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“ and here you are, one tarako onigiri with a side of miso sauce. ” it’s there that he places the steaming, freshly made rice ball with an addition of the said sauce, wiping off hands with a towel. lips are quirked into a smile, brows raised in a way to show a certain softness. “ —— enjoy. ” @akshis
[ akshis asked : ] ¥ also akaashi pls
LOOKS : 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
PERSONALITY : 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
ATTRACTIONS : 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
WOULD THEY DATE THEM : ( yes ) ( no )
FAVORITE THING ABOUT THEM : akaashi in comparison to hikaru is the more rational one , hikaru likes that they are the complete opposite personality wise and he finds comfort in knowing that when he’s bouncing off the walls that akaashi can calm him and center him .
LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT THEM : akaashi is very quiet and hikaru feels like he annoys him when he starts to just ramble about the most pointless things . he wants akaashi to talk to him about what he loves even if he thinks it would be too boring , hikaru wants akaashi to talk to him about anything and everything !
@akshis [ muse rating ! - accepting ! ]
@akshis said: "bokuto-san, what did you just say about the author of this book........?" indulge me cha. or allow me to indulge u....
The silence between them is palpable; only Akaashi’s question lingers, as loud as a knife run across a metal surface. Half-hiding behind a pile of books, Bokuto bravely tries to convince himself that if he pretends he didn’t hear him long enough, then the tension will break, and Akaashi will resume his reading, and things will resume like nothing happened. It doesn’t work, of course. Akaashi is merciless in his scrutiny; and Bokuto feels the pointed look of his kouhai drilling into him even as he conscienciously avoids his gaze.
Both hands rolled into a fist before his mouth, scattered notes spread over the desk in the campus’ study space, Bokuto looks like a frozen statue (with a drop of sweat pearling at his forehead). Dammit. It’s nice to study with Akaashi again after one year apart, but... truth be told, he had almost forgotten how much pressure his kouhai could put on a guy with a single, vaguely judgemental, vaguely disappointed look. “... I said...” Deep breath, Bokuto. Time to face the consequences of his stupidity - and love of big words he doesn’t even remember properly.
“I said he was making it sound like the main character has stockholder syndrome, but like, presents it like it’s totally normal and even romantic.” ... right, stockholder, Stockholm... it sounds too similar! In despair, Bokuto throws his hands up and lets them fall again on his lap, his laptop and essay momentarily discarded, and Akaashi definitely distracted. “Stop lookin’ at me like that, I know that’s not the right word!! You don’t need to make it worse!!” Except making it worse has been half of Akaashi’s purpose in their odd little friendship - a fair payback for all the nonsense Bokuto puts him through... probably.
tsukishima-kun do you like hamlet
don’t ask tsukishima if he likes hamlet —- because . . . if you do, he’ll have to make a face. & squirm in fifteen different ways ( through the shoulders, through the distribution of his weight, through the quirk of his brow ). if you ask, then he’ll have to look to the left & to the right before pretending he’s annoyed with a heavy sigh.
tch. he’s read hamlet. parts of it, he’s read more than once. & he’s seen about three adaptions of it ( not counting lion king for fuck’s sake) but . . .
that doesn’t mean he wants to admit to anything. people who admit to liking hamlet are a … specific type of creature.
to be or not to be that is the question whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings & arrows of outrageous fortune or take arms against a sea of troubles, & by opposing ? & by opposing? end them.
tsukishima closes his eyes, closes his ears. & pretends not to hear the question.
I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw. . .
unprompted | @akshis
∗ 51﹕ sender plays a song for receiver that reminds them of them : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KgHUq4U-E1E akaashi after one day working in manga publishing being shown this video 50 times and sending it to bokuto-san
this month was one of those special times where akaashi came to visit, presumably no drafts to be due, or whatever happens at shounen jumps headquarters. eh, he doesn’t really get all that stuff but see what’s most important is that akaashi is here and he’s also here helping make dinner. it’s lively, as it’s always is. bokuto’s definition of ‘ helping make dinner ’ is wrapping his arms loosely around his midsection and chin resting on his shoulder with a pout, wondering just when exactly this katsudon will be ready. he’s a hungry boy and you can’t leave him starving!
