⤻ summary ; it's fall time, so what activities are you doing with the hq boys?
⤻ word count ; 1.6k
⤻ genre ; fluff
⤻ cw ; none
⤻ pronouns ; none mentioned
⤻ a/n ; my favorite season is fall (and halloween is my favorite holiday) - so since it's september already, it's practically that time so here's a self-indulgent hc ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა
𝜗𝜚 KAGEYAMA TOBIO
his favorite fall activity to do with you is pumpkin carving
it's an intimate activity without being too high maintenance or energy
he enjoys going to the pumpkin patch and watching as you grab various different sized pumpkins, trying to find the perfect one for your newest carved pumpkin
kageyama also likes just being around you, listening to your stories from the day as you scoop pumpkin guts out of a giant pumpkin
he likes this activity more than others because he just likes to watch you and your concentrated face as you carefully carve your design into your chosen pumpkin
he thinks you're cutest when you're concentrated on something
besides, he also likes to put your pumpkins outside next to each other where they stay for the entirety of their lives, imagining that it's you and him together
you slammed your too-large pumpkin onto the table, preparing your tools as kageyama already began on his own. he watched as you carefully traced your design onto your pumpkin, admiring the way your face scrunched up as you scratched out a mistake you had made.
"ew, i hate this part." you scooped the pumpkin guts out of the top of your pumpkin, cringing from the texture coating your hands.
kageyama watched you intently as you carefully carved around your stencil, careful to avoid accidentally cutting your own hands. he was barely even focusing on his pumpkin, to caught up in watching you perform what you would call a mundane task. but he didn't care, he liked watching you.
"what are you thinking of carving?" he asked, scooping out the insides of his own pumpkin.
you looked up and winked at him, causing a flutter he felt in his chest and stomach. "it's a surprise."
he smiled to himself as you got back to work, humming your favorite song. the silence was comforting, and kageyama felt content watching you work.
when you slammed your tools down he looked up, almost done with his own. "what do you think of this?" you asked excitedly, spinning your pumpkin around with a flourish.
kageyama stared at the loopy grin and mismatched eyes of your pumpkin, a smile growing on his face. it suited you perfectly. "i love it, y/n."
"eeee!! look, it's winking at you, tobio!"
𝜗𝜚 OIKAWA TOORU
loves to take you to the local fall festival whenever it opens each season
his favorite part of the festivals are the games - he likes to win as many prizes as possible and give them all to you
even when you say you've had enough prizes, he'll want to keep going because he thinks the games are fun and he likes to shower you in gifts
it gets to the point where a few parents give him dirty looks because not only is he hogging the games, he's winning all the prizes
but he also enjoys the atmosphere of being at the festival with you
the smell of food is in the air and there are so many opportunities for things he can get you, whether it be in food or physical gifts
he also enjoys going on the hayride with you at sunset, turning it into a too-romantic event between the two of you despite the kids sitting across from you on the ride
"and that's another win for me!" oikawa gloated, claiming his small teddy bear prize and a free voucher for one caramel apple.
"you're stealing these from the kids, you know," you said, grabbing the teddy bear from him and putting it into your bag where three others already sat.
he shrugged. "i'm just too good at the games. let's go to the pumpkin toss next."
you sidled next to him, grasping his hand in yours. "what about we go into the corn maze instead?"
"uhm, that's how we go missing, y/n."
you laughed. "ok then, tooru, what do you suggest we do?"
he pretended to think for a moment, adopting a thoughtful expression. he grinned down at you. "let's go on the hayride."
"that's perfect!" you looked up at the sky, watching as the sun began to recede behind the curvature of the earth. "it'll be perfect to watch the sunset on!"
when the two of you boarded the ride, you sat close to oikawa and he held your hand tightly in yours. as the cart jumbled along uneven roads, you admired the landscape of the area. nature was always prettiest in the fall. you felt oikawa staring down at you and you looked up at him.
he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. "you are so beautiful, y/n."
"ewwwww!" the kids across from you exclaimed, faces morphed in disgust.
oikawa grumbled, "beat it, kids!"
𝜗𝜚 AKAASHI KEIJI
can't get enough of bingeing horror movies with you
loves the way you cuddle into him when you're frightened, and how cute your face is when you try to act brave
uses it as an excuse to be close to you
he also likes to talk about the movie contents with you
he likes to hear you gush about what you liked and didn't like, and your theories for the plot and which characters were your favorite
he always admires the way your face lights up when talking about something you enjoyed
he also just likes having nights in with you - ordering food and cuddling under blankets and pillows together
half of the time he spends watching you and your reactions instead of the movie
"i don't like this, keiji," you murmured from behind a pillow. akaashi glanced at you as you held the pillow tighter, attempting to use it as a shield between you and the screen.
he moved closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "it's just a movie, y/n."
