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shokopan · 2 years

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𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 . 𝐤. 𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

genre: fluff - pairing: akaashi x gn!reader - wc: 1.3k - cw: mentions of food + cursing

note: the way i finally finished one of my anime wips? that is so good ugh round of applause everyone

“dude that’s like the fifth time cafe boy came in this week” atsumu comments, watching as the dark-haired man enters the coffee shop. the man is dressed in a white shirt layered with a beige long-sleeve button-up and olive slacks, paired with a brown messenger bag and dark black frames.

“maybe he just likes the coffee?” you suggest as you discreetly peek at the man.

“sure, five times already this week but it’s only a tuesday,” atsumu rolls his eyes, nudging you forward as the man begins nearing the register, “go get your cafe boy’s order and number, jesus stop making eyes at him. i think i'm going to gag,”

“shut the fuck up, i’m not making eyes, i just think cafe boy’s got really nice style and i want to know where he got his jacket,” you hiss, glaring at your coworker before walking over to greet the man.

“good afternoon! welcome to morning brew! what can i get for you today?” you beam, tapping your fingers along the screen of the cash register.

“hi, can i get a large cappuccino and an almond croissant?” he asks, smiling politely as he waits for you to input his order.

“alright, here is your total,” you point at the screen. he nods, pulls out his wallet, and hands you the bill, cheeks flushing as his fingers graze your own.

for a moment you’re stunned, noting how soft his hands seemed until you snap yourself out of the trance and him his change.

“your order will be out soon! i can help the next customer in line,” you smile at him, nodding as the person behind the man stepped up to the register.

a line had formed behind him as you were taking his order, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit bummed about not being able to hand the man his drink due to being stationed at the register.

meanwhile, akaashi was silently praying that his drink would take a little longer to make, hoping that universe would somehow will the two of you to interact beyond the few exchanged words at the cash register. he pulls out a book from the messenger bag that sits on his lap, busying himself with reading while briefly pausing between paragraphs to catch a glimpse of your unwavering smile.

atsumu begrudgingly takes notice of the two of you sneaking periodic glances at one another, heaving a sigh as he catches sight of akaashi glancing up again to look at you as atsumu motions for the man to maneuver over to the counter on the side.

“hey, yer into em right?” atsumu whispers, keeping his volume low to avoid letting you overhear. the man’s eyes widen, darting over to where you stood before turning back as atsumu continues, “tell ya what, they’re gonna take their break soon, so talk to them or something, i dunno, i’m just sick of ya both making eyes at each other, it’s getting old,”

“um yeah, i was ah, i was planning on asking them out today,” akaashi’s in pure shock, cheeks heating up at the realization of his lack of discretion, praying that the little glances he throws your way don’t make you uncomfortable.

“good! that’s good! go, go do that!” atsumu bobs his head furiously, giving akaashi a thumbs up as akaashi nods slowly, scurrying back as soon as atsumu shoos him away.

just as atsumu promised, you came out from behind the counter, cappuccino and almond croissant in hand as you place the two down by the table.

“here’s your large cappuccino and almond croissant sir, please enjoy!” you smile as akaashi dips his head in thanks as he sweats bullets trying to figure out something to ask to get you to stay at his table.

“how’s the book you’re reading?” you ask to akaashi’s relief. he’s nearly ready to kiss your feet in gratitude, but he instead shifts his efforts to being a decent conversationalist to keep you intrigued.

“it’s quite nice actually, the writing style is incredibly vivid and poetic. i really enjoy the protagonist’s internal dialogue and how the author has- oh” akaashi stops as he glances at the empty seat across from him and how you’ve been swaying side by side, making subtle and hesitant glances at the chair, “do you want to sit? if you’re free and it’s okay of course,”

“yeah, and please! go on, i’m interested in hearing what you have to say about the book,” you nod, gesturing for him to continue as you pull out the chair and seat yourself down, “i’m l/n y/n, by the way,”

“akaashi keiji, it’s nice to finally talk to you,” akaashi’s cheeks flush, a sheepish smile and downturned eyebrows replacing his former expression.

“finally?” you ask, tilting your head in curiosity as akaashi’s breath halts for a brief moment before he shyly nods.

“yeah, i’ve um, i’ve been wanting to talk to you for a bit now, but i just didn’t know how until your coworker helped,” akaashi sheepishly responds. your eyebrows furrow and you glance over at atsumu, who’s inconspicuously watching the two of you, quickly turns away when you hold eye contact with him.

“so that’s why atsumu insisted on me bringing your order to you,” you slowly nod, a coy smile forming as you lower your eyes at akaashi, pleased that there was an indication of some mutual attraction between the two of you, “i guess i should thank him later then,”

akaashi’s slowly gaining confidence as he listens to you speak, his hands now resting on his lap comfortably as his attention remains trained on you, “maybe,”

he glances over at atsumu once again and averts his eyes immediately upon seeing the blond’s smug grin and thumbs up as his attention settle back on you.

“are you free this saturday?”

your eyes blink for a moment, giving up on stifling your grin as you nod, “yeah, i’m free after 5,”

“good, i’ll tell you more about the book on our date,” akaashi beams, relieved by how you reciprocate as his cheeks flush red, “i do have to go though, but i look forward to seeing you again,”

akaashi hurriedly packs his belongings and downs the coffee, which if he’s being honest, he didn’t really need.

“want me to pack up your almond croissant?” you offer, watching his rushed shuffles as you stand up.

“you can have it, i think atsumu said that it was your favorite. ordering it was just so i had an excuse to see you and to stay a little longer,” akaashi hums, striding confidently to the door as he rides the high of scoring a date with you.

once he disappears, your head whips toward atsumu, who’s brimming with excitement as he rushes over to you, “you got a date! you’re going on a date with your cute cafe boy! you're welcome by the way, this happened all because of me,”

the door swings open as you and atsumu glance at the entrance, stunned to see akaashi out of breath as he rushes back in, “sorry, could i get your number? you know, so i can send you the details and get your address,”

you laugh and nod, taking his phone in your hand and entering your number as he nods gratefully, “sorry, i got a bit uh- too excited and forgot to ask earlier,”

“it’s fine,” you reassure him, waving as akaashi returns to the doorway. atsumu hides his snickers from behind you, yelping in pain once your heel stomps on his foot to get him to stop, “i’ll see you soon keiji,”

“i’ll see you then, i’m excited for you to see what i plan for the date,” he grins and waves goodbye for the second time, feeling satisfied as he catches the shy smile spreading on your face.

“whipped,” atsumu whispers in your ear, yelping again as you stomp harder on his foot.

“shut the fuck up atsumu,”

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boomboomberry7 · 2 years

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I Need You

Paring: Akaashi Keiji x Fem!Reader

Warning:None

Note:Please it’s 3am and I was like Akaashi and pregnant news because why not. So I made this a quick oneshot🤧 but can we like talk about how Akaashi would be the cutest dad ever😭

Pacing around the house like a crazy woman, your heart was beating out of your chest. You recently just found out that you’re pregnant and you don’t know how your husband would react because you guys really never thought about kids yet. Both of you were still young and thought that you should live a little more. But here you are worrying that your husband would leave you because you were pregnant.

You froze like a statue when you heard the front door to your apartment open and a little “I’m home” from your husband was heard.

“Calm down.” You mumbled before putting on a smile and running to your husband. “Welcome home!” You gave him the biggest hug. But then your thoughts got the best of you.

‘He is going to leave you.’

‘He doesn’t want a kid.’

‘He will leave you for another girl.’

All those thoughts made you break down and silently cried in your husband’s arms. But you felt your husband release you from the hug and quickly wiped your tears. “What’s wrong love? Why are you crying? Are you hurt?”

He was sending you all these questions which caused you to just quickly reply. “You’re going to leave me for someone else. You won’t love me anymore Keiji…” His face had just shocked all over it.

“My love I will never leave you even if there were millions of girls that liked me. I will never leave you even if you were dying and needed someone. I will never leave you even if don’t need me. I will never leave you for anything. I love you. You’re my life, my world, my light. I need you.”

He hugs you and caresses your head which caused you to slow down your breath and stopped crying. Before saying the one thing that you needed to tell him. “I’m pregnant.”

