#azusonix

[june-again]

bedroom ceiling

-> ASAHI x GN!READER

prompt: "please don't leave me."

warnings/content: self indulgent + emotional rant session. comfort. 800w.

You appreciated his company, but not being in person was still hard. Devastatingly hard, on nights like this.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Asahi’s voice said in your earbuds.

Your phone was sitting next to you and you were lying facing your pitch-black ceiling. You felt like you might drift — not to sleep, but to yet another endless game of becoming more and more afraid of yourself.

“That’s part of the problem,” you replied, “because if I talk about it then you’ll see what I’m really like. Asahi… it’s not pretty.”

“I love all of you. I want you to get whatever it is off your chest if you need to.”

Asahi'd always supported you like this, and he was one of the best listeners you knew. You were overwhelmingly grateful for him.

You took a deep breath, already feeling tears coming.

“I just feel like… this… this me, that you see, the me that you love… it isn’t all of me. It’s the stuff I choose to show. I’m so twisted inside and I feel like the only thing that is keeping me accepted in yours or anyone’s eyes is my judgement. And I feel like lately my judgement is being clouded.” You paused, taking a deep breath. “So clouded. I feel so lost inside myself. I’m tired of the voice inside my head. The one that belongs to me. I’m tired of everything I come up with. I’m scared I’ll make more mistakes. I’m scared I’ll make one that you can’t forgive, because I can barely tell wrong from right anymore. I want to be good enough — you deserve the most — but, Asahi, I know I can’t be.”

Guilt washed over you as you realized how much you’d said. Too much. You stared at your bedroom ceiling, dreading the possibility that he wouldn’t know what to say. You wouldn’t know what to say, if you were him.

“You can keep talking if you want,” he said. “I love you.”

You bit your lip. “I love you too. I love you so much. I wish I could believe that what we have is anything more than temporary, because I’m so scared of the end that I think at any second I’ll get too possessive and lose you because of it. And so I’m not letting myself believe that you actually love me. I just feel like… no matter what, in the end I’ll always be alone. I’ll always be tired. I’ll always only remember the sad parts. I’ll let love pass me by because I’m so afraid of it.” You hesitated. “I’m scared, Asahi. And it’s so dark.” At this, you finally allowed the tears to spill over.

His voice came back, like an echo of reassurance. One that you felt that you didn’t deserve. “You aren’t any less worthy of love because you aren’t perfect. I’m sorry that…” He trailed off, thinking. “I’m sorry that you’ve been made to feel like… like your judgement has to be perfect all the time. I’m sorry that you feel like you can’t fully trust me when I say I love you, even though I’ve never meant anything more in my life.”

You quietly sobbed for a minue, unable to speak. Finally, your voice cracking, you said, “I just wish I could have gotten things together by now. I wish I could be better. You deserve so much better. I’m sorry I’m like this. I’m sorry I’m a mess. I wish I could be better.”

“I’m so grateful for you.” His voice was soft. It was obvious he was being genuine. “You’re perfect to me. You don’t have to change. I just want to be here for you.”

“How… how can you possibly love me that much? I’m not… I’m not even that special. I’m not super smart or pretty or whatever. Why me? Oh — Asahi, don’t answer that, I sound like I’m—”

“Because you and I are special. I don’t care how the rest of the world sees you. I’m not going to compare you. I just know that my life wouldn’t be the same without you and you’re… you’re something I want to treasure.”

You were quiet for a few moments, the tears falling freely. You didn’t feel like you’d be judged, or like he was impatient. Even from the other end, Asahi was still with you. You somehow knew he wanted you in his arms as much as you wanted to be.

You wished you could touch him. But the sound of his voice was the best thing you could get right now, and it was hardly disappointing.

“Please don’t leave me,” you whispered. “Don’t let me be alone again. I’m so scared of being alone.” The silence following your plead let the words come back to you and you realized how awful a thing that was to ask of someone. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to reply to that. It’s not fair to ask you to promise that. Things might change. I know that.”

“That’s true,” he responded. “But I can promise you that right now, I have no second thoughts about choosing to love you.”

AN: ngl i really needed to write something like this, and the prompt worked perfectly aha i hope someone else related to some parts of this because otherwise uh 🧍

600 EVENT

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#haikyuucafe #600 prompts #asahi x reader #asahi angst #asahi comfort #haikyuu comfort #haikyuu drabble #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu x you #hq x gn!reader #hq asahi #asahi azumane #azusonix #this is literally a journal and asahi being perfect #nice #i did art of this btw #i dunno if i should post it #someone tell me to post it

[june-again]

fashion designer!asahi headcanons because my imagination won’t leave me alone. established relationship, fluff, 400+ words, not read over

-> he's very creative and curious and is always thinking about ways to improve his work. sometimes he gets ideas at the most random moments -- which, unfortunately, includes 4AM, and can leave you wondering why on earth he's not in bed when you wake up.

