

🎶 a headcanon about music

natsume kpop fan :) his ults are lesserafim and ateez

👽 a headcanon about a weird quirk of theirs

???

💤 a headcanon about their sleep

natsume sleeps in a shrimp posture i don't make the rules

🦾 a disability headcanon

NACCHAN IS AUTISTIC AND HAS STRUGGLES W EMPATHY !!!! <- he's just like me fr (3)

💝 a headcanon about their love language

giving: acts of service

receiving: words of affirmation

🫂 a friendship headcanon

natsukoga friendship. t4t besties. mild suffering amassed from having hero worship for rei and having to deal w the fact that he's actually a loser

💔 an angsty headcanon

uh. natsuleonazu dorm was reaaaally awkward at first because leo kept deadnaming natsume (not on purpose ofc!) and it caused his mental state to pluuuuumet (leo calls natsume “nacchan “ like there’s no fucking way)

🪢 a headcanon about their family

idk. natsume spoilt only child

📓 a headcanon about their hobbies

he plays vgames sometimes w junmako

👗 A headcanon about their clothes

???

🔪 A headcanon relating to fighting/violence

uh. natsume biter

🌟 a headcanon about their desires/wishes

???

🥇 a headcanon about what they’re best at

???

🍫 A headcanon about food

natsume picky eater

🎭 a headcanon about what they lie about

???

❤️‍🔥 a romantic headcanon

natsusuba sun and moon motifs. natsuhokke moon/moon solidarity. natsukoga wolf/cat behaviour. ritsunatsu female bullying meme. idk. i have thoughts

💄 an appearance headcanon

HE HAS A TONGUE PIERCING

🖕 a headcanon relating to anger

???

😺 an animal-related headcanon

catcoded nacchan

😬 a headcanon about the worst thing they’ve done

???

😭 a headcanon about the worst thing that happened to them.

???

😶 a random headcanon!

natsume used to have a silly little crush on each of the oddballs but they only see him as a younger sibling and he got over it eventually but wataru and rei usually tease him about it

[aeoki]

Primavera - Quiet Spring: Chapter 3

Location: Seisou Hall (Eichi, Rei & Aira’s Room) Characters: Touri & Yuzuru

TL Note:

The Japanese word for “love (愛 / ai)” and is homonymous with the first half of Aira’s first name (although the characters are different).

< That night. Eichi’s room, Seisou Hall. >

Eichi: …………

(*...Sigh* That was a heavier announcement than I had expected.)

(There is a possibility “Chocolat Fest” may be cancelled – If it were my usual self, I would say, “Things like that can happen.” and would have paid it no mind.)

(But I had a hunch that Touri would be shocked to hear the news. I hesitated and wondered if I should have really mentioned it to him.)

(Hehe. The heir to the Tenshouin Zaibatsu is weak to those important to him.)

(I tend to forget where I stand when I’m in front of Wataru, Yuzuru and Touri.)

(Now that I think about it, I’ve been learning about kingcraft for a long time now. They really cared about my health and created “Eichi Day” because of it, but those feelings are so precious and radiant.)

(That’s why I wish to do something for them… Thinking realistically, there is a big problem that is stopping us from holding “Chocolat Fest” at the moment.)

(Delivering love with chocolates, huh…)

(I see. Perhaps, the reason why I feel irritated is because it’s an issue related to “Chocolat Fest”.)

(Because it’s an event where we give love through sweets…)

(Just like how “that person” once gave me love, I wonder what they would think of me now.)

Aira: I’m back~♪

Yup, my vocal lesson today was perfect! The vocal trainer praised me for once today!

They looked like someone scary and strict so it feels even better. Ehehehe, I can’t help but jump for joy ♪

Eichi: Welcome back, Shiratori-kun. I see you’re making progress every day in your lessons ♪

Aira: Huh…? Tenshouin-senpai!? I didn’t notice you there!

Wow, that’s really embarrassing! The room was so quiet so I didn’t think anyone was in here and made a loud fuss!

Eichi: No, don’t worry about it. This is a shared room so there’s no need to be so proper, is there?

Actually, I’m sorry for talking to you out of the blue like that. It’s still a bit early to sleep so I guess you wouldn’t expect someone to lie in bed this early.

Aira: No, no! It’s my fault because I didn’t take a proper look around the room!

But it’s rare and unexpected to see you flopped onto your bed like that, Tenshouin-senpai.

You’re usually sitting on the sofa or a chair so I didn’t notice you on your bed.

Eichi: Yeah. I was a little lost in thought. That’s why I was lying down. It’s a bit embarrassing to have shown you my weak side.

Aira: Ohh… Is there something on your mind?

Eichi: Yeah. It’s about “Chocolat Fest” – In extension, it’s something on the topic of love.

Aira: That sounds really grand…! As expected of you, Tenshouin-senpai – The things that are on your mind are probably something totally different from what I think about.

Eichi: Hehe. I tend to exaggerate things. It’s nothing on that level but… Since you’re here, would you lend an ear to my troubles, Shiratori-kun?

Aira: S-Sure! It’s about love, right? I was kinda curious since my name is “Aira[*]”, after all ♪

Eichi: Thank you. Then, I’ll brew us some black tea while we chat.

Aira: Oh, are you sure? Thank you so much! It’s so ravely to see you’ll brew a cup of tea for me ♪

Eichi: It was the perfect timing as I had time on my hands. Are you fine with Darjeeling?

Aira: Yes! I’m fine with anything you choose, Tenshouin-senpai!

Eichi: Alright. I’ll go prepare the teapot so can you wait a little? You can listen to what I have to say while it boils.

I… Or more so, the Tenshouin family has always been a patrilineal family. All boys born into the family must undergo strict education.

Like my ancestors, I too had to study the family precepts, kingcraft and other various concepts.

But I’ve had a frail body ever since I was born and the burden on my body was dreadful. I tried to run away from my everyday studies.

The only one who was kind to me was my grandmother. Every time I clung to her in tears, she would give me sweets.

It was either chocolates, cookies or candy. Sometimes, I would eat it there but other times, I would secretly take it into my room to eat.

Thinking back, those sweets served as something she poured her love and affection into.

I only realised that when my grandmother passed away, but it was a sweetness my young self needed.

I was thinking about next year’s “Chocolat Fest” and remembered.

Just like how my grandmother once did, I too wish to give love through sweets.

Aira: It sounds quite romantic… I went to see “Chocolat Fest” when I was in junior high school and was looking forward to participating the next year.

But if you’re thinking about it despite already having graduated, then does that mean you’ll be appearing in a Yumenosaki event as a guest?

Eichi: Hehe. As expected of you, Shiratori-kun. You’ve got a good hunch after pursuing idols on an everyday basis.

Actually, just like how the graduated students can hold Valentine’s Day events freely, I plan on holding “Chocolat Fest” at ES. It’s in the review stage at the moment.

If I had more power, I could have the final say in it but…

Aira: ………?

Eichi: No. Just talking to myself. The hot water has finished coming to a boil, so this should warm your cup.

What would you like served with your tea?

Aira: Ehehe ♪ Then, I guess I’ll have to go with chocolate!

I kinda feel like having some sweet chocolate after hearing you talk about it ♪

Eichi: Hehe. I unconsciously led you into thinking that.

