your newlywed husband begs you to stop using condoms
suggestive content! 🔞
who would’ve thought the strongest sorcerer would be begging on his knees for you?
“pleeeaseee…” satoru whines, on his knees before you. you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at your husband who’s kneeling in front of you. his torso is bare, strong arms wrapped around your waist as he rests his chin on your knee.
“satoru, i said no. we can’t risk anything.” you scold him gently.
“but i just wanna try it! i’ll pull out if you want. please baby?” you have to admit, his begging is kind of convincing. the two of you had never gone raw before, and you couldn’t say you weren’t curious.
but good sense came first. he was always so busy with work and away for missions, and you have your own life that just can’t be interrupted by a baby right now.
“you won’t pull out, idiot.” you mutter, looking down at his big blue eyes and the pout on his lips. what a brat.
“i will! promise!” his voice cracks a little as he exclaims. you sigh, reaching a hand out to card through his fluffy white locks.
“and plus… so what if you get pregnant? we’re married now, and there’s nothing i want more in the whole world than to have a family with you.” he adds, voice dropping lower and more sincere.
you just blink at him a few times, before parting your lips to say something. he interrupts you.
“and i know i’m always busy, but i swear to you, i’ll cut back my hours. i’m serious, babe. you’re my wife now, and my priority. you always have been.”
it’s quiet for a few moments where you two just look into each others eyes.
“okay.” you finally mutter, a small smile forming on your lips. “let’s do it.”
satoru’s eyes brightened, and he leaned up to press his lips to yours in a passionate kiss.
“i love you.” he whispered against your lips.
and despite you being so unsure, and this whole thing being scary, you knew that after everything, you would always have him.
“i love you too.”
||a/n: sorry for the inactivity but the semester is finally over!! uni was kicking my butt the last few weeks but i’m hoping to get back into writing soon 💆♀️
aang who had made it his life goal to carry you ever since you were kids. he failed to do so when he was twelve and was crushed because he'd always imagine himself carrying you away into the distance like a prince does to his princess.
so the obvious solution was to make himself stronger because he wasn't going to tell you to change yourself—you were forever perfect in his eyes.
skip to ten years later and you're coming back after a few years away in a different country. aang is meant to pick you up as you've kept in contact and he insisted that he had to be the first person to see you and vice versa.
so when you exit through arrivals, you expect to see a scrawny guy who's maybe grown a couple of inches. aang never really sent you pictures of himself and you always wondered why that was as he wasn't known for being shy. but then you're quickly approached by a very tall and broad man who scoops you up into his very strong arms, startlingly you greatly.
you immediately try to push this guy off because who on earth is this guy and how dare he think he can just grab you like this?
but then this guy pulls back, beams up at you because he's got you hefted up in his arms and those adorable grey eyes make your jaw drop.
"aang?!" you exclaim and aang nods excitedly, squeezing you tightly.
"welcome back!" he shouts happily but you're too busy taking aang in to really say anything because he's carrying you like you're a mere handful of pebbles. "i've missed you!"
"...missed you too," you say weakly, now peering up at him once he sets you down and wow, what happened to the scrawny, short guy you left behind?
Spider-Man!Armin is surprisingly amazing at making excuses for what keeps him up at ungodly hours of the night. His friends believe he's pulling all nighters so study—seeing as his grades are practically perfect.
Spider-Man!Armin got his powers the last week of high-school senior year.
Spider-Man!Armin uses his biology knowledge to perform tests on himself, countless hours in the university science lab. Poking and prodding himself with various tests.
Spider-Man!Armin who was to get a job to fund his suit and tech. And being a tutor was his best option. It had flexible hours, decent pay, and an excuse to talk to you.
Spider-Man!Armin who spends to much time worrying on his first official impression with you. Should he wear a tie? Should be keep it simple? Will a tie give off a feeling that he thinks he's better than you? Will keeping it simple be too casual and you'll think he doesn't care? Should he just cancel the whole thing and go back to semi creepily staring at you from afar!?
Spider-Man!Armin whose black rimmed glasses compliment his eyes perfectly in the library light. His blond hair falling over like strings of paradise. Is it so bad that you thought your tutor was cute?
Spider-Man!Armin, you had theories of what his secret was one week into tutoring. You might be bad at science, but your not oblivious.
