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kiyoobi · 1 year

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treating keiji on his birthday

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It started with him insisting on exploring your body and appreciating every curve and sharp plane you have. He took his time tracing his fingers down your skin, admiring the way your skin soaked in the moonlight. That night he spent all his time on you, demonstrating the way he understood your body. Your throat was raw, thick with tears as he made you cum over and over. Your voice was cracked as you moaned out praises, praises that made him impossibly harder and desperate to hear more. His gentle hands, the way they slipped off your old underwear, the way they gingerly removed your hands from blocking his view of your glistening cunt, every movement showed his love. His soft kisses that assured you he didn’t care you didn’t have time to shave. Keiji gave you everything.

And yet you see the way he nitpicks at himself. Keiji never speaks on it, but you see the way he makes himself smaller under the eyes of others. The way he stares at his hands, the wrinkle between his eyebrows that forms as he mentally criticizes his cracked skin, the callouses from years of editing, the swollen knuckles forever tinted pink from moments he wishes he didn’t have. You see the way he comes up behind you in the mirror, his eyes and words full of love and adoration that only dissipates when he glances at himself.

You didn’t force him to be in front of a mirror, not wanting to push himself too far out of his comfort zone. Instead you covered the mirror with a towel and stood in front of him, gently removing his sweatshirt. He’s left shirtless and you see the way his arms twitch, wanting to cover his body even though there’s no fault in sight. His chest flushes red when you slowly kiss down his torso, soft and gentle like he always is with you. Keiji mutters softly, something about you still being dressed but you let his words fall out from his swollen lips onto stubborn ears. His breath hitches when you get to his waistband, anticipating your lovely mouth on his hardening cock.

Keiji glances down at you confused when you turn him around, his face growing hotter when he feels your lips on the small of his back. He lets out a small gasp when your teeth graze his skin and he feels you leaving marks, never realizing how sensitive he is there.

“I love seeing your back,” Your voice is soft. “Even when you’re fully dressed, I love seeing it. It reminds me of how strong you are, how much you’re willing to be there for me and it makes me want to be better.” You don’t see the way his eyes flutter shut, already feeling overwhelmed by your touches and now your words.

“I especially don’t mind this,” You giggle and playfully squeeze his ass. Keiji lets out a quick, surprised laugh, he’s embarrassed and yet he can’t help but roll his eyes at you. His breath hitches when you reach around and cup him, ripping a low moan from him.

“Please touch me,” his voice breaks at your name and you move your hand away from him. Your lips trailing up his back and between his shoulder blades, sending chills down his spine.

“I am, Keiji.” Your voice teases him. “You spend so much time loving me, telling me how beautiful I am inside and out. I can never fully repay you with how much you love me, but I want to try every day showing you the same.”

Before he can respond, you gently nudge over him to your shared bed. His back hits the soft mattress, skin tingling where you’ve left your bites. Keiji looks up at you as you straddle him, eyes glistening in the moonlight wondering what he did to ever deserve someone like you. No one has ever taken the time to see him, to understand his insecurities, always brushing them off. Until you.

You. You. You.

It’s all he can think of when it’s your lips easily finding his most sensitive spots, muffled words of how much you love each part of him.

His throat that holds his lovely voice, the very one that sings softly in the shower and holds the laugh you fell in love with.

His cheeks that blush so easily, always giving away what he’s feeling even though he tries so hard to not get so flustered around you.

His thoughts turn fuzzy when you start to suck on his tongue, your hands lightly pinching his nipples. When you pull away with lips glistening, he vaguely hears how much you love the way he speaks.

You. You. He loves you.

His soft noises grow louder when your hot tongue is on his skin again, brushing against his sensitive nipples while he whimpers at your teasing bites.

Keiji is panting by the time you reach his hips again, his belly quaking under your hot touch. You look up at him with a sweet smile when he gives out a desperate whine, eyes cutting so deep into him he wants to look away and yet…He’s drawn to the way your knuckles drag down his skin, your hands pulling down his sweats freeing his aching cock.

“No underwear?” Your voice is light, teasing. “I thought you were a good boy, I didn’t know you were so dirty.”

“N-no, I’m your good boy, please.” His voice strains as your fingers brush past his cock and grab his hand instead.

