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4.5.25 - Bokuaka day! ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜
( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) Old Akaashi art I forgot to post
Bokuto and Akaashi in maid outfits ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
Bokuaka Fukurodani Edition ◉ ‿ ◉
If you look closely, you can see the paper texture on Bokuto and Akaashi :]
Quick Akaashi Keiji sketch I did on my flight ◉ ̫ ◉
Favourite Haikyuu!! Character From Each Team
Karasuno: Tadashi Yamaguchi
Aoba Johsai: Hajime Iwaizumi
Nekoma: Morisuke Yaku
Fukurodani: Keiji Akaashi
Shiratorizawa: Satori Tendou
Inarizaki: Rintaro Suna
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some stuff
Random blog for myself
I play twisted wonderland and project sekai
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shizuku, ari, and tsukasa
More more jump and WxS
working on fcing more masters
darku best pjsk ytber fr
twst:
9aJGBRwn
book 7 is making me cry
silver and vil
Kinda been lazy on twst lately…..
hsr:
Actually my new obsession trust
yanqing and Jing yuans father son dynamic is literally my lifeline
I CANT choose a favorite character
but ig maybe gepard or argenti
i love dem gentlemen
i love kafka’s voice
ON THE GRIND
favs
Noodles!!!!
红烧肉
chocolate
other stuffs
Recent obsession has been haikyuu
i like suga and akaashi
kinda into vocaloid ig?
favs are the kagamine twins
did have a Kpop phase and still listen to it
txt and newjeans
anyways thanks for reading! I really appreciate it!
one of the many things i love about haikyuu is the care furudate puts into each character. obviously the main characters are tobio & shoyo, but throughout the series we see the other members of karasuno and the other characters on different teams in hq have their own goals & dreams. i think it’s such a big sign of great writing when so many fans of hq have multiple favorite characters besides the ones on karasuno. characters like oikawa, kita, akaashi, bokuto, suga, & hirugami are my favorites because of how well written they are. they are so memorable, relatable, & so easy to love. it’s amazing to see a series where side characters don’t FEEL insignificant. they have their own goals and flaws like the main characters. furudate is so talented!!
akaashi in ch333 is so relatable & inspiring to me because despite feeling inadequate, he takes the time to get himself together to play the game to HIS best abilities. he stops trying to ask himself what tobio would do and instead plays the game HIS way. akaashi is a very great setter who is capable of getting his team as far as they can. it’s just so nice to see someone who goes down this “but they do it better” spiral & get themselves out of it all on their own. he didn’t need anyone to comfort him. akaashi sat on the bench, allowed himself to think his feelings through, and was able to stand on the court again. he was able to go about his task as a setter like normal. i really admire that.
006 - get laid
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ex!suna rintarō x singer! reader
hello im sorry u haven’t uploaded, i just started senior year and i have to keep my average to be able to achieve a scholarship
i made an edit bc for some reason the first two ss didn’t appear, idk if i didn’t upload them bc i was falling asleep??
suna hasn’t slept with anyone since his last time with y/n which was a year and months ago, but he felt that if he did it he would betray her
he also genuinely cannot bring himself to find any other girl attractive, he hasn’t tried but even if he did, he will fail
i read a fanfic abt tsukishima once where he could only get it up (if ykwim) with the reader, when he tried to sleep w a girl it wouldn’t get up, and i love that idea so it will probably be the same for suna(that fanfic is also the reason why i love exes to lovers)
suna also never tried to get laid bc in his mind hes still y/n’s, and he always had his hopes of getting back tg, he had never thought about the fact that she probably would get over him
thats bc suna knows he will never get over her, so he didn’t think she would
guess who suna wants to get laid by
atsumu and osamu are not being rude, they genuinely think y/n got over suna already (even though thats not the case)
osamu used to really hate the idea of his best friend dating his sister and they both forgetting abt him, but after seeing how in love they were, he became their biggest supporter
the count of days is how many days have passed since their breakup
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005 - 10 things i hate about you
ex!suna rintarō x singer! reader
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please ignore that i didnt crop the photos so u can see the actual time in whoch they were taken
theyre both accepting their feelings but it wont be that easy, i want this to be looooong
idk what to say for this chapter
the song that y/n “wrote” is i know you by faye webster
i started journaling and i use my pink pen to write stuff lmao
so i wrote the lyrics w my pink pen
only suna, tsukishima and her brothers know abt y/n only using her pink pen for songs or her diary, oikawa only assumed she was writing bc well she posts abt writing and then a cryptic message?