Spider-Man!Armin sometimes is the smallest bit late to your sessions. In his defense, he really tries to manage his time, but the small cut above his eyebrow is pretty evident on how that didn't work out so well.
And Spider-Man!Armin had just confirmed your suspicions. When one thing led to another and you found Spider-Man!Armin's arm wrapped around you. Slinging you both away from peril.
Spider-Man!Armin whose first date with you unfortunately get cut short.
—It was a small coffee shop just around the corner from the library. A fresh, steaming hot drink laid in front of you.
Conversation flowing smoothly, shared laughs and smiles. But the dangers of NYC didn't agree, the outside being plunged into a chaotic fury.
It was almost incomprehensible on how everything got bad so quickly.
"I-uh...I'm really sorry, I have to—"
"Armin," you spoke calmly, " It's okay, I know you're Spider-Man."
Confusion grows on his face, and before he can question, you interrupt him once more.
"Worry about that later spidey, go save the city."
Spider-Man!Armin shortly became your boyfriend.
Spider-Man!Armin knows the most breathtaking places. Like this one park where the the water shines beautifully during sunsets. A small stone bench surrounded by trees and blossoming flowers.
Spider-Man!Armin whose camera storage is filled with carefully taken photos of the ocean or candid photos of you. He has almost every single special occasion locked into his camera, if not, it’s in his brain.
Spider-Man!Armin texts you while he’s swinging through the air.
—Armin’s webs ripped through the air, one if his gloves tucked away in his fist. His free hand glides over his keyboard. Switching his attention back and forth from his phone and the city in front of him.
[ love 🩵 ] : IF MR ACKERMAN DOESNT UPDATE THE DAMN GRADES, I WILL MAKE IT MY MISSION TO MAKE HIM SHORTER
A/n : You know I had to do a crossover of my two fav characters. Also let's pretend being a tutor makes alot of money idk. Tagggggg : @kamislop
“baby-” his voice catches, breaking into a breathy, helpless sound as your hips settle back down, “please… just-let me-”
his grip tightens on your hips, fingers digging in like he’s trying to ground himself, like it’s the only thing keeping him from completely falling apart
you’re being a little mean
every time his expression tightens, every time his breath stutters like he’s right on the edge-you stop. letting your walls slowly drag up, pausing when only his tip rests inside you
His head tips back, throat exposed, a loud, broken whimper slipping out while you latch onto his throat, teeth and tongue making a mess of his pretty, milky skin
“god-” he exhales, tossing his head side to side like he’s trying to convince himself to hold out, “you’re-you’re doing this on-nngh-on purpose…”
you hum softly, dropping your hips back down, quietly giggling when his breath stutters and his back arches off the bed
“I can’t-” his voice drops into a whine, chest rising and falling in rapid breaths, “i-ah-im gonna cum baby-please”
he looks so pretty like this, fucked out and desperate. you decide you’ve tortured him enough, lifting your hips and dropping them back down in a steady slap, slap, slap that picks up in pace
his words cut off completely, replaced by a sharp inhale that breaks into a loud moan. his hands squeezing you tighter against his body as he lifts one to back of your head, dragging your lips to his in a messy kiss
you keep the same quick rhythm for all of 10 seconds before he lets out a wrecked moan, burying his face into your neck as he fills you
you keep going, teetering him on the edge of too much as his groans break into whimpers, hands squeezing and pushing like he isn’t sure if he wants you closer or farther away
you finally slow your movements to a complete stop, armin’s still hard cock resting inside of you, cum slowly leaking out around the sides of him
you lean down to kiss him, and he melts into it, breath still uneven, hands sliding up your back to keep you on him
a quiet, shaky sound slips out of him when you pull away, and he leans forward to press slow, dragging kisses across your shoulder
you shift just enough to look at him, catching the way his face flushes deeper, the way he won’t meet your eyes
he looks wrecked, lashes damp, lips parted, chest still rising too fast
you go to pull off of him, and his hands holding your waist tighten
“…don’t stop,” he breathes, the words slipping out before he can think better of it
“want more, baby?” you tease, lips ticking up in a mean smile
a look you’ve never seen before passes over his face, and before you have time to think about what it means he’s flipping you onto your back
your mouth parts in shock as his hand comes up to rest next to your head while the other one reached down to thumb at your clit
“m-min!” your breath hitching as he pulls his cock out, just enough to rest his tip inside of you, and then pushes back in, hips flush with yours, tip pressing into your cervix
it’s his turn for a faint smirk to slide across his face
“ahh, there you are,” a voice called out to you from a couple of feet away. you knew exactly who it was without even turning around. tooru oikawa stood tall and sharp as he made his way across the court to greet you. he wore a hung smile, an attempt to charm you.
