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boyfhees · 2 years

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WHEN YOU'RE JEALOUS

ft. oikawa, kuroo, tsukishima, suna, akaashi, osamu

w. don't know mate lmk if you spot any

OIKAWA

"what was that for?" you ask, pointing at the box of chocolates as he stuffs them in his bag. "oh these? i helped a classmate with one of the assignments so she wanted to thank me," oikawa replies, missing the sour look on your face. "yeah okay, let's go," albeit, it didn't take him long to notice the pout on your face as you walk a few steps ahead of him, unlike usually. "are you jealous?" he asks mockingly, nudging your shoulders. "am not," — "you are," — "am not," — "you are," — "i am not jealous, 'ru." he pauses, looking at you as you avoid eye contact with him. "then you wouldn't mind if i eat the chocolates, and help her more frequently, right?" you shoot him a glare, blinking away just as quickly before walking again. "yeah, whatever," — "see, you are jealous ! oh my god, and you called me lame for being jealous over that boy last week !"

KUROO

he may deny it, but kuroo gets jealous easily. it doesn't even have to be a human, you can fawn over a character and manage to get him jealous. of course, he's good at hiding it, but you're even better at catching on with the taunting remarks. so when he notices your glare possibly burning holes on the florists back, he knows it's his time to shine. "can i get your numbe—" she asks, only for you to cut in the next second. "no. my boyfriend doesn't have a phone," you blurt out, completely ignoring that kuroo has been holding his phone in his hand. he laughs, putting hand around your shoulders, "i'm sorry, apparently i don't have a phone." you're quick to leave the scene before he catches up to your pace, eyes sparkling with teasing remarks. "jealous now, are we?" he mocks, earning a scoff in return. "shut up," — "jealously is a disease, yn. get well soon."

TSUKISHIMA

one thing you didn't expect today was some random girl crash your date with tsukishima after he helped her with certain things. and while it's clear that she's thanking him but it has been ten minutes and you're growing impatient. ( not to mention, you've got bookings for a movie ) so, you just stand at the distance, watching him as he's trying his best to have his way out of the conversation. "by the way, do you have a s/o?" she asks, a little too loudly and kei has never seen you so raged, or to put it in better words, restless. "yeah, they're standing there." and with that, he walks up to you, drinks in his hands as he passes one to you. "maybe if you'd've helped me, you wouldn't have to wait so long," he snickers as you roll your eyes. "actually, i thought you wanted to watch the movie with her." — "are you jealous?" you know he doesn't need an answer to know that you are.

SUNA

fortunately, or actually unfortunately enough, for you, suna is no stranger to confessions, compliments, or even flirty remarks. and usually, he dismisses them knowing that you don't want to see people hitting on him. however, this time he was having a blast watching you glare at the barista as she flirted with him while he made the payments. "can we meet up sometime—" she asks, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears which makes you roll your eyes and prompts you to interrupt the two. "no," you pause, standing next to suna. "my boyfriend isn't interested." you feel him chuckle next to him, brows furrowing at the sight of the barista breaking into giggles. "yeah no, pretty, it's a prank. just wanted to see your reaction," he clarifies, his words followed by a swift apology from the other girl as you snicker before pushing him away. "you suck," — "didn't see you complaining when she was asking me out."

AKAASHI

you feel your patience running thin with every second that akaashi spends with the girl from his physics class. it's not like you have a problem with him interacting with other people, but you do have a problem with her because she's clearly trying to flirt, very well aware that you're dating him. "keiji, shall we go?" you interrupt, lacing your hands with his. "let's meet on sunday—" she speaks but you beat her to it. "we're going on a date on sunday." cue akaashi going '???' with his eyes wide open because out of everything, a date was never on the list for weekends ( not like he complains, though ) good for you, she left without anymore questions, though with a bitter expression but you couldn't care less. "these people need to accept the truth that you're taken and stop flirting." you mumble, followed by his giggles as you send him a confused stare. "what's so funny?" and he laughs even more at your expression. "you're jealous." — "i'm not!" — "oh my god, you're jealous. i'm telling bokuto," he's isn't letting you live that down.

OSAMU

you've had enough of people confessing to him every other day, just because your relationship was private. well, it was your decision, and you already regret it. so when you spot another girl approaches him with a box of chocolates, you're quick to rush to the scene, wrapping your hands around his arms before shooting her a forced smile. "he appreciates the effort, but we're dating," first of all, he's shook because first, you're suddenly announcing the relationship publicly, and secondly, you're jealous, which is new for him. the girl leaves on her own accord after apologising, thankfully, and that's when osamu turns towards you, shooting a perplexed look. "you're jealous." you kind of dislike how he states it as matter of fact, especially with a straight face that morphs into a taunting expression within seconds. "what do you mean?" he chuckles at this newly found side of yours. "i just lost a bet with tsumu because i said you don't get jealous," — "you both made bets on this?" — "my money, yn."

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yeonniesblog · 1 year

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“y/n stop acting like you are in a velocity edit" akaashi sighs, putting down his pen on the table, he was just trying to complete his assignment which was due this week but God forbid if you would let him.

you huff out in annoyance, your boyfriend is so annoying, so what if you were swaying to the beats in a slow motion when you stumbled upon a catchy tiktok audio, it's not like you forget your earphones at home intentionally.

and not to mention you should be the one who is mad, if it wasn't for the pretty mouth canceling your date's plan you swear you would have thrown hands on your busy boyfriend.

and honestly you are doing him a favor by letting him be in your presence, flipping your hair back you feed your ego with your own thoughts.

akaashi sighs, he can already tell what your narcissistic ass might be thinking, he turns his chair around, now facing you. “come here” he mumbles softly, your quirk your brows, hmm fishy.

but you still waddle quickly to him, his chair is pressed against his desk, and he taps his laps. you stop infront of him, giving him a icky expression as a response to his tap.

“what? are you trying to copy atsumu and his side chicks?” akaashi has a quick flashback of the star setter with his random hookup as soon as you mentioned the name, his expression changes to being disgusted in a second.