( soon, is all he hears, balancing out the patience with impatience. )
akaashi seems to pick up on this because he pauses making the curry sauce and take the phone from the counter, opening the youtube app. huh, wonder what he’s doing? so he peaks further over his shoulder with curious, wide eyes and watches him type a somewhat familiar name in the search bar. “ ah, sailor taro! ” his smile is wide, being handed the phone to entertain himself for several minutes before mixing the carrots and potatoes back in the sauce.
it works quite well. arms are pulled away from his waist to grip the phone, however he stays hovered behind with his attention now elsewhere.
“ tsum - tsum showed me this song but never the video! ... whoooooooa, akaashi! ” you don’t need to turn and look to see that there are stars glittering in his eyes. “ her muscles are huge! hey hey, do you think mine looks like that? come ooooooon, you can be honest! ” which means, goad me up or i’ll be really disappointed. dinner seems to be forgotten, with the phone still in his fist, he raises an arm and flexes with a shine of an expression. “ i need your very important opinion here! i’ve been workin’ out a lot, ya’ know. how else am i going to spike the ball over the net, huuuuuh? ”
then he places a kiss on his cheek, pouting again when akaashi wouldn’t as so much have glanced, shoulders slump and arm lowering. “ akashiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, you didn’t even look! ” fine, whatever. not like he wasn’t upset or anything. definitely not. @akshis, nonverbal prompts
perhaps he was a bit self indulgent , however his reasoning for staring at himself in the mirror for more than a minute was nothing short of justified . as fingers comb through his hair , auburn roots could be seen as hair was shifted around . sighing , hikaru couldn’t help but wonder if it was even worth touching up anymore .
‟ akaashi , ” although he valued his independence from his brother and the fact that they now look ( somewhat ) different , he was getting tired of constantly needing to re - color his hair . ‟ should i go back to my natural hair color ? ” would he even be able to go through with it if he decided to go back to his natural hair ? honestly , even thinking about it made him a bit uneasy .
starter for › @akshis from › hitachiin , hikaru .
props a leg on tsukishima while reading his book. :)
for a quiet person, tsukishima knows how to be loud in his protests. rather than cause himself a headache by yelling — he knows how to reprimand with razor-blade glances. he knows how to point accusatory fingers or to evaporate on the spot. none of these things are necessarily good things — but they are still things that tsukishima knows how to do. they are still things that tsukishima puts into practice. especially with touches that come to him with a scream — - high fives & over-energetic jubilation & conscious efforts to intrude on tsukishima’s well-established boundaries.
& the thing is . . . tsukishima often feels as though he is surrounded by personalities that bellow just by being. loud environments say nothing for how he acts, reacts in the quiet settings.
where touch can be natural & subtle & maybe still devious, but tsukishima doesn’t have to think too hard about it.
all tsukishima knows is that he’s comfortable when he sits with akaashi on akaashi’s couch. he’s comfortable when akaashi spends the hour reading his book & when tsukishima spends the hour reading his own book.
they’re both busy people. & there’s an easy intimacy that comes with being busy with another person.
of course, tsukishima doesn’t think too hard about it.
he doesn’t think too hard about akaashi’s shifting on his side of the couch to make himself comfortable. nor does he think too hard when akaashi props one of his legs over his lap & — honestly, tsukishima figures that akaashi wants some of his blanket.
tsukishima turns a page in his book before dropping some of the blanket over akaashi. he returns to reading & it’s so easy for tsukishima to be gently tactile when he’s not thinking too hard. when things are quiet & honest. as he reads, his fingers drum a gentle massage against akaashi’s calf & turn the page.
unprompted | @akshis