you hugged your clipboard tighter to your chest. “shouldn’t you be warming up?” you ask him. you’re already shifting on your feet to move away. oikawa’s always been a charmer, but you have a boyfriend now, so it’d be a shame to entertain his flirting.
his chuckle came and it annoyed you. “i’ve got time,” he said smoothly, closing the distance between you two after you had moved away. “besides, warming up can wait a few seconds if it means i get to talk to you.”
you cringe. “you should probably focus on winning. this is a qualifier for nationals, you know?”
“hm. you’ve never been this quick to dodge me before…” he brushes a hand onto his waist and rests it there. “what’s new about you?”
“i have a boyfriend.” you blurt.
oikawa blinks once and recalculates himself. “…do you now?” he straightens himself up. “lucky guy. here i thought i was making progress.”
“you weren’t.”
his eyes squint at you like he’s about to say something before they flick behind you. he looks up at a much taller person and huffs like he already knows.
“funny, i didn’t know warm-ups for seijoh were on this side of the court.” tsukishima kei spoke up from behind you. his hand reached for your waist and he tugged you into his side. PDA was never really his thing, but when it came to proclaiming what was his, he didn’t mind it in the slightest.
when oikawa stood there, tsukishima let out a sigh of exhaustion before he reached for your face and pressed his lips on yours. it was quick but deliberate in meaning. you were his.
he pulled himself back up and huffed. “like she said. she’s got a boyfriend.” tsukishima’s voice was smoother in tone, but you could feel the jealousy radiating off of him.
oikawa cleared his throat and raised his hands in mock surrender. “message received.” he mumbled before turning to walk off with a slight sulk. iwaizumi slapped his head when he got in arms reach on his side of the court, but then you turned around.
tsukishima cursed under his breath, releasing your waist before he stepped back. “come on, match is about to start.” he began walking without waiting for you.
as you followed, you hit his arm. “you’re just gonna act like that didn’t happen?!” he ignored you and walked to the inside of the court to warm up with the rest of karasuno.
from yuumi , yeah okay i loved this request sorry if i didn’t fulfill it as well as you expected but thank you for the request!
mr big scary let me ask my wife firelord who always has to run things by you not because you’re controlling or demanding but because he wants you to know what he’s doing, wants you to be included and wants you to approve of his decisions because when you’re happy, he’s happy.
“ fire lord zuko, the earth emissary would like to have a dinner. when is suitable for you?”
“let me ask my wife and i’ll get back to you.”
“lord zuko, the festival of fire is coming up, will you be in attendance?”
“not sure. let me ask my wife.”
“sir. the avatar has requested your help. will you be going to lend aid?”
“if my wife grants me permission, yes.”
“my wife said we need more opportunities for women in government. lets look into that.”
“i cannot attend that meeting. i have lunch plans with my wife.”
even when doing the most mundane and tedious things like new gowns or new stationery for royal decrees, you’re there to give your opinion.
“does my wife like it?”
“what does the firelady think?”
“ask my wife, she has the final say. whatever she wants, goes.”
big scary i worship the ground my wife walks on fire lord
character: miya atsumu, oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji x gn!reader
synopsis: people say, high school crushes never work out, so... why is he suddenly so into you?
cw: fluff, and fluff!
wc: 3.5k, not proofread
this is my first work on tumblr :D, if you enjoyed it, you can tip me for my work on Kofi! (BUT DON'T FEEL FORCED PLS!!! I LOVE YOU T_T)
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⋆.𐙚 ̊. MIYA ATSUMU, that one super popular guy everyone chases after.
Thud, thud, thud! A girl stomps down the hallway, shoulders shaking dramatically with each sob. Everyone turns their heads in curiosity, and you are not an exception.
“Poor girl…” Your friend comments, shaking her head solemnly.
Your head tilts to the side, eager to question her, “You know what happened?”
Your friend closes her locker shut after grabbing the required books for your next class together. Then, she chuckles, but her expression remains almost sympathetic to the crying girl, “C’mon, it’s easy to guess, Y/N.” She continues, “I bet Miya Atsumu rejected someone again. She’s probably the poor victim of a failed confession.”
