ok those days i felt horrible for my body even crying , so can you write keiji akaashi x flat reader please ε>
a/n: i wasn’t TOO sure on what exactly you meant but I’m assuming you mean a flat chested reader? but I hope you like it nonetheless! :3c but also I feel because i’m,,, like not even average, but i’m a small person overall so i’m like kinda proportional? but that’s besides the point, you are beautiful!!! no matter what!!! fuck what anyone else thinks and if they say otherwise bring them to me *rolls up sleeves to show my nonexistent buff biceps* I will beat them
also,,, how,,, how’d you flip the 3... how’d you do that,,, MOM I’M SCARED CAN YOU PICK ME UP
(Sorry for it being late!! also i hope i wrote him alright!! still getting used to the hq boys ;;)
contains: fluff, nsfw (but not in a smutty way), implied smut towards the end 0:
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The mirror in front of you showed all parts of yourself that you hated. It was as if the mirror made sure to accentuate every part that looked ugly. But the part in particular that you hated the most was your chest.
Despite the running shower, you’re still standing in front of the bathroom mirror to stare at yourself, it’s not like staring and criticizing your body would do anything and yet you still did.
You didn’t know why Akaashi was with you sometimes. You felt like you couldn’t fit the beauty standard that Akaashi could easily get. He was so pretty and attractive, with a kind personality that’s more than considerate. He was literally a Disney prince.
A sigh escapes your mouth as you trace over your breasts with your fingers.
“Maybe I should just shower and get clothed,” you say to yourself. The faster you finish, the faster you can hide your body with a big t-shirt and sweatpants.
The steam from the shower escapes into the bedroom as you walk out, drying your damp hair with a towel. Akaashi sits on your shared bed, reading something on his phone. He looks up at you and a small smile makes its way on his face as you meet his eyes. But then he frowns.
Putting his phone down, he pats the bed next to him, “What’s wrong?”
Akaashi was always good at somehow picking up on how you were feeling. You already know that there’s no way out of this so you set the damp towel aside and make your way to him.
Once you settle down on the bed, Akaashi lays his head on your chest with his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. You run your hands through his hair as that helped soothe you the most. You know he’s still waiting for a response as he leaves small kisses against your chest.
“I just, Keiji, you love me, right?” You ask. Akaashi lifts his head to stare into your eyes, a look of disbelief settled on his face despite being a man who doesn’t carry many emotions on his face.
“What? Of course I do, (Y/n),” Akaashi tries to reassure you. “What brought this on?” He settles his head back onto your chest and you feel your insecurities coming back at full force.
“Is... Is my chest comfortable for you to lay on?” You question, anxiety laced within your words. “It’s just, I know I don’t have the-”
“(Y/n),” his voice interrupts you, propping himself on his elbow to get a better look at you. “You will always be beautiful to me. Your body is perfect to me. And even if it wasn’t, I’d still love you. I didn’t ask you to be with me for your body.”
Apparently your face still showed that you weren’t convinced because Akaashi’s hands found it’s way underneath your shirt, slowly trailing up your torso.
“If you don’t believe my words,” Akaashi bends down to place a soft kiss against yours, “I can show you with my actions?”
You don’t feel better right away, in a perfect world you would. It takes you a while to love yourself as much as Akaashi loves you but eventually you do.