Akaashi Brainrot:

So kiss me

Miya Atsumu x Reader | Fluff

It’s Atsumu’s last summer in Hyogo before he is due to move to Tokyo to begin his training with the MSBY Black Jackals. He has one last thing to do before he leaves.

A/N: Inspired by Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer, recommend listening to it while you read!! Repost bc tags 🙃

Beneath the milky twilight, muffled giggles and clumsy feet stumble down a rocky trail, disrupting the usual quietude of the forest. It’s not long till the two figures responsible for the ruckus appear through the thick cluster of trees, steps slowly coming to a halt as they finally approach the clearing one had been leading the other to.

“Tsumu” you breathe, lips barely able to utter the name as you take in the sight before you.

Your fingers laced through Atsumu’s fall limp before they completely detach, hovering over your mouth in disbelief instead. When Atsumu had appeared at your doorstep claiming there was one last thing to do before summer ended, or, as you two both stubbornly refused to voice, before he left for Tokyo, this had not crossed your mind, not even for a second.

Beside you, the blonde is wearing a proud smile, eyes trained intently on your features that he’s so desperately trying to commit to memory. Your parted lips, the gap between them just wide enough to let out a whisper of his name. Your glistening eyes, capable of outshining even the brightest stars. Your trembling hands, opening and closing, as if unsure of what to do with itself. He wants to remember every detail.

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FISJFJWKSQ I LOVE THIS

“red or blue?” kuroo holds out two ties in front of you, his dress shirt sleeves rolled out to his elbows and you avert your gaze to ignore the lazy smile he has on.

“blue dulls out your eyes,” you say, voice flat as you turn your back away from him.

you grin, “if you wear the red you might seduce Hinata enough to recruit him.”

“oya,” he hums, taking a step closer towards you, ignoring the fact that you’re still trying to shuffle away. “you’re not mad at me anymore?”

you roll your eyes. it’s been a few weeks since he left your anniversary dinner early to pick bokuto up from the airport, and honestly, your anger’s flamed out a bit dull now, but of course, that doesn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy him striving for your affection for just a little bit more.

you turn to face him, ignoring how his grin widens and you push his hand away.

you take the red tie in your hands, glaring as you stare at his face and he relaxes in your touch as you bring the fabric around his neck.

you’ve never seen him actually fix his tie perfectly before— no, it’s always been you behind the beauty of those knots, and by the way you see partial relief in his eyes, you know he knows this too.

“i’m mad at my husband,” you tell him, focusing more on looping the red fabric in your hands than the way he's trudging to bring his face closer to yours.

you sigh, “but if the head of JVA asks me which tie makes his eyes pop then i’m obviously going to help him in that.”

“the head of JVA is lame,” kuroo pouts, his hand pushing yours away for a second and brings your face to look up to his.

he tells you, softness in his voice, “your husband misses you.”

you push him off, “whatever.”

ignoring his groans, you leave the room. the soft placing of your steps indulging in the annoyed muttering of your name.

you call out with a concealed grin, “i’m going to shower.”

it doesn’t take long for kuroo to come to where you stood, his grin lazy and inviting — like the ones he’d give you every time he insisted on paying for dinner.

there’s a towel thrown over his shoulder. disregarding the fact that he’s already dressed and ready for work, he stands over you.

his eyes sly as he says, “what a coincidence, i’m going to shower too.”

“nope.” you snort, pushing past him. “nice try though.”

he groans, throwing his head back and he looks to you, pleading, “it’s been three weeks.”

you smile. the first one all day. “too bad, but i am still mad at my husband.”

“screw him,” kuroo’s quick with his words, his words entangled with a string of laughter, and he inches closer to you, “sleep with the head of JVA instead, he’s wearing a stunning red tie— i heard it makes his eyes pop.”

you laugh. the one that you only had reserved for his annoying jokes, and you don’t notice it but there’s only fondness in his eyes as he stares at you.

he missed you so much.

let the past die, kill it if you have to

Fushiguro Megumi x Fem. Reader

desc: sparring with your boyfriend turns into an emotional unpacking of sorts.

a/n: okay but i promise it’s not ALL angst. i just can’t do that to myself, y’know? soft endings make me smile. also the title is a quote from kylo ren because i can’t think of another name. thank you very much.

warnings: angst, mentions death, blood, anxiety, trauma

wc: 3.5k

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“Is… is there really any point to this,” you pant. 