"yeah, but it looks so real." you cuddled into his flank, peeking above the pillow as the characters on screen discussed what to do about the mysterious figure chasing them in the dark.
akaashi smiled slightly at the look on your face. sure, you were terrified but you just looked too cute to him. your eyes were wide and watching, and your lips were parted in an "o" shape, ready to let out a squeal of surprise when something would inevitably jump out at the scream. he honestly rarely actually watched the movie playing, much preferring to watch it through your reactions.
you laid your head into the crook of his neck, taking a deep breath of his scent - it calmed you. you felt his hands rub your arms, a silent notion that he was there and protecting you. something jumped out of the screen suddenly, causing you to screech and hide your face in akaashi's shirt.
you felt his low chuckle stemming from his chest. "i've got you, y/n," he said, his breath blowing over the top of your head. "nothing is going to get you."
you nodded into his shirt, not yet daring to look away. he was like your knight in shining armor, you're very own protector. "can we change the movie to something less scary?"
"of course, baby."
𝜗𝜚 MIYA ATSUMU
will always be up for baking fall-themed desserts with you during the season
isn't that into baking himself, but likes to do things that you like to do, so he cooperates with excitement
plus, he enjoys eating what you make
also finds it fun when you experiment with new flavors and different sweet treats so he often sends you recipes he finds on the internet that you guys can try together
doesn't do that much baking himself, but is basically there just to be your assistant
he gives you ingredients, tools, reads the recipes, and taste tests everything you make (also everything at each step - raw batter fears him)
and more often than not, something tends to go wrong
"i'm thinking we make pumpkin spice cookies," you said, pulling out a large mixing bowl.
atsumu nodded, watching you grab all the ingredients you needed from the cabinets. "can we shape them into little pumpkins?"
you whirled around, an excited look on your face. "tsumu! that's an amazing idea, it'll be so cute!"
atsumu flushed at the tone of your voice, watching as you pulled out the recipe. he leaned over your shoulder, pressing his chin into the crook of your neck, leaving a light kiss on your skin. you giggled and pushed him back. "ok, so first, we need to get the flour and sugar."
"on it!" he said, saluting. you laughed at his antics as he went to grab the flour. however, his enthusiasm might've been a little too much because as he moved, flour poured over it's container and splattered all over the front of his clothes.
you stared at your boyfriend covered in flour, trying your hardest to hold back a giggle.
"are you laughing at me?" you shook your head, covering your mouth. "because if you are . . ."
atsumu reached into the container, grabbed a handful of flour and flung it at you. you screeched and covered your face. "atsumu!"
"take this!" he flung a little bit more at you, making sure you were covered in the substance from head-to-toe. "can't laugh at me if we look the same."
"stop it! you are ridiculous!" you exclaimed, trying to sound annoyed but it didn't work so well when you had a giant smile on your face.
atsumu grinned and pulled you into a hug, rubbing even more flour onto you. you squealed and punched his shoulder. "tsumu! stop messing around, we need to make our cookies."
"we have enough flour on ourselves to be the cookies," he piped.
you rolled your eyes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "whatever, now get me the sugar."
Buod: Mag-iisang linggo ng nahihirapan si Ginoong Keiji na humimbing. Malambot man ang kanyang hinihigaan, malamig man ang simoy ng hangin tuwing naghahari ang buwan, hindi ito sapat upang mahimlay siya nang matiwasay sa oras ng pagtulog. Subalit, ang nagpatulog sa kaniya nang mahimbing ay ang matamis na tinig na hindi niya batid kung saan nagmula.
Paalala: Haciendero!Akaashi, Tagapagsilbi!Y/N, Filipino AU, hindi akmang paggamit ng mga salita (Isa po akong bisayawa, hindi Tagalog)
“Ijo, ikaw ba’y may dinadamdam?”
Napaangat ang tingin ni Keiji sa kaniyang nag-aalalang ina. Ang maamo nitong mukha ay nakakunot habang pinagmamasdan ang kaniyang unico hijo.
Nagpamalas ng ngiti si Keiji bago inabot ang kamay ng kaniyang ina, marahan itong pinipisil. Nagbabakasakaling matahan nito ang nahahabag na Doña.
“Maayos po ako, Ina,” wika ni Keiji.
“Ngunit, anak, tumatamlay ka sa bawat paglipas ng mga araw. May masakit ba sa iyo? Maaari nating ipatawag ang doktor mula sa bayan-“
“Ina,” ngayon ay tumayo si Keiji mula sa kaniyang silya. Nilakbay niya ang distansyang namamagitan sa kaniya at sa kaniyang ina. Yumuko ito upang hagkan ang Doña sa noo, “Mabuti po ang aking lagay. Huwag kang mabahala sapagkat ako’y nahihirapan lamang po makatulog kung kailan ko nais.”
