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a/n: for the rest of october, im going to try to put out a few halloween themed works with a haikyuu boy included in each one :) i was originally going to but a few characters into this one, but since it was getting a little lengthy, i decided to just do sakusa hehe
warnings: none!
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sakusa’s pumpkin is very small compared to yours. he insisted that it would be less messy if he got a smaller one. you teased him about it, hoping he’d change his mind, but to no avail. he took measurements as to spread newspapers on the floor, and set a roll of paper towels next to you two. before you two begin, he lights a fall scented candle and turns on halloween music to set the mood. he then disappears into the kitchen. you begin to protest, wanting to start your pumpkin carving already. “kiyoomi, come on! i’m ready to start, what are you doing?” he shouts back from the kitchen. “just give me a minute!” you roll your eyes and sprawl out on your stomach, beginning to sketch away at what you were going to carve.
a few moments later, sakusa returns from the kitchen. you didn’t pay any mind to him, you were so focused on not messing up your sketch. he scoffs, causing you to turn your attention to him. “you’re starting without me?” he carries a mug in each hand, and places one down next to you, trying to catch a glimpse of what you were drawing. you turn your pumpkin away from him. “no peeking! you were taking too long.” you set the pumpkin down, facing to where he couldn’t see it. you pick up the mug, getting a strong whiff of its contents. it was warm apple cider, garnished with cinnamon on the top. you smile and thank him, as he returns to his spot across the floor from you. he picks up his pumpkin and begins to draw a design on it. you begin to carve into your pumpkin, trying your best to stay in the lines you had sketched.
as you’re finishing up your final details, you glance up at sakusa. he has a frown etched into his face, as he jabs a small pumpkin carver into his pumpkin. you snicker as you place a candle into your pumpkin to light later. “how’s it going over there kiyoomi?” he ignores your taunts, and continues to violently carve into his pumpkin, obviously frustrated. “maybe if you would’ve gotten a bigger pumpkin, you wouldn’t be having this problem you dork.” he looks up at you, and slowly turns his pumpkin to face you, his face shrouded in disappointment. you immediately burst out laughing. his pumpkin had a lopsided face messily etched into it, where he tried squeezing its features in on the small surface. you could tell that he tried giving it a happy face, but it looked more…. depressed rather than happy. “awh kiyoomi, i think it’s cute!” he blushes, still frowning a little. “let me see yours then.” you proudly turn your pumpkin to face him. he blushes even harder, his frown fading into a smile. you had carved your pumpkin to match his features in the best of your ability. the pumpkin frowned, a mask carved where the nose and mouth would be. two moles were placed next to the eyebrow. “it’s me!” he exclaimed. you think this is probably the most enthusiastic you’ve seen him. you’re glad it brightened his mood again.
you two step out onto the front porch, placing your pumpkins down to put on display. you light your candle, and when you go to reach in his pumpkin to light his, he stops you. “don’t, it’s embarrassing.” you giggle and assure him it’s fine, that you think it’s adorable. once you light them, you step down off of the patio to take a look at your guys’ work. you won’t deny, his looks like a child had carved it without parent supervision. he bashfully places his face in his hands laughing. “i told you it’s embarrassing. i’m never carving pumpkins again.” you roll your and eyes smile, looking up at him. “well we’re leaving it up for the whole town to see it. come on, let’s go watch a movie. also, i want more of that cider you made earlier.” he smiles back at you. that sounded a lot better than carving pumpkins, even though he wouldn’t admit it, he’d definitely carve pumpkins with you again.
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yayyy congrats!! dw im just now getting my license this weekend, it takes others longer to get their license than others and that’s okay, driving is scary!
Summary: Osamu always knew what it meant whenever he’d see Akaashi’s name light up his phone accompanied by the clock nearing closing time. It meant not closing up Miya Onigiri until probably midnight and opening a few beers before going to bed. It meant not actually going to bed.
It meant feeling Akaashi curled up against his skin, soft and warm, just like him. It meant tasting a kiss reserved for someone else. It meant dreading and anticipating the next night Akaashi would text him again.
‘You still open?’
The answer was always yes, as he gave in to his hunger for more, more, more of this.
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A/N: As for my last surprise on Haikyuu day: It is finally heeeere!! The first two chapters of the fic I've been working on with my best friend is up on AO3 (check them out on Twitter @ ohmykeiji)!! I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I loved writing it 🥺 This means so much to me and I'm so happy to FINALLY be releasing it, on 8.19 nonetheless 🥺 HAPPY HAIKYUU DAY, MY LOVES <3
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Chapter Index:
Chapter 1: "Um...Akaashi, right?"
