#akadai

[mitoposting]

it looks like bokuakakuro are trying to convince daichi to join a foursome because it really is what's happening

[notsuchasecret]

“You’ve got something on your lip, here let me.” and akadai please?

From the 50 cliche tropes and prompts list.

Daichi loved eating, almost as much as Keiji did. It was obvious in the way he smiled, humming to himself between bites, the way he was otherwise silent through their meal. It was enough to make Keiji almost miss out on his own food, so entranced was he by the way Daichi was so very happy. Daichi ate slowly, savoring every bite like it was a gift from the heavens. At long last, Keiji couldn’t take it anymore.

“You have something on your lip,” he said. Daichi went cross-eyed, as though trying to see his own mouth. Keiji smiled. “Here, let me,” he said, and leaned forward across the table. Daichi went still as Keiji brushed his thumb across Daichi’s lower lip, then brought his thumb to his own mouth, licking off the piece of rice. Daichi made a small, pained sound, his eyes going soft and his jaw hanging open.

“Hey, hey, hey, Akaashi, what was that all about?” Keiji swore internally. He had been so wrapped up in Daichi that he had forgotten where they were. All the captains and vice captains at the training camp were staring at them from around the table. He felt his cheeks go warm as Sugawara waggled his eyebrows and Kuroo smirked.

Daichi stood abruptly, nearly knocking his chair over. Keiji wanted nothing more than to sink into the ground and never be seen again.

“Akaashi-kun, would you come with me for a moment?”

Crap. That was Daichi’s Captain Voice. Keiji had heard him use it on the members of his team, and on Bokuto and Kuroo. He had never wanted to hear it used on him. Well, okay, maybe he had, but in a different circumstance, and he would never mention that to anyone, least of all himself, and he shouldn’t be thinking about that in the middle of the lunch room surrounded by all their teams and their fellow captains and-

“Akaashi-kun.” Keiji swallowed hard and stood. He followed Daichi out of the lunch room like a puppy who had misbehaved, tail between his legs and ears drooping. He could feel the eyes of all the players on them both, and he knew he would be the source of gossip all day.

Daichi led him outside to one of the storage sheds, tucked away in a shadowy corner where no one ever went. Keiji opened his mouth to apologize for embarrassing Daichi in front of everyone, but before he could say a word Daichi’s hands were on his face and Daichi’s lips were on his.

“Sorry-” Daichi said, pulling away with a gasp. “I’m sorry, I should have asked first, I should have-”

“Kiss me again,” Keiji ordered.

“What?”

“Kiss me again. If you want to, that is.” Daichi blinked at him.

“I’m sorry, I’m not following,” Daichi said. Keiji sighed.

“Look, I like you. I’m pretty sure you like me. So. Kiss me again. If you want to. Because I want you to.” Daichi didn’t say a word after that, didn’t for quite some time. They came back to the lunch room as the meal was ending, disheveled and bruised-lipped and grinning.

Keiji found he didn’t mind the gossip, not one bit.

[zen-koi]

[cattatonically]

Of Owls and Badges

Day 1 - Owls Day 2 - Food Day 3 - Angst Day 4 - Age Swap Day 5 - AU Day 6 - Shipping

The shipping yard was not Akaashi’s favourite spot in the world. The docks always had a certain smell that Akaashi could never quite get out of his clothes for weeks afterward. But, all signs pointed to this particular shipping yard being Bokuto’s most likely hideout.

It was also quite unfortunate that most of this section of the shipping yard was left exquisitely abandoned. This meant searching, on foot so as to remain as quiet as possible, nearly a square kilometre of buildings and old fisheries. Akaashi would have to burn these clothes by the end of the day.

“And you are absolutely certain this is the right place, Akaashi?” Sawamura was glancing around with suspicion. Though Akaashi had convinced him to ditch his badge and iron cuffs back in his rooms, he still reeked of Constabulary enforcement. It was a habit Akaashi was going to have to break him of.

“Inspector, your lack of detective ability is astounding,” Akaashi answered as he pointed to the makeshift hangar dead ahead. “That aeroballoon is definitely Bokuto’s. This is likely where they’re stashing the spoils of their heists. There’s no way to tell how many buildings they’re using. We might as well investigate them all.” Akaashi began to walk towards the nearest building, lock picks in hand.

Together, they made quick work throughout the shipping yard. Finding nothing of note, their next option was the hangar. There was a sizzle in Akaashi’s veins. He had one man by his side, and the other, hopefully, behind the next door.

He could hardly wait to see what grand adventure was awaiting them all.