You’re hunched over with your hands on your knees, struggling to suck in a breath. 

For such a pretty day, you hadn’t planned on spending it getting sweaty, much less sparring with someone. If you’d wanted to drip sweat and ruin your hair, you would have preferred to go for a jog or hit the gym… but you certainly hadn’t asked to sink your fists into your boyfriend’s hands today.

Fushiguro adjusts the collar to his white button-down shirt and sighs, “I already told you, yes.”

There’s hardly a drop of sweat on him. 

If anything, he looks refreshed after an hour of gentle sparring. The only sign of physical exertion is a slight cherry-pink tint shown on his cheeks - even then, it could just be the product of a little too much sun on his pale skin. In comparison to the dark-haired boy’s youthful stamina, you feel like a feeble, old lady; maybe you should invest in a cane so that you look like one too. 

“But why now? You’ve never asked to teach me before.”

You don’t usually whine around Megumi - he’s too practical to take your complaints very seriously anyway - but today, you just can’t seem to help it. It’s a gripe that’s been sitting at the tip of your tongue all morning. 

For someone so reserved, he really had a way of working you to the bone. Why does he feel the need to drag you out to a random field to punch and kick and fall down when you likely couldn’t even outmaneuver a child? It’s counterintuitive and a big waste of your time. 

But he doesn’t seem to think so.

“I don’t want you to be defenseless.”

You stand back up, your lungs having finally recovered. 

“I wouldn’t call this defense. You’re literally just teaching me how to slug a guy in the face,” you say flatly while looking down to examine your hands.

“Don’t try to punch someone in the face, y/n. You’ll-”

“-break my fingers, yeah, I know. You already told me that…” you glance back up and roll your eyes. “Don’t take everything I say so literally.” A smile plays at your lips.

Fushiguro sighs in response. He wears his usual frustrated frown (which he maintains is just his resting face) and trudges toward you.

You eye him and swipe a bunched-up fist across your forehead before dropping it back to your side.

In a few short strides, he’s in front of you, blue eyes hooded and lips drawn into a firm line. He gives you a once over, probably measuring how well you’re holding up so far. You just hope that he’ll call it a day… but it’s not looking like that’s going to happen anytime soon.

He blinks. Then, without warning, Fushiguro reaches down and wraps a hand gently around your lowered wrist. He uses his other hand to conduct your upper arm so that it’s parallel to the ground. You let his warm hands guide your movements slowly and meticulously while he trains his eyes on your positioning. If you weren’t already acquainted with his inscrutable stares, you might’ve been battling a blush right now, but you’ve grown used to your boyfriend’s habits.

Although, for someone who’d just been blocking your kicks and tripping you up, Fushiguro is being awfully careful with you. His fingers, scarred and rough, are delicate on your skin. 

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Seasons of love - K.Akaashi

Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Reader

Warnings: Fluff to angst TW//breakups, slight? cheating? I'll tag it just in case

Summary: You met him in the summer, and much like the seasons, things fade eventually

Its summer when you fall in love. Hot afternoons cleaning classrooms, the smell of chalk wafting in the air as you wipe down the blackboard. The air is sticky and humid as the sun sets, casting an orange glow throughout the room.

Akaashi's hands wrap around your waist, head coming to rest on your shoulder as he watches your hand wipe over the board.

It's not unusual, Akaashi had always been more affectionate with you, the result of late study sessions in the library, scooting closer and closer until your shoulders touch, sharing warmth as the wind howled outside, shy smiles exchanged as Akaashi softly explained the concepts under the dim lights.

"Go out with me." It's whispered right into your ear sending shivers up your spine as you grin.

"If that's what you want." His lips are gently pressed against your cheek, soft and tender and telling you he loves you.

It's been months since he's liked you, but it's only now under the warm summer sunset that he realizes he really, really loves you. And you loved him.

It's fall when the love you share only grows, as you giggle at the school entrance talking about how his jersey is in locker #5, cleaned and ready for you to wear should you choose to.