-> this also means that he always has a sketchbook closeby. expect him to be sketching ideas on movie night. he has no sense of resting, but only because he loves his job so much.

-> you are asahi's favourite person to have model his ideas; he'll always call you first to see if you're busy or not. he always makes things for your size first. he also has a way of complimenting you that makes you feel beautiful but not like he's just coming up with them to be sweet. he genuinely loves the curve of your hips and the shape of your shoulders, as he'll remind you as he leans in to put a safety pin in the fabric. he always has a bit of a smile on his face when he does this, as if he realizes how it makes you flustered but neither of you choose to say anything about it.

-> yes, he's grown a little confidence. he still gets flustered easily, but he also has a better idea of what he's doing. he wants you to feel loved and after awhile it's not so hard for him to convey it.

-> his hands are bigger than yours. long, slender, steady fingers, clean veins traveling down the back of his hands from his knuckles, carefully trimmed nails. sometimes has a bandaid on his fingers from times he's accidentally hurt himself while working.

-> he's definitely left his pencil behind his ear more than once and silently looked around his workdesk and through his material for it. if you're there, you remind him by pointing at his ears and he goes "ah, right," and continues with what he was doing.

-> your fashion sense has been inspired somewhat by his passion, and in turn he takes inspiration for the things you come up with some days. one time you wore a scarf and he loved the way you looked, and you noticed that a lot more of his outfits started to include scarves after this.

-> he loves all body tyes -- he loves making you feel fantastic about the way you look. but he is sure to remind you how grateful he is for who you are and how supportive you are. he couldn't ask for more.

goodbye this did not help my brainrot at all but okay

#elk's headcanons #asahi headcanons #haikyuu spoilers #asahi x reader #timeskip!asahi #timeskip!haikyuu #asahi x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #hq asahi #asahi azumane #azusonix #im #help me #i'm not thinking straight rn #lemme know if i did something wrong #.

[june-again]

SPOT-ON | Asahi x gn!Reader [1/2]

Precis: You and Asahi are both overworked, your last semester of university coming to a close. And you still haven’t managed to convey your feelings to him.

WARNINGS: none? it’s really pretty soft.

♡ fashion college!au. a bit of angst, but mainly fluff. pining, friends to lovers ♡

WC: 3.2k

AN: This was originally meant to be a oneshot, but I fell in love with the universe. I felt at home writing it. I think this might be one of my favourite things I’ve ever written. It’s a weird length - can’t be split evenly into three, but long fics without chapters can suck my ass/j so it’s a two-parter

There are a few random info dumps, a few moments where it’s obvious I’m projecting onto “Y/N,” and the plot could use some work. Do I care? No. It’s perfect. (NO IT’S NOT PERFECT PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK)

NAVIGATION // FIC MASTERLIST + EXTENDED AN // PART 2

He seemed tired.

You had known him through years of college, and you had never seen him like this.

It was the final semester of the last year of college. His passion for apparel hadn't faded, not really, but he was very obviously burnt out. His smiles were shallower — his eyes more downcast. He had the nicest smile in the world; it was such a shame.

You worried about him.

And now, you knew you would have to put off your feelings more. You hadn't expressed them in the first year — it had been too early. And then, in the next year, he was dating someone. And he was healing from heartbreak, and so of course you had had to be there for him, not confess your feelings.

And now he was tired. He was definitely too overloaded to worry about relationships.

He never told anyone how he was feeling, not even you. He held it all back, and you watched it tear him apart from the inside. He had dealt with lots in his life already — constant assumptions because of his appearance, crippling defeat in a volleyball game that made him almost quit, saying goodbye to his best friend, who went traveling the world.

This was the same, again. He brushed it off. He didn't value himself enough to take proper care, despite your assurances. Why couldn't he love himself as much as you loved him? It was so frustrating.

He was tired, sitting in front of you in this coffee shop, failing to hide that his eyes wanted to close. He was listening to you, chin supported by hands, coffee drained. You had been going on about your fashion history project focused on the 1900s, watching him carefully.

It was as if he thought you wouldn't notice he ordered the drink with the most caffeine. It was as if he thought you didn't care enough to notice.

Should you point out that you knew how he’d been staying up every night, working himself until he could barely think anymore? It wasn't exactly a secret — he just didn't seem to want to talk about it. He worked so hard, and he brushed it off.

