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Ti faccio la richiesta in italiano xké sono più comoda, ma tu fai pure il post in inglese

Puoi fare uno scenario con la reazione degli alzatori (Kageyama, Suga, Oikawa, Kenma e Akaashi) quando la loro ragazza indossa la sua maglia (quella della sua squadra)? Il motivo lo puoi scegliere tu

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Haikyuu!! ~Is that my jersey?~

Manga/anime: Haikyuu!!

Warnings: spoilers from chapter 328 to chapter 337 in Akaashi's part and of Oikawa and Kenma's future

(Y/N): your name

Kageyama is coming back from training in pieces, dragging his feet as he walks, his eyes struggling to stay open and the shoulder on which he rests his bag getting heavier with each step, and still scolding Hinata in his mind for forcing him to toss for him until nine in the evening.

As soon as he enters his house, ready to receive a good scolding from his parents, the boy remembers a small detail: his girlfriend (Y/N). Due to the imminent arrival of exams, and since he isn't particularly good at studying, they had arranged to meet in his room to prepare together for them. It's a shame their meeting's time has already been exceeded a long time ago.

Ignoring his furious parents, Kageyama rushes into his room, and he would fall to the floor like his bag, which he dropped as soon as he entered the house, if he didn't hold on to the door frame, because what he sees almost causes him to collapse to the ground: his girlfriend is lying on his bed, hugging his pillow and wearing his team jersey, while dozing.

The boy's face becomes the equivalent of a tomato and his body begins to tremble slightly, while he can't stop looking at the number nine on the girl's chest, which rises and falls regularly.

Walking quickly, Kageyama approaches (Y/N), fearing she's an illusion and she might disappear; he then stops to take the pillow from her arms and replace it with himself, never taking his eyes off her. His mind is in total confusion and, if Hinata saw him in that state, he would probably make fun of him, because he's red, sweaty, shaking and agitated.

The final blow comes when the girl holds him close and rests her head on his chest, rubbing against it like a cat, and the boy almost forgets how to breathe, paralyzing himself like a wooden board. His mind is about to short circuit and only three concepts repeat in it: (Y/N), my jersey and pretty.

It goes without saying, but he won't sleep at all that night: all he'll have on his mind will be how extremely adorable (Y/N) looks in his jersey.

It isn't even eight in the morning and (Y/N)'s day is already horrible: not only she woke up late because her alarm didn't go off and missed the bus she always takes with her boyfriend Sugawara, but she also spilled her juice on her school uniform, which is now all sticky.

For these reasons, the girl is in the locker room of the volleyball team: her boyfriend, who had been waiting for her in front of the school and found her in that state, has proposed to lend her his team jersey while he goes to look for Kiyoko to ask her if she has an extra uniform, so that (Y/N) doesn't remain wet and sticky.

"(Y/N) -After about ten minutes, the boy comes back into the room holding a clean uniform- Shimizu didn't have a uniform, but Yachi did. I hope it fits yo-"

He can't even finish the sentence, and he freezes: I'm seeing an angel, he thinks. That angel is a very embarrassed (Y/N), who tries to pull down her boyfriend's jersey, which reaches just below her thighs, as much as possible.

Sugawara's face turns all red and his eyes can't leave her, while he swallows the saliva which has accumulated in his mouth.

"Are you okay, Koushi?" The girl's words seem to awaken the boy from the trance he was in, so much so he almost drops Yachi's clothes.

"Y-yeah… yeah… You're just… so pretty…" The more he talks, the softer his voice becomes, until it's just a whisper, and his blush pushes Sugawara to cover his face with his hand.

"Awwwww, thanks, Koushi!" (Y/N) runs to hug him, burying her face in his chest, while he does the same but in her neck, trying not to think anymore about his girlfriend's body dressed only in his jersey against his.

After a grueling afternoon of training with his team, Oikawa can finally go home to his girlfriend (Y/N).

"Tadaima (I'm home)!" He exclaims, entering the house, happy and ready for a cuddle session with his girlfriend.

"Okaeri (Welcome back)." The man hears her voice from the kitchen, and so he goes to her.

"Awwwww, did you miss me that much, cutie?" Oikawa coos at the beauty of (Y/N), whose back is turned while she's cooking, and who is wearing his old jersey of Aoba Johsai.

In fact, while sorting out their old things that day, the woman found her boyfriend's jersey neatly folded along with the other high school items, so she decided to wear it to surprise him, and then she went to cook.

"How am I?" (Y/N) does a pirouette, showing her face to Oikawa, who doesn't even answer: he only takes a photo of her.

"Tooru! Did you just take a picture of me?!"

"You're too cute like this. I'm sending it to Iwa-chan!"

"Noooo!" The woman tries to take the phone from the man, but she finds herself with her head against his chest and then picked up and thrown on their sofa hugging him.

"Tooru, let me go!" Oikawa refuses, holding (Y/N) tighter to him.

"No! I worked so hard today, and then I found you dressed like this, so I deserve my cuddles -His voice then becomes lower- and next time, if you don't want an even greater reaction, let me know you'll wear my jersey again." Indeed, the man didn't show it much, but he internally screamed as soon as he saw the woman dressed like that, and he really wanted to be welcomed by her like that every day of his life.

In fact, while holding his girlfriend, Oikawa thinks only about one thing: perhaps it's time to contact the jewelry; Oikawa (Y/N) doesn't sound that bad…

3.00am.

(Y/N) was alone in her and her boyfriend Kenma's bed. He was in his studio finishing a live, despite her numerous requests to sleep with her.

Time passes and passes, but the woman still can't fall asleep, both because she misses her boyfriend and because she sees too much light in the corridor due to his computer being turned on, so she decides to go to call him again.

"Kenma, can you come to bed with me? It's late and I can't sleep..."

"I'm almost done, I just have to get through a few levels and then defeat the final boss. You can come here near me, I'm not on video."

The woman approaches the man and sits next to him, resting her head on his shoulder and snuggling into his side, but without preventing him from being able to move.

After a few minutes, Kenma stops the game to look at her softly, but his gaze soon turns to total amazement: his eyes widen slightly, his body paralyzes for a few seconds and his heart seems to jump out of his chest because of how hard it's beating.

"Sorry guys, but it's time to end the live. I'll resume the game tomorrow."

(Y/N), who had been dozing off on his shoulder, immediately wakes up at those words, letting out a small scream when he picks her up like a bride and carries her to the bedroom.

Meanwhile, the man had only one image in his mind: his beautiful girlfriend dressed in his old team jersey, which is loose and allows him to see one of her shoulders, and cute socks with kittens, all sleepy while she pushes her face against the his chest.

"Kenma!" The woman exclaims, after Kenma drops her on their bed and then positions himself astride her, supporting himself on his arms to prevent all his weight from falling on her.

"You look cute… in my jersey…" He murmurs, looking away from her.

Fukurodani is losing the first set against Mujinazaka and Akaashi is on the bench, after losing his composure.

Meanwhile, his girlfriend was in the stands supporting him but, worried about him, she has headed to where he was. Quickly descending, she approaches him and finds him sitting with his head in his hands looking desperate.

"Keiji…" The boy looks up at his girlfriend, and he swears he almost faints: his girlfriend should be arrested for the crime of being too cute, since she's wearing his spare team jersey. The fabric runs down to her knees, covered by a black legging, and the number five is located just below her heart.

"W-what -Akaashi needs to take a few seconds to clear his throat- what are you wearing?"

"Your shirt… I put it on to support you… Bokuto-san said you would like it."

"Sorry… You came all this way, and we're losing because of me."

"Don't apologise. Keiji -(Y/N) murmurs, approaching him- I came because I wanted to give you all my support and I wore your jersey because, if someone had asked me who was my favorite player, I would have pointed to it and said you're my number one. So you don't need to worry, okay? Go and win!"

With that, the girl smiles sweetly, and a light dusting of red spreads across the boy's cheeks: she's too cute.

Screams mixed with happiness and disappointment spread throughout the gym, and Akaashi realizes what happened: Fukurodani lost the first set.

"Akaashi, do you feel up to it now?" The coach asks him, and he nods.

However, before taking the field, he mutters, without letting (Y/N) see his red face: "If we win, will you wear my jersey again?"

"Yes!"

He'll definitely have to thank Bokuto after their victory.

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akaashi x reader - “better days”

genre: fluff, comfort

word count: 546

notes: part two of my five part christmas special

theme: light in the dark

the light pitter-patter of the rain was music to your ears. it was around this time that you feel that christmas was coming. you stared in wonder as neighborhood children ran out of their homes with the most beautiful, carefree smiles while their parents watched from afar, half worried and half sharing the same joy of their children. from the distance, you could hear their laughter and the positivity was contagious.

akaashi looked up from his book as he heard your gleeful giggles. unable to bite back a smile, he gazed ever so fondly at your exuberant form. you were grinning from ear to ear, buzzing from excitement as you leaned impossibly closer to the window. this was happiness, akaashi noted as he felt the familiar butterflies and serenity you bring heat his core comfortably.

"'kashi? you're staring," he ignored your knowing smile and simply went back to his book with a smile mirroring your own. you bit back another giggle as you moved away from the window and closer to your husband who you somehow managed to convince to rest and share this moment with you.

his hands have always been pretty, you mused as you fiddled with it, now nuzzling comfortably into his chest. your eyes briefly caught the intricate words of poetry on the pages he held but it didn't quite hold your attention as it did with his. instead, your eyes landed on your neighbor's christmas display. stringed up lights lit the vicinity with a warm hue, a small statue of santa claus grinned jovially as a cute reindeer approached him. such little things were fascinating to you and you didn't know if it's because of the season or if it's your hormones but you felt a sudden twinge of hurt in your chest.

"you miss them," you jumped up slightly before you looked up to akaashi who was looking at you sympathetically. his hand that you were playing with was now settled on your knee as he traced cute little shapes on it.

you averted your gaze, blues reaching your eyes as you looked at your neighbor's house once more, "we used to decorate the house like that too. my nephews and nieces would drop by to celebrate the holidays with us and we'll play outside. they'd smile and god, akaashi, you should've seen them! they were the most adorable beings i have ever seen. so excited and free from all this."

"it must've been a sight," akaashi has long abandoned his book, choosing instead, to wrap his arms around your waist as he nuzzled his face into your neck. you huffed as his hair tickled your skin but you enjoyed the proximity nonetheless, "hang in there. we'll meet them again, soon."

"yeah, we will," you smiled at the thought, raising a hand to play with dark locks, "when things are better, we'll see them again and all the wait would be worth it."

"all the wait would be worth it," he repeated as he rests a hand on your bulging stomach. the small gesture made you all fuzzy and warm and you found that your happiness came back threefold;

because you'll meet them soon, you just know it and by then, your baby would be here to share your joy.

Fukurōdani Academy

Kōtarō Bokuto x Reader "Can’t Fight Biology” +18 MDNI!

Kōtarō Bokuto x Reader "Secret relationship"

A continuation, aka part 2 to “When you meet for the first time” with Kuroo, Iwaizumi, Daichi and Akaashi (as requested by @rukia-uchiha-98)

Your first date with Kuroo, Iwaizumi, Daichi and Akaashi <3

With both of your grades going up, Kuroo was now able to rejoin his team at practice and you aren't going to fail your Science class anymore.

The ravenette was just minding his own business by walking down the hall with Kenma and Yaku by his side, when they heard your excited yelling.

Once you got your last test back with a 95, you looked for the Middle Blocker and when you found him, you literally jumped into Kuroo's arms out of pure joy and almost knocked him over.

Kenma and Yaku both left you be, the latter with a big smirk on his face. The ravenette returned your hug with big enthusiasm and when you told him about your grade, he was extremely happy.

"How can I ever repay you for helping me?" You smile at him, expecting maybe a 'Don't worry about it' or a 'You can buy me lunch one time' but not this.

"Go on a date with me. There's a new cat café that just opened up down the street and I am hereby asking you out." Kuroo grins with confidence.