i added the little detail of y/n doing her a’s like the font instead of “𝙖” bc thats how i write my a’s LMAO
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004-fangirl
ex!suna rintarou x singer!reader
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HELLO NEW UPDATE, so i kinda forgot reader was a famous singer but i promise she will live the famous lifee
so, since atsumu is rlly famous he has found a lot of insane girls who would do anything for his money
y/n is in denial because she uses the hatred as a mechanism to cover the hurt
or well in more detail if she hates him then she doesnt feel sad or thats what she thinks
honestly i havent planned what their break up was but i have an idea and just telling yall everything could have been saved if they both knew how to communicate
tsumu and samu are really nice and lovely brothers to y/n
kei called bc y/n said she wanted to talk about suna and honestly he still roots for them
but y/n ended up mentioning him once and talking about a lot other stuff for three hours straight
ofc kei listened to everything hes a good listener but he wont admit that he doesn’t mind that shes yapping his ear off
as yall have noticed in most chapters just one important thing happens and the next is humor, i want it to feel natural and not too rushed and i also love crack smaus so yes
they call y/n kid and kiddo even though shes 8 minutes older than atsumu and 13 minutes older than osamu
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im not sure i like this chapter, also this is probs the only time theyll see each other for a while cause i love slow burns and i just dont want it to go too fast
so, kenma and kei def could go they just wanted y/n to go
suna isnt in denial anymore like y/n is, he knows shes the love of his life
i couldn’t not talk about matthew im so normal about him🩷
y/n used to get food for tooru or the whole team but she didn’t want to after suna joined the team
i love me a good slow burn enemies or exes to lovers with a lot of angst and then fluff at the end so get ready and i also love miscommunication LMAO
but also expect a lot of humor filler chapters bc i love crack smaus and bc i started this story impulsively and do not have it planned yet LMAO
im so normal about suna
also i got the idea of akaashi getting discounts from another au i just cant remember which one
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002-clinically insane
ex!suna rintarou x singer!reader
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more of this SMAU bc i have no social life WOO
so apparently according to my past self neither osamu nor atsumu have ever been in a relationship with a sane person
they just like their girls a little bit insane
y/n loves flirting with omi even if he never reciprocates, she does it to mess with his brother
atsumu is 100% against her dating his best friend after seeing how it turned out when she dated osamus best friend
y/n hasnt visited the twins apartment in a year because shes scared shell run into suna
im trying to make atsumu a lovable brother, because everyone always makes him annoying and i love atsumu :(
osamu changed the topic to his ex on purpose, he knew suna would get really sulky if they started talking about y/n in a serious way
y/n is a bit cray cray but its okay cause suna luvs it
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001-kiss on the lips
ex!suna rintarou x singer!reader
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im so normal about suna and him being a simp
i love justin bieber reaction pics😭
suna has definitely had on repeat yns new song and probably it made him feel even worse cuz its talking abt how shes happy when shes away from him
everyone knows suna was like IN LOVE with yn except for yn
suna was planning on proposing after their college graduation like this man was ready to settle down
instead they had a huge messy break up and he hasn’t had any serious relationship even if the break up was a year ago
suna wasnt that sad anymore until she released a new song and he was reminded of everything again
idk what to say abt yn LMAO
btw if it wasnt clear last ss is suna messaging samu
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Cell mates
ex!suna rintarou x singer!reader
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hello, new AU WOO
y/n is Atsumu and Osamu’s triplet
shes also Suna’s ex
the dividers are by @cafekitsune
tsukishima not so secretly secretly loves y/n a lot, there was even a time where they romantically liked each other, but they just felt like they were more friends than anything else so they decided to just keep being friends, they love each other and believe they are platonic soulmates
they all are roomates even if none of them really needs one bc theyre all rich
im sorry that this is so cringe, im doing this for fun
Oikawa is part of the MYSB here bc i say so LMAO
HAPPY BDAY OIKAWA!!!!
yes the song is happier than ever by billie eilish and yes it is about suna looool
also if no one noticed, everyone except for kenma who has his youtube link, have y/n’s merch website on their bio to support her and kenma would put her link if he could put more than one too <3
i put 5 followers on her priv acc forgetting abt atsumu and osamu omg im so sorry, ill change it
Happier than ever
Ex!Suna Rintarou x Singer! Reader SMAU!