Oh.
Hearing that reminds you of a fear that you have buried deep within your heart. The fear of being rejected by the person you have admired your entire life. The very same person who has just broken a girl’s heart.
The devil heeds your calls, and there he is. The only person who makes your world a little better, and a little worth living.
Miya Atsumu struts down the hall like a Greek god sculpted in real life. Following him at the side is his grey counterpart. The Miyas have truly made a name for themselves in Inarizaki High School. No doubt that they have effortlessly become the school’s most wanted pair of twins, or well, most thirsted for. Their excelling in volleyball and being super hot while doing so is also another feat.
For some reason though, your eyes have always drifted towards the blond one only. You won’t call it blond, he looks more of a mustard-kind of yellow. Suits his attitude. You’ve heard he’s got quite a way with his words. Heck, you have no idea why you are even crushing on him. It’s like some kind of magnetic force revolves around him, and you just can’t help but admire his entire being.
“Um… Y/N… Psst! Y/N!”
You snap out of your trance when your friend suddenly nudges you at the side. Surprised and still in shock, you blink twice to confirm your sight. Is Miya Atsumu standing in front of you right now, or are you hallucinating?
No, you are certainly not hallucinating. This blond dude is towering over you, with a very, very wide grin on his lips. You have never even seen him smile at someone this big before. It almost scares you, if you aren’t that into him. And god, oh god, he’s staring straight at you. It is at this moment that you have completely forgotten how to speak or even move.
You are frozen, gawking stupidly at him as if you’ve just seen dinosaurs.
“Did’ja make this keychain yerself?” He asks you a question.
A question that immediately makes you look down at your bag, nearly snapping your neck from how fast you’ve moved. Right. It has just left your mind that you are in the middle of placing books into your bag, which is why you are hugging your bag close to you.
Your eyes search and finally land on a little keychain that dangles at the main zipper of your bag. A cute little onigiri crochet keychain. You have handmade it yourself during your free time, thinking it would be a fun project to do.
“Y-Yes…?” You accidentally stutter out the one word you’re tasked to say. Oh gosh, you are going to beat yourself up later.
Atsumu hums, and, out of nowhere, reaches out for the onigiri keychain, feeling it in his palm. He squishes it, then watches with visible heart-eyes as it recoils. He squishes it again, again, and again. You are completely stunned, wondering if something is wrong with your keychain, because Atsumu won’t stop squishing it.
Even his twin brother shares the same worry, as he comes forward and delivers a light slap to his twin’s nape, “‘Tsumu, yer scarin’ them, stop bein’ such a freak.”
“Ow! Stop hittin’ me! Abuse!” Atsumu winces in pain, rubbing the red spot on his nape, before turning back to your confused figure, “Besides, ain’t this onigiri keychain cute to ya?!”
Osamu facepalms, rolling his eyes in dread, “And ya couldn’t have given a regular compliment instead of harassin’ someone’s property?”
At this point, everyone is now gathering in the hallways, watching the show unfold as the Miya brothers begin descending into another sibling fight. Some take out their phones to record the scene.
“If you think it’s cute… Would you like one too?” Your voice stops the shouting insults being thrown back and forth.
Atsumu blinks once, and twice, then cocks his head to the side, an adorable tiny ‘huh’ coming out of his mouth. Even Osamu has paused his bickering. Now, all the cameras are on you, and you have never felt this embarrassed before. However, if it means being able to do a good deed for someone, then you don’t mind.
You fumble through your bag, eyebrows furrowed as you search the sections. “I actually crocheted two, so there should be another one in my bag… It’s also a keychain, basically a duplicate of mine.”
Finally, something fluffy and solid touches your hand. You fish it out, and hand the other onigiri keychain to Miya Atsumu, your lips drawing up to a small smile, “Here. You can have it.”
You might be doing this because you have admired Atsumu for a long time, but it’s also because the keychain has been sitting at the bottom of your bag for ages, and you haven’t gifted it to anyone else. Besides, it’s not like you have any chance with Atsumu anyway. Doing this is just an act of kindness. That’s it.
However, the look in Atsumu’s eyes prove else. You don’t notice it, as you are too afraid to even stare up at him. Yet, his twin brother notices a certain spark in his eyes, a childlike glimmer that peers through his brown eyes, similar to the spark he wears when he has just gone through a satisfying volleyball match.
