Okay I know you technically finished it, but if I bat my big blue eyes at you will you pretty please write “He’s a bad kisser." for the AkaOiSuga pretty pretty pretty please with a cherry on top? :D
in a surprise move I am finally writing this one!
check out part one and part two and part three and part four and part five and part six (this one can stand alone but is it technically part of a series)
“He is such an ass kisser,” Tooru mutters to Yahaba as their newest coworker steps into their boss’s office with a smile.
“Excuse me?”
Yahaba’s eyes go wide in surprise and he tears his gaze from Tooru’s as they both slowly turn around to see Akaashi standing next to Tooru’s desk with amusement dancing in his eyes. Amusement that was definitely not in the eyes of the man next to Akaashi. Who was, no doubt, the one who had spoken since Tooru hadn’t recognized the voice. The man is looking at Tooru like he’s the most disgusting thing he’s ever seen and if Tooru wasn’t busy panicking because confrontation thanks to his mouth running has never been his forte he might have been offended by that look. He looks wonderful, thank you very much. Suga had said as much that morning as he tried to convince Tooru to stay in bed just a little longer.
“Bad kisser,” Tooru blurts out. “He’s a bad kisser. He just… I’m not making this any better I’m gonna shut up.” Tooru’s voice dies off when Yahaba lets out a pained snicker and starts shaking with badly contained laughter. Akaashi looks like he just received his next three years worth of holiday and birthday gifts and is fighting a smile and if Tooru wasn’t suddenly so miserable and embarrassed he might be a little proud of making Akaashi so gleeful; he’s still a little insecure about his place in their relationship sometimes okay so sue him.
Instead he’s focusing on the man standing next to Akaashi. The man giving him a calculating look. The man who suddenly shakes his head.
“I would ask when exactly you ever kissed him but, honestly, there are some things about Yaku I know better than to ask about.”
Akaashi snorts unattractively and rolls his eyes. “As if that’s ever actually stopped you before, Kuroo.”
The man, Kuroo, gasps somewhat dramatically, hand pressing against his chest, and turns to Akaashi with his mouth parted in an offended ‘o’ of shock.
“Akaashi. You wound me.”
“I wish,” Akaashi grumbles. Then he turns back to Tooru. “Unfortunately I have to cancel tonight’s date. This pain in the ass has suddenly showed up this morning and decided that he just has to be shown around town and insists on it happening tonight.” Akaashi leans in closer. “I would just tell him to shove off but I’m afraid he would show up at a, hmm, inopportune moment for us tonight.”
The look Akaashi gives him warms him until he’s sure his skin is about to bubble up and he smiles as sweetly as he can when Kuroo makes a distressed noise and starts mumbling about ‘eye sex’ and ‘this is supposed to be a work environment for fuck’s sake.’
“So have you really kissed him?” Yahaba at least waits for Kuroo and Akaashi to leave and settle down at Akaashi’s desk.
Because @shouyouohno is an enabler and I am weak, this is a thing that I wrote for them
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Koushi ran his hands through his hair, tugging on the short silver strands critically. “It’s getting long,” he mumbled to himself as his hands dropped, nervously tugging at the bottom of his sports bra before he smoothed his shirt out. He sighed softly, turned around slid out into the kitchen. Keiji had been slowly waking when he’d slipped out of the bed, and they would need coffee as soon as humanly possible, the poor, sweet thing. Koushi laughed quietly to himself as he turned the pot on and started to hum while he checked his phone. Daichi had sent him a text, a frantic-sounding thing about Tetsurou and burning their anniversary dinner, but Koushi was sure it had gone well enough seeing as there wasn’t a “please hold me and buy me ice cream because I fucked up so bad” text to follow it. Koushi shook his head, set his phone aside, and rummaged around for three mugs.