"Uhm, I-" You start but get interrupted by the Captain.

"Great, I will pick you up at 2 this Saturday."

It seemed like Saturday couldn’t come fast enough but when the school week was over, you were so nervous to spend time with Kuroo outside of school.

You put on your best outfit and when you checked your phone, you saw that it was almost time.

Leaving your house, you saw Kuroo approaching and when he saw you, a nervous grin started to spread on his face. Running his hand through his usual messy hair, you can’t help but think that his casual clothes look even better than his school and his volleyball uniform.

His black hoodie with red strings and his black jeans complement each other well with his raven-colored hair, a pair of dark red sneakers complete his outfit.

Once he stands in front of you with his towering height, you can’t help but blush as well at his striking appearance.

Clearing his throat, Kuroo finally finds his words.

"Y-You look breathtaking. N-Not that you usually don’t! You just look so much different than in your school uniform. It’s a good different though!-" He starts to stammer and you think it’s the cutest thing, since he always looks so confident on the court and in class.

"I know I look good Tetsu. We can either stand here and I listen to your compliments or we can make our way to where you wanted to take me." You grin with mischief.

Snapping out of his rambling down, he chuckles nervously and agrees to the plan of taking you where he originally intended to take you.

Arriving in front of a cat café, you already see all kinds of sizes, colors and shapes of different cats roaming around the café.

Widening your eyes in amazement, Kuroo sees your excitement and holds the door open for you like a gentleman.

"Thank you." You smile brightly at him, which he returns with a blush.

The two of you ordered a hazelnut-flavored 'Catpuccino' and a dark chocolate-flavored 'Meowcchiato'.

As the date goes along, you can see Kuroo getting more and more comfortable, the longer he talks to you.

His shoulders loosen up, he leans forward on the table, never interrupts you and listens with great interest to every word you say.

Along with your conversations, cats jump up and down on your laps, on the table or they rub against your legs.

By the time the two of you are done with your drinks and petting all the cats, it was getting dark outside.

The Nekoma Captain stays close to your side, making sure you're out of the way of traffic and danger.

Wanting to test the waters a little bit, Kuroo brushes his fingers slightly against yours while he is walking you home.

When you felt his rough fingers against your own, you can't help but smile at his actions.

Assuring him you're fine with his attempt at physical touch, you intertwine your fingers with his, feeling like two puzzle pieces belong together.

As you reach your house, you both agree in going out together again and when you part ways, each one of you has a lovesick smile on their face.

Iwaizumi finally had the courage to ask you out with the help of his son after months of trying to ask you out himself in person, but always chickening out at the last minute.

It's been a while since Iwaizumi had to ask anyone out, ever since his ex-wife left him, Iwaizumi didn't feel the need to have a partner again.

But seeing his son look at other children with both parents with a longing look made him realise that Isamu needs a second parent.

Someone he can talk to, someone kind and nice, someone... like you.

The Athletic Trainer asked Isamu to give you some flowers that Iwaizumi got, with a hidden note attached to it.

When you opened the card in recess, it made you smile and blush so much, that Isamu had to ask if you were okay after you read the card and received the flowers that Isamu's father gave to him.

'I feel like a coward for doing it this way but I was hoping these flowers that I got for you make up for the shitty way I am asking you out. So... Will you go out with me?'- Hajime Iwaizumi

Isamu snaps you out of your blushing mess, demanding to know what the paper says.

"Uhm. Just tell your father 'yes' when you see him later on at home, Isamu." You manage to stutter out.

"My dad will pick me up later on, you can tell him in person (Y/L/N) Sensei."

Oh. Even better.

"Why did my dad send you flowers? Is it your birthday Sensei?" Isamu tilts his head to the side, looking at you like a confused puppy, yet a small frown remains on his little face, looking exactly like his father.

"Uhh no Isamu, your father send me flowers as in... uhhh..an apology again for you hitting Daisuke the other day!" You chuckle nervously at the youngster.

Isamu looks at you still, before bowing again to apologise for his behaviour the other day that got him into trouble.

Assuring him it's okay, Isamu walks back over to his friends and you feel yourself breathe out.

'Get it together!'

As you look at the time, you will see Iwaizumi in just three hours, hopefully by the time he arrives, you have gained proper control of the blood flow in your cheeks.

When the time comes, you see Isamu waiting for his father outside of the school gates.

You approach Isamu, the young Iwaizumi looking at you with a small smile which you return.

As Iwaizumi arrives and walks out of his car towards you and his son, his face begins to grow a reddish colour and he looks to the floor when he approaches you and his son.

"Hey Pa! Sensei (Y/L/N) got the flowers you gave her!" Isamu runs to hug his father’s leg.

When Iwaizumi looks up at you, he is anticipating your answer to his question from his card.

Feeling the heat rise again in your cheeks, you fumble with your fingers a bit before raising your gaze to meet his green eyes.

"My answer is yes, Iwaizumi."

It looks like the brunette was holding his breath while waiting for you answer, because as soon as he hears your agreement, he breathes out a big sigh of relief.

Isamu looks between you and his father, not understanding quite what’s going on but he makes sure to ask one of his father’s friends about it.

The young Iwaizumi hasn’t seen his father’s face that red in a long time.

The last time Iwaizumi’s face was red, it was out of anger, back then with his mother, fighting with her at night while they thought Isamu was sleeping.

But instead of anger, it’s happiness that Isamu sees on his father’s face and it makes the young Iwaizumi happy.

Agreeing that Iwaizumi will pick you up on Friday at 18:00, you part ways, both of you excited to see each other.

Now all Iwaizumi needs to do, is find someone who can watch his son while he is out with you.

Thankfully, Hinata from the Volleyball Team agreed to watch him with much enthusiasm, since he used to watch his little sister from back when he was younger.

While Hinata was watching Isamu, Iwaizumi takes you to the best steakhouse in town, that serves the best wagyu steak in the prefecture.

The two of you talk in a very comfortable atmosphere, sharing glasses of the best wine, you haven't felt this good in quite a while.

In the beginning, Iwaizumi felt very awkward, it's been quite the while since he went out on a date, the wounds from the divorce still pretty deep but he wanted to give it a chance, a chance to fall in love again.

Dinner went by perfectly, the steak was so tender, it melted on your tongue like butter. The red wine was just as exquisite, greatly complimenting the meat.

After the delightful dinner, Iwaizumi leads you to a spot that him and Isamu sometimes visit, a place where you can overlook the city of Tokyo.

Finally arriving, you feel like almost having an asthma attack, while Iwaizumi is not out of breath at all, neither is he even sweating.

The two of you sit on a wall together, only a few inches separate yours and his thigh.

The view is outstanding, the night being perfect so far.

The Athletic Trainer can feel his hands starting to sweat, glancing at your face, seeing how some of the city lights reflect on your skin.

He can feel his heart pumping faster and he can’t help but admire you more than the view.

To be honest, if Iwaizumi had the option, he would love to look at you for the rest of his life.

Hopefully with you by his side some day, with a ring adorning your finger.

When you saw Daichi’s number on the paper, you honestly didn’t think you would text him that quickly.

But Daichi was just waiting on the side of a road, hidden behind some trees, in hope to catch some people who are exceeding the speed limit.

His phone vibrates with a message from an unknown number but he smirks in confidence as he figured that the message came from you.

'Hey, this is (Y/N), you recently almost gave me a speeding ticket and said if I wanna talk to you, I can. So uh this is me texting you now '

'Hey (Y/N)! Glad you reached out. how’s your day been going so far?'

'Slow, currently at work.'

'What do you do?'

'I work as one of the accountants for the Sony company.'

Daichi raises his eyebrows in amazement, impressed that you managed to work for a big company.

'Wow! That’s pretty cool 👏🏻 now I feel lame for being a cop haha.'

'don't be like that haha. I think being a cop is dope.'

'Glad you think so.'

'Hey I know this seems kind of forward but I think you're a really nice guy. Wanna go out sometime?'

Well, Daichi certainly didn’t see that coming.

He has to admit, your upfront personality is really intrigued and interesting.

You both agree to do a Harry Potter Marathon at his place, with a promise of a home cooked meal.

You have yet to meet Daichi’s injured roommate, a coworker and companion of the young police officer, named Ninja, a black and brown haired German Shepherd K9 Officer.

The brunette has to say he is worried about you meeting the K9, since Ninja is very cautions and uncomfortable around strangers.

When you arrive though, it’s like Ninja has known you for years. As soon as you walk inside Daichi’s home, Ninja comes limping around the corner, intrigued who the house visitor is.

Once Ninja got a sniff of you, his tail wagged with happiness and he began licking your hands.

"Okay, down boy. Sorry about him, usually he doesn’t like strangers the first time he meets them." Daichi pulls Ninja back by his collar, careful due to his injured front leg.

"Don’t worry about it! I love dogs! Especially this little cutie. Look at you, a brave, strong police officer." You caress Ninja’s face and the dog looks in bliss.

Clearing his throat, Daichi tells you that he chose the first Harry Potter for the movie marathon and that he made some pasta with freshly made bread.

After a nice dinner, the brunette and you started watching the first movie, with you inching closer to him, resulting in Daichi wrapping his strong arm around your shoulder, caressing it gently with the tips of his fingers.

Ninja joins you on the couch as well, laying his head on your lap, an occasional deep sigh escaping him.

By the time you’re almost halfway through the second movie, you begin to get very tired, so the two of you called it a night with a promise of date number two.

After all, you need to finish the franchise together. And Ninja already started to miss you after you left, according to Daichi.

You say goodbye to Ninja by scratching his very soft ears, he licks your hands as thanks and it makes you giggle.

Daichi watches that in awe, very happy that you get along with his K9 partner so well.

Perhaps Ninja will have a dog mama in the near future if Daichi plays his cards right.

Akaashi took a little bit longer to ask you out, mainly the reason that he wants to know you a little bit longer before he officially asks you out.

He started to become a regular costumer at 'Night's Watch', ordering something different every time.

The name of the drinks and food sounded funny as well.

Joffrey‘s tears, Sansa Macchiato, Jon Snowccino, White Walker coconut cake, Direwolf cookies, etc.

Each drink and food samples are unique, geeky and savory at the same time.

One late night, after he and Tenma worked together on a new manga with some more people, he knew you were working again tonight.

So Akaashi makes his way towards the coffee shop that you work at, a nervous feeling in his stomach when he gets closer to it, yet he is also excited.

When he walks into the shop, he is immediately greeted by the warmth of the electric fireplace in the right corner and the strong smell of coffee beans and cinnamon buns, or as your shop likes to call them 'Dothraki buns'.

He sees you helping out a costumer and he can already feel a small smile growing on his face, as he watches you engage with the costumer with that breathtaking smile of yours.

Once the costumer in front of Akaashi got his order, he sees you recognise him and it looks like your whole world just brightened up by seeing him.

"Hey! How's the new manga coming along?" You ask with a smile so bright, that it has Akaashi blushing a little bit.

"It's going good so far, we are still working on the way the two lead characters confess their true feelings towards each other." The ravenette explains.

"Aww, that's so cute. I can't wait to buy and read it! Anyway, what can I get for you today?" Ready to take his order, you stand behind the cash register with your Khaleesi costume.

"Uhm... I'll have a Jon Snowcchino with a double espresso please."

"Double espresso? Wow, someone plans to stay up long." You type in his order, writing his name on the cup and pass it to your coworker to make the drink for him and the blue-eyed editor hands you his card to pay.

Akaashi takes a deep breath, trying to gather up enough courage to ask you out.

"C-Can I ask you something (Y/N)?" Akaashi gets nervous and stuffs his hands into his coat, so he doesn't fiddle with his hands like a nervous High School boy.

You finish swiping his card against the card reader machine and you give him a curious look, encouraging him to go on ahead.

"Would you mind if I take you out sometime? Like a date?"

You feel your breath hitch in your throat and your coworker hears the question, having a smirk on her face, since she knows you have been crushing on him for a while now.