Tumingala ang Doña upang masilayan si Keiji. Mahihina ang mga mata nito at bakas ang pagod. Tila ba ilang araw na itong walang tigil sa pagmulat dahilan upang madungisan ang makisig na mukha ng Ginoo.
Hindi na nailihim ni Keiji ang kaniyang dinaranas. Kalat na sa kanilang tahanan ang kaniyang kalagayan: hirap siyang makatulog. Kahit nung pinagtirikan siya ng kandila o nung inalayan siya ng magagarang kumot at unan na nagmula pa sa Pranses ay hindi pa rin nito naibsan ang suliranin ng binata.
Walang kaaway si Keiji. Sa katunayan, tinatangi siya ng lahat. Mabait ito sa kaniyang kapwa at hindi nang-aapi kagaya ng ibang mestizo. Kaya hindi maaaring ituring na dahilan na mayroon itong nakakasalungat sa kahirapan niyang makatulog.
Maalaga rin ang binata sa kaniyang katawan. Hindi ito mapili sa kaniyang kinakain at paminsan-minsan ay nakikipag-eskrimahan sa mga kapwa Ginoo upang patibayin ang kaniyang resistensya kaya hindi maaaring nahihirapan siyang makatulog dahil sa isang malubhang sakit.
Dahil sa pagkalat ng balitang ito, umusbong din ang samu’t saring kuwento sa kung ano ang dulot ng kaniyang pinoproblema.
“Balita ko’y nahihirapan ang Ginoong makatulog sa gabi. Wika ni Ina ay dahil nasawi ito sa pag-ibig.”
“Saan mo napulot ang katawa-tawang balitang iyan? Ang totoong sanhi ng kaniyang kakulangan sa pagtulog ay dahil kinulam ito ng nakabanggang negosyante ng Don.”
Napasinghap si Akaashi nang narinig ang wika ng mga tagapagsilbi habang nililigpit ang kanilang pinagkainan. Wala siyang binibining napupusuan at walang negosyanteng nakabangga ang kaniyang Ama. Ni hindi alam ni Keiji kung bakit ganito na lamang ang kaniyang sinasapit sa tuwing nais nyang matulog kaya naguguluhan siya kung bakit ganoon na lamang kagara ang mga balitang kanilang napupulot.
Sumandal siya sa matayog na punong mangga, ang mga kamay ay nakasiklop habang dinadamdam niya ang hangin.
Bigla siyang nakarinig ng tinig. Tinig na kaakit-akit at kaaya-aya sa kaniyang tenga. Nais niyang imulat ang mga mata upang tuklasin kung saan nagmumula ang misteryosong tinig ngunit sa hindi malamang dahilan, hindi makamulat si Keiji.
Sapagkat nakatulog siya.
Hindi niya namalayang nakatulog siya nang mahimbing habang nakasandal sa puno ng mangga nung hapong iyon. At ikinamangha ito ni Keiji sapagkat kahit sa oras ng siesta ay nahihirapan siyang makatulog.
“Ina,” wika ni Keiji habang inaalalayan ang Doña sa pamamagitan ng pagkapit ng matanda sa kaniyang braso, “Ikaw po ba ay umawit noong nakaraang araw?”
Mahinhin na humagikhik ang Doña habang naglalakad palabas sa simbahan, “Anak, tila’y nakalimutan mo na na ang iyong ina ay hindi ipinagpala sa pagkanta. Ako ay sintunado, anak,” paalala nito kay Keiji dahilan para mapatawa siya nang bahagya.
“Bakit mo naitanong?” tanong ni Doña.
Napatitig si Keiji sa kawalan, hindi namalayang may namumuong ngiti sa kaniyang labi habang inaalala niya ang kaganapan, “Nakarinig po ako ng tinig nung nagdaang araw.”
“Tinig?”
“Tinig,” kumpirma ni Keiji, ang mga mata ay nakasunod sa mga masisiglang bata na naghahagikhikan, “Hindi ko po batid kung saan ito nagmula ngunit napakatamis ng tinig sa aking pandinig. Sa ganda ay hindi ko po namalayang ako’y nakaidlip nang mahimbing.”
Napasapo ang Doña sa kaniyang dibdib, bahagyang natanggalan ng tinik sa kaniyang puso nang malamang nahimbing sandali ang kaniyang anak na salat sa tulog, “Kay gandang balita iyan, anak. Ngunit, saan kaya nagmumula ang tinig? Marahil ay minumulto ang ating tahanan?”
“Iyon ang nais kong tuklasin,” mahina ngunit may determinasyong wika ni Keiji habang inaalalayan na ang ina na sumakay sa kanilang calesa. Sunod siyang umakyat upang umupo sa tabi ng kaniyang ina.