Chapter 2: ""I’m hurt, Akaashi-kun (︶︹︺)"
Chapter 3: "[Unsent] Are you busy today?" (18+, minors DNI)
AO3 Link || Chapter Index || wc: 5,875 || warnings: SMUT!!! MINORS DNI!!! Some drama, OsaAka being schmexy on Osamu's birthday
a/n: HAPPY MIYA DAY!!! <3 THIS CHAPTER IS RLLY LONG but I hope that makes it worth the wait! It all happens on Osamu's birthday ( ･ิω･ิ) Thanks as usual to my lovely collaborator @ ohmykeiji on Twitter <3 Reblogs are greatly appreciated! ^3^
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What am I doing here?
That was rhetorical, of course. Akaashi knew exactly what he was doing back in Osaka, back in Onigiri Miya, sitting in the corner booth at 11 PM, waiting for the owner to get back from a party.
For the past weeks or so, it has been somewhat of a regular occurrence having Akaashi at Onigiri Miya a few times a week. It’s not everyday, but it might as well have been.
“Anytime, Akaashi-kun. Onigiri Miya’s doors are always open for you.”
Akaashi might have taken that invitation too literally, he worries. Nevertheless, Osamu had always welcomed him with open arms… figuratively, of course.
The first time he visited alone, Osamu was happily surprised. He didn’t expect Akaashi to accept his invitation. He stayed a little longer than his usual shift and made Akaashi’s order himself. The next visit, it was a rather busy night, but Osamu still made time to chat with him; even checked up on him on the way home, texting Akaashi until he said he was safe. In the later visits, Osamu already had his usual order set aside and ready by the time Akaashi arrived.
So yes, Akaashi in Onigiri Miya isn’t really unusual, so this sudden wash of nervousness genuinely confused him. Why am I so nervous?
‘Why’ truly is the question Akaashi always struggles to answer.
Akaashi sinks into the chair, looks at the nicely wrapped bottle of cheap Sake he hastily bought earlier today, and wonders how the hell he ended up in this ordeal. A searing heat rises to his cheeks. Recalling the day’s earlier events was nothing short of embarrassing.
I feel ridiculous.
Akaashi had visited countless times and Osamu had always welcomed him. They probably qualify as friends now, Akaashi hopes. So, he doesn’t understand why this visit feels different.
Yes, it is late. Later than his usual visits, that’s for sure. It is way past closing time, so he will be alone with Osamu for however long he decides to stay. Yes, Akaashi is wearing what he considered was his most “enticing” shirt, as his former teammates used to tease. He wore it with the top buttons open, just like they always told him to. He’s starting to regret that decision now.
Akaashi groans as he tries very hard to calm himself down, but ultimately fails.
If it hadn’t been for that fucking dream.
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That fucking dream.
Akaashi’s dreams are usually forgettable. Empty scenes and blurry faces, but earlier this morning, his imagination was incredibly vivid. In the midst of sleep and consciousness, he found himself sighing one name.
“Osamu…”
Akaashi grabs a fistful of his bedsheets and moans into his pillow. The knot at the pit of his stomach tightening with every breath he takes. I’m close. His breathing gets more frantic as he whines,
“Please…”
Lying on his stomach, he buries his head deeper into the cushion, gripping tighter on the sheets. All the sensations flowed through him. It was overwhelming, electric, spilling out of him through groans and sighs. He ruts into the mattress, begging for more friction.
All of a sudden he was coming down from the high, feeling lighter, like a weight was lifted from on top of him. The relief he’d been chasing just escaped him.
Wait, what? His hand brushes over to the other end of the bed in search of the presence that was previously on him. He turns to see that this side of the bed was...empty?
Akaashi groggily peaks out of his pillow. The soft sunlight breaks through the small cracks in between his curtains. Fragments of his heated haze he’d just broken from, slowly flood his consciousness. Tender touches from warm, rough hands gripping onto his skin desperately. Hot breaths in between open-mouthed kisses. A low voice swearing softly into his ear. A soft voice that clearly belonged to one— Osamu Miya.
Akaashi shoots straight up, blinking in disbelief. What… Did I just—?
Did I really just... He feels his face heat up as he sees the mess he’s made. He crumbles in embarrassment. Oh god. What is wrong with me?
He looks at his phone and sees that it was only 8 AM. It’s too early for this. He wills himself to get up and clean his sheets before his brain starts to go overdrive wondering what this all meant. He should distract himself with a shower and a meal.
As he puts last night’s leftovers in the microwave, his phone vibrates. He looks over to the counter to see Osamu’s name on the screen. Immediately, Akaashi crumbles almost comically. He debates whether he could even read his message without cringing at himself.