There is a tense silence and Akaashi begins to fear a rejection coming in.

"If you don’t want to-" He stammers but you interrupt him frantically, super excited that someone as hot as Keiji Akaashi wants to take you out on a date.

"I didn’t mean to stretch out my answer, I am sorry. I-I just didn’t expect someone as good-looking as you to ask someone out like me… I mean, I am just a mere ordinary literature student who works in a geeky coffee shop." Your panic clearly shows and the former Setter thinks it‘s the cutest thing ever.

"You’re anything but ordinary. I want to get to know you more, without having to visit you at work." Akaashi gives you that dazzling smile of his and it makes your knees weak at the sight of it.

"Sure, I am free this Saturday." You give him a bashful smile.

"Cool, let me give you my number, so we can figure out together what we can do."

You hand him your phone, while he hands you his, and your coworkers Mary and Ro'ya give you knowing smirks and big thumbs up, as if you unlocked a big achievement.

Akaashi hands you your phone back, taking the beverage from your hands and farewells you with another breathtaking smile, leaving the shop to go back to work.

Mary gives you a small squeal, shaking you a bit with her overexcitement.

Akaashi and you agree to go to the local museum, they have a new section that put on the human anatomy on display, along with an newly added art section that has Van Gogh and Claude Monet paintings.

You love art and after the recent Doctor Who episode, you really are looking forward to seeing the finest painter, his command of colour is the most magnificent thing you have ever seen.

As you walk along, stopping in front of 'The Starry Night', you stand in front of it, admiring the colors and you feel Akaashi standing next you.

"What do you think of it?" Akaashi asks you.

"Well, one of the best things about this painting is that it came entirely from Van Gogh’s imagination. None of the scenery matches the area surrounding the Saint-Paul mental hospital or the view from his window there. As a man who religiously paints what he sees, it’s a remarkable break from Van Gogh’s normal work, like the portraits of himself or the people that he did." You ramble on, clearly highly fascinated by the art.

Akaashi can't help but feel starry-eyed as he watches you from the side, your passion and your analytic interpretation of the painting is simply fascinating to him.

He honestly didn't know he could feel this way.

Afterwards, Akaashi invites you to one of the best ramen shops in Tokyo.

The Miso Ramen filled with pak choi, shiitake-mushrooms, tofu and a marinated egg topped with leek and sesame seeds is just what you were craving for.

You both keep the conversation flowing like the calmest river, sharing laughs and stories.

At the end, Akaashi walks you home and departs from you by giving you a soft lingering kiss on your forehead, saying that he is looking forward to seeing you again.

The next morning, when Akaashi walks into his work department, he has a slight skip in his steps.

A soft smile replaces his usual neutral expression and Tenma already had a guess why.

"Had a good time with (Y/N) yesterday I am guessing?" Tenma grins behind his set up drawing tablet.

"Yeah, they really are amazing. We already agreed on a second date."

"Sounds like wedding bells ringing in my ear." Tenma laughs and gets back to drawing, while Akaashi shakes his head in amusement.

That doesn't sound like a bad idea in the future.

boyfriend who’s also your best friend. you two are practically inseparable, going on fun dates several times a week and always spending the night at each other’s places. you feel the most comfortable around him with his welcoming and understanding personality. though arguments and little disagreements are inevitable, you two make up eventually and laugh about the petty behavior. your love for each other is forever treasured and irreplaceable.

ATSUMU, KUROO, osamu, akaashi, HINATA, bokuto, yamaguchi, OIKAWA, suna, TENDOU

AUTHORS NOTE: hello my loves !! love feels like a mosaic of experiences, several brief moments and clips of the shortest of montages of deep-seated pain, the whisper of a breeze, and the roar of overwhelming joy. it feels like running through an empty parking lot in the hours where time does not exist, laughing oneself to tears and breathlessness, and just holding the other basking in the soft evenness of their chest rising and falling. i guess what i’m trying to say is love is so many things all at once, platonically, romantically, in the mundane and in the extraordinary, love differs from person to person and moment to moment, and in moments like this i get overwhelmed with an aspect of the human experience that i just,,,, have to get it out. akaashi feels very similar to me because as a card-carrying member of the Anxiety Gang i can recognize another anxious bitch from a mile away. here’s to hoping that by writing and relating to this self-indulgent piece can resolve some of the worries and fears i have one day. and yes the tw are mostly negative, but i promise you the piece is reassuring, and hopefully feels like a blanket fresh out of the dryer for your own insecurities. i hope one day to feel as akaashi does here.

tw: anxiety, mental health mentions, insecurity

akaashi has always felt like a fraud. his mind racing a mile a minute as he pieces together fragments of the way the people around him hold hollow smiles, empty laughter, and sour tongues. reality is not what surrounds him but the finesse of a well-placed ceramic mask to cover the thoughts and feelings his face reveals. the delicateness of a stiff smile, the disjointedness of a practiced rhythm. akaashi is a conductor and his body a caucus symphony. his thoughts feel like the jagged ring of dissonance. the fear of being found out surrounds him. what if they know? what if they find out? am i holding myself in the right way? he acts in every moment, playing the role of a friend, a teacher, a teammate, he acts so convincingly that eventually, his hollow smiles pass for real ones. the person who is akaashi crumbles away under the weight of a facade and the face that holds itself barely together in the mirror starts to resemble himself less and less.

akaashi has always felt like a burden. the weight of his existence drags himself down let alone the ones he loves. he sees how people stiffen at his presence, withdraw at his mention, and clamber to pull themselves out of the gravity of his existence. he is damaged and destroyed, ravaged by the howling storms of existing. in his despair he destroys everything in his wake, dragging them slowly and steadily to the same demons that torment him. watching as they slowly are consumed and gnawed away at. he watches as everyone he loves is destroyed. he vows to never subject those around him to the experience of him. tucks away his fears, his thoughts his feelings, tucks away his silly encroach of his insecurities because no one will ever be able to bear witness of the depths of his despair. akaashi hides himself away from those he loves, from the ones who care, who ask to help who reach out, he hides himself from strangers who smile in the street, from passing stares and statements. akaashi hides himself from everyone for fear his depression will spread like wet ink to paper.

akaashi has always felt broken. his fragmented soul like pieces picked up and haphazardly thrown together, he plays the role of a happy person, a kind person, serving in ways they don’t even notice just to receive some feeling of belonging, losing every aspect of himself as he builds and rebuilds this grand mosaic of existence. eating himself alive just to feel whole in the sway of the world. it’s what he’s used to. it’s what he deserves. he’s not enough as he is. he doesn’t know who he is. he simply cannot be as he is, because he has lost himself and he will never be enough. akaashi is damaged goods, his experiences changing him shaping him like weathered clay in ways he doesn’t notice. when completed he is irrevocably different a new and flawed human that cannot be seen without its reformed disgusting misshapenness.

but in the moment that he clicks open the door to your shared apartment the suffocating weight just piling up in his chest, swarming his head just lifts. with the quiet stillness of the air, sunlight drifting in, the breeze brings in wholeness, acceptance. his fears just shedding, tearing, melting away. you’re just sitting there. reading. waiting. just existing. you’re whole, you are safe and you with your bright sounds of laughter, that smile that just beams its way into existence, you love so deeply he can feel his chest ache at the sight of you. the way your eyes light up at his presence overjoyed at the prospect of spending time with your lover. in the moment akaashi opens that door, his eyes, his heart to you akaashi just is. he is enough. he is fully and wholly enough.

09:05AM | AKAASHI KEIJI

PAIRING → akaashi keiji x gn!reader

A/N → just a small thingy before the big keiji works. ugh, i love him so much!

FEELING THE COLD FINGER pad slide over your skin, you keep your eyes close. Visualising the curves he’s drawing on your skin.

Letting the sleep slowly roll of your back as you make up the words. L, O, V, E. A small smile tucks up your lips at the sweet gesture.

He has said the words before, shown you he means what he says all the time. You met Akaashi years before you started dating. Honestly if you were to tell yourself then, that you would be dating him now; you would have called BS.

But many things have changed since then. Where somethings have stayed the same. Intertwining his fingers with yours, you press your lips against his fingers.

Feeling a soft kiss to your shoulder making a smile tuck at your lips, “Hey.” he whispers.

“Hey.”

Nuding his nose against your neck you can not help but truly feel loved. Which made you whisper your next words without a shred of fear, “I love you too Keiji.”

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HAPPY MOTHERS DAY | AKAASHI KEIJI

SUMMARY → your boyfriend wishes you happy mothers day... but you’re not a mother, or are you?

PAIRING → akaashi keiji x fem!reader

A/N → this took longer than expected bc i had no clue how to make this and was too embarrassed to send the script to my friends to do this with. ANYWAYS, happy late mothers day!

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Hi!!! I just saw your matchup event and i couldn’t resist the urge to participate >-<. I’m glad that I saw it, because I just scrolled past your masterlist and I saw some juicy content which i’m DEFINITELY gonna read later!!!

I wanna congratulate you for your 300 followers, i’m sure you really deserve them!! <33

Of course ignore this if it’s uncomfortable for you, no pressure!!

Okay so the fandom i’m gonna request from is Haikyuu!

I’m a scorpio, ISFP, 7w6, I really like photography and i’m studying cinema atm. My hobby is writing poems since i consider it the only way I can properly express my emotions; I also like to read, especially manga, and listen to music. I love to experiment hair colours hehe

I’m a stubborn person, with precise goals in life. I love creating new relationships but, the moment the other person shows me that they don’t really care about me, I’m gonna leave without looking back.

Im very loyal in friendships or relationships, and I love to listen to people. I’m very independent and I prefer to stay alone most of the times

I hope I described myself enough because I don’t really know what to say 🫠

Thank you in advance for your time and take care 🥺🥺🫶🏻🫶🏻

Fandom: Haikyuu

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: Spoiler from the manga (Akaashi's job)

Word Count: 0.6K

A/n: This one was tough lmao. Thank you so much honey! I'm glad that you enjoyed my work! feel free to send requests if you have anything on your mind :>💕

I match you with...

Keiji Akaashi!

I was actually doubtful about Choosing between Oikawa and Akaashi, but in the end I went with Akaashi cause you know... He's Akaashi :>

Akaashi is a super thoughtful and understanding person. He's kind, also indepentednt and charming as hell. He will never cross your boundaries and always gives you the space and time you need to yourself; though he will not hesitate to interfere when you have a serious problem and will do his best to make you feel better.

You do not have to worry about his feeling toward you. As I said before, he is a thoughtful guy, and he will definitely think it through before stepping in a relationship. If he's in a relationship with you, you have to know that he definitely loves you; or else he wouldn't be here.

He listens to other people (Bokuto) just like you and will do his best to make them feel better (we've witnessed that in the anime) so you have something to talk about when you open up to each other lol; because sometimes listening to people just takes so much energy, you know?...

Akaashi is also a supportive boyfriend. He shows interest in the major your studying (no matter what it is) and will gather information about it so he can have a better understanding of what you're interested into. He will be your model if you ask him to (ask him, this hot guy is definitely a good catch), I'm not sure if he will be willing to let you color his hair, but I'm sure you can both compromise on it or maybe even make a bargain...? <3

You like reading manga? Well lucky for you, your s/o is a manga editor! You can read all the manga's he edits before gettng published officially, so that's definitely a benefit to you🚶🏻‍♀️

Akaashi loves to be in a relationship with an independent person. He admires your independence. He's been taking care of people for quite a while, and he prefers to be with someone who's mature and is able to take care of himself.

He is a pro at reading your mood, and as the thoughtful boyfriend he is, he will give you the space you need. He might not even ask you about your problem directly, but he will ask you how you're feeling and if you need help with anything. So don't think that he doesn't care about you; he just doesn't want to bother you and trusts you because he knows you're able to do thing on your own.