“Asahi,” you said. His eyes had begun to glaze over.

“Hm?” he responded, and pushed a stray strand of hair out of his face.

“Why are you pushing yourself so much?”

He focused on you, thinking, and then shrugged. “It's not that bad. I just want to get out of here, y’know? Everyone is working hard right now.”

“Yeah, but that doesn't mean you aren't allowed to be tired.”

“Just a little longer, Y/N. I'm already almost at the end. Of course I'm tired, but I can handle it. And you're working so hard too, with your crazy history project.”

“I'm… it's not… I'm not working half as hard as you.”

“Or you're just better at hiding it.”

You went quiet.

“Don't worry about me, Y/N. I can deal with my own feelings.”

Still, it didn't seem like the time or place to tell him the reason you couldn't stop worrying was because you literally couldn't think about anything but him on some days.

As you walked out of the coffee shop, you made him promise to stop hiding his feelings from you from now on. It wasn't the first time the two of you had had a similar conversation — you both sucked at communication, that much was obvious. He told you it had to be two ways, and you agreed.

Of course, you couldn't be clear about all your feelings.

The project itself, focusing on mainly women’s fashion in the 1800s, seemed pretty irrelevant to the job you were studying for. You wanted to be a fashion designer, not a costumer. However, corsets and dresses, and where they came from, was much more fascinating than you had expected. Not only the Jane Austen-esque attire, but also that worn by maids and lower classes. It all seemed so impractical and very uncomfortable — intriguing.

You found yourself forcing Asahi to watch many movies set in the 19th century with you, and it was clear whose budgets and research was adept, and whose wasn't. Yes, you had maybe exhausted yourself with research and notes, but there was always something new to learn and it never got old.

Asahi very obviously had a crush on Eleanor in Sense and Sensibility and you teased him endlessly.

He would always be always sewing, cutting, writing, and sketching during the movies. It was the agreement — he'd watch them with you as long as he was allowed to work simultaneously. You agreed, only because you were also taking notes.

He was a fantastic designer. You had seen some of his patterns and drawings in a few of his sketchbooks. They were unique, but somehow nostalgic. Comfortable but dashing. A mix of vintage and boho, but a little cozier. His designs fit him. You loved watching him express himself in his designs. He liked scarves and button-up shirts with collars and boots. He drew little patterns on his notes when his mind wandered, and they were beautiful.

Movie nights were happening less now. You were approaching your due date, which meant binging films didn't really count for “research purposes” anymore. Asahi spent a lot of time alone now, studying and working and drawing.

You had an appointment with a high-end antique shop. It was later than you would have preferred, since you would have to get it all together in very few days, but it was an opportunity you didn't want to bargain.

Asahi knew how excited you were about this, and you were pleased when you received a text wishing you luck from him. These days, even managing to get a text from him was a blessing.

When you arrived at the little shop, rustic wooden walls and creaky floors and bare lightbulbs on the ceiling, you thought you were hallucinating.

Of course his ex was here.

Of course she was.

She was talking to someone else — another customer — and pointing at a chair. A chair.

Kesa Joon was not a pointing-and-whispering kind of girl. She was adorable, with bright eyes and soft-looking lips and an undeniably cute turned-up nose. She had a way of coming off as shy at first, but once you got to know her you realized she was really passionate and charismatic. She wouldn't speak behind anyone's back — she was a people-pleaser, it was true, but she wasn't a bad person.

The image of Kesa pointing and talking quietly but animatedly about a chair was amusing to you. It suited her well. It was an antique chair, probably, just like everything else in the shop, but still, a smile spread across your lips

The image of a brokenhearted Asahi appeared in your mind and the smile drowned in confused indifference. You still loved Kesa as a friend, though you hadn't spoken to her in over a year. You couldn’t hate her, but you felt uncomfortable being around her now.

She nodded at the customer and her eyes fell on you.

“Hi! Are you here to see the dress? Oh… Y/N.”

“Hi, Kesa. It's been awhile.

Kesa gazed at you from beneath her lashes. “How are you?”

“I'm okay. Busy and stuff, but… how about you? I didn't expect you'd end up here after you left Uni.”

“I'm alright,” Kesa said, beckoning for you to follow her. “I didn't think I'd end up here either, but… it was really interesting. And they loved me because I like describing all the different lives that items have been through. Unfortunately, this is my first time seeing the infamous green dress, and I’m afraid my boss hasn’t given me its history yet.”