He decides he’s being ridiculous. He can’t really be subjecting himself to being paralyzed by one absurd dream. Osamu is his friend and that dream was just… a dream. Nothing more. He opens the message.
[from: Miya Osamu]
Akaashi-kun! What do you think of this jacket on me? (?(｡_。).｡o0O?？
A photo of Osamu taking a mirror selfie in his living room pops up. His hair is gelled up and styled as his head tilted slightly to the side. He has a small awkward smile on his face… like he doesn’t know how to smile in photos and he was looking at his phone; not the mirror.
He’s wearing a black denim jacket, thick and a little stiff. It’s nicely tailored, looks rather new… and rather tight on his biceps, Akaashi notes. Though, he doesn’t think he should mention that. Akaashi would say, it looks good on him. Actually, it looks really good on him. Akaashi doesn’t realize how long he’s been staring at the photo until a new message appears.
[from: Miya Osamu]
That bad, huh? ( .. )
[from: Akaashi Keiji]
No no no!
It looks really good, Miya-san!
Actually, it looks really good on you.
It looks new?
What’s the occasion?
[from: Miya Osamu]
Nothin really. Just thought I’d dress up hehe (˘･ᴗ･˘)
What’re you up to today?
Akaashi smiles at the message. He was worried he really messed up there, getting too distracted by a picture to reply. Really now. He couldn’t believe he’d get so caught up with these things.
Unconsciously, Akaashi starts typing up a message.
[from: Akaashi Keiji]
[Unsent] Are you busy today?
Akaashi catches himself. He reads what he just wrote. What am I doing? And so what if he isn’t busy? Did he want to hang out with Osamu today? So suddenly? It’s not like Akaashi to be so spontaneous. But he hasn’t really been himself the past weeks so, he really doesn’t know what’s going on with him. Did he just want to see Osamu today?
Meow. Akaashi turns to find his cat Shoyo, staring up at him knowingly… almost scrutinizingly.
“Not one word.” Akaashi tells him before deciding to stop giving his mind any more reason to go into overdrive. He quickly erases the message and switches apps. He resolves to distract himself with other people’s lives. He heads over to Instagram and quickly flips through the mundane details of his friends' lives.
He scrolls through them mindlessly until he hits Hinata’s story.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
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Hinata’s instagram stories are truly to blame for this.
No, that’s unfair. Akaashi should really blame himself for even checking, for being so thoughtless. He rarely checks his socials to begin with, and the one time he does, he sees the birthday dedications for the person Akaashi had just been distracting himself from. Literally minutes after he messaged him “What’s the occasion?” God, the universe does have a sense of humor. And its sense of humor was humiliating Akaashi.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MIYANS!!!” it read, paired with a selfie with the twins and Bokuto. Akaashi rubbed his forehead before tapping to the next story.
It was followed by a clip of the MSBY team staying at Atsumu’s place the night before, counting down to midnight. The camera shook violently as the orange-haired boy yelled “HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHUMU~!” and tackled Atsumu to the ground. A bright pink dusted Atsumu’s cheeks.
“JEEZ SHOYO, YOU’LL KILL US BOT—” the video cuts off and moves on to the next clip.
The next video showed Osamu, earlier this morning, standing behind the counter of Onigiri Miya. The camera approached from the store’s entrance and Hinata's voice booms from behind the phone. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAMU-SAAAN!” he yells and Osamu smiles brightly as he thanks Shoyo.
The whole restaurant starts to sing him a happy birthday song then the Instagram story ends there.
Naturally, Akaashi panicked and ruminated whether or not he should send a 5 paragraph apology to Osamu, but instead he went on an adrenaline-induced trip to the nearest department store, searching at least 2 hours for the best present he could find in short notice, spending just a little extra cash just to have them wrapped nicely. Not to mention, grabbing the nicest polo from the depths of his closet then going on an hours-long train ride just to reach Onigiri Miya in time before they close.
It’s quite a lot of effort, Akaashi now realizes, and the embarrassment starts to settle in.
What am I doing?
He can feel his mind start to head over to the worst case scenarios as it naturally does these days. Miya-san might be bothered with accommodating me so late, and after a birthday celebration no less. And I even forgot his birthday. He’s probably sick of me visiting so much.
“Anytime, Akaashi-kun. Onigiri Miya’s doors are always open for you.”
He probably regrets saying that too. Akaashi started to feel his stomach churn when the gate outside made a noise. The only remaining staff, Hana-chan, runs up to the entrance to greet who had just entered.
“Welcome back, Miya-san!” She says, her voice still chipper despite having stayed past overtime.
“Hana-chan, what’re you still doing here so late? You should be home.” Akaashi stood up from his seat, his fingers started to twiddle with each other as he stared at the open entrance, waiting.