Love cannot be perceived with the eyes and that’s exactly why it should be exchanged when it’s delivered. People, items and customs – All things cannot escape from loss.  

Frighteningly enough, you may only come to realise it when you lose those things. It simply means the things that you once took for granted may actually be something irreplacable.

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[asakamasanobu]

finally hyped myself up to read kiyomiya nao no baai yesterday! too lazy to type out all my thoughts so i will just immortalise my raw reactions before they are lost into the void too thumbs up emoji

[clockworkspider]

@kohku So bouncing off your idea... I still know very little about Rinne so I'll focus on Eichi here. (Not completely compliant to what you describe sorry just run with me for a bit.)

So, Eichi has a precognition/omniscient ability, but he wasn't fully able to understand what it meant. Sometimes he could see strings tying him to other people, sometimes he could see strings tying other people together.

When he first met Keito, he saw a whole bunch of strings tying them together, all different colours, which he thought was fascinating, so he tried extra hard to get to know him and they became friends.

Sometimes Keito would mention this other friend, and whenever he mentions this Rei-chan a different string would appear from Keito, leading to some other place. Little Eichi was jealous that Keito got to play with other friends while he was stuck in the hospital, so once he made a little cutting motion with his fingers and the string got severed. He didn't know what happened but Keito never mentioned Rei-chan again.

As a result he never told Keito about the strings cause he's afraid Keito would get really angry if he ever found out what Eichi did.

Anyway when he got to Yumenosaki he saw so many strings tying himself to so many people he was almost blinded. And that's when he begin to figure out what the different colours mean, which was really useful during the revolution. (Very often, he couldn't figure out what it meant until it was too late.)

(The only time he purposefully severed a string was between himself and Tsumugi, after the execution of Wataru and ex-fine dissolved.)

The strings were really useful when establishing ES, because he could immediately tell who's going to be an important business partner, and who isn't. It saved a lot of time and energy because he then knew who he should work on. But as Eichi figured out what all the string colours and knots meant, meeting new people has gotten boring. Sure, he loves his unit members very much, and the strings tying him to them doesn't lie. But it's gotten so expected when he can immediately tell if someone will be important to him the moment they met.

And then he meets Rinne and for some reason he can't see any string on this guy. Not with himself, or with anyone. He thought, at first, that meant Rinne was detached from humanity (like Wataru, who also had very few strings leading from him), but clearly it wasn't true. So he just observed carefully, trying to get closer to Rinne to figure it out (with no success), until one day, while his eyes were following the strings leading from HiMERU and Tatsumi to somewhere else whenever they speak to one another, Rinne asked "So you can see it too, huh?"

[deluluass]

What bliss, domesticity.

for: @tink2kagome. i’m sorry it took me so long to work on ur pretty setter squad request T^T i’ll probably do like another one in the future! 

  & @lady-tokugawa-of-mikawa @belpomme @chaichai-the-weeb for being such lovely mutuals <3 <3 

Content warnings: rape/noncon; nsfw; yakuza/organized crime; gun mention; a lot of (non-sexual) food references in this one

  Jun’ichi Saikawa was obviously the kind of man who liked to laugh. Not unlike most people in their world. The kind who use their entire body when they do, announcing to the entire world with a bellowing “Ha Ha Ha!” how pleased they are with whatever’s going on in front of them.

  Which, in all honesty, was pretty admirable, that the old man could still do it considering how bored to tears Wataru was. 

  That it’s a humid afternoon didn’t help either. He could feel the sweat on his back even when the doors were already slid open, exhibiting a verdant garden filled with blossoms and shrub peonies. From his place he could see the school of koi swirling in the shallow pond, their scales iridescent under the warm rays of the sun. 

  “Didn’t know you were the funny sort, 'Kaashi!” Saikawa blurted out, the sake in his hand spilling to his fingers.

  This wasn’t Wataru’s first day on the job, but this is the first that he gets to do something this important. And with someone he highly respects, too. 

  So he gave his collar a light tug, steeling himself to endure as he tucked his legs further beneath him, and resorted to thinking about the many things he would absolutely surrender just to lie down on the warm mat. 

  His car, maybe.

  The brand new noise-cancelling headphones he bought, if pushed. 

  Wataru saw Akaashi nod.

  “I appreciate a joke every now and then,” he said.

  The larger man laughed again.

  “Here, here!” Saikawa thundered, snatching a tiny, yellow box from the maid who appeared as swiftly as she’d left. 

  “I heard you like sweets. Here,” he said, grinning as he handed it to Akaashi. “My youngest son just opened a cake shop. I know what you’re thinking, but who am I to say no, eh?”

  Akaashi passed the box to Wataru. 

  “Mind it for me, please,” he whispered.

  How unexpected. Akaashi-san has a sweet tooth.

  Huh. 

  That’s pretty neat. Wataru himself wasn’t partial to cakes, but he does love pudding. 

  “You are a good father, Jun’ichi-san,” Akaashi told him. 

  This time, Wataru didn’t bother suppressing a yawn as Saikawa fumbled for his phone, hiding it behind his hand as he stared at the birds chirping and hopping about outside.

  “Wanna see him? He’s much like you! Good head on his shoulders, that one.” 

  “I am honored, Jun’ichi-san,” Akaashi echoed back, peering down at the photos Saikawa showed him. 

  “He sends me a lot of these- uh,” Saikawa snorted, his nose reddened by the alcohol. “What do young people call it, the- pictures-”

  “Selfies?” Akaashi politely supplied. 

  “That’s the one! Look. Precious, ain’t he?”

  His earpiece crackled to life. 

  Konoha’s voice emerged from the static. 

  “We’re ready when you are,” his senior murmured. “Man, this is taking too long. Let’s get some burgers when we’re done.”

  “Akaashi-san,” Wataru croaked, feeling his cheeks heat up as he continued, “K-Komi-san and the others are waiting for you.”

  Saikawa perked up. “Ah, of course! Of course!” 

  He stumbled when he attempted to stand up. Akaashi was quick on his feet to assist him.

  “I knew I could count on you, son,” he muttered, patting Akaashi’s back. “Now, you tell Bokuto that what happened between us- it’s all in the past! All in the past! And if those bastards mess with him again, you tell him to run to old Jun’ichi!”

  Akaashi clasped Saikawa’s hand.

  “Thank you,” Akaashi said. “I’ll be sure to relay your sentiments to Bokuto-san.”

  “You do that, my boy.” Saikawa’s belly shook as he laughed. “Your generation’s a smart one, indeed. The in-fighting and wars, bah! All that trouble for nothing; that’s not your style. Your lot’s the future now!”

  Then, Akaashi stepped a few meters back and bowed. 

  Wataru followed behind him. 

  “We will be taking our leave,” Akaashi said. “It has been an illuminating talk, Jun’ichi-san.”

  The sound of the bamboo drip trickling water into another stalk permeated through the silence.

  It collapsed and clunked against a stone. 

  He heard the birds flutter away.

  When Wataru raised his head, Saikawa had already been lying face down on the floor. 

  And, of course, Wataru’s used to it: the crack of a gun muffled by a silencer. 

  He’s been practicing his entire life, after all. He actually doesn’t flinch anymore and Wataru thinks he should be proud of himself.