The sound of cheering as Akaashi looks up at you, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand as you do the same. It's like a secret only the two of you know, and you don't break eye contact as he gets hugged by his teammates, the atmosphere electric with celebration and joy.

Akaashi jogging toward you, beaming as you open your arms for him to slot himself into, breathing in the smell of your shampoo, and laughing lightly when he notices his jersey on your frame.

"It looks nice, you should wear it forever."

You're laughing with him as he clasps your hands in his, giving you a twirl to see you from all around.

And then he's pulling you into him, head buried into your neck as he kisses it slightly, feeling you sigh with happiness.

"Maybe I should wear this forever." You grin, and he peeks his head out from where it was and smiles softly, a smile just for you.

"If that's what you want."

The cheering gets louder as Bokuto and the rest of Fukrodani walk down the hallway, clearly searching for their setter.

"Go, I'll be fine." You whisper into his ear, watching him perk up, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek and jogging over to the team with a small smile.

It's winter as the arguments start, Akaashi's personality becoming as cold as the winter winds as he pulls away, busying himself with schoolwork, homework, practice, and repeat.

The cold rain falls in sheets outside as you scream at him, he didn't have to get so close to that girl in the library, whispering right into her ear with as he explained some science concept.

You hadn't meant to start the argument in the middle of the gym, but he had essentially avoided you all day. Answering text messages with curt responses, smiling dryly at you in school and letting go of your hand when you go to the school gates.

"It's not fair Keiji. I thought you loved me." Your voice is raw with hurt, and everyone just shifts awkwardly as they try and leave quickly, not wanting to step into Akaashi's personal life.

"I did. I did love you." He's rolling his eyes, finding the whole argument pointless.

Each argument is as cold as ice and hits like a bullet, knocking you down with harsh words.

"She's just a friend anyways."

No- No you knew the look he gave her, the soft words he whispered into her ear, and the shy smiles that graced his lips.

All things he did for you. All things that he promised not to share with anyone else.

You leave the gym sobbing, heartbroken and painfully single. The rain beating down on you and chilling you to the bone as you speed past worried wing spikers and middle blockers.

It hurt, it hurt when you screamed at him, asking if he wanted to break up, and all that came out of his chapped lips was;

"If that's what you want."

Spring is the season of new beginnings and moving on, at least, that's what you thought as you came to the volleyball game with a friend, watching with a scowl as you deliberately avoided his eyes.

And then it happened, his hand reached up as his lips kisses the back of his hand, and your heart drops as you frantically look around, eyes landing on a girl 5 or so seats away, a dreamy look in her eyes as she kissed the back of her hand with him. A secret that they shared.

The room feels too small as you realize he's moved on quicker than you had, and Akaashi watches with a pang in his chest as you get up and leave, hand over your mouth as you try not to sob.

Because of course, breaking up was what you wanted.

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“tuna with mayo.” inumaki says, his voice excited to be standing in front of you, and he knows you can’t see it, not behind his mask, but whenever he sees you, he can never hold himself back from smiling.

you blink, quite unsure of what to do with the words just said to you, and you try to keep confusion from arising in your face.

it’s been a really long day, and the last thing you need is this oddly white haired boy (with a very intimidating green haired girl by his side) to actually order fish with mayonnaise.

fish with mayonnaise in a café.

“sorry,” you smile, polite, “we don’t have that here.”

and you watch as the boy in front of you, face covered with a black mask and all, nod his head, the tips of his ears turning a dark hue of pink.

“that’s not what he meant.” the girl beside him tells you, the corners of her lips turning slightly upwards, and you feel much comfortable with her presence.

the two of them — they make an odd pair.

you tilt your head, “sorry?”

and inumaki shakes his head, his eyes intently following your every move, and he says, his voice shy, “shake.”

(now, you’re even more confused.)

“ignore him.” maki tells you, and her attention is all the way back to the menu above your head.

inumaki keeps his glance on you still, the tips of his ears along with the rest of his face stained with an unwashable color of pink, and his eyes perk up when he sees you finally look back at him again.

his voice is excited, “salmon!”

and you look at him, blinking, “this is a café.”

and his shoulders fall again, the smile reaching his eyes dimming, and you honestly feel like those weren’t the words you were supposed to reply with.

you feel like you’re being pranked right now, because what in the hell is going on?

maki nods finally, shrugging her shoulders, and she looks back at you, “he’ll just have what i’m having.”

and inumaki nods, silently by her side, “shake.”