He fixed Keiji’s first, set it aside right as Keiji shuffled out, scratching at their stomach, red creases lining their cheek. Koushi grinned, but he didn’t speak, just handed his partner their coffee. Keiji grunted, took a sip, and then leaned over, pressed a soft kiss to Koushi’s cheek before they turned and sank into a chair. Koushi bit back a laugh and leaned against the table, watching as Keiji blinked blearily, jaw working as they sipped at the still piping hot coffee, slowly coming to life. Eventually, they looked up and smiled faintly. “Good morning, Koushi.”
Koushi beamed and leaned forward, kissing Keiji on the tip of their nose as he ruffled their hair. “Morning Keiji. What pronouns are we using today?”
Keiji sucked on their teeth for a minute before their eyes flicked up and they smiled shyly. “She today.”
“Well,” Koushi murmured as he leaned even closer, “I’m honored to have a pretty, brilliant girlfriend today.”
Keiji made a happy sound in the back of her throat and leaned in, pressed close to Koushi’s chest. He beamed and wrapped his arms tight around her, squeezing as he pressed soft kisses all over her head while slender arms settled loosely around his hips. “You’re warm…” Keiji mumbled.
Koushi pulled back, smiling as he tugged on short, dark curls. “I try hard.” Keiji grunted, tugged him back in and nuzzled closer, breaths already slowing. “Don’t fall asleep again,” Koushi chided softly as he prodded Keiji’s cheek, but he didn’t push her off, didn’t pry himself away. It was too good to resist.
Quiet footsteps drew his gaze, and he smiled as Tooru walked out, scratching at their bare chest as they yawned. Their eyes brightened and they crept over, pressing a chaste kiss to the back of Keiji’s head before their arms wound around Keiji and Koushi, enveloping them both in a warm, secure embrace. “Morning cuties,” they sang.
Koushi snorted. “Too kind, I swear.”
Tooru winked at him before they glanced to Keiji and poked her cheek. “What pronouns today, Kei-chan?”
“She…” Keiji managed sleepily as she slowly slipped an arm from around Koushi’s waist to blindly seek out Tooru’s hand and grasp it.
The two standing grinned, turned to one another. “Keiji needs more coffee I think.”
“Kou-chan, I think you’re right. But you know what’s needed first?” Koushi snorted, but he leaned up on his tiptoes and kissed Tooru, lingering and lingering until his legs trembled, calves ready to give out. They grinned and chased after him instead, peppering sweet kisses all over his face, coaxing out quiet, happy sounds. “My handsome man,” they cooed, smirking as Koushi flushed and looked away.
“Hush,” Koushi grumbled.”
“Never! I have to tell my wonderful partners how amazing they are! My beautiful, strong Kei-chan, so sweet and tough! And my dashing Kou-chan, so pretty and smart! Wonderful, the both of you!”
Koushi groaned, cheeks and ears hot, and buried his face into Tooru’s shoulder as they laughed, loud and bright, hard enough that it shook them all and left Keiji grumbling. Koushi nudged Tooru off after a moment, but they leaned in for one more kiss before they grabbed Keiji’s cup and leaned close, whispering kisses across her skin too.
“Want some more?”
“What kind of question is that?”
Tooru chuckled. “Three coffees coming right up!”
Koushi snorted again and shifted his hands to cup Keiji’s face, tugging her attention away. She blinked up at him, eyes slowly clearly, and he smiled, swept his fingers along her soft cheeks. “Want me to make breakfast?”
She perked up, smiling faintly as her hand squeezed his hip. “Pancakes?”
Koushi winked. “I can do that.”
Keiji smiled and released him, and he leaned down, kissed her forehead, and spun away. He rummaged through the cupboards and pulled out ingredients as Keiji and Tooru settled at the table, Keiji with her head down while Tooru stroked her hair and chattered. “I’m really glad we all go the day off together for once. It’s gonna be awesome! The planetarium is super cool, I promise you’ll both love it! Oh, and the flowers are blooming too, so we could buy lunch somewhere and take it to a park and eat there maybe? Hajime was telling me about this one place with great deals…”
Koushi hummed as he whisked all the ingredients together, listening with half an ear to the plans they’d been talking about for at least two weeks now. “It definitely sounds good. I was beyond ready to spend a day with you.”