He froze all his movements and even his breath.

But then you felt your shoulder get wet and you moved to look and your husband was crying. “I love you so much” He said and smiled, the biggest smile ever. “I love you too.”

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writtenbynightlock · 2 years

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them together with a swiftie s/o

— ft. akaashi keiji

summary: red (taylor’s version) was released

genre: just pure fluff

warnings: none

wc: 982 | m.list

» akaashi keiji

akaashi was prepared for this day. he knew you were a big fan of taylor swift. on his phone, he followed a few fan accounts that would give updates regarding the artist. he listened to all her albums because he wanted to be in sync with your feels. out of all the pieces, to him, he finds the red album full of heartbreak.

knowing how emotional you can get, the day before the release, he bought sweets such as ice cream, chocolate, etc.

“keiji! its out!” you screamed, panicking as you opened your laptop and logged into spotify, your hand shaking in excitement.

“do you want me to turn on the speaker?” asks akaashi as he descends from the bedroom, heading to the living room of your shared apartment.

“yes please! i don’t care about the neighbors!”

akaashi obeys and grabs the wireless speaker, connecting it to your laptop. he then placed it on the coffee table, letting you do the rest.

"your lunch's gonna get cold, love”

he says, sitting on the arm rest of the couch, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and kissed the side of your head.

“i'll eat later. this is more important"

akaashi chuckled and properly sat down beside you on the couch.

"do you wanna listen with me?" you ask, and akaashi couldn't say no to that adorable face of yours when you are excited. "of course i do" says akaashi, reaching out a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your hair.

as you pressed play, it was on shuffle. the first song was 'i knew you were trouble'. everything was going well, you were enjoying the songs and can't help but fangirl, then as each song finishes, it started to get into the sadder side of the album.

it then started to play 'everything has changed', making you turn to akaashi who was enjoying the album as well. akaashi understood why you were such a big fan of hers. her songs were some fine poetry. her wordplay is amazing and how much artistry she brings into her songs and music videos.

"this is my favorite" he says, perking up your interest that made you look at him. you were definitely surprised.

"since when did you start listening to taylor swift?"

"ever since i fell in love with you"

you felt your heart skip a beat and feel your face flush red.

"k-keiji, that's so sweet of you" touched was not even the right word to describe how you were moved. the two of you, with the weather cooperating with the mood of the album, the faint sound of the pouring rain from outside and 'everything has changed' playing in the background, it was one of the most wholesome moments you spent with akaashi that made your heart full.

akaashi pulled you closer to him, wrapping his strong arm around your waist and tangling your legs together, resting his forehead onto yours.

"you know why its my favorite?" you remained silent, too overwhelmed the way akaashi was making you feel at the moment. you could even hear your heart pounding in your chest, wondering if akaashi could even hear it. and with him this close to you and the way he caresses your waist lovingly made you feel so giddy inside yet nervous and shy at the same time.

with him being this close to you, you got to look at his features. akaashi keiji --- such a pretty man, with his messy black hair that elevates his striking greenish-blue orbs. and his voice, the tone he uses with you, it made your knees weak and make you shiver. the kind of voice that would make your talkative nature instantly shut up.

"you are my first love, (y/n)"

at this point, you felt like your face was already a tomato. the way akaashi said it to you made you melt inside. you looked away, getting too shy.

akaashi raised a hand and held your cheek oh so gently, softly turning for you to look at him in the eye.

"before i got the guts to tell you on how i felt, i hesitated because you were too good to be true. you are so beautiful, my love, and i'm so lucky to have you"

you felt a stinging sensation up your nose, your tears building up.

before you and akaashi started dating, you two were such good friends since middle school. the two of you actually got a small crush to one another, and as time flies by, it seemed that akaashi fell harder for you but was afraid that if he told you his feelings, your friendship would end. but on graduation day of high school, the confession was quite funny as the two of you confessed on the same day.

"k-keiji! y-you're making me shy" you say, quickly hiding your face on the crook of his neck that made him chuckle.

"i love you, (y/n)" akaashi says, resting his face onto your hair, inhaling your scent. you couldn't hold it in anymore, you pulled away. akaashi gave you a confused look before everything happened so fast that he didn't have the time to process what happened.

you grabbed a fistful of the collar of his shirt and pulled him onto you, smashing your lips onto his. akaashi was frozen for a moment before wrapping his arms around you, kissing you back just as passionately. with his lips in sync with yours, akaashi moved you to his lap and caresses his hands on your hips.

after a heated make out session, you pulled away, lips swollen and the two of you breathing heavily — being unable to open your eyes a few moments afterwards.

"i love you too, keiji"

foreheads on each others, looking at him in the eye, it already felt like you were home, with all the feeling in your stomach is butterflies, the beautiful kind. you were his and akaashi was yours.

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missuga · 2 years

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PETRICHOR — AKAASHI KEIJI

+ meet cute, no warnings | 1.5k

as the first week of June slowly passed by you figured the long stretches of spring days full of rain and cloudy skies had come to a close.

everyone had already quickly grown accustomed to the warm shift in the coming summer air, so much so that everyone seemed to develop the need to go outside.

even as annoying as the newly crowded sidewalks were, you couldn’t blame them. the chills running down your arm as the sun softly kissed your skin were different than in spring, it brought a comfort you’d been craving for some time now.

the comfort was fleeting though. you’d gotten too situated in the comfortable embrace of summer that the notion to check any changes in the weather before you left your apartment slipped to the back of your thoughts.

when the first drop landed on your arm, you paid no mind to it, barely able to feel the nuisance at all. it wasn’t until another touched your cheek that you turned your head up, a soft sigh escaping you on instinct at seeing the dark clouds smothering the sun.

“damn.” that was all you had time to say before the short warning of rainfall was over.

if you hadn’t been caught out in the downpour yourself seeing the way people clambered to find some sort of shelter would've been funny. it was almost still amusing, bringing just a touch of a smile to the corner of your lips.

a sharp coolness breaking over the sidewalk sped up your pace and chills found their way down your arms once more.

there was plenty of room for you to slip under one of the many restaurant patios you passed by to wait out the rain, but with another glance at the brewing clouds, you doubted it would end anytime soon.

you figured it would be much easier to make it to the café you’d originally had planned on going to. it was earlier than the time you’d be meeting your friend, but you didn’t really mind.

it only took you a few minutes to reach the cafe, and much to your surprise the rain hadn’t gotten you all that wet, it was the cold you were seeking solace from. you hadn’t dressed for anything cold.

thankfully you were greeted with warmth once you stepped through the doors, and almost immediately your shoulders relaxed at the comforting aroma drifting throughout the lobby.

“can i help you?”

you blinked a few times, eyes wide as you stared at the barista. in your haste to escape the rain you’d completely forgotten any sense of what you usually ordered.

“um..” your eyes scanned over the menus lined above the pastry case but it was as if you were trying to read a foreign language. the silence was nearly suffocating as you gave the barista an embarrassed smile.

“i recommend the brown sugar milk tea. it’s really good.” a voice sounded from behind you and for a moment you thought it was a gift from the gods to save you.

“oh-that actually sounds pretty good.” you tilted around to see who the voice belonged to and you nearly froze again. he was so pretty.

“i figured you’d want something warm, you’re shivering,” he stated matter of fact and it drew a small laugh from the back of your throat.

“ahh.. yeah i got caught in the rain.” your hand rubbed the back of your neck trying to tame the growing heat creeping up your neck and you turned back toward the barista. “i’ll get a brown sugar milk tea then.”

“make that two actually.” the boy stepped up next to you now and before you could say anything he pulled out his wallet. “my treat.”

“you don’t have to do that.” you shook your head at his offer despite a small smile tugging at your lips.

“it’s okay, i want to.” he smiled softly, head tilted to the side a bit as he looked at you and you swore you almost felt your knees go weak. “would you like to sit with me for a bit?”

“sure.” you nodded, following him to one of the tables. as you sat down you noted his clothes looked dry, it was weird, you swore he’d come in after you. “did you make it in before the rain hit?”

he shook his head, holding up an umbrella you didn’t remember seeing before as his answer. another quiet laugh pushed through your lips, what were the odds.

it only took a few moments for the barista to bring the drinks over. the smell of the tea wrapped around you before it was even set down, it almost felt like a warm hug.

