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toomanygoldfish · 23 days

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what about makki and #17 for the plot bunny game?

Thank you for requesting him. I want to write something for him but since I'm feeling a little meh at the moment, I'll do my best now and give him something else later instead of obsessing to get this right for ages!

We go deeper than the ink beneath the skin of our tattoos

You're five years old when you draw your first heart onto Makki's ankle. He's incredibly ticklish, so it ends up looking more like an egg.

You're seven years old when he leaves bite marks in your leg because he's convinced he's turning into a vampire - it hurts a little bit, but he pays you back with ice cream cake.

You're nine years old when you go through the phase of playing Family and it's always the same: You're the Mom, Makki is your husband and Mattsun's your loyal family dog.

You're eleven years old when Mattsun kisses Momo from the next class over. It's just a silly game of truth or dare and he complains all the way home that she bit him right after, but your poor little heart just won't stop beating, fearing the next time someone brings up this game. What if you have to kiss someone? What if it isn't Makki? What if Makki kisses someone that isn't you?

You're eleven years old when Makki sneaks into your room at night to wake you up, to ask you why you've been looking constipated all day, to sit cross-legged on your pillow, determined to stay until you tell him the truth.

You're eleven years old when you kiss him for the first time. It tastes like toothpaste and blood from chewed-up lips, like childhood and growing up, best friends and something more.

You're twelve when Makki kisses Momo - and tells you later that he doesn't really like her. You're thirteen when you kiss Yaguchi from your art Class - and it's just not the same.

But you're both seventeen when you kiss again, behind the gym, on a sunny day in spring, knowing that this time it will mean something different, something more than the curiosity of children.

"Do you even have to get married?" Mattsun asks over a plate of cake samples. "I thought you did that already when we were kids."

"I doubt the Japanese Government accepts our family dog officiating a wedding," you argue, holding a forkful of lemon meringue pie in front of Makki's lips. He takes the bite, chews slowly and nods.

Mattsun groans. "Could you stop using telepathic communication? I feel left out."

"You can play our family dog again," Makki offers, "Or ask Momo out like I told you to."

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toomanygoldfish · 24 days

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sentence a day

kageyama broke a bone when he was a kid and his parents made him drink lots of milk to ‘strengthen his bones’ and the habit stuck.

#haikyuu #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu scenarios #fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fanfiction #reqs open #haikyuu fluff #the goldfish speak #kageyama tobio #hq kageyama #hq fluff

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toomanygoldfish · 24 days

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sentence a day until I can write for myself

Years after Yachi graduated Highschool she sent a really heartfelt letter to Kiyoko about how she inspired her to be confident.

#haikyuu #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu scenarios #the goldfish speak #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fanfiction #reqs open #haikyuu imagines #fluff #yachi hitoka #kiyoko shimizu

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toomanygoldfish · 25 days

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Okay, I'll send in three requests that will vary a little so you can get a feel. Now, keep in mind that you can do whatever you want with this, I will never be disappointed, it's just a means to share creativity.

How about this prompt:

"Don′t wanna sleep 'cause we′re dreaming out loud"

but with Goshiki? He's got plenty of big dreams, calling himself the Ace as a first year. I doubt he let go of that after high school

I saw the prompt and immediately thought about a million dreams from the greatest showman.

You make a lot of promises when you are a kid. Most of those promises are forgotten and left in your fondest memories.

standing on the edge of the playground in 4th grade, watching bugs crawl over the wood chips placed in front of them is where this promise was made.

“hey, [Name]? Will you follow me when I become an astronaut?” Goshiki looked at you with a rather intense gaze for a 10 year old.

“Of course! I’ll follow you to wherever the world takes us!” You giggle at him then go back to the bugs.

——— 4 years later ———

that promise held true as you followed him through jr. high.

while Goshiki did not pursue becoming an astronaut, he did find volleyball. You would stay after your club had ended to walk home with him. On many nights you would end up staying on the gym with him as he drilled himself over and over again.

some nights he only left because he could see your eyes drooping, and your yawns becoming more and more frequent.

at first you couldn’t see why a sport this fast paced had enamored him, but after many late nights and you first aid kit being used more often, you finally decided to find out.

you watched hours upon hours of volleyball tapes and started to ask more questions. And to be honest you still didn’t really understand it, but you saw the way his eyes lit up when talking about it.

you saw the way that he smiled when a game component finally clicked, and the laughter that was shared between his teammates after a particularly good skirmish.

you decided that maybe you didn’t need to understand.

——— 2 years later (After losing to karasuno)———

tear tacks were still wet on his cheeks when he went looking for you. You, who was at every single game no matter where, you who was always there with a smile and a hug, and who he loved more than anything.