“Oh, there’s someone here for you. I told him he could wait inside.”
“Waiting for me?”
Akaashi feels himself get a little self-conscious. He looks around the room for a mirror. He settles for his faint reflection on the window beside him and fixes a couple stray strands of his hair.
“Mhm! He’s right inside, but I’ll head home now that you’re here if that’s okay.”
“Yes, of course! You should...”
Akaashi hears the playful scolding Hana received for staying so late and it tugs a small smile on his face. He hears them say goodbye then in walks Osamu. Akaashi meets his gaze instantly.
“Akaashi-kun!” Osamu exclaims happily. He almost runs to Akaashi before pulling him into a quick hug. Akaashi could smell a mix of sweat, alcohol, and what’s left of his cologne on him and a knot appears in the pit of his stomach.
He’s visibly still intoxicated, Akaashi notes. His hair, now a damp, ruffled mess that fell perfectly on his face. A pink flush is spread across his cheeks and on the tips of his ears. Perhaps Sake wasn’t the best gift to give him.
Still, Osamu looks happy to see him. Akaashi doesn’t know why that catches him so off-guard.
“Miya-san. Sorry to visit so late.” He almost bows.
“No, are you kidding? It’s great to see you!” Osamu says, “I like your shirt. You look great.”
Akaashi looks at his shoes and hopes Osamu doesn’t notice him hiding the flush he's certain he has on his face. Akaashi changes the subject.
“Miya-san. I’m really sorry for forgetting your birthday. I didn’t—That text—” Akaashi stumbles.
“It’s alright, Akaashi-kun,” Osamu says, “Did you… did you go all this way to greet me?”
Akaashi hands him the nicely wrapped bottle, “Happy Birthday.”
Osamu takes the bottle, but doesn’t say anything. It’s making Akaashi a little nervous. “I have one for Atsumu-san too. It’s on the counter.” Akaashi adds, trying to fill the quiet. “I hope this is okay.”
“Of course it is! It’s just that…” Osamu looks up and smiles “Really, I wouldn't mind you just greeting me through text, but I like having you here better. Thank you.”
Akaashi ignores the irregular thump in his chest and just replies, “You’re welcome.”
Osamu suddenly removes his denim jacket, revealing the tight plain black tee underneath. The shirt ends just below his belly button, exposing a part of his stomach and Akaashi tries his best not to stare.
“Care to drink with me?” Osamu says, placing his jacket on the counter as he walks behind it.
“You’re opening it now?” Akaashi says, surprised.
“Sure, I mean… you went all this way. Might as well make the trip worth it, right?”
Akaashi scans his brain for the pros and cons of this. On one hand, he’ll be drinking alone with Miya Osamu, but on the other… he’ll be drinking alone with MIYA OSAMU. These lists are usually easier with Udai or any of his old teammates. He’d forgotten the struggle of building these lists in the early stages of his old friendships.
“C’mon you’re really going to leave me here to drink alone on my birthday?” Osamu says, pouting a little. Akaashi tries to keep a straight face, but he honestly can’t tell if he’s succeeding or not.
“I suppose one drink wouldn’t hurt.”
Osamu beams. He brings out a couple of shot glasses from behind the counter then heads over to the other side. He settles on the seat next to Akaashi and pours a fair amount of Sake in each glass. He slides one over to Akaashi. They cheers and drink.
Akaashi's face crinkles at the bitterness and Osamu chuckles fondly at him. “I don’t really drink that often.” Akaashi admits.
“Oh, well... Let’s make this a little fun then. Let’s play a drinking game.” Osamu says as he pours more Sake in each glass.
“Is there such a game that can only be played by 2 people?” Akaashi asks.
“Oh a bunch! But I think we should play… hmm..” Osamu thinks for a moment, looking up as if the answer would be on the ceiling. “... 20 questions.”
“20 questions?”
“Yeah. It’s simple, straightforward and I wanna know more about you.” Osamu says, a little too comfortably. Akaashi loses the words and just says “Okay.”
“Ok. You can go first.” Osamu decides.
“Ok um…What’s your favorite color?” Akaashi says without thinking.
“Oh c’mon I know you can do better than that. Hit me with a better question.” Osamu says playfully. “Something you don’t think I can answer, so I’ll have to drink.”
Mmmm… Better question, Akaashi’s brows furrow as he thinks for a moment.
“Do you miss playing volleyball?”
Akaashi sees a change in Osamu’s expression. Akaashi worries if that was too much for the first question, but then Osamu smiles.
“Every now and then.” He says, “I mostly miss my old teammates. Y’know, being with them all the time. But my brother has always loved volleyball more than I have and I obviously love what I do.”