“this looks so good... thank you for the drink-” you started before the words caught in the back of your throat, “i’m sorry, i didn’t catch your name.”

“it’s akaashi keiji.”

akaashi’s smile was even gentler than before but his voice held a twinge of amusement now.

“well, thank you for the drink, akaashi.” you smiled, taking a small sip of the tea. he was right, it was delicious and just what you needed to fight the lingering chill.

it was odd how something as simple as some rain or a warm drink could change your whole mood in just a few seconds. you didn’t really know why he offered to pay for you drink, but it wiped away any ill feelings the change in weather had brought upon.

“you’re welcome, y/n.” akaashi spoke after a moment, and you felt your heart jump in your chest slightly.

“i was just going to introduce myself, how did you know my name?” your eyes grew a bit wide as you racked your brain for any memory of meeting him before, but you knew you’d remember someone like him.

“is that your friend over there?” he nodded toward the direction of the door and sure enough your friend was standing in the same spot you had been in before, soaked to the bone from rain. “she yelled your name right when she walked in, waving at us.”

you weren’t sure how you missed it. maybe you’d been too enamored by akaashi’s simple but beautiful presence to notice anyone else. when your heart skipped once more in your chest as a bright yet soft laugh sounded from him you know that was the case.

“did you see how the rain stopped right when i got in?” your friend whined as she made her way to your table and you could only shake your head in answer. “ugh, will you come to the boutique next door with me so i can get something else to wear?”

“of course.” you could tell she was solely focused on how drenched she was as she didn’t even acknowledge akaashi when the two of you stood from the table.

“i need to be going too.” akaashi started, gathering his drink and coat before he smiled at you once more.

“thank you again for the tea, it’s really delicious.” you picked up your drink as well glancing toward your friend as she was already heading toward the door. “shoot i have to go after her, it was nice meeting you.”

you stood frozen for another moment, not able to move from your spot when akaashi smiled once more. there was something about him that you couldn’t shake off.

“here, i have i feeling you might be needing this.”

glancing at the umbrella in his hand you couldn’t help the laugh bursting from your chest at his offer.

“thank you.” you said for what seemed liked the thousandth time. taking the umbrella you tucked it safely at your side as you both headed out the now propped open door.

the coolness from the rain still lingered in the air, fighting the warmth from the sun as it broke through the lingering clouds.

the smell outside was so different than inside the cafe, it was still sweet, but lighter and earthy. it was soothing as the freshness mingled with the deep sugary aroma from the tea as the steam wrapped around you.

“i appreciate it, but what about you? will you be okay if it starts to rain again?” you asked looking up to the clouds with hesitation, you had no idea if it would clear up for the day or not.

“i’ll be alright, i work just down the block.”

akaashi’s eyes flicked to his phone for just a moment before he looked back to you.

“i have to go, it was really nice meeting you y/n.” his voice softened as he tilted his head to the side some with a grin, “hopefully i’ll see you around the cafe again.”

before you could say anything else he picked up a call, nodding his head at you as he turned in the opposite direction. leaving you with your heart beating just a bit faster than before.

as you headed toward your friend with a lingering smile you could barely hear her calling your name as a soft rumbling broke across the sky and you couldn’t help but grip the umbrella’s handle a little tighter.

note from em; this is the long-awaited and very long overdue second fic for my 200-follower event, it is not edited and i wrote it pretty fast, apologies if it’s messy. its also my first fic for akaashi, so more apologies if the characterization is bad.

@keilily thanks for requesting it! i had fun and it sparked some motivation i lacked for a while

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keijislvr · 2 years

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don’t hold it against me | akaashi keiji

cw: delinquent(ish)!reader, college president!keiji, drug use (weed), alcohol, mentions of reader drinking excessively, mentions of injuries (bruises+bloody knuckles), mentions of enemies to (kind of) lovers, angst, toxic relationship! do not stick around if you are in a relationship like this, on either side tbh.

an: here’s a songfic based on friday by freak slug! lyrics are in italics.. also although the pronouns in the song are she/her, the reader is gn! both akaashi and reader are in college. also for the record, i absolutely take my shoes off in the house, but it fit more if reader didn’t care for that.

friday night, i watch her clean her room,

i love and hate her at the same time

keiji watches in silence as he watches you fold your clothes. you’ve been at it for an hour now, silently working your way through the mess of clothes you’d dragged out of the dryer earlier. there’s something so enchanting about you, something that makes his gut churn. never before did he think that beauty could be captured in the image of his former rival; hair still wet from the shower and bruises dusting their jaw.

“i know the my face is fucked, but didn’t anyone tell you it’s rude to stare?”

“your face isn’t fucked (name).”

you snort, shifting onto your knees. now that the light from your lamp falls onto your face more, keiji can see the cut on your cheekbone more clearly. it’s finally stopped bleeding but the skin around it is red and slightly swollen. he’ll have to put some ointment on it for you, if you’ll let him.

“then why’re ya staring?”

“you look cute.”

there’s a silence which seems to reverberate around the room and akaashi regrets his words a little bit. he’s not often so forward. maybe it had scared you. maybe—

soft lips press against his, and he gasps into your mouth. you swallow it down with a hunger he’d never thought you were capable of. cold hands press against your knees, the icy feeling freezing your skin through the thick material of your sweatpants, keiji pushes down till your thighs give out and you’re loose-limbed beneath him.

he pulls away, eyes wide, waiting and watching as you wipe your mouth with the back of your sleeve, gulping down air. you look like you’ve been winded, though in a way, maybe you have been. it’s not everyday akaashi keiji, the tired and serious college president who speed walks around campus with copious amounts of coffee lets his guard down and kisses someone.

“you...why did you do that?”

“you kissed me (name),” he rolls his eyes, leaning over to pluck the t shirt you’d chucked aside, “but if you’re talking about calling you cute, it’s because you are.”

“i hate you.”

akaashi hums, leaning over to kiss your temple. there’s a certain fondness in it that leaves a sour taste in his mouth. the same taste that he gets whenever he catches your reflection in the mirror, those pretty eyes of yours looking at him with something so soft it makes his chest hurt. you’d never looked at anyone else like that, as far as he knew.

and he knew well. you’d known each other since your first year of college, though you’d been much less friendly then. he’d been the top student, loved by all and best friends with the entirety of the year it seemed due to his high school volleyball team being strong in the national tournament, and you’d been the never-ending thorn in his side, completely set on destroying his perfect little world for whatever sadistic reason you had. he knows it’s not fair, but keiji can’t help but still feel bitter over it, even if it was 2 years ago now.

“i hate you too.”

keiji wishes he didn’t mean it.

...

i wanna get her out the mess she’s in,

but she don’t ever want to come to mine

you stumble over to akaashi’s friend, the volleyball player with two-toned hair and glinting eyes. he’s a nice guy from what you can tell, but in fairness, right now, you can’t tell anything.

“hey (name)!” you nod in his direction, partly because if you speak it will come out slurred and partly because you can’t remember his name. “d’ya want some water? you’ve been going pretty heavy on the drinks.”

you shake your head and he nods, eyeing you like he doesn’t quite believe you. still, he doesn’t force it which you can appreciate even in your daze. you’re a few too many shots in and a familiar heavy feeling is starting to press against your eyes, leaving your mind blank.

“don’t you want something to drink though? haven’t seen you with anything but water this entire night.”

“ah, my diet plan doesn’t allow for it. plus there’s no harm in tryna cut down either,” his eyes crinkle as he smiles at you, a genuine one though you can’t help but let your pride get hurt. it seemed like a targeted attack. you wouldn’t be surprised if it was in fairness, keiji had probably told him a thing or two about the times you’d rung him up off your face, crying until you passed out in his lap after he’d come and picked you up.

you didn’t have time to dwell on his words for too long though, because a disgusting feeling was starting to prickle all over your skin. biting the inside of your cheek, you blink quickly in an attempt to stop the room from spinning before you feel the urge to throw up all over the volleyball player’s shoes.