Kesa was a year older than Asahi and you. She took a lot of the same classes you were now taking. It was strange that she ended up working at an antique shop, but somehow it was fitting.

“So are you doing a project on the 19th century?” Kesa asked.

“Yep, I— how did you know?”

“Oh, the manager told me about you. He said he’s sorry he can't show it to you himself.”

“It’s okay.” You were waiting for her to ask about Asahi, but she didn't.

“Here it is,” she said.

She had led you down a hall, and opened a door to a room with a spread of headless mannequins and low-hanging lights. It would have been sort of ominous if it hadn't been for the bright lighting. The mannequin closest to the door wore a vibrant green dress.

“Don’t touch. Arsenic,” Kesa said. “I'll be back in ten or fifteen. I'd suggest taking a picture or at least sketching what it looks like.”

You thanked her and approached it, taking your notebook from your bag. The dress had puffy sleeves that slimmed at the shoulders, a neckline that made the shoulders look even more narrow, an impossibly tiny waist, and a puffy skirt. It was rather ugly, at least from a modern perspective, and also because it was over a hundred years old and was obviously not in as good condition as it had been one day. You couldn’t help but let your mind wander as you admired it, picturing the dances it had perhaps been worn to, parties, the woman herself that had worn it. Had she been kind? Spoiled? Flirty or shy?

You had already done some research about the arsenic used as clothing dye in that time period. The dress definitely had a specific color to you, like a mixture between clover green and venom. Everything about it said danger. You knew how different colours had been used as symbols, but that this color specifically was loved simply because of its exuberance.

You found it both comedic and horrific how people continued to use the dye even as there was plenty of evidence that it was entering people’s blood stream and making their skin break out in blisters and their hair fall out. It had taken over 50 years for any changes to be made to the requirements — back then, jobs weren’t very regulated, but at least by 1895 it finally became illegal to use arsenic as a dye.

You did your best to record the details of the dress on the paper, making sure you described the color just right. Kesa came back almost too soon.

“Are you satisfied? Do you want longer to look?”

“No, I’m okay. Thank you! Let Mr. Takemura know I appreciate him letting me see this.”

“He loves kids like you,” Kesa said sweetly. “A thirst for knowledge, just like him.”

I’m not really a kid, you thought. And I’m doing this for a project.

It was true that you found it all fascinating. But you wouldn’t be doing any of it if you weren’t in a class that demanded it. Right?

Kesa’s next question took you right out of your head.

“Hey, how’s Asahi, by the way?” Her voice shook slightly and she cleared her throat. 

Your mind blanked. How were you supposed to answer? ‘He cried for two months over you and I don’t know if he ever got over it.’ ‘He’s much better now that you’re gone.’ ‘He’s actually very stressed out because of our last year of university and all and he doesn’t know how to be honest about it.’

“He’s good,” you said. “Considering.”

“I see,” she said, and sniffed. “I miss him.”

‘Yeah, so why’d you break his heart?’ you thought.

“I think he misses you too,” you said.

The two of you stared at each other for a second.

“Yeah. Well… I hope he finds someone. Anyways, um.” She laughed uncomfortably. “Sorry. Thank you for coming. And hey, can I see your project when you’re done?”

“Oh! Sure, um…”

You exchanged numbers so that you could text her when it was ready. You hoped this wouldn’t be too big of a deal. Kesa was kind and smart. She could offer advice on your project before you handed it in. It wouldn’t be a big deal, as long as you didn’t tell Asahi.

Unfortunately, four days later when you were done and ready to hand it in that evening, you texted Kesa and realized she was a lot busier than you expected. The due date was drawing closer, so you ended up handing in the physical report. It would be too late for any feedback to help you further in the class, but you would still learn from anything she had to say about it.

You only did the report for the class. You didn’t care about it. You just wanted proof of an education on paper and to get out of here; you felt the same as Asahi. You had no “thirst for learning” or anything special. Of course you were interested in your classes and wanted to do your best, but only for your future.

You kept telling yourself this. You didn’t know why, but you didn’t want to admit to yourself that you found this class the most interesting of all. You wanted to be a fashion designer, not a fashion archivist. That would be useless. What would you gain from being a historian for the clothes industry?

You were feeling a little confused after you handed it in, because it felt like you had poured everything into the project and it wasn’t even worth too much. Yes, 10% of your mark, but…. still, you had spent three weeks collecting information and doing layout and tumbling down information rabbit holes.

And it was all about fashion from the 1800s.

Why? You hadn’t done this for any other assignment. Was it because you had gotten to watch all those movies? It didn’t seem like it.