[thatishogwash]

And Everything Was Fine

Written for Bokuroo Week 2018 Day Four: April 4th - You can't always get what you want

AO3

Kuroo would rather be anywhere than at this party.  Though he was using the term party very loosely at this point.  They were all in their thirties, they didn’t party per say more like a small gathering of old friends with a few drinks and food.  People had to get home early to relieve sitters and they had work early in the morning.  Other adult things that made Kuroo’s stomach twist and pull in odd ways.

Kuroo wasn’t jealous, not really.  He was glad for his friends who managed to snag dream jobs and those who had started families or were beginning to start families.  He was happy to hear about trips to far away places and upcoming vacations.  He wasn’t jealous but he did feel stuck.

Going to university had been a no brainer for Kuroo.  He was at the top of his class in high school and he had done fantastically in college.  He had even managed to get a decent research job using his degree after he graduated.  But then the funds had dried up when the research led nowhere and Kuroo had been out of a job.  He spent his days working at an onsen and nights bartending while he continued to room with his college roommate.

Kuroo didn’t know why Sawamura continued to room with him, perhaps pity or concern, but the other man was just about the only good thing going in Kuroo’s life.  Sawamura had gotten joined the police academy after high school and gotten into Tokyo police department rather easily.  Kuroo and Sawamura had moved in together after a disastrous first dormmate experience Kuroo had.  Sawamura had gotten his criminal justice degree doing night courses and had moved up to detective just this past year.  He earned more than enough to get his own place but he stayed with Kuroo.

Kuroo kept expecting Sawamura to bring home some beautiful creature with him one day and inform Kuroo he was moving out.  Only god knew why the other man didn’t have someone as of yet, Kuroo had no romantic notions towards the other man but Sawamura in uniform was a sight to behold.

Sawamura was the one who dragged Kuroo to the party.  It was a lowkey affair but mostly Kuroo wanted to go home, change into his comfy clothes, and cuddle with Sawamura on the couch.

“Hey hey hey!”  A booming voice cut through the low chatter, causing eyerolls and grins all around as someone unexpected entered the house.  Kuroo’s stomach twisted as he looked over at the front entrance to the large form of his high school crush.

High school crush was actually putting it mildly.  Saying it that way made it seem as if it was something in the past, something Kuroo had gotten over and moved on from within the passing years.  Kuroo had moved on from the crush portion, that was true, now it was just full blown out unrequited love.

Bokuto was one of those few lucky people who seemed to get everything they ever dreamed of.  It didn’t just fall into his lap, he worked hard everyday of his life to get what he deserved and Kuroo had seen it first hand.  Had seen the blood, sweat, and tears Bokuto had shed to claw his way to the top.  How he had to start over from the bottom again and again and push his way to the top.  He was returning home from his second time at the Olympics and looked really great from his time spent in training.

Akaashi appeared to Bokuto’s left, smiling as he placed a hand on Bokuto’s arm to keep his former ace from waving his hands around wildly.  That was another thing Bokuto had gotten right, Akaashi.  The man had only gotten more beautiful with age, he carried a calm sort of dignity that Kuroo couldn’t even pretend he had.

“Tetsurou!”  Bokuto shouted happily once he spotted Kuroo, bounding over to him and wrapping some rather impressive arms around Kuroo.  Kuroo leaned into the hug, wrapping his own arms around Bokuto’s waist and squeezing him gently.  Kuroo pressed his face into Bokuto’s neck, tried not to inhale too deeply and look like a complete nutjob.  “Rough day, eh?”  Kuroo nodded and allowed Bokuto to rub up and down his back soothingly, his hand big and warm and a little rough against Kuroo’s back.

Kuroo pulled away because he was sure there was some sort of social norm that mandated the length of hugs between friends and he had already overstepped that by a lot.  Bokuto beamed at him, cheeks and nose a little red due to sunburn.

“I told you to be careful.”  Kuroo said, tapping Bokuto’s nose and watching it scrunch up adorably in response.

“This is nothing, you should have seen Akaashi’s face.”  Bokuto said with a grin.  Because Akaashi had gone to see Bokuto at the olympics, he had seen Bokuto’s amazing plays in person and had been there to support him while Kuroo was stuck at home, watching recorded games because he had been working during the real thing.

“What about my face?”  Akaashi asked as he walked over with Sawamura.

“You need to take better care of your skin Akaashi.”  Bokuto stated wisely, as if he hadn’t spent a day sprawled out on Kuroo’s living room floor once when they were 22 and he claimed that he didn’t need sunscreen and spent the entire day playing beach volleyball.  He had been as red as a lobster and Kuroo had mercilessly teased him while simultaneously pointing all fans at Bokuto’s body and spreading aloe over his burnt skin.