“You are, you are, Keiji.” You reassure him with a kiss against his knuckles, “See these?” Your question pulls his eyes to your intertwined fingers. “They create, they hold, they’re attached to you. I love your hands, Keiji, and those flaws you hate are what I love them so much for.” Keiji’s plump lips murmur your name, his words trail off and muffle when you slip his fingers into your mouth, his cock twitching at the way you hold his gaze.

You pop off his fingers, “Your hands ground me, they make me come undone, they tease me. I love your hands. I love you.” You move over him again, your nipples peeking through his old shirt catches his attention only briefly until you lead his soaked fingers under your shorts.

He chokes on another moan when you slip his fingers between your thighs, fingers that instinctively move to collect your slick and rub circles against your clit. Somehow you manage to kick off your shorts and underwear, all while leaning in to whisper declarations of love into his ear.

“I can’t change how you see yourself in one night, Keiji. But dammit I’ll spend every minute convincing you how beautiful you are to me.” You take his hand from between your thighs and pin it down by his head, words straining as you rub his cock between your wet folds.

“Keiji,” you moan when you start to sink down into his cock. “My sweet boy, my baby. I love you so much.”

He answers back with your name in a gasp, head falling back against the pillows when he feels how tight and wet you are for him. He knows you haven’t prepped, he must be stretching you out too much right now, but you’re still so wet for him. Is it all because of him? All from just you exploring his body?

“Keiji, please. Be my good boy and let me hear how good you feel,” You don’t give yourself much time to adjust to his length when you start to rock your hips against his.

His moans rise in the bedroom, intertwining with the sounds of your bodies against the other. His cock stretches you out and fills you so deliciously, not even you can hold back any longer. Praises tumble out from you now, praises that shoot into his heart and you can feel his cock throbbing inside you. Your teeth are against the pulse point in his neck again, and he moans grow raspier feeling your soothing tongue on his broken skin. Keiji’s hands grip the fat on your hips, fingertips digging tighter when you clench your pussy around him.

Your hands tug at his hair with each roll of his hips against yours, his breathy moans growing impossibly louder.

“I’m- fuck, baby I’m gonna-” His hand is shaky when he moves his fingers between your thighs again, desperately rubbing your swollen clit to get you to fall faster over the edge. His sweet noises make your pussy clench tighter, both of you aren’t going to last long and yet you both want to stay like this forever.

“Cum for me, Keiji. Be good and cum inside me,” You wish you didn’t sound like you were begging, but you can’t hold back much longer. His cock never fails to brush against your g-spot, and even when tonight is focused on him, somehow Keiji still manages to roll his hips in the way that makes your mind go blank and eyes roll back.

Keiji’s nose brushes against yours, lips desperate to find yours when he feels his balls tightening. Whines and moans are muffled and hum against your tongues when you both tumble over the edge, your pussy clamping down to milk him for all that he’s got. The kiss breaks between both of you gasping for air, clammy hands reaching towards the other to hold you both closer. His eyes flutter open and find yours, words unsaid are held in your guys’ gaze. Keiji’s cheeks are dusted pink, brightening when he feels his cum dripping out from you onto his thighs.

Your hips jut forward to ride out your orgasm and your heart flutters at his small whines, his cock so sensitive already. You’re nowhere near done with him tonight.

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a/n: another oldie but a goodie! happy birthday keiji!!

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gongliyart · 1 year

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#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#ハイキュー #akaashi keiji #bokuto koutarou #happy birthday akaashi #the original one is in chinese sorry for the confusion #bokuaka #platonic or romantic whatever you choose

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chaoticallyfragmentary · 1 year

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Akaashi Keiji x reader

Happy birthday Akaashi!! Well, I’ve always had a soft spot for boys who read... so here goes.

Contains Keiji madly in love with you and obviously, making out. As usual, do not read if that’s not your thing.

Falling in love with Akaashi is falling in love with ink stains and smudged words, with the knowing looks and long silences. Falling for him would be falling in love with saturated sunrises and slowed songs, with the fond smiles and gentle touches. It is falling for the beautiful and the damned, the messy scribbles held captive between the pages of old books, the faded covers, scribbled annotations and the broken in spines. It is loitering around in unknown book shops, empty coffee cups on top of book piles, the delicious breath of rain in the air, the comforting silence of a library. It is falling in love with the way the sunlight twists over his skin and the small smile gracing his lips.

