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akakeiiji · 4 years

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Hello! Can I request for a scenario with Akaashi (my bb) please, an angst that ends with a fluff! Where he and his s/o gets into a heated argument (what leads to the argument is up to you) and he says very hurtful stuff :-( and she leaves or something?

Taking a break from the event to write some good ol’ angst because most of the drabbles I’ve been writing are fluff so I need me some pain 😌✋I hope you like this 💕

-`,✎ Getting into an argument with Akaashi

Akaashi has always taken pride in his ability to stay calm when no one else could, his ability to stay decisive, and collected when anyone else would have snapped or panicked. He was able to avoid unnecessary, bothersome arguments and situations. Stay away from unneeded conflict and drama.

But he was only human. There were times when he couldn't keep this up, times when he couldn't help but let his emotions get the best of him.

Unfortunately for the both of you, this was one of those times.

He knew he crossed the line the moment those words left his lips, sharp and scathing. He knew you better than anyone else which in turn meant he knew what made you tick, he knew what words would hurt you most and he just had to be the idiot that said them to you.

Your expression went lax for a moment as you took in what he just said, one of pure shock, unable to believe the words he just yelled. In a split second, it morphed into one of anger and unprecedented pain. He could see just how much he hurt you from that expression alone. You didn’t have to say anything at all, he already knew how much he fucked up.

Who knew a few simple sentences could cause so much heartache.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry—I didn’t mean it, I was—”

“No, Akaashi, don’t come near me.” He winces at the sound of his last name, freezing midstep. Looks like Keiji was gone now too. “You meant exactly what you said.”

You grabbed your bag and jacket in record speed, ignoring Akaashi’s pleads and strings of apologies, shoving his hands away when he tried to grab ahold of your elbow.

“Stop it! I can’t even look at you right now.” You spat out, looking away from Akaashi. His heart sank when he saw the tears flowing down your cheeks, the way your shoulders shook as you fruitlessly tried to wipe them away. “Just leave me alone.”

You pull away from his now lax hands and run out the door, leaving the apartment empty and silent with a loud slam.

Akaashi stands there for a few seconds staring at the front door in silence, barely being able to process what had just happened.

Regret washes over him like a great tsunami ravaging a city in an instant. His hands fly up to his face as he groans in frustration. How could he be so stupid? How could he have hurt you like that?

He couldn’t even remember what you were fighting about; looking back, it was probably something ridiculously insignificant and pointless but he just had to escalate things like this, taking out his pent up stress on you of all people.

His mind goes back to your pained expression, to your tears and another wave of guilt and remorse hits him. He needed to find you, he needed to apologize, to make it up to you.

He grabs his coat and phone, dialing your number quickly as he runs out of your shared apartment. You didn’t answer his calls, which was only expected but he had to try. He left a fervent voicemail though, in hopes that you’d listen to that at least.

He was close to tears as he scoured every store and cafe open nearby, practically pulling his hair out. It was late, shops were closing soon and he had no idea where you were; Akaashi was losing his mind with worry and guilt.

He takes out his phone to call you again for the nth time when he spots a familiar head of hair outside an ice cream shop.

Akaashi almost bursts into tears from relief but as he comes closer and closer to you, his feeling of shame and remorse only heightened. His hands were about to cramp from how much he was fiddling with them nervously by the time he was in front of you.

You had stopped crying at least, though your eyes were red and puffy, and you were still sniffing. You were practically shivering, your thin jacket—the closest thing you could grab—doing nothing to shield you from the brisk Tokyo air yet you were still holding an ice cream cone, eating it silently as you glared at your boyfriend.

“What do you want?” You grumbled, Akaashi winced at the sharpness of your voice. But he pushed on and took a seat beside you on the bench despite your cold stare. “I don’t want to see you right now.”

Akaashi ignores you as he slips off his coat and throws it over your shoulders. “You’ll die from hypothermia if you keep eating ice cream in this weather.”

You huff, not even bothering to look at him anymore as you continue on enjoying your ice cream, but you don’t push off his coat which was a good sign—he hopes.

“(Y/N), love, I’m sorry, I truly am.” Akaashi started, staring down guiltily at his fiddling fingers. “I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you—actually I shouldn’t have been angry in the first place, I was being an idiot, you were only trying to help.”

“I never should have said those things to you, you know I never want to hurt you and I feel absolutely horrible that I did.” He sighs, rubbing his eyes. You bite the inside of your cheeks, fighting the urge to turn to him.

