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sliceofsugoii · 2 months

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"Bokuto-san hurry up"

#akaboku #haikyuu #haikyuu fanart #fanart #akaashi x bokuto #akaashi #bokuto

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erihelion · 2 months

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college akbk!

#haikyuu #haikyuu fanart #akaashi keiji #bkak #bokuaka #bokuto #bokuto kotaro #akbk #akaboku

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illarii · 11 months

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May I should do an ushiten version I guess?

#fanart #sketch #haikyuu fanart #fanart sketch #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fan stuff #hq #hq fanart #anime fanart #bokuaka #akaboku #akaashi #bokuto #hq bokuto #hq akaashi

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mari-writes · 1 month

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At summer training camp in her second year, Yachi Hitoka notices a small, heart-shaped Pride pin on Akaashi Keiji’s sports bag.

She spends the first two days of camp agonizing if she should say something. Is it appropriate? Would Akaashi be weirded out? How does one casually initiate a conversation with a fellow gay?

So far Yachi has only told two people: a cousin, and her former crush/mentor, the incomparable Kiyoko Shimizu. She’s chatted with people online, but always anonymously.

The thought of coming out to someone new is terrifying.

But Akaashi, and really the entire Fukurodani Volleyball Club, have always been approachable. Yachi recalls running into Akaashi and his ace, Bokuto Koutarou at Nationals. They were so kind, easing her worries and doubts during an intense match. Despite being just as tall and intense as the other athletes Yachi regularly met, she never felt intimidated by the pair.

And so, she now finds herself peering nervously around the corner of the Ubugawa gymnasium to where Akaashi, now captain of Fukurodani, stands. He’s staring down at his phone, his bag casually slung over one shoulder. The rainbow pin gleams under the midday sun.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, Yachi approaches. As she does, she sees that Akaashi is smiling. It’s subtle, just a slight twitch at the sides of his mouth, but it’s noticeable. She wonders vaguely what he’s looking at on his phone.

She chides herself for being nosey.

Akaashi hears her shuffling and looks up. “Ah, Yacchan.” He politely tucks the phone away. “Good evening.”

“Hello, um, hi, Akaashi-san!” Yachi stammers. “H-how are you?” She winces at her own awkwardness.

“Doing well, thank you.” He nods politely. “And you? Are you staying cool? Hydrated?”

“I’m okay!” Yachi bows back. “But yeah, it’s so hot out today!”

“You’re not a summer person, then?”

“Not at all!” She groans. “I feel like I’m melting!”

Akaashi chuckles. “You sound like Bokuto. He abhors the heat, especially when it’s humid as well.”

Yachi grins. “How is Bokuto-san doing? He’s at Central Sports University, right?” She assumes Bokuto keeps in touch with his old teammates.

Akaashi hums. “Moving from home was a big change, but he’s happy. His new team is a good fit.”

“I’m glad.” Yachi reaches down to fiddle with the hem of her t-shirt, unsure. She feels like she’s about to dive off a cliff, not knowing if there will be a net to catch her. Her anxious gaze shifts, and now the pin is in direct line of sight, as if taunting her. How can she bring it up?

“Yacchan?”

Yachi flinches, realizing she had been staring at the pin for a few beats too long. When she meets Akaashi’s gaze, he looks uncertain. Oh no! Does he think she has a problem with it? “Sorry!” She cries, arms waving frantically. “I didn’t know what to say, because… um, I saw it and I just…”

“This?” Akaashi’s fingers wander across the bag’s canvas and to the pin’s enamel surface. He taps it with one of his perfectly filed nails, lifting an eyebrow curiously.

Yachi swallows down her fear. “Yeah! It’s nice! Um, I’d like to find one for my book bag!”

Akaashi looks mildly surprised, but his face softens quickly. “I see.”

“Haha, yeah…”

“So.” Akaashi clears his throat. “You’re…”

“Yeah!” Yachi says again hands tighten into fists excitedly. “I’m gay!” Her ears burn in embarrassment as her companion bites his bottom lip, trying not to laugh at her outburst.

“Well, thank you for sharing that with me, Yacchan.”

Yachi releases a shaky breath, grinning back nervously. For a while they are silent. Cicadas buzz above, gym shoes squeak on hardwood nearby. She wonders if Akaashi is feeling the same sort of content relief at finding another queer person to confide in.

“When did you know?”