Voleyball player Suna Rintarou and famous singer Miya Y/n did not end in good terms, what happens when Y/n’s career starts growing and they have to meet each other?
TW: Exes to lovers, angst a lot of angst, jealous!Suna, kinda insecure! Suna, heartbroken! Y/n, fluff at some point, humor
INTRODUCTION
cell mates | hell habitants
001- kiss on the lips
002-clinically insane
003-wattpad
004-fangirl
005 - 10 things i hate about you
006 - get laid
007-
A/N: hello, its me again, im sorry i know i never finish the stories that i start, but im planning on continuing every story i haven’t finished, i just cant do much without wifi rn, for now enjoy!
oh my fod i didnt like akaashi but i just read genius by @honeekyuu and im actually feral i don’t think ive ever needed a man so badly im gonna die
@bokuakaevents2025 Late submission: Day 4: Canon verse: Confession with the help of MSBY or Fukurodani
Plz enjoy the lunch of angst and fluff served to ya. If ya like the lore hintings, I might just do a fic for it then :3
Hoho Ic yall love in the moment one!! I'll share the link as soon as I complete :3
Chat what do yall want?
In both options both of em are in luv already!!:-D
Chat what do yall want?
In both options both of em are in luv already!!:-D
Part 2!!
Hmm... Gotta give our cutie Bokuto a lil beauty friend too right?!?! Here's Apathy-kun<3~ Original inspo (Credits: @suncelia-art)(Plz be aware that the poster on pinterest is NOT Suncelia, it's someone else, I posted the link here cuz I found it on pinterest originally. The post had NO credits given either, so I didn't really know it before TvT)(The previous Bokuto art was also from Suncelia's art!!)(This is Part 2!!)
hi! could i request a managerial duties fic with the fukurodani team?
Hello :D You can!
I wrote this in a silly goofy mood, if you can't tell lolol
Enjoy <33
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Managerial Duties: Fukurodani
Being a manager for Fukurodani Academy’s boys’ volleyball team was a bit like being the conductor of an orchestra that had no intention of following the sheet music. Between Bokuto’s mood swings, Konoha’s snark, and the constant low hum of chaos that seemed to follow Komi like a shadow, your days were never dull.
But somehow, it worked.
Maybe it was Akaashi’s unshakeable calm, or Washio’s quiet reliability. Maybe it was the way Sarukui knew when to reel Bokuto back with just a look, or how the other two managers—Yukie and Kaori—had learned to tag-team any brewing disaster before it hit critical mass. The team was loud, ridiculous, occasionally impossible, and you wouldn’t trade them for anything.
You’d been with them long enough now that their habits were second nature. You knew who needed water before they asked, who always forgot their kneepads, who preferred warm-ups in silence and who needed to scream themselves into the zone. You’d taped ankles, refereed arguments, restocked first-aid kits, and once used a mop handle to redirect a rogue serve mid-flight.
So naturally, the one time you stepped out of the gym to speak with a teacher, chaos found its way in without you.
The package arrived during warmups. A small cardboard box, scuffed at the corners, with your name written neatly on the top in permanent marker. No return address. No label.
Kaori found it by the entrance and placed it on the bench, assuming you’d handle it when you got back.
But Bokuto saw it.
He was mid-warmup, mid-laugh even, when something square and cardboard caught his eye from across the gym. Like a hawk sighting prey, his eyes zeroed in and he made a beeline for the bench.
Before anyone could react, he was already crouching in front of the package, fingers hovering over the taped seam.
“Bokuto-san, don’t—”
Smack.
Kaori’s hand came down on his faster than lightning, swatting his fingers away just before he could peel back the flap.
Bokuto yelped, more offended at being stopped than anything else, still pointing dramatically at the box like it had personally challenged him to a duel. He cradled his hand with exaggerated care, rubbing it as if he'd just been grievously injured. "Oww, what was that for?" he whined, lower lip jutting out.
“It’s not yours,” Yukie said immediately, sliding in front of it like a bodyguard.
“Aw c'mon!” Bokuto cried, jogging over. “What if it’s important?! Or fragile?! Or snack-related?! I mean—it was sent to a manager, so it’s stuff for us, right?!”
