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[sage-sunset]

sunflowers in the rainy winter  - akaashi bday special

this is an aged up, post-college au for my akaashi simps out there

warnings - not much, total fluff, a bit suggestive at the very end 

recommended - 14+

wc - 2.2k

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“Happy birthday, baby!” He looks you up and down, rubbing his tired eyes. You’re standing there in that pastel blue puffer coat that he bought you a month ago, shaking from the cold with raindrops stuck to your eyelashes. It’s pouring outside, and you’re holding your umbrella in one hand and a box in the other.

“y/n… love… it’s 12:07. In the morning.”

“I know! I wanted to beat Bokuto this year, he probably won’t get here until two!” “...until?” “You must be tired. Let’s go to bed!” You set the umbrella in the bag and put it in the little stand he has before taking off your coat. You’re wearing fuzzy flannel pajamas, the set Bokuto got the three of you last year. You’re still shivering when you put the box into the fridge and then pull him into the bedroom.

Normally you like to hold him, but since you’re freezing like this, he wraps you into his arms and you flop onto the bed together to huddle under the blankets. Your feet are like ice cubes, and he kisses your forehead and smiles into your hair as you fall asleep in his arms. 

He may have been woken up at midnight, but you being here already makes it the best birthday ever.

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He’s barely dozed off when the door bursts open, and the telltale “HEY HEY HEY” rings out. He rolls his eyes and sits up to see his best friend, standing there in his soaked glory. You’re somehow still asleep, hands clinging to his shirt.

Bokuto is covered in rain, his silvery hair plastered to his clammy forehead. It’s so cold outside Keiji is surprised it’s not snowing.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRO-” “Bokuto-san, please keep it down. Y/N is still sleeping.” “My bad! HAHAHA-” “Loud.” “Sorry!” He whisper-yells, and Keiji rolls his eyes again. Why did he give this doofus a house key? “Anyways, if you’re this adamant about being here, you can crash on the couch like last year.” “Nah, I’m gonna go home. It’s cold as balls outside, and I want my blanket!” Just like that, he leaves. He spent a good 25 minutes walking over to Keiji’s house in the freezing cold rain at midnight, and he literally just yelled for thirty seconds and then left again.

What the fuck? He tries not to think about it, and goes back to letting you curl into him.

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This time, he wakes up by himself. The curtain’s open, light filters through, and he sits up. You’re not there, but the smell of something delicious wafts through the apartment.

He rubs his eyes and checks the time, it’s only a bit past eight. He smiles when he walks into the kitchen to see you making something, obviously the source of the smell.

“Love, what’s this?” “Making waffles for my waffle!” He stares at you.

“That sounded much more romantic in my head.” His waffle is just the way he likes them; crispy but still soft and fluffy inside. He stares at it, a warm fuzzy feeling bubbling inside at the little message you’ve spelled out in syrup over the whipped cream; “HAPPY BIRTHDAY”. Jesus, he needs to marry you soon.

“Do you want coffee or tea?” “Coffee, please.” He takes a bite once you’ve sat down. It’s perfect, and as he eats he stares at you. You’re perfect too. 

“So, I’m sure you’ve already booked my day full. What are the plans?” You giggle, and the sound makes him feel even warmer.

“I remembered last month that you said that that new gallery was opening up at the museum. And Tsukishima-kun told me that there’s a big shark exhibit opening at the aquarium. So I figured-” “We go to the gallery, get lunch at that cafe we love, and see the sharks?” “You read my mind! Do you want to do that? If not, we can plan something else-” He takes one of your hands in his, and gently presses a kiss to your knuckle, right on your little silver band.

“It sounds absolutely perfect.” He starts to gather up the dishes, but you swat him away.

“You’re the birthday boy, go get ready! Oh, and I forgot to mention, Kuroo-san said that he and a few others are coming over around seven. So we should try to get back by five or so.” He pecks your cheek as you wash the dishes, and you giggle again.

“That’s fine. Do you know how long they’ll be over?” “Not sure, but it won’t be too late, trust me. I’ll have plenty of time to see my birthday boy in his birthday suit…” He blushes, and you turn back to washing the plates. 

“Go take a shower. I’ll join you in a bit.”

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The gallery is incredible. You seem to agree, staring into each painting with focus and intent. The good thing about you both being artsy is that you can enjoy this kind of thing together.

