#akaashi keiji fanfiction

[vampkaashis-wife]

Hello I adapted this from a 1st person POV I wrote ages ago for a different thing so sorry if I missed anything in editing it

“Stop looking at me like that. I might do something we both regret,” Keiji says, splashing pool water in your general direction.

You smirk from the poolside, content to soak your feet and watch him swim. “Like what?” It’s surprising he can tell you’re looking at him very intensely at all. His glasses are on the table behind you along with his shirt and various electronic devices. Yours are there too, locking the pair of into this world for just yourselves.

Well. It’s the neighborhood pool, and you’re not the only ones there, but you might as well be. Keiji’s blind ass hasn’t been looking at anyone else since you got here.

“Like dragging you in here with me.”

“Try it. I’ll kill you.” After a moment, you relent. “Maybe we should’ve watched a movie at home. It’s too humid for this”

“I propose a compromise,” Keiji says, pushing through the water to lean up and rest his wet arms on your lap. You kick at him before he can, not wanting to get wet any more than you already have. “Just get in the pool, and I’ll romance you with a movie later.”

“Absolutely not,” you retort.

He pouts, making a snarky comment about how he’s trying his best but you still hate him. “Can you please try to act like you enjoy spending time with me?”

“I do. Immensely. I enjoy being salty about everything you do.” Without thinking, you reach out to pat his head. After a few seconds, you shake the water off your hands and back into the pool.

Keiji sighs, dragging himself out of the water. Keeping his head at a peculiar angle, he tries to get you to do it again. When you don’t, he shakes his hair out, making sure to splash you generously as if to ward off your wandering eyes that have spent maybe a moment too long on his bare torso.

“Like what you’re seeing?”

Quickly turning away, you pull your feet out of the pool. Walking past him to pick up the towel folded neatly on the table, you take a few breaths to gather your composure. That done, you turn on your heels and smile professionally at him. You throw the towel in his direction. “Do you like what you’re seeing?”

He catches it easily. Without skipping a beat, he squints at you and says, “I do.”

You blink, then busy yourself collecting your few collective belongings scattered on the table - phones, a shirt, watches - and hold Keiji’s glasses out for him.

“There’s nothing to see. I’m literally wearing a potato sack.” You gesture at the coverup dress that hides both your swimsuit and the shape of your frame.

Having reached you after just a few steps, he puts the glasses on, using the towel draped over his shoulders to ruffle his hair to dry it. Almost absently, he glances down at you. “Oh. This is an even better view. Not blurry anymore.” Flicking your ponytail, he plucks his belongings from your hands with a stupid grin. “Be thankful,” he says over his shoulder while gathering your belongings and starting to walk to the gate, “Not many girls get to gawk at me shirtless.”

“I’m going to murder you where you stand.”

“You won’t. It’ll make you lonely.”

Keiji has gotten cheekier over the years. Blunter, less afraid of driving you off by any words that tumble out of his mouth on purpose or otherwise. He used to be so unsure of himself, so unfailingly polite, almost to the point of being boring.

It’s quite nice that he’s like this now.

“Do you have a lot of work to finish tonight?”

“Sort of. Just have to send a few emails.” He elbows you as you walk down the sidewalk back to the house. You almost crash into a hedge. “Why are you always asking me about work? That’s the most boring part of my day.”

“What else am I supposed to ask you? At this point, I know everything else there is to know about you.”

Keiji nods at a few of your neighbors walking past, none of them seeming surprised to find you two walking around, hand in hand like teenage lovers despite your years of marriage. “I don’t know. What I want for dinner?”

“You don’t even answer that question when I ask it, so I really don’t think I will.”

Keiji gives you that look that you’ve come to interpret as You’re weird but my favorite. He opens the door with his right hand, since you still have hold of the other one. “Be back in a sec,” he smiles childishly, dropping your hand and the bag of pool supplies as soon as his feet pass the threshold. He slips in and out of your room to grab some dry clothes, shutting himself in the bathroom at an astonishing rate. “Gonna put clothes back on.”

-

When he comes back with a shirt on and the smallest of droplets still dripping from his hair, you pout jokingly and gesture at him with a disappointed flair. You’ve changed into tshirts and some shorts too, but nonetheless.

“What?” He laughs, sitting down at the kitchen table and packing away all the things spread across it - papers, pens, highlighters, sticky notes, bills to be paid. “Are you that upset I put on a shirt?”

“Will you think I’m a bad person if I say yes?” Though you don’t say it, you’re more concerned about the fact that his bottoms are a bright yellow color. They’re almost neon. They’re almost Itachiyama-esque. His shirt is Itachiyama green.

Keiji stands to deliver a quick peck on your lips before opening his laptop. “There’s a lot you can do before I’d think you’re a bad person. Sit tight for a moment; I’m going to send those emails.”

You gasp exaggeratedly. “You? Ignoring me?”

He hurls something from the floor at you.

You fall into silence after that, surrounded only by the clatter of Akaashi’s keyboard and your humming as you tap at your phone. Now and then, you look at him like you have something to say. He looks so lovely like this, though, that it steals the words right out of your mouth.

His spine is straight, as straight as it can be without being uncomfortable. Somehow, he looks professional in… a frankly horribly color coordinated outfit.

“Twenty dollars,” he says suddenly, slamming the enter key before folding his arms to smirk at you.

“What?”

“You’ve been looking at me for a very long time, so I’ll let you take a picture for twenty dollars, and you can look at it every day for the rest of your life.” As you sputter, he shuts his laptop and puts a sticky note on a folder, putting some papers gently inside. “Special discount. Normally it’d be fifty.” The stupid jerk smirks at you while he says it.

Standing up sharply, you suck in a breath. “I need a new threat. Murder is getting boring.” At that point, you make your way to his office, straight for his cluttered bookcase. “Maybe one of these has some inspiration.”

Running your fingers across the spines of the books, you stop wistfully on the spine of a particularly dusty one. Squinting, you bend down to study it a little more closely. “Keiji.”

“Yes, darling?” His voice is so close that you jump, dropping the book in the process. Keiji neatly scoops it up and puts it back on the shelf. With that same hand, he corners you against the shelves. “Did you want to make out against the bookshelf?”

While Keiji attempts to work his charms on you, you scowl and sidestep him, pushing his face away. “Absolutely not.”

You start to ramble about anything else, anything to cover up your fluster. Funny how he can still do this to you after being with you for so many years. After you’ve already seen him as uncool as he could possibly be.

Still standing by the bookshelf, he stays quiet for so long that you start to repeat yourself. Turning to look at him, you find him posing for a magazine cover, like he decided to play professional volleyball after all, or is trying to channel his inner Haiba Lev. His long legs are crossed slightly as he leans against the bookshelf lightly, his hair in a perfect state of disarray. He crosses his arms in a way that makes you think this would be hot if he was wearing a suit.

Instead, he’s wearing bright yellow shorts and a shirt that’s hardly any better. There is no reason he should look that good like that, and yet…

You gulp to hold in your laughter. Keiji turns slightly. Somehow, he maintains a straight face and dignified air, even in that outfit. “You’re sure you wouldn’t like a little kiss?”

“Yes.” You try to play his game, but your lips wobble too close to a full smile. The day you learn to hide my emotions, the world will burn. Beaming instead, you wait for his next move.

Pretending to think, Keiji ruffles his still damp hair. “I do still need payment for the free show I put on for your earlier. It’ll cost you, you know?”

“I know you said I was expensive.” Crossing your arms, you do your best to resist the magnetic pull of him. “But aren’t you charging me a lot of fees today?”

Keiji’s voice drops, velvety and smooth, soft like a Sherpa coat. In a voice like that, he says, “I just wanted you to take me seriously. You know. Every once in a while.”

Clearing your throat, you try to work the next few words out without sounding embarrassing. “In that outfit?”

Keiji shakes his limbs out and readjusts the way the T-shirt sits on his body. “Darling,” He drags out the last syllable, then stops.

You know the look on his face. It’s like the one you wear when you have nothing planned, but needed something to say. When speaking would force you to breathe properly again. When it feels like there’s a rock in your throat, but you’d rather speak around it than survive the awkward silence enveloping the room now.

He’s adopted some behaviors from you, you suppose.

“What, Keiji?”

In the middle of reaching out to touch you, he drops his hands back to his sides.

“You don’t want a kiss.” He murmurs, shooting you those damn puppy dog eyes. “So why should I give you one?”

Your inner fangirl squeals. Before you can think yourself out of it, you barrel into him for a hug. “Can you do me a favor?” you say into his chest.

His arms come up to wrap around you slowly, hesitantly. He holds you gently with something bordering uncertainty. It might not be that, but there’s no telling what else it may be either.

“Anything,” he tells the ceiling with feeling.

You pause a moment. I’m really gonna do this, huh. Then, “Can we make out against the bookshelf, after all?”

After a startled pause, he hesitantly offers, “I would not be opposed to making out, in general. Sit on my desk?”