“Then she’ll open it when she gets back,” Konoha muttered, clearly unimpressed.
“But what if she wants us to open it for her?”
“She doesn’t,” Kaori said flatly.
“You don’t know that!”
“You don’t know that she does,” Akaashi chimed in, walking past with a towel draped over his shoulders. “And opening someone else’s package is literally a crime.”
Bokuto paused, scandalized. “Wait. Really?”
“Federal offense,” Akaashi confirmed, not even stopping.
“Yeah, that’s like... a serious thing,” Sarukui added.
Komi nodded enthusiastically. “You could totally get arrested.”
“Or banned from deliveries for life,” Konoha threw in with a shrug.
“I think that’s made up,” Washio said, but no one contradicted him.
Bokuto groaned. “This system is broken.”
“I bet it’s mysterious,” Komi offered, grinning. “Like something cursed. Or magical. Or both.”
“It’s probably just more athletic tape,” Sarukui said.
“No, no, no,” Bokuto shook his head. “It could be owls.”
“Why would someone send owls to the school gym?” Washio asked.
“Why wouldn’t they?” Bokuto countered.
The entire team was crowded around the bench now, forming a semicircle of ridiculous anticipation. The box sat there, untouched, radiating unearned power.
Kaori had her arms crossed. “No one’s opening it.”
Yukie nodded. “Not unless you want to explain to Coach why you’re committing petty theft.”
“And a federal offense,” Akaashi added as he passed.
Yukie groaned. “Right. And a federal offense.”
Just then, the gym doors opened.
You stepped in, unaware of the tension until twelve pairs of eyes swiveled to you at once.
“What did I miss?” you asked slowly, eyebrows raised.
Everyone pointed.
“Box,” Bokuto said gravely.
“Highly suspicious,” Komi added.
Akaashi sighed. “Please tell them it’s not cursed.”
You blinked at the package. “Oh. That’s just the kneepads my uncle donated.”
Silence.
Bokuto looked devastated. “It’s what?”
“Kneepads.” You opened the box casually, pulling out a neat stack of new gear. “He runs a sports supply store. Said he had extras.”
“You’re telling me,” Bokuto said slowly, “I waited fifteen minutes to NOT see a magical owl?”
“Yes?” you replied, mildly confused.
“…I mean, that’s cool too, I guess,” he muttered, thinking about it for a second. Then, as if deciding he could live with the outcome, he gave a small nod, still pouting a little. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay with this.”
Washio nodded. “I like kneepads.”
You grinned. “Good. Because there’s enough for all of you.”
One by one, you handed the kneepads out, and the team eagerly grabbed their pairs, excitedly comparing colors and sizes before jogging off to try them on over their uniforms. Bokuto was already halfway across the gym, yelling something about testing them with a jump serve.
You turned to find Yukie and Kaori standing off to the side, arms crossed.
“So,” you said, raising an eyebrow, “they were debating what was in the box, and the majority vote was a magical owl?”
Kaori rubbed her face with both hands. “Don’t even ask.”
hi i LOVE ur writing sm!! i look forward to pretty much every single one of ur posts, ur super talented :)
do you think you could do an akaashi x insomniac!reader? akaashi is known for overthinking and stuff so tbh i think his anxiety might make him stay awake sometimes, but prob not full blown insomnia. i js think a oneshot of him helping reader or maybe just the two of them hanging out super late one night because neither of them can get any sleep (maybe college!au where he’s stressing about his classes? or could be just volleyball related. whatever works for you!).
maybe it could be pre-relationship too. like they might be friends then reader sees him active on some social media and decides to text him to hang out and they get super close after this night. again, whatever works for u!!
omgg my heart thank you 😩❤️ Your words mean so much to me 🥹
I think I hit all the boxes, I hope you enjoy <333
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Anon Ask: Akaashi
The clock blinked 2:47AM in soft digital blue, casting a dim glow that painted the walls of your dorm room in slow, pulsing light. You stared at it from where you lay on your back, eyes wide open, blanket pulled up to your chin like it would somehow coax sleep into settling over your body. It didn’t.
It never did.
Insomnia was a loyal companion. Even on nights when your limbs were heavy and your mind felt worn thin, your thoughts refused to settle. They danced along the edge of reason, hyper-fixating on things that didn’t matter: words you said three days ago, the shape of clouds you saw that afternoon, the persistent question of whether you locked the door. A quiet ache had formed behind your eyes from sheer exhaustion, but sleep wouldn’t come.