This guy might look cold, but he has a big golden heart, and you don't have to look closely to notice it :)

In a relationship, he's actually warm caring person. Not the energetic type of boyfriend, but the smooth type of guy. He makes you feel relaxed and comfortable, you feel like you can open up to him about anything since he's not judgmental and Honestly it's hard not to fall in love with a guy who's always sweet and polite :>. So if you're looking for something comfy, peaceful and calm, he's definitely the guy for you.

Tries his best to keep a balance between his work and you. Even when he's been working for 5 hours, he will still take you to the restaurant he promised you only to see your beautiful smile.

Please don't let him overwork himself tho ಥ_ಥ

I think I should have matched you with Kuroo, but I don't know... 🚶🏻‍♀️

Thanks for participating in my event! :)

Akaashi dating hc's

Pairing:Akaashi x gn!reader

A/n: I've been thinking about Akaashi for quite a few days so i decided to write this☺️🖤

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Ohhh my fav boy from haikyuu!!!😫😫 He is so perfect

So dating Akaashi means basically that you two are like parents to Bokuto. Honestly i wouldn't be surprised if he call you mom/dad one time without realising it😂 it's not like a bad thing though it's nice for both of you.

I am totally convinced that Akaashi's favourite dates are library dates after school. You'll both do your homework (he'll help you out with everything you don't understand) and if you like to read books he will stand and read with you

Akaashi will listen to you talk all day if needed to. He loves to listen to your voice and will drop anything to listen to you. You don't have someone to talk to? Call him. You want to tell someone about your day? Ask him. You want to plamp about a new book/film you've seen? Tell him about it. He is just a great listener.

Akaashi loves to share headphones with you while you listen to music together. It's like calming for him. If you don't have the same taste of music well that's okay with him.

He won't directly hold your hand. Akaashi will simply start by holding pinkies with you untill he actually grab your hand. He is just gentle.

Talking about gentle. Akaashi is very gentle. He has rough hands, because of volleyball. Most of time they might be bandaged, but he will always be gentle while touching, hugging, holding hands etc.

He loves tee. Every time you are at his place to study or just to hang out, Akaashi will make tee for both of you. If you don't like tee he'll make you something else.

Ramen dates!!! The boy loves ramen and i am convinced. It's just so simple and so romantic at the same time. Akaashi think they are the perfect time for both of you to relax and talk about your days and stuff.

He would love to see you at his games. He won't be too distracted by you dw. Akaashi would just know that you are supporting him through the whole game even if you aren't able to watch him.

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Hello!🖐🏻 Can i request Akaashi with reader who wears glasses? Thanks a lot and feel free to ignore!

A/n: i am literally going tomorrow to get glasses😅😂

I added Oikawa and Kageyama too.

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Oikawa🩵

We all know he wears glasses too so he'll find it cute and he'll think it counts as you two matching.

Speaking of matching he WILL get you two matching glasses frames. Probably his school colours.

Oikawa will sometimes steal your glasses and hold them above his hamd to watch you struggle to get them. THAT untill Iwaizumi slaps him behind his neck and he gives you your glasses back.

He loves when you take his glasses while he is wearing them and clean them up for him amd put them back on him.

Kageyama💙

Kageyama wouldn't really mind the fact that you wear glasses, it won't bother him either.

He wouldn't tease you about the fact that you wear them like Oikawa and he'll actually think it's cute that you wear them.

If you wear glasses with his school colours the man will get frustrated. Don't blame him though.

Akaashi🖤

Can i just start by saying how much i love Akaashi? Like he is perfect ☺️

Okay now let's start with this

I am not really sure if Akaashi wears glasses while he is a second year or just in the time skip, but either way he wouldn't really mind the fact that you have glasses. Actually he'll think it's adorable

He won't make fun of you like Oikawa 🖐🏻 he is just not the typa guy to do that

He'll always go to your appointments with you if you are nervous or if you aren't just to keep your company

I need Akaashi in my life

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How do i look? Beautiful.

Pairing:Akaashi x reader

A/n: i went to choose my glasses>< and because i love Akaashi i thought immediately of him when i stepped in the shop sooo yh

Btw sorry I have written anything in a while I didn't have the motivation but here i am 😭

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There is a reason why you can never bring Akaashi while you go shopping. Everywhere you went, everything you tried on it was beautiful to him. Why? Because it was on you. He liked everything you wore simply because he thinks you're perfect.

You both decided to go the mall to eat something after his training (somehow you managed to do that without Bokuto). While you two were eating you spoke "Keiji can you go with me to the shop on the second floor i want to try a few things and i need your opinion?" "Of course darling"

As you two stepped into the shop you immediately started looking at all the clothes you want to try. Taking them with you as you stepped into the fitting room to try the first outfit. You stepped out of the room seeing Keiji leaning against the wall next to you. You quickly spun and asked him what he thinks of you. "You look as mesmerising as always darling" okay, okay he likes the outfit. You quickly changed into the second one that you didn't really like, but decided to try it anyway. Walking out of the fitting room you asked him again what he thinks. He again complimented you.

As you tried on different clothes and accessories with them every time you asked Akaashi what he thinks he always gave you a compliment on how you looked, even if you didn't like how it looked on you.

"You know you don't have to compliment me on every thing. I need your honest opinion so i could choose what to get." You pouted and crossed your arms over your chest. "It's not my fault everything looks good on you." he shrugged. "You are no help!" You blushed and quickly turned around to change...again.

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Honestly y'all are giving me more reasons to want an Akaashi

“OH GOD, IT’S NOT FAIR OF HIM TO MAKE ME FEEL THIS MUCH!” (HQ BOYS)

ATSUMU: says things out of nowhere that it makes you feel butterflies. it’s so sudden that it hits you like a tidal wave that knocks the air out of you. the two of you could be laughing at some random thing and suddenly, he opens his mouth to mention something, “your smile.” he says, almost out of nowhere, eyes looking at you with so much fondness that you refuse to believe that someone could ever look at you that way. “my smile? what’s wrong with it, tsum?” you question, and he chuckles, “oh, there’s nothing wrong with it.” a goofy smile plants itself over his face, “it’s just.. it’s so pretty. i want to see it more.” he says, resting his forehead over yours. “wanna be the person who makes you do all that—smile and laugh. you’re so beautiful.”

AKAASHI: “you were saying?” he questions as he’s scribbling over his notebook, studying for a test he’ll take the next day. the question almost surprises you. “i was saying..?” you ask, eyes on him as he looks busy enough writing over his notebook rather than listening to your nonstop blabbering. “yeah? you were talking about the book you just finished reading.” he says, and you sat there surprised, silenced and unable to fully process what you just heard. “well?” he ushers you to speak, the tone of his voice coming out as if he wants to hear more from you. and you couldn’t help but stare at him in disbelief. “you.. you were listening?” you respond with a timid voice. your boyfriend lets out a chuckle, dropping down his pen to look at you with interest in his eyes. “of course i do. i’m always listening to you, honey.”

KUROO: you weren’t sure what just happened, but all you could process was the fact that you’re suddenly lifted by the strong arms of your boyfriend as you walked through the hallway of the campus. it was supposed to be a normal day. you sighed, trying to ignore the stares of the students around you (and yaku, literally staring at the both of you in disgust). “tetsu, what are you doing? what’s all this? what’s happening?” you throw your boyfriend a wave of questions, unable to get a glimpse of the motive behind his actions. the deep chuckles from him reaches your ears, and you almost had to be grateful for being carried bridal style so as to not feel your knees weakening from the sound he just made. “am i not allowed to care for the love of my life?” he says, almost as if it’s an obvious fact. you roll your eyes, not convinced. you open your mouth to say something, but he beats you to it—“you mentioned you walked home yesterday, right? you know, it’s pretty convenient to take the bus sometime. your house is pretty far from here. your feet must have been aching. let me take care of you, alright?”

OIKAWA: “delivery for the most beautiful person in the world!” he knocks on your classroom door, catching the attention of your classmates. you mildly panic, a rush of embarrassment flowing over you as you’re greeted with teasing smiles and chuckles. you see, tooru always had the tendency to do these things. and it honestly surprises you ‘till this day. he makes you feel so openly loved that it scares you it might disappear someday. your heart beats at a fast pace as your boyfriend nears you, eyes never leaving your figure as the corners of his lips are raised upwards. he places a bouquet of flowers on your desk, along with your favorite food on a plastic bag, and you almost choke a cry. “what’s all this?” you question, looking at him with suspicious eyes. he chuckles, “is there anything wrong with a boy simply wanting to show his love to his favorite person in the world?” his hand reaches to cup itself against your cheek, his warmth cascading over you. “let me show you what you deserve. i’m right here.”

USHIJIMA: you let out a sharp breath as you’re suddenly being pulled to collide against a strong chest which happens to be your boyfriend. you’re about to ask what just happened when he speaks first, “be careful. you were about to hit a lamp post.” your eyes widens, looking to the side to notice that you were, indeed, about to bump against one. guilt quickly begins to rush over you. “o-oh.. i’m sorry, i get really clumsy and bad at these things—“ you try to explain yourself apologetically, but your boyfriend cuts you off before you could finish your statement, “please don’t apologize. these are simply trivial matters.” he tells you. it’s only ‘till then you notice his arm wrapped around your waist in a protective manner while he keeps you steady. “matters like these are the reason why i’m here. let me be the one to keep you out of danger.”

KITA: “this one’s wrong. you messed up the formula halfway, that’s why the rest of the equation is wrong.” your boyfriend explains to you as he compares his math homework with yours. you couldn’t help but chuckle in embarrassment, inwardly beating yourself up for being dumb infront of him. you scratch the back of your head, “s-sorry, i could really get confused over these things.” you apologize, and your boyfriend could only nod in understanding. “in this number too, you got the formula wrong. you’re supposed to use this.” he then adds, pointing to a certain number on your paper. you couldn’t help but feel small under his gaze. “r-right.. i’m sorry, i promise i’ll do better.” you reply apologetically. but your discomfort doesn’t go unnoticed by shinsuke. his eyes worriedly looks at your figure as he quickly slides an arm around your waist, “hey, it’s okay. don’t worry about it.” you could feel his thumb rubbing against the fabric of your shirt as a way to assure you. “you’re doing amazing, believe me. just let me know if you’re confused anywhere. i can always help you. you’re okay.”

Your Insta as Akaashi's partner

A/n:i actually love this one

Enjoyyy @sanaexus

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Caption:Dates on a cafee

Comments:

Akāshii_: notice how peaceful it is?

↪Kenmaamer:Yes btw?

↪KotarO: THAT'S BECAUSE I WASN'T THERE!! THE BETRAYAL

↪the.one_and_only: Get a gf and we can go on double dates

Daichii_Sa: I also need that

↪Levaiba:YES

↪Yakk.Msuke:🤨

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Caption: He's explaining something to Lev and Ko

Comments:

Levaiba:I ACTUALLY GOT IT

↪Yakk.Msuke:I doubt that

↪KotarO:i didn't got it tho

↪the.one_and_only: THEN WHAT WERE YOU DOING THERE FOR LIKE 30 MINUTES??

Tetsuroo: Lev,leave Akaashi alone, we need him for the training

↪Levaiba:I WANNA PLAY TOO

↪Tetsuro_Ko:Then play??

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Caption: He's reading to me❤️

Comments:

KotarO:Akaashi!! Why don't you read to me?!?! 😭

↪Akāshi:Bokuto-san please don't start

↪KotarO:😭😭

↪Tetsuro_Ko:Look you made Bokuto cry

↪the.one_and_only:Yeah Keiji

↪Akāshii: Aren't you supposed to be on my side??

↪the.one_and_only:no(yes)

Shoyoolly:Were are you even??

↪Tsukkii:Where**

↪Shoyoolly:TSUKISHIMA!!

↪Akāshii: Isn't it obvious where we are?

↪Kags.volley:Not really

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Caption:We are discussing the summer camp guys!!

Comments:

Shoyoolly:WOHOOO

↪Kags.volley:TIME TO WIN!!