“I’m glad you’re excited too! We all really needed the break.”
Keiji made a soft wheezing sound, a quiet laugh as they opened their eyes. “Too true… I love the kids, but sometimes I’m tempted to quit.”
“At least these ones don’t throw up on you?”
Koushi watched, amused, as Keiji raised her head and stared at Tooru for a long moment before she sighed quietly, let her head thump back onto the table. “You’re right I guess…”
“It’s okay Keiji,” Tooru murmured as he ruffled her hair. “I know it’s hard, but you’re the best.”
“They’re right Keiji!” Koushi chimed in as he ladled some of the batter onto the warm pan. “You’re great with the kids. I’ve seen how much they adore you.”
Keiji made a soft, pleased sound and buried her face into her arms. Tooru winked at Koushi, and he blew a kiss back before he turned, flipped the first of the pancakes, moved them, and started a second set. Tooru started to bustle around, singing quietly as they grabbed the syrup and butter, set the table, and poured themself a glass of milk.
Soon, Koushi finished and brought the plate over, trailing his fingers across Keiji’s back as he passed. She perked up instantly and stole the first pancakes with a grin before Koushi had a chance to even pull his hand from the plate. He and Tooru exchanged a grin and a laugh as they waited for her to load up her plate before they reached in and grabbed some of their own. Koushi swiped the syrup before Tooru could, giggling to himself as he poured a good amount before relinquishing it to Tooru, who stuck their tongue out at him.
“So kind, Mr. Refreshing.”
“So good, Koushi,” Keiji moaned quietly, eyes closed in what may have been pure rapture as she chewed slowly. “Cook these every morning,” she whispered as her eyes cracked open, a tiny smile blooming.
Koushi shook his head with a laugh. “Can do Keiji, though you’ll get tired of them real quick.”
Keiji scoffed as she jerked her chin up and pointedly took another bite. “You wish.”
Koushi grinned. “Maybe. They take a while to make, but they’re delicious, and it’s so tempting to eat them while I’m cooking.”
“Naturally,” Keiji hummed, “I would too.”
“If you were conscious enough to cook in the mornings.”
Keiji only gave him a baleful stare before she turned back to her pancakes. Koushi glanced to Tooru, shit-eating smiles tugging at their mouths. Koushi’s arm darted forward and he stole a bite of Keiji’s pancakes as she squeaked in protest, lunged after him as he laughed, shaking as he shoved the bite into his mouth and chewed. Keiji stilled in her pursuit, lips pursed in a pout. “Koushi…”
She leaned closer, lower lip pushing out further. “Koushi…”
He smirked and pecked her on the lips. Keiji’s nose crinkled a little, but before she could complain he cut off a piece of his stack of pancakes and held it out. Those beautiful gray eyes brightened and she opened her mouth, let him feed her with a grin.
“So cute,” Tooru sighed, and Keiji and Koushi turned, both smiling as Koushi cut off another piece, stuck it in Tooru’s direction. Tooru gasped, clutched their chest and fluttered their eyes at him, lips wobbling. “Koushi… my love! Such a gift! I don’t deserve the honor! I-”
“Fine, I’ll eat it my-”
Tooru’s hand shot out and caught Koushi by the wrist, held him there. “Rude, Kou-chan,” they grumbled. Koushi just blew them a kiss. Tooru gave an over-exaggerated seductive wink and leaned forward, took the pancakes from Koushi’s fork with a delighted hum. Koushi settled back and started to eat again, glancing between his partners with a grin. I love you both so much.
They finished breakfast quickly, and Keiji washed while Tooru dried as Koushi slipped back to the bedroom for a quick shower. By the time he emerged, dress and hair dry, Keiji and Tooru had sprawled back on their bed and tangled up together, Keiji’s long, slender legs stretched out, one hooked over Tooru’s waist. They paused in the middle of their slow kisses and delicate touches, blinking at him as they both smiled. “What a prince,” Tooru tease.