He holds your hand gently as you lead him to the centerpiece. It’s nothing short of breathtaking. A huge, sprawling field of sunflowers in the middle of summer. The sky is the purest blue you can imagine, and puffy clouds float in the sea of azure. There’s a pair of hot air balloons floating among the clouds, one decorated in oranges and one in purples. In the distance a little farmhouse sits on the hill. The painting is oil, and it’s huge, taller than him. 

“It’s so beautiful, isn’t it, Keiji?” He says nothing, staring into the flower field. He imagines for a second that it’s real, that you and him are standing in the ocean of sunflowers, under the summer sky.

That farmhouse could be yours. He can see it, a quiet life there with you two. He’d spend the day writing, you’d spend the day playing the piano and singing with that little fairy voice of yours. 

You’d take a picnic basket down into the field, lay down a little blanket and watch the sunset on the hill. Just the two of you, safe and calm and warm as the sun fades away.

“Keiji?” He’s startled out of his fantasy to see you looking at him, a smile playing at your lips.

“Did you hear me?” “Sorry, what did you say?” “I just said that you’ve been staring at that painting for the past fifteen minutes. I’m starting to get jealous,” you tease.

He smiles at that notion. The painting may be beautiful, but it fades in comparison to you. But then again, so does everything else.

“Let’s get lunch, love. We’ll have to hurry if we want to catch those sharks.” -

This cafe may well be his favorite place on earth. Simply put, it’s where you met. You worked there part time, and he’d stopped by every day after class to get his work done. Once he’d first seen you though, he began to focus on you, rather than his homework.

It took him a month to build up the balls to ask you out. You’d said yes, and your very first date was dinner and a planetarium show. Much more romantic than a movie, you’d said when he asked if it was lame.

And now here you were, about to eat lunch here after being together for two and a half years. There you are, ordering him a Hokkaido bubble tea and red bean toast, the two things you spent weeks writing down his order for. Before he’s even pulled out his wallet, you’ve paid, and he’s barely able to scold you for not letting him pay because you sit him down.

“That painting was really something else, huh?” He nods, gazing into your eyes.

“Don’t stare, you’re making me self-conscious.” “Shush, let me admire my beautiful girlfriend.” Since you’re in public, the most you can do without getting looks is hold hands, which you do even when the bubble teas and pastries are set down in front of you. His thumb gently strokes the band on your finger.

He doesn’t let go of your hand as you walk into the aquarium. He doesn’t let go as you walk past the giant tank, staring at the colorful fish and little crustaceans. He doesn’t let go when you ask the kind older woman to take a picture of you two in the shark’s mouth, and he most certainly doesn’t let go as you gently stroke the bamboo shark’s back in the touch tank.

Neither of you want to leave, but he knows that his friends will be coming over soon and you’ll want to have the cake and stuff ready. So before you leave, he buys you an adorable stuffed shark plush from the gift store.

Once you’re home, you decide to eat a little something so that you won’t be having only cake for dinner. He sets out some leftovers; the braised eggs from yesterday morning, the cucumber salad you made a few days ago to go with the katsu bowls, and he heats up some rice and leftover chicken.

While the love of your life sets out some food, you take the cake you brought over last night out of the fridge and place it out on the table. It’s simple, swirled with purple and blue with macarons on top. You also bought a 23 candle, a little golden one. 

It’s perfect.

You eat quickly, only having a little bit but enough to satisfy your stomach. Before you two know it, there’s a knock at the door.

The only person who’d knock, it’s Tsukishima. He may be a sarcastic little shit, but he’s tolerable compared to the other people coming over tonight.

“Good evening, y/n-san.” “Hey, Tsukki-kun. Come on it, it’s chilly outside.” In a little bit, Kuroo and Kenma show up. Then come Yukie and Kaori, Komi and Konoha, and of course the ace himself.

“HEY HEY HEY! HOW’S THE BIRTHDAY BOY DOIN’?!”

You smile at Yukie and Kaori, shaking your heads at the tall man who’s currently hugging your boyfriend so tightly you think he might burst.

“I’m doing well, Bokuto-san. Would you mind putting me down?” “Sure thing, birthday buddy! n/n been takin’ care of you today?” “I’m sure she has, in quite a few ways,” snickers Kuroo, and Bokuto guffaws as Kenma elbows the rooster-headed asshole.