  It’s just that... how could someone who used to be there, suddenly...disappear? Saikawa was right in front of him a few minutes ago. Laughing and showing off photographs of his son. And now he’s...not.

  But, Saikawa didn’t disappear. Not really. 

  The blood seeping through the tatami is proof of it, but Wataru chooses not to look. In theory, he knows what a bullet through the skull looks like. He’d just rather not see today if what he’s taught reflects true in the real world. 

  Maybe some other time.

  “Wataru.” 

  Wataru flinched. “Y-yes?”

  Akaashi looked back at him. “The cake?”

  His body was still trembling and it took a lot of strength to not let it show in his hands when he gave it back to Akaashi, the box pleasantly yellow with doodles of doe-eyed eggs dancing along the handle. Unblemished, unlike Akaashi, who was sporting a splatter of blood along his cheek. 

  It’s surprisingly still cool to touch, too.

  “No, thank you,” he said, rejecting the handkerchief that Wataru offered. 

  From afar, Wataru could hear the faint melodies of an old love song being played by a car radio. No doubt Konoha’s doing. It followed them, growing louder the closer they walked back into the parking lot. The others bowed and sent gruff salutations along Akaashi’s way as they dragged bodies out of the Saikawa mansion. 

  (It was nauseating and Wataru wanted to pass out.)

  He pressed his nails harshly into the meat of his palm. 

  “A-Akaashi-san,” Wataru began. “I didn’t know that- that um, you liked... sweets.”

  Akaashi halted. 

  “No, I don’t,” he said, blinking. “But my wife does.”

  Wataru stared at him. 

  Akaashi went ahead. 

  He stayed that way— staring and wondering, until they stopped by the fast food restaurant that Konoha loved so much. Wataru couldn’t even finish his burger and fries. 

  By the time that they hit the freeway, Akaashi had already cleaned himself up and Wataru was still grappling with the word “wife.” 

  Of course he knows the man is married. 

  But, how, exactly, do you reconcile his reputation with the sight of him, every passing headlight sharpening his features, quietly humming along to Aki Yashiro? Who was longing for Shinjuku at night, the beauty of it, and oh, how wonderful it’d be, she said: a rendezvous with her lover, waiting for her under raining cherry blossoms. 

  Wataru figured that he was tired and starting to see things. 

  That small smile that graced Akaashi’s lips couldn't be real, either, especially those hands of his that held the box of cake like it’s worth more than gold.

He wasn't really particular when it comes to music. A song's a song, in Akaashi's opinion. Another form of noise that helps when the silence gets too overbearing. 

  But you, on the other hand, liked music. Listened to it the same way one eats their favorite food: memorizes the lyrics; goes out of your way to collect unearthed photographs and newspaper clippings that made the singer seem more human.

  You loved music— was probably the right way of putting it.

  Especially the old variety. He didn't get it at first. The sounds are dated; no one speaks in that language with that cadence anymore; the singer's probably dead.

  Well, Akaashi still doesn't get it, if he were to be honest. 

  Yet here he is. 

  His hands were wrapped around your waist, coaxing you into a slow— albeit clumsy, waltz.

  "Kei-kun!" you squeaked. "The dishes!"

  You dragged your slippers beneath you, struggling to wipe the suds off your hands. 

  "S-seriously, Kei-kun..!"

  Sure, he doesn’t fully understand what’s great about it, music. 

  Yet here he is. 

  Perhaps it’s because he immediately recognized the first few notes this time, that’s why he’s doing this. He didn’t even wait for the DJ to finish saying, “You’re still listening to Vintage F.M. Here’s a classic for you couples out there. Have a romantic night with Nat King Cole’s L-O-V-”

  Perhaps it’s because your cream stew tasted extra special that it made him shrug the fatigue off, giving in to the urge of pulling you close and taking your damp hand in his to sway and bob along the skipping bassline. Your bashful objections went in one ear and out the other.

  Sure, he’s not the type to do this, either, dancing. 

  Yet here he is. 

  Perhaps it’s because he knew that it’s your favorite song.

  Perhaps it’s just what marriage does to you.

  "Did you like the cake?" he whispered against your neck, inhaling the scent of cinnamon and the way your skin jumped as he did.

  Your breaths were shallow against his chest, but you managed a soft, “Yes, sweetheart. Thank you.”

  Akaashi caressed your back, kneading the tensed muscles as he huffed. 

  “Good,” he murmured, trembling. “Good girl. What a relief." 

  It was endearing, how offbeat the both of you were. A shame, though, considering that Nat King Cole’s fervently insisting on love; that it’s all that I can give to you; that it’s more than just a game for two. 

  So Akaashi makes up for his two left feet by joining in. He pressed his lips to your forehead. How strange, your presence in his life. What did he do to deserve you by his side, for this contentment that thaws away the chill?

  (He put a ring on your finger, is what he did. He deserves this.)

  “Two,” he droned, made giddy by the sparks in his belly, “in love can make it.”

  You looked at him, wide-eyed. 

  “Take my heart and please don’t break it.”

  He spun you around.

  “Oh my god, Kei-kun,” you gasped. “You can’t sing.”

  Akaashi’s aware of it all too well. He can’t carry a note; not him: the guy who’s had monotony ingrained in his very being. But that’s why he has you.

  A startled giggle left you as he guided you into a box step, the trumpet rising and falling over the strings. You stepped on him a few times, so he lifted you up, just so, and kicked off your slippers. Then, he set your feet atop his own. 

  He took you with him as he moved, waddling and careful not to hit his back against the countertop. It came as no revelation that both of you weren’t any better dancers even after this maneuver.

  Akaashi continued. Starting with L—

  “Is for the way you look at me.”

  “Stop, stop-” Your eyes crinkled at the sides. “You’re flat.”

  Akaashi persisted, anyway, taking your cheek to pepper kisses all over your face.

  “O is for the only one I see.”

  Your laugh was airy— light and buoyant all over the kitchen, like a fairy leaving stardust in its wake. Not gratingly booming nor demanding. After all, you weren’t the kind who felt the need for it: an audience to witness how pleased you are; how strong and powerful you are over everyone else. 

  Besides, your laugh was just for him. A private and intimate thing. And he was so lost in it that he almost forgot what’s been gnawing at him for the entire morning.

  Akaashi rested his chin on your shoulder, nuzzling the downy fabric of your dress as he gripped you by the hips. 

  “Where did you go earlier?” 

  The orchestra was in a joyous uproar, joining the rapid beating of your heart; the trumpet bright and clear, singing in harmony with the bass and saxophones and trombones, as Nat King Cole repeatedly guaranteed, as if an oath, that love was made for me and you. 

  Love was made for me and you.

  “I had to buy some groceries!” you piped up. “We ran out of ingredients. Sorry, I forgot to bring my phone with me. Oh, I have to run you a bath. I’ll tell you when it’s done, alright?”

  You broke away from him with a beaming grin, but Akaashi wanted to ask, despite the evidence of it before him. 

  “Are you happy?”

  It has already ended, the song. The DJ was signing off for the night.

  You nodded, playfully jabbing his arm with a fist. 

  “Of course,” you told him. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

  Perhaps it’s because you were never really good at pretense, no matter how much you hid behind needless noise. 

  Music. Laughter. Running water. 

  Akaashi sighed as he slumped down the nearest stool.