↪Tetsuro_Ko:Nuh uh

↪Daichii_Sa:Uh huh

↪the.one_and_only:Nah neither of you will win

↪Oiksii:PHAHAHA

↪the.one_and_only:the fuck you doing here??

↪KotarO:Pfff

Kenmas: I'm gonna see Shoyo?

↪the.one_and_only:yes.

↪Kenmas:If your bf wasn't Akaashi i would have told you i love you but i have too much respect for him

↪Akāshii:thank you.

↪Tetsuro_Ko:KENMA??

↪Shoyoolly: I'M GONNA MEET KENMA!!

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Caption:LOOK!!

Comments:

Akāshii:It was truly beautiful, not as much as you tho.

↪Daichii_Sa:awww

↪KotarO:Akaashi!! Am i beautiful??

↪Tetsuro_Ko: Here we go again

Koshii_Sugaa:You need to show me which one you've bought

↪the.one_and_only:I promise i will

↪Akāshii:I think you'll really like one in particular

↪the.one_and_only:Omg yess!! Keiji is right

↪Tetsuro_Ko:Still not used to someone calling him Keiji

↪the.one_and_only: Sounds like a you problem ngl

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a train rumbled overhead. the shadow it casted on the buildings around you had a continuous line of square windows that let the morning sunlight though. the rapid speed at which they moved on the concrete walls reminded you of a film strip. for such a brash pairing of sensations, it was quite a fond noise that accompanied everything else in the mornings. 

every morning for you has been the same, for what feels like forever. venturing a hand from the warm pocket of your wooly jacket, you tug at the scarf wrapped securely around your face to cheerily create a cloud of hot breath in the cold air. you then realize that in reality, it’s only been a few months you’ve been experiencing mornings like this. but the time that’s passed since you emptied out your last box of belongings has been eventful, after all. 

you’ve found a substantial job at a hole-in-the wall restaurant, of which the owners were extremely welcoming of you to your new city life. they were an old couple. they were definitely traditional, but still managed to be fun. you can’t think of a dull time at the restaurant since you were hired. they loved to play upbeat old-fashioned songs as you prepared to open up shop, and the elderly woman always invited you to sing along with a lively step that somehow outshone yours as a young individual. and overall, you found them quite adorable, too. they almost fawned over you, and were flustered with themselves at the most minute sign you felt out of place.

although it’s temporary, it’s definitely a job you want to keep for a while, you think. it’s location isn’t even very far. that’s why you usually opt to walk there. along the way, you’ve made it a habit to stop by the bakery just outside your apartment building. after taking a tray you either delve your tongs straight to the chocolate croissants, or––on the rare occurrence there’s none left––you settle for custard bread. after the cashier wraps up your order, you’re on your way. the brown paper is almost immediately ripped open once you exit the bakery, though. you try not to let the nice cashier see that part.

by the time your pastry has been reduced to nothing but a few mere crumbs, you’ve reached the drink machine. the drink machine humbly stands alone at the curb of a fork in the road and is lined with buttons that have always remained green, you assume it’s because you manage to catch it after it’s very early morning refill. it’s visibly quite old, some of its labels are almost entirely scratched off and there is bits of rust if you really pay any mind to it. but what makes it special, is that it’s one of those drink machines that offers cold and hot options for its beverages. 

it also conveniently has a trash bin sitting next to it. that’s where your brown bakery paper ends up. from there, you happily click one of the green buttons. the beverage isn’t always the same, but as long as it’ll get you energized, it’s what you’re sipping on for the rest of your walk to the restaurant.

you watch the brown paper for this morning lightly floating down into the virtually empty trashcan, the only thing on your mind being the push and pull of either drinking a latte or tea from the machine in front of you. your hands work without even thinking, taking out your subway card with your eyes focused on the cartoonish design you had picked for it months ago. you find it funny because you rarely use the train on daily basis. it still serves a purpose: paying for your morning fix.

your body works almost as if it were on some kind of autopilot. you swipe the card without even bothering to check if it registered. you replace the card to it’s rightful spot in your wallet before reaching out your hand. you’ve finally chosen what you’ll be drinking this morning: a warm latte.

the green button under the canned latte on display behind the plexiglass gives way to a satisfying click. but at that moment, someone else’s hand flies into you line of sight, pressing on the button immediately to the right–the cold latte.

you and the stranger jump back from the machine. comically enough the both of you are still blankly holding your wallets, and small puffs emerge from your open mouths in the cold air.

he’s quite tall, you have to tilt your head upwards to look at his surprised expression. he’s also got a heavy tan coat, fitting for the weather as of late and quite fashionable, you’d have to admit.

he’s also undoubtedly handsome.

his widened blueish-greyish eyes, framed by sophisticated-looking rectangle glasses, complement this handsome appearance very well, you think. 

but shortly enough, you both hear a metallic rattle coming from the machine’s insides. the two of you turn your heads to stare as the sound comes to an abrupt, and concerning, stop. anyone could tell you that it definitely didn’t sound good.

then, the stranger shoots down into a bow.

“i'm so sorry,” the man rushes in apology. soon, you almost break your back returning the bow. 

“no, no, i'm sorry, i should’ve been paying attention,” you insist, aggressively shaking your head.

“i was in a rush, i should’ve slowed down,” he blabbers before you decide to speak up again in response with something along the lines of how surely enough his reasons for rushing were completely valid unlike yours.

anyone could see where that conversation was going to end up.

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

after exchanging numerous apologies on both sides, the two of you decided to ask a nearby shop owner for advice on what to do. entering a small clothing store, the lady at its desk was generous enough to call a service worker for the both of you. she, however, was not generous enough to let you two loiter in her radiator-heated shop.

you both remained near the machine, waiting for the worker to arrive. in the time that passed, you hadn’t even given the man next to you any thought. your mind was occupied with how to make up for being late to the owners of your workplace, and also yearning for the heated inside of the shop once again.

a white van with a friendly and inviting service design pulls up, and an incredibly old man makes his way out of the driver’s seat. 

“this drink machine is a very good one,” the man awkwardly comments, “it’s one of the few around here that have the hot drink option.”

“yeah,” you hum. you debate continuing the conversation––possibly commenting an ‘i find that special about this machine too!’ or really anything you could’ve mustered up. but an untimely pause already asserted itself in the time you’ve been thinking of what to say, so you almost give up. the worker is still digging around in the drink machine’s wires, you can hear the small clinks of metal because it’s so quiet. you’re both still standing there, awaiting the verdict of the machine’s condition when another train finally rumbles by, finally filling in the silence.

“it’s a shame we’ve broken it for the morning,” you quickly say after the thundering track noises fade away, side glancing him as you speak light-heartedly, trying to alleviate the awkward feeling between the two of you. to your relief, you can hear him crack a soft chuckle. you look to your side to see him smiling at you, nodding in agreement.

“yeah, a real shame.”

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

the vending machine on the corner got fixed thanks to the incredibly old service man. you feared you would get fined because frankly, you don’t have all that much extra money to spend at the moment (and you wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of a stranger who looked so refined and good-looking). but the old man, like your employers, was as much of a nice man as he was old. he even got you and the stranger your desired drinks from the machine’s inner supply before locking it back up again.

after the service worker hopped back into his van, you and the nice cold-latte-man bid your goodbyes and went your separate ways. 

upon your arrival at the restaurant, the old couple almost ran over you once you stepped foot in the door. you were bombarded with questions of “what happened?”, “did something happen to you?”, “are you alright dear?”.

a smile couldn’t help but spread on your face and you managed to take a sip of what last remained in the canned latte. you grabbed a hold of the old woman’s hand and spoke to the both of them, explaining your dilemma with the broken vending machine and the handsome stranger (yes, you informed them on the man’s appearance, and their not-so-subtle excited reactions made it all the worth it).

they finally let you go, satisfied and at ease knowing you didn’t get seriously hurt on your way to work. now being able to freely move, you go to grab your apron and start today’s work shift. but before you can forget, you toss the empty latte can into the trash bin behind the counter.

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that happened on friday. you didn’t think much of it, just a random event in the many days that string on and on...

you return to your routine like nothing happened. two days have passed and the weekend spent on your own (as it normally is)–either in your apartment doing chores or food prepping for the week ahead, or out running errands at the various shops nearby–is over. 

now, it’s monday. and you have another whole workweek ahead of you once again.

as you’re walking down the sidewalk toward the street corner vending machine and finishing up your chocolate croissant, like you’ve done countless morning before, a calm voice calls out,

“you can pick first this time, i'll wait my turn.”

what a coincidence: it was the handsome stranger, from last week’s broken vending machine incident. he was wearing the same tan coat, and the same glasses. he looked at you with those same blueish-graying eyes, but this time you noticed them creased a little at the edges as he subtly smiled at you.

flustered at meeting him again, you politely gave him a quick bow, “thank you! um, yeah, wouldn’t want to break it again, like on friday...”

you fumble with your wallet to quickly swipe your card so you don’t have to keep him waiting, suddenly feeling a little self conscious that the stranger might see the bright cartoon character design on it. you select your choice: a warm latte, again.

you and the stranger quietly stand beside each other as the machine dispensing your drink sounds off, the soft sounds of morning in the city surrounding you. you wondered if you should say something to fill the silence–you already referred back to last week’s incident so maybe you could complement him on something. maybe his tan coat, or the glasses, or... 

huh. you didn’t quite know what else you could’ve talked to him about. 

granted, your interaction had been a bit more focused on the broken machine than really processing the person you broke it with.

but maybe, you could quickly find something to talk about. you try to sneak some glances at him but to your dismay, it seems the stranger has the same idea, and a few times in the handful of seconds it takes for your drink to be delivered to you, the two of you meet eyes. but then you two would quickly look off to something else on the street corner when you did so.

you did notice he carried with him a little backpack, ‘a university student?’ you thought.

he was wearing shiny-looking shoes, ‘hmm... too professional for a university student.’

you look back up at his glasses, ‘a professor, maybe–? oh shit he saw me looking–”

a little sigh of relief leaves your lips as the clunky noise of your drink falling down saves you from the silence. you look away and swoop down to slip your hand in the dispenser. you relish in the warmth of the can in contrast to your chilly hand. upon straightening back up once again, you turn to the stranger and bow,

“thank you–! um...? ” 

“have a good day– uh...”

you two speak over each other. and both of you are forced to trail off because, well, you don’t know each others names yet.

you offer him your free hand,

“l/n.”

he looks down at a it for a moment, but then takes it,

“akaashi.”

akaashi... that’s a nice name.

you nod, “thank you akaashi-san, i hope you have a good day as well!”

you see as you leave, he nods at you before he takes out his card to order the same thing he did yesterday: a cold canned latte.

،   ビー   ✧   プ   🌱 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗽 ... 

tuesday. strange, how you would normally love the silence of your morning walks, but in the silences with akaashi at the vending machine these past two times he’s been at it with you, you almost can’t bear the quiet.

you crack open your latte, a satisfying sound that filled the cold air. after taking a sip, you ask him the question you rehearsed in your head on the walk from your apartment to the drink machine, “akaashi-san, i’ve never seen you around here before, are you new to the area?”

a soft tumbling sound can be heard from the inside of the machine, and akaashi bends down to pull out his drink. (he had let you buy yours first, again. and they say chivalry is dead!) 

he pauses in the middle of opening his drink to give you an answer, “not necessarily. i live in the area, but usually i take a different route to work.”

mentally, you note: ‘so he’s working. good to know he’s not still in school. good to know i wouldn’t be some kind of cougar by talking to h–’

the sound of ripping metal as he finishes pulling the tab and snaps you out of your thoughts, “but i discovered this route is much faster so it– well, i get to catch up more on... on sleep in the morning by taking it.”

you laugh at his sheepish confession and in your mind you debate whether the redness on his face is from the cold or from shyness. ‘how cute,’ you think.

“ah, i see! so i assume you work late, then?” you ask, but receive no immediate answer. you look akaashi in the eyes and you can tell they’re trained on your croissant. you assume he wants to ask where it’s from.