Keiji hummed in agreement as she pressed her head into Tooru’s neck, twisted to keep her eyes on Koushi. “Very handsome indeed.”
Koushi focused fixing the collar of his shirt, a pathetic attempt to hide his painfully obvious blush as he shook his head. “Hush, the both of you.” They laughed instead, loud and bright, and Koushi found himself drawn in, grinning as he moved closer and held his hands out. “C’mon you two, let’s get going.”
Keiji groaned, but she rolled over, rose, wiggled as she pulled her high-waisted shorts up a little higher and made sure her blouse was tucked in properly. Tooru slung themself over Koushi’s back, hugging him tight as they kissed along the shell of his ear. “Do you have a sports bra to bring?”
Koushi twisted his head away, a muffled noise escaping from the back of his throat. Keiji was on him in an instant, holding his hand as she cupped his cheek.
“Koushi.”
Her voice was stern, no room for arguments, and Koushi heaved a dramatic sigh, rolled his eyes, and disentangled himself from his partners. He dug through their drawers for a minute before he found one and tossed it to Keiji, who caught it and stuck it in her purse with a smile. “Thank you.”
He stuck his tongue out. They didn’t chide him - just closed in on him, peppering kisses all over his face before he slipped his hands into theirs with a bright smile. “Ready?”
Hii, could you please do AkaOiSuga for the prompt thing? “Hold my hand so he gets jealous.” Thanks so much in advance <3
this goes in the same au as this AkaSuga piece
It takes a good ten seconds to register the words Akaashi breathes in his ear, partially because Tooru wasn’t expecting to have Akaashi suddenly plastered against his back like a wet towel and partially because the words make no sense. Akaashi is warm against his back and the noise of the party is loud but not overwhelming and he’s had just one glass of the punch he watched Kunimi spiking.
“Say that again?”
“Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”
Tooru follows Akaashi’s gaze and sees Sugawara chatting with Yahaba on the other side of the room. Yahaba says something that Tooru knows, by the way Yahaba huffs and rolls his eyes, is pithy and savage; it has Sugawara laughing and fanning himself, tears of joy glimmering in his eyes. Akaashi grumbles in Tooru’s ear and leans even heavier against his back.
“Are you drunk? Do I need to go count how many wine bottles I have left in my kitchen?” Tooru isn’t entirely used to Akaashi in his space. It’s a new development but it’s not really uncomfortable. It’s just different.
Tooru tilts his head just enough to catch sight of Akaashi out of the corner of his eye as Akaashi eyes flutter shut and he sighs. Tooru pats the arm that Akaashi wraps around his waist distractedly.
“I’m not drunk. If I was drunk I wouldn’t care who he was talking to or the fact that he’s not talking to me.”
Tooru’s fingers are running along Akaashi’s arm, dragging patterns through the goosebumps rising there, but neither of them feel the need to mention it or move apart. He can feel the steady beat of Akaashi’s heart against his back.
“Wait. Like not talking to you right this moment, not talking? Or you got in an argument, not talking?”
Akaashi tenses against his back for a moment and then lets out a long breath.
“Yes.”
“Akaashi,” Tooru scolds, voice going obnoxiously high. He feels Akaashi wince at the voice and he reaches back to pat Akaashi’s face, also as obnoxiously as possible. Akaashi retaliates by reaching up and dragging Tooru’s glasses halfway down his nose, digging the nose pads in and then flicking Tooru on the forehead.
“What is it this time?”
Tooru catches Akaashi’s wrist and tugs his hand away before Akaashi can finish pulling off his glasses or start poking Tooru’s face or something equally irritating.
“Nothing serious. It’s just.” Akaashi sighs again. Tooru tenses at how wistful it sounds. Akaashi’s eyes are on Sugawara, watching him laugh at whatever Yahaba is saying. “He and I have a difference of opinion on how to go about things sometimes. Especially things both of us want.”