  Of course you’re happy. Why wouldn’t you be?

  After rubbing his eyes with clammy fingers, Akaashi fiddled them together beneath his temples. He released a heavy breath and fished for his phone in his pocket.

  He spoke after the first two rings. 

  “Wataru-san, I’m sorry for bothering you,” he said. “Can you do something for me?”

  His subordinate didn't ask him why, neither did he react when he'd stated his request. Akaashi knew, however, that the question was sitting in Wataru's clipped replies. The boy’s “yes, sir” and “understood, sir” were far too enthusiastic than normal.

  Akaashi didn’t mind, though, if he did ask. And despite that familiar pang of dread, Akaashi would answer him like the common— just like the average, everyday husband— with that characteristic, bordering on irksome pride that they have when they talk about their wives. 

  Why?

  “Well, Wataru-san,” Akaashi would answer. “Perhaps this is just what marriage does to you.”

The house was a house like any other.

  There was an old pickup truck parked outside the freshly painted gate, carrying crates of fruits and vegetables in its trunk. Along the bricked walls was an overgrowth of vines and ferns. It extended around the windows and crept up the balcony.

  A large Shiba ran outside and jumped to your lap as soon as it saw you by the driveway.

  Wataru heard Chiaki stir at the back of the car.

  “Pay up, asshole,” he grunted, waking a disheveled Ryota who’s still holding a half-bitten melon bread.

  His lackey cracked his neck and gave the scenery a cursory glance. “Could be a front.”

  Ryota grumbled and went back to sleep.

  “Idiot,” Chiaki clicked his tongue. “She traveled all the way to Miyagi just to give intel? And here? Of all places?”

  Three days. 

  They’ve tailed you for three days. Akaashi-san never said anything else, besides that within the week, while he’s gone and sealing deals in another country, there was a high likelihood of you folding and getting out of Tokyo. 

  To run right here. In Miyagi.

  He didn’t say why, really, but Wataru supposes it’s better that he didn’t. Because during the days of absolute, mind-crushing boredom, of watching some suburban wife go out for a morning walk, chat with her neighbors, and shop around the market, rinse and repeat, coming up with the Why had been their only salvation.

  The betting pool has two answers: cheater or snitch.

  Chiaki was insistent on the former, while Ryota stood by the latter. 

  And Wataru...Wataru could only watch, waiting with a bated breath as the door finally opened.

  “I bet it’s someone younger,” Chiaki said. “Usually is.”

  Seems that none of them were winning anything today.

  The man who emerged from the house was far older— who, oddly enough, resembled you. An  old woman soon followed behind him. Both of them looked at you as if they were witnessing a specter, or someone who's crawled back from the dead. An appropriate comparison, especially since they’re both wearing somber black clothes.

  It wasn’t his place to assume. Though he’s been promoted to a slightly higher position, it will never come close to the place that Keiji Akaashi occupies. Wataru knows all of these, but nothing was stopping him from putting the pieces together, no matter what little he has.

  They could only stare when all of you broke down into tears, locked in each other’s embrace as you knelt on the pavement. 

  Don’t let her stay too long.

  That had been one of Akaashi-san’s orders.

  So the three of them didn’t wait it out. By the time that the sun had set, Wataru had already stepped out of the car, taking Ryota with him. He made sure to remind the boy, just in case he’d forgotten.

  “Be gentle, alright?” Wataru reiterated.

  There hadn’t been any need for that, it turned out. 

  He’s sure you’ve never met before, but Wataru saw bitter understanding flash in your eyes when you caught them loitering in front of your house. Fear was there, too, of course. 

  Wataru was convinced that surely it’s a good thing. It saved everyone a lot of time, that way.

  You didn’t even say a word, only giving Wataru a stiff nod when he’d introduced himself, and remained like so on the ride back to Tokyo, with the strap of your handbag trapped by a clenched fist. Wataru didn’t try to initiate small talk; it felt unnecessary.

  It took a while for Wataru to realize that you also hadn’t bothered to change out of your pajamas, though he gave you a couple of minutes to say your farewells. 

  Pajamas, obscured now by a thick, gray coat. 

  Akaashi-san was right.

  You had no plans of coming home. Not tonight. Maybe not for a while.

  Wataru decided not to linger on it anymore. 

  He ignored the blank stare that pierced right through the rear-view mirror. And then, Wataru wondered, hand sweating in his pocket, what the three of them should have for dinner.

Thick chunks of pumpkin melted in your mouth with just the first spoonful of broth. 

  It'd been a while since the last time Akaashi cooked. So, more than anything, it was the sight of him setting plates and utensils that took you aback, greeting you with a, "Welcome home. You're just in time. Food's ready," his sleeves rolled to his elbows while donning your baby owl-printed apron. 

  The taste didn't. Surprise you, that is. He's a good cook. Unlike you, who only became marginally better one hundred burn scars later. 

  It also didn't surprise you that he flew back home at the drop of a hat. Even when he said he'd be gone for a week.

  "How is it?" Akaashi asked after chewing. "Took me a while to make it."

  It obviously did, you thought. When you arrived, Irma Thomas was already begging through the record player.

  "Do you need me, like I need you?" she implored, straight from the heart. "Look at me, I'm crying from holding you." 

  The last song on your favorite record. It was cheap and had the best from the artists you loved. 

  Etta James. Ella Fitzgerald. Aretha Franklin. The Mills Brothers. Bessie Smith. All in one vinyl.

  "Yeah," you replied, clearing your throat when you realized how hard it is to speak. "It's delicious."

  You looked back down to your bowl. The  tofu had gone untouched. Your food was still close to spilling to the brim, while Akaashi was almost finished with his, scrolling on his phone laid on the table.

  "So no one coaxed you into it," you heard him say, and that had ripped your eyes away from the broth like a bandage on an infected wound.

  Akaashi was holding your phone, reading the messages- his number was the only one there, as pealing bells resonated in the dining room. 

  "I'd think of all the things that I wanted of you," cried Irma Thomas. "To make me forget the pain that you caused."

  "I would've known if anyone else talked to you, anyway," he huffed, locking the screen before blowing steam off the morsel. 

  "You would," you conceded. The tofu was soft when you bit into it, sinking into your teeth.

  "I found that in our cabinet. Last time it was in the kitchen drawer, wasn't it?" Akaashi helped himself to a bowl of rice. "Don't leave it in stuffy places. What if you forget where you hid it and you won't know when I call?"

  "And I can no longer keep track of where you are for every moment of the day?" you could hear him say. Though he didn't; though all that could heard, besides the scraping of utensils, was Irma Thomas declaring:

  A fragile thing, like life. It just don't last so long.

  It could be for a minute or an hour. Or then again, from now.

  Your lips tightened with a grin. "I won't do it again, sweetheart," you said, spoon hanging limply in your hold.    

  He didn't need to say it. 

  That your phone has a tracker. That this house is still the same cage that it'd been before. That the only difference between then and now is that silver band on your finger.

  Akaashi’s blinked back at you as he sipped  what remained of the soup. You tried to do the same.

  The savory taste was cloying and it burned in your throat, so you didn't attempt to finish the bowl. It cut down to your heart, sinking heavily on your stomach, bile rising as the song came to a close.

  You gulped it down, though. You had to. And in the final moments, Irma Thompson told you what she really wanted. 