“first of all no” he clearly remembers the girl sticking to atsumu as a glue on his lap and using too much tongue while making out, Infront of everyone at the party, no he doesn't wants to recreate that. “and second of all, weren't your craving for my attention”

“well you should ofcourse return it since you stole all my attention, you fuckin’ robber ” you sit yourself on his lap, putting your weight on him hesitantly, but he cradles you so swifty in his arms that you swear you get weak in the knees. sza was right, you needed a big boy, akaashi is your big boy.

“cheesy” he chuckles, even though he admits you are cheesy as fuck but he can't help but break a smile at what you say with that cute angry pout.

he grabs your ass pulling you closer, fuck this guy will make you horny unintentionally, if his hands just rides a little above, a littl— “but stop saying those stuff to me though” akaashi continues, interuppting your unholy thoughts.

“huh? oh. what stuff” you burrow your eyebrows.

“stuff that makes me wanna kiss the hell out of you” he says it so nonchalantly like, like it didn't just leave your cheeks to become tinted red, you tug at his short messy hair.

“who is the cheesy one now” you hit his arms softly, god even his muscles are hot.

“you always leave me feeling giddy and shit” you roll yours eyes, holding his face in your hands “and superrr horny but that's beside the point” a grin breaks out on his pretty lips as a response to your confession.

akaashi keiji smiles really occasionally but when he does, you swear he has you swooning over his feet, his blue eyes follow yours through his glasses and there is a comfortable silent hanging in the room with you too being so close.

“fuck I love your face” you grip his cheeks like he is some kind of a baby.

“then sit on it”

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torhues · 1 year

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DRUNK PROPOSALS !

ft : miya atsumu, keiji akaashi, oikawa tooru

warnings : satirical mentions of dying, pregnancy, fem reader in atsumu's ( im sorry idk how to execute that idea gender neutrally ?? )

note : reader and boys r already in a relationship, this is ab marriage proposals help

MIYA ATSUMU

KEIJI AKAASHI

OIKAWA TOORU

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dabiekql · 1 year

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HQ Akaashi - Y/N Getting in Accident (Angst to Fluff)

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Imagine Y/n getting into an accident that she had to be hospitalized, but it just happened to be when Akaashi was out of town due to work. Y/n debates whether or not she should contact and inform Akaashi about her situation, but she decided to go against it since she didn't want to bother him. Also, it wasn't like she was dying, she should be released soon. She thought it wasn't much of a big deal.

However, her being silent doesn't mean that Akaashi won't be informed of her situation. She forgot about that part that she was shock when her door opened with a loud bang, revealing Akaashi who was out of breath.

"Keiji...?" Y/n called out his name in shock. "What are you doing here? How about work? How did you know I was here?"

When Akaashi looked up, Y/n bit her lips and looked away from him. She saw how he was at the verge of breaking down. She didn't mean to cause him any worries. She felt fine, so she didn't contact him, but apparently that wasn't what Akaashi wanted.

"Why...?" Akaashi mumbled as he approached her. When y/n looked at him hesitantly, he kneeled beside her bed and held her hands tightly. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Y/n opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn't really form any words as she didn't know what to say exactly. Should she be honest? Or should she apologize first?

At her hesitation, Akaashi's grip tightened. "Am I that unreliable? Am I nothing to you?"

"No, of course not!" Y/n said in a hurry. "I... I just... I'm sorry..."

At her apology, Akaashi let out a shaky breath before speaking. "Please... Do you know how I felt when I heard from someone else that you were in an accident? The fact that I wasn't there for you as soon as you woke up, it just broke my heart..."

"I'm sorry, Keiji..." Y/n said in a low voice. "I just didn't want to bother you since you were out of town and I felt fine, so I thought it wasn't significant."

"Everything about you is significant... So please, don't keep these things from me. Tell me..." Akaashi said with pleading voice. "I want to be there for you. To be able to support you, to be someone you can rely on. I want to be your pillar."

Y/n felt her eyes turning teary at his words as she nodded. At her actions, Akaashi sighed in relief before hugging her tightly.

It was like everything went back to normal after this incident, but this somewhat have traumatized Akaashi that he developed the habit to video call rather than messaging her since she can just lie through text. But he will still message her even more frequently to check up on her and tries not to go out of town, making sure he was beside her. At the same time, he will take care of her even more than he used to, keeping a hawk eye on her.

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mchlgayser · 1 year

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✮ us against the problem ft akaashi keiji

synopsis: Being in a three-year-old relationship with your boyfriend is never a hard task considering how collected, composed, and matured he can be.

─── ୨୧ warning: slight angst, and miscommunication

─── ୨୧ notes: I got my heart broken once again, by a different guy 💔 this pain is unbearable and to stabilize my mental, I'm doing a drabble of the loml akaashi. Question: where to find an Akaashi Keiji? Comment your ideas! ... And feedback, thank you, and happy reading xoxo.

It was supposed to be a date, a date both you and Akaashi planned. A date to reconnect you both after weeks away from each other. It wasn't a problem for Akaashi since he's rarely going out for work but works at home instead but it was the otherwise for you, you are a flight attendant, always traveling and not home but today you supposed to be back after almost two weeks staying in London, England but a scene broke off that you had delayed your way home two days after. To make matter worse, you accidentally lost your phone at the airport during your work hours.

You've had to try calling him a few times but he wasn't picking up. After the problem was solved you didn't waste a single minute but to get home fast. You need to see your boyfriend. He might be getting worried about your whereabouts and well-being. The next wink, you entered the apartment, you could almost sense the clouded-over surroundings, the curtains is not pushed or tucked away like usual. It was dimmed. You put aside the luggage and stroll to your bedroom. The bathroom is running, so you assumed that he was bathing. You sit on the bed hitting yourself with a strong minty cologne of his. That sweet, peppermint smell hints at a tinge of his lavender-flavored shampoo.