You turned over, grabbed your phone off the nightstand. No new messages. Just a faint glow from the charging screen illuminating your tired face.
Then, a notification.
akaashi_keiji posted to his story
You tapped it open without thinking. A dim photo of a laptop lit up against a pile of books and a cup of coffee that had long since gone cold. The caption read: 2AM is a perfectly reasonable hour to still be working, right?
You stared at it. Your fingers hovered.
Then you sent a message.
you: you up up?
The reply was almost instant.
akaashi: Unfortunately.
you: Wanna hang? Can’t sleep and you look like you need a break.
A beat passed. The dots wavered, stopped. Then—
akaashi: Give me 5.
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Akaashi showed up at your door at exactly 3:03AM. Hoodie pulled over his head, dark sweats clinging to the chill of the night, his hair mussed like he’d run his hands through it too many times. His eyes were tired but alert, flickering with that same sharpness he always carried—like he was cataloging everything, even now.
You stepped aside without saying a word. He entered just as quietly, slipping off his shoes and placing his bag beside your desk with a soft thud. He dropped to the floor beside your bed with a sigh that seemed to deflate the weight on his shoulders.
“Rough night?” you asked gently, perching on the edge of your mattress.
“I have a presentation next week, three deadlines, and Bokuto keeps texting me motivational memes like it’s going to fix my GPA.”
You laughed under your breath. “It won’t.”
“Exactly.”
The quiet that followed wasn’t awkward. The hum of your mini fridge and the occasional creak of pipes running through the dorm added to the low ambience of sleeplessness. You looked down at him, his knees pulled up slightly, arms draped over them, like he didn’t know how to get comfortable in his own skin.
“Wanna watch something?”
He shook his head. “Too much noise.”
“Read?”
“Already tried. Can’t focus.”
“Lie on the floor and stare at the ceiling until we disassociate?”
He glanced up at you with deadpan humor. “Honestly, that sounds ideal.”
You grabbed a second pillow and tossed it to the floor beside him. He didn’t hesitate. His body uncurled, long and lean as he stretched out beside your bed, head cradled in the fluff of borrowed comfort.
You joined him moments later, lying back so the ceiling filled your view. Pale shadows danced above you, shapes warped by passing cars and the swaying leaves outside the window. The ceiling fan ticked rhythmically above.
“You get this often?” he asked softly, voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah,” you replied, your voice matching his. “Like... more nights than not. It just doesn’t stop. My brain, I mean."
Akaashi sighed, breath feathering the space between you. “Mine too. It’s like it waits until I have to sleep to start racing.”
You turned your head, studying the outline of his profile in the glow from your desk lamp. The slope of his nose, the delicate curve of his lashes, the soft press of his lips.
“So why’d you come?”
He was quiet for a moment. “Because you asked. And I figured... maybe it’d be better to not be alone with it.”
You nodded, the pillow rustling beneath your cheek. “Yeah.”
Minutes passed in silence. He turned to face you, and you mirrored the movement. The two of you laying side by side, not quite touching, breaths moving in rhythm.
“We could do this again,” you whispered. “If you ever can’t sleep. You could just... come over.”
His gaze didn’t waver. “I think I’d like that.”
At 3:57AM, you both fell asleep.
Shoulders brushing. Minds quiet. The night finally letting you rest.
Favourite Position: Akaashi
Akaashi Keiji was always composed.
He prided himself on control—measured movements, careful touches, a steady rhythm that never wavered. But right now? Right now, control was slipping through his fingers like sand, and he was powerless to stop it.
Because you were in his lap, your back pressed flush against his chest, his arms wrapped firmly around your waist. He was buried deep inside you, the warm, slick heat of you squeezing him so perfectly that his breath kept hitching, his hands tightening against your skin as he tried—tried so hard—to keep his pace slow.
But he was losing it.
"Keiji…" Your voice was soft, breathless, and he could feel it everywhere—your body shifting against his, your pulse hammering under his fingertips.
His forehead pressed to your shoulder, breath heavy against your skin. "Feels too good," he admitted, voice strained, nearly shaking. "I—"
He swallowed hard as you rolled your hips, and a groan ripped from his throat.
Fuck. Fuck.