“I was just stressed at work—not that I’m trying to justify what I did!” He adds quickly, you couldn’t help but let out a small smile at this, though he didn’t notice this, “Again, I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I didn’t mean any of what I said, I promise.”

“Basically, what I’m saying is I’m sorry, I’m an idiot, I’ll do anything to make it—” His words were cut off when you started ruffling his hair playfully.

“Stop, I think you’re about to cry right now, Keiji.” You say, a familiar smile gracing your lips. “It’s okay, love. I forgive you and I’m sorry too.”

You grab his hands, which were now cold from the winter air and pull him up from his seat. “Now let’s go home, I’m freezing my butt off.”

Akaashi lets out a rare smile, one of mixed relief and joy as he lets himself get pulled away by you. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to be with someone like you.

“No more fighting okay? I thought we were above such pettiness.” You declare, wrapping your free arm around his own as you walked back to your apartment complex. Akaashi chuckles and takes a bite out of your ice cream, making you gasp in indignation. “Agreed.”

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joyaphoria · 3 years

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the five chances you give him (5)

pairing: suna x f!reader

note: this is the last chapter! i hope you all enjoyed :)

summary: suna knew that he was doing something wrong, but he refused to acknowledge it. therefore, you slowly dropped five major hints for him, hoping that he would notice them and take action to fix your broken relationship. suna really did notice them, he just didn’t figure out in time that you were actually going to leave.

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part five: rin became rintaro; then it became suna

"oh baby... nobody said that it was going to be easy." mei cooed, her voice softer than usual. she repeatedly kissed the top of your head as you cried into her lap.

"i k-know but.." you spoke through your sobs, snot along your sleeves. "i-i really hoped t-that he would ch-change.."

it's been just over two months since you've started changing your behaviour around rin, but he didn't seem to react to it—no, he may have changed, but only a bit. it wasn't enough.

you knew that this was unavoidable, and that it had to be done. the longer it takes for you to get this over with, the longer it will take for you to get over it.

so when mei sent you home that night, she reassured you that it will all be worth it in the end, and that you will find someone better.

but the fact that he was waiting for you at the same table that you used to wait at, every single night, didn't help at all.

"where were you?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

you stood there for a second with your shoes still on, and folded over with laughter.

his heart flutters. whens the last time you laughed in front of him?

"sorry," you sniffled through the laughter, the aftermath from crying earlier doing you no justice. "it's just that i used to sit in that same chair, waiting for you to come home, you know?"

hesitating for a moment, he decided on getting up and walking over to you, although he didn't know what to do.

"y/n." he's looking down at you now, resisting the urge to reach out and take hold of your hands.

"rintarou."

now that caught both of you off guard.

it slipped out without a second thought on your end, and you were visibly shocked.

as was suna, except he was more afraid than anything else. he knew what this meant—he was no longer rin to you, but rintarou.

he should be grateful though, because he knew what eventually might come next. he knew that it wouldn't be rintarou for long, and that as soon as it changes, it would be over; everything would be over.

"were you crying?" he whispers, reaching out to wipe at your tear stained cheeks. except you wouldn't let him, grabbing his wrist in time. God—mei would be so proud; as would that kind lady from the cafe.

"why should you care?" you spat, letting go of his wrist to remove your shoes.

"because im your boyfriend." he said, although you didn't miss the quiver in his voice from that last word, as if he wasn't so sure anymore.

you move past him and head straight for the bathroom; but suna didn't miss it. he heard what you mumbled on your way out—and it had him slumped against the wall (when you were out of sight, that is)

his fists are clenched and his heart is beating a little too fast, but he can't get his mind off of what you said.

"yea, well not for long"

five words, and yet they seemed to foreshadow his future.

there were two possible reasons that you could be waking him up at 10 in the morning.

you were either waking him up to tell him that it was over, and that you were leaving, or that it was over, and that he had to leave.

turns out there was a third reason.

"do you have practice today?" you asked, your voice a whisper.

"yeah.. why?" he got up into a sitting position, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. its been a while since you last entered this room, moving all your things to the guest room.

"oh. nevermind." you make a gesture to leave but he panics and grabs your arm. this could be an opportunity, and he wasn't about to lose it.

"i could um.. take the day off." he nods his head.

"are you sure?" when he nods his head yet again, your features soften.