As soon as the faucet closed, you stood up straight like you are in the military. The bathroom door slid open and his sight came into view. His half-bare and damp sight with a clean towel top his disheveled hair. He stops on his tracks, eyes moving from your feet to your face. You croak a nervous smile his way but he stood there, not saying anything.

You try to put on your acts, trying not to be so obvious by the fact that you are overwhelmed by his presence after nearly a month of not seeing each other.

'I missed you.' You said, eyes moving around the room watching him rummage through the closet to put on his shirt and short pant 'Yeah, me too.' He throws aside the towel on the bed and moves outside leaving you in utter disbelief. You try to maintain your cool despite the anger and heat building up in you. You stare at the spot he was at earlier, and pick up the towel he tossed away to go and shower, yourself.

You've had to compose your emotion, after bathing you strut your way to his on the couch 'Why are you like this? Are you fine?' You put the back of your palm to his forehead and he lets you be before he momentarily yanks his face 'I was worried, sick. I wonder where could've you been? Why haven't you answered my calls, and why you ditched me on that date? I was... Worried.' You try to reason with yourself but he cuts you off 'Do you know I was worried! And...! That date, was supposed to be our date, the one you promise to be at to spend our time together. You know, these days, it's fewer attempts from you to reconnect us again...' A hitch breath stuck on your throat, it's tight and suffocating. One more word coming from him, you are sure you'll break down in guilt.

Tears began to form in your eyes, you tilt your head back to dry the tear off and wipe the access 'I... I'm sorry... Something happened that day, when I was supposed to get back and my phone... I lost it, I try calling you a few times using co-worker's phone but you didn't pick up... I'm sorry... I'm sorry Keiji, I'm sorry that it seems like I haven't done enough these past weeks, I'm so, so sorry... I will do better-' He immediately brings an arm around you, his palm on your torso to pull you closer. The tears you fight back so greatly earlier fell like endless rain. You clutch on his shirt as you sobs from guilt and fatigue.

Once you calmed down, Akaashi push you away just a few inches to get a closer look at your face, your eyes swollen and tear-stained, your nose red and almost runny. You sniffle and groan at the same time, your nose clogged from crying and you try to unblock it with a harsh stroke of your nose. He took your balling fists, gripping them and bringing them closer to his cheek, his thumbs caressing the back of your palms and occasionally left kisses on your hand.

'My fault. I didn't hear your side of the story at first but can't help by feeling upset. That was so unlike me. I guarantee you, it'll never happen again. Sorry, Y/n.' You jump on him, hands on his neck burying your face in between his shoulder and collarbone.

'We are both at fault but partially mine if you think about it, and it's okay to show your unusual self to me. I fell in love with you who are you, not only the perfect, mature, and composed Keiji.' He fondled your back leaving featherlight kisses on your neck and down your shoulder.

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basilly · 2 years

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"what should i do with this box?"

akaashi keiji stood at the front door of your new apartment, a large box in hand. he was kind to help you move in, even with his hectic schedule. from your spot in the kitchen, you gestured towards the hallway.

"you can put that one in the spare room, thanks keiji."

he only nodded before making his way over. placing the box along the edge of the walls, he brushed his hair out of eyes and adjusted his glasses.

lifting the flaps, he began to unpack the box's contents. rumaging near the bottom, his fingertips felt a soft fabric, almost fleece-like. once he had pulled the item out, he immedately smiled.

he gently held the small bear plush, lightly brushing over its soft features. it was brown with a cute little red bow tied at its neck. akaashi had won this ages ago for you at the fair after noticing that you had been eyeing it all evening.

that was one of the first times the two of you hung out in high school just by yourselves, without bokuto or your friends. pushing himself off the ground, he went to go find you.

"y/n- you still have this?" "hm?"

you looked up from unloading the boxes of dishware, seeing the bear in his hands. feeling your face heat up, you panic.

"where did you find that?" "in the box i was taking to the spare room. i didn't know you kept this." "well.. of course. i mean, it was like the first thing anyone's ever won for me at a fair game and it's from you. it has a lot of good memories."

he takes a couple steps forward, enveloping you in a hug.

"keiji?" "sorry i think that it's so cute."

akaashi keiji swore then and there he was going to confess soon, how could he resist anymore after all these years?

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uzuikyo · 1 year

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𓄷 10:02 ✦ akaashi keiji x f!chubby!reader

ﾒ̼ fluff, suggestive

ﾒ̼ NOT PROOFREAD !! akaashi’s a tease, making out, flirty ass mfs

“i’m so bloated,” you announced, pouting as you sat on the couch beside akaashi who was scrolling through his phone. you looked down at your belly, lightly squeezing and patting the flesh that was out and exposed because of how your fitted top was rolled up.

you glared at your boyfriend when he wasn’t acknowledging you and decided to annoy him by laying face down on his lap. “what are you so busy for that you aren’t even paying attention?” akaashi finally looked down on you, putting his phone down. “i would rather watch tiktok videos than deal with your whiny ass.” you knew it was meant as a joke, so you just rolled your eyes.

“i’m not! i was just saying how bloated i am,” you replied, “also i didn’t even know you have tiktok. i thought you said they were boring?” you raised an eyebrow, grinning. “shut up..” he mumbled and you squealed when you felt his big hands squeeze the back of your thighs. “keiji!” you laughed, trying to slap his hand away. “your fault for laying down on me like that.” you rolled your eyes at his reply.

“pervert.” akaashi narrowed his eyes as you just giggled, pulling yourself up and straddling him. “only for you,” he winked and you internally screamed when you felt his hands on your love handles. “c’mere.” akaashi pulled you down on his lap before giving you a quick peck in which you pouted after, trying to feel and receive more. your hands making their way under your man’s shirt.

“who’s the pervert now?” you ignored his teasing and leaned in for a real kiss this time, biting his lower lip and pulling away. the action making your hips unintentionally grind against his and a small groan emitted from akaashi’s mouth. “you drive me crazy, woman.”