Atsumu silently looks at the onigiri keychain in his hands. It’s adorable. So cute. It’s so small compared to his palm size.
Somehow, the enticing words that Atsumu is programmed to say, suddenly meet a blockage in his throat. For once, Atsumu feels his own words betraying him. He doesn’t know what to think or to say, only a meek, “Thanks…”
His breath gets stuck in his lungs, and he doesn’t even know why. Atsumu decides to project his confusing feelings into the keychain, suffocating the onigiri in his palm. During that moment, the silence grows thick, and you are left with more bewilderment.
Thank goodness, Osamu comes to save the day by faking a cough, giving his brother a slight nudge on the shoulder. Atsumu squeaks, his entire being jerking up. It’s almost uncharacteristic of him to do so, and it becomes a source of good content for the Inarizaki students filming.
Atsumu’s face grows hot all of a sudden, and in a fit of panic, the only words that stumble out of his big mouth are, “T-THANKS FOR THIS! Uhh… um…! Yer name? RIGHT! WHAT’S YER NAME? S-So… So I can thank ya properly…”
He hopes you don’t notice the red dusted across his cheeks, or the way he’s suffocating your poor onigiri keychain. He’s too humiliated to do anything.
You see a new side of the great Miya Atsumu, and find joy in it; you can’t help but giggle at him, “I’m L/N Y/N, and you are welcome.”
“L/N Y/N…” He repeats it, letting your name roll off his tongue. He won’t admit how he enjoys saying your name. Not now. Never ever. Nuh-uh.
By the sidelines, Osamu hides an amused smirk under his visage, finding this entire situation humorous. He might have just become a witness to what might seem the best blackmail material of Atsumu’s life. However, for this instance, he will just keep quiet, letting his twin relish the moment.
Osamu also doesn’t comment on how Atsumu proudly wears the onigiri keychain on his school bag. He also decides to neglect the fact that Atsumu forgot to log out of his Instagram account on Osamu’s phone when he was bored at practice and forgot to bring his own.
He does smirk a little though, when he sees a familiar name on Atsumu’s latest search on Instagram.
⋆.𐙚 ̊. OIKAWA TOORU, that one top-scorer in your class everyone wants to be with.
Oikawa Tooru is an all-rounder. He’s the captain of the Volleyball Team, and he’s even earned a title for himself, ‘The Great King’. Well, you sometimes cringe at the title, but you do acknowledge it as his effort.
However, it is hard to fathom how he can excel in sports and academics simultaneously.
Being in the same class teaches you things about Oikawa. He’s scarily dedicated to the things he loves. His love for volleyball wins hands down compared to other things. You have seen how he pushes himself through injuries, coming to class every day despite suffering from a terrible knee injury. Not just that, he continues going to practice, dragging his injured knee behind him.
Even with all of that, Oikawa still manages to get straight A’s in his academics. Heck, in a college-prep class!
It frustrates you, because you can’t catch up with his grades no matter what. He’s always better than you. Yet, you think he’s the most perfect guy to exist in the universe. Oikawa is the reason why your standard for men is so high.
So, it shocks you when Oikawa comes up to you, straight after the bell rings. You nearly drop your books as he sits on the chair in front of you to talk. It’s the first time you are seeing Oikawa up close, and god, he’s making you shy already.
“L/N-chan, do you want to be my groupmate for the physics project?” He gives you a closed-eye smile, blinding you with his infectious grin.
The realisation that Oikawa wants you to be his groupmate for a project hits you hard like a missile. Is this a dream? Or is this reality? Oikawa has never worked with you on any projects before, nor has he talked to you during the year. The most interaction is a mere wave of a hand when passing by each other down the hallways. You initially thought that he didn’t even recognise your name.
It seems that you lied to yourself, because Oikawa Tooru does know your name.
“Me? Sure…” You don’t question his request further, thinking it will be weird to ask too many questions. Oikawa also appears to be the kind of person who won’t waste time on anything. You decide to keep quiet.
However, nothing could have prepared you for the fact that the next day, Oikawa Tooru asked to discuss the project. And it’s as if Lady Luck is playing a game with you; the library is closed for renovation. The court is also closed today due to a recent water leak (like what the heck). With nothing else, he initially opted for a nearby cafe, but then it was also closed for break.