Why were you so invested in this project? Suddenly, finding out your mark felt like an evaluation of your value of a person. You were afraid of a low mark after all you had done to put it together, but a high mark seemed like even more of a warning sign.

It was just a project.

You didn’t want to bother Asahi, but you were really feeling lost. You also didn’t want to open the same question to him, because you knew he had been working just as hard if not twice as hard as you on his project.

You called him, and he answered almost immediately. “Hey, Y/N. What’s going on?”

“I just… I need company right now. I’m feeling… weird.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Thanks, Asahi.”

You had intended to spend the night completely shut down after getting coffee with him, maybe just lost in thought or something. But Asahi asked you what was making you feel off, and you answered, and suddenly the two of you were asking deep questions well into the young hours of the morning. You had made as far as the common area in the dorms after coffee and stopped there, luckily finding it abandoned for the night.

“I know exactly what you mean… I’ve been stuck in my dorm doing schoolwork for so long, and… I never thought I’d say this, but I miss people. I miss you. It’s really lonely.”

“So you admit it? You’re tired.”

He squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose below his eyebrows. “I am exhausted.”

“And for what?” you said.

The two of you debated the point of this — you were especially passionate, since you knew Asahi had more than one useless professors that barely taught anything. If Asahi could just be lucky enough to accidentally drop his designs on the doorstep of a recruiting designer’s place with his contact information on the paper, then he’d be picked up immediately. But no, he had to spend years at this useless school, confined to specific studies and styles.

Asahi explained something you already knew. He said that if he had the time, he’d start his own attire design company.

Instead, he was here. Working his ass off, and he’d probably end up at some retail shop after. Because the world wasn’t all open doors as it had always been described in high school. You both already knew it would be work, scraping by with just enough money until the next paycheck.

“I wonder if it would be easier if we were married,” you said. It was three AM. Neither of you were mentally present enough to take it more seriously than what it was meant to be; a speculation.

“I mean, we’d share bills and stuff. Wouldn’t have to pay so much if we shared an apartment. Or maybe it’d be around the same. I’d never thought about it…”

“How much does it cost to get married?” You pulled out your phone, googling it. “Hey, under a hundred! We just have to hire a commissioner and stuff.”

“When are you free?” he said. Asahi still couldn’t say cheesy things like that without his ears reddening a bit. You laughed, kicking his leg.

“As soon as the semester is over. As soon as we get outta here.”

“But we probably won’t be going to the same place after all this.”

He sounded sad. “Don’t say stuff like that. I’ll be sure to end up close to you. You’re… the only person I’ve managed to hold on to for the last three years.”

Your mind flashed to Kesa. You had been friends with him before he started dating her. You watched how happy he was becoming with her, and how her leaving had hurt him.

As if you had conjured it, a text made your phone vibrate in your hand.

Kesa Joon

→→→ 3:39AM: Hi!! Sorry, I was out. I just saw that you texted me. It’s too late now, isn’t it? I’m actually visiting a friend at the Uni, but I can still come in the morning (at actually reasonable hours haha) if you want :P

You began to text her back. Asahi leaned to look over at your phone. “Who is—” 

“No one. It isn’t — it’s no one.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Ohh? Is it a guy?”

“No!” you said. A heat crept up your face at the possibility of Asahi being jealous. “It’s not, I swear. It’s just a girlfriend.”

“‘I can come in the morning’? Why’re you hiding it from me? You’re acting suspicious.”

“I’m not!”

“Do you want me to leave so that you can see him?”

Oops. Somehow you had unintentionally convinced Asahi you had a crush on someone he didn’t know was his ex-girlfriend.

“Yes. No, I don’t mean— I mean that — well, you probably wouldn’t like him, so…” You didn’t want them to see each other. Of course that might lead to Asahi getting sad again, but more because you were afraid they would get back together again.

That wouldn’t happen just from them seeing each other again, right?

←←← 3:41AM: I’m actually still awake so you can come if you want. Asahi and I are in the common area so I’ll just walk him to his dorm first, okay? Thanks for texting me back lol

“You’re going back to your room,” you said. He didn’t argue, standing.

Unfortunately, before either of you got far, you got another text.

Kesa Joon

→→→ 3:31AM: Cool! I’m coming from the stairwell :)

You froze, looking between Asahi and the stairway door eight metres away.

What were you supposed to do now?