“Aalamin ko kung ano ang sanhi ng himig na aking naririnig,” pag-uulit niya sa kaniyang nais gawin.
“At kung batid mo na kung ano ang sanhi?”
Ngumiti nang marahan si Keiji at nilingon ang ina.
“Aking itong susungkitin,” wika ni Keiji bago nagsimulang umusad ang kabayo.
“Kailangan ba talagang mawalay ka sa amin?”
Natatawang tinabunan ni Keiji ang palad ng kaniyang ina gamit ng kaniya. Ang kaniyang ama ay nakatayo sa likuran, nakangiting pinagmamasdan ang kaniyang mag-ina na tila ba hindi pa rin sanay sa mga pagkakataong kailangang lumisan ng mag-asawa upang maglakbay ukol sa negosyo.
“Ina, matanda na ako,” wika ni Keiji habang nakangiti, nasisiyahang maramdaman ang nag-uumapaw na pagmamahal ng kaniyang ina sa kaniya, “Kaya ko na po ang aking sarili. Bukod pa roon, importante itong pupuntahan niyo ni Ama na pagtitipon sa kabilang bayan. Para rin po ito sa kapakanan ng ating negosyo,” paliwanag ni Keiji sa kaniyang ina na hindi pa rin nababahag.
“Kailangan ang presensya ni Ama sa kanilang alyansa,” paalala ni Keiji sa ina na tila pinal na ang desisyong hindi sumama sa paglisan, “At hindi ba mainam na masilayan naman ng iba ang natatanging pampaswerte ni Ama? Nang sa ganon ay sumwerti rin ang kanilang negosyo gaya ng atin?” bola ni Keiji sa ina.
Tila ito’y umubra sapagkat napairap ang Doña, ngiti ay namumutawi sa kaniyang labi, “Manang-mana ka sa iyong Ama,” wika niya bago niyakap ang anak.
“Mag-ingat ka, Keiji, anak. Dalawang linggo kaming mawawala ng iyong Ama.”
Tumango si Keiji bago diniin ang sarili sa ina, “Opo, Ina.”
At naiwan nga ang Ginoong Keiji upang asikasuhin ang negosyo nila sa loob ng dalawang linggong paglisan ng kaniyang Ama at Ina.
Ngumiti si Keiji sa mga tagapagsilbing binati siya ng magandang hapon. Inanyayaan niya pa ang mga itong magpahinga muna sa pagtatrabaho sapagkat hindi siya kasinghigpit ng kaniyang Ama. Nahihiya ngunit nagagalak na nagpasalamat ang mga serbidora sa kaniya.
Unti-unting tumahan ang ingay sa paligid, hudyat na oras na ng siesta. Marahil ang ibang tahanan ay naghahanda na upang mahimbing sa hapon. Ngunit hindi kasapi si Keiji sa mga nagsisihandaan. Sapagkat batid niyang wala itong saysay dahil sa kahirapan niyang makatulog-
Natigil si Keiji sa paglalakad, ang mga mata ay nagmasid sa kapaligiran, pumapantig ang tenga.
“Tinig,” bulong ni Keiji sa kaniyang sarili bago lumapit sa nakabukas na bintana upang dumungaw.
“Tinig,” mas masiglang wika ni Keiji nang mas lumakas ang tinig ngayong nakadungaw siya sa bintana. Ibig sabihin, ang tinig ay nagmumula sa ibaba ng kanilang tahanan.
Mabilis ang bawat hakbang ni Keiji ngayong determinado siyang mahuli ang salarin. Sa bawat hakbang ay mas bumibilis ang tambol ng kaniyang dibdib, animo’y nasa harapan ng madla at pinipilit na magtanghal kahit na may kaba.
Huminga nang malalim si Keiji gayong malapit na siya sa likuran ng kanilang tahanan. Napalingon siya sa paligid, buong pinagkakatiwalaan ang kaniyang haka-haka sa kung saan ito nanggagaling. At ang haka-haka niya’y nagsusumigaw na nasa likuran ito.
At tinahak ni Keiji ang daan papuntang likuran. Kung nasaan naroroon ang kwadra para sa kanilang mga kabayo. At napatunayan ng kaniyang pag-iisip na nagmumula nga roon ang mahiwagang tingig sapagkat mas malakas na ang halik nito sa kaniyang pandingig.
“Dandansoy bayaan ta ikaw. Pauli na ako sa Payaw.”
Humina ang hakbang ni Keiji ngayong nakarating na siya sa kwadra. Mabilis ang angat-baba ng dibdib galing sa mabilisang paglalakad. Ngunit hindi ito ang sanhi ng mabilis na pintig ng kaniyang puso. Iba ang nagpapatibok nito. Hindi ang kaniyang paglalakad kung hindi misteryosong binibini na ngayo’y hinihimas ang buhok ng itim na kabayo.