He found you a standing next to a water fountain, once he got your attention, you gave him a hug. He held you to his chest and shook with silent sobs.

After a while he pulled back and looked you in the eyes, and decided then and there that he didn’t want to spend another day without you.

——

it took him until the end of his first year to finally ask you out. (To which you said yes)

The whole summer was spent going on dates and having fun with each other. The usual disappointment of going back to school wasn’t there, only excitement for the new volleyball season.

At the end of the volleyball season, he gave you a promise ring. He promised that wherever you took him, that he would go, as long as he got to stay with you. You kept the ring on a necklace throughout the rest of your Highschool years.

——— 3 years later ———

in your second year of college you got offered your dream scholarship. However you were reluctant to take it, because it meant moving to another country.

you brought it up to Goshiki and it was one of the first big fights you had.

he wanted you to take it. He felt like you had encouraged him to follow his dreams as a professional volleyball player and he wanted you to follow your dreams too.

you argued that you wanted to stay with him. That your relationship with him was more important to you than any scholarship. you eventually walked out to the balcony to get some space, and after cooling down a bit, you went back inside to find him. you sat down and tried to explain it from your point of view. He was one of the most important people in your life, and that moving away might break that connection. He explained that you had done so much for him, and that he didn’t want to hold you back from achieving something great. it was a long night. And in the end you agreed that you would take the scholarship.

the night before you left for the airport you gave him a promise ring, and took yours off of the necklace and put it onto your finger. ——— 2 years later ———

Visiting each other was hard. With Goshiki progressing into his volleyball career, and you spending most of your time doing work. but you made it work. one memorable night was when Goshiki had stayed awake long after midnight to stay on the phone with you. He was quite honestly delirious and it was mostly his subconscious talking to you.

you found it hilarious. He was filling the silence with mostly meaningless babble. It was a great background noise for your studying. eventually you got bored of studying and you turned your attention to your boyfriend asking him questions and watching him put too much effort into answering it.

eventually you remember how late it is over there. “Hey lover boy, why are you still awake?”

he blinks his eyes lazily at you before slowly responding, “I don’t ‘wanna sleep when I could be dreaming out loud with you.”

you feel your heart melt at this man, who even when tired is thinking of you and wants to spend time with you. “I love you baby, but you need sleep. Good night my love”

“‘Ood night”

———

the night of your return was marked on the calendar you and Goshiki shared. However near your return date your supervisor noticed how antsy you were getting and managed to get you a return flight a week earlier. you decided not to tell Goshiki about the new flight date so you could surprise him. The first thing to do was call his teams manager to make sure that he could get a free day. and after a long call, and being put on hold for far too long, Goshiki would be free for the next day.

——— the next day ———

Goshiki has been doing a lot of things in the weeks leading up to your departure, one of which was to buy an actual engagement ring. He had bought this ring* right before practice. His plan was to propose to you right after you got out of the airport. Strangely enough when he went into practice his manager kept giving him knowing looks. He ignored it and kept practicing until the coaches called them over and cut practice short. Goshiki (who was rather confused) took the drive home. It was a fairly normal drive home with not much traffic. Until he got a text from you. ❤️My beloved❤️: will you pick up some flowers for me?

❤️My beloved❤️: I ordered them already all you need to do is pick them up. Thank you 😊

Me: sure, send me the address

❤️My beloved❤️: thank you 😘

——— a few minutes later ———

Goshiki walked into the store, only to pause when he saw you. “…[Name]?” He looks at you, then rubs his eyes to make sure you are real. “Goshiki!” You run to him and hug him. “How, How are you here?”

“they let me go a few days early, and I came to surprise you!”

Goshiki fumbled around his pockets for something. He seems to find it quickly but looks up nervously. “you good there Goshiki?”

“yes! Yes I am, um this isn’t how I wanted this to go,” he looks at you and smiles. “But you mean the world to me and I’m so happy that you came home early.”

he gets down onto one knee and pulls out the ring. “[Full Name] you are the love of my life. Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?”

“YES”

*this is the ring I was thinking of

#haikyuu #haikyuu drabbles #the goldfish speak #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fluff #reqs open #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu imagines #haikyu x reader #fluff #goshiki x reader #goshiki tsutomu #proposal #marriage

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toomanygoldfish · 26 days

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sentence a day until I can write

Ushijima didn’t tell anyone that he was getting married, so imagine his PR teams surprise when at a meet and greet someone asks him on a date and he holds up his hand with a ring and says “I’m married”.