AN: oOOOoh suspense ;)

TAGLIST: @h-grangerstudies @snoozless @daddyjackfrost​ [CLOSED]

NAVIGATION // FIC MASTERLIST + EXTENDED AN // PART 2

#azusonix #asahi x reader #asahi azumane #asahi #asahi angst #asahi fluff #asahi x you #haikyuu asahi #haikyuu #haikyuu series #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #asahi series #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #fashion college!au #jijskldf i am so in love with him #the way this made me brainrot LOL #the ending is soft as hell #the whole fic is actually #i put it into two parts because i have a short attention span #unless i'm writing but #when i'm reading ik how hard it is to focus #i feel so safe in this universe pls i might come back to it #also kesa is a queen 👑

[june-again]

SPOT-ON | two-parter teaser + masterlist!

COMPLETE!

Precis: You and Asahi are both overworked, your last semester of university coming to a close. And you still haven’t managed to convey your feelings to him. (ASAHI x GN!READER)

WARNINGS: none. the angst, if any, is minimal. 

♡ fashion college!au. a bit of angst, but mainly fluff. pining, friends to lovers ♡

WC: 6.3k

TAGLIST OPEN UNTIL BOTH FICS ARE POSTED! let me know if you want to be added ✨

PART ONE: A project leads you to encounter someone from the past.

PART TWO: Kesa and Asahi meet again, and you dread the consequences.

AN: Meant to be a oneshot, but I couldn’t let my inspiration go. I did some research on 19th century dresses and then got super excited about it and had to keep myself from doing 6 info dumps. Also- the story was working and I just had to write it (which I did, in two days). kaillei I’m sorry for ignoring you for two days LKAKL i just wanted to write this and also my brain was just . asahi azumane

pls I am so in love with Kesa I- she is the best girlfriend :( even though I want Asahi for myself lol :(

Fun facts about the writing process:

- I actually don’t like coffee at all I just think it has nice vibes LAKSLKDA i drank peppermint tea while writing. not coffee.

- I’ve never gone to a university. I am in high school. i made a lot of stuff up 🙈

- GREEN ARSENIC DRESSES: - https://www.racked.com/2017/3/17/14914840/green-dye-history-death

- Asahi was my first crush in haikyuu 😳 (other than sugawara ofc)

- I listened to this playlist on spotify by beepbopskeet to set the vibes during a lot of the story (and was NOT belting Africa, absoLUTELY not)

- I didn’t edit this story but I did go back and take out one sentence that included the phrase “chiseled jaw” and I don’t know whether I’m sad about it or not.

NAVIGATION 

#azusonix #azusonix ftw #asahi x reader #coffee shop!au #college!au #asahi azumane #asahi fluff #asahi angst #i just want to kiss him #and hug him #CAN YOU TELL MY LOVE LANGUAGE IS PHYSICAL TOUCH? #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #masterlist #fic teaser #elek's 152 #the fact that kesa belongs entirely to me as a character - #see this is why i want to write original stuff #i want to own my people ;w; #i could NOT decide when to post this #i'm glad i finished it before hand because now i have some requests i want to focus on #asahi x you

[june-again]

so likeeee what if i just drop a 12k fic lmao 💀

#elk's trash #it was fun #i enjoyed writing it #it may be my last #ever #we shall see uwu #azusonix

[june-again]

asahi

#elk's trash #azusonix #this has to be my 9th post with this exact content #sorry #i will leave

[june-again]

HI HELLO if you need me i will be writing an essay on asahi azumane

not even joking i think i just wrote three paragraphs of pure simping. LISTEN. LISTENNNNNN HE'S JUST-

#☆— me & myself. #azusonix #when i brainrot asahi #i BRAINROT asahi

[june-again]

FROM THIS POST BY @iwasumi SORRY FOR THE CAPS I JUST. THIS WAS FUN MNFNNDB

and yes I gave up on drawing in the second one it took too long and I am insecure about my art mm

NANSNHFHFJD MNNFBDBDBJD

I TOOK THIS SO SERIOUSLY LITERALLY

okay for self indulgent reasons I’m going to go hardcore and explain every choice i made on this sheet 😤 (warning - it’s long. very long. wow. i spent 2 hours on this 🧍‍♀️)

LENDING CLOTHING: HIS FASHION SENSE!?!?!? HIS FASHION SENSE?!?!?!?! HE DOES NOT HAVE CLOTHING ANYMORE IT’S ALL “OURS” NOW LIKE I JUST KNOW IT FITS MY (nonexistent) AESTHETIC AND?!?!?

LENDING CLOTHING: HIS FASHION SENSE!?!?!? HIS FASHION SENSE?!?!?!?! HE DOES NOT HAVE CLOTHING ANYMORE IT’S ALL “OURS” NOW LIKE I JUST KNOW IT FITS MY (nonexistent) AESTHETIC AND?!?!?