“What kind of things,” Tooru asks. Sugawara turns and spots them and something gleams in his eyes.
Akaashi sighs and steps away at last. “Things that are important to both of us,” he mutters as Sugawara makes his way over to them with a look on his face that Tooru can’t interpret.
SOME TIME AGO I ASKED YOU TO WRITE ICE CREAM DATE AKASUGA BUT I WILL GIVE YOU MY FIRST BORN IF YOU GIVE ME AN ICE CREAM DATE WITH CONFLICT AND AKAOISUGA!! -- Your writing is So Good and I nEEd MoRe Please
check out part one and part two and part three and part four and part five
It wasn’t a date. At least that is what Tooru has told himself nearly a dozen times since they left his apartment and a dozen more since they finally made it to the ice cream shop.
Not a date. Not a date. Not a date.
The words echo in his mind even as he slides into a booth and Sugawara slides in right beside him. Akaashi sets down a small bowl of fudge ripple ice cream in front of Tooru, hands a cone of mint chocolate chip to Sugawara, and settles some sort of chocolate and strawberry whip cream topped shake in front of himself.
“Are we talking now?” Tooru finally asks when he’s over halfway through his dish and has already given himself at least two brain freezes in the process of not making actual eye contact with either of his companions.
“Here’s the thing. We both like you. A lot.” Sugawara’s ice cream cone is already gone and Tooru can feel Sugawara’s gaze on him as he speaks. “As in we would both be very interested in dating you and are wondering if you would be interested in that as well.”
“Oh,” Tooru says. Intelligent response, he knows.
Akaashi raises his brow and opens his mouth to no doubt make some scathing yet witty comment in regards to Tooru’s speechlessness. Except he glances past Tooru and Sugawara towards the shop entrance and narrows his eyes. The look he’s shooting towards the entrance could potentially wound, if not kill, an average buffalo Tooru thinks and he twists to see who is on the receiving end of that look. Sugawara turns as well and Tooru feels the sigh Sugawara lets out.
Yahaba is at the counter, back stiff as a board under Akaashi’s gaze and resolutely ignoring them. Kunimi has no such qualms and is facing them, leaning against the counter with his elbows propped on the surface and returning Akaashi’s glare with an unimpressed and equally caustic look of his own. And a hand gesture Tooru isn’t sure is really appropriate for public.
“Keiji,” Sugawara warns as he turns back around.
“Koushi,” Akaashi replies, eyes never leaving Kunimi and Yahaba.
“You are not starting a fight in an ice cream shop. My pride is not wounded. My feelings are not hurt.”
Tooru turns around as well and watches the way Akaashi’s eyes flicker between Yahaba and Kunimi and narrow even more as they, Tooru assumes, approach the table and then they’re pass and Akaashi falters like he wants to turn around to continue glaring but isn’t sure how to without drawing attention to himself.
Tooru catches Yahaba’s gaze as they sit at the table in the corner and he rolls his eyes at the face Yahaba makes at him.
“Okay you can’t date me if you’re going to threaten my friends.”
“I didn’t threaten anyone.”
“Babe,” Suga interrupts and turns to Tooru. “Does that mean you want to date us?”
"who gave you that black eye?" AkaOiSuga part 5 STOP TOYING WITH MY EMOTIONS EZZY
check out part one and part two and part three and part four
He winces as cold fingers graze his cheek and if it wasn’t for the fact he knew those fingers were always like that he would assume the feeling was more from his inflamed and swiftly bruising cheek than anything else.
“Did you seriously think you had a chance?” He runs his tongue over the spot on his lip where it split inside his mouth. He might have bitten it. He’s really not entirely sure. He doesn’t answer the question. There’s no point. They both know the answer already.
“You don’t even regret it do you?” The fingers still and then he’s wincing harder when they dig into the scrape on his cheek. “Did he go easy on you?”
“Probably.”
