Here is a birthday drabble for our setter and savior Akaashi Keiji!
Big thanks to @invisiblemassofcurls and @thexlittlexcrow for the ideas <3
Also, I found art for inspiration and more inspiration.
Pairing: Akaashi Keiji & Hinata Shouyou
It would have been uncomfortably warm if Akaashi had worn jeans like he had originally planned. He was suddenly glad that he had checked the weather forecast as he walked onto the train stationâs receiving platform. The breeze was cool against his legs as the skirt he wore swished around with each step he took.
Only the sheer stockings that came up to the top of his knees provided some protection from the elements. Meaning the sun, for Akaashiâs skin burned quite easily. It was however, a better alternative to having heat stroke.
Akaashi stood close to a wall near the exit and pulled out his phone to check the time - 11:25 AM. A blare of a horn grabbed his attention and he looked up to watch the train pull into the terminal, right on time. He held his phone tightly, not wanting to drop it in the rush that was soon to follow.
The train ground to a jerky halt and people were piling out of the doors before they had even fully opened. Akaashiâs eyes darted around, looking for a flash of orange but even with his height, he couldnât see much. Then, like the sun shining through the clouds, Hinata stepped out of the crowd with a bright smile.
The sight of his small boyfriend made Akaashiâs heart flutter, especially when Hinata rose his arms hesitantly. Without a word, Akaashi stepped forward and took the boy into his arms, holding him close like he wished he could do every day. It would only be another couple weeks before Hinata would be moving to Tokyo to attend University, but the distance had been a struggle over the year theyâd been dating.
There was only a moment before they were bodily bumped into and Hinata laughed before carefully taking Akaashiâs hand to lead them out of the station. It worked for all of five minutes before Hinata looked around in confusion and Akaashi hadnât the heart to tell him they were going the wrong way.
âThis isnât the way to your house,â Hinata mumbled with furrowed eyebrows and Akaashi chuckled.
âNo, but we can take the next left and circle back around,â Akaashi said easily, not minding the extra time itâd take in the slightest.
Hinata whined dramatically, âAkaashi-san! How am I supposed to learn the way if you keep letting me get lost?â
Akaashi gave an amused little smile, âIâm sure youâll figure it out eventually.â
Hinataâs eyes narrowed further and he huffed, âYou think this is funny.â
âOf course not, Shouyou,â Akaashi shook his head, but had to cover his mouth with the back of his hand to hid his grin. They stared each other down for a moment before Hinata rolled his eyes good-naturedly and took the left as directed.
They walked in a nice silence, the likes of which Akaashi didnât get to enjoy when their friends were with them. Kuroo and Bokuto made Hinata hyper beyond comprehension and Kenma seemed to only encourage him by getting competitive. It was only when they were alone that Akaashi experienced a side of Hinata that he had only seen on the court.
Hinata became serious and contemplative on the court, but also passionate and wild. He was like that with Akaashi too.
âLook! Ice cream! Come on Akaashi-san, my treat!â Hinata crowed, dragging Akaashi by the hand he still held captive. Despite the heat and sweat gathering there, Akaashi didnât quite want to let go. He smiled though, when Hinata ordered two of Akaashiâs favorite popsicles finally being released as they had to open the packaging.
As they ate their ice cream they walked, until Akaashi led them onto the street that his house resided on. Hinata gave an excited little hum of recognition as they approached the house and made their way inside. He took of his shoes, blinking in surprise as Hinata slipped off his shoes faster and stepped up into the house.
His socks slid against the hardwood floor and Akaashi hid a smile at the cute display. âWe can head up to my room,â Akaashi said and Hinata bounded up the stairs two at a time. Akaashi followed slower to make sure he himself didnât slip and fall.
When he walked into his room, Hinata was already sitting on the floor finishing up his popsicle and tossing the stick into Akaashiâs garbage bin. Akaashi did the same after he took the last couple bites before settling down next to Hinata on the carpet. He opened his arms a bit, an invitation to Hinata.
Hinata grinned and crawled over but, before Akaashi could realize what was happening he was bodily shoved to the ground. Hands gripped his leg and side, flipping him over. He groaned balefully into the carpet where heâd been strewn.
Akaashi leaned up onto his elbows and glared over his shoulder. He made to rise from the ground and would have if it hadnât been for Hinata sitting on his lower back, socked toes nudging right up against Akaashiâs upper ribs. âWhat are you doing Shouyou?â He asked calmly, voice low and even; almost dangerous.
A small smile was directed down at him and Akaashi sucked in a breath when he felt fingers pull at the hem of his skirt, tugging it back down his legs. âDonât worry Akaashi-san, Iâm sure that youâll show me the best way to your house next time right?â Hinata asked innocently as if he were asking about the weather.
His skirt was released but he jumped when the fingertips fluttered down the backs of his thighs instead. Akaashi held his breath at the sparkling feeling, head dropping to rest his forehead against the floor. He took a deep steady breath before hissing through his teeth, âOf course.â
The time to appease his boyfriend seemed to have passed however, because Hinata scratched ever so lightly at the backs of Akaashiâs knees. Akaashi squealed, bucking slightly and kicking out his legs, laughter bubbling up high and light. âAre you sure, Akaashi-san?â Hinata teased as his nails swirled up to the sensitivity of Akaashiâs inner thighs.