PET NAMES: nmmf i would probably call him “lovey” or “bear” or “ass” (yep) while I can see him... using pet names sometimes, but only when we’re not with people. because he knows he will get teased by literally everyone.

INTRO/EXTROVERT: i am none. i am all. but it’s easier to tell with him.. will shy away from crowds, can easily make conversation but it wears him out, but people (cough me) do energize him so

LOVE LANGUAGE: ik i am a writer but i actually never know how to say things other than “ily” but physical affection T_T but I think asahi is a bit more expressive with words, but only when alone. he shy but he big brain with words.

CONFESSION: yall already know he would not confess first. unless it was like. the perfect moment?? I’m a very honest person most of the time - if i feel it for sure i’ll say it. i might be scared to ruin our friendship but i can push it aside if he doesn’t feel the same. thank gosh he does UWU

BUGS: baby will only squish that bug for me. we both aren’t exactly scared of them we will just avoid it. i don’t usually yell unless there’s someone who can help me JADSJK

DRIVING: Okay, I don’t drive yet but I will be very soon. I know for a FACT that he is a very careful driver, making him therefore too slow for my taste. i will want to drive because i am a control freak mmm

FOOD: now hear me out. I can cook, but I’m a picky eater. So I will only make the 5 meals I like, and asahi will suffer if he doesn’t like ‘em. but HE can COOK. i just never let him cook bc i’m like that but when he does 🤤

PDA: mmmm okay I will want to always hold his hand (but my hands are nasty so i feel kinda bad for him rip) and i will not hesitate to give him kisses in front of ppl unless i know that it makes them uncomfortable. and if he tells me to stop i will. but i don’t want to. i just want to always be touching this man um

HELICOPTERING: i trust him to take care of himself... he just cares about me a lot .. so he will be extra worried n stuff guac i’m blushing

RELATIONSHIP EXPERIENCE: he had like. one s/o before me. it lasted two months. and it took him like a year to get over hahahah and I just never got anywhere with people lMAO anyways

romantic o-meter: i like romance. i don’t trust it but i will pull it out just for fun. poor guy. and he - okay, i’m not going to try to picture him being romantic because i’m already blushing a ton

awkwardness/shyness o-meter: nDNNDN i feel like he’s pretty awkward when you first get to know him, and definitely will never be smooth, but he does come out of his shell. and me - i cover up my awkwardness by just rolling with it bc i know i will never not be awkward my brain is actually soup half the time and acting socially acceptable is ✨difficult✨

jealous o-meter: i trust him, and he trusts me. we built it all off of trust. but damn i miss this man when he’s with other people and i can’t help it. so it’s not jealousy like i know he’s more invested in other people it’s just. i miss him easily sjdlfk

for eleknosuke:

SPOONING: him. me. now. make it happen. i- he’s more likely to attack me with physical affection (and i know that he sleeps with his arms around me mmm)

LENDING CLOTHING: i will wear his hoodies because i like oversized hoodies. he will wear my hoodies because i buy oversized hoodies. and he looks good in light blue dAMN

PET NAMES: TANAKA IS THE KING OF PET NAMES Y’ALL and i have a ton of shitty nicknames for him, “nyoo” “my boo” “baldy” “smoothbrain” “ ‘suke baby” (i literally. come up with these. in the middle of the day. i need help.)

INTRO/EXTROVERT: WE ARE SO CHAOTIC TOGETHER AND IT’S GREAT. we both c a n shut up but only for a few minutes before we’re both yelling excitedly (about? who could say)

LOVE LANGUAGE: i want him to hug and kiss me 🧍‍♀️ it is what it is

CONFESSION: j we lowkey confessed a lot before our “actual confession” but never knew if the other person was serious LMFAO

BUGS: i don’t like them. he doesn’t either but will do anything for me. i didn’t ask for him to be this perfect 🙄

DRIVING: nnnnno i’m a little scared of him driving sometimes but it can be very fun. also he is stunning when he drives, his side profile is just 😳

FOOD: he can’t cook but he can try, and does a lot. i put up with whatever he makes because i’m lazy and as long as it doesn’t have cabbage i’ll live j (his favourite food is bread, what could go wrong? bc same)

PDA: we are joined at the hip. and lips if possible.