Akaashi had never felt like this before—this weak, this desperate, this close to breaking apart. He’d always been able to focus, always been able to last as long as he wanted. But this? This position?
With you like this, stretched out against him, your body molding so perfectly to his—
It was wrecking him.
"You’re shaking," you murmured, fingers reaching back to tangle in his dark hair, your nails scraping lightly against his scalp. He groaned at the sensation, his hips jerking up involuntarily, forcing himself even deeper into you. Your breath caught, and the way you clenched around him made his vision blur.
Shit.
"I can't—" He exhaled sharply, his grip on you tightening, his muscles tensing as he felt himself teetering on the edge. "I don't think I can—"
You turned your head slightly, pressing a teasing kiss to the side of his jaw. "You don’t have to hold back."
Akaashi cursed under his breath, his composure unraveling completely.
His hands gripped your hips, fingers digging into your flesh, his thrusts turning needy, frantic, desperate. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, his moans muffled against your skin as he fucked into you—
Hard. Deep. Sloppy.
He was unraveling with every motion, every clench of your body around him, every little sound you made that sent fire through his veins.
"Fuck," he gasped, his voice raw, his rhythm stuttering. "I'm—" He sucked in a breath, his entire body shaking, trembling, losing control.
You reached back, dragging your fingers through his hair again, your voice a whisper. "Let go, Keiji."
And that was it.
The coil in his stomach snapped so violently he almost blacked out.
A deep, shuddering groan tore from his throat as pleasure crashed through him like a tidal wave. He spilled into you, hips jerking as his entire body trembled, the overwhelming intensity making him bury his face deeper into your neck. His breathing was ragged, erratic, completely wrecked.
He had never come that hard before. Ever.
For long moments, he just held you, his forehead pressed to your shoulder, his body still shaking from the aftershocks. His fingers traced absentminded patterns against your waist, his breath slowing, but his mind was still reeling.
What the hell just happened?
You shifted slightly, and he groaned at the oversensitivity, his arms instinctively tightening around you, keeping you still. You giggled softly, your voice laced with exhaustion and satisfaction. "I think you liked that, huh?"
Akaashi swallowed hard, pressing a lingering kiss to your shoulder before murmuring—"Didn't know I could feel like that."
His grip on you softened, fingers brushing against your thigh. He exhaled a slow, shaky breath, the realization settling in.
This was his favorite.
And now that he knew?
He wasn’t sure he could ever have you any other way again.
Rivalry: Akaashi
You had worked your ass off for this promotion.
Late nights, impossible deadlines, last-minute rewrites—you’d done it all. You had sacrificed weekends, spent too many nights hunched over your desk, and powered through mind-numbing meetings, all in the hopes that your work would finally be recognized. And now, with the senior editor position finally up for grabs, it was down to you and Akaashi Keiji.
Akaashi—the picture-perfect editor. Calm, meticulous, frustratingly good at everything. The kind of guy who never looked frazzled, never rushed, never flinched under pressure. It was like stress simply did not affect him.
And somehow, despite working just as hard as you, he always seemed one step ahead.
You wanted to win this. Not just for the raise or the title, but to finally beat him at something. To prove that you were just as good—better, even.
So when your boss called you both into the office, hands folded with a pleased smirk, you thought, Maybe, just maybe, I’ve got this.
Then the words left their mouth.
“Akaashi landed an exclusive with the MSBY Jackals.”
Your stomach dropped.
“What?”
Your boss nodded. “Full-length feature. First-hand accounts. Exclusive team coverage. Bokuto introduced him to the players himself—an incredible opportunity. The kind of coverage that puts our magazine on the map.”
You snapped your head toward Akaashi, who sat calmly beside you, hands folded neatly, expression unreadable.
That smug bastard.
This was his play? Getting his old volleyball captain to pull strings for him?
Your blood boiled.
“Oh, come on,” you said, barely keeping the irritation out of your voice. “That’s not exactly fair.”
Akaashi finally turned to you, blinking in that cool, composed way that made you want to shake him. “How so?”
You scoffed. “You used connections to land the interview. It wasn’t based on merit.”
Akaashi tilted his head, looking entirely unbothered. “I leveraged resources available to me. That’s part of the job, isn’t it?”
Your jaw clenched.
The worst part? He wasn’t wrong.
Your boss leaned back in their chair, watching the exchange with thinly veiled amusement before raising a hand to cut off the argument. “Enough. If you both want this promotion, you’re both going to prove you deserve it.”