#haikyuu #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fluff #the goldfish speak #reqs open #fluff #haikyu x reader #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima fluff #haikyuu ushijima #hq ushijima

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toomanygoldfish · 26 days

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I got evil booped :0

>:)

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toomanygoldfish · 26 days

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sentence until I can write again

Atsumu dated a hairdresser once out of Highschool, during one bad fight the hairdresser went on a tirade about his hair, and that’s why it looks better than in Highschool.

#haikyuu #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu scenarios #the goldfish speak #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fanfiction #reqs open #haikyuu imagines #fluff #atsumu fic #miya atsumu #hq atsumu #msby atsumu

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toomanygoldfish · 1 month

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people I'd like to get to know better

Aaaaaahh! Thank you so much @dira333!

Last song: we made it. by David Hugo

This song has been on repeat for a while. I am getting out of an insanely hectic two-three-ish months, and this song is like my anthem right now.

Favorite color: yellow

I love how bright and promising the color is. It’s a color that refuses to be ignored and I love it.

Last Movie: UP!

I LOVE up, and believe it or not, I didn’t choose the movie. A kid I babysit is obsessed with UP, and I love him for it.

Sweet/Spicy/Savoury: sweet/spicy

My body is a baby when it comes to spice, so I can’t eat a lot of spicy things, but I love them. I love sweets. I have a package of candy in my bag, so I can have a pick me up when I need it.

Relationship Status: dating!

I have a wonderful S.O. They are amazing and our relationship has been a great one to have.

Last thing I googled: approximately

Me and my friend were having a disagreement about what approximately meant. I said that it was exactly something, they said it was almost exactly. I was wrong.

Current Obsession: Character Design

I’ve been having a lot of fun picking apart the design choices of characters in video games, so I decided to incorporate a lot of the small details into my own characters.

@strwbrryeyes

#get to know me

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toomanygoldfish · 2 months

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lmao, I have this panic any time I write for a character and post it that I have written their name wrong. I was looking over my recent Oikawa Drabble and my brain just kept telling me that “you wrote his name wrong”

#haikyuu #the goldfish speak

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toomanygoldfish · 2 months

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: DADDY BABY DAY (HAIKYUU) :

Kageyama, Hinata, Bokuto, Atsumu, Osamu, Suna

A/N: domestic haikyuu is one of my favorite to think of. bruh i hate this app! Give me a better SMAU app im gonna cry

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toomanygoldfish · 2 months

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“HeY!” You screech as you get thrown off of the bed by your boyfriend. Your boyfriend, Oikawa, had twisted his knee badly. So you were in charge of making sure he doesn’t move it too much. It wasn’t going too well.

“Let me free from your confinements!” He wiggles frantically around the bed, trying to untangle himself from the blankets wrapped around him. To his credit he was taking care to not jostle his knee too much. But still, you can't let this go on.

“NOoooO! You, sir!” You stand up and try to hold him down by the arms. “Are on bed rest!” When you realize that holding him down isn’t doing anything you lay your body on top of his, “and will not be going anywhere” you punctuate your sentence by elbowing him in the chest.

“oW!” His shrill screech made you wince. He manages to prop himself up on his elbows before looking down at you. “Aren't you supposed to be nice to sick people?”

You snort and roll off of him, “You aren't sick! Just injured!” You turn your head to look at him. He squints his eyes at you. “Same difference!” He puts his arms around you and drags you closer to him.

You stay like that for a while before a timer goes off in the kitchen. You sigh and get up to go stop it. “That must be the food. Stay here.” you make eye contact with him as you back out the doorway. You hit your head on the open door and spin to glare at it. He laughs. You make the “i'm watching you” symbol as you leave the room, carefully not hitting your head.

A few seconds later his phone pings with a notification, and Oikawa picks up his phone to look at it. It's from Iwaizumi, “Don't give [Name] any trouble, I know how insufferable you are when injured.”

He rolls his eyes affectionately murmuring something along the lines of “I’ve never been insufferable! Not once in my life!” under his breath.

You call out from the kitchen, “Oikawa! I've got your food!” You’re silent for a moment before you walk in holding a tray full of food. He smiles at you, “Thank you my love, it looks delicious.”

“Of course” You place the food down on his nightstand and give him a quick peck on the cheek before beginning to leave the room to go get your food.

He calls out, “Can you do me a favor?” Right before you leave the room. You turn around and give him your attention.

“What is it?”

“Just come here”

You oblige him and walk up to him, only for him to pull you onto him like a blanket. You blink, and look at him. “Why?”

“You're warm, it's like a weighted blanket.”

“…thank you?”

#haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu #haikyuu scenarios #reqs open #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyu x reader #the goldfish speak #fluff #oikawa scenarios #haikyuu oikawa #hq xreader #hq fluff

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toomanygoldfish · 2 months

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Distracting

Keiji Akaashi x reader

College AU!