God, his voice. One of these days, it’s going to shatter you. Who gave him the right-?

“Your desk is not that tall; you’re going to hurt your back.”

“And us standing against the bookshelf is different?”

“You’re insufferable.” In a motion you didn’t think you had the capacity to make, you somehow knock him to the ground and straddle his lap. “How about this?”

Beneath you, your husband once again looks to the ceiling as some kind of prayer. He looks wholly undone and it makes you feel some kind of powerful. Some words escape his lips just before your own lips brush his, but you don’t care to find out what they are.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh. My. Ahhhh! Is the only thing in your mind. He’s slow to react, but once he does? Fucking hell.

It never gets old.

You’re the one that pulls away first. He protests, a tiny whine that barely rumbles through his chest. Maybe it’s rude, but you can’t help it. You laugh. “Don’t be a baby.”

“Don’t be a bully,” he retorts petulantly, sliding his hands under your shirt, just enough to hook his fingers into the belt loops of your shorts beneath them. You shiver at the near touch and yelp at the gentle tug.

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[kitasgloves]

comforting your insecure bf

part 2 . part 3

— ♬ NSFW, MINORS DNI, gn reader, based on this post

— ♬ Kageyama Tobio

Your long-time boyfriend Kageyama Tobio was adored by many for his outlandish talent as a setter in volleyball and for his handsome looks. You weren't naive to the people developing adorable crushes on the athlete and the people thirsting over him online. It appeared to you that Kageyama was contented with what he has in life at the moment.

However, you were oblivious to your boyfriend's surprising confession of his insecurity. You have no clue that Kageyama has been harboring it for a long period. He tells you that it was perhaps linked to his high school trauma of being left behind, he developed a thought that he wasn't good enough when he was a teenager. That's why he pushed everybody away and focused on volleyball, he believed he wasn't good enough to make anyone stay.

Now, that was a load of bullshit. Although it's sad to think Kageyama still felt this way until his adulthood despite having a secure life, you weren't going to let him believe further that he was unworthy of being loved. Your boyfriend was lovable, he has adorable ways of showing you affection, and he's deeply honest and comfortable with you.

"Ahhh, [Name] slow down, please"

Kageyama lets out a breathless moan as you pumped his cock vigorously in front of the bedroom mirror. His athletic shorts were pulled down and his shirt exposed his toned abs. You settled from behind on the bed, burying your face against his neck as your warm breath tickles his skin. Kageyama desperately grips the bedsheets throwing his head back while you jerked him off.

"Baby you sound so pretty right now"

"Please [Name], want to cum"

"I'll make you cum if you stop telling yourself that you're unlovable"

The setter turns his head to you but you force him to look into the mirror. He gazes at his disheveled reflection, panting with your hand now massaging his balls.

"Tobio, you're so sweet, kind, and patient"

"You make me so happy in so many ways"

"You're better than what you think you are. If you were so unlovable, then I wouldn't have stayed would I, love?"

You whisper tenderly against his ear. He was hypnotized by your words and the way your hand around his cock continuously pushed him to the edge. His heart threatened to burst out of his ribcage.

"You're so fucking hot too. I like it when you moan, Tobio"

"I like the way you kiss me when we fuck"

"I like how your cock makes me cum every time"

Kageyama swallows as his head grows dizzy, his release is a few strokes away and you can feel it. His hips begin to buck against your hand as he watches himself fall apart through the mirror. When you cooed his name, he goes slack as cum shoots out of his cock, coating both your hand and his abdomen. He collapses in your arms. When he opened his eyes, he tiredly smiled at you.

"I'm so lucky to have you in my life, [Name]"

"I should be saying that to you, Tobio"

— ♬ Kozume Kenma

Being a famous YouTuber and a figure on the internet didn't save Kenma Kozume from all the wholesome, deranged, and horny posts about his handsome looks on the internet. Everyone was infatuated with Kodzuken once in their life, you included. You were just lucky enough to end up with him. You couldn't care less if the internet was mad about you for stealing their hot gamer YouTuber. Although you were unbothered about the small percentage of hate you got from the people on the internet, criticizing your public relationship with Kenma, there's a much smaller percentage you weren't aware that has been bothering your beloved boyfriend.

You know Kenma was chronically online, even if he chooses not to admit it. He always knows the trending topics and drama, no matter the size of it. So it's no surprise that he stumbles to the small group of people calling him unworthy of you. Kenma thought it was absurd for a while until he kept reading more.

He sees clips of his live streams where he's dismissing you during a tough game when you walked in the room to give him a snack, he even shouted at you one time because he lost. He remembers missing your anniversary because he got distracted playing with his friends. And how could he forget how he made fun of you live in front of his audience for sucking at Mario Kart when he invited you. Before he realizes it, Kenma is convinced that he is a bad boyfriend.

Despite his unbothered demeanor, you know how Kenma cares a lot even the little things. So when you found out how he's absorbing the hate he got online, you knew it had gone over to his head. As soon as he was finished recording a gameplay, you dragged him out of his gamer chair and pushed him on the bed. Surprised, he watches you push the mirror in front of him. He raises a brow when you order him to strip, he obeys when he sees the dark look in your eyes.

"Kenma, how long have you been listening to the wrong people, hm?"

You gently asked him as you slowly stroked his cock, Kenma whimpered, suddenly unable to form any words to respond. He was flushed all over, losing the ability to think straight.

"Do you think those stupid haters are right, huh? Do you think you don't deserve me?"

Kenma moans when you begin to play with his balls, his heartbeat wildly banging against his ribcage. His brain felt like mush.

"Look at the mirror, Kenma. Do you think that handsome man staring back at you is a shitty boyfriend?"

"...Yes"

"Well, you're fucking wrong. Because my boyfriend is the best in the world"

You hear Kenma's breath hitch. The male can feel his heart flutter in his chest. The longer you jerked him off, the more the pleasure overtakes all of his senses.

"My boyfriend is so cute and nice he gives me animal crossing plushies"

"My boyfriend is so smart and fantastic at video games"

"My boyfriend is so fucking hot when he fucks me hard after a tough game"

Now, you got Kenma openly moaning and struggling to keep his eyes on the mirror. If you continue showering him with compliments like that, he's afraid he's not going to last long. His hands grab your thighs tightly with every breath you steal from his lungs.

"Are you ready to stop listening to those people online, baby?"

"Are you ready to listen to me?"

Kenma nods and you smirked. Your hand pumps his cock faster ripping a high-pitched moan from your boyfriend. You force him to watch the mirror as you kiss his neck and inhale the scent of his hair while you jerk him toward orgasm. When Kenma cums, he spasms with his cum shooting in different directions. The crash brought by the pleasure was so overwhelming it sent his eyes to the back of his head. You waited as his high melted. Kenma meets your eyes through the mirror and you send him a sweet smile, and he returns it gratefully.

"I don't deserve you, [Name]"

"Hey! What did I say, Kenma?"

"That I'm the best boyfriend in the world"

"Damn right"

He turns around to pin you to the bed before towering on top of you, there was a determined glint in his eye that made you gulp.

"How about I return the favor, love?"

— ♬ Iwaizumi Hajime

Everyone liked Iwaizumi Hajime. He was kindhearted, hardworking, and most of all drop-dead hot. He can make anyone drool with that muscular body of his. Nobody was immune to the boyish charm of the athletic trainer, that could be said the same to you. As the manager of the Japan Volleyball Team, you were bound to meet Iwaizumi. You remember how incredibly lucky you were when he asked you out on a date.

When you and Iwaizumi became official, things began to appear clearer. You have concluded that you couldn't live without your boyfriend, as dramatic as it seems. You met Iwaizumi's best friend after the Olympics. Oikawa Tooru and you got along well through teasing Iwaizumi, the way you two immediately became close after meeting planted an odd feeling in the athletic trainer's chest.

He'd like to brush it off as a trick of the eye, but he thought you were smiling wider because of Oikawa. Your laughter sounded louder when Oikawa told you a funny story. He could've sworn he caught you blushing when the setter was anywhere physically close to you. Iwaizumi knows he wasn't jealous, he knows what that felt like. But this one's familiar.

It reminded him of high school when he saw people flock around his best friend. The way Oikawa effortlessly attracted everyone's attention and gained their affection made his chest hollow. After all, why would anyone pay attention to him? He wasn't anything spectacular compared to his best friend.

After Oikawa went home, you noticed how quiet Iwaizumi had been. You knew your boyfriend so it was easy to find out why he was behaving this way. When you realize that it had something to do with Oikawa earlier, your heart cracks. Did he feel insecure? No, it can't be. But then why does he appear so down?

"Hajime, come here"

You call out to him on the bed. He lazily walks over to you, as he sits you positioned right behind him. You wrapped your arms around him and planted butterfly kisses all over his neck. His breath stuttered when you reached for the hem of his sweatpants.

"Wh-what are you doing, [Name]?"