“Don’t be crude.” scolds Kenma as he scrolls through his phone. You assume that Kuroo made him leave his switch at home.

Two hours into the evening and a bottle of champagne later and the cake is almost gone. Yukie and Bokuto are having an arm wrestling contest on the coffee table with Tsukki as the referee, Kaori is passed out on the couch, Komi and Konoha are giggling like second graders for no reason, and Kenma is crying into Kuroo’s shirt about his village and how he needs to get back to the island, that shit ain’t gonna build itself. Keiji is sitting beside you, his head buried in your shoulder.

“You tired, baby?” He nods, his hand gently rubbing your thigh.

“Okay, I’ll call a cab for these idiots. Sit tight.” You stand to go grab your phone, and before you know it the living room is clear of the eight stooges. Keiji walks up behind you, his face slightly flushed, and wraps his arms around you. You can tell he’s a bit tipsy, but he’s not falling over or anything.

“Baby, go brush your teeth and get ready for bed. I’ll clean up in here.” “I can help, love-” “No. I’ll only be a minute. The birthday boy still has one more gift to open.”

With that, you unlatch him from you and go to clean up the glasses and plates. It was nice to catch up with everybody, especially the girls. There were only ten of you, but it was nice to have company for the first time in a while.

You set the leftover cake into the fridge before going into the bathroom to brush your teeth, and you can feel a pair of eyes on you as you wash up and change into one of his shirts.

“Come here, love.”

“In a second.”

“You’re spending the night, right?”

“Of course, baby. I’m yours for the night.”

“You’re too good to me.” “You’re one to talk, prince charming.” He smiles and takes you into his arms. The kiss he pulls you into is just as dizzying and passionate as all of his kisses, but just a bit more fervent. He’s excited, and so are you. 

He pulls away to take your hand, his favorite place to press gentle kisses to. His lips brush over the little band for what feels like the millionth time today, and you remember the promise that the ring means. So does he, and he can’t wait to replace it with a diamond one.

He kisses you again, and you melt into it. He’s so gentle, impossibly so, but despite the gentleness he’s still trapping you there. But trapped against him as he presses a kiss to your forehead and holds your hand in his isn’t such a bad place to be.

“God, I love you so much,” he whispers into your hair. “Mm, how much?” “To the sunflower fields and back.”

(a/n - the “silver band” is supposed to be a promise ring. I’ve always thought that he’d be the kind of guy who would buy you a promise ring.)

#akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader #haikyuu x reader #akaashi keji x reader #akaashi fluff #haikyuu fluff

[sage-sunset]

masterlist

haikyuu:

music to my ears - akaashi x reader (college au) 16+ (recommended) 1k

part two 1.1k

part three coming soon!

sunflowers in the rainy winter - akaashi birthday special (slight au) 14+ (recommended) 2.2k

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funny things - sugawara x reader, slight oc x reader, 13+ (recommended) 1.5k

 tw: death, denial

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#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #sugawara kōshi #sugawara x reader #suga x reader #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji #haikyuu masterlist

[sage-sunset]

music to my ears (2)

akaashi keiji x reader, college au

You stared down at your phone, surprised to hear from your newest acquaintance. Akaashi Keiji was easily the prettiest boy you’d ever met, and you felt your stomach flutter at the idea of going on a date with him.

“Good morning, Y/N. How’re you feeling today?” “Great, thanks!” You’d bought the new sheets, and it had worked wonders. Combined with some ointment and a benadryl, the swelling and rashes had gone down quickly. A quiet beeping on your watch reminded you that your lecture was in half an hour. 

“I’m heading out, Yacchan. I’ll be in the practice room after, so I won’t be back until noon.”

“See you soon!”

You headed out, violin case in hand. Your lecture was for English, which was one of your favorite subjects. Not to mention you were reading Pride and Prejudice, which was one of your favorite Western books.

As you walked across campus, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You spun to see who it was, and your face fell.

“What do you want, Kuroo?” “Kuroo? Formal. What happened to Tetsu-” “Tetsurou was my friend. You’re just an immature asshole.” “Ouch.” “I have to get to class. What is it?” “He asks about you every day. Did you block him?” “Yeah, of course.” “Damn. That’s cold.” “You know what was cold, Kuroo? Him sleeping around with anything that had a vagina. I’m not getting back with that dickhead, so tell him that it’s over. It’s always been over.” He sighed, and before he could say anything else you turned and walked away.