“right,” you jot down their orders, still a bit loopy from the weird conversation, “i’m sorry, it’s just been a really busy day.”

and maki tells you, “no worries.” her voice stoic, but gentle enough to make you feel better.

her friend, inumaki (as she’s told you), has left her side now to get them a table, and a part of you’s relieved that his intense gaze is gone, but another still feels the guilt of having shot him down.

(not that you’d know, he said “shake” and you’re supposed to say what? “blender!”, you’re going to have a headache.)

“he comes here every chance he gets, you know.” maki’s voice pulls you from your thoughts.

“does he?” you smile, keeping polite conversation as you punch in her order, “this is my first week on register, so i don’t really notice a lot of the customers.”

and she nods, handing you a piece of tissue paper with the money to pay for the drinks.

“he’s weird.” she tells you, her shoulders rising.

you laugh, “i think he seems nice.”

“he is.” she nods, “but he’s still weird.”

you hand her her receipt, and she makes her way back to the table where inumaki signals for her return.

you catch his glance by a second, his eyes crinkling with a smile, the edges of his ears still a hot pink, and you think it’s fine when you send him back a small wave.

maki turns to you, “he thinks you’re cute.”

Miya Atsumu is a blanket hogger, not because he likes the added warmth of being sandwiched in his blanket; but because he always believed in monsters under the bed. Osamu calls him weird, but Atsumu insists that it’s better safe than sorry. As long as he’s safe under the covers, the monsters, demons, or ghost can’t reach him. 

So obviously, it’s Atsumu’s duty to protect you right? You weren’t ask picky as him about the blanket but you’d always find yourself waking up in his arms with the blankets wrapped around the both of you. Your legs securely tucked under the sheets and your waist held tightly with his arms. It was sweet. 

And you wouldn’t have suspected anything at all until you took a nap on the couch. The summer heat making you sweat so you let the blanket fall to the ground as you continue snoozing into the cushions. You tried hard to fall into slumber but the way the humidity stuck to you like glue kept you in a daydream state with your eyes closed. 

But soon, you heard the pitter patter of footsteps of your boyfriend. A sigh on his lips and the soft fabric of the blanket being slowly placed onto your body. For a few seconds you refused to move, despite the heat crawling on you, you feel him start to tuck the blanket against your frame. A slight hum on his lips and when he reaches your torso, you turn to look at him. An amused smile on you. 

“What are you doing?” 

Atsumu doesn’t feel embarrassed, he continues to tuck you in, mumbling softly, “Making sure the demons don’t get to you while you sleep.” 

It makes your heart melt, especially when you think about the amount of times Atsumu has removed or stolen Osamu’s blankets; but the fact that he was here, right at this moment, trying to make sure you wouldn’t be taken by the demons. You break free from the blanket burrito, arms capturing your man to bring him to you and you smother him with kisses. 

hot moments | atsumu, osamu, kuroo, sakusa, akaashi

just some hot haikyuu boy things. i’ll be thinking of these for the rest of the day. i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it >:)

━ atsumu 

» when he wears a white shirt in the rain … imagine rain seeping through his shirt, making see-through, not completely see-through, just enough to see his toned muscles. the way the cloth clings onto his biceps- 

he’s a whole meal. 

» when he stretches and his shirt lifts ever so slightly to reveal his tummy. he’s caught the way your eyes widened as you watched, but never said anything about it ;) 

» when he sits with one knee propped up, his elbow resting on that knee …. mhm. mhmmm~ 

» when he casually palms ur butt or wraps his hand around your waist in public. when he walks around with his arm hung loosely over your shoulders, it lets you play with his hand too 🥺

━ osamu 

» his weight on one foot, one hand rested on the countertop while the other casually flips pan 

» when he throws dough up in the air and makes it look so easy 

i can watch him cook in the kitchen for days <3 

» ‘samu in black aprons. YES. YES YES YES 

» ‘samu wiping his sweat off with his forearm, looking as focused and unbothered as ever 

» when he cups your chin when feeding you food to avoid spilling anything. we love a caring man <33 