âNo! Shouyou! Stop!â Akaashi laughed, reaching out for something, anything that could get him out of the situation. There was nothing, however. Anything that could give him leverage was well out of reach and Akaashi burrowed his face in his arms as the utter feeling of helpless ticklishness overtook him.
He gave out a series of squeals when Hinata began pinching at his inner thigh, up under the edge of his skirt. âNo there! Shouyou, please!â Akaashi pleaded through his laughter; laughter that fell into a silent wheezing when the previously still toes began prodding under his arms, âNahaha!â
Hinata giggled with him, âOh, are you still ticklish under your arms, Akaashi? Do you like tickles in your armpits?â Akaashi lit up like a roman candle, absolutely mortified at the blatant teasing. No matter how he twisted, he couldnât get his arms down to stop the merciless tickling. âAnd what about down here, hmm?â
Akaashi gasped in air at the brief respite as Hinata carefully scooted further down his body to settle on his calves. âShouyou, please donât,â Akaashi heaved, rolling enough onto one elbow to peer down at Hinataâs back.
âIâve heard that stockings make it even more ticklish,â Hinata said in warning and Akaashi fell into silent shuddering laughter as finely filed nails fluttered onto and all around his feet. Over his arches and under his toes, before settling into a maddening pattern on the balls of his feet in a way that brought out hiccupy giggles.
In his desperation, Akaashi reached down and dug his fingers into Hinataâs nearest foot and Hinata gave a startled laugh. He rose off of Akaashiâs ankles and began to move away. Akaashi took the opportunity, pulling his legs away and crawling after Hinata; wrestling him down until he was staring up at Akaashi, arms stretched high above his head.
Unlike what Akaashi had expected, Hinata didnât beg to be released. Instead Hinata just giggled in anticipation as Akaashi walked two fingers up and down his torso. âI never thought Iâd be straddled by someone wearing a skirt, Akaashi-san,â Hinata said so innocently, âItâs very pretty on you.â
Akaashi flushed at the compliment, âDonât think that flattery will get you out of this.â Nervous giggles fell from Hinataâs lips again as he fidgeted within Akaashiâs hold. He tightened his hold on Hinataâs wrists as he finally and quite suddenly dug his fingers into Hinataâs ribs.
Hinata keened, twisting the couple inches he was able before falling back into the press of fingers. Desperate laughter filled the room and now that it wasnât Akaashiâs, he could appreciate it more. He released long enough to slip his fingers up and into Hinataâs bare underarm.
The answering squeal gave Akaashi pre-tickle shivers. At least Akaashi had been protected by his t-shirt; Hinata had made a bad choice in wearing a tanktop that day. When Hinataâs squealing let off into almost delighted giggles however, interspaced with the occasional snort, Akaashi found that he didnât care.
It was almost sadistic, the way he lingered under Hinataâs arms. Drifting back and forth. Fluttering at times, prodding at others, pinching along the edges and half up on Hinataâs collarbones. Then, he took his thumb and massaged it in firm circles. The kind that he knew made Hinata absolutely melt into a borderline ticklish subspace.
Laughter so silent fell from Hinataâs lips, stretched in a demented grin and he kept laughing and laughing, until he wasnât taking another breath and Akaashi finally let up. âBreathe Shouyou,â He chided teasingly and Hinata sucked in a deep breath before falling back into aftershock giggles, âI believe the other side needs the same treatment before weâre done.â
Hinata erupted into giggly protests, shaking his head back and forth even as Akaashi switched the hand holding Hinataâs wrists. He dragged his nails from Hinataâs wrist all the way down his arm slowly, enough so that by the time he reached his armpit Hinata was squealing already. âPlease, Akaashi, please,â He laughed as he kicked out his legs, feet pushing against the carpet and trying to buck him off.
âIf you really wanted me to stop Shouyou, youâd be saying âfeintâ.â Akaashi said with a knowing smirk and just when Hinataâs face flushed red in embarrassment, he dug his thumb in slow circles. Hinata went limb in his hold, laughing so hard that Akaashi couldnât help but laugh with him, âDoes that tickle so bad? It just makes you what to explode right?â
Hinata shook his head back and forth at the teasing, unable to take in another breath for the ticklish sensations completely took over and finally after another few seconds Akaashi let up into a gentle flutter again. He tickled down Hinataâs ribs, taking in the squealing that followed and the soft worn-out giggles that came when he scritched around the give of Hinataâs belly.
Akaashi let his hands fall away then and Hinata took in a deep breath, sighing in elated relief. âYou know Shouyou,â Akaashi leaned down and stared into Hinataâs hooded eyes, âYou donât need an excuse to get tickled. Just ask next time.â
The smile that Hinata graced him with took Akaashiâs breath, leaving him feeling lightheaded. âYou mean that you didnât like being tickled Akaashi-san?â Hinata asked coyly, with a knowing grin.
Not wanting to allow Hinata to have the upper-hand, Akaashi just smirked, âIâd be lying if I said no.â