He stands with his chest nearly touching your back, arms bracketing yours as slips his hands around your waist, soft laughter chasing the hum of his breath as he pulls you into him, kissing the side of your neck that has you melting into him. You turn around to face him, a smile pulling at the corners of your lips. “Keiji?” your voice is soft, barely overreaching the steady pitter patter of the rain. His name never sounded like that from anybody else, so rich and drenched with promise. He merely grips you tighter, face still buried in the crook of your neck. “Say my name again” he pleads, so that he could memorize the sweet lilt in your voice that accompanied the sound of his name. “Keiji” you breathe, a tiny hum and that had been his undoing. A spiraling loss of control as he spoke of desire with his eyes, pleasure with his hands. A hand threads into the curls at the base of your neck, tongue and teeth dragging a devastating trail across your skin. He groans, the sound smothered by your mouth as your nails rake against the back of his neck, messing his hair. He flexed a possessive hand at your waist, “jump, princess” he says, with gravel in his tone, lifting you up, tugging you impossibly closer, eliminating every last inch of space as he carried you inside. Setting you on his work desk, his hand finds its way back to the base of your neck. He couldn’t breathe, lungs desperate for air as every other instinct told him he could go without, that his only saving grace ought to be the sounds he could draw from your throat. You breathed a tiny whimper against his mouth as desire crashes through sinew and bone and every fibre of your being, lighting you on fire. He delves deeper, harder and more frantic narrowing your whole focus to the idea of more. More of his teeth nipping at your bottom lip, more of his almost silent, reverent noises he made between breaths as he consumed you. He broke, a gasp of air and the words “love you” tumbling out of his mouth as he follows the syllables with his lips back to yours, dipping to your jaw, your throat as he finally dragged his teeth and tongue against the soft skin there. He nibbled and sucked and fuck it if you could do anything else but tip your head back, offering him all of you.

#akaashi keiji #akaashi fluff #akaashi drabble #akaashi x reader #happy birthday akaashi #haikyuu #haikyuu drabbles #hq fluff #hq akaashi #haikyuu imagines

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

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Happy Birthday to this Sagittarius king 🥰♐️

#happy birthday akaashi #akaashi keiji

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pearl-blue-musings · 1 year

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Also happy birthday to my hard working manga editor Akaashi Keiji 💜💜

#akaashi my love #elle x akaashi #happy birthday akaashi

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vampkaashis-wife · 1 year

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early bday doodle for the loml

#akaashi keiji art #happy birthday akaashi #my fave 27yo overworked editor

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hinata-boke · 7 months

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tiny birthday boy doodle!!

#my art #haikyuu #bokuto #akaashi #bokuaka #doodle #i wasnt originally gonna draw a lot of birthday stuff bc theres too many characters id want to draw them of #but i needed to draw something for bokkun #didnt have time to draw something cool and epic so little squishy it is #also have been having some sort of mental adjustment period as my schedule's changed a lot so #that explains the absence of art #(1hqaday im so sorry)#anyways happy birthday bokuto #obligatory akaashi bc i didnt have energy to draw a lot of characters but i didnt want him to be lonely #if i could i would have drawn fukurodani and his other besties so hes surrounded by people on his birthday #just imagine theyre behind the camera

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luvring · 4 months

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I LOVE YOU (NOT IN A CLICHÉ WAY)

akaashi x gn!reader | a love letter from him to you! i forgot i wrote this for myself as a supposed birthday surprise so. i guess that worked out for me

the thing about clichés is that at some point, you stop feeling anything at the sight of them.

yearning, infatuation, love so tender and whole that it wrapped around someone completely and sunk deep, deep, deep into their skin and bones, into their veins where they felt it was the same as the oxygen already flowing through—i need you like i need air to breathe.

the same idea repeated over and over until the point of akaashi’s current existence—where he sits, favourite blue gel pen in hand, with at least seven crumpled pieces of paper in the bin next to his desk and the light of his lamp more of a headache than anything—until it no longer feels like enough for whatever he feels for you.

he curses every film and novel for making oxygen too little, too mundane of a comparison for how fundamental you are to his existence.

five hours. five hours he’s been sitting here, reading poetry and writing drafts and bullet points of what he wanted to say, utterly failing at writing a single coherent paragraph. but he couldn’t afford to fail, not this time. this birthday was more important than any other before—it was the first of your birthdays together as a couple.

definitely not the first together, period. keiji thinks if he didn’t meet you when he was thirteen, he’d have turned out to be someone completely different.