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader #akaashi smut #haikyuu smut #akaashi fic #haikyuu fanfiction #hq fluff #uzuikyo #uzuikyo.haikyuu

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tojicity · 2 years

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hmm thinking about akaashi making you hump your pillow as he sits back against the headboard and watches you after you tried to get his attention one too many times while he was working. he lazily palms himself through his pants but won’t help you or let you touch him, yet alone kiss you, as punishment for not being patient and listening to him when he told you ‘not now, i’m working’ even if you whine and beg him to help you out. enjoys watching you desperately try to satisfy your own sloppy wet cunt with tears in your eyes. when you come undone and wet the pillow underneath you while moaning his name, he will however leave featherlight kisses all over your face </333

#</333 #i luv him so much #he will change ur pillows sheet too after u get it all wet and messy #hopes u learned ur lesson but let’s be real u didn’t #my bebi #will do anything for him </33 #akaashi keiji smut #akaashi fic #akaashi smut #akaashi x y/n #akaashi x reader #akaashi fluff #akaashi headcanons #akaashi keiji x reader #haikyuu smut

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classyinnie · 2 years

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𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬; 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮

content: Keiji Akaashi x reader — how Akaashi would comfort a mentally drained, overthinking reader | hurt/comfort, established relationship | 1.0k words

warnings: mentions of burnout and stress

notes: Write comfort fics for when you need comfort >>>

[7:37 p.m.]

At the peak of hopelessness, you hunched over your work area. Opened in front of you were files of unfinished artworks. However, despite the flashes of color and potential references, you couldn’t think of something to create.

The submission for your client was tomorrow night. You've been working on this project for a week and still haven't produced a favorable outcome. You have several drafts, but none of them are adequate or even close to workable.

You wished to pause time for a moment to catch your breath. Close all browser windows and relax in the comforting presence of your husband – who is situated behind you on the bed, busy with work. He’s sporting an old sweater and has his working glasses on, making him look cozier than he already is. You desired - no, required - a break, but you cannot afford to waste time.

So, grudgingly, you pull yourself together and scroll through the number of unpolished drafts. Hoping and praying that a sliver of creativity will enter your burnt-out mind.

[9:50 p.m.]

Akaashi brings you a sandwich, sliced apples, and a cup of hot tea. You looked at the clock and were surprised to see that it had already been 2 hours. A sense of dread rose in your chest.

Akaashi kisses your brow while leaning in to inspect your work. "That looks incredible, hon." He says while lightly stroking your hair. You close your eyes and relish in the feeling, desperate to succumb to the grip of sleep. "Please don't overwork yourself, okay?"

You have to force yourself to nod. “Okay. You too.”

Akaashi hums before returning to his editorial proposals. Looking back at your work, you couldn't see what he meant by "incredible". All you could point out were flaws and squandered opportunities. Every line and color on the screen screams mediocre.

At this point, you were beyond worried about what your client would think. They trusted you, and in return, you are giving them a piece of rubbish.

You are running out of time.

You rub your eyes, willing the exhaustion to leave. In desperation, you try to arrange the elements on the screen, seeking to fix the compositions.

The color scheme is revolting. There's almost nothing to look at.

Aware of the worst possible outcomes, the weariness of looking at the same things over and over again and not coming up with anything new seemed to weigh heavier than it did. Before you knew it, you were spiraling through the surging panic of endless possibilities of failure.

[10:00 p.m.]

“Akaashi.” You say his name like a plea. As if chanting it would push back the thoughts that were threatening to cave in.

“Yes, love?” He calls out. You remain frozen in the spot. Unable to squeeze out a reply. The bed shifts and Akaashi find himself kneeling beside you. Slowly, he angles your chair so he can see your face better. He holds your cheeks, surprised to feel their coldness, and asks, "What's wrong?"

"I can't do anything right," You say.

He scans your eyes. "That’s not true, you know that. What caused these thoughts, hm?"

You leaned forward to his touch, resting your forehead on his shoulders. Exhausting. It was all so exhausting. So silent yet so loud.

He takes your hand in his and squeezes it, attempting to bring blood and warmth back to your pale skin. “Can you feel this?” He presses his thumb against your palm, gently but firmly enough to draw your attention away from the overwhelming feeling in your chest.

You nod, drawing yourself inexorably closer to him. Akaashi carefully pulls you up and guides you to sit at the side of the bed.

“Fight it off love. It’s not true. I’m right here, I won’t leave.” He says repeatedly as he tucks your head under his chin. His one hand constantly presses down on your cold hands, while the other gently strokes your hair.

You feel the first stream of tears roll down your cheeks.

Akaashi hums a familiar worship tune near your ear. You allow the warm sensation of familiarity to embrace you. Allow his heartbeat to guide your breathing, and his presence to ground you in a state of calm.

"Lend me your sorrows, and I'll face each one of them with you," He says.

So you did. You voiced out each fear slipping through the surface.

…Your fear of settling for less because you are unable to produce something better.

…Your fear of not being able to produce anything good, coherent, or worthy of the request.

…Your fear of not meeting the standard.

Akaashi listened throughout it all. Intently, so.

Speaking your concerns aloud was enough to alleviate some of your unease. It was able to make you realize that some of the doubts were only the result of your overthinking.

When the last of your worries were recited, Akaashi didn’t waste time pulling you from his chest to look you in the eye. He kisses a stray tear away. "Success is not measured by how productive you are or how much you put yourself in," He says softly. A gentle caress. “It is not measured by how much you can do until your body is forced to break down because it can no longer function."

Brushing the strands of hair off of your face, he continues. “You’re just burnt out at the moment. So please, take a break, okay?”

You adamantly shake your head. You can’t waste time. “I can’t. I need to finish it all.”

Akashi's eyes soften, a look of patience on his face. “It’s not a matter of you can’t, love. You must. I’ll help you brainstorm ideas after you’ve had at least a little rest. You need it.”

Upon seeing that you have no choice. He is right after all. You give in, nodding. “Okay.”