“uh (name)? you look a little—”

“where’s kei–keiji?” a whimper bubbles in your throat. “i don’t feel good.”

the other steadies you with one hand, looking around for his friend. luckily, he spots him pretty quickly and beckons him over. not that he needs to. as soon as akaashi had seen you sway, he’d excused himself from the pretty blonde that he’d been talking to.

“(name)?” a cold hand presses against your back, pulling you in so your nose bumps keiji’s. “hey, it’s okay. you wanna go home? i can take you.”

“my home? can we go to my home?”

the other suppresses a groan. this is an argument he’s all too used to and yet to win. “i can’t (name). bokuto-san is here, i can’t just make him go to mine alone.”

“i wanna stay with you though.”

he scrunches his nose at your slurred speech, “you can come to mine.”

“no.”

“(name)—”

the music seems to get louder, the lights brighter. tears make your eyes watery and sore, eyelids heavy with sleep and alcohol. you don’t know how much it hurts akaashi when he sees your sad expression.

“i wanna go home. not to yours, i don’t like it.”

“you’ve never been.”

“your friend can come to mine if he wants, i can ask my—”

keiji sighs, frustration rising in his voice, “for fuck’s sake (name), why can’t you just come to mine? it’s closer.” bokuto watches you from a couple of metres away, not quite sure what to say. you don’t seem to care though, pushing your friend – boyfriend? no, probably not – away again. “why are you so goddamn stubborn? it’s been over a year and you still refuse to come to my place. i just want to help.”

you bite your lip as keiji drops your hand, crossing his arms instead. the air around you has changed, you can feel it, and you’re sure bokuto can do, if his awkward glances between the two of you is anything to go by.

“why don’t you want to come to mine?” akaashi sounds defeated now, but you don’t waver, not even in the slightest. it hurts him more than you realise. “why can’t you just accept my help?”

because what if you change your mind? because what if you kick me out? what if you become another person who gets tired of me?

all of these thoughts crowd your head but never seem to slip out of your mouth. instead you say something worse, something much more cruel. instead you attack instead of playing defence because if you deny there’s anything between the two of you, then how will you get hurt later on?

“because it makes us feel real.”

usually akaashi gives in by now. usually he sighs and pulls you in close, maybe wraps his jacket around you before calling a taxi to take the both of you to your place. he crashes on the floor next your bed every time and ends up with you pressed firm against his chest every time. then in the morning he kisses you and makes you pancakes whilst you make his coffee. nowadays, he only likes it if you make it for him.

but for the first time ever, keiji leaves without a word, letting bokuto call a taxi for you. he doesn’t hesitate once as he walks away, and you know you’ve fucked it, even without his friend’s sympathetic smile.

...

friday night, she stays at home

she wanna tell me how she’s getting on fine

she’s so lazy and i don’t get why

she’s looking to get me high

lover??? (7:02pm): come over? i have that honey and chocolate cheesecake you like

lover??? (7:03pm): and i bought scrabble from the charity shop

lover??? (7:03pm): even though you’ll whoop my ass in it

(lover??? (7:04pm): i miss you and i’m scared without you. it’s selfish keiji, i know but things aren’t the same since we stopped talking.

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half an hour later, despite your doubts, akaashi keiji is stood on your doorstep with a small smile on his face. he brings the smell of spring rain and cologne into your flat which is a nice change from the strange scent of black tea and antiseptic cream that clings to you.

“hey.” he doesn’t give much away with his tone as he takes his shoes off and hangs his coat up. you want to tell him there really is no need since neither you nor your roommate care too much for formalities such as those, but then again, keiji had been raised with an incessant need for politeness.

you breathe out through your nose, wondering if he could hear the fast thud of your heartbeat beneath your chest. “hi. it’s been a while.”

“yeah.” keiji stares at the mess that’s taken over your flat, eyes drifting slowly from the take-out boxes that are scattered over various surfaces, then to the ever-growing pile of dirty laundry peaking out from your bedroom door. he’s not surprised by the state of your home, but he is surprised by the embarrassed look on your face. usually you don’t seem to care what others think about your habits.

“i should–i need to apolo—” the black-haired boy crashes his lips against yours, hard and messy as he nips at your tongue. he tastes like strawberry gum and you taste like liquor. he drinks you up, tugging your head back by your hair so he can have access to your mouth, to you. keiji doesn’t seem like the type to kiss with vigour, but here he is, fingers tugging at your scalp and teeth clashing.

finally he pulls back, and air rushes back to your lungs. “don’t say it. i don’t care (name), just don’t say it.”

“you don’t care?”

akaashi flinches at the vulnerability in your voice. the hazy look in his eyes disappears and he visibly softens, cupping your jaw with a thumb rubbing over your bottom lip to soothe where he’d bitten you. “i didn’t mean it like that. what i meant to say was, it’s okay. what you said, it’s okay. let’s just move on.”

no, you think, there’s so much i want to say. “okay. okay, the cheesecake’s in the fridge.”

“forget the cheesecake.” you raise an eyebrow. keiji smiles.

“what do you wanna do then? get high with me?” you mean it as a joke, really you do. kind of. you don’t really mind the idea, but the other probably does. in fairness, it was probably an off joke to make.

“yeah. yeah i do, actually.”

later that night, when you’re in his lap, wisps of smoke curling between your mouths, hot and open, you try to ignore all those thoughts from before, sinking into the numb, relaxed feeling that fights you for control.

you wonder if keiji thinks like you do.

...

i don’t think i’ll be seeing her again

but still love her with all of my heart

the room is lit up by a bright screen, yellowed lighting casting a hue throughout keiji’s bedroom. he can’t escape the large blocked lettering in front of him. Your flight has successfully been booked. it’s a one way ticket to london. he doesn’t need a return.

“hey akaashi—oh, you’re booking your flight?” bokuto waltzes into his room, munching on some cold fries from earlier. he’s stolen one of keiji’s oversized hoodies, which just about fits; his broad shoulders and large muscles straining under the soft fabric. it’s one of akaashi’s favourites. it had been since you’d stolen it, one rainy day in winter last year.

“yeah, i just finished.” akaashi breathes out through his nose. “it feels more real now that i have it all booked.”

“mhm. you excited?” koutarou plops himself down on the floor. “nah, never mind, i know you are. you have that dumb look on your face.”

“i have a dumb look on my face?”

the boys burst into laughter, loud and obnoxious aside from the random giggles that punctuate the older’s snorts. keiji smiles, a real genuine smile that he hadn’t shown anyone for a while now.

“man, i’m gonna miss you.”

“fuck, don’t go sappy on me bokuto.”

“hey, i’m being serious! and it won’t just be me, ya know? (name) too.” the messy-haired boy frowns when he sees akaashi’s smile drop, the tiredness seeping back into his eyes. “what? i thought you guys made up. you said...”

blood thrums in his ears at the mention of your name, pressure building at his temples. despite his desperate attempts to clear his mind, all he can see is you. you with your watery eyes and quiet protests, bitten lips that keiji will want to kiss. he loves you, but you won’t believe him even if he tells you. he knows how you’ll look at him. soft, murky features and hurt, so unbelievably hurt as you clench your jaw and try to smile. just another person walking out of your life.

“you...haven’t told them, have you?”

akaashi shakes his head, sighing deeply. koutarou keeps quiet, because he knows that whatever he says, keiji won’t listen.

there’s no one who can save you from your impending heartbreak.

...

maybe one day she’ll listen what i’ve been saying

but i don’t wanna make it long

i gotta close all the roads to her

so i could really be moving on

a quiet man stares at his phone in the airport, his finger hovering over the screen. from far away he looks like any other college student travelling here or there; tired with a ridiculous amount of coffee sitting by his feet. from up close through, someone might be able to see the tears in his eyes at he stares at the pictures in his gallery.

one of him, his arm slung round another person. the picture has clearly been taken in dim lighting, and you can’t the see their faces clearly, but you can tell they’re a couple of some sort. the other person seems to be mid laugh, eyes glinting like pearls in the low light.

then there’s another of the same person from before, nose scrunched with a cup of black coffee in their hand. it’s too strong for their liking, and the picture is blurred around the edges because akaashi had been laughing at the time of taking it. he’d kissed you right after.

the more and more pictures have been selected, ones of the two of you together, ones of you alone, him alone. keiji considered keeping the candids you’d taken after stealing his phone but he knows they’ll only remind him of you.

sitting in the airport alone, akaashi finally presses delete, and all those memories of you and him have gone from his phone. but not his mind and not from his heart. finally, the tears start falling, and he weeps into his own shoulder, head lowered in shame as the gate opens for his flight.