“Huh?” It takes a moment for her to discern Akaashi’s question. “Oh! Um, well. Back in first year, I had a crush on someone, but at first I didn’t know it was a crush!” She recounts the clarity she experienced, when she finally understood her feelings. It was like everything suddenly shifted into focus.

It had been hard, accepting that Kiyoko couldn’t return her feelings. But she is forever grateful for the older girl—for her influence, kindness, her support when she came out.

“How are you doing now?” Akaashi asks kindly, causing Yachi to relax further.

“Well, I’m glad I know who I am! But now I basically fall in love with every pretty, nice girl I meet!” She sighs. “It’s tiring!”

Akaashi chuckles. “I suppose I can’t relate exactly. I’ve only ever had feelings for one person.”

Yachi leans in curiously, waiting for her companion to continue on his own. She doesn’t want to pry.

“I always found guys attractive,” he says finally. “But when I came out in middle school, my parents told me to keep it to myself. They said I’d ‘grow out of it,’ so it wasn’t worth acting on.”

Yachi frowns. “I’m so sorry, Akaashi-san! I, um, think my mom will be supportive when I tell her. I’ve heard her talk positively about the marriage equality movement…”

Akaashi’s eyes crinkle as he smiles. “I’m glad to hear. But remember, even if she doesn’t, you will find people who support and love you. I found that at Fukurodani. In fact,” he reaches into his pocket. “Let’s exchange numbers. If you ever want to talk, contact me. Bokuto, too. Anytime.”

A surge of affection hits Yachi. It’s overwhelming, how it wells up inside her, through her heart and into her throat. Not since Kiyoko had she felt so seen by another person. “Thank you,” she croaks, blinking furiously. (She is not crying. She’s not!) “Wait,” she says, realizing what Akaashi had said. “Bokuto… I mean, is he also…”

Shyly, Akaashi nods. “I’m sure he’d be okay with me telling you. Bokuto is bisexual. And, well…” His voice lowers slightly. “He and I… we’re together.”

Yachi feels like she might fall over at the news. Akaashi and Bokuto, two of her favorite people in the entire world, are dating? Incredible!

“That’s wonderful!” She cries, hands pulling into fists in excitement. He chuckles, sharp cheekbones going pink.

“Thank you. I… have to agree...”

From then on, Yachi and Akaashi grow closer. They spend time together at training camps, keeping in touch in between. They end up at the same university and often meet up to study together.

Yachi confides in Akaashi and Bokuto, who give her advice before she comes out to her mom. They encourage her to ask out a girl in one of her classes, celebrating when she gets her first date.

Over the years, Yachi meets many other queer people who become incredibly important to her. But she never loses touch with Akaashi. The connection they made that one summer day in high school remains a defining moment in her life.

She’ll forever be grateful.

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Thanks for reading! I wanted to expand this for A03 but as usual these days, I lost the motivation. I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless! Please REBLOG and/or REPLY if you did. 🥰❤️ Thanks for your continued support!

#yachi hitoka #akaashi keiji #bokuaka #haikyuu!!#my writing #fanfic #drabble #ficlet #bkak #akaboku #hq fanfic #haikyuu

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snowysakusa · 2 years

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one bokuto tiddie squeeze a day keeps the doctor away.

-akaashi keiji (its true, i was there)

ko-fi

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paintbrushyy · 3 months

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Bokuaka// NSFW

Akaashi can't quite remember how they got here. Bokuto's visiting from college and somewhere between Bokuto asking if they could make out and Akaashi giving into every desire, did they become pressed together. Akaashi crawled over his homework on the ground that they were already leaning over. He got to his knees, Bokuto watching him with wide eyes as Akaashi stared with hazy lidded ones. His head was already fogged over, not thinking of anything but the bodily desire to be closer. And suddenly...he was in his lap, legs spread open straddling Bokuto's thighs.

Akaashi's slick lips slide over Bokuto's, his heart pounding and quivering in his chest. He doesn't know how long they've been like this, but it could be hours and he'd still want more. He desperately wants more. And Bokuto doesn't seem to want anything different. Akaashi runs his hand through the back hairs of Bokuto's head, grabbing the damp strands. It rained earlier. And then— Akaashi feels the press of something underneath him, nudging between his legs.

He pauses quickly, jerking his head back slightly in shock. This isn't something that's happened to them before. Akaashi's never sat in Bokuto's lap before, he doesn't even think they've kissed for this long, this heavily. This heavenly.