“Ugali kon ikaw hidlawon. Ang Payaw imo lang lantawon.”
Nalaglag ang panga ni Keiji kasabay ng pagtakas ng kaniyang paghinga, nahahalina sa malamyos na himig ng nakatalikod na binibini na ngayo’y humahalakhak habang pinapakain ang mga kabayo.
“Dandan-“
Napalingon ka sa iyong likuran nang makarinig ng ingay.
Laglag ang iyong panga ngayong nasa iyong harapan ang kabuuan ng Ginoong iyong pinagsisilbihan, si Ginoong Keiji. Ang mga mata nitong kulay asul ay nakakamangha sa ilalim ng sikat ng tanghaling araw. Bahagyang tinatangay ng hangin ang kaniyang itim na buhok at bukod pa roon, kay kisig niyang pagmasdan sa suot niyang camisa de chino na kasing puti ng mga ulap sa kalangitan.
Sa taranta’y nabitawan mo ang dayami na siyang tanghalian ng mga kabayo. Napatili ka pa sa gulat dahilan para bahagyang magambala ang mga kabayong nasa loob ng kanilang mga kwadra, nagsitalunan at nagsiiyakan.
“Ah!” singhap mo bago nilingon ang mga kabayo, “Tahan na! Tahan na!” lambing mo sa mga ito habang inaabot ang kanilang mga noo upang hawakan.
“Mahabaging langit, magsitahan kayo, nagsi-siestahan na ang mga mamamayan!” pangangaral mo sa mga kabayong hindi naman nakakaintindi sa iyong wika.
“Kung ayaw niyong tumahan, gagawin ko kayong tapa-“
“Liksi, Tikas.”
Napalingon ka sa iyong gilid at laking gulat nang nasa tabi na si Ginoong Keiji. Ang mga mata nito’y nasa dalawang kabayo na hindi natakot sa iyong pananakot. Inabot ng Ginoo ang kanilang mga nguso at marahan itong hinihimas, animo’y isang ina na kandong-kandong ang bagong silang na anak.
“Tahan na, aking mga kaibigan,” ang malalim na boses ng Ginoo ay nagpainit sa iyong pisngi. Ang mapusok mong isipan ay nawa’y patawarin ng Panginoon, sapagkat hindi mo mapigilang isipin kung paano niya kaya bigkasin ang iyong ngalan.
“Patawarin mo si Liksi at Tikas,” bahagya kang napatalon nang lumingon na sa iyo ang Ginoo, “Madalas ay hindi sila nakikinig kung sinusuway,” dagdag niya habang hinihimas pa rin ang tahimik na ngayong mga kabayo.
Niyuko mo ang iyong ulo ubang magbigay-galang, “Ayos lamang, Ginoo. Batid ko namang hindi naiintindihan ng mga kabayo ang aking pinagsasabi.”
Humalakhak si Keiji sa biglang pagbago ng iyong asal. Kanina lamang ay kasingtapang mo ang leon nang kinakausap ang mga kabayo ngunit ngayon, aakalaing isa kang maamong pusa habang kinakausap siya, “Pakiusap, huwag mong iyuko ang iyong ulo sa aking harapan. Nais kong masilayan ang iyong wangis, Binibini.”
Namumula at dahan-dahan mong inangat ang iyong tingin, nakangiwi ang iyong labi dahil sa pagpigil ng ngiti. Ang iyong pisngi ay siguradong kasingpula na ng atsuete ngayong kay lapit mo sa Ginoo.
“Ginoo, pa-pakiusap…” huminga ka nang malalim upang itahan ang nagkukumahog mong dibdib, “Pakiusap, huwag mo akong tawaging Binibini…Isa lamang akong hamak na tagapagsilbi,” wika mo sa mahinang tono, sinisiguradong hindi mainsulto ang Ginoo sa iyong pagsasalita.
Ngunit hindi pa rin nawala ang ngiti sa labi ni Keiji. Sa halip, sumandal siya sa kahoy na kwadra, ang ulo ng kabayo ay namamagitan sa inyong dalawa na kaagad namang iwinaksi ni Keiji, “Paumanhin ngunit naniniwala akong marapat lamang tawagin ang kahit sinong babae na Binibini ano man ang kanilang estado at anyo.”
Umiwas ka ng tingin, nahihiya at nagagalit sa sarili sapagkat batid mong klarong-klaro ang iyong pamumula ngayon sa Ginoo. Marahil nakangiti ito sa iyo ngayon sa kagalakan sa iyong pagkukumahog.
“Paumanhin, Ginoong Keiji,” wika mo habang nag-eskrimahan ang iyong mga daliri.