"okay, well get dressed. i feel like going to a theme park."

you leave the room before he has a chance to answer, but he complies anyways.

his mind wanders to the picture that he broke in the heat of the moment awhile back—the one where you were both smiling at an amusement park, kids laughing in the bakground.

"let's go on that one!" you exclaim, pointing at the rollercoaster.

a soft grin takes over your face—and while it may not be your typical energetic one, at least it was still there.

now, suna wasn't a big fan of rollercoasters. he prefered to have you go on them, while he took the photos, but today's been the first time in a while that he's actually seen you happy, and he wanted to keep it that way.

you've been here all day, and it was already pretty dark, so they might be closing soon anyways.

when the cart had finally come back around, you and rin got on, with a guy slipping in on your side.

"you guys here together?" he asked, looking over you to make eye contact with suna.

you nodded, and he chuckled.

"im here with my girlfriend, but she doesn't like roller coasters as much as i do."

now you and him are making small talk, and suna is resisting the urge to tell the guy to shut up, and to go back to his own girlfriend.

when the ride finally starts, he feels relieved, even slipping his hand into your own.

your hand tenses, and he looks up to find a look of guilt soaked into your features.

he quickly unravels his hand from yours, settling it into his lap and looking away. he got too carried away to remember that a day of rides and fun wasnt enough to fix his mistakes.

as the ride starts climbing upwards, fear pumps through his veins.

he shuts his eyes, dreading the fall.

when it finally came, he opened his eyes and hugged himself to keep from screaming.

he looks over to you, and his heart does that thing again—it flutters.

with your hands in the air, your screams adorning his ears, he fell in love. all over again.

the moonlight caressed your pretty features as your eyes shut in pure bliss, and suna found tears falling out of his own.

the tears fell but he didn't sob—not once. you didn't look his way either—not once.

instead he looked away, quickly wiping the tears before someone could catch him. he missed this; he missed you.

when you two got off the ride later, he wonders if you would ever go to another theme park with him.

when you decide to leave, suna finds an employee walking around the park with a polaroid camera.

he asks him to take a picture of you, and places it in his wallet. he can't break it this time.

suna misses the look of guilt that slips past your face, as if it were never there.

when the car pulls into the parking lot, and you both get out, suna realizes that you weren't walking beside him.

he panics and turns around, where he finds you smiling. tears in your eyes.

"thank you for today, suna."

he freezes. he can't move anymore. he can't think.

"don't be silly. let's go inside." he's walking again, but when he doesn't hear a second set of footsteps, the tears wash over him.

"why aren't you coming?" his voice cracks as the tears stream down his face.

"i'm going to mei's. it's-it's over." you smile, wiping continuously at your eyes.

"y/n please, we can talk about this." he's running over to you, taking hold of your shoulders as he bends down to make eye contact. "we're fixable, okay? i promise we are." he doesn't make move to wipe away the tears that are falling.

you wipe away his tears, pulling him into a hug. "i'm so sorry."

he wraps his arms around you and holds you tight, afraid of having you slip out of his grasp. "please, don't leave me. i'll do anything, just give me another chance. i need you."

you wriggle out of his arms, and his fists clench at his sides.

"i gave you chances. i gave you too many. i have to go."

you're running now, and he can't decide if he should run after you or not. has he not caused you enough pain?

instead, he falls to his knees and cries.

that was it. he lost you—he lost everything.

the polaroid picture was burning a hole through his wallet.

when he finally musters up the courage to check the guest room a few days later, he sees all your things packed up in boxes.

you had it all planned out, didn't you?

when mei comes later that day to pick up your things, she finds suna curled into a ball on the guest room floor.

"suna. wake up."

his eyes open slowly, and she finds them red, his eyebags puffy and cheeks tear-stained.

"is y/n gonna come back?" he asks, his voice nothing more than a whisper.

mei shakes her head, and suna cries again.

she looks away, thanking the heavens that she wasn't in a relationship. she couldn't help but pity him as she collected her best friend's things, suna's sobs as a sort of background noise.

she couldn't be surprised—the lost of your entire world was enough to make any grown man cry.

heartbreak isn’t easy, but suna’s heart hurts without you. where he sleeps, where he bathes, it all reeks of your touch.

you’re everywhere here, all memories playing back to him like a movie. he’s reminded of you, and recovering addicts don’t test themselves; they dont stay around said addiction to see if they can restrain themselves.

and so suna moves out, running from the place that you’ve drenched in your presence.

he leaves the polaroid picture on the table.

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