Osamu takes a quick glance around the place, pride brimming in his eyes.
“You did pretty well for yourself.” Akaashi says.
“Why, thank you,” Osamu blushes, though Akaashi couldn’t tell if that was because of the alcohol or what… Akaashi decides to move on.
“Did Atsumu-san really hold it against you?” He asks, “That you didn’t want to pursue volleyball?”
“Yeah, for a while. But I think he was just too afraid to admit that he was going to miss me, hahaha!” Osamu smirks smugly.
“I mean you both have shared everything together your whole life. Even the womb. I can imagine how jarring it’d be.” Akaashi adds.
“Yeah well, he’s moved on. Especially since we're both in Osaka.”
“You and Atsumu-san still hang out as often?”
“Mostly on the weekends, but things do get busy every now and then.,” Osamu answers rather quickly before rubbing his hands together and says, “Alright! My turn.”
Akaashi is taken aback by Osamu's burst of eagerness. Osamu leans in, eyes squinted, almost glaring. “Since when did you start calling Tsumu by his first name?”
Akaashi… is speechless.
“You still call me by my last name,” Osamu continues, “but Tsumu gets a pass? Sounds a little unfair, Akaashi-kun.”
Akaashi doesn’t know what to answer. Especially not with how upset Osamu looks right now. Akaashi can’t tell if he’s playing around or not. So, Akaashi tries to explain, “He insisted I should. It’d be impolite to turn him down.”
“If I insist you call me by my first name, would you turn me down?” Osamu probes, leaning closer. Akaashi almost stops breathing. He takes a shot.
“Ah I see, you’ve picked your favorite twin. It’s okay.” Osamu says defeatedly.
“No— Miya-kun… I’m just… I didn’t want to confuse both of you so, I thought I should call you differently and since Atsumu-san insisted, I figured—”
Osamu chuckles, “I’m just kiddin’ around, Akaashi-kun. You can call me whatever you want, as long as you call me.”
Akaashi struggles a little to figure out whether that was a come-on or not. It’s a little difficult to tell right now with alcohol in his system. Osamu notices Akaashi’s frazzled state and says, “You alright there, Akaashi-kun? You look like you’re about to faint.”
“I feel like I’m about to faint.” Akaashi admits, softly.
“Hahaha… please don’t. I want to keep talking to you.” Osamu smiles, seemingly enjoying Akaashi’s flustered state at the moment.
“I just really wasn’t expecting that.”
“Sorry. I’m just a little competitive. That’s all.”
There are some undertones in that statement that Akaashi feels he shouldn’t address. But he’s suddenly feeling a little more daring, so he humors the comment.
“Is it really a competition? It’s not like Atsumu-san’s the one I’ve been taking a 3-hour train ride for over the past few weeks.” Akaashi says as he pours himself another shot. He almost didn’t realize his comment had left the boy beside him frozen in his place.
Osamu clears his throat, visibly flustered, “Alright, your turn.”
Akaashi decides to ask a lighter question this time.
“How do you make your onigiris taste so good?” Akaashi’s surprised he got through that question without stuttering.
“Talent, I guess?” Osamu says it so smugly, Akaashi deadpans him. Osamu laughs at his reaction.
“I’m just playin’. No, it’s the result of years trying to understand something I really care about. That’s all it is really.” Osamu fiddles with the shot glass as he speaks, spinning it in place carefully so as to not let the Sake spill. He continues, “And I love making them. That’s how Tsumu feels about volleyball and that’s what I feel about food. I would assume that’s how you feel about writing too, isn’t it?”
“I suppose.”
“Yeah so, I think when you put in the time and effort, that’s just the natural endpoint.”
“That’s… very poignant.”
“You think so?” Osamu grins, “I was really hoping to sound smart to ya.”
Akaashi rolls his eyes at him, but laughs along.
“You’re pretty good at this game, Akaashi-kun.”
“I haven’t even made you drink once.”
“That’s because you ask such great questions. It’s pretty hard to keep up.” Akaashi knows Osamu’s just humoring him, but he accepts the compliment anyway. “Alright. Your turn, Miya-san.”
“Alright.” Osamu thinks for a while. Akaashi notices him frown for a moment before asking...
“How’ve ya been these days?”
Akaashi blinks, almost asking him to repeat himself. He didn’t expect him to ask him that, even outside of this drinking game. Akaashi doesn’t even realize how taken aback he is with this question.
“You mean… just in general?”
“Yeah. I’ve been thinking about ya a lot and how you’ve been doing since… y’know… ”
Akaashi then realizes Osamu’s pause earlier was him trying to be considerate. That day at the game was weeks ago now, but they haven’t spoken about it at all. Akaashi wonders how long Osamu’s been thinking about that. To be truthful, Akaashi hadn't been thinking about it and prefers to keep it that way. Nevertheless...