Akaashi pulls you to the center of the bed and positions you comfortably in front of him. He holds you until he notices your even breathing, indicating you've fallen asleep.

In the stillness, he whispers, "I’ll fight off every thought that’s too loud for even you to silence." A promise marked on this day and for the future beyond.

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nishipostitz · 1 year

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haikyuu characters x gn!reader

tw! none for now. just fluff

he was the boy your parents wanted you to bring home. before you woke up, he would've already finished making your breakfast. he had opened all the curtains, folded the fresh laundry, and possibly cleaned your bags... he was so fond of you. every little thing he did showed how much he cared for you. in return, he wanted your love, and you were never coming short of that. walking out of the house to your next destination, the car would already be warm or cool for you before you enter. his job was always opening the door for you. on some days, if he's feeling extra generous, he would do the iconic drama seat belt thing.. hehe.... anyways- if you guys were going to classes, he would carry your bags for you while you walk to class and get you seated in class before you leave. if you were shopping, he would push the cart and hold your things. now, moving on to food dates. upon leaving the house, he would rush to the car to open the door for you. then when you arrived, he would get out of the car and open the door for you. entering the restaurant, he would pull out your chair and push it in for you. honestly, he was just really in love with you and you really don't understand how. he has treated you the best out of your last relationships. he was really the ideal.

kita, iwai, daichi, ushijima, kageyama, kuroo, yaku, akaashi, sugawara, asahi, osamu, aran, sakusa, hinata, makki

finals and exams are coming up!! so I haven't been alive nor writing lately, so this post might've been just a sht post.. sorry guys!!

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how-do-i-delete-this-acc · 1 year

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you had always had naturally low body temperatures.

so naturally, you hated the cold that made you colder than you already were.

one day, you two decided to go for a cafe date, and akaashi couldn't help but let out a small chuckle when he saw your outfit.

you were bundled up in a hat and a long sleeve followed by a sweatshirt, his much larger hoodie, a thin fall-weather jacket, and a big, long winter coat. on the bottom half, you wore leggings layered with sweatpants and uggs. you looked like a snowman.

not even a minute after the two of you started walking to your local cafe, you were shivering, a very grumpy frown prominent on your face.

"it's cold." you complained, the frown not leaving your features.

"love, i think that you wore every item in your wardrobe." he teased with a gentle smile.

your frown deepened. "but it's still cold. and my hands are cold. i lost my gloves last year who knows where. i need to buy new ones."

wordlessly, he took your hand and interlocked it with his own before putting both in the pocket of his trench coat.

you hoped that he would just assume that the red on your ears and face were from the cold, nothing more.

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tahdashi · 2 years

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WRINKLY HANDS AND PICTURE FRAMES

SYNOPSIS: keiji brings you along to revisit his childhood at his grandparents’ home. who knew that love is stored in wrinkly hands and old picture frames?

INCLUDES: fluff, grandparents, mention of future kids, kinda sad if you squint but not really bc i love keiji

WC: 1.2k

Akaashi Keiji has never been alone.

Throughout the three years you’ve been together, he’s told you about all the people he holds close to his heart: his mom, his dad, his cousins, and his grandparents. You’ve learned that he’s an only-child, spending most of his childhood with his cousins who were only a few years older than him. He’d go to his grandparents’ house every weekend as they missed him dearly, always wanting to keep him happy with dishes upon dishes of his favorite foods. Keiji tells you often, with a soft smile on his face, how much he misses his grandma’s cooking. Her fried rice is heavenly, he’d say.

And that’s why you’ve ended up in the middle of his grandparents’ kitchen on a random weekend in May. He hasn’t visited in a while — his grandma’s wrinkly hands on his cheeks show just how long it’s been since she’s seen her precious boy. Work has taken over his life, he explains, and he doesn’t fail to look over at you with a flushed expression as he tells his grandma how he’s being taken care of by you.

Being dragged into the living room by his grandfather to relax, Keiji feels an overwhelming feeling of joy. It has been a long time since he’s been here. Pictures have been added onto the walls — some of his cousins who’ve graduated university, some of his cousin’s kids with missing teeth and youthful smiles. He wonders if one day, his own kids’ pictures will be up on that wall.

You, on the other hand, are feeling a bit… nervous. It’s not that you’re meeting his grandmother for the first time (you’ve met her a couple times, actually. She’d pop by the apartment from time to time to give her grandson homemade soup when he was feeling ill), it’s just that you haven’t gotten to know her that well. So this time, you take the chance to learn about her world — the one with her precious Keiji, the one with her sweet husband who always seems to have his camera on him, the one with so much love in it.

“Granny, how’d you and your husband meet?” you ask, your voice flowing over the sound of simmering onions in the pan. She pauses, and her cheeks rise in a wide smile.

“Oh my, that was a very long time ago.” She continues to dice the vegetables. “I was about 18 years old, in my first year of university, and he was working at the convenience store by my school. He was just so handsome. I think I had a little… crush on him.” She continues to tell you about how she’d visit the store often, picking up random items that would soon collect in her bedroom.

She looks at you.

“My Keiji tells me you two met at school. He talks about you a lot, you know that?” Her voice is quiet in an attempt to keep her words a secret from the two men chatting in the living room. You can’t help but feel your face warm up at her words.

“He’s a good boy, my Keiji,” she sighs contently. “He grew up a bit lonely. No siblings, not too many friends either, but he’s a good boy. He has a big heart.”

You nod, agreeing with her loving statement. “He does.”

“I used to worry that he’d have trouble finding someone. Although he was quiet, he always wanted to be around people. I think it’s great he found someone like you.” And at this, you feel tears prick at your eyes.

“I’m really lucky to have him,” you admit. The warmth of the cooked vegetables radiates from the pan and into your face, and it feels as if you’re being wrapped into a tight hug.

She hums at your words and puts her hand atop yours.

“I hope I’ll get to see you two get married one day. I want to meet my great-grandkids!” she exclaims with delight. The wrinkles by her eyes intensify, and you can see the resemblance between her and her grandson. They both hold the most sincere smiles under smooth, tan skin.