You blinked. “What?”
Akaashi didn’t react, but you saw the faintest flicker of curiosity in his sharp blue eyes.
“You’re both going to work on the feature together,” the boss continued, tapping a finger against their desk. “I want the best piece possible. If you can’t put aside your rivalry long enough to get this done, neither of you will get the promotion. Understood?”
Your fingers tightened around your notepad. This was not what you wanted. The whole point was to beat him, not work with him.
But you couldn’t back down now. Not when the stakes were this high.
“…Understood,” you muttered through gritted teeth.
Akaashi nodded smoothly. “Understood.”
“Good.” Your boss glanced at the clock. “Get started. I expect a solid first draft by the end of the week. And with the deadline, I imagine you’ll be staying late to work on it together.”
You bit back a sigh, already feeling the impending headache.
The moment the meeting ended, you stormed past Akaashi, but before you could make it out the door, his voice followed, low and amused.
“Try not to let your frustration get in the way of our work,” he said smoothly, adjusting his glasses. “It’d be a shame if I had to carry you through this project.”
You turned on your heel, eyes narrowed. “Oh, don’t worry, Akaashi. If anyone’s carrying this project, it’ll be me.”
His lips twitched, just slightly. “I look forward to seeing that.”
You hated how much fun he was having.
But most of all?
You hated that he always found a way to stay one step ahead.
~~~~
The office was silent, save for the rhythmic tapping of keyboards and the occasional irritated sigh escaping your lips.
You had been here for hours, stuck in the same damn room with Akaashi, going back and forth on revisions, disagreeing on everything.
“That transition is too abrupt,” Akaashi said, his tone calm as he skimmed over your section. “It needs more context.”
“It’s concise,” you shot back, stretching in your chair. “We don’t need extra fluff.”
He exhaled softly, as if reigning in patience. “It’s not fluff. It’s clarity.”
You groaned, leaning back. “You’re impossible.”
Akaashi didn’t look up from his screen. “And yet, you’re still here.”
You wanted to throw something at him.
After another hour of back-and-forth edits, your eyes started to sting from staring at the screen for too long. You rubbed at them, sighing deeply as you slumped in your chair.
“This is ridiculous,” you muttered. “We’re never going to finish at this rate.”
Akaashi glanced at the clock. “Then we should stop arguing and be efficient.”
You shot him a glare. “Oh, so now you’re suddenly a team player?”
His lips quirked. “I always was. You just refuse to acknowledge it.”
You groaned again, running a hand through your hair. This was going to be a long night.
Akaashi sighed, leaning back in his chair as well, adjusting his glasses. “We’re making progress. Whether you want to admit it or not.”
You didn’t want to admit it, but he was right. The article was shaping up, the writing crisp, the interviews well-structured. And despite your deep frustration, working with Akaashi wasn’t as horrible as you wanted it to be.
Still, you weren’t going to let him think he had the upper hand.
“We’ll see,” you muttered, turning back to your screen.
Akaashi hummed, watching you for a moment before returning to his own work.
The night stretched on, both of you determined to outdo the other, neither of you willing to be the first to give in.
And just like that, the rivalry continued.
Until Akaashi broke the silence.
"I have extra tickets to the MSBY game this weekend. You should come."
Your fingers froze over your keyboard. Slowly, you turned your head to look at him, brows furrowed in confusion. "What?"
Akaashi didn’t even glance up, still focused on his screen as if he hadn’t just said something completely out of character. "The game. It would be beneficial to see the team in action if we’re writing about them."
You narrowed your eyes. "You could just send me the game footage."
His fingers tapped lightly against his desk before he finally looked at you, gaze unreadable. "That’s not the same."
You leaned back in your chair, arms crossed. "Why are you being nice to me?"
"I’m not. I’m being practical."
You scoffed. "Uh-huh. Sure."
Akaashi tilted his head slightly, amusement flickering in his eyes. "You don’t have to come. I just thought you’d appreciate an exclusive firsthand look. But if you’d rather rely on secondhand reports, be my guest."
Your jaw tightened. You hated how effortlessly he manipulated situations in his favor.
"Fine. I’ll go."
Akaashi nodded, returning to his work as if nothing had happened. "Good. I’ll send you the details."
You stared at him for a second longer before shaking your head, muttering under your breath.
This was getting too weird.