“I will do better in the future, thank you Bokuto.”  Akaashi’s voice was flat but Bokuto beamed as if he had no idea that Akaashi was being a little shit.

“Did someone say baby pictures?”  Bokuto turned his head before quickly making his way over to Konoha, who was showing off his new twins.

Kuroo watched Bokuto lean over Konoha’s shoulder, cooing and laughing at various pictures and videos.  There was always light and life practically oozing out of Bokuto.  The first Olympic he was in he became a fast fan favorite with his good looks and cheerful personality.  Kuroo had seen the numerous fan encounter pictures, with Bokuto hunched over his usually much smaller companion and both of them grinning broadly at the camera.  It made Kuroo’s heart ache sweetly with each picture he saw, every interview and game he watched.

Kuroo turned away from Bokuto before anyone else noticed his staring.  He turned back just in time to see Akaashi and Sawamura sharing a smile, standing close to each other.  It would have been normal if Sawamura’s mouth was nearly touching Akaashi’s ear, his forehead resting against Akaashi’s temple.  Akaashi was slightly taller than Sawamura but it wasn’t usually a noticable difference unless they were right on top of each other.

“What are you doing?”  Kuroo hissed out, appalled and feeling queasy as he glanced back over at an oblivious Bokuto before turning back to people he used to admire.  Akaashi’s eyebrows rose delicately as Sawamura turned to Kuroo.

“We’re around friends.”  Sawamura said firmly.

“Bokuto’s here!”  Kuroo rubbed at his face.  “You shouldn’t even be doing that in the first place.”  Kuroo couldn’t believe Akaashi and Sawamura were looking at him as if he was the one doing something wrong.  As if he had been the one to shamelessly flirt with a taken man.

“What the hell Kuroo?”  Sawamura asked, voice tight and temper high if he was referring to Kuroo by his family name.  They had long ago lost all formalities with each other.

“Wait,” Akaashi placed his hand on Sawamura’s bicep, holding the other man back and Kuroo gave a quick glance to Bokuto to see that he was still occupied.  Kuroo knew long distance relationships were hard but he never expected Akaashi to have an affair and especially not with Sawamura.  “Why would it matter if Bokuto is here?”

“Because you two have been dating since forever.”  Kuroo began to wonder if maybe Bokuto knew, if they had an open relationship.  Kuroo and Bokuto didn’t much talk about their romantic relationships.  Mostly for Kuroo it was because he had none and it hurt to hear Bokuto talk about Akaashi so he never asked about it.

“We went out on two dates a decade ago before realizing we were better off as friends.”  Akaashi’s voice had dipped low, devoid of emotion which usually was a telling sign that he was truly and properly angry.  “I’ve been dating Sawamura for months now.”  Kuroo turned to Sawamura, who nodded in agreement.

“I told you about it when it started.”  Sawamura confirmed.

“You-” Kuroo went over his past conversations with Sawamura in his head.  “You said Akaashi would be around more often and if I was okay with that.  That he might crash at our place but mostly you would be staying there.”  Kuroo felt like a complete idiot and Akaashi shaking his head didn’t help.

“It’s okay, you’ve been kind of having a rough go of things.”  Sawamura gave Kuroo’s head a rub.

“No, don’t comfort him, he’s an idiot.”  Akaashi chastised Sawamura, pulling his hand away from Kuroo’s head and entwining their fingers.  “You’re completely missing the most crucial part.”

“Crucial part?”  Kuroo asked, edging backwards from Akaashi’s fierce frown.

“The fact that you’ve been in love with Bokuto for years now and he’s felt the same way.”  Akaashi sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand.  “I couldn’t understand why you wouldn’t confess when it was so blindingly obvious.”

“It was?”  Kuroo hesitantly asked because he was afraid that it wasn’t true.  Nothing was really going as Kuroo had expected his life to go and he never thought he would actually have his feelings returned.

“Yes it was, still is.”  Sawamura confirmed.  Sawamura might enjoy playing a prank or two on Kuroo but he was never outright cruel.  If he said Bokuto loved Kuroo then he was telling the truth.

“I’m going to steal Konoha’s baby.”  Bokuto said as he walked back over.  “They are super tired and there are two of them so they probably won’t notice if one goes missing, right?”  Bokuto glanced around for confirmation.

“Daichi, do you need something to drink?”  Akaashi asked tactfully, leading his apparent boyfriend away and leaving Kuroo alone with Bokuto.

“So, Akaashi and Daichi are dating huh?”  Kuroo asked.

“For months now.”  Bokuto turned back to Kuroo with a frown.  “You okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”  Kuroo asked, genuinely curious.