━ kuroo 

» IT’S THE WAY HE WEARS SUITS/BUTTON-UPS TO WORK EVERYDAY FOR ME 

» when his tie hangs slightly loose djfksldkfj 🤧(it makes you want to pull him by his tie and smoosh your lips against his)

» when he smirks (which is like 24/7, but that’s the point 😼)

» WHEN HE ROLLS UP HIS SLEEVES 

» when he takes sips from the matching coffee mugs he bought for the two of you 

» WHEN HE WEARS A WATCH AROUND HIS WRIST

i bet he’s real good with technology related stuff too >:) he’ll be able to recover ur lost files <3 

━ sakusa 

» when he steps out the shower, towel hanging dangerously low around his waist (his low ab lines are clearly defined), he flips his wet curls back and ruffles his hair using another towel

» and then he looks up at you with a goofy smile, completely unaware of how mesmerized you are 

» when he walks around with his hands in his pocket, looking like the CEO OF EVERYWHERE 😤

» when he occasionally sticks his hand in YOUR POCKET, gets your stomach fluttery every time <33

» open eye kisses. his eye contact daring you to deepen the kiss 😻makes you weak at the knees 

━ akaashi 

» every time he has his glasses on <33 

» when he’s working on transcript and occasionally taps his pen against his lips

» when he softly blows on hot drinks before taking a sip 

» when he slides his arm through his jacket sleeves- 

» WHEN HE SMILES THAT GENUINE SMILE OF HIS 

» when he softly chuckles at you, hiding his face behind his palm but you can still see the crinkle in his eyes 🥺

» HE’S TOO KIND FOR HIS OWN GOOD. he’s good with kids, animals, elderly people, literally everyone love him, as they should. husband material 😻

♪ — BECAUSE YOU’RE SPECIAL

❥ summary: the things they’d do for you and only you

❥ characters: scaramouche ; kazuha ; xiao ; venti

❥ content: fluff, gn reader

❥ note: just some cute fluffy anemo content!! i worked vv hard so pls enjoy!

♪ SCARAMOUCHE

•  he would follow you anywhere, without question and without a doubt, trusting your own judgement wholeheartedly. if you were to say where you wanted to go, he’s on it in a moment; mapping out the best way to get there, making a list of the supplies you need, and writing down everything that you should take note of in a small blue notebook.

•  it’s an amazing experience, traveling the world with scaramouche. he’s truly brilliant and prepared for anything (in his own unique way) and harbors his own sort of pleased liking for these excursions. there’s a strange, sharply thoughtful clarity that seems to be reserved privately for your journeys across teyvat, and it feels almost like a painfully longing love that replaces his usual apathy and discomfort whenever he’s with you.

•  he dismisses all of your suggestions of payment or anything of the like, the only reward he expects for his hard work is the privilege to come with you on your trip. truly, he only wants to experience it all with you, the action of being at your side as you see everything, the ability to point out all you should take note of is intoxicating enough for him. 

•  the dazzled look in your eyes as you take in the awe inducing sight of the glowing dainichi mikoshi, tiny golden crystalflies highlighted by the sparkling light of blue jade, the clanging bells and joyful shouts of hundreds of people passing through liyue harbor, even the bitter, nostalgic familiarity of amethyst bolts of lightning crackling over salty puddles of water … it’s his pleasure, and his payment, to see you encounter it all.

•  well, that … and maybe a kiss too? not that he’d ever voice it, but you can see the pink dusted blush whenever you pay him even a small compliment for his services, archons knows he deserves many more for his services, but he’d do it for free, just to be your companion in these travels and forever on.

♪ KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

•  he collects scraps of paper and keeps them hidden in boxes and folds of his red robes; all the emotions he can’t convey, his amateurish skills of manipulating words not always quite enough to tell you how he feels about you. pages, torn off strips of paper, crumbles of old, dusty scrolls littered with heartfelt words in scrawling handwriting, neatly printed type, beautifully drawn calligraphy.

•  all of it at the ready if you ever were to ask a question he couldn’t answer, silently giving you a note with all the words he doesn’t know how to say yet. someday he can put this aching into words, the way he feels awe when he takes all of you in, your beauty and the way you make him feel complete, how he’s just completely struck dumb by you.