“Did you at least hit him back?”
“No I just told him he was being an asshole and all three of them were miserable and they all needed to remove their heads from their asses and then I stood there and just let him punch me.”
“You and your pain kink.”
Yahaba scowls and pushes the fingers from his face. “I do not have a pain kink.”
“Is there a kink for meddling in other people’s love lives? Cause if there is you’ve got that one for sure.”
“If I tell you to go to hell will you listen to me?”
Kunimi’s lips quirk just a little and he bends forward to press a gentle and cool kiss to Yahaba’s bruised cheek.
—
Akaashi’s fingers flutter and hover, twitching as he tries to figure out what part of Sugawara’s injuries he wants to inspect first.
“Holy shit,” Tooru breathes, “Sugawara who gave you that black eye?”
“Oh,” Sugawara says pleasantly, “is it already bruising?”
“Koushi.” Akaashi’s voice is almost a whine. He finally settles for cupping Sugawara’s cheeks and rubbing his thumbs gently along Sugawara’s skin. Sugawara smiles and covers Akaashi’s hands with his own.
“Keiji,” Sugawara replies softly. “I’ll be fine. I’ve taken far worse hits in the ring. Though Yahaba can punch much harder than I thought.”
Tooru sucks in a sharp breath. “Yaha- holy shit I thought he joking.” He never imagined that Yahaba would actually get in a fight with Sugawara because of him. Tooru watches Akaashi and Sugawara talking softly and does his best not to listen to their conversation. Instead he sends Yahaba a text to see if Sugawara left him alive and then another one to make sure Kunimi didn’t kill him when he found out and he doesn’t realize how resolutely he is not paying attention to the other two until Sugawara squats in front of him and gently takes hold of his wrist. He startles but Sugawara just smiles up at him.
“I was informed that we are all being dumb assholes and need to talk. Sooner rather than later.”
Tooru swallows thickly. He’d gotten used to Akaashi hanging off of him almost carelessly. But Sugawara had always touched carefully and with intent.
“I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.” AkaOiSuga part three please and thank
can be read alone but makes even more sense if you read part one and part two
Tooru sighs and stares blankly across the open floor plan of the office. It might be a little wistful and dramatic, if the look Yahaba is shooting him is any indication, but he can’t help it. Akaashi has gone from new team member who doesn’t really know how to deal with Tooru, to close work friend who sometimes crashes on his couch, to a friend outside of work who had little to no concept of personal space whereas Tooru was concerned, and now… Well now Akaashi is on the other side of the office bent over some design proofs and he hasn’t spoken to Tooru directly in days and he hasn’t been close enough to even shake his hand in nearly a week.
“I’ll kick his ass if you want me to,” Yahaba states. He rolls his chair away from the long table he had been flipping through sketches at until he can bump it into Tooru and topple Tooru onto his lap.
“I don’t want you to kick Akaashi’s ass,” Tooru says. Their voices are quiet, lost under the general noise in their office space.
“I was talking about Sugawara’s.”
“I definitely don’t want you to try to kick his ass. You do know he’s a fighter, right? As in he literally fights people for money and titles and stuff.”
“Yeah but he’s being an ass and he and Akaashi are fighting over you and its making you all miserable.” Tooru freezes. It takes Yahaba a moment to realize why. “Oh shit. I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t say that.” Yahaba tries to push Tooru off his lap and roll his office chair away but Tooru grabs it and yanks Yahaba back. The yelp Yahaba lets out is heard, and ignored, through the office. It’s not the first time he and Tooru have gotten vocal or physical about things after all.
“What do you mean fighting over me?”
“Nothing. Because I did not say that. Because if I did Sugawara would definitely kick my ass. And I’m not into that.”
“Yahaba.”
“Nope.”