You were about to cry, until Oikawa suggested with an awkward grin, “How about we do it at your house instead? It’s alright if you are uncomfortable about it though, we can have this discussion another day.”
You were about to cry EVEN MORE. However, knowing that the project is about to be due soon, you grit your teeth, dragging Oikawa to your house around the corner.
And so, here you are, a teenager, with a teenage boy sitting on your room’s floor. The two of you can sense the awkward tension in the air. You feel like you’ve sinned, because a guy is in your room. How will your parents react? Oh god, your mind is running around in circles with no end.
Oikawa clears his throat, attempting to clear the air by suggesting that they start the project. Soon, the heavy cloud of tension clears gradually, while your discussion advances.
“I think we can build our bridge like this. This amount of wooden popsicles should be enough for it to hold up ten kilograms of load,” Oikawa comments, showing you the piece of paper with his draft on it. Neat handwriting covers a detailed amount of information. Next to it is a simple drawing of a wooden bridge he’s created.
However, you squint your eyes, looking closer at the paper he’s provided you. At that moment, Oikawa notices how your nose is scrunched up as you examine the information. You look very focused and smart, unlike the shy personality you’ve displayed recently.
“No.”
Oikawa blinks in confusion, repeating, “No?”
“No, I don’t think it will be enough. But I do love your idea, and I think we can strengthen it. Since wooden popsicles are covered with wax, the glue won’t stick well. We should lightly sand the parts we are going to use glue on, and…”
Oikawa has paused listening.
It’s the first time Oikawa has just had someone tell him ‘no’. Being surrounded by fangirls and admirers all the time greatly bored Oikawa. No matter what he does, they always praise him, preaching that his ways are the best and flawless. Even the previous groupmates he’s chosen for other projects. It’s like they all treat him as a… God.
Hence, when you correct his idea, and take his opinion into account, Oikawa feels like a human again, doing mundane tasks. No exaggerated praises, no screaming, no having to put up an act.
Oikawa is a normal teenager doing a project, and heaven bless, he has just chosen the best groupmate ever.
“This is actually giving me a headache. Let’s take a break,” You sigh, and instantly lie flat on your bed like a pancake. Oikawa stifles his laughter, finding it funny how quickly you can switch up your behaviour.
He gazes softly at you, the golden sunset slowly cascading through your windows, kissing your skin. “Hmm, in the meantime, I think we can schedule our next discussion, L/N-chan. How about the cafe we went to earlier?”
Oikawa gives you a genuine smile, a rare one, “My treat.”
⋆.𐙚 ̊. AKAASHI KEIJI, that best friend that's way too out of your league.
“You shouldn't keep plucking your lips, Y/N. It'll end up bleeding.”
Akaashi, your best friend, and also your seatmate, reminds you. No response. It falls onto deaf ears as you continue nibbling your lips together, letting the dead skin fall onto the ground.
The boy sighs defeated, seeing your dazed expression. Your dull gaze, lifeless eyes, stare outside of the window silently. Not even a single soul manages to snap you out of it. He wonders what has gone wrong today for you.
However, what he doesn't know is that he's the reason behind your solemn behaviour.
Akaashi is going on his first date this weekend, with a girl who he barely knows. All it took was one single confession, and one box of chocolates. Then, the big question popped up. It was evident the girl had a big fat crush on the boy.
Well, who doesn't? Akaashi is born sculpted inch by inch from the gods.
You watched in disbelief by the sidelines as Akaashi’s lips slowly rose to a smile. Then, he says something to the girl, which you can't decipher at all. You feel like something is happening, something that you have feared for long. It's the first time you're seeing Akaashi behaving so… Naturally friendly to a girl.
Perhaps, Akaashi really accepted her date?
It's ironic, really. Being his best friend and his seatmate for two whole years, you've stood by his side, waiting for a day that maybe, just maybe, Akaashi might figure out he likes you a little too much.
But, nothing ever seems to change. Akaashi treats you the same way as he does to everyone else, just a tad bit kinder. He also speaks to you more, because everyone else is too intimidated by him. And, he always partners up with you for any projects, helps you with your homework when you are facing trouble. Heck, he even allows you to watch him practise when you are bored after school.
Akaashi is a great guy, and he's the most amazing friend you've ever had.
So why, why can't you just simply move on, forget about your feelings for him, let the friendship proceed as usual before anyone gets hurt?