•  he wants you to know, to be able to picture his emotions that are so painfully heartfelt, the earnestness of his innocent longing; how long he could think about you and you and you and nothing else, the way you fill his mind at all times and drift into his thoughts without him even meaning to.

•  some of it you already understand, his pale face flashes into an all consuming blush whenever you speak of, even casually and in passing, your affection for him; he does small favors for you without a second thought and makes sweet, romantic gestures that you return as best as you can, remembers even the tiniest details about you that he references with presents and jokes and everything he possesses to make you happy.

•  but if there’s even a chance that you can’t take in his whole feelings, that you’re not quite understanding how much he really, truly loves you, he’ll do everything he can to show you everything you are to him with these borrowed words that he wants to someday call his.

♪ XIAO

•  adepti don’t eat, but he’d try anything in the world if you asked him to, offering him dishes from all over liyue and even beyond, anything from cake to fruit juice to salads to barbecues. you buy the items from general stores and stalls along the roads, creating your own recipes that you excitedly offer him to sample, or exclaiming delightedly as you taste something new and then telling him to try it too.

•  he experiences all the new sensations in a way not unlike a younger kid trying things for the first time; his face screwed up in a cutely innocent expression as he sips a bitter, golden amber tinted tea, you counting off beats in the background until it floods into a delicious sweetness that reminds him of the refreshing taste of a cold plate of almond tofu and his eyes sparkle just a bit more.

•  he feels almost human, sampling the things you give him, whether you cooked them up yourself or purchased them from a restaurant, you always look excited to see his reaction and full of delight when he grants it a “it’s not for me” or “not bad” or “i like this one a lot”, always sugarcoating his reviews because you just seem so thrilled to hear his response.

•  of course, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it as well, this small experience that teases a mundane life, but it’s for your benefit that he gives such glowing praise; he doesn’t need to eat, after all, but your declarations of how he should even though he doesn’t have to ring with so much sincerity that he practically has no choice.

•  he admires you for how much you care about this, even if he himself has no opinion on it, and almost feels flattered sometimes, with wide eyed surprise that repeats itself every time you come to him with another plate, the disbelief that you’re offering him something of your own accord. he simply wants to see you happy, so if this is a way to make you smile, he’ll take every chance he can. 

♪ VENTI

•  the wind is at his constant beck and call as the anemo archon, and with a wave of his fingertips he can send spirals of breezy flurries through the atmosphere around him and you, teasing cool, cloudy wisps against your skin that make you shiver delightedly and laugh, your voice sounding sparklingly joyful and he can’t get enough of it.

•  there’s a constant, tiny buffet of wind lifting his blue tinted braids gently into the air; the same mild, soft breeze that twirls through your hair and spins your shirt sleeves into billowing puffs, so sweetly cool and constantly present that you can feel it even when you simply weave your hands through the air.

•  it can be soft, gentle, pillowing gusts of smooth clouds underneath you in calmer moments as trees rustle and dandelion seeds whirl through the air, or explosive bursts of furious wind when danger approaches, whipping everything around you into a frenzy as he weaves the sky itself into a weapon to defend, refusing to let any harm come to you.

•  it’s a precious and protective charm of his, the comfort that it brings him to cast you a tiny bit of fluttering gusts that rush past your face in shivery, paradoxical warmth, a reminder of his presence even when he isn’t physically there, a promise that he is still with you even when he is not, so you will always, always be safe.

•  the power of the wind is something he grants to only those strictly deserving, and who have gone through enough for him to decide they shall receive something to better their life with. but it’s beautiful, and it’s playful and carefree, and it fills the world and you with wonder, so to you he gives it freely because it is his power, and what is his power if not an extension of himself to please the one he loves?

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truthfully, miserably. [m. fushiguro]

the truth came to him like a drowning man’s first breath, but came far too late; you were already long gone.

cw: literally just angst. 

wc: 1.5k.

note: this doesn’t even have a plot??? it’s just me directing my bummed out energy on my poor baby megumi i feel so bad i have to like write him fluffly headcanons or something after this.

“you’re lying.” 

megumi stiffened his body to suppress the shudder that passed through him. he worried that those words would haunt him for the rest of his life. 

how terrifying it was to watch himself become undone by those two words. he’d known himself to be an honest man, a good man. it didn’t ever occur to him that lying about something as intangible, inconsequential as his own feelings could hurt someone; could make him a worse person. 