WC: 2k

~ Thanks to the new library aid, your once quiet study spot has become much more… Distracting

a/n: sorry I have been gone for so long, it's been hard to do things lately. I hope you like this one. I tried to make it cohesive but when you start something and stop it in bi-weekly intervals you tend to loose yourself a bit in the process.

There is always that one damn professor who takes an extra step to make their course more challenging for students for no reason in particular.

Yours is your history professor, known throughout the campus as Dr. Asshole. He is known for handwriting confusing exam questions and surprise Pop Quizzes on material chapters ahead of the assigned reading.

His newest pretentious obsession is assigning massive papers and requiring that his students research the whole thing using non-digital sources. This wouldn't be an issue normally, but your university is in the middle of nowhere, and there are at least a hundred students in this particular class. Which means every desperate student looking to raise their grade will be flocking to the library trying to find as many sources they can.

As soon as your class and you start your usual walk to the university's library, your usual study spot, and hope it will be the goldmine of information you need it to be.

The sliding glass doors part for you as you enter. The faint smell of books wafts under your nose as you enjoy the natural sunlight that streams in through the glass skylights. The quiet, studious atmosphere lacks the noisy distractions that are back at your place. The air is comfortable, not too warm, and not too cold.

Your usual table is bare and sun-soaked under the glass skylights. Your book bag slides stiffly down your shoulder, and you wonder if it would be a good idea to leave it unattended for a few minutes.

Your eyes scan the room. There are a few students lounging in the corner on some large beanbags, Little white earbuds snug in their ears as they scroll through their sleek, thin, laptops. You see the back of one of the Library assistants slowly pushing a cart of books down a lowly lit aisle.

Your gut tells you that you can trust the small group of randos. You set your bag down on the table so you can begin your search for academic materials. Slowly, you make your way down the rows of books. The space has never looked cleaner; all the selves, even the hard-to-reach ones, are free of dust, and as you flip through possible sources, you notice that someone has taken the time to smooth out previously dog-eared pages and pluck out the old bookmarks.

After only searing the shelves for a few minutes, you have an uncomfortably tall stack of books in your arms.

For balance, you stretch your chin out to steady the stack as you start to walk back to your table. The smooth laminate of the book jackets causes your literary mountain to quake as you shuffle through the shelves. Your arms burning from the weight as you turn a blind corner.

There's a crash

There's some cursing

And you are on the ground…The books clattering to the floor around you as you wonder how you ended up face to carpet.

Books are scattered all around you as a hand comes into your peripheral. It extends itself toward you as if it was trying to help you up.

"Are you alright!? I am so sorry." the voice of its owner says. Their voice laced with genuine concern as you take in the worried face of and the dark, slightly-messy hair of Keiji Akaashi. You know him as the setter for your university's Volleyball team.

You have only ever seen him with his friends walking to practice or from the stands whenever you make it to a home game. Never up close like this. He is so handsome that you wonder if you hit your head during your fall to have just noticed it.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asks again, and you realize that you haven't answered him at all. You must've been too busy admiring how great the lean athlete looks in his cream-colored sweater.

"Yeah," you reply, taking his hand and allowing him to help you to your feet. "I'm all right."j

"Really?' His blue eyes are looking you over again as if he doesn't believe you.

You know your head and give him a sweet smile. "I'm positive. I'll take a whole lot more than a book cart to take me out."

"That's a relief." he chuckles, "I guess I got a bit distracted earlier." his gaze casting downwards slightly. They embarrassingly land on a half-open book, which must be the cause of this whole thing.

"Pride and Prejudice?" you muse, craning your neck to view the title. "Good choice. I'd get distracted too."

"It's a great book." he sighs, "But I should've been paying more attention to where I was going. Especially with the cart, those wheels are stubborn."

You look at the cart behind him and find yourself agreeing with him. The library may have been renovated fairly recently, but those carts were not included in the remodel. "I see what you mean; they certainly have seen better days." Your fingers reach out to gently tug at the peeling top layer of paint on the cart. The tan color covers up chipped and uneven coats of grays and black from years past.

It brings a silly smile to your lips when you think about the similar paint job covering the light switches back at your rental. College housing does not have the highest caliber or repairs, and so it is often subjected to the 'landlord special.'

You notice that he is watching you, his blue eyes scanning your features like he is reading a book. They flicker from your eyes to your mouth as if he is trying to discern what you are thinking at that moment.

This careful attention isn't creepy at all. It's rather endearing. Especially coming from someone as blatantly attractive as Keiji Akaashi.