"Shhh, lemme touch you"

With red cheeks, Iwaizumi reluctantly helps you pull his sweatpants off. It didn't take long for him to feel aroused. The moment he got a boner, your hand was already around his cock. He lets out a low hiss. You give him a few leisure pumps.

"Keep your eyes on the mirror, babe"

"[Name] I-"

"I said, eyes on the mirror, Hajime"

Iwaizumi reluctantly gazed at the mirror in front of the bed, he was not prepared for the lewd sight that awaited. His legs were spread with your hand stroking his cock, his face was flushed with sweat trickling down his forehead. Your eyes stared at his through the mirror.

"God, you're so handsome, Hajime"

"I'm so fucking lucky to have you in my life, babe"

The athletic trainer can feel his heart skipping beats, and his head begins to spin because of the sudden compliments and the erotic handjob.

"Were you upset earlier because I was hanging out with Oikawa?"

Iwaizumi nodded, he wanted to be honest with you. A tiny smile rises on your lips.

"I'm sorry, baby. Didn't mean to make you feel insecure"

"You know, you're the only one for me, Hajime"

You whisper tenderly against his ear. When you reach down to caress his balls, Iwaizumi lets out a choked moan.

"Oikawa may be handsome but you're my type"

"You're so fucking amazing, Hajime"

"You're so kind, patient, hardworking, and hot"

"Plus, you're good at pounding me senseless"

The pace of your hand went faster at every praise and it's making Iwaizumi go cross-eyed. He has a gorilla grip on your thigh as he watches you jerk him off to his release, he engraves it in his brain as it pushes him to his orgasm. Iwaizumi cums with a silent scream and throws his head back. He paints your hand with his cum. When he looks in the mirror again, you are smiling at him like he's the best thing that has ever happened in your life.

"Did you mean everything you said, [Name]?"

"Of course, Haji, why wouldn't I?"

"Especially the last part?"

"I only speak facts, babe"

Iwaizumi smiles as he grabs your face and crashes his lips against yours. Both of you collapsed on the bed, giggling and clinging to each other.

You found it magical that no matter the stress Akaashi Keiji as an editor or a shōnen manga magazine, he manages to look so pretty. It seemed like the stress barely affected him at all. Your boyfriend was one of the underrated hardworking editors in his department, he may not have continued volleyball after high school, but he was contented with his life.

— ♬ Akaashi Keiji

You and Akaashi have been together for long enough to be fairly involved in each other's lives. Being with Akaashi meant you have met his best friend, Bokuto Koutaro. Bokuto was a sweetheart, he was the former captain/teammate of Akaashi's and now a professional volleyball player.

Akaashi liked Bokuto very much, he looked up to him and cared about his well-being a lot. Today on his day off, he and Bokuto decided to hang out. They went jogging, he realized that he wasn't as physically active as he was in high school. They went to Onigiri Miya for breakfast, almost everyone approached Bokuto for an autograph or picture. They barely had a conversation because of the fans flooding in to meet him, and Bokuto was too kind to reject them. They ended up in Akaashi's apartment, it was a hot afternoon so both of them lounged in front of the fan, shirtless and watching a movie.

Akaashi subtly gazed at Bokuto's carefully sculpted body and looked at his slightly chubby tummy. Akaashi frowned, it was true that he barely had time to do some exercises or workouts because of how busy he was lately. Before he could stop himself, he began comparing himself to his best friend. He wondered how the hell did you end up with him, who was barely anyone special. He's just a guy you happened to fall in love with you.

Bokuto left later before you arrived. Akaashi decided to block out the insecure thoughts by finishing his work on his laptop. You notice how he was ignoring you when you got home, he looked frustrated when you checked on him. When you call him to eat dinner, he doesn't respond. You enter his office and approach him, but he won't let go of his laptop. You scowled and dragged him out of his office chair, he got out of your hold and sat down on the couch in front of the mirror. He was stressed, so you decided to help him.

"[Name]? What the-huh?!"

You settled behind him and unbuttoned his pants, he gasped when you pulled down his pants to his thighs. Your hand slipped into his boxers and grabbed his cock.

"[Name]"

Akaashi stuttered your name. You shush him by pulling his dick out of his boxers, his breath hitched. His eyes trailed to the mirror and watched the pornographic sight of you giving him a handjob, his heartbeat rings in his ears as he continued watching.

"[Name], please stop"

"Why, Keiji?"

"I-I..."

"What's wrong, babe?"

"...Why did you fall in love with me, [Name]?"

You chuckled and planted a soft kiss on his neck, Akaashi shivered when you continued to jerk him off.

"Because you're wonderful, Keiji"

"You're so handsome, hardworking, and kindhearted"

Akaashi wanted to protest, to deny that what you're saying was wrong because he doesn't feel special. Until you started massaging his balls.

"You're so fucking special, Keiji. I've never met someone like you in my life and there's no way I'm letting you go"

"Nobody has ever fucked me good after the first date"

An embarrassed blush rises on Akaashi's cheeks as he recalled the memory of fucking you all night after his first date with you. Slowly, he lets himself melt against your touch. He allows himself to be consumed by the pleasure. With lidded eyes, Akaashi watched you stroke his cock through the mirror as you peppered his neck with kisses.

"I fucking love you so much, Keiji"

The way his heart leaps out of his chest when you started pumping his dick faster causes a loud moan to slip past his lips. You smirk as you showered him with praises against his ear, effectively banishing the insecurity out of his head, and replacing it with your love and pure pleasure.

"[Name], gonna cum!"

"Go on, cum for me, pretty boy"

With that command, Akaashi comes undone. He shuts his eyes as cum messily spurts on his boxers and your hands. You give him a loving kiss against his temple.

"Go clean up, I'll wait for you at the table, darling"

Before you can leave the room, Akaashi grabs your hand. You look at your boyfriend filled with sweat, breathless, and with glasses crooked, he smiles widely at you.

"I fucking love you too, [Name]"

©kitasgloves (do not steal or copy)

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[kairismess]

pocky challenge with him. (part 2)

kuroo tetsuro. — original chocolate pocky.

kuroo loves seeing your flustered face as you tremble and stare up into his eyes, making his smirk grow as you hesitantly take another bite of the pocky stick. he places his finger under your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes, and takes a big, daring bite forward–until the only distance you two have left is a single nibble between you two.

he teases you, chuckling lowly to himself as he cups the underside of your face with his whole palm, bringing you closer to his own face as he bites ahead. after much teasing, he leaves a small kiss on your lips; it was gentle, it was a kind kiss–a kiss that meant he wanted what you two had to be more than a one time thing; that he's more than serious about wanting to be yours.

++ he nibbles the bits of chocolate coating left on your lips ~

satori tendou. — double chocolate pocky.

tendou enjoys making you smile with the goofy faces he makes when he's so close to kissing you. it's like he takes your mind off the fact that he's so close to you, and instead gives you a reason to show him that gorgeous smile he loves seeing every day.

he does get a bit teasing, though; he soon points out that he's a bite away from you, what'll you do about it? of course, he doesn't expect you to do anything–he just wanted to get a reaction out of you, he wouldn't do anything you didn't want to. but what he wasn't expecting was you to bite the last piece, lean over, and kiss his lips.

guess who's smiling now after all that loving?

akaashi keiji. — green tea pocky.

akaashi only agreed to this so you'd stop pestering him, and he never found it annoying, though–he just wasn't sure about you being so close to him. a million thoughts ran through his mind all at once as you kept biting forward, with him being paralyzed to his seat, not daring to take another bite forward.

he may look calm on the surface, but internally, akaashi was freaking out. he didn't know if he was ready to meet your lips halfway, let alone if you'd like the feeling of his. he didn't want anything to change between you two, because even if he won't ever confess to you his true feelings, at least he can be your friend...

...that kissed you without thinking.

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[cr4yolaas]

in sickness and in health — akaashi keiji

synopsis: despite your stubbornness, akaashi takes care of you when you fall ill.

tags: fluff, rdr is sick, can be interpreted as romantic or platonic

akaashi can’t help but laugh at your grumbles beneath the blankets.

he thinks it’s silly, how you try oh so hard to convince him that you’re fine, when in reality, you haven’t left your bed since last night. and it’s already late afternoon.

when he re-enters your bedroom with soup in one hand and a mug of tea in the other, he’s greeted with a disturbingly loud coughing fit, coupled with a distressed face and weary eyes. in an instant, he rushes to your side, urging you to sit up and drink some of your tea. reluctantly, you oblige.

this time, akaashi can’t help but frown at your stubbornness.

“i can handle myself,” you complain in a raspy voice, each syllable coated with exhaustion. “i’ve always handled this by myself.”

instead of arguing, he only smiles. “i know. i’m just by your side this time.”

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[nubisaureus]

getting up in the middle of the night

how they react when you wake up in the middle of the night because you forgot to take your make-up off

character(s): Kuroo, Akaashi (both timeskip)

pairing(s): fem!reader x mentioned Haikyuu characters

contents: established relationship, acts of service, domestic fluff, living together

a/n: can you tell im starting to simp for Kuroo? ffs i published a 4,3k Kuroo smut one shot on ao3, this man has got me on a chokehold recently. Not proofread!