“Because you’ve been in love with Daichi for years.”  Bokuto glanced around once more.  “So him dating someone else must really suck.”  Kuroo’s heart felt like it stuttered and stopped for a moment before he took a step closer to Bokuto because he could have sworn it sounded like Bokuto was jealous.  Jealous of Kuroo being in love with someone else.

“I don’t love Daichi, at least not like that.”  Kuroo stated firmly.  

“But wasn’t he your first kiss and everything?”  Bokuto asked and Kuroo cringed at the memory.

“Yeah but that was a long time ago when we were trying to figure ourselves out.”  Kuroo had been coming to terms with the fact that he was gay.  Being in love with one of your best friends was one thing but admitting that you’d never have the wife and kids your parents always pictured you with?  That was a difficult adjustment.  Sawamura was bisexual and dealing the a lot of the same problems, especially with going into a career with the police.  It came with certain stigmas.  Kuroo and Sawamura felt comfortable with each other enough to experiment.  No real feelings were involved and it was mostly clumsy and messy with a lot of mistakes and laughter.  Kuroo couldn’t regret that, but maybe he should have made things clearer to Bokuto.

“So you don’t love him?”  Bokuto asked, also taking another step closer.

“Not him.”  Kuroo glanced down at Bokuto’s lips, a little red from sunburn and cracked and dry.

“Just kiss already!”  Someone shouted from behind them and they both turned to see the entire room looking at them.

Kuroo laughed as Bokuto ducked his head, hiding his blushing face in his shoulder.  He wrapped his arms around the other man, content for that night.  Not much had changed.  The next morning Kuroo would have to get up early to go open the onsen and he would spend a long night bartending afterwards while his degree sat in a box gathering dust and he continued to room with his old room mate, who he was not in love with, but right at that moment everything was just as it should be.

[bringmemyqueen]

akaashi rarepair week - day 3: dance / music / song inspired

sharing earphones 🎶

[ezzydean]

“I was just kind of hoping that you’d, y’know…fall in love with me.” - AkaDai - Ezzy

He can feel his heart throbbing in his chest, veins pumping blood to the beat of the bass echoing through the air, ribs pressing against his lungs with each not quite steady breath.  It aches.  It always does, it always has, when Daichi exists so close to him.  Keiji could reach out and touch Daichi’s arm, drag his fingers down the bare skin to tangle their fingers together.  He could smile sweetly and lean in close until the rumble of Daichi’s laugh is a vibration against his chest.  He could lean his head against Daichi’s shoulder.  He could tuck himself against Daichi’s side and share playful looks with him.

He could.  

Because he fell in love with Daichi a long time ago.  

But he won’t.

Because today’s the day he’s letting himself fall out of love with him.  Almost a year and a half later.

He blinks rapidly as the emotions swell in time with the music, pressing his fist to his mouth to bite down on his thumb, nearly hard enough to break the skin, almost hard enough to distract himself from the tears trying to well up.

Daichi’s hand is warm when he takes Keiji’s wrist and tugs his hand away from his face.

He can already feel his cheeks and nose turning an ugly shade of blotched red as Daichi looks at him with worry.

“What’s wrong?”

His breath in is a snuffling wet thing - Keiji is an ugly crier like the world has rarely ever seen and he knows it - and Daichi frowns in concern.

“Oh just, uh,” Keiji clears his throat, voice barely loud enough to be heard over the music of the club.  “I was just kind of hoping that you’d, y’know…fall in love with me.”

“What like right now?”  His face twists into something amused, apparently at Keiji’s expense, and Keiji shakes his head in frustration.  Of course Daichi wouldn’t get it.  Daichi’s been blockheaded and oblivious to Keiji’s growing feelings since day one.  He can feel his jaw quivering and he pulls out of Daichi’s grip to wipe angrily at his cheeks.

“Forget it.  Forget I said anything.  Just.  Write it off as having one too many of Sugawara’s drinks tonight.”

Daichi huffs a laugh and he’s close enough that his breath brushes Keiji’s cheek.

“Babe,” he murmurs.  “I’ve been trying to get you to date me for like seventeen months.”

“What?” Keiji asks flatly.

“I just figured you weren’t into that sort of thing.”  Daichi’s hand is warm on his wrist again and when he tugs on it Keiji slides just a little bit closer.  “But maybe I just need to try one more time.”

Daichi smiles at him.

It aches.

And he falls in love all over again.

[bringmemyqueen]

akaashi rarepair week - day 1: same team / rivalry / sport swap

akaashi pretending he’s an amateur to get daichi to teach him ( ﾟ▽ﾟ)