...

i’m sorry how i did

but i don't think me and you work anymore

high

whatever she holds against me

“london?”

koutarou bites his lip. he hasn’t been able to stay still since you appeared at his front door, soaked from the warm rain outside. “yeah, he’s finishing his degree off there.” he pauses, not able to meet your eyes as you fiddle with the towel he’d given you. “(name), look i’m so sorry that—”

“no, it...it’s not your fault. i should be going now.” you shoot him a grin that doesn’t quite meet your eyes. bokuto nods, opening the door for you.

“if you ever need to, you can come here,” he smiles sympathetically but the awkwardness stays in his eyes. even if he’s being serious, you know you won’t. koutarou isn’t your friend. he’s keiji’s.

“thank you.”

it’s not till you’re about halfway down the hall and sure that he’s shuffled back into his flat that sobs wrack your chest, half-broken as they punctuate the silence around you. london. so far away. and yet, what hurts you most isn’t that he’s left. it’s not even that he didn’t tell you. what hurts the most is the fact you don’t hate him for it. you can’t help but feel some sort of relief on his behalf. there’s sadness with some fear mangled in your chest, an atrocious monster that you don’t want to see the face of. it screams within you, calling out for the boy you’ve loved for so long now.

(pretty boy (11:01am): why didn’t you tell me?

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(pretty boy (11:01am): you’re a fucking asshole

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(pretty boy (11:02am): i still love you

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you can only hope that one day you’ll be able to hate him in the way he hated you.

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hopeatnight · 2 years

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- coffee on a rainy day

akaashi keiji x female reader meet-cute coffee shop au

note: hi. (^０^)ノthis is my first attempt at writing a “story” (or one of my first attempts at writing overall), also english is not my first language, so pls don`t come for me (highly doubt anyone will read this, anyways, heh). also, i think i want to continue the story and see where it goes, so this is possible a part one. anyways, have a nice day! <333

you straighten yourself up for what seems like the tenth time, pull yourself together, and walk inside the coffee shop.

you stand beside the door and take in the surroundings. it`s quiet and not too crowded. just how you like it.

you feel the insides of your palms start to sweat. your nerves are warming up for their usual grand appearance, you thought. the fight-or-flight response. they do this almost every time you`re out by yourself.

“you need to venture a little outside of your comfort zone. besides, this is what you`ve been planning to do for weeks, right?”, you remind yourself. the pitter-patter sound of rain falling outside the shop blocked out any attempt of overthinking.

almost speed walking a little, you finally walk up to the cashier to place your order. this time you decided you wanted to be a bit bolder and choose something out of the ordinary.

after weighing your options for a few too many seconds, you’ve decided. this time, it’s gonna be the matcha vanilla ice latte (but with lactose-free milk, of course. you did not come to this cute coffee shop only to leave with an upset stomach). after placing your order, you step aside as the barista greets the person behind you.

you`re occupied with your thoughts and trying to not seem like the nervous mess that you are. as you are waiting for your drink, you hear a voice coming from beside you. “you made a good choice. you won’t regret buying that.”

you turn to your left, where the voice came from, and it suddenly felt like time stood still.

wow, he`s gorgeous, you thought to yourself.

quickly, regaining focus, you lower your gaze, bringing just a touch of a sheepish smile to the corners of your lips. “that’s a relief. if I had a dollar for every time I tried a new drink and did not like it, I wouldn’t exactly be a millionaire, but I would be closer than I am now.”

you turn your face slighly to the side, to hide the sign of blood rushing to your cheeks out of embarassment. oh, how you wish you could simply disappear.

you`re interrupted and dragged back into reality by the sound of a chuckle coming from in front of you. you turn to look back at the boy from just a few seconds ago and notice that he`s laughing. at you.

you made him laugh.

you made the pretty, stranger boy laugh.

#first writing!#lowkey highkey nervous #i love akaashi sm #haikyuu fluff #akaashi fluff #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji #akaashi imagine #akaashi oneshot #akaashi x keiji x y/n #haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu akaashi #akaashi fanfic #akaashi keiji headcanons #akaashi headcanons

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inamizaki · 2 years

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My Star Forever : a BokuAka fic

My Star Forever by fukuronami (on Ao3)

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40953579

Angst

1843 Words. Completed

Summary:

Keiji contemplates on his relationship with Koutarou, and upon coming to certain realizations, he finally decides to do what hurts him the most yet at the same time, what he longed to do.

A BokuAka fic inspired by Mitski’s Francis Forever

Kudos and comments are very much appreciated! Thank you!

#bokuaka #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #bokuto x akaashi #akaashi oneshot #angst #akaashi angst #angst fic #bokuaka fic #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fanfic #haikyu #mitski #francis forever

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animehideout · 5 months

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How Would Haikyuu Men Dress Up For Your Date (IMO)

Oikawa Tooru:

aliens all the way >

Iwaizumi Hajime:

husband material >

Kuroo Tetsuroo:

bad boy vibe >

Kageyama Tobio:

introvert street wear >

Kenma Kozume:

comfy >

Nishinoya Yū:

Baggy all the way >

Bokuto Koutarou:

gotta flex'em broad shoulders >

Akaashi Keiji:

the elegance 🤌🏻 >

Sugawara Koushi:

softie uwu >

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byunbqbes · 1 year

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HQ BOYS WHEN YOU CRY #2

♡ atsumu. immediately pouts and pecks you all over your face, tasting like mint and musk. even volunteers to pull funny faces to make you laugh, tears still wet on your cheeks. gives you a big smile and an even bigger hug when you stop crying, then he's whispering something suggestive in your ear and he feels his heart bloom at the way you burst out laughing incredulously, with the prettiest smile on your lips.

♡ iwaizumi. rubs your back in slow, soothing circles, just the way you like it, as you snuggle into him and sob into his chest. but you don't miss the way his fists shake or the way his voice sounds when he asks, "who made you cry?" you do, however, miss the way he looks down at you, as if you hold his entire universe. you definitely do miss the fact that your best friend iwaizumi hajime has been in love with you for as long as he can remember.

♡ akaashi. a hint of a frown flickers on his face as he wipes your tears away gently, furrowing his brows. he quickly pulls you against him, caging you in his arms, ignoring the stares of his teammates at his uncharacteristic public display of affection. after a while of patting your back softly, you calm down, and akaashi gives you a small smile as he reminds you, "everything will be okay."

♡ kageyama. makes clueless, incoherent noises as he fumbles around, feeling a tug at his heart strings as you hugged your pillow closer to your torso, crying into it. then suddenly, he's wrapping his long, larger fingers around your smaller ones, raising both your hands to his lips to give your knuckles a soft kiss. he just sits there quietly, lips ghosting the back of your hand while he waits for you to calm down. then he's back to a stuttering mess as he scratches his head, offering, "i-ice cream?"

♡ kuroo. slithers his arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer to him as tears trickle down your cheeks. presses tender kisses to the top of your head and grazes his thumb softly across shoulder as you lean into the crook of his neck, letting tears spill out of your eyes incessantly. when you finally stop, kuroo tickles your sides, and you're giggling at the way he wiggles his brows obnoxiously again.

🍵 reblogs are very appreciated!!

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keitea · 1 year

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them combing and brushing out your hair for you because of how pretty it is <3 you definitely have fallen asleep while he brushes your hair. he'll quietly carry you to your shared bedroom, tucking you into the covers.

he sits by the edge of the bed, caressing your face lovingly and smiles to himself.

akaashi, oikawa, sugawara, tendou, kita, iwaizumi, yamaguchi, kuroo, lev, sakusa

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boomboomberry7 · 2 years

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Unrequied Love-Akaashi Keiji-Treat Her Better

Akaashi always looked for you through the crowd because he knew you were always watching. You cheered for their team and your smile lit up the whale court, or maybe just his world.