Enjoy! <3

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Kuroo

The night had been rowdy. You two had been guests on a wedding, which had been very fun: giving that it had been on a work day, you two were pooped, so you had both collapsed into bed in your formal clothes.

It was around 2 AM when that had happened, but after a few hours you got woken up by an unpleasant sensation, which felt a lot like your face falling off because of your make-up.

You noticed you were still wearing your wedding attire, and sighed.

Kuroo was peacefully sleeping next to you, shifting uncomfortably in his suit: it looked like his tie was rather uncomfortable, so you pondered whether to turn him around and undo it. It would probably wake him up, and you didn't want to do such a thing, giving he had work tomorrow and you didn't.

Fortunately though, Kuroo did most of the work himself: he instinctively searched for your body in his sleep, pulling you in his embrace. You were now facing him, so you decided to remove his tie: you sneaked your hands on his neck, doing your best to undo the knot in the darkness of your bedroom.

A low hum startled you.

«What are you doing, little one?» he asked, his voice still raspy from the sleep.

«Undoing your tie, Tetsu.»

«Huh?» you ignored him, finally managing to undo his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt a bit, letting him breathe.

«Oh, it feels nice..» he had no idea what he was saying, you reckoned: his voice was that of a half-asleep man.

«Now I need to do something, Tetsu. I'll be right back.»

He whined, hugging you closer and rubbing his face in the crook of your neck.

«Where do you wanna go at this time at night???» he sounded like a kid, making you smile.

«Taking my make-up off and putting my pajamas on, that's all. I'll be back in five minutes.» he inhaled your scent, laying a gentle kiss on your neck.

«Promise?» if you could see in the dark, you'd see he was making puppy eyes.

«Promise.» he released you, and you went about your business, finally washing all the make-up off and putting on your comfy pajamas.

When you came back, you found Kuroo naked except for his boxers.

He peeled the sheets off, inviting you in.

«It wouldn't be nice of me to cuddle you in those dirty outside clothes now would it? Thought my skin would be a lot better.» his mischievous smile glimmered in the dim light of the bedside lamp, and you smiled, jumping in bed beside him.

He cradled you in his arms, making you rest your head on his muscular chest, and you kissed it, as he kissed your head.

«Goodnight, love.»

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Akaashi

Akaashi came home late that night, finding you sound asleep in your bed. He knew you had a celebration with your volleyball team, and since it was after practice, he wasn't surprised he found you still in your make-up, your outfit all over the place.

He sighed. «Oh, y/n, you should take better care of yourself.»

As he saw your phone near your head, the picture was clear in his head: you had laid down on the bed, waiting for him to come home, but had fallen asleep in the meantime, too tired to stay up.

He smiled tenderly, setting down the folder with the new manga drawings he'd been revising with Tenma, deciding he wouldn't let you go to sleep like that.

He took the phone away from you, putting it to charge on the bedside table, turned on the bedside lamp, and then decided to focus on you.

He turned you around and unclasped your jeans, carefully sliding them off your legs, trying his best not to wake you up.

As he did though, you started moving around.

«Mh..» you moaned in your sleep, trying to assume your previous position, the result being tangling yourself in the jeans, while a resigned Akaashi decided to wake you up.

«Y/n.» he gently called, slowly rocking you back and forth to wake you in the least traumatizing way possible.

«Huh?» you opened one eye, only to see your face reflected in your boyfriend's glasses.

«Keiji..» you mumbled, trying to reach him, only to wobble because of the jeans.

«What the..?» he sighed, instructing you to lay on your back, and when you did, you felt the weird sensation in your legs disappear.

«What are you doing..?» sleep was still tugging at your eyelids, but you did your best to stay awake.

«You fell asleep in your clothes, love. I'm just taking them off.» he said, but you couldn't quite understand, too sleepy.

«Wait, clothes off? Do you want to..?» your sleepy comment made him giggle.

He kissed your forehead, making you sit up.

«No, love. I'm just making sure you don't go to sleep in your clothes.»

You nodded, humming something he couldn't quite hear.

«Arms up.» you obeyed, and the chilly air of the night caressed your skin, and soon enough you were warm again, enveloped in his scent.

Then the room went silent.

«Keiji..?» you murmured, patting on the bed to look for him.

You heard footsteps.

«I'm here. Hang on.» you felt something fresh and damp being rubbed on your face, and from the scent you could tell it was a make-up wipe.

«A make-up wipe..?»

«Yes. I definitely can't wash your face, but it's better than nothing.»

«Thank you, Keiji.» you said, curling on the bed to snuggle your pillow.

«I'll get to bed soon, okay?» you nodded, smiling in your sleep, which made Keiji smile too.

He got in his pajamas and soon enough was in bed beside you.

As soon as you felt his presence you instinctively snuggled against him, murmuring something in your sleep.

He kissed your shoulder, wishing you goodnight.

a/n: ok but like im melting at my own writing why cant i get a man like akaashi in my life plssssssssss

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[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Team Japan’s Manager:

Miss Manager is Great with Kids

Team Japan x Female Manager (she/her)

Warnings: swearing, obviously kids (sometimes they are scary 🫣)

Request here

AN: I apologize if this isn’t the best 😅

You know what’s really funny YN?

The similarities between being Team Japan’s manager and working in a preschool

Honestly it’s pretty much the same thing

Iwa drops the kids off for their morning practice

Yaku yells at them, scolding them for not playing nicely with the other team members

You have to remind them to eat and take bathroom breaks

Essentially, the same 💅

Which is why your transition from teaching to being team Japan’s manager was so easy

The guys 👉🏻 instantly love you

Was there really any doubt?

Of course, some of them *cough* ATSUMU *cough* HOSHIUMI *cough* make it their life goals to be hard on you

You can’t tell me they aren’t annoying and finicky about literally everything 🙄

But once again, it’s fine because you’ve dealt with snotty, marker covered kids pretty much your entire life

Literally these guys have nothing on a group of 3 year olds

The guys never really asked much about your previous job, not really caring much about where you came from before you started with them

Aran would occasionally bring up the subject but you’d just shrug, answering, “a little of this, a little of that.”

Let’s be honest, there’s no conversation that doesn’t involve volleyball lasting for more than 5 seconds in the Gym

Especially with Atsumu, Kageyama, Hinata and Bokuto

Guys really think that other occupations don’t even compare to Volleyball so why waste the time talking about it

However 👀 the boys would soon find out just how much they should have asked about your prior employment

Because you see, Kuroo had a little something up his sleeve to help promote Team Japan

“Come again?” Asked Gao

“A kids camp! Ages 4 to 9!” Kuroo excitedly explained

“Count me out,” Sakusa groaned

“You really think it’s a good idea for little kids to be running around while we practice?” Kageyama questioned

“Well you would t be practicing, it would strictly be for the kids,” Kuroo responded

“NO PRACTICE!” Screamed Atsumu, Kageyama, Hinata and Bokuto in unison

Iwa narrowed his eyes as you tried to keep a straight face, “listen here, if you don’t participate, I’ll have coach bench you and give your number up!”

The group immediately straightened up as Kuroo smirked

“Maybe it won’t be so bad? I mean it’s only for a couple hours right?” Komori responded

The guys all nodded as you tried your best to keep your composure

A week later, the camp was underway and let’s just say, it was going about as well as Seijoh’s chances of going to nationals 🫠

“Oh my go- gosh!” Atsumu shouted, stopping himself again from nearly letting out a bad word in front of the children

“These kids are actually feral!” Hoshiumi screamed, trying to wrangle two kids who were throwing volleyballs up into the bleachers

“I thought these kids were suppose to like volleyball!?!” Aran asked

“I never said that,” Kuroo chimed in, as he and Akaashi watched form the sidelines

Akaashi was there to do a special report on the teams event as well as take in the free entertainment

Bokuto and Hinata were rolling around on the floor, attempting (huge emphasis on ATTEMPT) to show the kids receiving

Sakusa was sitting with a group of kids who were “too cool” for this

Ushiwaka had already made 3 kids cry just by walking up to them

Iwa had left to cool down because he was at his breaking point

And you, well you had seen enough

Suddenly, Kuroo watched as you grab the microphone and headed to the middle of the gym

“Hey kids, who wants to see a professional athlete serve?” You shouted as all the kids (yes I’m including the athletes) looked over at you

Suddenly, screams and shouts filled the air as all the kids flocked towards you

The guys, Kuroo and Akaashi, included all watched in wonder

“Ok we all need to sit in the chairs because this guys serves can be either really good or really bad. Atsumu, show them!”

Atsumu rn 👉🏻👁️👄👁️ HEY MY SERVES ARENT BAD!