Humalakhak si Keiji bago tumayo nang tuwid, “Papatawarin kita sa dalawang kondisyones.”
Napalunok ka, dismayado sa sarili. Kay bago-bago mo lamang na magsilbi sa tahanan ng pamilya Akaashi ay mukhang masisibak ka na bilang kanilang tagapagsilbi. Tiyak na malulungkot ang iyong ina’t ama na magsasaka sa maliit na lupa sa kabilang dako ng bayan.
“Una, ibigay mo ang iyong ngalan.”
Namilog ang iyong mga mata at napalingon kaagad sa kaniya, “Huh? Ginoo-“
“At pangalawa,” huminga nang malalim si Keiji, “Maaari mo ba akong kantahan? Nang muli kong marinig ang iyong magandang tinig?”
DANDANSOY (the one Y/N sang) is a Bisayan folk song. It narrates how Dandansoy's special someone is telling him they are leaving to Payaw. They left him various steps to prove his love to them one last time.
is so unbelievably happy and he just falls for you all over again
would totally try to keep the flowers alive for as long as possible
probably takes a picture and prints it out so that he can frame it and keep it for forever
and most of all,
he tells everyone
the volleyball club, his opponents, absolutely EVERYONE
nobody is safe from him going on and on about how his s/o was so cute and bought him flowers
even shows it off to his grandpa—
will always bring it up and how much he loves you for it
is honestly so cute about it that you just end up buying him flowers more often because you can
“yuu~” you sung, as you hid the bouquet of flowers behind your back.
nishinoya turned around, and immediately a smile formed on his face “Y/N!”
“i have something for you,” you said
nishinoyas smile grew even wider as he did that cute little pose he always does—eyes sparkling and hands formed in fists. “what is it?!”
“here!” you would thrust the flowers out from behind your back and nishinoya would go silent for a second, registering what was happening
once it finally clicked the tears would start streaming down his face as he went on and on about how he had the best significant other ever and how he loved you so much
would take the flowers and your hand and run home, literally dragging you along. hed arrive home and would place them in the prettiest vase he owned and then snap a few photos for memories
a photo of just the flowers, a photo of just you, a photo of you and the flowers, and a photo of the both of you with the flowers
promises himself and makes a mental reminder to get the photos printed soon so he can hang them up
the next day hed be at practice and suga would probably notice how happy and giddy nishinoya is
“noya, youre even more energetic and happy than usual, whats up?”
“well, y/n got me flowers yesterday! and theyre beautiful—y/n and the flowers—and i love the both of them.”
suga would nod and smile “thats nice—“
“and i took these pictures, come look! im gonna print them after school” and he goes on and on and on and on, talking off the ears of the whole karasuno boys team
and once they step on the court? well, hed start telling the opponents the same thing—showing them the photos and everything
ও AKAASHI KEIJI
at first is confused as to why you have flowers
insecurity would slowly grow in his stomach at the thought that maybe some other person gave you the flowers
but when you nervously stand in front of him and hold the flowers out, avoiding eye contact,
he almost loses it right then and there
literally his face would flush and his heart would hammer in his chest that hed swear you could hear it
would take the flowers and be so adorable with them
would also say something really cute and sentimental and youd start crying
because WHO ALLOWED HIM TO BE LIKE THAT? SUCH A HEART WRENCHER?
hed keep them alive for longer than you wouldve ever thought possible
and would always just remember the memory of you giving him the flowers when he feels down
definitely also gets you flowers in return and its honestly just a really cute exchange
akaashi watched as you walked towards him, a flower bouquet in hand
he didnt know where you couldve possibly gotten the flowers, but he didnt like to admit that he was a little bit nervous. what if youd gotten them from another person? should he get you flowers as well?
and when you stopped in front of him his heart would be racing because youre beautiful holding flowers and because hes nervous as to why exactly youre holding flowers
but once you extend your arms, smile at him and say, “keiji, i bought you flowers because i love you”
well, akaashi would simply die right then and there
rip akaashi keiji </3
hed literally be blushing so hard as hed take the flowers from you and would have the tiniest most adorable smile on his face that the both of you are just melting
youre melting because hes so cute
and hes melting because you just gave him a bouquet of flowers and he loves it
“y/n, i absolutely love these, thank you”
“really?”