“there’s a bakery nearby, um,” you spin around, trying to pinpoint a general direction the bakery would be from where you stood, finally shooting a finger in its general area, “it’s probably only a few blocks down, maybe a few turns and you’re there! it’s not terribly far.”

your sudden movements snap akaashi out of whatever trance he was in, and he quickly nods his head, “that’s good to know, thank you–”

you hear a grumbling sound. he must’ve skipped breakfast today.

“yeah i,” he clears his throat, “i’ll try to visit as soon as i can.”

،   クリ   ✧   ック   🌱 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 ...

another day, wednesday to be exact. you already have your drink. he’s about to get his.

“akaashi-san, why do you drink cold lattes every morning? in this weather?”

you’ve been wondering about it for the what was almost a week now. you just couldn’t fathom it, especially with your favorite feature of this vending machine in particular: the warm drinks. 

to your surprise, he laughs lightly at your question. and you quite like his laugh. it’s subtle, but is sounds so genuine.

he picks his cold can from the machine, “it wakes me up in the morning, i guess.”

you hum and swirl around your drink in its can a bit, “what do you even do that’s got you wanting to sleep so much, anyway?”

“i’m an editor. just an editor,” he replies before taking a swig from his drink, “nothing too fancy–a magazine.”

“ooh, which one?” you ask excitedly. maybe the old couple that employs you had it somewhere in the restaurant, and maybe then you could find more to talk about with him in the mornings.

“ah–” akaashi readjusts his backpack strap and his eyes suddenly start shifting around, “just uh... a youth magazine. literature. yeah! it’s about youth– or, um– young adult literature.”

‘why’s he being so nervous?’ you thought. you take another sip from your coffee, ‘”young adult literature”... oh! maybe he’s talking about those romance novels i always see in passing at book store window displays. is he the romantic type, then? maybe he’s embarrassed. oh, i shouldn’t have asked–”

“... ahh, okay!” you decided not to push further, “well that sounds fun. is that what you studied in school?”

“yeah, yeah...” he replies, his gaze shifting down to his shiny shoes, “i studied literature.”

then there came a lull in the conversation. 

... and you realize how dull your life seemed to be in comparison to this person you’ve happened to cross paths with. 

at least, when you thought about how he probably had a bunch of friends from his editor’s office, and they probably went out for karaoke and drinks like what you saw in shows on tv. maybe that’s why he’s always in such a need for caffeine in the morning–from going out late with coworkers the night before. he must be really smart, too, having to read through so many articles for a magazine. he probably even gets his name printed on each volume for what he does.

meanwhile you, you were just a cashier and waiter. not to get it twisted, you loved your employers and your job and your routine–but, you really didn’t have much else than that since you moved into the city. you were the only employee there, and your friends were still all back home. for the first time you realized: you felt kind of alone. kind of sad, when you thought of it.

‘please don’t ask me what i do for work, please don’t ask me what i do for work, please don’t–’

“so what do you–?”

the nearby train blazed by not too far off from where you two stood, cutting akaashi off before you had to reveal you didn’t have nearly as an interesting life as he did. the passing of the train, like it had just a few days prior, signaled an allotting of time you both had not intended.

akaashi quickly pulls up his coat sleeve to check the time on his watch–a very shiny one, you can’t help but notice. you set a mental note for yourself to look up how much editors make in japan on the internet later once you get behind the counter at work.

“oh, i’m sorry but i’m gonna be late,” akaashi says, taking another quick sip from his can.

“no! no, it’s fine, i should probably get going too,” you reassure him.

you both hurriedly give each other quick bows before you head off, each waving to each other with your latte cans in grasp.

،   クラ   ✧   ック   🌱 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 ...

today is thursday. you woke up and the first thing you thought of was: akaashi. 

it’s been almost one week and you hate to admit it, but he was the closest thing you have made to a friend other than your old couple employers since you made your move into your little apartment.

‘maybe it’s time to actually try to make a friend,” you thought as you laid in your bed, and in your subconscious you had an additional thought: ‘a really smart and good-looking friend at that.’ 

but you quickly dismissed that line of thinking. you were just some person he bumps into on the street at the vending machine each morning, you had to remember that. and as if you needed a boyfriend right now. you barely have any normal friends.

so, you find yourself at the bakery this morning as you stand in place, the tongs in your hand hovering over the last custard bread on shelf. you were lucky today that they didn’t run out yet. and usually, you’d savor this little victory for yourself but... 

you thought of your hopefully-soon-to-be-friend akaashi again. you remember the one time you were finishing your croissant in front of him, and his stomach grumbled a bit. of course! he must skip breakfast sometimes because he sleeps in from how late he was hangs out with his other actual friends at night. it all checks out now.

you quickly placed the custard bread on your tray and then reached over to grab a croissant the next shelf over. you were going to give him a share of your breakfast today.

you went up to the nice cashier lady and said, “this will be all. and! could you wrap them up separately? one’s a uh... a gift!”

clutching the two brown bags in your hand, you checked the time on your phone with the other. dealing with your inner turmoil at the bakery on whether it would’ve been weird to bring akaashi some bread or not cost you some time. you hoped you’re not late to seeing him at the drink machine, or that he didn’t already eat breakfast this morning, or that he thinks you’re some weirdo he just met trying to poison him with this food from out of the blue–

“l/n-san! good morning, i was wondering where you were,” a voice called out to you, waiting by the vending machine on the street corner. you could tell it was akaashi by his silhouette the morning sun drew around him, a small puff of cold air emitting from where his mouth had just spoken.

you felt relief wash over you as you smiled back at him, but that quickly became replaced with anxiousness as you glanced back down at the second brown bakery bag you were holding at your side.

as you approached him, his drink was already open and he was taking a sip, “sorry, i already got my drink. i know i usually let you get yours first but–”

“for you,” you cut him off, holding out the bag of custard bread, “... if you haven’t eaten breakfast already, that is.”

for a moment, akaashi stood there stunned, his can frozen in the air by his mouth. you felt yourself try to retreat into the warmth of your winter scarf, starting to regret this attempt at forming some kind of bond with the man. why would he take random food from a stranger anyway? what were you thinking?

you start to trip over your words, eyes darting everywhere to avoid his, “it’s custard bread, from– from that shop i mentioned earlier this week? i think it’s the best thing they have there and there was one left on the shelf today and i thought you might like to try it! i mean you don’t have to take it, i can just save it for later and–”

“i haven’t had breakfast yet today, actually,” akaashi finally admits. when you look back at him, he’s smiling at you as he takes the bag from your hands. your hands slightly brush and you quickly shove yours in your jacket pocket. ‘is the sun sunnier today? it feels warmer, when does spring start again?’

“thank you, l/n-san,” he says, rustling with the brown paper bag–opening it much neater than you ever do, actually–and taking the bread out.

“it’s no problem, akaashi-san,” you return with a grin, happy he appreciated your gesture. you proceed to pay and retrieve your warm coffee for the morning, as he takes bites from his bread and comments on about how good it is. you’re about to hum in agreement when–

woosh!

it’s the much louder hum of the train. you’re both late to your jobs, again. 

“the train,” akaashi mumbles through the last piece of bread that sticks out of his mouth, dramatically rolling his eyes, and you can’t help but laugh a bit at his reaction. he crumples up the brown paper and sets his sights on the trashcan beside you and next to the drink machine. it’s a little bit of a ways off but from his spot, he tosses it past you toward the trash can. and to your surprise, it actually makes it in.

despite how mundane the little trick was, as he goes to turn toward the road he disappears to when he leaves you in the mornings, you think to yourself, ‘how cool.’

“sorry for making us late again!” you call after him before he fully rounds the corner.

you see as he finishes the last of the custard bread and shakes his head, turning to you as he walks backwards, “don’t worry about it, thanks for breakfast l/n-san, and don’t forget about yours too!”

he lifts his can, first gesturing to the untouched croissant bag in your hand, then up at you. you hurriedly crack open the can in your hands to return the gesture with a nod. once he’s gone, you’re left with you, your chocolate croissant, and your reflection in the window of of the vending machine–a dopey smile on your face.

،   クラ   ✧   ック   🌱 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸 ...

friday. it’s been a week since you and akaashi broke the drink machine, and you’re astonished at how quickly you’ve grown attached to the cold-latte-drinker. god, maybe you really are that lonely.

‘but a friend is definitely a good thing’, you reason with yourself. it’s made getting up in the morning a little bit easier, knowing you get rewarded with a little chat in addition to your daily caffeine fix.

this morning, akaashi is there at the machine before you–again. 

as you walk up, you take a glance at the time on your phone. you’re definitely not late... did he get there earlier?

“morning,” he greets you, and you notice his hands were both shoved in his coat pockets.

“morning!” you quickly get a hold of your wallet to get your drink, so that he could finally get his, “did you not get your drink yet? you really didn’t have to wait for me, i didn’t even mind when you got yours before i arrived yesterday, seriously–”

“here.”

you turn to see akaahi’s hand has come out of his tan coat’s pocket, and is extending out a canned latte at you. you glance at him briefly, and he’s chewing on his bottom lip slightly in what you suppose is impatience–or could it be a bit of nervousness?

you reach out and take hold of the can. it’s warm.

“what about you? did you not get your drink yet–?”

“yeah, i did. see?” he brings an identical can out from his other pocket. you go to touch that one. that one is cold. of course.

you smile up at him and take your warm can for the morning and you both crack them open at the same time, taking a sip at the same time, too.

“it’s for thinking about me when you were getting breakfast yesterday,” akaashi explains, “so now we’re even.”

you shake your head politely with a little laugh, “there was no need to get even, akaashi-san, i just–”

“keiji.”

darting your head towards him, you watch as he fidgets with the aluminum tab of his can. a small smile on his lips, he repeats, “keiji. you can call me keiji, if you want, that is.”

you grip onto your can a bit tighter to feel its warmth, maybe in an attempt to distract you from the warmth fluttering around in your chest,

“y/n. if you want to, as well.”

then the train blares past, but only the sound of keiji’s name echoes in your head.

“i guess that’s our cue,” keiji says after the sound of the train fades away, and you happily nod. you two part, drinks in hand.

you wave back at him, “see you later– keiji!” saying his name felt like cotton filled your mouth, but it was cotton candy that lingered on the tip of your tongue.

“see you, y/n!”

maybe making new friends was as hard as you first thought when you moved here.

،   ああ   ✧   ああ   🌱 𝗮𝗵𝗵𝗵𝗵 ... 

it’s your last task before closing up and getting out of work for the week: taking out the trash.

usually you don’t have the unceremonious duty to fill up the dumpster out back behind the restaurant, but the old couple who owns it have noticed you’ve suddenly started to turn up late for work the past few days. 

you haven’t had the courage to admit that it was because you were so caught up befriending that same guy from the drink machine on monday, so you’ve taken up your trashy assignment quietly and without protest. 

it was only fair to the old couple, you already knew how much they do to take care of the establishment when it was just you three running it every day.

you reach down under the counter to empty out your little cashier trash can, when you catch a glimpse of the brown bakery paper that was once wrapped around the croissant you ate that morning.

funny, you’ve never had to spot it in this trashcan before, accompanying the empty can of your morning drink in there as well.

‘oh... that’s right.’

this morning you didn’t follow your usual routine of eating the bread first so you can throw it into the garbage at the vending machine. no, you were too busy talking to akaashi–or, keiji that you had to eat your breakfast on the route from the drink machine to work, instead.

the subtle change in your routine felt... different, in a way. 

but maybe different was something you needed in your life.