“Keiji needs to propose sooner or later, I’d also love to see us get married,” you say lightheartedly. And the sound of both of your laughters fill the kitchen along with the heavenly aroma of her cooking.

The sound draws your boyfriend into the kitchen, and he’s looking at the both of you with a curious expression, his eyebrows twisted in confusion, but his lips turned slightly upward.

“What’s going on?” He asks as he passes over to the stove to see what smells so good.

“We were just talking about you,” his grandma tells him, pulling him away from the stove before he can reach his hand into the pan to get a piece of cooked meat.

“Oh? What were you saying?” He looks at his grandma, and then at you.

“When are you going to get down on one knee, sweetheart? Your grandpa and I want to see you get married!” She shakes his hand in an exaggerated plea. If you’ve learned anything about his grandma, it’s that she’s into theatrics (a stark difference from her more reserved husband).

“Oh,” he falls silent and brings his free hand to rub at his neck. “Soon.”

“It better be soon, Keiji. My great-grandbabies need to sit on my lap like you used to. Ah! You were such a precious baby. Don’t you want some of your own?” She asks him, letting go of his hand and pinching at his cheek.

“I- I do, of course. We haven’t talked about this yet,” he says. The truth is, he’s imagined his future with you in full-detail. He knows that he wants three kids. He knows that he wants the oldest to be named after his grandparents. He knows that he wants to pick them up from school and cook a hot meal for them. He knows that he wants all three of them to play together, be close to each other, and to love each other. He knows that all he wants is for his kids to be surrounded by love.

Because even though Keiji grew up lonely, he was always surrounded by love.

His grandmother stops the teasing there, and cradles Keiji’s face in her palms before pulling him down to her height to kiss his cheek.

“No need to rush it. Your grandma will always be here. Don’t stress,” she tells him, knowing his tendency to worry about pleasing others.

That night, as the four of you chat over dinner with steaming bowls of fried rice in front of you, Keiji takes a glimpse at the wall covered in picture frames. His eyes land on a picture of him as a baby. He’s clinging onto his grandpa’s leg as their old family dog licks his face. And just like that, his future plans with you expand. He wants so much with you: a nice house, a comfortable bed, three kids, a puppy, and a loud, joyful life. And so, as his grandparents laugh over the story you’re telling them, he adds up the days he’ll have to work overtime to afford that ring he’s been eyeing. In this moment, he feels truly lucky knowing that you’ll always be by his side — that he’ll never feel lonely again.

Because how could he when he’s surrounded by laughter, love, and his never-ending dream of a future with you?

#oh my god hi guys long time no see 😋#this is so .#i’m just unwell #i love this boy so much i could cry #also suguyu nation said caps is better than all lower case so i listened #sayu.writes #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji #akaashi fluff #akaashi fic #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq imagines #hq x reader #i forgot how to tag things i hope this works mwah ok bye bye

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torhues · 1 year

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akaashi keiji.

tw . death and grieving

they say, we value something the most when it's gone.

akaashi doesn't know why those words resonate with him.

he doesn't have a lot of offer, not at all. akaashi keiji, in fact, doesn't have anything to give or lose, his hands are empty. he has a mediocre job and a mediocre life, a mediocre apartment with some mediocre flowers in the mediocre vase a friend gave him as a congratulatory gift on graduation day. he has same mediocre thoughts and books, tropes and genres, no new thought in a while; akaashi, actually, has more to accept than to lose.

to think, he has always been on the receiving end of life.

good grades made their way to him almost too easily, his looks served as a way for confessions to find their route to him as well. being an only child gave him the privilege to have everything to himself rather than sharing it with someone. akaashi isn't half mean, or selfish, or careless, or anything that people like him could be. he still keeps the fountain pen bokuto gave him on the last day of highschool even though it's nib had broken. there's a scarf in his cupboard, one made by his late aunt who died of lymphoma, it's torn, yarns peeping out of the knits. it's kept intact in a fancy red box.

akaashi has always received a lot, so much that he hasn't dealt with loss, to such an extent that he has never been on the other end. but his hands feel empty. in the silence suffocating him, sitting on a chair with his head hung low, the floor looks so pretty. there's a faint reflection of him on the tiles, then his eyes land on his hands.

his hands feel empty.

maybe it's the timing that has been making him feel this way. perhaps, it's the location, the empty hospital room and the empty streets, the empty hallway, the empty hours, the lack of something and abundance of everything— it's making him go insane. it's fine, he tells himself, a hospital can make one feel that way.

akaashi looks over at the empty bed, the white sheets and the white walls all around. his gaze shifts to the now shut down heart monitor, the pillow you had rested your head upon until this afternoon, the lilies in the bouquet he got your this morning, they've wilted. he should be packing up your stuff. your clothes, the blanket you've always adored and the books you made him read all these days while you were lying on the now empty hospital bed.

occasionally, he tries to convince himself that this is a dream. that you're here, somewhere, perhaps at work or at the nursery, maybe out for shopping with a friend or at your parent's house because you've been missing them lately. akaashi imagines himself waiting for you at the station or the bus stand or the airport, smiling like a fool because he hasn't seen you in days and finally he can have you close to him, his lips on yours, your hand in his,

but now, his hands feel emptier.

akaashi, once again, looks over at the empty bed. the image of you lying on it slips in his mind— weak and exhausted, too miserable to even lift your hand. the you that has been greeting him with a crooked smile for the last three weeks. the part of you that cries when no one is around a pretends to be fine when he accidently walks in on you. you who had been living off on tubes and blood transfusions, who smells like medicines and antiseptics, who's eyes, even while fighting to their life, didn't run out of love.

akaashi has always been on the receiving end. his chest feels heavy, his vision is blurry, he feels lonely; akaashi doesn't know what he had lost.

he can't put it in words.