and after so many years, everything about you came naturally to him. it was to the point that other friends and acquaintances had come up to him before with questions about gifts for you. you already had a mug with that design, you weren’t a fan of the shirt’s texture, and you could be picky about art of that character, but he could send some of your favourite artists for reference. the person who knew you best, second to no one but you, was akaashi keiji.

he has been since you were fifteen years old.

so the fact that he’s sat here for hours, failing, is a blemish on his record.

he refuses to call it a phenomenon because that word makes it seem so grand, when in reality his situation makes him so incredibly frustrated it was more of a curse. it was an ugly, annoying, unbelievable stain on his identity and soul because for fuck’s sake, shouldn’t it be easier now as your boyfriend?

not only does he know your different laughs and the way your lips wobble while you try to hide it, now he knows how it feels when you try to stifle the noise in the crook of his neck, a smile pressed against his skin. he knows the feeling of your fingers intertwined between his while walking through the farmer’s market, and raking through his hair after he’s showered while it’s soft and fluffy the way you adore. he knows the taste of your favourite lip balm against his lips, what it sounds like when you hum or giggle as you’re pressed against his body and your arms are wrapped around his neck. he could pick you out in a line up of people blindfolded if asked, just by the way you hugged him.

it should be easier for him than anyone else, because you weren’t just his oxygen—you were part of him.

but even that was another cliché.

keiji lets his head hit the desk, hands coming up to pull at the roots of his hair while a loud groan escapes his lips.

“should i learn how to bake?” he mutters to himself before grimacing. “watch me bake a cake and give the love of my life food poisoning. incredible plan. what the hell is in a cake? what would i even put on it? awful cursive lettering?”

no one talked about the pressure that came with the first birthday in a relationship. why is this not a more pressing specific situation for newly dating people? why did no one tell him he’d feel like a heavy rock rested on his chest at the thought of disappointing you not only as a friend but as a boyfriend. he thinks he could die.

he can’t, won’t, die, but you’ll get home from your friend’s place in only a couple of hours and he’s running out of time (not really. he’s doing this a week early, but he set a schedule for himself and it’s the principle of the thing.)

“fuck it,” he murmurs. “whatever, whatever. let what happens happen, and if it’s bad i’ll just…internally die.”

resolute, keiji puts his pen to the page and starts writing before the ink can bleed.

hi.

i’ve written drafts of this too many times already. maybe i shouldn’t tell you that so it seems like i’m a natural romantic, but it probably doesn’t surprise you that i’ve crumpled up a lot of paper in the last couple of hours because i tried avoiding being too cliché. but if i’m being honest i love you so much it feels like a cliché in and of itself. so i guess i’ll just lean into it and write whatever comes to mind.

i love you. i love you. i love you. i love you.

i love waking up to you every morning. i love cooking breakfast with you. i love wearing the “kiss the chef” apron kuroo gave us so i have an excuse to ask for a kiss on the cheek, even though i know you’d kiss me without it.

i love listening to you talk about your day and seeing the photos you took with friends. i love when you send me pictures while you’re out and ask what i think about your outfit. sorry i’m bad at knowing what to say, i’m really not lying when i say i think you always look nice. i know that isn’t super helpful when you’re being indecisive, but i hope i’ve gotten better over the years? i feel like i have but if you want to disagree i guess i’ll accept since it’s your birthday.

i love when you ask if i want to go out somewhere with you. i love sending you places and things i think you’ll enjoy. i love seeing how excited you get and i love surprising you with them a few weeks later. i love seeing our gifts for each other and souvenirs around the apartment every day i come home.

i love taking care of you, even when you think i shouldn’t, when you think you’re a burden for me. i’ll do the chores when you’re tired. i’ll get in the bath with you and wash and dry you, no matter how long it takes. i’ll dress you if you ask me to, let you steal my bracelets and slippers when you want them. i’ll make sure the bed is cold but the blanket is warm so you can cuddle beside me. i love being the person you come home to, and i hope i make it worthwhile every time.

you’ve always been there to remind me you love me, even when i think you shouldn’t, that it’s impossible that you do. so i hope you know i feel the same way about you, that i’ll love you despite what your head might say, and even if the world would end because of it.

i love being with you. even after a decade together, i only love you more and more.