“I’m sorry if I’m bringing up a sore subject,” Osamu says, “We can skip that if you’d like. You don’t even have to drink.”
“No I… ” Akaashi stares down at the Sake in his shot glass. Akaashi can feel the alcohol pull his thoughts out of his head and into his air, “... I’ve been doing okay. Work’s a good distraction and coming here after isn’t so bad. I think I’m just... trying to not think about it.”
“I see.”
“It’s still difficult to talk to Bokuto-san, but I think space is just what I need in order to be able to be friends with him again. I don’t want to end up resenting him.”
Osamu doesn’t say anything, doesn’t disturb. Akaashi sighs a sigh he’s been holding for a while, “I just wish things were different. Then things would’ve been easier. Is that selfish?”
“Not in a bad way.” Osamu says. Akaashi almost scoffs.
“You can’t blame yourself for wanting Bokkun. He is quite a man.” Osamu tries to lighten the mood, but Akaashi barely offers a laugh. Osamu looks at Akaashi and sees his pleading eyes glisten behind his glasses.
“I wish I just didn’t feel this way. “ Akaashi says softly, almost in a whisper.
“Hey c’mon. You’re only human. You’re allowed to feel things.”
Is he? These feelings felt irresponsible, dangerous. It’s straining a friendship he holds dear to his heart. It’s giving him sleepless nights mourning a selfish dream made by a boy who couldn’t tell the difference between platonic and romantic. He could do without these feelings, and things would be much easier for him. Even now, after such a rejection, the feelings remain and Akaashi doesn’t know what to do.
“I suppose.”
Osamu doesn’t know if he’s giving the right advice. Hell, he doesn’t know if he should even dispel advice, but seeing Akaashi slowly sink and unravel in front of him, he couldn’t help but feel the need to give his two cents on the matter.
“Contrary to popular belief, you’re allowed to want things for yourself, Akaashi-kun. And frankly, you deserve it. You deserve it because why the hell wouldn’t you.”
Akaashi looks up at Osamu, a little overwhelmed. Why the hell wouldn’t you? Akaashi never thought about it that way before.
“I guess I’m just not used to it.” He says, not really knowing what else to say.
A pause before Akaashi takes the shot glass in front of him and downs it in one gulp. Osamu watches him take the bottle to pour himself another. Akaashi downs that quickly too.
Osamu worries he might’ve ruined Akaashi’s mood and the guilt starts to brew in his stomach. He should probably get him some water. Maybe change the subject as well. But before Osamu could even open his mouth, Akaashi blurts out softly, “I have a question.”
“Yeah?”
“Why… why are you doing this?”
The room is suddenly still.
“Doing what exactly?”
“This. I mean… it’s almost midnight and you’re still here with me. You’re probably really tired from your party and need some sleep. Why…”
Osamu’s eyes stay locked on Akaashi, tense but patient. Meanwhile, Akaashi keeps his gaze on the floor. “... And that day of the game, you didn’t have to treat me or talk to me after… I don’t understand why you’d take time out of your day for me.”
Osamu doesn’t know how to answer. One, because Akaashi sounds genuinely confused and two, Osamu is also quite surprised. The entire time he had been so worried if he was being too obvious, he didn’t realize Akaashi hadn’t noticed at all.
He moves a little closer, making sure he’s looking right at Akaashi when he tells him, “... I wanted to do those things. And if you’re asking why… well… I don’t think it’s hard to tell.”
The air in the room got thicker, but Osamu doesn’t tear his eyes away, doesn’t falter. He hopes he’s made things a little clearer for Akaashi, but he doesn’t want to press him any further. Osamu decides to ease some tension, so he says, “We should really get some water in us.”
When Osamu pulls away, Akaashi is suddenly hyper aware of the space around him.
“Y-yeah…” Akaashi manages to say, “...maybe some food too.”
“I got some upstairs. Can you stand okay?”
Akaashi nods. Osamu takes his jacket off the counter then helps Akaashi up.
Akaashi insists he can walk on his own, but Osamu holds onto him just in case. They stagger their way upstairs. When they reach the apartment, Akaashi leans on the doorframe and watches Osamu unlock his front door.
Osamu feels himself get a little self-conscious under Akaashi’s gaze. Osamu turns to peek at him. The dull hallway light reflected faintly on Keiji’s face, his eyes sparkling despite the darkness. Osamu holds the breath that was being taken out of his lungs.
“Make yourself at home.” Osamu says as they enter the apartment.
He heads over to his kitchen to take out some leftovers from the fridge. He notices Akaashi had barely moved from the front door, looking around like he’s afraid to disturb anything.