Yahaba struggles out of Tooru’s grip and this time Tooru lets him get away. His mind is somewhere at the party last month where Akaashi had been hanging off Tooru and talking about his and Sugawara’s different approaches when they both want something. Even after Sugawara had come over and talked to them a bit Akaashi had spent most of the night close to Tooru, leaning against him and touching him. It never bothered Tooru, not the way he thinks other people would say it should. In fact he had enjoyed it. Especially near the end of the night when Sugawara was standing on his other side and had to lean against him when Kunimi had told such a bad joke that Sugawara nearly doubled over in laughter.
He strides over to Akaashi’s work space and plants his hands firmly on either side of the paper Akaashi is bent over.
“Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.” AkaOiSuga part four please my children are starving
check out part one and part two and then part three
“I think it’s time we talk.”
Akaashi looks up at Tooru for a moment, visibly startled, and huffs.
“That doesn’t sound ominous at all.” Akaashi’s attention immediately shifts back to the papers in front of him. “And I have a lot of work to do today. I’m sure you do too.”
Tooru squints down at him, unsure if Akaashi is being serious or just continuing to avoid Tooru, until a ball up piece of paper nails the back of his head and he turns around. Yahaba looks from Tooru to the boss’s office pointedly just as the door opens. Tooru gives a winning smile to his boss and raps his knuckles gently against Akaashi’s desk.
“We’re talking after work.”
Akaashi makes some sort of noise - not really an agreement nor a denial - and Tooru heads back to his desk before he can be scolded for distracting his coworkers again.
Yahaba only needs to redirect Tooru’s attention once the rest of the day which he thinks is pretty impressive. He doesn’t race out of the office like an eager child at the end of the school day but he doesn’t exactly waste any time lingering around and making small talk either. Even so he barely catches Akaashi before he disappears into the crowd.
“I thought we were talking after work.”
“You’re talking. I need to be going.”
“Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.”
Akaashi tenses for a moment and stares at Tooru’s hand on his elbow. Tooru doesn’t remove it.
“Are you going to kidnap me if I say no? If I walk away?”
“No. But I might just follow you home and whine the entire way until I wear you down.”
After a tense minute where Tooru really isn’t sure if Akaashi will just shake him off and walk away, he finally relents and gestures for Tooru to lead the way back to his own apartment. Neither of them say anything in the twenty minutes it takes to get to Tooru’s apartment. It’s not exactly uncomfortable but it’s not the easy closeness that they had just a month ago.
When they finally talk, after kicking off shoes and getting bottles of water and settling on the couch, it’s stilted. Pauses and gaps while they tiptoe around each other. Neither of them really wanting to say what’s on their mind but not wanting to stop talking either. Akaashi’s phone chimes with a new text from Sugawara and Tooru tells him to invite Sugawara over. They all should be having this conversation anyway. Together or not at all. Akaashi’s phone chimes again and then it’s another half an hour of awkward almost silence while they wait for the knock on Tooru’s door.
They’re expecting it yet they both startle and look at each other sheepishly when Sugawara knocks and then opens the door. When Sugawara steps into the living room they both gasp quietly, Akaashi hopping to his feet with worry.
Can I ask for some AkaOiSuga? Where Suga had given birth to the babies?
Absolutely! (x)
“This one is definitely yours Keiji.” Suga mused as he stared down at the baby he was feeding. He had given birth to their babies yesterday in the afternoon, the c-section going smoothly. Now he, Oikawa and Akaashi were sitting in the hospital room with the babies, Suga feeding one and Suga feeding the other.
“How can you tell?” Akaashi asked curiously.
“He keeps trying to shove as much milk into his mouth as he can as once. He should slow down.” Suga adjusted his grip on the bottle.
Oikawa smiled, “That does sound like Keiji.”
Akaashi narrowed his eyes playfully, “Then this one must be Tooru’s.”
Oikawa looked down at the baby in Keiji’s arms and hummed, “I see it. He has my nose.” He reached out and poked the nose, the little girl scrunching it up as he did so.
“They’re going to be so goregous when they grow up.” Suga said mostly to himself but Akaashi and Oikawa nodded in agreement, already in love with their twins.