Bokuto pauses as well, his eyes flinging open wide. A bright blush rises on his cheeks. Akaashi's mouth gapes. He isn't sure what to say.

"I— I'm sorry," Bokuto says, looking away. His hands are on Akaashi's hips, and they don't move as he apologizes. "You're— you're just...hot." Bokuto stumbles through his explanation, but it only makes matters worse as now Akaashi is blushing just as furiously.

"It's— fine," Akaashi says. His breath is heavy in his chest, and though he would expect himself to want to get off of Bokuto's lap, his fuzzy horny head feels a pull to do something entirely the opposite. It feels good. Bokuto has a growing erection and it feels good underneath him.

Akaashi shifts in Bokuto's lap, and almost instantly a soft whimper escapes Bokuto's mouth. His eyes flutter and suddenly Bokuto's hands are tighter around Akaashi's waist. He's never been held like this, this strongly as Bokuto's desire for him is so evident.

"do you—um— do you want me to touch you," Akaashi says, surprising even himself at his offer. But it is something he's wondered about, something he's wanted. They haven't had times like this since they started dating. Bokuto isn't around as much as he used to be.

Bokuto's cheeks redden even more and Akaashi swears if he were to touch them they'd probably burn him. He never expected Bokuto to be so shy about any of this. "N—no, no. um," his voice cracks a little, "but you— you could keep moving your hips if— if you want." He almost sounds breathless, fighting for his request. Akaashi almost finds it endearing.

Akaashi blinks a few times before adjusting his hands around Bokuto's neck, returning to where he wants them to be. He hesitates for just a second as he lowers his head again, tilting to one side and slipping their lips together.

Bokuto sucks in a deep breath as he's kissed, and they both start moving their lips. And when the familiarity sets in, Akaashi starts to roll his hips. He feels Bokuto's cock press against him, and with every roll and touch a sound escapes from Bokuto's throat.

Bokuto's hand slides further around Akaashi's waist, his palm flattening against his spine. Akaashi is keenly aware of the barrier of his shirt. His other hand wraps around Akaashi's thigh, and suddenly Akaashi feels Bokuto guiding him, showing him how to move his hips, how to grind down on his cock. He has needs and Akaashi is just what he needs to fulfill them.

"Faster," Bokuto whispers in the breath between their lips, and Akaashi obeys like a servant. He moves his hips faster, rocking on Bokuto's lap until he can practically feel Bokuto throbbing beneath him. But it's not enough, because a moment later Bokuto's grip on Akaashi tightens and he's lifting Akaashi to lay him out on the bed.

Akaashi falls back as Bokuto pushes him, letting himself be conquered by Bokuto's single desire for release. He spreads his legs wider, Bokuto still fit between them, and hooks his ankles around to lock him in.

Bokuto doesn't pause to acknowledge what he's doing. He takes Akaashi's lips again, forcing his tongue inside. His cock presses harder to Akaashi, now shoved tightly against his hole. They're both still dressed, and Akaashi wonders how long it'll last before Bokuto is ripping his clothes. But the moment doesn't seem to arrive as Bokuto ruts against him and kisses him.

"Fuck—" Bokuto gasps, his movements getting faster. "You feel so good." Akaashi's body throbs at that, and he feels his head get fuzzy with arousal.

"Tou—touch me more," Akaashi begs suddenly, gasping out his words as he follows Bokuto's lips where they lead him. He needs Bokuto's hands on his naked skin, needs them shoved up his shirt and down his pants.

Bokuto seems to understand exactly this, as once asked his hand readjusts. He pushes one hand under Akaashi's shirt, sliding rough fingers along the ridges of Akaashi's ribs. His other cups Akaashi's ass, kneading at the meat. Bokuto grunts, biting into Akaashi's bottom lip. A moan flutters out Akaashi's throat, and he realizes how addictive that could be. He could moan for Bokuto for hours, scream and whimper for the sake of this man's pleasure.

Akaashi is about to ask for what they've been dancing around, for Bokuto to just take what he's asking for. But before he can Bokuto's grip on him tightens, and his lips stop moving as a slow moan drips out. Akaashi doesn't realize what it means at first until he feels Bokuto's body relax against him, and the blissful expression on his face takes over.

Akaashi relaxes his own body as well unsure what to do. His hands drop from Bokuto to the bed lying with his arms up by his head.

"Did you finish?" Akaashi asks. Bokuto's eyes become clearer in seconds as he realizes what's just happened.