  "Make me forget," she said, "the pain that you'd caused."

  The chorus joined her. "Understanding is a great thing," she concluded. "If it comes from the heart."

  Akaashi was on his own phone this time. Most likely checking on the business that he left, judging by those furrowed brows and that long-suffering look in his eyes.   

  Fizzling noise came at the heels of the fading music. Then, it stopped. And there was nothing left anymore but silence.

  It's over now. Akaashi’s making a move to clean up. You were supposed to say, "That was a lovely dinner, honey." Or, you could tell him to sit down and watch a movie with you when he's done. 

  "I'll help you with the dishes," you wanted to say. 

  I'll help you with the dishes. It was so easy to say. 

  Instead, what came out of your mouth was a hushed call for his name.

  "Kei-kun," you repeated, brittle and weak and dry.  

  "I'm so sorry," you might've mouthed. 

  You could barely hear your own voice as you looked at him. Akaashi paused from tidying the table. 

  You're parched and a lot has happened today. Gathering the courage to take that first step out of the city had taken what little strength you had. The fear never left you. Seeing your old house almost ended you. 

  It should be physically impossible for you to still be able to cry. And yet there doesn't seem to be an end to your tears now, the same way your apologies unfurled in an embarrassingly infinite string.

  "Don't lock me inside here again," you whispered, clinging to him as he shushed you, wiping your cheeks with his thumbs as he helped you drink a glass of water.

  He carried you to your room and sat you down on the bed, right between his thighs. You sobbed into your hands, tears and snot on the sleeves of your pajama top.

  "I- I just wanted to see them. That's all. Just one day, Kei-kun. One day. I was gonna come back, I swear." 

  You're rambling. You're a madwoman pleading and bargaining with a stone-cold judge because playing house is the only thing keeping her alive. 

  And you messed that up you foolish, foolish girl.

  "Please don't hurt my family," you heaved. "They're all I have left."

  Akaashi doesn't speak, not for a while, but when he did, you bawled harder.

  "I can kill them all," he said, matter of factly. 

  It is true. Hearing him say it does not make it easier to take, though. 

  "I can hurt you the same way that you hurt me."

  Your neck strained as he tipped your chin towards him with a slender finger. 

  "I can break you," he muttered, not batting an eye.

  That, too, is true. You know it all too well. He said it with such serenity, still and undisturbed by the shaking of your head, because it goes without saying. 

  Except, you, too, know it. 

  When he is breaking. When he is falling apart.

  He smothered you, taking your entire body to curl against you, making himself small as he pressed his face on your back.

  "Yet- and yet I-" Akaashi sniffled. You felt your shirt dampen. "I've given you everything."

  When he finally brought his face close to yours, he looked so lost. Almost like a little boy who's on the verge of drowning,  clinging desperately onto a lifesaver and too shocked to shout for help. 

  You hated him all the more for it.

  "Each other," he said, snarling, almost, through tears as he grabbed your face with both hands. "That's all we have left, you hear? You and I. Husband and wife."

  He seized your jaw and turned it towards the vanity mirror.

  The room was dark save for the light in the hallway, peeking into the crack through the doorway. 

  But you could see yourself. And you could see your hand intertwined in his, your rings gleaming like muted starlights. 

  "We made a vow," he whispered, kissing your ring finger. 

  A detached part of you is astonished with how inescapable it is. Whether it be a reward or a punishment; a good day or a bad one.

  No matter what happens, you always end up like this, don't you? 

  Begging to him with your legs spread wide.

  You did as you'd always done when he began unbuttoning your top. 

  You go back to that autumn morning, when you first laid your eyes on him, a cup of coffee in his hand, and you thought that he had the prettiest face you'd ever seen.

  You go back to when he was just this really romantic guy who sent you flowers every day. There was a letter, every time. 

  Nothing too grandiose. Just short messages hoping that you'd have a great day ahead.

  He kissed your neck, wet smooches and long, flat-tongued licks dipping down your shoulder.

  He watched you through the mirror, his eyes a pair of darkened blues daring you to look away.

  Akaashi Keiji was your boyfriend, you told yourself. You dated him for quite some time before you married.

  Akaashi Keiji got along well with your father and doted on your mother. On Sundays, you visit them and they send you back to Tokyo with ripe watermelons. 

  Akaashi Keiji has never hurt you.

  The man tracing the hem of your bra, cupping your clothed tits and drawing lazy circles over nipples, however, did.

  (And he still will in future. He still is, right now.)

  This man is the real one. 

  And you have angered him, so he will not make this easy for you.

  "What did you promise me?" Akaashi whispered as he lightly bit the shell of your ear. "Or have you forgotten?"

  Of course, you haven't forgotten. You were chained to this very room when you made them, after all.

  "N-no, I remember," you said, catching your breath. "I remember, Kei-kun."

  "Then say it," he said. "Look at me."

  You shivered as his palms swept over your  stomach; as he unfastened your bra, letting it fall down your arms.

  "Look at me when you say it."

  You felt your nipples harden, gooseprickles spread all over you, as the air hit your bare skin, cooling the sweat that made it glisten.

  "Please," he rasped.

  The eyes of the woman in the mirror was hooded, threatening to close as she puffed with each squeeze and caress to her tits, swiveling her hips against her husband’s crotch as he grinded into her. 

  "I will be happy," she said.

  Akaashi nuzzled your temple, using his rough fingers to tease your nipples just as he did, brushing them to and fro, then grazing the bumpy skin around until you're squeaking out his name. 

  And when he began pressing down on the stiff peaks with his thumbs, before rolling and pulling at them, the heels of his palm digging into your tits, you saw the woman claw at her husband's hair, a graceless affair that almost scratched his eye out, making him reach for both her arms to wrap them around his neck. 

  "I- I will..!" Her lips parted in a breathless scream and it was disgusting how lewd she appeared. "I will not run away!"

  The streak of tears on his cheeks touched yours when he kissed you. His lips were soft and warm, his wet tongue gliding in so slowly as he deepened the kiss with a throaty groan.

  His other hand crawled down to your soaked panties. You couldn't contain the mewl that left you.

  Both of you gasped and struggled to breathe again after you parted from each other.  

  "You understand, don't you?" he rasped.   

  Two of his fingers slid down your folds, only to slither back up, then down again, smearing your cunt with its own slick.

  But he never touched your swollen clit, even though it's throbbing and aching to be rubbed and the hard bulge sitting between your ass grew harder the more you squirmed in his hold, whimpering like a bitch in heat.  

  You heard your husband sigh, his hot breath tickling you when he said, "This isn't about you now."

Belly pushed into the edge of the dressing table, rattling and battering against the wall with each forceful thrust, and your leg perched atop it, made numb by Akaashi's grip on your thigh.

  That was the first thing that you could recall when you opened your eyes.

  But your entire body was screaming in pain, so you knew that everything else that happened last night would come back to you soon enough.

  The flesh had a memory of its own. 

  You sat up with a groan and you didn't have to see the marks to know.

  His teeth were still nipping at you, biting you until they drew blood, only to follow with an apologetic lapping of his tongue. 

  You could feel him beneath you, his hands clawing you down to him, palms kneading your ass cheeks as you bounced up and down on his cock.