and i do need you like oxygen. i need you like plants need the sun. you’re my favourite person, you’re my safe place, you’re my home. you’re my better half and your own person that just happens to fit with me. you’re my soulmate and also someone i was just lucky enough to meet. you fit every possible cliché and trope i can think of. every single one is true, which makes me think maybe you’re the kind of person old poets and writers were inspired by. they’re not around though, so i hope i can be enough.

happy birthday :) i’d say i hope we only get to spend more together, but at this point you couldn’t get rid of me even if you tried. (please don’t try though i’ll cry.) so instead, i hope every birthday is as warm and bright as you. i hope you remember i’m here with you, and always will be. every midnight you get a little older, all the way until the end. as cliché as all of this might sound, i love you forever,

keiji writes your name especially careful, making sure it sits perfectly on the line and each pen stroke is clean. then he draws a little heart beside you before signing off with his own name, and letting out a deep breath. his fingers tremble a little when he finally puts the pen down.

there’s blue ink on his hand, and he thinks there might be some on his temple from forgetting to unclick his pen. but it’s a problem for nightly routine keiji to wash off, not him now.

the letter would sit in a gift bag for another week, but then it would be in your hands. it wasn’t proofread—he could have spelt his own name wrong at the end and no one would know until then. but he can’t bring himself to reread it this time. maybe because he’s tired or doesn’t want to feel cheesy, maybe so it feels more romantic, more raw. maybe because at the end of the day, whether you loved the letter so much you framed it on your bedroom wall, or you accidentally spilled water and rendered every word illegible, he’d have you anyway. and you’d have him.

and he’d just write another one, once again filled with clichés and an embarrassing amount of i love you’s, as long as you’d let him.

pleak pretend this letter really is for u. it's half of this post come onnn it's for u now. happy birthday! i love u i love u i love u i love u (4 so it isn't a cliche) mwah

#haikyuu x reader #akaashi x reader #haikyuu fluff #akaashi fluff #haikyuu x gn!reader #i really did forget i had this. i wrote it like. 2 months ago #i was supposed to post it then too but i thought it was too boring and cheesy which is kind of ironic isnt it.#happy birthday from me/akaashi 2 u. read this on ur birthday. pleak

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queenkeiji · 1 year

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happy birthday, akaashi. hope you’re happy with the gifts!!! 🦉

#赤葦京治誕生祭2022 #赤葦京治生誕祭2022 #haikyuu #haikyuu fanart #haikyuu!!#hq #hq fanart #queenkeiji #ハイキュー #ハイキュー!!#akaashi #akaashi keiji #hq akaashi #bokuaka #bokuto #bokuto koutaro #hq bokuto #happy akaashi day #happy birthday akaashi my love

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skaerial · 5 months

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hello everyone it’s akaashi day!!!

#akaashi keiji #haikyuu akaashi #hq #hq fanart #haikyuu #fanart #digital art #skaestuff #art #skaeart #illustration #artists on tumblr #it’s akaashi day #happy birthday akaashiiiiiii #pretty setter squad #bro is so ethereal hello

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gongliyart · 1 year

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🐈‍⬛ happy kuroo day !!! 🐈‍⬛

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#ハイキュー #kuroo tetsurou #akaashi keiji #bokuto koutarou #kozume kenma #happy kuroo day #kuroo birthday

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toasted-raccoon · 5 months

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it's akaashi's bdayyyyyyy !!!! (12/05)

#say happy birthday to the birthday boy #akaashi #akaashi fanart #haikyuu

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fawn-eyed-girl · 6 months

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It Was You the Whole Time: A BkAk birthday story for @tenma-udai

Happiest of birthdays to my friend, @tenma-udai!! My dear, you always feed BkAk nation so well, and so it's my pleasure to offer you a not-so-little, Rated very-E!, birthday gift. I really hope you enjoy, and it features gorgeous comm'd art from @kalcia, but if you want to see it, you will have to venture over to the other place to do so 🔥

Story Summary:

When Atsumu finds Bokuto/Reader fanfiction, he can’t help but read it. What he finds, though, shocks him so much he has to have Bokuto read it, too!

When Bokuto reads the fanfiction, he’s shocked, yes… But for a completely different reason.

Because when Bokuto reads the stories, all he’s reminded of… Is Akaashi.

Sneak peek below the cut; I hope that you all enjoy!