"Keiji— I'm sorry, I shouldn't have— we—" Bokuto sits back. But Akaashi pulls him back down.

"It's okay," he says, "just...fuck me next time you want to get off in my bed." Bokuto's cheeks turn pink again before his lips split into a smile.

"yeah...okay," he whispers, falling back into Akaashi's kiss.

//END

Hope you enjoyed! Check out more of my work on my AO3!

#Bokuaka #Bokuto #Akaashi #bokuto x akaashi #fanfiction #Haikyuu!!#hq!!#Haikyuu #Haikyuu fanfic #hq fanfic #ao3 #Akaboku #haikyuu bokuto #hq bokuto #haikyuu smut #hq smut #fanfic smut #Duckystories

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tenma-udai · 10 months

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i wrote a new bokuaka fic please mind the tags and the rating!!

#bokuaka #akaboku #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #haikyuu!!#gwrites #my fic writing #i hope you like it !!!

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byelmaoo · 2 years

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HQ!! Duos as babysitters

Oikawa / Iwaizumi

Oikawa: Okay, so what you do is to lift your arms u–

Iwaizumi: Oikawa, he is TWO fucking YEARS OLD do not teach him volleyball

Kageyama / Hinata

Kageyama: Okay, it’s time to feed the child.

Hinata, grabbing bird seeds: I found this laying on the floor, I thought maybe the parents left it for us! They’re so nice. Already preparing so we won’t have a hard time!

Miya Twins ( Atsumu / Osamu )

Osamu: Hey, I got foo– what?

Atsumu, sitting beside the baby: *watching cocomelon*

Atsumu: I hate this job

Bokuto / Akaashi

Akaashi, frantically panicking: B–Bokuto san.. c–careful, put.. put the baby down..

Bokuto: *Holding the baby by her leg*

Bokuto: Look at her baby feet, Akaashi! It’s so cute!

Akaashi: BOKUTO KOUTARO, IF YOU DON’T PUT THE BABY DOWN–

Kuroo / Kenma

Kuroo: Why. Why is (r/n) tied up in his feeding chair?

Kenma: He took my fucking PS5 and roamed around the whole house causing trouble, so I tied him the fuck up.

Kuroo, looking around the house seeing the huge mess and broken items on the floor: We are so gonna get fired..

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fabiannes · 2 years

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eu realmente tenho preferências quanto à ships...

I do really have preferences about ships...

#gojohime #ginhiji #hijigin #sanekana #bokuaka #akaboku #batarou

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anarchysquid · 27 days

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They so silly 😜

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sliceofsugoii · 2 years

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"Hey it's alright, I'm here"

"Come on let's go"

Or them being each others' big baby and super caring boyfriend <3

#haikyuu fanart #akaashi fanart #akaboku #haikyuu art #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq art #fanart #bokuto #bokuto koutarou #akaashi x bokuto

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erihelion · 3 months

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experimenting with rendering

#haikyuu #bkak #akbk #bokuaka #akaboku #bokuto x akaashi #bokuto kotaro #akaashi keiji

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yolkydolky · 1 year

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When you realise you love somebody, how do they look in your eyes?

Commission piece for a fanfic 'Light, My Love' written by @fawn-eyed-girl 🥰

Follow this link to give it a read! ⬇️💖

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44270839

#bokuaka #bokuto x akaashi #haikyuu #akaashi keiji #artists on tumblr #animeart #anime boy #haikyuufanart #akaboku #commisionwork #manga

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mari-writes · 4 months

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Koutarou attends The Nutcracker for his sister, Kai, who's dancing as the Snow Queen.

This is her second year in the role, but he missed last time, so he’s so excited! He can’t wait to see his big sister dance!

And then he sees him.

In the role of the Snow King is a young prodigy named Akaashi Keiji. He’s a year younger than Koutarou, and his sister says Akaashi is “the best dance partner she’s ever had.”

Koutarou is immediately enamored. His eyes follow Akaashi wherever he goes on stage, despite Kai being the focal point of the routine. He’s lean, but obviously so strong, capable of lifting, throwing and catching his sister flawlessly. Effortlessly.

(Also, those tights look so good on him.)

Koutarou pretty much begs his sister to introduce them. “Please! I’ll do anything!” He cries as he unleashes the full force of his pout. “I don’t even care if he’s not available or interested in me! I just want to meet him!”