  You could feel him above you, gripping your wrists not unlike the cuffs that once kept you shackled. He had your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling you close to him, filling you up with loads and loads of cum, squelching every time he sank down your weeping hole.

  And when your vision began to blur at the edges, he carried your body, mere seconds into fainting, to the dressing table. 

  The evidence of that stared back at you in shameful streaks and smudges, traces of your fingers on the mirror when he rammed your cunt from behind.

  "Are you happy?" Akaashi whispered.

  You don't know. 

  When he's just your husband who comes home to your arms and brings you sweets because he knows how much you love them; who dances with you in the kitchen and listens intently to you when you talk about that cute dog you saw at the park, were you happy, then?

  You don't know, but the woman in the mirror, in that moment, surely was.

  She even said, "Yes, yes, Kei-kun, right there, fuck me right there!"

  Her pupils were blown wide, eyes rolling almost over to the back of her head. And despite the cries that escaped her, there was a wide, dissipated smile on her lips,  spit trailing down her chin.

  "Look at you," Akaashi said, grunting when your walls tightened around his shaft. "You're clearly happy with me."

  "So why? Why'd you even think of leaving?" He rocked his hips, grinding his thick cock against that spot that had you holding onto the mirror. "Don't ever do that to me again." 

  You told him no, no, you won't run away again, but it didn't seem to placate his unease, nor his tears.

  "I'm so scared, everyday, that you'll leave me and- and- it feels like hell. I would rather die." 

  He kissed your nape as he huffed and said, "Because I don't know what I'll do without you."

  You never really understood why; what about you had caused him to single you out in the sea of people that had vied for his attention. Especially now as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

  There were dark circles under your eyes and Akaashi’s t-shirt was rumpled on your body, engulfing you whole with its size— a far cry from that lovely, dazzling bride that his best friend, Bokuto, had described you as on your wedding day. 

  But you’re aware, more than anyone, that Akaashi Keiji is the last person to care about appearances. 

  When he entered the room, carrying a tray in his hands, he gazed at that disheveled girl with eyebags big enough to be dragged around the same way he looked at her when he waited for her at the end of the aisle.

  “I made you pancakes,” he muttered, clearing his throat as he sat down beside you.

  You were tired so it didn’t dawn on you as quickly as it should that he made them the way you preferred. Four fluffy pieces stacked atop one another, sprinkled with powdered sugar, whipped cream and a smattering of berries on the side.

  He fiddled with his fingers when you only stared at it, so you immediately took the fork in your hand and sliced the pancake in half.

  “I’ll be taking some time off work,” Akaashi said as you took the food in your mouth. You only nodded, having noticed that he wasn’t wearing the usual bespoke suit as soon as he entered the room.

  You felt him near you; felt his hand, warm to touch, cup your face.

  “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” His eyes were misty and, this close, it seemed that he, too, wasn’t in a good shape. “So please-” Akaashi licked his chapped lips, “Please don’t go.”

  “I won’t,” you replied, giving him the smile that you knew he needed. “I promise.”

  Then, as you moved to kiss him on the cheek, the chains that tethered you to the bedpost clinked softly beneath the blanket, and you didn’t bother to keep the tears at the bay.

  Akaashi wiped them for you when you said that you loved him. And when he asked why, you only shrugged and told him that the pancakes were so sweet that they could make anyone cry. 

[haikwritings]

Despair / Part 05 / Keiji Akaashi

Keiji Alaashi’s POV

“Hey.” Y/n said.

“Hey.” I responded.

I opened the door and let her in.

“We can go to my room—” I said.

“S-Sure.” Y/n responded.

We walked to my room and sit down.

“H-How have you been?” I asked.

She looked at me and gave me a little smile.

“I-I have been great, Akaashi.” She responded.

“I-I’m glad you’re okay.” I responded.

“How have you been?” Y/n asked.

I smiled at her.

“I feel a little better.” I responded.

She looked me in the eyes.

“So, what did you do yesterday?” I asked.

Why did I sound so obvious?

“I-I didn’t do much.” Y/n responded.

Why wasn’t she telling me anything about Bokuto?

“What did you do?” I asked.

Seeming like I was very interested.

“I woke up, had breakfast, got to school, read, studied— nothing much.” Y/n responded sweetly.

Why wasn’t she saying anything?

“Nothing else?” I asked.

At this point it was obvious.

“After school, I went to study.” Y/n responded.

My heart was beating fast.

“W-With who?” I asked.

She looked at me weirdly.

“Kōtarō.” Y/n said softly.

I sighed.

“Is everything okay?” Y/n asked.

“Y-Yeah.” I responded.

“We had a good time.” Y/n said.

Is this how you felt?

“I-I’m glad.” I said.

When I broke your heart in pieces?

“How’s your life?” Y/n asked.

Were the pieces still there?

“Not very interesting.” I responded.

“How come? How’s your team? Your girlfriend?” Y/n asked.

Girlfriend...

“G-Girlfriend?” I asked.

She looked at me confused.

“Y-Yeah? Himari?” Y/n said.

She didn’t know.

“We broke up eleven months ago.” I said.

She was perplexed to say the least.

“I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.” Y/n said.

She was nervous.

“Is okay.” I responded.

We stayed quiet for bit.

“The team has never been better.” I said.

Breaking the awkarness and silence left in the air.

“R-Really?” Y/n asked.

I giggled.

“We have had a lot of practice.” I responded.

Because I want to take them.

“We have improved in our serves.” I said.

And I want to put them back.

“We’re creating new quick attacks.” I said.

I want to fix the damage I have caused.

“Karasuno’s quick attacks are amazing, we should have them too.” I said.

Y/n giggled and smiled.

I want to have you next to me.

“How do you see the other teams?” Y/n asked.

“I get along with them.” I responded.

I want to be able to hold you.

“Is been a rollercoaster.” I said.

I want to be able to touch you.

“But practice has been worth it.” I said.

I want to be able to warmth you.

“Is really beautiful.” Y/n said.

“What?” I asked.

“Your devotion for volleyball.” Y/n said.

I smiled.

I want to be able to kiss you.

“Thank you for today.” Y/n said as she walk to the door.

“I really had a good time.” I said.

She smiled.

“See you on Monday?” Y/n asked.

“See you on Monday.” I repeated.

I want to have you back.

On Monday, I arrived early than usual.

Hoping to see her.

“A little early I see.” Akinori said.

“Y-Yeah.” I responded.

“Reason?” Haruki asked.

“Just wanted to change my routine.” I lied.

“Sure.” Akinori said sarcastically.

I started walking around school, I needed to find her.

I want to look at you.

“I can take you home today.” I heard Bokuto say.

I looked at the corner and saw him with Y/n.

His hand was on the wall.

Covering her body with his own.

“You don’t have to.” Y/n said softly.

“I can take you, is no problem.” Bokuto said.

She was a blushing mess.

I haven’t seen her like that in ages.

“But I have practice. So you can watch me practice if you want.” Bokuto said.

He got a little embarrassed.

“B-But is okay if you don’t want to.” Bokuto said as he blushed.

He was starting to get nervous.

“Kou.” Y/n said.

Did she make a nickname for him?

“I would love to see you practice.” Y/n said and smiled.

His smile grew wider.

“T-Thank you.” Bokuto said.