When his team won, you would always run to them and hug each of them. You always told him how great he was and how well he did. His feelings for you grew each day. You always hung out with him and Bokuto. You guys were always good friends. You knew him very well and he knew you well too.

When you wanted something he always got it for you. When you needed someone he was always there for you. But he was always too scared to confess to you because he didn’t want to ruin your relationship.

He never told anyone about his feelings for you but the longer he takes, you will slowly slip away.

Today was the day he chose to confess to you. Tell you how long he has been in love with you.

Today was a game day. He played his best and gave his best not just for you but for the team.

But when they won you ran up to Bokuto first giving him a big hug and then the next thing broke Akaashi’s heart. Bokuto kissing you on the lips.

But he kept a sweet smile on his face because he was happy for both of his best friends but of course he was heartbroken due to loving you but Bokuto deserves someone like you. That is what Akkashi thought. At least he knows that Bokuto would take care of you well.

Komi saw the way Akaashi looked at you two and so he went over to Akaashi. “You know its okay to feel sad right?” Komi said to Akaashi. Akaashi looked over and sighed but smiled. “Even though I love her. She loves him and I know he will love her and care for her well or maybe even better than I can”

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ceijoh · 2 years

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why you’ve never doubted their love for you

relationship: multiple haikyuu boys x reader

content warnings: none

word count: 321

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will dance in the rain for you. they’re known for being rational, in fact they pride themselves on it. they’re logical, and they rely on facts rather than feelings. they’re the type of person to always bring an umbrella if there’s a grey cloud in the sky just in case. but seeing you out there, with your hand out and a bright grin on your face? how could they say no to you? so all logic goes out the window as they grab your hand and kiss you with all the love they can muster.

kita, sakusa, kuroo, kenma, ushijima, daichi, kuroo, tsukishima, akaashi, semi

has never taken his eyes off you. he’s a funny and charming guy, catching the eyes of everyone. he’s jovial, and he knows how to woo. his reputation built from the bits and pieces that paparazzi and rumours surround him shows that he’s a player. a new person on his arm every night. but what they don’t see is how when you walk into the room, his eyes are already on the door, even before you walk in. it’s like his body knows better than anything. his eyes are on you, always. no matter who’s in the room, or who wants his attention, it’s on you. if he could, you would be the only thing he would want to see. you’re his world, whatever else could he want to see?

oikawa, atsumu, suna, meian, ukai jr, mattsun, terushima, romero, gao, kuroo, bokuto, nishinoya

knows the little thing you need. you have a particular coffee you like? it’s always on the kitchen table by the time you walk to the room. you mention that you like a particular brand of pen? they bought a whole box of them, and whenever you run out, there’s already one on your table. charges your phone or whatever you need. you made their life easier by being there for them every single day, so he wants to shows you he doesn’t take that lightly. thankful everyday that you chose him above all the others.

tsukishima, aone, osamu, iwaizumi, hirugami bros, barnes, yamaguchi, hanamaki, kageyama, gao, oikawa, hinata, tendou

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mari-writes · 5 months

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Akaashi Keiji has a secret. One that he’s sure people might be surprised by if they found out.

He has a deep, prevailing love for classical ballet. He’s not sure when it started. Perhaps when his parents took him to a Nutcracker performance when he was barely eight years old. To this day, he spends hours of his free time watching videos online, and reads about the history of the art form. He even convinces his mother to take him to see live performances on occasion.

There's something so romantic and expressive about dancing. The way the dancers can convey emotion through their body, with no words at all—it’s absolutely fascinating. Keiji admires them so much. He wishes he could be like that.

He doesn’t tell anyone. He’s not ashamed, just cautious. Dance should not be a gendered interest, but alas, society is strange. His friends and most of his teammates already know he’s gay. No need to push the stereotype further, right?

What he doesn’t predict is that his best friend (and secret crush), Bokuto Koutarou, is apparently also a fan.

“Akaashi!” The older boy exclaims, right over his shoulder. “Is that the Australian Ballet?”

Keiji flinches, scrambling to switch off his phone. “Bokuto-san,” he scowls, “it’s very rude to eavesdrop.”

“Oh, sorry!” Koutarou plops down next to him. Their futons are close, much too close, and Keiji can smell his mint shampoo. It’s distracting. “But seriously, is it?”

Keiji shoots a nervous look around. Most of the training camp attendees are either taking turns in the bath or wandering around campus, enjoying the warm evening. Only Komi is here, casually lounging with a magazine on the other side of the room. “Ah, um, yes,” he nods. “You’re familiar with ballet, Bokuto-san?”

The other boy nods enthusiastically. “My sister does it! My other sister and I tried it when we were younger, too!”

Surprised, Keiji stares. “I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah! I still do exercises I learned back then. It’s good for flexibility and to strengthen muscles. People don’t know how much of a workout ballet is! It’s really hard.”

Again Keiji nods, awkwardly shuffling on his futon so that he and Koutarou are sitting thigh-to-thigh. “Would you… like to watch the rest of this with me, Bokuto-san?”

Koutarou answers with a beaming smile.

They make it a habit of watching dance videos together. Koutarou is surprisingly knowledgable about the different companies, even mentioning specific dancers and performances. It’s odd, only because he never watches or talk about it otherwise. Perhaps he’s shy about his interest, too?

It isn’t until one evening, when Koutarou is staying the night at his house, that he discovers the truth.

Keiji is eager to show his crush the souvenir program her purchased after seeing a performance of La Sylphide two years ago. He carefully passes it to Koutarou, wondering if the other boy will be surprised, or maybe even jealous that Keiji was able to attend such a special, sold-out show.

But instead—

“Oh! My sister was in this!”

Keiji freezes. He turns slowly to look at his friend, unsure if he heard correctly. “What?”

“Yeah, she was made principal ballerina that year!”

Keiji frowns. “Your sister… performed with the National Ballet of Japan?”

“Yeah!” Koutarou grins. “She was there for two years, until she went overseas. I miss her so much.”

“Wait a minute.” Keiji is having trouble trusting his own ears. Because it sounds like Koutarou is insinuating… but no, that can’t be it. Can it? Suddenly frantic, he flips through the program, until he find the cast profiles. He leans in to look at the lead female dancer. A familiar face in the modern ballet scene. He blinks, turning to look at Koutarou, and then back at the woman on the page.

Intense golden eyes. A wide, toothy smile. Silvery hair, with just a hint of black at the roots. “Bokuto-san,” he croaks, “is your sister… Bokuto Kai?”

Koutarou chuckles. “Well, yeah! That’s my Kai! Isn’t she so cool?”

Keiji chokes on nothing. He sputters, enough for his friend to reach over and pat his back consolingly.

“You okay, ‘kaashi?”

Is he okay? Keiji doesn’t know. The fact that his best friend’s sister is one of the most well-known ballet dancers in Japan, the world even, is actively shifting his reality.

“So… I guess you’re a fan?” Koutarou smiles in obvious amusement.

“Y-yes,” Keiji admits, thoroughly shaken. “I am. She’s incredible.”

One year later, Keiji is standing frozen in the threshold of his now-boyfriend, Koutarou’s family home. He’s been here many times, and spent time with most of the family. But the person at the door is not anyone he’s met before.

But oh, he knows her well.

“Ah, you must be Akaashi!” Kai Bokuto is short, the crown of her head barely reaching Keiji’s shoulders, but her immaculate posture seems to expand her presence. She’s wearing a cotton hoodie and leggings, her silver hair tossed over one shoulder in a long braid.

She’s a vision.

Keiji’s mouth drops open. He blinks. “B-Bokuto-san, um, hi! Hello there. You… um, I… well...” His words stumble out of him like dominos. He’s never felt so inarticulate in his entire life.

Kai laughs. “Please, call me Kai! I’ve heard so much about you. Come in, Keiji-kun!”

When Keiji finds his boyfriend inside, he greets him with a light punch to the shoulder. “You could have warned me she was here,” he hisses, “I just made a fool of myself.”

Koutarou snorts. “You’re such a fanboy!”

“Shut it.”

It turns out, Kai and Keiji have a lot more in common than a love for ballet. Both of them love literature, poetry and art history. Kai regales him with stories of her time in Europe—including her recent stint in Paris, thes city Keiji wants to visit more than anything.