“I’d say it’s 50/50,” Sakusa chimed in as Atsumu growled

“Hey how come I don’t get to show them my serves Yn?” Kageyama grumbles

“Tobio you’ll get a chance just calm down and wait your turn ok?”

After the show of serves, you again grabbed the kids attention

“Ok so who wants to try spiking??” You ask as a million tiny hands shoot up

“Ok everyone get in line, littlest to oldest, and we will all get a chance to practice!”

You made your way to the nets, team and children following you like little ducks as you began to coordinate

Iwa watched in awe as your skills, impressed at your ability to manage such a wide age range

I mean 💅 this is Yn Iwa, what did you expect?

After the event, the kids all came up to you after getting their autographs and gave you a big hug

“Thanks so much Miss Yn!” They all smiled as they ran to their parents

“YN why didn’t you tell us you were good with kids?” Yaku asked

You just shrugged, “it never came up.”

“I mean it makes sense, look how good she is with the other idiots,” Iwa said, nodding over to the feral group

“OMG YN THAT WAS SO FUN! Can we do that again??” Bokuto screamed, jumping up and down

“We deal with enough children daily so no,” Sakusa said, turning to leave going to the locker room

“What kids- HEY WHAT THE HELL OMI??” Atsumu yelled

You just smiled, knowing your boys were the best kids around 😌

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[bonniepop]

character: akaashi keiji words: 700+ warnings: parenthood & special children. drama & comfort. notes: when i did a quick recap of all the fics i wanted to repost, this came at me out of nowhere, mostly because i forgot i wrote it, but also holy hell i wrote this? (i also rewrote it.)

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your eyes are wet and swollen, your back pressed against the side of the bathtub as you sit on the floor. once upon a time, you looked at this place with dreamy eyes and excitement—this bathroom is so beautiful, this house is gorgeous, it’s perfect for us—but lately, you’ve been seeing the inside of it through a teary, pained gaze. it’s ruined for you.

i guess all this really was too good to be true, you tell yourself miserably, heat pricking the back of your eyes once again. you curl further into yourself and press your forehead over your knees, tears dripping down your thighs and soaking your shorts.

you don't know how long you sit there, but eventually, the bathroom door opens, and your husband steps in. “hi,” you hear akaashi say softly, “she’s asleep now.”

you don't move. the door shuts and you feel his warmth settle next to you.

you're both quiet for a time.

“you’re so good with her,” you say, voice wet and sticky, heavy in your mouth. “you're so... i’m so fucking terrible compared to you.”

akaashi doesn’t say anything.

“maybe…” you gasp against your knees, “maybe if i carried her to term—”

“hey, no,” he says softly, lifting one of his hands to tug at your elbow. “don’t say things like that.”

you press your lips shut and turn your head to meet his eyes, and you find him looking at you with so much compassion, so much patience, that you feel your heart fall to your stomach.

"say things like what?" you ask him sadly, voice cracking. “that i'm a bad mother? that i can't do it? that i can’t even carry a normal baby?”

the moment the words leave your mouth, you regret them. your eyes widen and your lip trembles. “keiji, i—i'm sorry, i didn’t mean—”

“it’s not your fault,” he says, voice louder, a little rougher, but never angry. he tugs a little more firmly on your elbow, and you let him take it. “it’s not your fault. we—we’re doing what we can, we’re not—you’re not a bad mother, and she’s not a bad child. she’s just… different.”

she’s just different, the phrase repeats in your head, hollowly bouncing around as keiji pulls you into his arms. you’ve heard it many times before. it’s not her fault she screams the way she does; it’s not her fault she can’t stand anything that has the color blue; it’s not her fault she needs to eat at exactly 4:30pm when she comes home from school everyday. it’s the way she is. she can’t help it.

“what if i’m not good enough to handle different?” you tell him, heart breaking, head leaning on his chest. you start to hiccup through your tears. “i love her, i love her so much, but… keiji, what if i… what if i’m not a bad mom, but i’m a bad mom to her?”

he shakes his head, gently stroking your hair. “you’re not, because you’re thinking about how to be a good one,” he tells you softly, other arm coming around your shoulders.

after a long moment of silence, you speak again. it's a little laborous, pulling your lips apart to speak because you've been crying so much. “you’re so good with her. how… you have so much patience, and i…” you cut yourself off with a sniffle. "i don't know how you do it."

akaashi sighs. “it's... i don't know. i wish i had an answer."

you pull away and meet his gaze. the hand in your hair drifts to your other hand and he takes it in a gentle squeeze.

“i’m not perfect, either,” he murmurs gently, letting go of your hand to tuck your hair behind your ear.. “no one’s perfect at this. there’s no manual to handling a child with autism, love. we just have to be patient, and love them, and remember what they like and don’t like.” he kisses your forehead. “you love her, don’t you?”

“of course,” you answer truthfully, and sniffle. he takes your hand again, his thumb brushing your skin so delicately, so lovingly. “i love her so, so much, but i’m so… i’m so scared i’m doing her a disservice.”

“you’re not. you’re not, my love. please believe me.” he presses the back of your hand to his mouth. “what matters is that we try.”

you let go of his hand and wrap your arms around his waist, the side of your thigh falling on top of his legs. “i love you, keiji,” you tell him earnestly, desperately. “i’m sorry i’m being so difficult.”

“you aren’t,” he answers, but you know it’s automatic, because your husband is the kindest of souls and you are the most selfish of people.

you press yourself closer to him. “still, i was acting like a child. we're supposed to be partners, but instead i made things harder on you. i'm sorry.”

he presses a kiss to your forehead, and the hand that was on your shoulder now strokes your hair. “i forgive you,” he says against your skin. “i love our little family, imperfect as it is. i’d hate to see it fall apart.”

your eyes water and your mouth trembles and your heart squeezes with love. if there’s anything you’d go to the ends of the earth for, it’s keiji’s happiness.

fortunately, you don’t have to go that far. you can start in your daughter’s room.

#hq fic #hq fanfic #haikyuu fic #haikyuu fanfiction #akaashi x reader #akaashi fluff #akaashi x you #haikyuu comfort #haikyuu writing #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #hq fluff #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader fluff #akaashi keiji #akaashi #📝 — my writing

[basilly]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐘

|| ➼ boyfriend things

characters: tsukishima, iwazumi, yamaguchi, & akaashi

warning: no pronouns, fluff!

a/n: more characters coming soon! | part 1 here !

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ tsukishima found himself thinking of you whenever certain songs came up in his shuffle. immediately, he would click 'add to playlist', selecting the one labelled 'idiot <3'. later, he would show you the new ones he added, subtly asking you to look at it. over time, the playlist was far too long and he had to make a second one. (aka 'idiot pt 2')

playlists is his little love language. instead of asking you out, he showed you a "playlist" that had titles lined up to say "will you go out with me?" (to which you would take a picture and frame FOREVER). some nights with tsukki consist of long hugs and listening to the playlist, soft kisses placed on your nose in the dim light of his desk lamp.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ yamaguchi loves the mere sight of you. studying every little feature, he thinks you're so perfect. he knows what it's like to be insecure about imperfections so he makes it his goal to let you know how much he loves everything about you. he will rest his forehead against yours and tell you how stunning you looked, or a very specific compliment. he's so cute you can't help but move forward to give him a kiss.

with yamaguchi, life is full of little gifts that reminds him of you- it could be a flower from a bush or a cute snack he saw after practice. he makes sure you are well cared for, reminding you to bring an umbrella if it's going to rain or offering his scarf to you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ akaashi, the saviour, was always there for you. as you always struggled with the small clasp on jewelry, akaashi often came to your aid. nimbly securing it around your neck, he places a soft kiss on your shoulder when complete while wrapping his arms around your waist. humming, he admires how amazing you looked in the mirror in front of you.

he can only think about how lucky he is, every little breathing moment, to have someone like you. everyone says you have him wrapped around your pinky finger and he would be lying if he said he wasn't. one day he wishes instead of having to clasp a necklace on your neck, he would be able to slide a ring on your finger.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ iwazumi makes sure you don't forget anything in his own little way- by leaving little notes for you around the house. it's as simple as a sticky note on the mirror with "don't forget your packet of papers!" that was essential to your presentation. if you're REALLY forgetful he puts a million around the house in order, knowing your daily routine.

he would definitely leave a couple others around the house for you to find as a little scavenger hunt. "hey look you found this one! you looked amazing today :)" it's so simple but it warms your heart and gives you that crush rush feeling. you savour each and every note, placing them in a little box. you wouldn't show him though, he'd turn red at the thought of you rereading them out loud to you.

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[mchlgayser]

✮ us against the problem ft akaashi keiji

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

─── ୨୧ warning: slight angst, and miscommunication

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[mari-writes]

Second year Bokuto who is struggling in math class and so enlists Akaashi, the new first year setter, to help him study.

Akaashi agrees (quickly), and they make a habit of it. Two months in, Bokuto realizes how much he loves hanging out with his teammate outside of the court. So he starts requesting help with other classes, like English and history, despite not needing as much help in those subjects.