He took his backpack and her backpack.

“Let me walk you to class.” Bokuto said.

She smiled and blushed.

They started to walk away.

I want to look at you, but I don’t want to look you with someone else.

“Man, are you okay?” Tatsuki asked.

I tried eating lunch, but my hunger was no longer there.

“Have you seen Bokuto?” Yamato asked.

“No, sorry.” Wataru answered.

“He missed lunch again?” Yamato asked.

“He must be very busy.” Tatsuki said.

“Yeah, right.” Akinori said sarcastically.

I looked around.

There wasn’t a sign of her.

“Stop being so sarcastic.” Wataru said.

“Is obvious that he is with the little bean.” Akinori said.

Everyone stayed quiet.

“I mean, you’re not wrong.” Tatsuki said.

“Yeah, I saw them walking today.” Yamato said.

Is this the pain you felt?

At practice, everyone saw Bokuto and Y/n.

“Sit here. I will be checking up on you.” Bokuto said.

She just smiled and nodded.

As I was about to walk towards her, Akinori grabbed my shoulder.

“Akaashi.” Akinori said.

“W-What?” I said.

“You need to stop what you’re doing.” Akinori said.

I pushed his hand from my shoulder.

I started walking towards her.

“Hey.” I said.

She smiled.

“Hello, Akaashi.” Y/n said.

Can you feel my pain?

“I- I didn’t see you today at lunch.” I said.

She smiled.

“I- I don’t eat lunch at the dinning room.” Y/n said.

I looked at her eyes.

“I spent my lunch and breaks at the library.” Y/n said.

Maybe I should go to the library more often.

“I was with Bokuto.” Y/n said.

My heart stopped.

“Oh.” I said.

“He spent lunch with me at the library.” Y/n said happily.

Can you see the pain in my eyes?

“Maybe you should come visit.” Y/n said innocently.

Does a heartbreak feels like this?

“Akaashi, practice on your serves with Akinori.” Bokuto said.

I smiled at her and left.

Because if it is, I hate it.

As we finished practice, Bokuto was already beside her.

“Your quick attack was great.” Y/n said to him softly.

He blushed.

“You think so?” Bokuto asked.

She nodded and smiled.

“T-Thanks.” Bokuto said shyly.

I hate seeing you with someone else.

“You like her.” Akinori said.

I looked at him.

“N-No. You’re getting the wrong idea.” I responded.

“Are you calling me stupid?” Akinari asked.

I rolled my eyes.

I hate myself for not being able to say that I want you.

Bokuto took her backpack.

“Let’s walk you home, shall we?” Bokuto asked.

Y/n smiled and walked beside him.

I hate seeing you with someone else.

The next morning, I arrived earlier than yesterday.

“What are doing here?” Yamato asked.

“I study here?” I said sarcastically.

“You’re never this early.” Yamato said.

“Yeah, whatever.” I said.

I continued walking around the school.

Accidentally stumbling with Bokuto.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Bokuto said.

I looked at him.

“Akaashi? You’re early.” Bokuto said.

And so does he.

“I would say the same.” I said.

“You got me there.” Bokuto said and giggled.

I looked around him and didn’t see her.

“Important exam?” Bokuto said

Should I lie?

“Y-Yeah. Just wanted to study for a little bit.” I lied.

Bokuto just smiled.

“What about you?” I asked.

He started to blushed.

“To see Y/n.” Bokuto said.

I hate it.

“Study section?” I asked.

“Sometimes.” Bokuto answered.

What did he meant?

“I like her company.” Bokuto said.

As I was about to talk, I heard a familiar voice.

“Kou.” Y/n called.

She was behind him.

Bokuto moved and saw her.

“Akaashi?” Y/n asked.

I smiled and waved.

“You both are really early.” Y/n said.

Why are we so obvious?

“A miracle, I know.” Bokuto answered.

He lowered himself and kissed her cheek.

She blushed.

“Good morning.” Bokuto said.

I hate the idea of you with someone else.

“I-I will be seeing you later.” I said.

Walking away from this horrible scene.

I hate the idea of not kissing you.

Concentrating in class was more difficult.

“Are you day dreaming or really concentrated?” Akinori.

“I-I don’t know.” I answered.

He rolled his eyes.

I looked next to me.

Seeing Bokuto happily doing his homework.

“You should be happy for him.” Akinari said.

I hate the idea of seeing you with someone else.

“He is happy.” Akinari said.

“I am.” I said.

Why don’t I get to have you?

At practice, everything was the same.

He sat you in the bench, next to his stuff.

He would often check on you.

It was a nightmare.

What did he had?

“Oh, I see now.” Himari said.

She walked next to me while seeing Bokuto talked with Y/n.

“Now you’re the one seeing from the side lines.” Himari said.

She was a little to blunt sometimes.

“I have to say, I didn’t see it coming.” Himari said.

What did she meant?

“I thought you both were going to end up together.” Himari said.

What did he had?

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[hiro-gari]

Watching this short clip of newest music video from Wataru Hatano (Badd’s VA), made me thinking:

What most people don’t know yet is that Badd can actually sings beautifully.

Garou discovered this trivial fact when he heard Badd singing in the shower. His voice range is also good: Badd could do from lullaby or mellow-sounded songs to the screamo metal songs.

Badd usually does the lullaby singing whenever there’s thunderstorm at their place and Zenko was afraid to sleep alone, hence Badd calming Zenko down and made her feels safe with his singing. Garou also likes to lie beside Badd when he was lullabying Zenko and couldn’t help but loving his soothing voice so much.

The latter only when he got frustated after finishing annoying missions, like being snobbish executive’s bodyguard or encountering troublesome monsters. It was hilarious everytime Badd does that kind of screamo singing, Garou was wondering if they should just forming a rock or metal band together instead of doing heroes’ duty.

One time he sings Amai Mask’s song because he always (or forced to) listening Zenko’s favorite playlist on daily basis. Garou casually commented, “You sure do a much better job than him, babe!” while giving him a genuine adoring smile. Badd took it as the most flattering praise from Garou as he felt encouraged. So from that day on, he would be singing more around Garou, as it could improve their mood: Badd doing his secret hobby more freely without being judged and Garou enjoying his boyfriend’s beautiful voice to the fullest.

Imagine Garou decided to join Badd at singing duets when they have shower together, lmao. Truly chaotic and hilarious but still sounds beautiful.

Then at some point, there was a rather big television studio inviting S-Class heroes to be the guests for their new summer program. The plan was originally only having a talkshow night along with usual interviews, but the studio asking someone among S-Class heroes to be a volunteer singer for a short promotional music video clip.

All of them agreed to attend the talkshow night, but nobody dared to volunteer as a singer. Either too shy/embarassed that they couldn’t sing, have performance anxiety, or don’t like singing at all. Suddenly Garou suggested that Badd would do it since he got a nice voice and wonderful performance acts. Which resulted in Badd being combusted immediately and spluttered on why did Garou exposed his secret ability.

Garou said he wanted people to appreciate him and his skill, that Badd also has good talent beside being a courageous hero. Also, why not seeing the softer side of Metal Bat doing adorable singing performance on TV?

Badd wont admit it but Garou has a real good point, also felt happy that Garou always being a very supportive boyfriend to him. Thus it was decided that Badd would be the volunteer, saving all the S-Class heroes’ face from ruining the genuine offering.