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akaashi always handwrites you notes on special occasions. the first one you had the pleasure to receive was for your one-month anniversary. you had seen his handwriting on the assignments you’ve worked on together or the exams he’s gotten back, but that was the first time you saw his written words dedicated to you.

you’d be lying if you said that first note didn’t make you tear up a little bit.

he always uses a black, fine tip ballpoint pen when he writes his notes to you. his handwriting is practiced and wispy—you can tell each stroke flows through to the next yet it’s not rushed, it’s careful. you know that because his words indenting ever so slightly through the paper they’re written on is evidence he’s a little heavy-handed as he translates his words to you through ink. it shows he really means those words you read off the page.

and another charming detail about your ever-growing collection of “keiji notes” is that they have stickers on them. small ones, blink-and-you’d-miss-it ones. in the margins, or in the corners, or even right by where he signs his name—laying claim to the inky confessions precededing it.

but for the life of you, you can never seem to find where he keeps them. the stickers, that is.

you’ve been together for a little over a year now—a year filled with many, many stickered notes—and yet you’ve never seen a single sticker sheet in his possession.

not in his bag…

nor his locker…

not in the drawers of his room’s desk…

nowhere!

and other than where he kept them, you had plenty of other questions. how many did he have? where’d he get them from? when did he get them? you spend so much time with him yet have never seen with your own eyes him buying them.

it was like a special mystery to you; something yet to be discovered in you and akaashi’s relationship that kept it fresh as long as it remained a secret. to preserve this little bit if whimsy, you never voiced out your curiosity. a silly part of you was convinced if you dared to even mention the stickers, next thing you’d know, they’d stop appearing in your precious notes from akaashi.

so you let it be. you accepted it without asking your questions—occasion after occasion, note after note…

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

that was until one day: a friday night in winter as soon as school got out for the week, when the two of you were at a local corner store, splurging on snacks for a cozy night in with akaashi at his house. you had lost him in the fluorescent-lit aisles in your excitement to assemble the ultimate date night feast for the two of you.

after you’re finished carefully selecting the ramens and drinks and chips you concluded would perfectly accompany the queue of movies you and akaashi had picked over the past week’s lunch breaks, you start to roam the aisles to reunite with him.

peeking over the mountain of cheap treats you have balanced in your arms, you finally spot him in the very corner of the store, intently looking over a section of an aisle, “keiji, i’m ready to check out now!”

hearing your voice, he quickly turns around and you catch a sheepish smile creep onto his face as he leaves what he was checking out to make his way over to you. he immediately starts gathering some of the food items you have piled up in front of your face in his own arms to help alleviate your load.

with each new small snack pack akaashi took on, you get a clearer view of which aisle the two of you were standing in—it was the stationary aisle.

you look further down to where your boyfriend just was. he was looking at the corner store’s sticker sheet selection.

so that's where he gets them from.

“you think we’re really going to finish all this?” akaashi’s voice snaps your attention back to him. now with his own arms holding up a dozen or so items, he starts heading toward the self-checkout.

without getting a moment to further think about catching your boyfriend red-handed (sticker-handed?), you start trailing close behind—pointing out something along the lines of how he always pays for your date night food expenses, and so he could simply ask you to return some of the items back onto the shelves if he was so concerned.

and as the items get scanned (beep… beep… beep!) and akaashi packs them into the provided ‘thanks for shopping with us!’ plastic bags (all for him to carry out the doors of the corner store himself, so that you don’t have to worry about lifting a single finger), he defends himself with something that sounds vaguely like, “you’re too cute for me to resist. that’s not my fault!”

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

you both make your way back to akaashi’s place under the street lights, alternating between periods where you can see each others faces lovingly looking at each other and small stretches of time where you have to rely on your voices to communicate that same emotion.

akaashi always had a way with words, written or otherwise. he’s quiet with his volleyball teammates or when he’s in class. with you, however, he makes sure your voices always mingle in his ears no matter what—always asking you to elaborate on things to hear your voice more or telling you about all the mundane things about his day that reminded him of you.

but while he thought he may have diverted your continuously flowing conversation away from the corner store sticker incident, he thought wrong.

“how many stickers do you have?” you quickly ask in a hushed voice as soon as your back-and-forth banter reached the smallest lull, beating akaashi to the punch with one of the questions that have been floating in your mind for so long.

“hm?” his voice perks up.

“stickers. like the ones on the notes you give me…” you trail off, as it feels weird acknowledging the childish touch to the heartfelt paragraphs you’ve been receiving for so long.

you’re both passing through between street lights, but you can almost hear akaashi’s smile grow in the dark as he asks, “you saw me in there looking at them?”

“yes!” now you’re in the light, and his smile is in fact there, making your heart skip a beat. but you push that thought away—he can’t charm his way out of this one—as you push him further, “now tell me! how many do you even have?”

“hm…” the rumble of his hum slices through the chilly night air as he thinks, “i have a few holiday ones, for when i write cards for the team—santa hats, birthday gifts, volleyballs, stuff like that."

“the stickers i get don't look like that,” you comment questioningly.

akaashi agrees with you with another calm hum, “yeah, well… i only really started buying the cuter stickers when– when i started going out with you, so—"

you feel your face warm up despite the cold breeze gliding past the two of you going down the street, “you still haven’t answered the question: how many?”

your boyfriend sighs and shakes his head lightly, “fine, let’s just say i have enough to keep making you notes for the rest of our lives. does that finally answer your question?”

very much delighted at his answer, the corner store bags clutched in akaashi’s hands rustled as you suddenly fling your arms around his shoulders once you reach the next street light.

akaashi lets out a huff at the sudden embrace but when he turns his head to face you, you can clearly see his smile hasn’t faded away one bit—just as content with the notion of his answer as you were.

“you really mean that?” you tease in a whisper, fingers playing with the hair at the base of his neck.

“of course i mean it,” he whispers back. he means it like he means every word he’s written to you on the page. he means it like every moment of every day he spends with you.

you lean in for a soft kiss, feeling your smiling lips against one another. akaashi’s hands are still occupied with the bags, so your arms hug him tighter and closer before you two finally pull away.

“where do you keep them?” still so close that your lips brush against akaashi’s as you speak, you try to question even further.

“oh, i can’t tell you that.”

“why?”

“can’t have you finding them and spoiling them for yourself. some of those will be for our wedding one day, after all.”

   streetcorner ᵕ̈         akaashi keiji x gn reader ( pt. three ) ˎˊ˗

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you were wrong. “different” wound up being quite bad.

two weeks. two weeks.

you haven’t seen keiji— no, akaashi at the drink machine for two weeks.

14 days. 10 work day mornings. two weekends.

that first weekend went by, and you did your chores and errands with what you hate to admit was a little bit of "pep" in your step. because getting through your usual lineup of weekend responsibilities felt like they were leading up to something, knowing they counted down to a first-of-the-week workday—or more specifically a workday morning—spent with your new friend.

but then monday morning came, and you found that although the canned beverage you always get out of the street corner vending machine was warm, by your side at that machine was filled with nothing but the cold winter air.

‘he must’ve partied really hard this past weekend with those work friends. i’ll give him a bit if he’s running late,’ you so innocently thought.

10 minutes passed, and he still hadn’t shown up. not wanting to start off your week showing up late again, you decided to leave the street corner and head to work. you’ll probably see him the next day, anyway. one day without your little morning chat wasn’t going to be the end of the world...

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

tuesday.

you stuck around for 15 minutes. no sign of him or his tan coat or his glasses or those shiny professional-looking shoes.

'god, i hope he's not sick. it's all those cold lattes in this freezing weather. i warned him about that!"

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

wednesday.

the train passed. nothing.

ting! ting! ting!

nothing but the sound of you nervously pulling on the tab of your drink greeted you this morning. your drink was long gone by then, and so was your hope you'd see him again.

you tossed the can in the trash bin, pulled your scarf higher onto your face, and hid away from the waking city with your hands snug in your coat pockets–embarrassed you had gotten your hopes up so high.

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

that thursday–yet another day where you faced a solitary morning–your frustration at the whole situation festered and bubbled over in the form of working overtime at the restaurant.

because walking home alone from a shift was one thing, but knowing the next morning you'd be met with the same solitude–when you had just had a taste of what it was like not dealing with loneliness picking away at you every day–made the whole journey back to your apartment that much worse than it ever was before.

you were on your hands and knees, scrubbing away at the hardwood floors until you saw your dejected reflection. you wiped the tables down until they were spotless. you made sure the kitchen was in pristine condition for the old man and woman to enjoy cooking in it the next day.

tick, tick, tick

the aged and rusted clock on the wall by the cash register mocked you as you continued brewing over your situation.

you definitely came off as a creep! bringing him food unwarranted? but he had bought you your drink in return? oh, and had given you that drink with the casual drop of his first name. as if you two were really friends!

but why? maybe he was just messing with you. maybe he sensed how much of a loner you kind of really are. maybe he would seriously opt to take the longer way to work just so he didn't have to deal with you in the mornings anymore.

was he even telling you the truth about his work? was "akaashi keiji" even his real name?

what drove you crazy the most was how easy it was for him to infiltrate your days for that short week, preventing them from droning on by simply showing up at a street corner on your way to work.

'how pathetic', you thought about yourself.

it wasn't until he came along that the reality of your sacred routine became apparent to you. you had been convincing yourself for weeks that it was fine but no, you guessed it was true–you felt alone in this city.

he effortlessly cracked the foundations of the motions you went through each day to stay sane, and what? then he just gets to disappear out of nowhere?

leaving you with nothing but... well, yourself. alone. again.

“different” wound up being quite bad, and painful, and lonely

but so did going back to "normal", apparently.

you sat at the counter of the restaurant, the clock in your hands still ticking away, but now you had cleaned it all up. it looked as good as new.

at least you had the old couple's reaction as something to look forward to the next morning.

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

on friday you sat behind the register as you watched the customers come and go. in the small restaurant booths they sat across from each other–some couples here, some suit-and-tie-clad groups of office workers there, maybe the occasional group of friends still in their school uniforms.

you observed as they smiled at one another and laughed together. it was like each booth was its own bubble for the people to escape mundane reality with for even just one meal.

then they would come up to you, your time watching through a window over as your existence at the resister marked a snap back to reality for them. you–standing all by yourself amidst the rest of the lives that continued on in this city, as you took their money and counted out their change before they would leave and never give your existence a though ever again.

when that got to be enough for you, you even tried watching whatever sappy drama channel the old couple liked to keep playing on the old boxy television as it sat on a small shelf high up in the corner of the room. but that didn't really help either, the people on screen were also happily interacting with loved ones and friends.

the workday continued on like that until closing time, when the old couple decided to stick around for a bit, even as you attempted busying yourself with overtime tasks to avoid walking home.

they put on the restaurant's old karaoke machine, and you happily watched as they sang and danced together with the minimal movements that their age allowed them to enjoy on a friday night.

at one point, the old woman even urged you to stop spraying and wiping down the restaurant windows, and you sang and danced to a few songs along with them, too.

the walk home that night wasn't actually too bad–the scenes of you and the owners' little party replaying in your head as you walked down the street, softly smiling to yourself as you didn't even realize you had passed the drink machine on the street corner.

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

saturday morning you wake up and stare up at your ceiling. you heard the sound of cars and trains pass by, and small city birds sing to yawning street cats just outside your window.

usually by now, you would be done grocery shopping and would be moving onto meal prepping for the week ahead. but your thoughts kept swirling around that stupid soft spoken guy, the one who always pressed the vending machine button for a cold latte in the middle of winter.

akaashi keiji. akaashi keiji.

before you knew it you were tapping away at your phone's keypad.

a-k-a-a-s-h-i...

you looked him up on every social media app you had downloaded on your phone.

k-e-i-j-i...

but damn, all the accounts you came across were either definitely not him or were privated.

you huffed and let your head sink back into your cool pillow. why were you still trying? you had to accept your one week of mornings with him was just some spontaneous and cruel string events the universe just tossed at you for its own amusement, one to come in and change the trajectory of how you felt about your whole life–that's all.

outside, you can hear the screech of a cat and the beating of bird wings, assumably after being scaring off by the cat. softly, you laugh to yourself picturing the scene in your mind.

then your thoughts drift to the stray cat that used to linger around your childhood home. it was grey and had a white belly. you and your friends would coddle it after school, or would give it a brief petting as you would stumble onto the back porch after a night out in-between semesters during university.

this was all before you moved away, that is.

god, you were homesick. but it wasn't like you could simply move back in the blink of an eye. you worked hard to get a place for yourself in the city. you've worked hard as you figured out what you want to do with your life. you just wish figuring it out wouldn't have to be so lonely.

but then, you thought of an idea.

you looked at your bank account to check the costs. it was definitely an expense you'd have to make up for, but that old couple was generous in that they always paid if you went overtime. more late nights meant you'd probably make back the money–and blow off even more steam–fairly quickly.