He wonders if Akaashi knows. Wonders if the boy is catching on that aside from Algebra, he’s doing perfectly fine. Bokuto has never exactly excelled in academics, but he’s not failing either. He thinks he’s pretty average when it comes to grades. 

But how else can he justify them hanging out together outside of practice? He really doesn’t know. So he keeps asking, not quite “playing dumb” but posing certain questions and insisting Akaashi is the only one who can help.

“You’re the smartest person I know,” he’d declare, “and I trust you more than anyone!” For some reason, that would always work. Akaashi would turn away, the tips of his ears a bit pink, and agree right away.

But eventually, inevitably, Akaashi catches on. He finally speaks up after Bokuto asks him to help study for an upcoming science test.

“Bokuto-san, I recall you doing well in your Physical Science course last year.” He raises one perfect eyebrow, with a scrutinizing look that sends a thrill up Bokuto’s spine. “Do you expect me to believe you need help with Biology, of all things?”

“I mean, um,” Bokuto swallows harshly. “I just thought that maybe—”

Akaashi sighs. He turns in his seat, leaning one elbow against Bokuto’s desk. They’ve been working on other subjects for a couple of hours now. Papers are scattered about, and two empty owl-shaped tea mugs are set to the side.

Bokuto really hopes he hasn’t made things weird between them. “I’m sorry, ‘kaashi!” He reaches up to grip at his hair, squeezing his eyes shut. “Ugh, I’m so annoying! Don’t look at me!”

“Bokuto,” Akaashi says, and the lack of a honorific surprises Bokuto out of his spiraling thoughts. He glances up to see the other boy staring at him intently.

“Yes?” Bokuto holds his breath.

“You don’t actually need my help with any of this,” Akaashi declares. “So why did you ask?”

Bokuto stares. Does Akaashi really not know? Wow, his new setter is a touch more oblivious than he initially thought! “Well, um,” he stutters, “Obviously I just… wanted us to hang out.”

Apparently, Akaashi hadn’t been expecting that at all. His mouth drops open. He blinks. It takes him a few awkward moments to respond. “You… want to hang out… with me?”

“Yeah!”

“Oh.”

Bokuto waits patiently as the boy seems to work something out in his mind. No doubt he is overthinking, running through all possible meanings of Bokuto’s simple words. He looks bewildered. It’s… sort of cute. Bokuto chuckles. 

“Is that so crazy? That I like hanging out with you?”

Akaashi shrugs. He turns back the the desk, reaching out to fiddle with a pencil. Bokuto watches in delight as a blush creeps up the boy’s slender neck. “I suppose not,” Akaashi’s voice is quiet. “I’m just… not use to it.”

They fall into silence. Bokuto shifts in his chair, watching Akaashi closely, allowing him to lead them out of this charged moment. The only sounds come from the fan spinning overhead and his own heavy breathing.

Suddenly, Akaashi scoots his chair back and stands, causing Bokuto to flinch. “Okay,” he nods, carefully moving around to grab his jacket from the foot of Bokuto’s bed. “Let’s go, then.”

“Huh?” Confused, Bokuto slowly unfolds from his seat. “Go? Where?”

“You wanted to hang out.” Another shrug. He tosses over Bokuto’s jean jacket; Bokuto catches it easily with one hand. “So we might as well do that somewhere fun. Like the arcade. Or, um, we could go get food?”

Akaashi has made it to the door now, looking back over his shoulder, face is as impassive as ever. But there’s a new sort of spark in his eyes, one that Bokuto isn’t sure what to make of.

(He might be sort of excited to figure it out.)

“You coming?”

Bokuto pulls on his jacket, feeling light as a feather as he follows his new friend out of the room. He smiles.

This might be the start of something great.

 🤗❤️ 

//

I imagine that after middle school, 2nd year Bo is still worried about overwhelming others, not wanting to scare them away. Love the idea that Akaashi immediately agreeing to practice, study and hang out as friends means a lot to him.

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[teamatsumu]

kinktober 2023 - haikyuu edition

So here is the complete masterlist i did for kinktober 2023, and it is an all haikyuu special! I’m excited to share all these with you and I hope you like them!

Day 1: THIGH RIDING - Miya Atsumu x reader

Day 2: THREESOME - Bokuto Koutaro x reader x Akaashi Keiji

Day 3: PHONE SEX - Oikawa Tooru x reader

Day 4: SHOWER/TUB - Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader

Day 5: MUTUAL MASTURBATION - Kageyama Tobio x reader

Day 6: ORAL - Terushima Yuuji x reader

Day 7: ORGASM DENIAL - Matsukawa Issei x reader

Day 8: DOMINATION - Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader

Day 9: SKINNY DIPPING - Hinata Shoyo x reader

Day 10: VIDEO TAPING - Suna Rintarou x reader

Day 11: STRANGERS - Iwaizumi Hajime x reader

Day 12: PUBLIC PLAY - Tendou Satori x reader

Day 13: GROUP SEX - Seijoh 4 x reader

Day 14: AGE DIFFERENCE - Ukai Keishin x reader

Day 15: MORNING SEX - Bokuto Koutaro x reader

Day 16: DADDY - Miya Osamu x reader

Day 17: DIRTY TALK - Miya Atsumu x reader

Day 18: HAIR PULLING - Kozume Kenma x reader

Day 19: SPANKING - Iwaizumi Hajime x reader

Day 20: SCRATCHING - Bokuto Koutaro x reader

Day 21: WINDOW - Suna Rintarou x reader

Day 22: KNOT - Miya Osamu x reader

Day 23: VOYEURISM - Kageyama Tobio x reader x Oikawa Tooru

Day 24: CAR - Miya Atsumu x reader

Day 25: COCKWARMING - Sugawara Koushi x reader

Day 26: DEGRADATION - Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader

Day 27: HATE SEX - Kuroo Tetsuro x reader

Day 28: DOUBLE PENETRATION - Kita Shinsuke x reader x Miya Osamu

Day 29: BRAT TAMING - Kita Shinsuke x reader

Day 30: OVERSTIMULATION - Sugawara Koushi x reader

Day 31: BREEDING KINK - Miya Osamu x reader

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[vampkaashis-wife]

Inevitably, the monthly Fukurodani Volleyball Club reunions devolve (or evolve?) into karaoke night.

Bokuto can’t always make it - just the way his schedule works - but Konoha and Komi are more than happy to be the life of the party. Sometimes, a Nekoma member or two will sneak into the gathering. Kuroo has been here before. So has Kenma.

You and Akaashi, of course, are at every single one. Now, Akaashi is in a state of semi-disarray; his sleeves are rolled to his elbows, the buttons of his shirt undone halfway down his chest. What’s the point of dressing up for these, you’d asked him once, if you just disrobe partway through?

He’s just grinned and ushered you out the door.

It’s his turn on the mic now. He’s standing with the remote in one hand and the microphone in the other. A half-finished can of beer sits in front of him.

You smile softly. Who would’ve thought you’d end up here? Years ago, you had been his manager. He leaned heavily on you as he captained that year, aching to fill vacancies left by his upperclassmen when they’d graduated. It was nice, really, to see Akaashi babied at these events. You were so used to him being the voice of reason, but with this team (who you had never had the privilege to work with), he can relax. He can be his strange, lovable self in ways he didn’t permit his own underclassmen to see.

He’s waving at you now, demanding to the room at large that you get the other microphone. He wants to sing with you, because of course he does.

The microphone passes through the room, from Yukie to Komi to Konoha to Washio to Akaashi, and finally to you. He hands it off with a little more prolonged hand contact than was really necessary, but he’s tipsy and in love and can anyone really blame him? His ears and cheeks are tinted with a drunken rosiness. His eyes just a little unfocused.

Konoha yells at you to get a room.

The song starts to play and of course it’s this one. It’s Your Song. The song you both sing at each other when doing chores, the song you both sing most passionately in the car, the song you both discovered the night he first told you he loves you.

Keiji, you are such a sap, you think while you start the performance of your life.

As if he hears the thoughts, he shoots you a look that says something like, I’m drunk and in love; can you blame me?

(At the end of your grand performance, Konoha wrestles the remote out of Akaashi’s hand. “You guys are so weird. I still don’t know why that’s your song.”

Defensively, Akaashi asks, “What’s wrong with it?”

Konoha pauses his motions to cock an eyebrow at him. “It’s a breakup song.”

“And?”

“Why are you both so passionate about singing a breakup song at each other?”

“They hit different,” Akaashi replies blithely, draping himself over your shoulders. One of your hands reaches up to tangle in his hair for a moment. “You wouldn’t understand; you’re single and barbaric.”

“Watch it, Akaashi,” Konoha growls in a tone reminiscent of the missing Bokuto-san.)

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[kairismess]

morning coffee. — akaashi keiji x gn!reader

🏐 genre: a warm cup of fluff with a few teaspoons of comfort.