they say, we value something the most when it's gone. akaashi doesn't understand why those words keep popping up in his mind as a reminder. he's not like that, he knows how much to mean to him. he adored you— still does— has never taken you, or your love, for granted.

what about the people who know the worth?

he sniffs, because he knew. akaashi knows he loves you more than anything else in this entire world and, tried his best to hold onto you; little by little, thread by thread, holding by the end of the rope even if it means standing at the edge of the knife.

losing something, isn't it so much worse for them?

akaashi believes there's penance in yearning, there's pain in giving too much of your heart. you've always been on the giving end, and it scared him because, what if he's not enough? what if he isn't even giving you even a quarter of what he's receiving, because in the end, nothing in the world could compensate for short fall.

did i not love you enough?

he thinks of the times where instead of all this, he had you. life was exquisitely simple, and you were desperately happy. where instead of heavy silence, the room was filled with your laughter, where his hands weren't empty for yours always found their way to his'. he thinks of the days when he'd spend his evenings with you, strolling in the park or while taking a walk by the beach. right now, he feels alone, as if it's just him and pieces of shared moments with you, lingering in the air.

akaashi hasn't never dealt with loss, but losing you made him lose everything he ever had.

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kitashousewife · 1 year

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crystal clear

an: i know this isn't my winter event but i couldn't stop thinking about this. i used to clean houses for a while so this idea has been swimming around in my head for months

pairings: timeskip!akaashi x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, overworked akaashi :/, stress mentions, mental health mentions, food mentions, alcohol mentions, reader is a house cleaner, lowercase intentional

things have been busy, much busier than normal. akaashi is happy about that, having received many pats on the back and other encouragements from other people in the department. he's also happy because he recently got a raise, his efforts being recognized monetarily as well.

the downside to the recent craziness is that a lot of areas in akaashi's life are being neglected. poor eating habits, minimal social life, awful sleep schedule, and a bit of clutter has been building up at home.

thankfully, he has caring friends like bokuto who are here for support.

"i got you something!" bokuto's excited voice rings through akaashi's phone speaker. he winces at the volume, pulling the phone away from his ear as he begins the walk to his apartment.

"oh yeah? what is it?" he doesn't mean to sound disinterested, he's actually quite intrigued. but he's tired, it's dinner time, and he just wants to lie down. this is the first time in a month that he's getting home before 9:00 pm.

"i can't tell you," the grey-haired man sings. "i know you've been busy, and when i saw this i couldn't pass it up! i think it will be really helpful to you!"

akaashi sighs, rubbing his eyes while he rides the elevator up to his room.

"thanks, bokuto. i'm excited to see," he fumbles around in his bag for his keys. the sound of squeaking shoes and volleyballs hitting the hardwood comes through the other end.

"i'm excited for you! the gift is actually at your place right now! but hey, i gotta go to practice but i'll call ya after to see what you think. love you bye!" bokuto cheers before hanging up. akaashi chuckles to himself before unlocking his front door.

he about screams when he realizes he isn't alone.

you're standing in the middle of his kitchen, right in front of his front door. hand slapped over your mouth in a gasp of fear. you have a rag in your hand, and multiple types of cleaners at your feet. after the fear wears off, akaashi realizes how great it smells in here.

"h-hi! you must be akaashi," you laugh nervously, heart still racing.

"i might be," he steps inside, shutting the door cautiously. "i'm sorry, who are you? how did you get into my apartment?" his eyes are wide, his glasses have slipped down his nose slightly. you introduce yourself and stick out your hand.

"u-um, a friend of yours called me? i can't remember his name, but he was really excited, and-"

he sighs, closing his eyes. he shakes your hand, pinching the bridge of his nose with the other. "bokuto?"

"yes! him! i guess he saw my flyer in town. i'm assuming he didn't tell you i was coming?" you wince, cheeks heating up a little bit at all of the confusion. akaashi notices and feels terrible.

"well, he didn't tell me, no," he stutters, before looking around the house. "oh my god, it looks incredible in here. wait, are you a house cleaner?"

you laugh nervously, putting a few of your supplies back into your carrier. "yeah, i am. bokuto said that you're busy and he thought you could use a cleaner. except he told me that you knew," you give him an apologetic smile. akaashi laughs, making you feel a little better.

"you have no idea. actually, you cleaned my place so you know how bad it was," he keeps looking around the house, amazed at everything. not a spec of dust, every item on the shelves in perfect order, and not a crumb in sight.

"believe me, this was easy. it was a breeze," you assure. you aren't lying, either. bokuto said he was clean, and he wasn't wrong. besides the regular build-up of dust and a few dishes left out here and there, it was one of the easiest jobs you've ever had.

"wait, how did you get in?"

you giggle as you pack up the last of your things. "i met bokuto at the gym he practices at and he gave me a key,"

akaashi groans. "that key is for emergencies."

you throw your hands up. "tell that to bokuto!"

he laughs, helping you pack everything up. "oh, he knows. now i know to be better about letting him use the spare,"

you slip on your shoes, struggling a bit as your hands are full of supplies.

"do you need help?"

"no, i'm used to it. i'm really sorry about the confusion. i left my card and everything i did on the counter for you," you explain, giving akaashi a small smile as he opens the door for you.

"oh, don't worry about it. it isn't your fault at all. thank you so much for this." he says with sincerity. you nod before saying your goodbye.

as he shuts the door, he can't help but laugh about the entire situation. he walks around, marveling at the cleanliness of it all. he's never seen everything so organized. he goes room to room, amazed at just how incredible it is. by the time he reaches his room and bathroom, he's seriously impressed.

now that his evening is free, akaashi decides he's going to finally relax. he wants to make dinner, but he doesn't want to ruin the pristine condition of the kitchen. his decision-making is cut off with the ring of his phone.

"bokuto, we need to talk,"

"good thing i'm outside, can you buzz me in? i have food," bokuto begs. normally he wouldn't but he's starving. he sighs and buzzes bokuto in. minutes later, he's at the door.