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

the next day, sunday, you decide to get a cat...

you recalled in your contract that your apartment allows it, so why not?

who needed a good-looking stranger to keep you company on a daily basis, anyway?

you set out on getting it the basics (treats, food bowl, a bed, a litter box, etc.) since you could always get more later depending on what your new feline friend might be like.

during that first half of the day, you drifted from store to store, picking out the perfectly humble items to greet your cat as soon as it arrived in its new home. your eyes always ended up glancing over any display rack of magazines you could find in the stores, maybe subconsciously searching for a certain combination of kanji on the covers' credits–but you never spotted it.

upon finally arriving at the pet store, the worker warmly greeted you at from the front desk and you asked if he could direct you to the cats. now you find yourself standing in front of a tall cat tree, a dozen or so cats of different colors and patterns jumping from one perch to another or adamantly scratching their claws at parts of the tree's fluffy material.

you didn't want an exact copy of the one from home, per say (it undoubtedly would've made you even more homesick), but then your eyes landed on one particular cat. it was a calico, and it was peacefully curled up a little ways away from the chaos of the cat tree. sunlight beamed through the pet shop's big front window and fell straight on the cat, making it and it's white, orange, brown, and black patches almost appear luminescent.

finding yourself crouching down to look at it closer, it sensed your new presence, and lazily opened one of its eyes amidst it's nap. you felt a familiar warmth stir up in your chest at how cute the calico was–a sensation you last had felt a long, long time ago.

"that one's a boy," you hear the worker pipe up behind you, seeing your interest, "he likes to keep to himself, so he's not a troublemaker or anything, either."

"i'd like to give him a home, then," the words fall from your lips as you stare directly into the glowing hazel iris of the calico's eye staring back at you.

once you and your new cat made it back to your apartment, you didn't even really food prep or finish the laundry for the week ahead like you probably should have. instead, you became enamored with just observing your new friend–one you hope wouldn't ditch you like the last one did.

smiling, you watched him as he sauntered around to survey the furnishings of your living space, you spent time with him as you gently ran your hands along his fur.

you thought to yourself as you grew fonder to the cat more and more by the second, 'you'll can keep me company in the mornings for now on.... or and at night when i get home from work... and even the weekends!" (something your last "new friend" would never have been able to do, anyway.)

it took a bit to decide on a name in your head, but finally you cooed at the calico as it hopped next to you on the couch where you were sitting, "it's you and i now, yamato!"

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

the second week without akaashi, you purposefully avoided the drink machine. you figured out a different route (granted, the first time you tried it on monday, you were late to work because you got lost). subsequently, you kind of gave up on coffee for a while (granted, you felt a tad bit more tired on the day-to-day if you had to be honest).

but each morning instead of caffeine, you were met with the lovely presence of yamato sauntering around as you went about the apartment getting ready before heading out to work. thankfully what the pet shop owner said was tried and true: yamato never gave you any problems the first week he spent with you in your apartment.

you had to account for the chores you didn't get to on that weekend, when you were moping around and getting a cat. but again, yamato was there to keep you company as you were sweeping the floor around the couch, or leaning over to hang up laundry on your tiny balcony, or tossing together whatever you had in the fridge to constitute as small dinners for one to greet you on the nights you came back from long days at work.

busy, busy, busy is what you made yourself.

the old couple at the restaurant were a great help in this, as well. the months you've spent with them meant they grew more comfortable having you around, they'd always subtly complain about something breaking or in need of renovation, and of course you would offer to help to stay longer. (you always loved seeing the delight that radiated off of them when you would stay to help, and sometimes you would wonder if they ever had any kids or grandkids of your own. you never bothered to ask though, maybe that was a bit too personal.)

one particular day, however, was especially grueling. the restaurant got much busier than usual because of a festival that was being help nearby. one hungry festival-goer after the other popped into the small establishment–every seat would be taken up, dishes continuously were being served out, and there was barely any wiggle room to do it all because the customers opted to wait inside to dodge the cold weather outdoors.

your employers urged you to go home and rest as soon as it was all over, and though you'd usually find an excuse to work overtime for not just the pay anymore but to spend more time with the old man and woman, tonight you found yourself happily obliging to depart early.

a night spent watching tv with yamato curled in your lap didn't sound too bad, after all.

as you walk through the streets, you feel your eyelids physically giving up on you. your efforts of the past week trying to make your life work out in at least some way was finally catching up to you. but you thought of yamato, and how bad you felt he'd been left alone to his own devices at home on the long days you've been working late.

you owed it to your new furry friend to stay awake for that movie tonight.

caffeine. that should do the trick, you thought. but you didn't want to enter a 7/11. you always hated how the the lights would be too bright, and tonight they would probably give your waning brain a headache, when you just wanted a calm evening to yourself and your cat.

but the only other way of obtaining some form of liquid booster at an hour like this would be some kind of vending machine. there were none on your new route back from and to work, though. it was a fact that's been great in avoiding thinking about the events of two weeks ago, but not when you were actually craving your usual latte right now.

it was what, almost midnight? what harm could there be visiting that old warm-and-cold-option vending machine on the street corner near your apartment building, anyway? at least you wouldn't have to be seeing it in the daylight–a handful of remiss memories attached to a scene like that.

so you make some turns and you're nearing that exact spot. you rub your eyes in exhaustion as you round the corner, but as you look up, you see a figure already standing there, swiping their card at the machine.

the faint lights from the vending machine display illuminate the front of them, and you notice a pair of glasses blocked out by the display's light reflecting off of them. the light forming little shapes on the top of the person's shiny shoes. a tan coat.

"keiji?"

the figure, startled, turns to face you. you still can't really make out their face in the dimness of the street corner alley. they don't say anything for a moment.

you idiot, you think to yourself. part of you wants to book it, because there's no way that could be him–he has no business being here so late.

but the other part of you keeps your feet in place on the pavement. you feel it again, a small ounce of hope, that a friend has returned into your lonely little life.

"y/n?"

that voice. that's definitely him.

clunk!

you hear his drink tumble into the vending machine's slot, and the familiar sound brazenly fills the street. but the two of you don't flinch.

what was he doing back here?

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This was so cute i sobbed

Hi Lex! I’d like to request what Bokuto, Akaashi, and Iwazumi would likely do and or gift you for your anniversary? :) and maybe even what you’d get him!

➵ WHAT THE HAIKYUU BOYS DO FOR YOU ON YOUR ANNIVERSARY

a/n: oooh this is so cute! i’m leaving out the part for what you’d get him bc it’s getting too long hehe <3 also please let me know if you prefer this hc format or my usual ones!! request rules

type/genre: headcanons; fluff fluff fluff!! kinda cheesy but it is what it is

PLEASE REBLOG IF YOU ENJOYED <33

✿ BOKUTO KŌTARŌ

first thing in the morning, bokuto will knock on the bedroom door and enter with a huge bouquet in his arms, practically covering his broad torso.

his way of waking you up consists of peppering your whole face with little kisses and sealing it with a final kiss on the lips.

he would happily tell you all about the picnic he planned out for the two of you.

like the gentleman that he is, he’ll carry the giant wicker basket filled with cute mini sandwiches, pre-peeled oranges and a jug of sweet peach tea in his arms.

he sets out a large blanket on the grass for both of you to sit on, and bo wanders around while you take the pre-prepared food out.

after half an hour, he’ll come out from the bushes with a handful of white daisies in hand, eyes sparkling with glee.

“why’d you keep giving me flowers today, bo?” you ask, grateful but confused.

he plucks one of the daisy stems from his grasp and tucks it behind your ear, smiling brightly as he admires your face.

“it’s because you’re beautiful,” he beams, “and the flowers are beautiful! it matches perfectly.”

even after all this time, you’re still caught off guard by the genuineness in his voice.

whenever he says these things, he’s not just being nice—he’s being honest, which is what makes it so much more special.

✿ AKAASHI KEIJI

akaashi wakes up extra early in the morning to cook you breakfast.

he’ll take time to make homemade pancakes for you—from scratch!

he would gently knock on your door and carry the plate filled with pancakes to the bedroom so that the sweet scent of vanilla is the first thing you wake up to in the morning.

both of you might eat breakfast in bed together while watching the latest episode of your favorite TV show.

after you’re done enjoying the fresh pancakes, he draws you a relaxing bath and tells you to get ready for the plans he arranged for today.

the two of you decide to have a quick lunch in your favorite restaurant—the place where you had your first date with akaashi

after you’re done eating, he kisses the back of your hand and guides you to the planetarium, where he had booked out the whole venue for the evening

and when you gape at him in disbelief, he would only smile and press a soft kiss on your forehead.

“i don’t deserve any of this,” you sniff.

“you deserve the world, angel.” akaashi says, eyes full of tenderness, “i want you to know that, and i’ll do everything in my power to make you happy.”

he takes your hands and gently places them on his shoulder, smiling softly when you clasp your fingers together on the back of his neck.

the two of you sway along the planetarium’s background music, foreheads touching, like there’s no one else more important than each other.

“i love you,” you whisper, eyelashes fluttering as akaashi plants a small kiss on the tip of your nose.

“i love you too,” he says, voice firm and unwavering.

✿ IWAIZUMI HAJIME

you wake up to iwaizumi waiting for you in the kitchen, brewing a cup of hot coffee.

he doesn’t even need to ask how you want your coffee made, he practically knew it by heart after years of being together.

he sets the mug on the table and presses a small kiss on the crown of your head before walking over to the couch, nervously reaching over for a big scrapbook filled with pictures of the two of you over the years, accompanied with little notes beside each one.

as you admire the amount of care he puts into making this album of your relationship, he hands you a cream envelope and motions for you to open it.

inside, there were two tickets, yellow in color, for a ride on the ferris wheel during the sunset.

he cooks you some homemade curry and rice, and urges you to eat it quickly so you can catch the train in time for sunset.

he held your hand tight the whole way there, and still refused to let go when you’re on the ferris wheel.

it was only when your carriage stops at the very top for a few short seconds that iwaizumi lets go of your hands to cup your face instead, kissing you softly, gently.

“i know i’m not always the best in expressing my love in sentences, but i hope you can truly feel how much i love you.” he sighs, offering you a half smile.

“oh, hajime,” tears are forming in your eyes, “you make me feel like i’m the most loved person in this world.”

his thumb grazes your cheekbone as he looks you in the eyes, eyebrows furrowed.

“well, you’re the most loved person in my world,” he mutters bashfully, “and you deserve it all. really.”

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“have you heard of the multiverse theory?”

akaashi looks up from his book, “what’s that my love?”

you shuffle closer to him on the couch, “it’s this whole theory about how there are multiple universes and how there are multiple versions of ourselves living in them.”

“interesting,” akaashi mumbles, closing his book to look down at you, “what do you think we’re like?”

you think for a moment, a small smile appearing on your face, “i mean i hope i’m cool,” you tell him as a small laugh leaves akaashi’s lips. “i’d want to be some kind of badass fighter who goes to fight space monsters. if not i’d love to be the ruler of a kingdom with a pretty outfit and a crown.”

“that’s,” he laughs, “very farfetched.”

“well it is farfetched here, but in other universes, it could be a whole different story,” you reason.

“very fair,” akaashi thinks, “they might have better technology for space travel than we do.”

“and they might have kingdoms that i could be an heir to,” you pout, “why does this universe have to suck so much?”

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