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You thought about it during your entire class. Akaashi was very kind and respectful from what you’d seen, not to mention that he was gorgeous. It would be nice to get to know him a little better.

After class, you went into a practice room. You had it reserved for Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays at ten forty five until eleven thirty, and it was a nice one with a piano. You warmed up before moving on to your assigned pieces, beginning with part of Amy Beach’s Sonata.

On off days you practiced in one of the public ones, but those rooms were smaller and not as soundproofed. You spent an entire practice session trying to drown out the noises of a squeaky ass alto sax playing careless whisper.

Your fingers danced across the strings as your mind drifted away. Every time you played, you got sucked into another world, a world away from ex friends and toxic masculinity and itchy dryer sheets, a world where there were only gorgeous boys with a lyral allergy that asked you out to coffee.

As the timer ticked its final minutes away, buzzing once your time was up, you finished the piece. Scales and warmups were boring, just a way to get your fingers used to the feeling of playing, as if you could ever forget. But when you played a piece that you loved, it felt amazing.

You packed up, shutting the case and putting the sheet music back into your folder. A million thoughts raced through your head as you tried to put your mind in order. Being organized wasn’t your thing.

You had a baroque workshop at one, and then at four an art history presentation. You decided to get some quick lunch, but before that you realized that in your haste to make it to class and in your anger at seeing Kuroo again, you had forgotten to actually respond to Akaashi.

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You drummed your fingers on the table lightly, waiting for him to show up. It was about twelve, and you only had a short time to get to know him.

“Hello, L/N-san.” “Oh, hey Akaashi-san.” He sat across from you, and you blushed slightly under his gaze. Why was he so freaking pretty?? 

“So, what’s your major? You mentioned a workshop.” “It’s music theory and composition.” “You play an instrument?” “Yeah, violin. I can also play the piano and flute, but the violin is my favorite.” “I see. I’m not very talented with music, but I love to write.” “Are you a literature major then?” “Yes.” “Sounds fun. What do you like to read?” “All kinds of books. Western novels have been my interest lately.” “Which authors do you like?” “Agatha Christie, Charles Dickens, Ernest Hemingway, Jane Austen-” “Pride and Prejudice, right? And Emma?” He smiled, nodding.

“That’s right. Do you like those books?” “They’re classics. My mom used to read them to me, it was how I learned English. That and from listening to musicals.” “So, you like musical theater as well?” “Yeah! I like singing, and I like telling stories, so it’s the best of both worlds.” He nodded again, and you both chatted for a while before your watch started beeping again.

“Oh, class is in a few minutes. I’ve got to go.” “Before you do, would you like to go somewhere together? I had a nice time, and-” “I’d like that.” It slipped out, and you blushed profusely.

“Well, my roommate’s friends with a bunch of guys. They’re having a party on Saturday night, and maybe you could come.” “Oh, sure. Where is it?” “I’ll text you the details. I don’t want you to be late.” You smiled, grabbing your case and backpack before putting a ten on the table for the drinks you’d gotten. You didn’t really eat anything, but it was fine. You’d order takeout with Yachi later.

“I’ll see you soon, Akaashi-san.” “Call me Keiji, please.” “Then call me Y/N! Thank you for meeting with me, Keiji-kun!” You turned and left, feeling impossibly light. Going to a party with a guy who seemed into you… a dream. Saturday morning you had orchestra practice, but that ended at one. 

The next class you were feeling inspired, and it translated into your playing. Kiyoko, one of your friends and a pianist (but not a music major, just someone who enjoyed it for fun), told you that you sounded better than usual.

Music was more beautiful when you had someone to share it with.

You stretched out on the couch, eating your Chinese as Yachi typed away on a paper. It was getting late, and you were both tired, so once she finished you put on a horror movie to fall asleep to.

“This one’s scary. What’s it called?” “As Above something something. It’s in the catacombs, I think-” Your phone went off, and you grabbed it, smiling when you saw the name but face falling when you saw what he’d written.

Yachi looked over your shoulder, and leaned her head on you.