✒️ word count: 987

💭 summary: akaashi wanted to treat you to a nice morning for once, but when he tries his hand at making you the perfect cup of coffee to start your day... he starts doubting himself and his abilities to make you happy when each cup he makes ends up even worse than before.

💗 special mentions: @moonswolfie @xoxo-cha

🍥 author's note: never realized how much of an akaashi kin i was until i remembered how much of an overthinker my boy is shower him with love please

the aroma of roasting coffee beans fill the kitchen, and while the scent usually relaxes him, akaashi couldn't help but feel even more anxious at the sight of another failed cup of coffee that was meant for you. he shakes his head and adjusts his glasses back on his face, his sharp eyes not twitching, but instead looking more and more disappointed at the fact that all his attempts at brewing you a good coffee were going to be much harder than he thought. akaashi would never forget how you liked your coffee, it was an unforgettable blend that he had always looked forward to making, but never got the time to do so until now. though, his hands were plagued with an unshakeable coil—he couldn't make it the way he pictured it. the first cup seemed a little too diluted, and that simply didn't do for the man; the second cup was a little too bitter, and of course, it wasn't good enough, yet again.

after what felt like a thousand cups and a mountain of bags of coffee beans, akaashi felt sort of... heavy, a kind of burning sensation rippling down his throat as another poor batch of coffee was dripped onto the cup, disheartening him once more as he ran his long fingered hand through his ruffled, dark hair. 'it shouldn't be that hard, i make coffee for myself every morning, and it's always decent... why can't i do something so simple for them?' he chided himself in his mind as he began to brew you another cup, hoping that this next one would be worth some happiness out of you. the sound of footsteps behind him got louder as you came into the kitchen, catching him by surprise. he nearly dropped the hot cup of coffee he brewed for you, that still felt like a disappointment to him at the sound of your sudden arrival. he hastily greeted you a good morning, and went back to being silent again, pondering over if he was overreacting or underreacting about wanting to make you a decent coffee as a good start to your day.

"oh, m-my love, um... good morning." he mumbled, trying his hardest to sound normal, but a slight crack in his voice gave him away. he adjusted his glasses one more time, trying to hide the failed coffee attempt from you, but you went over to see what your dearest was up to, and you were amazed. you praised akaashi, complimenting him for his amazing brewing skills–but he finds it hard to believe that you'd be amazed at such painfully mediocre work. and it hurts him to think that he's looking down on your opinion involuntarily. he turns to you and hangs his head a little in shame, muttering an apology as he stares at the murky depths of the coffee he brewed for you, which he had high hopes for to turn out decently, not plainly. you were confused as to why he was apologizing, and you instead kissed his cheek, adjusting the glasses on his pretty face and smiled as you cupped his head in your hands. akaashi's face flushed a little when he noticed your smile, and he cleared his throat, asking if you'd like some coffee, planning to make another cup in his mind because this batch did not seem right enough.

"sure, keiji... is this for me?" you asked him as you looked at the coffee-filled mug you owned that was in his slightly bony hands. as if on cue, he nodded; akaashi could never lie to you, really—it was always in his nature to be true to you, in every sense of the word. he got even redder and flustered as he tried to explain why you shouldn't drink the coffee, but you couldn't really understand him and took the mug in your hands, blowing the steam off the coffee, and taking a few sips of it. you hummed in approval, smiling widely as you took in the bewitching taste of the coffee, looking into his dark blue orbs, which widened a little at the sight of your satisfied expression. "this is... perfect! keiji... you didn't spend a whole morning brewing this for me, did you?" you asked him as he got a little antsy; fidgeting with his fingers and dodging your gaze as much as he could, trying to come up with a response.

you chuckled under your breath, leaning over to kiss his cheek. akaashi felt hot all over when your luscious lips made contact with his cheekbone, brushing over his face, missing your kisses the minute you pulled away from him. he rubbed the back of his head, looking down at the mug in your hands. "but it... isn't it a little too diluted? a-a little too bitter...?" he asked you in a hushed voice. you shook your head, placing your fingers under his chin, guiding his eyes to look back up at you. "keiji, when i say it's perfect... it's already way too perfect for me to give another way to describe it. thank you, my love." you uttered before giving him another kiss, this time, on his forehead.

akaashi felt a little lighter, yet a lot more fuzzy and warm at the feeling of you praising him and kissing his cheeks. he took in the beauty of your natural look in the morning, accompanied with the brilliance of your smile—it was too much love for him to handle, yet he wants all of you anyway. "...thank you, dearest." he replied, kissing the top of your head and cracking a small smile upon his usually stoic face. that morning was a bit of a hassle for akaashi, and even though he can be stuck in the limbo of his perfectionism and overthinking... as long as you say what he does is enough, he feels enough, more than enough, already.

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[cr4yolaas]

3:04 AM — akaashi keiji

keiji entered your shared home all but gracefully. with half-lidded eyes and a stumble through the door, he haphazardly chucked his shoes onto the floor, paying no mind to the fact that they had landed much too far from one another.

with heavy limbs and a sleepy head, he dragged himself over to the bedroom. in the process, he dropped his work bag somewhere in the hallway (if he was slightly more conscious, he would’ve avoided such a thing knowing you’d pester him for it the next morning). and finally, in the darkness of the night, akaashi keiji collapsed onto your bed.

the movement roused you from your sleep, a soft hum escaping your lips as you turned over to face your boyfriend (despite your eyes being closed). “you stink, keiji,” you muttered, the words barely audible and frosted with sleepiness. “how was work?”

keiji grumbled in response. his coat somehow managed to make it off of his body and onto the floor; that’s another thing you’d be sure to scold him for.

there were a plethora of complaints on the very tip of his tongue that had accumulated throughout the day — a rookie editor had misplaced the volume he was working on, the wifi in his building was running slow, his lunchtime coffee was too bitter. but as he lay in the bed next to you, with his hand subconsciously resting on the back of your head and the other bringing your body closer to him, his anger dissipated.

akaashi keiji was a busy man. a busy, and occasionally irritated, man. however, bathed in the lullabies of the moonlight and the warmth of your gentle breaths as you slip back into slumber, he finds himself at ease.

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[satoruxx]

omg so like i saw ur event open and uhm what afe akaashi + this side of paradise by coyote theory 🫶

pairing: akaashi keiji x reader | 2.1k+ words summary: college au, student akaashi, pining (ofc), basically reader monologuing about her crush on akaashi for 2k words (i mean same), both of them are introverted af tho, which means they're both idiots (i'm speaking from experience hehe), nerds being nerds, overall just lots of fluff and overthinking !! a/n: AKIIIII hello hello <333 ty for sending this in lovely !! can you believe this is my first time writing for a haikyuu character?? and it so happens to be akaashi skhfkdjds i adore him !! this was so cute to write i was kicking my feet and giggling. i remember being obsessed with this song a few years ago and now that i wrote this i've been listening to it on repeat !! anyways i hope you enjoy this hehe <3

literature class was by far your favorite one of the day. you liked the stories you got to read, because it meant that you could fall into a world of your own and let your mind race with ideas. you liked how kind the professor was, passionately speaking about a subject only few could teach. you liked that it was an afternoon class, not too early for sleep to still be clinging to your eyes and yet not too late for the day's exhaustion to hit your body.

and you liked the way akaashi keiji looked as he intently listened to the lecture.

it was an accident at first. you'd gone into the lecture hall on the first day as early as you could, just so that you could scope out the corner most seat. the one away from the front where all eyes rest, but close enough from the far back so you could still pay attention. it was a fairly unpopular place to sit, so you wouldn't have to worry about any chatty seatmates trying to pull you out of your comfort zone.

only after a week of class, during one of the more boring lectures when your focus was waning and your eyes were wandering, did you notice him. akaashi keiji sitting in the row in front of you, closer to the other side of the room but angled in the perfect position for you to see his side profile.

his fingers curl under his chin as he rests his face in his palm, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose precariously. he doesn't seem to mind though, eyes roaming over the board before settling on the professor again. occasionally, he'll look down at his notes to jot something down and then fidde with the pen mindlessly.

you just think he happens to look very pretty.

not that you'd ever tell him that.

no, you'd much rather stay hidden in your quiet corner of the lecture hall, where you can simply observe from the side. where you can avoid opening your mouth because oh god you know if you ever spoke you'd make an absolute fool of yourself.

it's better for you to remain alone, because that's how you've always preferred it to be. that's how you like it.

you think maybe that's why you're drawn to akaashi keiji.

he reminds you of yourself. always alone but never unhappy. he seems to enjoy solitude, just like you do. even when you manage to catch a glimpse of him around campus, he is by himself, nose buried in a book or pencil dragging against sheets of paper. he'll occasionally have headphones plugged into his ears, drowning out the world in a way you know all too well.

