Akaashi Keiji

Akaashi Keiji Fukurodani Vice Captain 16 ⁂ Male ⁂ Single { RP GROUP }

[fukurokaashi-blog]

Hope I'm not back too late, but if I am then c'est la vie and if someone has since taken the Akaashi blog then I'll just deactivate. Missed you guys. Been dealing with loss of job and having to find a new one, so apologies.

[fukurokaashi-blog]

"Why haven't we had sex yet?"

had he just heard the other right? Arching one brow, he gave him a rather tart look though his expression barely changed; more a pensive glance then anything. "I don't think I know you that well." He demurred, resisting the urge to be a little sarcastic though Kuroo might deserve it.

[fukurokaashi-blog]

"Did you miss me?"

[bokuowl-deactivated20150514]

" Let’s go celebrate it right now then !! “

[fukurokaashi-blog]

"Are you sure it wouldn't be bothersome?" He's almost touched by Bokuto's enthusiasm. "What were you thinking of?"

[fukurokaashi-blog]

"I studied so much I forgot my birthday yesterday..."

[bokuowl-deactivated20150514]

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Send me a ❄ and I’ll use a random generator to help choose a Winter themed plot for our muses!

Bokuto clung onto Akaashi like they had been glued together due to the freezing temperature and how he had conveniently forgotten to bring his scarf in the midst of excitement that enveloped him when the second-year finally agreed to accompanying the Captain to Starbucks to get a peppermint mocha.  

Overhearing Konoha talk about how great it tasted to the point of finishing it in a go without sharing a single drop had successfully plagued his interest, sending a message to Akaashi that same night to go along with him and pestering the other to no end until he agreed — pride and all be damned if it would satisfy the sudden surge of curiosity that would bug him for days. It was a terrible habit, but at least he got motivation to learn new things if it happened.

" OOOH, I’m so excited !! “ The third-year chanted joyfully in the casual loud tone as they were on their way to Starbucks via the pavement and continued, quite used to the other not replying to some of the conversations he started.

" Will it taste really spicy or something ?"

Our muses take a trip to Starbucks to try their first ever peppermint mocha.

[ fukurokaashi ]

[fukurokaashi-blog]

"I don't think peppermint is spicy." Recalling the flavour of some mints he had eaten a while back, as he reflected on how he was even here to begin with. His inability to refuse most of Bokuto's requests based on how harmless they were and the odd appeal they had. Sometimes he wondered if Bokuto deliberately requested to do things he knew Akaashi gleaned enjoyment of if only to bask in his good mood and to feel a surge of pride in knowing what he had achieved. But, that was pure speculation. Obviously. God, it was cold. His irritation was mounting because of the chill and perhaps marginally as a result of Bokuto's presumed intimacy, the way he hadn't just been grabbed but in a sense it felt like Bokuto was trying to absorb him as some kind of physical extension he was holding him so hard. "That hurts." He droned, resisting the urge to elbow him and settling for scowling instead. At least they were almost there.

[fukurokaashi-blog]

He stepped into the house, brushing the soles of his shoes on the welcome mat before slipping them off. No house slippers in sight, he padded barefoot into the hallway with a polite bob of his head at Iwai’s parents before following him upstairs to his room. Gaze roaming...

[fukurokaashi-blog]

He took a seat though it wasn't necessarily when directed, muting a noise of relief. The journey here had been bothersome for him but easier then travelling to, say, the boonies where Karasuno essentially was. Ah, the life of a city kid. "I was told you got C's for your exams. A friend of yours asked if I could study with you to help raise that." Being an A, or near straight A student was mainly just studying then anything. He wasn't naturally smart, just cynical (and mothering). Flipping through the textbooks that had weighed him down on the way here. "What's your worst subject?"

[fukurokaashi-blog]

؎

He was stunned by the action, or was it better to say he hadn’t expected it? For the setter to quite casually tug his lolly from between lips and then bop his own lightly was disgusting. Then again he had speculated as to whether Oikawa had manners anyway and this was a clear no. No, that he did not. Or maybe he did in a twisted sense. “No thanks.” He said with a dry but amused tone, smile firmly masked.

[kingtrashikawa]

Yowch. Someone must’ve woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Oikawa thinks, surprised to be met with such acrid dryness. It’s a friendly action, the offering of the strawberry lolli from his own mouth — and sharing the sugary treat with Bokuto always left the other captain as peachy pleased as a little boy left to wander about in a candy store, so he’d figured he might as well try it with Akaashi. Obviously, his mistake had been to assume — once again — that Bokuto’s good cheer and humour extended to his pucker-faced vice-captain. Oikawa easily brushes the citric acid sting of Akaashi’s inflection off with a shrug, pasting on an even brighter smile as he rolls the lollipop back onto his tongue. “Suit yourself.”