“of course! ive never been given a bouquet of flowers before . . . and getting flowers from the person i love is even better. i love you, y/n”
and then here come your tears and youre crying and akaashi is just like “IM SO SORRY”
but youre reassuring him its fine because why wouldnt it be
and in return, the next day he gets you flowers and then you also die
rip y/n </3
ও OIKAWA TOORU
honestly, he probably stalks you on a daily
so if you bought the flowers and wait to give it to him till he like comes over to your house later
then hed see you walking with them
okay to clarify he saw you by complete chance okay—was going to buy you flowers too
and he at first thinks that theyre from another person and smirks to himself
because he knows that if theyre from another person youd head straight for the trash
but when you dont go straight for the trash he gets confused and is like ???
so now is when he actually follows you around
trying to avoid his fangirls in case they give him away
would see you go home and would follow you up as you take the flowers into your apartment and by then oikawas just . . .
extremely confused
as to why you hadnt thrown the flowers away yet
of course, he wouldnt think youd actually cheat on him or anything because who could on oikawa
but he is having conflicting thoughts
so like ten minutes after you went into your apartment he knocks and you answer
and he like gives very quick kisses and hi’s and enters your apartment only to find that he cant find the flowers
and youre both confused at this point
till you tell him to hold on and that you have something for him
and you go into your room and hand him the flowers
and suddenly everything makes sense probably also sheds a single tear
oikawa crossed the street, trying to looks as inconspicuous as possible
he followed you as you walked towards your house, holding the bouqet of flowers close to your heart
he wondered where you coulve possibly gotten them from. it wasnt from him, and you werent the type of person to buy flowers for yourself just to keep (it was too much of a hassle). so his thoughts drifted to the possibility of a third party. but with that thought, he becomes confused. youd been given flowers by others before and had always just thrown them away the second you had the chance. this was an unusual occurrence
once you reached your apartment, oikawa stopped. maybe youd thrown the flowers away inside?
he wasnt supposed to meet you until later that night, but he could surprise you and investigate. he wasnt really worried about the idea of an affair or anything, but he was confused and wanted answers
he knocked and you answered, your face rising in surprise. “hey, tooru, whatre you doing here?”
“came early.” oikawa chirped, “just couldnt wait to see you!”
you frowned slightly and opened your door wide for him. “uhm, okay. come on in, then.” it was weird seeing oikawa act the way he was
as soon as he was let in, oikawa glanced around for the flowers but found nothing. he was feeling reassured, thinking youd finally thrown them away
“oh, i have something for you” you would head to your bedroom and quickly grab the flowers, hiding them behind your back
oikawa watched as you smiled and held the flowers out. “these are for you, tooru”
I Will Make You Stay (BokuAka multi-chaptered fic)
When you fall asleep you wake up in another life, same age, same face, but a completely different place in a completely different area, and the line between dream and real life begins to blur and you soon question which is which.
a/n: HUGELY INSPIRED by ‘In Another Life’ by LittleLuxray! This is a very ambitious fic and though I wouldn’t be able to write this as beautiful as theirs, I want it to at least touch a little piece of your heart :> This has been sitting in my drafts for a while and I wanna unload so yeah.
theme: fluff, angst, emotional hurt/comfort (?), fantasy
warning: prompt is altered according to my liking
word count: 1.2k
Chapter 1: The Encounter
“Be careful, sweetie, okay?” Akaashi felt the tender skin of his mother on his skin. Despite her tight corporate attire, she managed to crouch just to plant a kiss on his forehead, “Do great at school and make some friends for Mommy.”
Little Akaashi nodded, his mother's words passing through his ears like a plane. Akaashi watched his mother turn her back on him as she walked towards the exit of the elementary school he attended to. And before he knew it, his mother is gone, off for work. Something Akaashi loathed.
With head low, Akaashi went on his way towards his room. Teachers used to call him ‘the odd one’. He was not like the rest of the children they handled. If kids loved to boast about the beetles they have collected during break time, Akaashi preferred to sit at his assigned chair, pulling a storybook from his bag as he munched on his home-baked cookies.
Teachers were growing concerned with his weird behavior and his isolation towards his classmates. To the point that they have started reaching out to him.
They approached him gently, with their palms reaching for his little arms as they try to mask the concerned look on their faces with a smile, “Akaashi? Why don’t you go play with your friends instead of reading your book?”
And each time they asked him these, he would only shake his head slightly, an uncomfortable look written on his face. A sign Akaashi wishes they have picked up on.
That they did not, unfortunately, “You should try talking to your classmates. Like Koutaro.”
Like Koutaro.
Akaashi stopped on his tracks as he glance at the playground where his classmates are loitering. Though many of them are playing at the see-saw and the slide, only one of them stood out.
“I will save the day!”
With that, the white-haired child jumped from the top of the monkey bars towards the ground. Landing in a stance that superheroes in movies do. The children around him screamed as they circulated around him, showering him praises that made his smile grow wider.
Akaashi blinked before looking away.
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“I found a leaf!”
“Hey, not fair! I found the leaf first!”
Amidst the excited giggles of the children, Akaashi remained unfazed as he sat under the shade of an old tree, watching his classmates from afar. His chin resting on his folded knees as the warm breeze blew on his skin.