you like that about him, how similar he is to you. sometimes your friends will tell you that you need to socialize more, because human interaction is healthy and required and oh so important. they're right, but they don't understand how difficult it can be when you're so used to your own company. or when your brain is constantly conjuring up ideas on how strange you must look or sound. you think you'd much rather wait for the opportunity to socialize to fall right into your lap, not seek it out yourself.

so yes, in your opinion, it's completely acceptable to settle for just admiring akaashi keiji from afar. every time you sit in literature class you're grateful enough to just get the chance to see the small things he does. which pen he'll choose to write with for today's lecture, or whether he'll forgo paying attention to instead bury his face in a novel. that's enough for you.

but right now you need to push thoughts of akaashi keiji out of your head. you need to focus on finishing your reading assignment for literature class. and you want to focus, but it seems like every where you go someone is intent on making it as difficult as possible for you. you head to the library, and it's oddly loud in there. you try to find an empty classroom, and they're all filled with students. you just need a quiet place on campus where you could be alone and focus.

but you can't find any. you're about to give up and head back to your apartment when you spot a small alcove in one of the campus gardens, hidden by stone walls and leafy vines.

you send a quick thanks to the heavens and take a seat, making yourself comfortable and pulling out your book and notes. you don't know how long you sit there, cut off from the outside world as you read through pages and pages of the story, occasionally taking notes and rereading passages. you're only aware of the way the sun travels across the sky, indicating that time is indeed moving. you like it here, in this little space away from the rest of society, and you think you could remain here for so much longer.

"what do you think of it?"

you look up and your stomach drops as your eyes take in akaashi keiji standing over you, his bag slung over his shoulder. you only gape at him, not having enough time to prepare yourself for this sudden interaction. all you can manage is a stupid "huh?"

"the book. what were your thoughts?" he asks again, pointing down at the novel laying in your lap. you have to force yourself to stop staring at him and open your mouth.

"it's ridiculous." you answer lamely and akaashi's lips quirk upwards.

"it's a shakespearean tragedy..." he says and you suddenly think that your answer might've been a dumb one, but then he's nodding in what seems to be agreement. your breath catches as he bends down to take a seat next to you. "...of course it's got themes of ridiculousness."

the soft fabric of his sweater brushes against your skin and you almost choke, because your palms feel sweaty and your heart is racing and you think you might be breathing too loudly and-

"i felt the same way." he says, his finger coming to rest on one of the sticky notes you've put in the margin, where your summarized thoughts are scribbled down. "though i firmly believe desdemona was the true victim of the play."

you're still blinking at him owlishly, and you can practically see the way his shoulders drop as he attempts to withdraw his forwardness. "i'm sorry i shouldn't have-"

"i agree," you say hurriedly, effectively halting his words. "she deserved better than what she got. if i were her i would've blamed him for killing me instead of myself."

akaashi blinks, before a light smile graces his face, and he's nodding along with you. "for sure. leave it to the male main character to make the ending all about him."

you laugh before you can stop yourself, fiddling with the corners of the page. "i think we're dumbing it down a little too much."

"we probably are." akaashi muses, his fingers coming up to nudge at his glasses before they slip down his nose. he pauses for a second, glancing at you carefully before speaking again. "you...sit in the row behind me, right?"

oh no, has he noticed the way you stare at him? does he think you're creepy? you don't even want to hear what he has to say next. what if he-

"this is usually where i come to read alone. i've never seen anyone else here before." he continues, looking around the hidden little alcove.

you panic subsides and you immediately feel guilty. "oh shoot, i'm so sorry. i was looking for a quiet place to finish the book and i passed by here. i didn't mean to-"

akaashi is shaking his head immediately, hushing your apologies with a laugh. "no no, it's alright. i didn't mean to make you think i was angry about it. i don't mind sharing this spot. it works wonders when you need some quiet time."

maybe it's the tone of his voice or the way his eyes shine behind the frames of his glasses, but you find yourself relaxing before you can process it, giving him a half smile and a small shrug. "that's nice of you. i just...know how annoying it can be when people invade your space. especially when you want to be alone."

akaashi pauses, giving you a curious glance before his faces eases into a warm smile. he nods just slightly before shrugging. “that’s true. but…i don’t find myself all that annoyed right now.”

it’s obviously not meant in any other way but friendly, but that doesn’t stop his words from making your heart race. you only give him a shaky lopsided grin and try to take a leap of faith.

"well how did you feel about the ending monologue?" you ask, and akaashi chuckles, easing into the wall behind him as an invisible weight is lifted from his shoulders. he begins to answer your question, and a slight feeling of pride bubbles in your stomach.

you're actually talking to akaashi keiji. you took the leap of faith.

and it pays off because akaashi remains there with you for hours after that. you both take turns ranting about the novel, eventually drifting off into other topics that have the two of you easily conversing like you had been friends for years. by the time night has fallen and you both are packing your things, you're wondering why you were ever nervous to begin with.

“i’m glad that you found this place. it’s really peaceful.” you comment with an easy going smile and akaashi returns it almost immediately.

his tone is light when he speaks up. “you’re welcome back here anytime.”

you end up taking him up on the offer many times afterward.

a part of you worries that maybe he might find you annoying. but he always just gives you that soft smile, patting the ground next to him as he allows you to invade his space over and over again.

besides you don’t know this yet, but he only allows this for you.

because truthfully, akaashi keiji has thought you were pretty since the moment he first saw you in literature class. he’s not prideful enough to deny the way his eyes have drifted over to you during the lectures. to watch the way you tap your pen against your lips or to gaze at you when you doodle on the corner of your notes.

but he figured these feelings were something he'd keep to himself because god knows akaashi was nothing if not introverted. he would never have even dared to approach you and open his mouth since he knew in his gut that he would somehow fumble his words once he was in front of you. so why would he risk it? he wouldn't, he decided. he had made up his mind.

but then you're in front of him, curled up against the stone walls of his reading spot, all immersed in your book and his legs are carrying him forward before he can even process it. and then he's blurting out all these words while cursing himself internally because he can practically see the hesitation in your face as he basically forces you out of your comfort zone. why did he do it? he loved seeing you in your own little world, an easy smile on your face as you enjoyed your own company. now he's shattering your peace, dragging you out of it by the ankles and he wants to kick himself.

but you're always such a pleasant surprise, welcoming him into your space like it's nothing. and he knows it's not nothing. if there's anyone who can understand what a struggle it is to reach out a hand to someone, it's him. but he's grateful you built up the courage to continue a conversation with him. because now he finally has his foot in the door, and it's given him a confidence boost he sorely needed.

now that he meets you almost everyday in your shared little corner, talking about the most mundane and trivial things like it's always been a thing between you two, he feels better about what's to come. because he's dragged you into his space too, and you've become so integral to it that he can't imagine what it was like to be lonely in the first place.

but hopefully, you like being lonely with him too. because soon enough he's going to blurt out his true feelings in the form of a shaky jumbled confession, and all he can do is hope and pray you feel the same.

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[popkorrn]

"i’m so tired," you groaned, planting yourself headfirst into the crumpled pages of your notebook.

"do you need a break?" akaashi asked, his eyes still focused on the notebook in front of him, "we’ve been studying for quite a while now and it’s getting pretty late."

you turned your head to face your boyfriend, half of your face still buried in the ink pages. "why do you look so handsome in glasses?" you mumbled absentmindedly, eyelids feeling heavier with every passing second. "you look hot," you continued with a goofy smile, glancing lovingly into his dark blue eyes.

even though akaashi didn’t immediately respond to any of your sudden compliments, the way his hand tensed and stopped writing was enough to tell you that he was flustered by your comments.

"you sound like you’re drunk," akaashi responded with a low chuckle, running a hand through his soft, raven hair to hide the blush that was creeping up his cheeks.

"drunk on my love for you," you drawled out with a small giggle. mustering up the last bit of energy, you stood up from your side of the table with your arms wide open. before akaashi could protest, you plopped yourself comfortably onto his lap, catching him by surprise.

you wrapped your arms tightly around his torso, gently nuzzling your face onto his shoulder as you took in his familiar and comforting scent.

akaashi felt a small smile tug at the corners of his lips at your sudden clinginess. you always seemed to crave physical touch more when you were tired. smiling down at your adorable state, he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead, pulling you closer into his chest.

"do you wanna go to bed?" akaashi asked, his soft voice barely a whisper as he looked down at you with nothing but pure adoration.

you shook your head, looking up at your boyfriend with a small pout, "you're comfier."

akaashi's eyes widened ever so slightly, the tips of his ears turning redder and redder by the second. he quickly averted his eyes away from your smug ones, mentally cursing himself for getting flustered over your words so easily.

although akaashi still refused to look at you, his hand started to rub up and down your back soothingly.

you like to think that it was more of a subconscious action that he does, similar to how your thumb would rub circles on the back of his hand reassuringly when you could sense that he was starting to overthink situations again.

"cute," akaashi mumbled. he said it so softly that you wondered if he had even meant to say it aloud, but you were already halfway through to dreamland to give it a second thought.

"goodnight, love."

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