“it’s not the right time. i’m too busy to worry about you more than i already do.”

it had been an easy lie. so easy that he was mildly convinced of it himself until the moment you’d pulled it to pieces before him and turned your back on him with a suitcase in one hand. 

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akaashi was never one to tape his fingers to play volleyball, the thought never really crossed his mind. once upon a time, he did try it out but the sensation of cotton wrapped around his fingers felt unusual. perhaps it aided his performance but it didn’t help his itch to fidget with his digits. the tape fell out ten minutes into his game.

never is a strong word, so definitively negative. akaashi has never been in a plane. akaashi has never eaten vietnamese food. akaashi has never been in love. but ‘never’ doesn’t last long and it’s longevity is so pronounced in a childish game of ‘never have i ever’. akaashi knows this because one year, bokuto pronounced that he had never used a bike but the next year, after arduous hours of cycling lessons, he put a finger down.

the word never can be temporary, a simple exception turning an “i haven’t” to an “i have”.

akaashi has to make an exception to his no-finger-taping rule today. in a practice match at yet another training camp, the ball’s trajectory hit his greatest asset a little strangely and left him with aching fingers. ouch.

“i’m going to tape your fingers so that they hurt a little less, is that okay?”

the coach sent him to you, a volunteering first aid member at the camp to take care of his injury. akaashi is never easily enamoured by people but for whatever strange reason, his heart races at the sight of you. sparkling eyes, shiny hair, a beautiful smile. how could he not feel so magnetically connected?

so even though he’s said he’s never taped his fingers since he tried it, he lets you twirl the white cotton around each one just to see your face up close.

with hands awkwardly outstretched, he lets his eyes trail your digits winding the tape around his own. you look so alluring, he thinks, with your brows furrowed to focus. he forgets that he’s staring and only snaps out of his stupor when you catch him in the act, giving him a gentle upturn of your lips. perhaps in other circumstances he’d feel ashamed but akaashi’s rational emotions are overrun by the utter joy he feels seeing your smile.

he’s never been happier about embarrassing himself.

you continue your care taking, white fabric travelling around and around and around his fingers. the tape has always felt a little abrasive to him, a little out of place on his skin. however, your smooth movements of tape on his pointers in conjunction with the angelic glow that’s ever present on your face pushes the thought from his head. the white cotton doesn’t matter anymore, only you do.

a few tucks and you’ve finished your masterpiece. akaashi dislikes that he wants to hurt himself again just to soak in your delightful features once more.

“that should be good for now, just be careful when you’re on the court!” you beam at him cheerfully. akaashi thinks that he’d like to see that grin more often.

“thank you.” is his lame reply.

“of course!” you chirp back at him. there’s a quiet pause in between your words, almost as though the silence is speaking for the two of you. you open your mouth to continue in amongst the silence. “by the way, you play really well! i don’t know much about volleyball but from what i can see, you’re a really wonderful player.”

akaashi could physically feel his soul leaving his body.

not only were you so outwardly beautiful, your mind was just as charming! perhaps if your mind was reflected as a tangible being, it would look just like you do right now.

“thank you again. what’s your name?” he questions in an almost jaunty fashion. he curses his blank slate of a mind for his unusual behaviour. you give him your name and he thinks that you make it sound so good spilling from your lips.

“and you’re... akaashi, right?” he nods to your inquisition. his name sounds even better rolling off your tongue.

“alright akaashi, i’ll see you around.” you wave him off with a pearly white grin and he nods once more. with a small smile, he jogs back to the rest of the team to slide back into the match. it was almost like he’d never left.

never is a strong word. sometimes, one does not wish to break their vow of never accomplishing something. akaashi does it more than he likes to admit. sure, the doors of possibilities in his mind are open but there are a few that have remained shut. like taping his fingers. or falling in love. or letting himself form a crush on a stranger. let it be known that he only has a say in one of those doors staying sealed.

sometimes those doors are to remain closed off. sometimes they aren’t. you let akaashi know through your sweet smile that it’s okay to open more of them and let himself be more vulnerable.

some day he’ll tell you that. but lingering stares will suffice for now.