“That’s good, don’t you like him? Are you gonna go?” You felt conflicted. A little sick. Tired. 

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” “Omega Kappa, that’s where Teru-” “Oh. I get it. Crap.”

You sat in the darkened dorm room, staring at the message.

That was your ex’s fraternity.

#akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #college au #haikyuu college au

[sage-sunset]

funny things

sugawara koushi x reader, slight oc x reader

tw: death, denial, angsty times

Room eight thirty-seven.

You visited every single day. It was part of your routine, to bring a bouquet of flowers and push back tears. The hospital had a vibe that made you sad, a vibe like sickness and death. Death was something that you didn’t want to think about, especially now.

Eight thirty-seven. You held the bouquet in your hands, your headphones playing softly in your ears. Today you’d come after practice, since it had ended earlier than usual. Hinata had wanted to practice for longer, but Daichi had cut it short because the third years’ workloads were getting heavier.

Exams were coming. You had to study.

The elevator stopped, and you stepped out, shivering slightly at the chill in the building.

Room eight thirty-seven. You stepped inside.

“Hey, baby. How are you doing?”

He was awake, at least. Despite having seen him less than 24 hours ago, you felt like it had been a lifetime since you’d been with him.

“I’m fine. How was school?” “Good. It was good.” “And practice went okay? Everyone’s doing well?” “Yeah, it’s great. We’re improving a lot.” You sat at the foot of the bed, and your boyfriend took your hand in his. He smiled gently at you, and you resisted the urge to cry.

“Can I tell you something, Y/N?” “Depends. Will I cry?” “Maybe, but it’s important.” You said nothing, and he put a hand to your cheek.

“I want you to find someone.” “What do you mean?” “You know what I mean. Find someone else to fall in love with, meet someone nice who’ll take care of you when I’m-” “No, don’t say that.” “I told you, I’m not scared to die. But I am scared of the idea of you being alone, unable to move on.” “I don’t think I can. You know I love you.” “I love you too. That’s why I need you to be happy.” The next day during practice, you sat on the bench, deep in thought. Managing the team was fun, and it helped to distract from reality, but his words still carried in your head. You didn’t want to dwell on him forever, but it wouldn’t feel right to fall in love again while you still longed for him.

“Hey Y/N!” You turned to see the three third years, and mustered up a fake smile.

“Do you want someone to walk you home? It’s darker than yesterday.” Daichi said, and you shook your head.

“It’s fine, Daichi-san. Thank you.” You went by the store to pick up a bouquet. You walked ten minutes from the store to the hospital. You checked in with Naoka and went up to the eighth floor.

“Hey, baby. How are you doing?” The next day, the third years offered again. You said no, that you were fine. He said the same thing, that you deserved to fall in love again.

The day after was before the weekend. Practice ran an extra half hour, and you once again received the offer to be escorted home. Before you could refuse however, Sugawara stepped forward, saying that they would be more than happy to. You felt guilty saying no, and suddenly a thought ran through your head.

Tomorrow was your day off. You’d be able to spend the whole day with him. Maybe, just for tonight, you could walk straight home. You were tired. You could text him later tonight, he would understand.

You told them yes.

Walking in the summer heat, you took in a deep breath. It was a beautiful night. Daichi and Suga walked beside you, and Asahi hung back a bit. You talked about nothing really, just about your house and your family and how you were liking managing the team. It was nice.

The next day, you tell him you’re sorry. That you didn’t mean to forget, but practice was late and you were tired. He laughs it off, and you make up for it by giving him a kiss. He smiles, but you can see the bags under his eyes. 

He’s getting sicker, the doctor says. He’ll be ok, you tell yourself. He’s a fighter, he’ll get through it.

Denial is a funny thing.

“I want you to be happy. Please, promise me that you won’t hold onto me once I’m gone.” “Don’t worry about it. You’ll be fine, please just let me hold you.” At practice, you let the third years walk you home more often. It’s easier than going to the hospital and hearing them tell you that your boyfriend is going to be dead in a few months.