HELICOPTERING: yeah no we’re pretty chill it’s just that. i love him a lot yk and you bet that i will be sure to say “i love you” before he goes literally anywhere in case he doesn’t come back oh that got sad okay uh

RELATIONSHIP EXPERIENCE: poor guy... definitely dated a few people before me... yes i am jealous of exes but 😝 he is so good at making sure i know i’m the one he loves MFjfdjKF

romantic o-meter: i am sorry but i cannot elaborate on this in fear of my own death

awkwardness/shyness o-meter: we’re the same. we can be chill but we can also be absolutely insane. so . the awkwardness exists in both of us, but it doesn’t show because we’re busy being annoying jgkl

jealous o-meter: okay yeah what i said about exes. i just. i am an insecure chile okay?? but then he is similar so is okay mmmm

I SPENT 2 HOURS OF MY LIFE DOING THIS AND I HAVE NO REGRETS MDMFKLSDFK @kailleiobrien​ you have to do this rn pls 🙏

ship template by @gibb_arts on twitter

#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #okay that was really fun #i wanted to talk excessively about something and i found this #i apologize if you clicked read more OTL #there is a lot um #self ships! do it #it's good for you (probably) #(totally not making unrealistic expectations for my future relationships 😍) #azusonix #eleknosuke #i should sleep. i should really... really... sleep #but . nah it's spring break #oops i never started that project #tomorrow's another day #elk's trash #also ew my art #i feel insecure about that #all of this actually but it's okay #mlsfkd #sndbfkskfjdkdj

[june-again]

im just doodling but i might ink it if i feel like it (pls don't trace or repost lol)

#elek's art #I'm not an artist pls #i just wanted to look at asahi #i always want to look at asahi #ummmmm #asahi #my anatomy sucks don't come for me #I've been working on it a lot #sooo could be worse #haikyuu fanart #asahi fanart #mm #azusonix #haikyuu spoilers #hq spoilers #nsnsssnnenen #his hand 💀

[june-again]

i'm at a really upsetting part in my asahi fic and i literally had to close my laptop and put my head in my hands because it's just so. sad. like. i. why did i think of this. i'm going to go insane. i am insane.

#i'm enjoying writing it #but #man this just #hurts #i still haven't decided how to end it #i had the beginning and middle all figured out but the end is gonna get figured out when i get there #i have a few ideas though #ow #he doesn't deserve this #elk's trash #azusonix

[june-again]

day ?? 4 ?? of asahi brainrot

#elk's trash #azusonix #i really #he #he very makes me feel comfortable yk

[june-again]

made by yours truly

#so i kinda disappeared #feeling AWFUL TODAY #so imma post a little doodle #bc why tf not #ill get to all your asks #later #🤨 #i can't even do a single biology question #NOTHING WORKS #BRAIN. :/ #elk's trash #azusonix

[june-again]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

#AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #ASAHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII #I JUST #GOT AN IDEA #WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO #I'M #AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #WOOOOOOOOOOOW #HE #elk's trash #azusonix

[june-again]

asahi

#i am. going through so many things right now but. #i just. i am still brainrotting asahi #i need to complain bye ill get my journal out #elk's trash #azusonix #asahi azumane

[june-again]

asahi brainrot? asahi brainrot

#azusonix #hi #i swear every time i open the darn assignment i write one sentence and then just #get distracted by barin #brian #BRAIN. #the struggle #aight #okokokok i get it done and then i #then i write something #maybe #elk's trash

[june-again]

— my haikyuu self ships

eleknosuke: tanaka x me -> “Let me show you how much I love you.” -Run To ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ comments: HE. HIM.

azusonix: asahi x me ->  “Look at me, Y/N.” -Impossible ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ comments: asahi>>>>

elkuroo: kuroo x me-> “I’ve always been yours.” -Escaping This Place ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ comments: it’s fate though 😌

elkawa: oikawa x me -> “I'm happy to see you." -Over ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ comments: oikawa angst is PAIN

sugasonix: sugawara x me -> "Nothing's sweeter than you." -Sweet, Hypocrite ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ comments: how is he so perfect though

elekeiji: akaashi x me -> "Can’t we face it together?” -When It's Dark ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ comments: .......i would let him read my poetry.

satorinixi: tendou x me -> "I ever tell you that chocolate is my favourite taste?” -Mirror ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ comments: .......KISS ME RN U WEIRDO

elekzumi: iwaizumi x me -> "I wouldn't have waited so long." -Twelve Minutes in Hell ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ comments: .......screams this man is hdkalfhdsldfs

— my genshin self ships

zhonglixi: zhongli x me -> N/A

kazusonix: kazuha x me -> N/A

discontinued

#elk's trash #elk's nav #eleknosuke #azusonix #elkuroo #elkawa #sugasonix #elekeiji #to be added: #elekzumi #satorinixi #(and i need a ship name for kageyama FHDSL)