Bokuto’s face immediately took on a dreamy look. “Yeah,” he said softly, a smile on his face so silly it made Atsumu gag, “he’s got the prettiest blue eyes. And his ears! They’re like elf ears, and the tips get red when he’s nervous. And his hair is so soft and curly. And his hands…”

“Yeah, yeah, we get it, they’re great, he’s perfect,” Atsumu interrupted. Honestly, if these two weren’t fucking already…

Bokuto scoffed, and crossed his arms over his chest.

“If you’re gonna be so mean,” Bokuto started.

“No, Bokkun,” Atsumu said, “not mean.” He shoved the tablet screen in Bokuto’s face. “Look.”

Bokuto narrowed his eyes and stared at it, hard. “The Idle, Fleeting Thought,” he read aloud. His eyes went from narrow to wide as he took in the tags. “Bokuto slash Reader,” he continued. He looked up at Atsumu, gold eyes blinking in confusion. “What does that mean?” he asked.

“It means that, in this story, you’ve been paired with the reader of the fic,” Atsumu explained.

“What???” Bokuto’s mouth dropped open. “But…Tsum-Tsum I…how does that even work?”

Atsumu couldn’t help it; he reached over and ruffled Bokuto’s hair. It was gelled, but the tips were soft and Atsumu always did like to muss it up, if only to tease Bokuto. But today Bokuto didn’t even care that his hair was now falling over his forehead, the strands brushing across his forehead. “Just…I want you to read this,” he said carefully. The realization that Bokuto might not read hadn’t been something he’d taken into account; Atsumu was so convinced that he would, just like Atsumu had, that he hadn’t even stopped to consider…

“But Tsum-Tsum," Bokuto wailed. “I don’t wanna be paired with anyone in a story! I don’t wanna read about…”

“Just…” Atsumu took a deep breath. “I want you to read this, for me,” he said, “and I want to know if the Reader character reminds you of anyone.”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! fanfic #bokuaka #bokuto x akaashi #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #miya atsumu is a menace #bokuto reads fanfic #happy birthday gabs

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wandurrlust · 1 year

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Keiji sighs as the seemingly endless notifications continue to flood his phone. He decides to set the novel he's currently reading on the coffee table and switch off the device for once and for all. It was annoying really — the overly cheery happy birthday texts that his obnoxious classmates sent him.

That's right, today was the fifth of December — Akaashi Keiji's birthday.

It's not like every other birthday, though. Keiji usually doesn't huff in annoyance as his so-called friends spam the groupchat on his very special day — because you'd tell him how ignoring texts was rude.

Did you forget?

But you're not here this time and Keiji lets his disappointment get the best of him. It's only fair, isn't it? There hasn't been a single birthday he's spent without you, afterall. Fifth December has always been reserved for the two of you.

No, no, no. That couldn't be it. Surely, you wouldn't forget his birthday of all things, right?

He pushes himself off the wooden flooring and pinches the bridge of his nose — Keiji can feel an oncoming headache and he hates it.

Where the hell are you?

The shrill ringing of the doorbell around his studio apartment catches Akaashi off-guard — was it you at the door? Since when did you start knocking?

Keiji's ready to grumble and tell whoever it is that decided to show up at his door to mind their own damned business. Behind the hinged piece of wood however, stands a sight that quite literally makes him let out a squeal.

The furry creature dashes right through his studio apartment, yelping and sniffing around it's new environment.

Keiji turns to the door and a breathy chuckle escapes him — there you are, sporting a crooked smile with your frame clad in an oversized jumper.

He raises an eyebrow as you finally regain your breathing and step into his apartment. He's awaiting an explanation.

You sheepishly rub the nape of your neck, awkwardly maneuvering your arms over his lean frame, "Lilac wasn't cooperating Keiji, happy birthday."

Lilac. So you had named her already — despite having known just how much he'd have loved to christen your newfound company. But God, he can't bring himself to be mad at you.

So he lets your arms wrap around his frame, mimicking your actions and mentally slapping himself. Ofcourse you wouldn't forget his birthday.

Fifth Decembers were reserved for the two of you, afterall.

a/n : i'd actually written this for akaashi's birthday last year but oh well :') wanted to come up with some quick angst but yeah no. anyways, happy birthday to the bestest boy ever, i wholeheartedly love you keiji :) have a great one <33

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEIJI #best boy fr #i love him sm😭#akaashi x you #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji #akaashi fluff #drabbles #haikyuu!!

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