Your cheeks burn with embers of youthful bashfulness, and you hope that he doesn't notice.

"Oh wow, you were really carrying a lot of books," he comments, looking away from you long enough to notice your stack of fallen library books. Without any hesitation, he crouches down and begins gathering the pile for you.

"You think so?" you ask. "I still don't know if I have enough for my assignment." the somber tone of your voice causes the library aide to inspect the large stack of books in his arms.

"Let me guess, you have Dr. Asshole this semester." he chuckles dryly. "I had him last spring."

"He's really the worst," you chuckle. "I just want to get this paper over with before everyone is fighting over the same three books."

"I remember that," he laments, "Bokuto- uhh, my friend was in that class for about one hour before he dropped it. I think that was the smartest thing he has ever done."

"I think I'm a bit too stubborn to drop." you chuckle, holding your arms out to take the books from his sweater-clad arms.

"And I'm a bit too stubborn to give these back to you." he glances at the tables behind you. "Where are we taking these?"

"I- can take them back myself," you say defiantly, a light playfulness to your tone.

"I'm sure you can. But it's the least I can do after running you over with a book cart."

"It's hard to argue with that logic. My spot is right there." you point to your lonely table as he follows behind you. Easily carrying the stack of books you had selected.

Having a gorgeous man carry your books was something you thought only existed in coming-of-age rom-coms (or whatever). But now that it's happening in real life, you can't say that the experience is not enjoyable.

"Is there alright?" he asks, gesturing to the tabletop. When you nod, he sets the pile down at your spot and notices that there is a student waiting by the checkout counter, their fingers drumming impatiently against the wood. Keiji sees them and lets out a deep sigh, "I guess I have to get back to work, but if you need any help finding more books for your paper, I'd be more than happy to help."

You hate that this little moment, whatever it was, is over. But you understand that he has a job to do, and so do you. "Thank you, I will definitely let you know if my pile is too small."

He smiles so genuinely at your words that you start to wonder if him hitting you with that book cart is one of the best things to ever happen to you.

As he walks away, you get settled into your seat and take the first book from your pile. Your eyes scan over the crinkly, water-damaged pages without really processing anything.

How could you think about anything other than Keiji Akaashi, the volleyball-playing, sweater-wearing, snarky library assistant who keeps glancing over at you from his desk?

You hide your smile with the palm of your hand, determined to pretend to be engrossed in your studies.

Half an hour later, you have not made any progress on your paper at all. Your poor, distracted brain tries to read those tiny words. But you can't comprehend anything. So you're just staring down at the pages with a furrowed brow.

It's not your fault, really…

It's his…

You wonder if he takes pleasure in distracting little old you.

As if to test this theory of yours, you shyly glance back over at the checkout counter only to make direct eye contact with Akaasi. His blue eyes shine almost mockingly as if to say, 'I caught you.'

You look back at your incomprehensible book, trying to make your movements as natural as possible. But from the corner of your eye, you notice that he's coming over.

"Someone just turned this one in," he says, placing a well-loved book at the top of your pile. "I thought it would help you with your paper."

"Thank you." you beam, not realizing that your empty page of notes is shining up at him.

"It's not a problem." he smiles. 'You may want to move on from that one; it doesn't seem to be giving you anything useful."

He caught you. You feel that familiar, embarrassing heat creeping its way up your neck. You shake it away and look at him with a reassuring smile.

"Masterpieces take time." you chuckle, "What would Dr. Asshole say if he found out I rushed through this precious little paper of his."

He leans against the wood. "There's a difference between taking your time and getting distracted." the way he murmurs that last word sends the butterflies resting in your stomach flying all over the place. Their imaginary wings tickle your heart as they travel upwards.

"Just watch." you grin, taking a new book off of your pile. "I am about to make so much progress."

"I'll believe it when I see it," he says, turning to walk back to his table. You may not notice it, but the tips of his ears are flushed a deep shade of pink as he glances back at you from over his shoulder.

Determinedly, you read away. Jotting down little bits of information with a newfound energy. Cute library aides may be distracting, but passing this class is a bit more important at this moment.

You manage to get a decent amount of work done before your water bottle runs dry.

The warm air makes studying without it rather uncomfortable, so you grab the cylinder and take it to the water fountain near the bathroom.

By the time you come back to your spot, you notice a little blue notecard on your tabletop taped to a pack of gum.

Sorry again for running you over. I had to go to practice, but I hope this makes up for it. - K. Akaashi

In this moment, you couldn't care less about the gum. How could you when his phone number is carefully printed at the bottom of the card?

Tagging: @enchantedforest-network

#keiji akaashi #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff

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