They also happen to be quite protective of Koutarou.

“He’s very important to me,” she says, as they watch Keiji’s boyfriend hurry to help his mother in the kitchen. “He means the world to all of us, really. It doesn’t matter how tall or strong he gets—he’ll still be our baby Kou.”

Keiji grins softly. “Yeah.”

They exchange numbers that first night, and stay in touch when Kai flies back to France for her next set of performances. She regularly sends him photos, poems, news articles, and of course, updates on the Parisian ballet scene. They ask each other advice on outfits and home design.

“Ya know, I’m starting to think you like her more than me,” Koutarou pouts, one morning when they are curled up in Keiji’s tiny dorm bed.

“Are you jealous?” Keiji raises one eyebrow.

“Hmm,” Koutarou hums, “maybe a little…”

Giggling, Keiji turns in his hold, leaning up to touch noses. “Don’t worry, love. You’ll always be my number one star.” The comment seems to light a fire in Koutarou, whose face splits into a brilliant smile as he pulls Keiji in tighter. “Promise?”

Keiji smiles back. “Always.”

I love the idea that Keiji gets along great with Koutarou’s sisters, and admires them (almost) as much as his boyfriend. The idea for Kai being a ballerina was inspired by the beautiful artwork of Temari! I just can’t get the idea out of my mind.

Please, if you enjoyed this, reblog and comment! It really helps me out. 🥰❤️

#bokuaka #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #my writing #writing #drabble #bokuto sisters #ficlet #oneshot #haikyuu!!#haikyuu

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lujingheswife · 7 months

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i’ll find you, you’ll find me.

summary: you found yourself in the world of haikyuu, and spent time with your favourite character.

featuring: your favourite character!

word count: 1536

cw: gn!reader, you teleported into the world of haikyuu, happy ending, angsty in between but i’m a fluff writer so dont worry, intentional lowercase, not proofread

author’s notes: wrote this in june 2020 !! found it in my drafts so might as well publish it hehe

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it hadn't been long since you found yourself in another dimension — the haikyuu dimension. it felt like a dream to you, yet whatever you did you just wouldn't wake up.

was it really real? you thought to yourself, pacing around your fictional room not missing the sight of your uniform in front of you.

every haikyuu fan has a favourite character, just like you. you were indeed surprised at the sight of the uniform of your favourite school hanging neatly against the wall. sighing, you had no choice but to wear your uniform and head to school.

you realized your character was simply an average student in the school, so you need not to care about your popularity or loneliness. you were curious as it seemed to be your first day of school since it was the start of a new school year. since you're a first year, you didn't have to worry about friends.

yet your curiosity overwhelmed you and your legs automatically found their way towards the school's volleyball gym. before you could process your head, a familiar voice called out to you, “hello there.”

your head snapped up as your gaze met a pair of familiar eyes, one you had always admired his appearance on screen. it felt like a dream, realizing your favourite character actually talking to you — in front of you — in your favourite anime dimension. or was it really a dream...?

“hello?”

you flinched, shaking your head furiously before stuttering a reply, “h-hello! i'm sorry — u-uhm, is it okay if i apply as a team manager?”

again, you totally did not think twice before uttering that sentence.

he stared at you with curiosity, his gaze not breaking away from yours. after an unexpected staring competition, he smiled. “sure — i'll get the form immediately,” he replied. afterwards he lead you into the gym, showing you around on the way to fetch the application form introducing himself at the same time.

‘of course i know who you are,’ you thought to yourself. your eyes never left his figure, admiring his profile. for the nth time, you felt like it was a dream

he looked much more attractive up close.

☾ ⋆ * ･゚: ⋆ * ･゚: ✧ * ⋆. *: ･ﾟ ✧ .: ⋆ * ･゚: .⋆ ☾

what seemed like weeks passed by and you were still in the same dimension, not once waking up to reality. the topic of being in a dream that once worried you seemed to have been forgotten by you, as if you truly belonged in the dimension you found yourself into. slowly, your relationship with him developed further and you became a pair.

you once looked at him for being so good looking, a personality that you loved, born with talent and bonus point for being your favourite fictional character. now looking at the sleeping boyfriend in front of you with his head rested on his crossed arms, you brought out a hand as you reached out, gently grazing his cheek with the back of your index finger.

you loved everything about him.

“if i were from a different dimension, how would you react?” you asked in a whisper, careful not to stir him awake. you looked around your surroundings, the quiet library where your boyfriend would accompany you study once every week; the scenery through the tinted windows with the muffled sounds of pouring rain cutting the usual silence; and the man you wished had not been a fictional character sleeping with inaudible snores, including the visible bags under his eyes from practicing.

there were very few students today, as they quietly studied for the upcoming finals. months had passed since you found yourself in the dimension away from reality, you never once returned and you had nearly forgotten about it.

“i don't want to wake up from this — if only you weren't fictional, and if only we were meant to be together in the same world,” you whispered as a cracked sob escaped from your lips that couldn't help but quiver at the memories you had with him.

looking at how peaceful your boyfriend looked, you had to smile as a tear managed to escape. you softly called out to his name, the name you wished you could call forever, adding an “i love you” to finish the sentence.

at the end of the day, he couldn't get your words out of his head. he heard everything, and he wanted to talk to you about it.

he never wanted to lose you either.

☾ ⋆ * ･゚: ⋆ * ･゚: ✧ * ⋆. *: ･ﾟ ✧ .: ⋆ * ･゚: .⋆ ☾

tomorrow marked one year since you arrived in the fictional dimension. you were currently in his room, relaxing on his bed as he did his homework. was it the right time to talk about it? you pondered. it was rare for you to be quiet in times like this, and he probably figured out what you were thinking.

“when did you arrive here?” he asked, snapping you out of your endless thoughts leaving you in confusion.

“what do you mean?” you replied, “didn't you invite me here this morning?”

he brought his eyes to gaze into yours. “i mean, this dimension — the one you said fictional.”

his words caught you by surprise, making you wonder when did he found out. “how did you—”

“i'm sorry,” he replied, “i overheard you mentioning it that day in the library..”

it was when you finally realized — tomorrow would mark one year since you found yourself in the haikyuu dimension. now thinking about it, anxiety slowly rised into your head.

what if tonight would mark the last night for you to spend your time here?

your shaky pupils met his worrying ones. “are you okay?” he asked worriedly, rising from his seat to approach your trembling figure. you couldn't help but watch as his arms wrapped themselves around you, pulling you closer to him in an embrace. the tears wanting to escape began pouring out, dripping from your cheeks as they fell between him and you.

‘i don't want to leave.’

‘please don't leave.’

you didn't know how long had it been since you stayed in the same position, holding each other close. with a shaky breath, you began explaining everything; how you found yourself in the dimension and the world you originally belonged — the reality you had to face.

“maybe this would be the last day for me to be here,” you whispered.

he stayed quiet the whole time, not knowing what to say after hearing your explanations. he tried to process your words one by one, wanting to believe such a miracle exist for him and you.

he held you tighter in his arms as he called out to your name, repeating them before finding his tears overflowing as they streamed down his cheeks.

“i promise you,” he began, “i promise you, that i'll find you in our next life. i may be a fictional character in your world, and you will disappear from my world one day, but that won't change a thing. i love you, i love you and i love you —”

he pulled away from you, allowing some space in between as he cupped your face. slowly and gently, he tilted your face up to face him. he could only stare into your glassy eyes, still glistening from the tears. “i promise that in our next life, i'll find you and you'll find me.”

you smiled. “i promise that in our next life, i'll find you and you'll find me.” you repeated his words as your pinkies intertwined into a pinky promise.

you spent your night in his arms, talking about the possible future you might have in your next life, and recalling the memories you shared with him in his world.

the next morning, you were gone in his arms — as if you never existed in first place.

☾ ⋆ * ･゚: ⋆ * ･゚: ✧ * ⋆. *: ･ﾟ ✧ .: ⋆ * ･゚: .⋆ ☾

as you tried to chase after your pet, it stopped right in front of a stranger as it clung onto him lovingly. “i-i'm sorry! i hope it doesn't cause you any trouble,” you panted, stopping next to it as you bowed deeply in front of the stranger who didn't utter a word.