She finally relents after a week of his hassling. Koutarou attends the show again on closing night. He’s a bit nervous. The Nutcracker has been a huge hit, with critics and audiences alike praising the Snow Queen and King specifically. Akaashi’s name is on everyone’s lips; he's “the next big thing” in the Tokyo dance scene.

“Calm down, Kou,” Kai hisses as she leads him down the hall and towards the theater’s green room. “He’s just a person just like you. Trust me, it’ll be fine.”

Koutarou nods. Swallows. He holds his breath as they finally step into the room.

They find Akaashi casually leaning against the back wall, munching on an apple and swiping through his phone. Koutarou’s eyes roam his form. He’s wearing a cropped, midnight blue hoodie that cuts off at the hem of his black joggers, displaying his slim build. His feet are covered in a pair of beat-up sneakers.

“Keiji dear, do you have a moment?”

Akaashi looks up, and Koutarou sucks in a breath. The man has perhaps the prettiest eyes Koutarou has ever seen. A devastating mix of blue-green-grey, piercing, with heavy lids and long lashes.

Surprisingly, those eyes widen when as they land on Koutarou, and his mouth drops open. “Of course,” he nods, “um, hello.” His voice is like velvet, soft yet with a gravely texture that send a shiver through Koutarou. He also can’t help but notice that Akaashi is a few inches shorter, which forces the man to look up at him as they approach.

Oh my god, he's an actual angel.

Kai pulls her brother forward until the two men are a few paces apart. She squeezes his arm, a gesture she’s been using since they were kids to lend him comfort, encouragement. He leans appreciatively into the warm touch.

“It’s, um, it’s wonderful to finally meet you, Bokuto-san.”

Koutarou blinks, confused. Akaashi is addressing him as if he knows who he is. “Oh! Uh, it’s nice to meet you, too!” He grins sheepishly. “Did Kai tell you I was coming, or..?”

The man shakes his head. Now that they’re so close, Koutarou notices leftover sparkles and flecks of fake snow still clinging to Akaashi’s wavy black hair.

Enchanting.

“Well, I did know you were her brother… but I didn’t know you would be here tonight.” His eyes narrow at Kai, who chuckles.

“Keiji here is a big fan of volleyball,” she smirks at her brother, who nearly chokes at the new information. "He watched every single one your matches at the last Olympics. Apparently.”

“Really?!” Koutarou can’t believe his ears. Akaashi Keiji, the beautiful man who he’s been obsessing over the last few weeks, is a fan of him, too? It’s a bonafide Christmas miracle!

“Yes,” Akaashi’s lips twitch upward. It’s not quite a smile, but close. “I’ve, ah, been hoping Kai would introduce us someday.”

Koutarou beams. He can’t even be angry at his sister for keeping the secret. He’s just too happy right now. "I'm so glad she did!"

They end up at the closing night after party, sitting side by side in a booth, surrounded by family and friends. Conversation flows easily. Akaashi is rather quiet, but he seems content to just listen to Koutarou talk. He occasionally barks out a dry, sarcastic comment that only enamors Koutarou further.

He also smells nice. Like sandalwood and rose. Koutarou has to restrain himself from taking a big, long whiff.

“Y-you know, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi says, words slurring a bit from the whiskey shots he’d just downed. “I actually played a bit volleyball when I was younger.”

Koutarou gasps. “You did?!”

Akaashi giggles, then hiccups, and it’s the cutest thing Koutarou has ever heard. “I did,” Akaashi nods, “but only into middle school. Dance sort of took over my life after that. I’ve continued to follow the sport, though.”

Koutarou is having trouble containing his excitement. He grips his beer with one hand and reaches to grip Akaashi’s forearm lightly with the other. “You have to play with me someday!”

Akaashi snorts (wait, no, that is the cutest thing Koutarou has ever heard) and shakes his head. “I couldn’t possibly keep up with a pro player like you…”

“And I can’t keep up with your dancing,” Koutarou winks. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to do that with you sometime. If you want, that is...”

For a brief moment, Akaashi just stares, and Koutarou wonders if he’s being too forward. But then Akaashi’s lips settle into a sweet smile, and he glances down into his drink. His sharp cheekbones bloom with color. “Are you asking me on a date, Bokuto-san?”

Well then. Koutarou hadn’t expected things to progress this quickly, but sometimes, fate has other plans. “I mean,” he clears his throat, “maybe..?”

Akaashi looks up, and Koutarou is suddenly drowning. He swears his sees an entire future in those stormy eyes, just waiting to pull him under.