One day Daichi is busy and Asahi is out sick. So it’s just you and Sugawara, and he takes you to dinner since it’s not too late and you’re both starving. You eat and talk and laugh, and a daily bouquet turns into a weekly one.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to forget. Sweetheart, I-” “It’s alright. I’m glad you have such good friends. It makes me feel better about when I-” “Quiet. Let me be with you.” One day you start crying at practice. It’s out of nowhere, just because you’re feeling especially guilty about missing your daily visits. Immediately all of the players come over, Nishinoya and Tanaka trying are nearly hysterical trying to figure out what’s wrong, and Ennoshita is simultaneously trying to calm them down and help you. The first years all stand there awkwardly, and Asahi and Daichi try to ask you if you’re okay. You say you are, that you’re just stressed and that everything’s ok.

Everything isn’t.

Later, Sugawara walks you home. He lets you cry into him again, and the next day there’s a note and a flower on your desk. You recognize his handwriting, and you try to tell yourself that it’s just a gift to a friend. You tell yourself that you don’t think he’s handsome and kind and that you’re not falling for him.

You are.

Room eight thirty-seven. You break down, trying to push away the guilt over being in love with another boy. He swears that it’s okay, it doesn’t bother him, he’s happy you have such wonderful friends. 

He lies to you. He has to, because if you hear so much as a cough from him you start to bawl. He says that he’s got time. That the doctor said he might pull through. He doesn’t want you to worry.

You do anyway.

One day, you take Suga to meet him. Telling the boy that you like and who also likes you that you have a boyfriend dying in the hospital is awkward, but their meeting isn’t. All he says is that he’s glad you have someone like Suga to depend on.

Now he knows. They both know that they’re not the only one you love. And they both seem to accept it.

The rest of the team notices it. How he leans into you sometimes, how you hold quiet conversations, how you walk home together almost every night. They don’t know everything though, they don’t know that you go to pick out flowers together, that you cry into his shoulder in the storage closet.

It’s nice to have someone who knows.

He says that too. When you go to visit, he says that he hopes you both end up together. 

“You would make such a good couple.” “Don’t say foolish things, love.” It’s not foolish.

Sugawara kisses you one day. You go to eat dinner, and he puts a hand on yours as you sit outside on a bench, talking and laughing. He presses a kiss to your lips, and you feel guilty because you kiss him back.

By the end of the week he’s your boyfriend. 

When you visit him and tell him about you dating, he smiles. He looks happy.

“Why are you smiling? I thought you’d be mad, or sad, or-” “I’m smiling because I’m happy. It’s good to see you like this. You’re in love again.” “I will always be in love with you.” You get the call next week. It’s practice, and everyone’s taking a quick break. You sit with Kiyoko and Yachi, chatting, when your phone rings. You pick up. They ask if it’s Y/N L/N, you say it is.

You start to cry.

In an instant, Suga’s beside you, holding you. It feels like the world is ending around you. He sends Daichi a nod, and he says to pack up, that practice is over.

Loss is a funny thing.

You still visit. You both visit, and you bring flowers. The grave is beautiful, surrounded by snow. It’s winter break, and you and Suga decide to go see him again. You cry a little, but he holds your hand and you both say a prayer. You hope that in the afterlife, he is happy.

It’s the least you could wish for. He was never concerned with himself, no matter how badly it hurt to see you with someone new. He cared about your happiness, not his.

Suga prays for his happiness as well. He prays that his bravery and love for you will never be forgotten, because he can’t begin to imagine how hard it was to see you with someone else. Suga hopes that he himself can gain that strength.

Suga loves you. You love him. And your boyfriend loved you. Love is all that mattered, really.

Love is a funny thing.

#sugawara kōshi #sugawara x reader #haikyuu!! #angst #anime #suga x reader

[sage-sunset]

music to my ears

akaashi keiji x reader - part one

college au

When you woke up, the first thing that you noticed was the pain.

It wasn’t a harsh stabbing pain, or even a cramping pain. It was more like a throbbing burn, and you rubbed your eyes as you pulled up your pajama leg to examine the spot.

There was a big, red, angry rash on your leg. It was hot to the touch, and you felt woozy and sick at the feeling. Your roommate, Yachi, walked in with a mocha in hand and nearly dropped it.

“Oh god, what happened?” “It’s a rash. I’m not sure what caused it though.” “Maybe an allergy? Does it hurt?” “Yeah, but it’s not too bad.” “We should put something on it. Like aloe or tea tree. I’ll grab something.” She helped you apply some ointment, and once it seemed to get better, you got dressed. However, during class you started to feel the same burn on your arms. By the time you were back in your room, your arms and legs were both covered in swollen rashes. They hurt so badly that when Yachi got back and saw you sobbing on your bed, she immediately called your professors and told them about what had happened.