Before the recording days, the TV program gave Badd the script for video performance, the song lyrics, and the demo song sample from the producer. It has summer-vibe theme, coincidentally also suits perfectly to Badd’s real image as a summer boy. Badd thought the song was actually pretty cute and high-spirited, too. He was sure he could do it easily with some improvisation acting, based on what he feels about the song lyrics.

Badd only needed 2 days (in his sparetime after daily hero patrol) to memorize the song and singing it perfectly. Of course Garou never missed to watch Badd’s practices at home or at the studio, as he always accompanied Badd on each scheduled time.

The recording day has come, imagine Badd’s performance for the song was like in the video above, just like what Wataru Hatano did.. 🎤🎶🌻☀

Everyone was very satisfied with Badd’s surprisingly skillful singing performance, including Garou who was so proud of him from outside recording room. He immediately gave Badd standing ovation on the spot, then hugging him tightly and kissing him passionately once Badd finished the recording session in front of people. PDA be damned Garou just wanted to appreciate his smol amazing lover.

The short music video was officially aired during the talkshow night, shocking both the whole audiences at the studio (including the S-Class heroes) or audiences from home who watched the live TV program (like Zenko). It was surprisingly also got so many views and likes when the video was uploaded at Ytube, not to mention being shared a lot on multiple social medias. Until Badd’s MV become the trending topic for 2 weeks straight, beating Amai Mask’s own newly released MV at that month.

People have been asking Badd if he would ever consider a singing career outside his current job. Badd answered he was actually feel comfortable and satisfied working as an S-Class hero. That no matter how hard and dangerous it seems, he still proud of his job. It’s what he means to be: saving people’s life. So, the answer is a Big No.

Badd only consider singing as his hobby, not his job. Besides, his singing voice is only reserved for his special people in his heart: Zenko and Garou. Only both of them who get free pass on enjoying his voice. Badd ended his public speech by giving a lingering soft kiss on Garou’s cheek and tender yet bright smile, saying that he’s very grateful for having such a supportive boyfriend on his side..

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How was it? I hope the headcanon doesn’t sounds too weird hehe 😅💦

Since knowing Badd’s VA is Wataru Hatano, who often singing some anime’s OST beside voicing characters, I was thinking what if Badd also can sing beautifully like him?? 😳💕

If Amai Mask who is voiced by the famous Mamoru Miyano can sing in canon as an idol hero, why not Badd, too?? Since Wataru Hatano is also quite famous for his singing voice, y'know.. 👀✨

Besides, I think Garou would absolutely indulging on listening Badd’s beautiful voice at every possible chance, encouraging him even joined singing along with Badd happily. Just being lovable dumbass couple together, lmao!

As always, big thank you for: @hiro-gari, @the-goddessfighter, @kaincuro, @guby1620, @garous-nipple, @jusqu-une-etudiante, and @lovelybutnot-ablankcanvas, also ofc all of Batarou shippers in the fandom! 😆❤💜💙💖🌸🌻🌷💐

I know I’m just a very amateur writer who couldn’t ever make impressionable writing, which usually resembled like some shitposting, I’m so sorry for that. But I hope you still enjoyed this silly headcanon of mine :“”) Have nice days, guys~ 😌💕💓

-Little1993lamb-

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~Lilia:

first of all exCUSE me I had no idea this was Badd’s VA omfg he’s??? amazing?? I love him 😭💖

Omg Badd singing lullabies to Zenko that’s so soft🥺🥺 his voice is deep and soothing he’d be so relaxing to listen to awww

asfdksdkfs Garou totally volunteered him with NO hesitation 😂😂 Yaaaas Badd >>>> Amai 👏😤 like sure they’ve both got good vocals but Amai’s personality is... you know... So happy Badd put him in his place even if it was only for a couple weeks, Garou gotta be so proud :’)

Thank you so much this is cute as hell asgdjskks 💕 DW anon I love your headcanons !!

[brocon-dead-fan-in-dead-fandom]

Ukyo REAL CANON facts (to be updated the day I'll be able to use Tumblr. Correctly

I love Ukyo so much haha (will try to do the other bros promised) but it doesn't seem people love my hubby as much TT.

I did these by binge reading the game translation and rewatching the anime! So I might have misunderstood or misread some sentences... I'm sorry haha err.

So here, stuff nobody asked...

Was always mistaken for a girl when he was little. Regardless of how manly he dressed he was always confused as a girl. (And hated it 😂)

Embarrassed of his butt because it is round and soft like a peach. He even called it Momo🍑 (Peach in Japanese).

Doesn't like sweet things.

Soba noodle obssesed. (He even started to make them himself. And when he starts... it never ends)

Closed pervert.

Competitive af.

Jealous and possesive af.

Good-Two-Shoes Sexually repressed man

Hot blooded man (like Tsubaki and Yuusuke)

Dislikes bad manners (such as spying, looking through his stuff without permission)

Had no high school friends in high school and always studied in the school library alone TT

Has made friends in college and some are his co-workers

Dated a stinky, disgusting, individual called Amamiya Reiko in college. That bitch was a last year and he was just behind her. When he heard rumors that the hoe was cheating on him with older lawyers. She confirmed the rumors and finally revealed she was doing that for status, knowledge and connections. Ukyo failed his exams and got to a smaller firm while the slut git in a bigger firm with bigger cases and income? Ukyo hates that part of his life. And finds himself pitful

Masaomi says he's bad at reading women

Seems to dislike video games

Loves reading books about law and ?

Isn't close to any of his brothers TT (not Hikaru. He literally hates Hikaru because he makes fun of him and embarass him? Hikaru is closer to Kaname)

He wants the best for his brothers (he loves them but there all "fools"😂 )

Quiet frank I have to say, he doesn't turn around the pot?

The moment he nags get ready to not hear the end of it (apparently horns grow out whenever he gets pissed)

Ukyo came to know about Iori's ex girlfriend story recently and is very worried about him

Finds Kaname reliable (for some reason more than Masaomi too)

Jealous of Kaname because of his popularity with women

Looks out for Wataru a lot since he's the youngest

Very good tutor and teacher

Quiet stubborn (if your sad and you don't want to tell him what makes you dad he will use his lawyer skills, mommy skills, brother skills even promises to make you talk. Will evn tell you he'll kiss you of you don't talk. He's very good at it apparently.)

Don't lie infront of him. Sixth Sense+ lawyer powers

Great listener

Very observant (Fuuto nicknames him 4 eyes)

His type is reliant and hardworking woman. He seems to like cute expressions. Someone attentive

Likes to watch Musicals and classics

Doesn't like romance books because he can't understand nor sympathise with the characters

Indecency makes him irritated/pissed haha as if he wasn't lowkey about his

Would literally hit you with a frying pan

Is the type to come wayyy to earlier to a place you both decided to meet up

Is very busy with the house chores and his job

Would ~punish~ you for misbehaving

Always wakes up first

Seems to have a sadistic streak

Strict with his brothers grades

Nicknamed Kyou-nii by his younger bros

He is a "fearsome figure" in the eyes of his younger brothers also one of the reasons why he isn't close to anyone

Favorite tea is Barley Tea

Can play piano

Bye byeee 🦑 have a nice day!