“s-sir?” you called out, confused at his silence. you stood straight as you met the gaze of the familiar looking stranger who stared at you with wide eyes.

as if everything crashed upon you, you stared at him in surprise, your heart aching at the lingering familiarity upon your first meeting.

‘i found you.’

you had never met him before, yet why were you crying?

you both began to walk together as you exchanged greetings and numbers, your pet leading the way towards where it wanna be. what was important, though, was that you both recalled a certain memory from a previous life.

“i promise that in our next life, i'll find you and you'll find me.”

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annieoncrack · 1 year

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spider-man kiss with akaashi keiji

akaashi x gnreader, just a cute lil idea ;)

“okay I’m getting off,” you said, carefully jumping off the monkey bars that were meant for toddlers.

you both often spent time after practise at the park near the school. usually you both would sit on the park bench but today you decided to take the monkey bars since none of the kids were hanging around there.

“the sun just started setting,” the boy lightly chuckled. “come on it’s not even that uncomfortable.”

“my butt disagrees,” you shook your head, turning to look at the boy who just rolled his eyes playfully.

gosh. he’s so beautiful.

a year into your relationship and a single action could still make the butterflies go feral.

golden hour was slowly ending and parents started calling out to their children, telling them that it was time to go home. but right now it felt like the day had started all over again.

“you’re so pretty,” you tell him and a faint blush appeared at the tip of his ears.

“thank you,” he shyly smiled down at you. “so are you.”

just as you were about to say something silly you realised the elevation and an idea popped into your head.

“you don’t get dizzy when you hang upside down right?” you questioned him and he shrugged.

“ive never really thought about it but i dont think so.”

“ok. hang upside down.”

he wanted to ask a follow up question but decided to trust you based on the look on your face. when he was hanging from the bars in such a way that perfectly aligned his face to yours you smiled widely.

“ok close your eyes,” you said excitedly and akaashi just obliged.

you take a second to stare at his features from this angle. his soft ruffled hair gravitated to the ground and his pink lips looked kinda funny but so kissable.

finally, you placed your cold hands on his cheeks and brushed your lips against his. it didnt take him long to follow and deepen the kiss and instinctively he brought his hands upwards to cup your cheeks but was met with nothing due to his position.

you both let out a soft laugh, your heads resting on the others chin. “for someone so smart you can be silly at times.”

“oh really,” he challenged. “you try hanging upside down and then we’ll see.”

the playful glint in his eyes and hot breath fanning over your face made you grin.

“you’re on.”

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lssugaluv · 2 years

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Having the HQ boys forcing you out of bed in the mornings.

(Various Haikyuu characters x female reader.)

You are married to them.

They are trying to force you out of bed to get your days started with.

Kuroo, Iwazumi, Suga, and Akaashi.

Kuroo:

Kuroo hears his alarm go off at 6:45 a.m. He groaned a bit to turn it off. He knew it was time to get ready for work on a Monday morning. He has work at 9:00 a.m, but has to wake up a little early. No, not because it’s a Monday, but because you, his loving wife, needs an extra push. EVERY morning. He sits up on the edge of the bed and checks his phone. Nothing important, and then turns to you. “Babe. It’s time to wake up.” He gives you a small peck on your forehead, but nothing. “Babe, come on. We need to get ready for work.” Nothing again. “Y/n, we need to get ready.” He feels bad waking you up so decides to turn on the shower and get his stuff ready. He turns and sees you sound asleep, that he even picks your work outfit and gets your things ready as well. He looks at the clock and sees it’s already 7:25 a.m. He walks back towards you, grabs the sheets off of you, and picks you up. “Sorry baby, but it’s time to get up.” You wake up to being in your husband’s arms. “Where are going?” You ask as you’re waking up in a confused state. “We’re going to shower real quick okay.” You two shower, brush your hair and teeth and get ready for your days. “Thanks for waking me up babe.” You say with a full mouth of toast. “Baby, we do this every morning.” He says with a small scoff yet a sweet smile. “Are you getting tired of our routine?” You say grinning. “Never.”

Iwazumi:

He already knows what his morning duties are. They are to wake up on time, pick his work outfit, get ready, make a quick breakfast, and having to force his wife out of bed. It can be a bit hard for him to wake up in the mornings, especially him being a heavy sleeper. But compared to his wife, he is a featherweight sleeper. That woman can sleep literally through anything. “Y/n, it’s time to get up.” He says it in a monotone. Why? Because he already knows that doesn’t do anything. He takes the sheets off of you, pulls you towards him grabbing you from your legs. You wake up to your husband standing in front of you. “Good morning Iwa-love. Is it morning already?” You say with your morning voice. “Y/n, at this point I’m convinced that you do this on purpose.” He says with a furrowed brow. “Anything to get my husband to pull me out of bed in the morning, yes of course.” You put both arms straight out towards him and he lifts you up like a feather. You give him a kiss on the cheek and thank him. “Watch the day you run late.” He says. “I won’t. Because I have you to wake me up.” You say with a smile as you walk in the bathroom.

Suga:

“Wakey wakey princess.” Are the words you hear from your husband of 3 years. Oh how you love to hear his voice in the morning. “Good morning Kosh.” You say with a small smile. “Come on baby, let’s get ready.” He grabs your hand and you walk together to the bathroom, with hands locked to one another. You both brush your teeth, wash your faces, do your hair, and then get dressed. When you’re tired, you do everything at a slower pace from usual. Suga loves seeing you like this. If he could, he would let you sleep in. But because you can sleep for hours, and he knew you would miss work because of that. “I’m going to get socks, and make breakfast.” You walk out from your shared room and walk to your living room. You lazily look for a matching pair of socks and then walk into the kitchen. You decided to make a quick ham and egg breakfast sandwich for you and Suga. You decided to put the bread in the toaster. You then continue on cooking the egg and ham. You turned to see your couch look extra cozy. You lazily walk to the couch and wait for the bread to toast. You then remember waking up to a screaming Suga, the smoke alarm, and to the smell of burnt bread. “Y/N!!!!! WHAT IN THE WORLD DID YOU DO!!!” Suga came in running into the kitchen to come to black charred bread. He then uses a pillow from the sofa to air out the smoke detector. “Please don’t tell me you went back to sleep?!” You look at him with a sleepy face and a guilty smile. “Princess, this needs to stop! You can burn the whole house down next time.” He walks towards you and gives you a tight hug. “I’m taking over kitchen duties every morning now.”

Akaashi:

You wake up to being carried by your husband Akaashi. You felt your legs lazily wrapped around his back as your arms were around his neck. Your bathroom is apart from your room in your shared clubhouse. He gently sat you down on the toilet seat and get your toothbrushes ready. “Brush your teeth honey.” You began to slowly brush your teeth with the smallest of effort. As he finishes rinsing his mouth, he turns to see you fallen asleep on the toilet with your toothbrush in the corner of your mouth. “Oh baby.” He says with a sigh followed by a small giggle. “Honey, finish brush your teeth.” He helps you up by grabbing your arm gently. He then helps you get your hair done by handing you the hair brush and hair tie. He then picks you up again and walks back to the room. He knows he needs to be up extra early. Because for you, it takes extra effort to wake up. Even though you’re awake, you aren’t fully there. It takes about another hour for you to be functional. He is totally okay with it though. He wouldn’t change his morning routine at all. He gently sits you on bed and changes. He turns to see you laid down flat on your back, falling back to sleep. “Well this was a mistake.” He thinks to himself. He tugged on your arm and says, “okay honey, no you need to wake up.” You open your eyes, stand up and do as your sweet husband says.” He’s not one to yell at you but you can tell when worry or sternness comes in his voice. You finally change and meet him in the kitchen. He has your iced coffee ready with a muffin in hand. “Here you go baby.” He says as he hands you your stuff. “What would I do without you Akaashi?” You say with a smile on your face. “You for sure wouldn’t wake up.” He says as he gives you a small peck on your lips. “Let’s go honey.”

Afterthought: I don’t know why I woke up and decided to write this! I am a huge heavy sleeper myself, and I can imagine these men doing this lol. I would for sure love to wake up to Akaashi though 🥹.

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