Then Akaashi hears a thud.
He looks to his righ. He sees a lying Koutaro, groaning as the ray of noon light hit his eyes. He rubbed them as he opened them slowly. A grin flashing on his lips when he saw Akaashi.
“I thought I was gone!” Koutaro exclaimed before shifting into a more comfortable position. He sat. His hands supporting his weight as his legs are widely stretched, "I was scared because I was feeling sleepy."
Akaashi only stared at Koutaro, bewildered with the fact that someone as outgoing as the famous child in his class is hanging out with him.
"Then you should sleep," Akaashi suggested.
Koutaro whined, his fingers now pulling the strands of grass, "That would mean I would have to go."
This caught Akaashi's attention. If he had cat ears, they would have long been perked up already.
"I don't understand," Akaashi furrowed his brows, "You're not Bokuto Koutaro?"
Koutaro gave a hearty laugh, "I am Bokuto, silly!"
"But you said you are not..." Akaashi's words slowly disappeared as he tries to decipher Koutaro's words.
"I am Bo!" Koutaro exclaimed before sitting straight, his upper body leaning to Akaashi. The distance between the two getting smaller with this sudden move, "Well, at least my friends and Mommy and Daddy call me that."
Earlier, when Akaashi was looking for a comfortable spot to settle on, he stumbled upon Bokuto Koutaro. His round golden eyes clearly confused as he looked around the huge garden of their school.
And when Akaashi decided to aid his confused-looking classmate, no words can express the sight of relief washing on Koutaro's face.
"Thank God I am not alone!" he cried before running towards Akaashi to tackle him with a tight hug. Something Akaashi never expected Koutaro to do. Well, at least to him.
"Well...Koutaro-Bo," Akaashi muttered, his eyes drifting away from Koutaro. Too close, "So you are saying that you are Koutaro?"
"Yup!" Koutaro chirped as he nodded.
"But you're not Koutaro?"
"Yup-yup!"
"That doesn't make sense," Akaashi complained.
"It doesn't!" Koutaro cannot agree more. But oddly, he found this fascinating. He laid laid on the ground, laughing so loud he had to cup his mouth while slapping the soil. This made Akaashi scratch his head.
Weird. The back of Akaashi's mind spoke. The person speaking is Koutaro, Akaashi can confirm. But there is something about 'Bo' that makes him so different from the Bokuto Koutaro Akaashi knew. And whether if he liked this version of Koutaro or not, he cannot answer. Both of them were...too overwhelming for him.
"All I know is..." Koutaro inhaled as he has recovered from his amusement, "Whenever I slept, I always wake up in a different body."
Akaashi wobbled his head to the side, "Another body?"
"Hmmm," Koutaro mused, "It's still me, though. Same Mommy. Same Daddy. But things are different when I wake up. Like, like, how I have Garfield yesterday, and today I have Scooby."
"Who is Garfield?"
"Oh, my dog."
"And Scooby?"
"My cat."
"So yesterday, you woke up with a Koutaro who owns a dog, and today, you woke up with a Koutaro who owns a cat?"
"Yup!" Koutaro nodded enthusiastically, his wild streaks of hair dancing along with every nod.
"Then does that mean..." Akaashi ran his fingers on the ground, finding comfort with the trimmed carabao grass, "You're always on a different body?"
"Whenever I fall asleep, yes," Koutaro said, his eyes now looking at the group of children gathering around the playground.
"So..." Akaashi glanced at Bo, "Where's your home?"
Koutaro sighed, pouting as he scratched his white hair, "I don't know."
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"Bokuto? Why don't you invite Akaashi?"
"Akaashi?"
This made Akaashi lift his eyes from his book. The eyes of his teachers, his classmates, and Koutaro glued on him. Akaashi squinted as he felt his cheeks flushed with all the stare.
"Yeah! You were with him yesterday! You didn't tell us you were friends!" a classmate exclaimed.
Koutaro looked around him. His eyes are so confused. The same eyes Bo had when he was all alone before Akaashi has found him.
"We did?"
Akaashi looked down as Koutaro's friends started to tell him that they did see him hanging out with him yesterday. His tiny fingers smoothening the creases of his favorite storybook.
"W-Well...then I guess Akaashi and I are friends!" Koutaro, despite his confusion, concluded.
"Akaashi, would you like to come to play tag with us?"
Akaashi was forced to look up once again, Koutaro is a couple of steps away from him. His hand opens as if he is willing to lend him his hand.
Akaashi scanned Koutaro's face. His round eyes are wide along with his toothy grin. His spikey hair disheveled given that he loves to move around whether he is in or out of class.
In the end, Akaashi shook his head before averting his gaze from Koutaro, "No thanks," he replied softly.