You got the next two days off as long as you turned in your essays and homework. You spent that night eating takeout and typing up your research paper on Paganini. 

Since Yachi’s special tea tree oil had helped the pain go away and gotten the swelling to go down, you were able to move without bursting into tears. However, you didn’t trust your clothes, so you shrouded yourself in a blanket.

“Hey Y/N?” “Yeah?” “Did you know that they started using a different brand of dryer sheets?” “What?” “Yeah, Tadashi told me about it. Apparently one of Tsukishima-kun’s friends had an allergic reaction to them.” “When did they switch them?” “A few days ago. They’re supposed to be better, I guess.” “Do you think-” “Yeah, you’re probably allergic to them. I’ll take your clothes to the wash and run them.” You thanked your angel of a roommate as she brought your hamper with her out into the hall, and you bit your lip trying to figure out what to do. Maybe you could ask for different ones? But they could have that same chemical that was giving you that reaction, and you didn’t know the old brand. 

One last idea crossed your mind. Maybe Tsukishima’s friend could help you out? You pulled out your phone and texted the blonde dinosaur, hoping that you wouldn’t have to use an iron for the next two years of college.

The next day, you searched for said room. It was in another building, but the room wasn’t that hard to find. You knocked three times, and it was opened by a tall, muscular boy. He had spiky silver hair and reminded you of an owl, but he was cute, you wouldn’t deny it.

“Hello! What brings you here, pretty lady?” “Um, I’m looking for Akaashi. My friend Tsukishima said-” “Tsukki? Friend? Wow, you must either be really nice or a total asshole to hang out with him!” “Yeah, he can be… difficult. But he said that Akaashi had an allergic reaction to the new dryer sheets.” “Oh yeah. It looked like it hurt!” “It did, trust me. The same thing happened to me. I was just wondering if he knew what chemical it was, and if he knew a brand that didn’t have it.” “He’s in class right now, but he’ll be back in, uh, half an hour or so. You can wait here if you want!” Akaashi’s roommate was really nice. He was very bubbly and kind despite his intimidating size, and the two of you made small talk as you waited. He was on the volleyball team, and so was Akaashi. They had been friends for a long time, and they had met Tsukishima back when he was playing for Karasuno.

“Do you have any blackmail for me? Embarrassing stories, funny mishaps?” You asked, and he laughed.

“Oh yeah! This one time, Kuroo brought weed to one of our hangouts. Tsukki got so sick that he puked on his own shoes!” “Oh my god. Well, this one time, we all went out to get burgers, and he told Tanaka that dunking fries in a milkshake was gross.” “What!? He said that!?” “I know, right? That’s heaven, period!”

“I remember when he went clubbing with us once. We had to carry him out to our car since he was crying into Yamaguchi’s shirt about how much he loved him. The poor kid couldn’t even talk because he was so embarrassed.” “Yamaguchi puts up with a lot. I was his partner for a project once, and we were studying in his room when Tsukki burst in and hid under the bed. Nishinoya came in about thirty seconds later holding a knife and a pickle, saying that he was going to ‘skin the usurper’. It was the highlight of freshman year.”

“That’s wild,” Bokuto said, laughter bubbling up at the image of Tsukishima huddling under a bed.

You talked for another while before the door opened again, and you turned to see the prettiest boy you’d ever seen. 

“Bokuto-san, who’s this?” “Y/N! She’s allergic to those new sheets too, Kashi!” “Oh, you have a Lyral allergy as well?” “Is that what it is?” you asked, still entranced by his beautiful face. “It causes skin irritation for me. Guess I’m not the only one,” he chuckled slightly, and you felt your heart flutter at the sight of his smile.

“I-I was just wondering if, y’know, you knew of a brand that didn’t have that stuff.” “Oh, sure. I ordered some the other day. If you don’t mind, could I send you the link later? They’re not expensive and they smell very nice.” “Yeah, that’s fine.” You exchanged numbers and you left, going back to your dorm to shower in Yachi’s special ointment and swoon over the fact that you got a boy’s number and you didn’t even have to ask him for it.

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