Your Friday study session ends up getting filled with dejected thoughts about Akaashi again. It's been a long time since you've flipped the books, perhaps today is the day you need to return to reality.
Then, your phone rings. It's Bokuto.
“Hello—”
“L/N! OH MY GOD, SOMETHING REALLY BAD JUST HAPPENED AT PRACTICE! I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO DESCRIBE IT BECAUSE IT'S BAD.”
Hearing this, you perk up immediately, slamming your books shut. Your expression morphs into one of concern, despite Bokuto not being able to see it. The panic in Bokuto’s voice is evident, and he doesn't seem like he's playing a prank or anything.
You gulp, slinging your bag onto one side of your shoulder, ready to take off, “I need you to calm down, Bokuto. What happened?”
The next words he says, collapse onto your head like heavy rainfall.
“AKAASH GOT HURT!”
You take off running, instantly, letting your footsteps known to the whole school as you run, and run as fast as you can, to the school's volleyball court.
Slamming the doors open with a bang, your lungs are burning from the sudden cardio, causing your breaths to become harsh and quick. It makes it hard for you to open your eyes and breathe, even. However, you push past all your fatigue, and sprint inside the court without catching a breath.
The owl-captain comes into sight, and you call out for him. But before you can, your eyes dart to the side. A familiar boy appears sitting on the bleachers, alone, and with two rolled-up tissues stuck up into his nostrils.
“Akaashi…?” You murmur out, as you reluctantly approach him like a dead man alive.
Is he having a nosebleed?
The boy looks up, and he blinks at you, before questioning, “...Y/N? What are you doing here?” His voice slightly nasal from the tissues in his nose.
Your eyes shift from Bokuto, then Akaashi in disbelief. It's as if you have interrupted something, but you are too confused to even understand the situation.
However, Akaashi with his quick analyzing skills, immediately turns his head towards Bokuto with a glare, who's sheepishly grinning ear-to-ear. “Bokuto-san, did you call Y/N here? What did he tell you, Y/N?”
The sudden interrogation leaves you stunned, but your worry is still imminent, “He… um, he told me you were injured, and that it was very bad, so I ran here.” You bite down on your lip hard, wanting to bury yourself deep into the ground.
This interaction with Akaashi doesn't help much with your feelings. You really want to leave.
“HAHAHA! Anyways, you two can go have a little chit chat by the benches! Rest up, Akaash! Gonna go do some practice serves real quick!” Bokuto flees as quickly as he appears, leaving the two of you on the bleachers, with an awkward silence dwelling above.
Akaashi starts it off by shaking his head, “I'm sorry for Bokuto. It's nothing bad. I just suddenly had a nosebleed, probably due to the heat nowadays,” He then looks up at you, and you swear, something shifts inside his gaze, “But thank you for worrying about me, Y/N.”
You can't take it anymore. The words end up leaving your mouth before you can even process them, “Akaashi… You should stop being so close to me now that you're seeing someone. It won't do you good.”
To your surprise, Akaashi makes a noise of confusion, his visage also puzzled, “I don't recall seeing anyone, Y/N.”
A moment of silence for the both of you. His sentence leaves you bewildered, what does he mean? At that second, something clicks in Akaashi’s mind, like the final puzzle piece finally fits into the empty space.
“I’m not going on a date with that girl, Y/N, if that's what you're wondering about. You've misunderstood. I merely wanted to politely reject the chocolates she gave me. Nothing else.”
Oh.
You feel stupid. A sack of potatoes slap you in the face for your stupidity. The humiliation seels in, and you don't dare to stare at Akaashi anymore. It's too embarrassing, how can you reach conclusions like that without even asking him?
Then, something warm touches your hand, “Y/N. Your lips are bleeding again.”
Your heart is nearly beating out of your chest. The drums and vibrations echo in your ear loudly, because of one man before you, who has nothing else to lose.
Akaashi Keiji is touching your hand.
“Please stop plucking your lips, Y/N. It'll hurt you.”
He gently brushes his thumb over the back of your palm, putting a final stop to the negative thoughts in your head, “If it hurts you, it also hurts me. I don't like seeing you in pain.”
...
In the distance, Bokuto wears a prideful grin, putting his hands onto his hips like he's just won the lottery, “Well? Whaddya say? I AM THE BEST MATCHMAKER OF JAPAN! HAHAHA!”