(And Koutarou would go, gladly.)

“I would love to,” Akaashi says, leaning forward to clank their glasses together. “Merry Christmas, Bokuto-san.”

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A short advert ft. The Nutcracker's snow scene 💙❄️

Thank you for reading this sappy little thing I wrote after working a week straight of Nutcracker performances (eight shows in one week; it was insane). If you enjoyed this, PLEASE reblog! It really helps me out, way more than just a like (though I appreciate those, too). You can also share my post on Twitter! Thanks everyone for your support this year. It’s been rough, for many reasons. I hope you all have a happy holiday season. Here’s to 2024! 🥰

#bokuaka #akaboku #akaashi keiji #bokuto koutarou #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu!!#fanfic #my writing #ficlet #drabble #HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE #the nutcracker #ballet

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peachonified · 7 months

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I realised I don't have any Bokuto birthday fics! I will rectify that next year, but to celebrate, I thought I would share some of my soft and sweet shorter Bo threads.

Keep My Hands Busy

Tags: gentle, slice of life, implied mild BokuAka Summary: Bokuto Knits

Bokuto knits.

And he loved it.

It’s not something he expected, but years of doing it (he started in high school) means it has… weight. Emotional weight. The fact that it was Akaashi’s suggestion makes it even more special. Even if he’d been a little… opposed at the start. It took a very slightly exasperated Akaashi sitting next to him as he hid under the desk to say, “I don’t really see how trying to knit on the bench is more embarrassing than this Bokuto-san.”

And he was right.

It didn’t help – as he loudly and pointedly told Akaashi – but he was right.

“It’s not more embarrassing. But I don’t see the point! How’s knitting going to help me play?”

He’d sulkily said that to Akaashi who had the audacity - audacity! - to roll his eyes and reply, “It’s about focus, Bokuto-san. Which I told you last time you asked about it.”

So, he more or less good naturedly started to knit. And found he liked it. Yes, he got some teasing from his team mates. And even more from Kuroo, but he persisted. Akaashi was right, it did help him focus. Or at least, it helped him not lose focus, but even more importantly? Suddenly he was doing something where he could make things for people!

Not that it started that way. He almost threw it down a few times – not as a tanty, as Konoha indicated. But in manly frustration!

But then he got his first few stitches down. They linked together, and they looked like they could be something. And after finishing three granny squares, he decided he was going to thank Akaashi with a small gift.

At least, that was the plan.

He misjudged the scarf for Akaashi and it ended up 6m long.

"You don't have to keep it," he said, not looking at Akaashi. Who very stoically took it from his hands, and wrapped it around his neck a lot of times. (He later said it was worth it, just to see Bokuto's face light up. Everyone said he was whipped).

And from there it exploded. Tea cosies. Hats. A jacket for Yukippe's dog. He managed to make Kuroo gloves that had cats on them, and he wore them every winter without fail. (Years later, when they wore through, he asked for a new pair)

When he finally ran out of winter things to make, he knitted himself a bikini and it’s still the coolest thing he owns. ... well, maybe not as cool as the Hooters shirt, but a very, very, very close second.

Even later, when he finished high school, when he finished university, when he was a professional volleyball player like he always dreamed… he still knitted. Even though he was better at focusing, and he didn't need to have his hands constantly busy to get through a match, he still chose to sit on the bench, when the opportunity came, and knit.

He still makes presents for all his friends, and they are better than ever. (The next time when he made Akaashi a 6m scarf it was on purpose. And Kuroo wears his fifth set of gloves, still covered with cats, on official JVA business. And all the jackals have matching cup cosies they proudly use.)

And every now and then Bokuto struts his stuff on the beach in his knitted bikini. But now he has a matching knitted coverup.

It’s incredibly hot – but he’s still cool.

#bokuto koutarou #bokuto centric #hq #slice of slice #AkaBoku #duck writes #AO3 fic #Friendship

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paintbrushyy · 1 day

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Come read the first chapter of my new sad Bokuaka fic.

To the Lighthouse

Ship: Bokuaka

Rating: E

Chapter: 1

Warnings: See Ao3/Graphic

Summary:

After the events of Akaashi's failed suicide attempt, he decides to move to the coast in hopes of a better recovery. And when he discovers a lighthouse just down the shore of the beach, he finds a lone lighthouse keeper welcoming him to town. In his attempts to recover Akaashi and Bokuto grow closer, facing the restless tides together.

Please mind the tags.

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