“You can sit on the couch. I made sure to clean it right after Tsumu and Shoyo used it.” Osamu jeers. Akaashi laughs before making his way to the couch.
“It feels different with just the two of us here.”
“Good different, I hope.”
Osamu heads over to him and places a plateful of sushi on the coffee table. “Kita-san, sent this over this morning as a gift. I wasn’t able to finish it.” Osamu says.
He hands Akaashi a pair of chopsticks and they eat in silence for a while.
The conversation downstairs started to sink in. The two examined every line that was said and heard as they filled their stomachs. And in the midst of the drunken haze, the two became overtly conscious of the small distance between them.
Osamu finds himself a little impressed with his boldness towards Akaashi, but then realizes how easily it could have come across as arrogance. He rubs the stiffness behind his neck in embarrassment. He attempts to form a coherent apology, but his mind can’t even form a sentence.
Osamu honestly just can’t believe Akaashi’s here alone with him; inches away but feels too far. He was only inches away. Osamu could hardly breathe.
“Samu-kun.”
Osamu freezes. Body, mind, and soul.
“...Y-yeah?”
“About what you said earlier…”
Osamu turns to look at Akaashi. His glasses hung close to the tip of his nose. A faint tinge of red fills his cheekbones and ears. It could easily be caused by the shots of Sake, but…
“You said that… it wasn’t hard to tell…”
“Oh yeah… well, I, uh—”
“I’m sorry, but I can be a bit dense with these things and… I’m sorry if I’m taking it the wrong way, but I’m not really looking for anything serious right now... ”
Osamu understands. He can’t find it in himself to be disappointed - especially not with Akaashi. He was relieved that Akaashi was the one to bring it up, and was grateful for his candor. Thank God. Now I can just drop it.
“But…”
...But?
“You said I’m allowed to want anything.”
Akaashi places his hand on Osamu’s thigh. Osamu stiffens at the gentle touch. The warmth from Akaashi’s hand seeps past his jeans and into his skin. It spreads from his thigh and upward to his… Osamu suddenly can’t think straight.
“And right now… I...want you.”
He looks at Akaashi and he’s looking away, hiding his face. Osamu can’t find the words to say… anything, really. He just watches Akaashi’s hand grip his thigh timidly, trying to convey his intentions.
Osamu leans over to Akaashi. He places his finger under the boy’s chin to turn his head toward him. Their faces, mere inches away. Osamu’s gaze fall to Akaashi’s pink lips. Fuck. He’s even prettier up close.
“Akaashi-kun…” Osamu whispers as his hand cradles Akaashi’s cheek. Akaashi sighs into his palm. The warmth of his breath sends Osamu in a daze.
“... Are you sure about this?” Osamu makes sure. Akaashi’s eyes flutter closed as they lean further into each other and their foreheads touch. “Because if we start, I’m not sure I can stop.”
“I want you, Samu-kun,” Akaashi squeaks.
Osamu’s jaw clenches. His eyes fall to Akaashi’s mouth. His thumb grazes over his lower lip and Akaashi’s mouth falls open instinctively. He looks up at Osamu, expectantly. His eyes glimmered behind long eyelashes.
“I don’t want to do anything you’ll regret.”
“Then don’t hold back.”
Their lips collide into a hungry kiss. Their bodies melt into each other, intertwining as they let instinct take control. Osamu captures Akaashi’s lower lip, pulling it softly, opening it up so he could taste more of him. Akaashi welcomes him eagerly, whimpering into his mouth, as he grips onto Osamu’s shirt, trying to pull him closer than he already is. Akaashi tasted sweet, with hints of the bitter Sake from earlier. He tasted like the first autumn breeze, sweet coffee, and an uncertainty Osamu couldn’t get enough of.
Akaashi loses his balance and falls on the couch, pulling Osamu on top of him. Osamu pulls away for a moment to adjust their positions before going back down to place open mouthed kisses on Akaashi’s neck.
He sucks on Akaashi’s soft skin, starting from the edge of jaw, below his ear, then moving down to his collarbones and shoulder. Thrilled by the thought of leaving remnants of himself on his skin. He bites on each spot tenderly, enjoying each noise that comes out of Akaashi’s mouth.
Osamu starts undoing Akaashi’s buttons, pressing light kisses on his skin as he exposes more of his chest. “Fuck Keiji, you’re so unreal.” Osamu sighs into his skin. Akaashi just moans in response, deprived of any words to say.
After all the buttons were undone, Osamu moved further down Akaashi’s body, placing soft kisses on his abdomen, mumbling sweet praises in between kisses. Osamu starts to undo Akaashi’s pants. He tugs on them lightly to signal Akaashi to lift himself a little to help him out. Akaashi complies.