He turns to leave but ends up pausing at the last moment, glancing back over his shoulder with a soft, bubbly laugh. “…But you do know that you’ve probably already shared an indirect kiss with me, right?”

"Just some food for thought!" Oikawa smiles around the lolli, waves goodbye to Akaashi, and whirls back around to exit the gymnasium.

[fukurokaashi-blog]

Implication scalds Akaashi before morbid curiosity bids him to enquire for there is no reason he can think of that might herald kissing the brunet even indirectly. What a mystery and conundrum. "What do you mean?" Determined not to allow the other a chance to escape he keeps apace even though his intentions had lain in opposing directions and really, it was all a waste of time anyway if you thought about it. Hands curled as they were thrust deep into his pockets, brushing stray lint and noticeably, crumbs. Had Bokuto put anything in his blazer lately? He couldn't recall. Strides not quite as long as the setter, though he wasn't left behind either.

[rpstartersanskboxfillers]

Put one in my ask box for a text my muse would send to yours

# for a random text @ for a middle of the night text * for a drunk text + for a loving text ÷ for a depressed text = for a scared text & for a curious text $ for a accidental text ¥ for a drugged text

[fukurokaashi-blog]

[fukurokaashi-blog]

؎

He was stunned by the action, or was it better to say he hadn't expected it? For the setter to quite casually tug his lolly from between lips and then bop his own lightly was disgusting. Then again he had speculated as to whether Oikawa had manners anyway and this was a clear no. No, that he did not. Or maybe he did in a twisted sense. "No thanks." He said with a dry but amused tone, smile firmly masked.

[chxoslord]

Send me § for a starter based ff of the song I'm currently listening to!

[kyyhky]

Quick Akaashi made to get used to drawing again and because fics are giving me too many feels;;;;

[anime-fanarts]

Characters: Akaashi & Bokuto Anime: Haikyuu!!

【腐】HQ詰め合わせ by はちろ (id 466764) | ※ Reprint with permission

[rpfunstuff]

Send me a ❄ and I'll use a random generator to help choose a Winter themed plot for our muses!

After time and time again of pestering phone calls, your muse has lied to their parents about having a significant other and now that it’s time to go home for the holidays, they are desperate to have someone play the part. My muse begrudgingly agrees to pose as your muse’s significant other and attempts to make the best of the situation by spending the time trying to embarrass your muse as much as they can.

It’s the first “snowfall” of the season and what was supposed to just be a light flurry turned into an ice storm and now my muse is stuck at your muse’s house with no electricity.

It’s the middle of the night and my muse hears a knock at their door, it’s your muse and they are dripping wet and shivering out in the cold. My muse invites them in to warm up.

My muse is supposed to cook a holiday feast for their family that’s coming to visit from out of town, but has no idea how to cook the traditional holiday food and has enlisted your muse to help.

My muse is walking through a park when they’re suddenly hit with a snowball, after looking around for a few moments, they discover yours hiding behind a tree with a hoard of snowballs.

My muse needs help creating the perfect snow angel. Their problem is every time they stand up, they leave a hand print and scuffs around the snow angel.

My muse teaches yours how to ice skate, but isn’t very good at it either.

Our muses decide to have a snowman building contest and whoever builds the biggest snow man in the allotted time, gets to destroy the others’.

Our muses decide to see who can catch the most snowflakes on their tongues, winner gets to bury the other in the snow.

Our muses have been searching for the perfect place to go sledding and when they find it, they discover they are not the only ones. The place is overrun with screaming children and they aren’t too sure they want to sled with this many kids around.

Our muses planned to go caroling but no one else that volunteered to come along showed up.

Our muses take a trip to Starbucks to try their first ever peppermint mocha.

Short on cash, our muses decide to start a snow shoveling business and must compete with the group of children that had the same idea.

Your muse has knitted mine a very ill fitting sweater and insists that they wear it to the town’s annual Winter Fest where anyone who’s anyone will see them.

Your muse’s water pipes froze and burst and now has to shower at my muse’s place until the damage is repaired.

[memeideas]

Send me "Kid Again" and my muse will be a child for the duration of a thread

[fukurokaashi-blog]

"I haven't seen Bokuto lately, it's kind of.. Quiet..." He wouldn't admit too being lonely, not at all.