"take your shoes off! she just cleaned," akaashi warns. bokuto toes off his shoes before coming into the kitchen.

"holy shit, she did a great job!" bokuto gawks at everything. "i knew she would! i brought pizza for us," he distracts himself, setting the food on the counter.

"can i ask why you gave her a key to my house without asking me?" askaashi gripes before grabbing two plates.

"oh come on keiji, she was harmless! besides, you were just telling me about how you haven't even had time to pick up your house!" he whines, grabbing a few slices before sitting at the island. "i was just trying to help,"

rolling his eyes at the pouting man in front of him, akaashi groans.

"well yes, but you could have told me! i nearly had a heart attack when i got home from work,"

bokuto laughs. "no way! i would have loved to see that. i saw her flyer by the convenience store and decided to give her a call. she's so cute and sweet, she's a university student! she told me she cleans to get through school," he explains, but akaashi is hung up on the word cute.

of course he thought you were cute. your smile was cute, your laugh was cute. he thought you were so sweet, apologizing over and over again for something that was not your fault.

"yeah, she was really sweet. and she did a great job."

bokuto hums. "so, you gonna have her come back?"

"probably, yeah. it was really nice to come home to a clean house,"

"i paid for this one, but everything else is on you."

akaashi smiles. "sure thing, kou."

it's been three weeks since you stopped by to clean. his apartment is suffering, and he hasn't been able to stop thinking about you, either.

it's friday night, close to 8:30 pm. akaashi's face lies on his desk, watching the steam float out of the fresh cup of coffee that sits in front of him. he taps his pen on the desk slowly, hoping he can jump-start his mind to finish the editing he needs to do. his eyes slowly focus on your business card that is tacked up on his desk.

he sits up quickly, grabbing his phone to dial your number. akaashi's mind fills with doubt as the line rings, pulling back to hang up before your voice comes through.

"hello?"

"y-yes, this is akaashi. you cleaned my apartment a few weeks ago?"

he hears you shuffling. "oh! yes, how are you? was everything okay?"

sensing the nervousness in your voice, he speaks quickly. "yes, it was perfect! i was actually wondering if you would have the time to come back?"

you sit up, assignments slipping off of your lap and onto the floor. "of course! is there a time that works best for you?" you feel around on the couch for your planner.

"i every week day, and i spend most of my weekends working from home. i don't want to get in your way," he mumbles, flipping through a planner of his own.

"i could always come while you're at work, if you would prefer! after all, i know where to get your key."

akaashi snorts. "that's been revoked. but actually, that would be great! i can hide my key somewhere for you, as long as you lock up when you're done. how about monday?"

you scan your planner. "yeah, i can make that work!"

"since i have you on the phone, i wanted to ask if i can set up a schedule? maybe once a week?"

you gasp. "is everything okay?"

"no, i mean, yeah!" you cringe. "we can totally do that! we can do every monday if that works?"

"that works for me. thank you so much for this, you have no idea." akaashi sighs, rubbing his tired eyes.

after you fish the call, you squeal. this is the first time you've had a steady client, ever. this secures a steady income for at least a little bit. you decide to whip up a celebratory sweet to commemorate the moment, even messaging your friends.

it's been a few weeks of regular appointments. akaashi's clean house has done wonders for his mental health. the cleared clutter, fresh air, and removal of responsibility have taken a large weight off of his shoulders. the comfort of coming home and being greeted by everything in its respective place is amazing.

he wants to thank you for everything you've done for him. of course, he tips you every week, much more than you think he should, but he wants to do more. unfortunately he doesn't know anything about you.

but he would like to.

akaashi spends sunday night researching flowers. he decided that while you're cleaning, you would have something delivered for you. he doesn't want something too big, too small, too romantic. he wants to thank you but doesn't want it to be too lame. after a lot of thought, he decides on a dozen light pink roses, set to be delivered right before you finish up.

the next day, right as you're going through your final check list, there is a knock at akaashi's door. this isn't the first time, of course. usually, you bring the package inside, send him a text to let him know, and go on your way.

when you open the door, you're met with the sweet scent of roses, and one of the most beautiful bouquets you've ever seen. your heart drops a little bit. you think akaashi is incredibly handsome and sweet. he's a hard worker, intelligent, caring, and very giving. of course he already has someone.

you bring the bouquet inside, set it on the counter, and shoot him a text.

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hey akaashi! i'm all done, but you just got this delivered. it's on the counter for you. thanks again :)

you gather up your things and grab the dirty rags to place in the washing machine. right as you shut the door, he responds.

i forgot to tell you, but those are for you. thank you so much for cleaning again, i'll send your payment shortly.

your brows scrunch up. did he get those for me?

akaashi is freaking out at his desk. the pen in his hands taps on his lip nervously. he thinks about calling you, telling you to throw away the note attached to the vase, maybe even lying and saying they're not for you after all.

you grab the vase, admiring the beautiful set of flowers. your cheeks feel a bit warm, finally realizing that these are for you. akaashi sent you flowers. as your fingertips dance along the petals, you notice a card attached.

"thank you for everything you've done. it may not seem like a lot, but you've really helped me out. i wanted to give you this as a thank you, but also to ask if you would like to go out on a date sometime. -A.K."

your mouth drops open. you let out a laugh, smiling wide as you feel around for your phone. you dial up his number as fast as you can, covering up your mouth with your palm as if he can see the huge smile playing at your lips.

"hey, uh d-don't worry about-"

"i would love to."

he pauses, stomach flipping over and over again. "huh?"

you giggle. "i would love to go out with you sometime!"

he smiles and lets out a breathy laugh. "oh, great! uh, how about tonight? i can pick you up?"

you bite your lip. "i would love that."

he runs his hand through his hair. he can't believe it. "okay, see you later tonight."

you end the call and embrace your love-sick grin. after you pack everything away in your car, you get another text from akaashi. he's sent you the payment for this week, along with a larger than usual tip.

i'll cover dinner tonight, if you want to treat me to dessert. :)

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heartsoji · 1 year