Akaashi’s dick laid hard beneath his underwear. A small patch of wetness by the tip. Osamu’s mouth was practically watering at the sight of it. Then without warning, Osamu licked the length of Akaashi’s cock over the thin cloth, his saliva seeping through easily. Akaashi let out a gasp before deciding to look down.
He sees Osamu had moved his underwear aside before taking his whole length in his mouth. Akaashi mewls. He quickly covers his mouth, realizing how loud he was but Osamu removes it away. Osamy looks up at him with dark eyes and says “Don’t hold back. I wanna hear you.”
Akaashi nods obediently. Osamu's mouth was so warm, Akaashi’s hips twitched at the feel of him. Osamu takes his time sucking his dick, wanting to taste every inch of him, enjoying as much of him as he can.
Osamu starts to feel Akaashi’s thrusts getting faster and his legs start to tremble, his breath hitching as he gets closer and closer to the edge. Then Osamu pulls away and Akaashi almost cries at the loss of his warmth.
Osamu moves up to stifle the noise coming out of Akaashi’s mouth with a deep kiss. His hand cradles the side of Akaashi’s face, holding him gently in place. When Osamu breaks the kiss, Akaashi whines in protest. Osamu kisses his forehead as he shushes him.
“It’s okay, baby. I’ll let you come in a moment. But I’m going to need you to hold on a little longer, okay?”
“Mkay,” Akaashi whimpers beneath him, already so close to the edge.
Akaashi’s hands run across Osamu’s clothed chest down to the hem of his shirt, gripping tightly, begging for Osamu to remove it. Osamu takes the hint.
“Eager, are we?” Osamu smirks before peeling off his shirt. Akaashi drinks up the sight of Osamu’s chest. He runs his hand on the wide expanse of his chest, exploring the dips and corners of his skin. Akaashi had always wondered what he’d look like under his uniform. Now, he couldn’t resist the urge to have a taste of him.
Akaashi sits up to mouth Osamu’s chest. Samu hisses at the feel of Akaashi’s tongue on his nipple. He mumbles sweet profanities in Akaashi’s ear.
“Fuck Keiji. I didn’t take you to be this filthy.”
Akaashi didn’t expect his stomach to flutter at that. He decides to move up and place sloppy kisses on Osamu’s collarbones and neck. But Osamu could feel Akaashi grinding on him for more friction.
Osamu then swiftly lifted Keiji on top of him as he sat back down on his couch. Osamu starts to undo his pants while Akaashi leaves his own marks all over his skin. Osamu manages to pull his jeans and pants down to his ankles.
“Samu,” Akaashi breathes onto his neck, greedy for more.
“Grind on me, Keiji. Come on. Make yourself feel good.” Osamu pets his hair, helping him place himself properly on his lap.
Akaashi lines his dick with Osamu’s and holds them in place. Akaashi starts rubbing them, to let his precum and some of Samu’s saliva spill over to Samu’s cock. Akaashi starts grinding on him, moaning at his own pleasure. He hears something open and looks up to see Osamu had taken out lube from a nearby drawer. Osamu pours a generous amount on both their cocks and Akaashi groans at the feel of it.
“Samu,” Akaashi mewls, his thrusts getting faster and faster.
“Fuck Keiji, keep going. You’re so perfect. So perfect like this.” A fire ignites in Akaashi and he thrusts faster, rubbing himself fervently against Osamu. He wraps his arms around Osamu’s neck as he moves even faster, desperate to reach his climax. Osamu’s arms hug his waist, pulling him closer as he met him with his own thrusts.
They whisper sweet little encouragements into each other’s skin. Heat ran through their skin as they jerked harder and faster against each other.
“Fuck fuck fuck…” Akaashi moans, his breath hitching up and his entire body trembles. His thrusts become short and quick as he chases the high. Then he spills his orgasm all over Samu’s torso and cock. He whispers Osamu’s name over and over as he comes.
“You were so good, baby. You did so well.” Samu kisses Akaashi’s hair, caressing his back as his body twitched on top of him.
“Thank you.” Akaashi says and Osamu chuckles at how cute he sounded.
They lay there for a moment, catching their breath until Akaashi starts to nuzzle his face on the crook of Osamu’s neck. He starts to kiss his skin softly.
“Samu,” Akaashi sighs.
“Yes, Keiji?”
“Want you… in me…” Akaashi whines, unable to resist the ache.
Osamu chuckles at the former setter then takes him into another deep kiss. He lightly nips at his lower lip before pulling away and looking into those deep green eyes.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you.” Osamu gives Akaashi another reassuring kiss, before lifting him up and walking them to the bedroom.
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