A surprise visit, mariokart, and Oikawa. Malibu also makes an appearance (Or multiple).
Notes: Akaashi has a bad memory. Relatable content.
Songs I recommend for this chap are Dionysus by the Buttertones, Best Interest by Tyler the Creator (for Kuroo), and Shampoo Bottles by Peach Pit for the ending. I promise Bokuto will show up in the next chap! >.<
I also make a reference to Natsume Ono because she smacks! Read her manga Not Simple; it is fantastic!
Thank you for reading!
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Shampoo Bottles
It’s Saturday, something Akaashi doesn’t realize until he is flying halfway out his front door and huffing a breath at his phone screen’s mocking display: 6:30 AM, Saturday, June 14th. Exactly a week before Hinata’s birthday.
He blinks and remembers the night before, when he was nursing a red wine and a deadline for his “Ono Natsume: Shouting for the Voiceless” article. He remembers, vaguely, submitting the piece at 11:50 and dropping his head right there on his cheap Ikea desk, exhausted.
Presently, he’s nodding awkwardly at his neighbor (leaving the complex to work out, no less) and trying to make it look, somehow, like he meant to open his front door only to close it seconds later.
Toeing off his work shoes and entirely caught off guard by the idea of a day off, Akaashi retreats to his bed. He passes out almost as soon as his foggy head hits the pillow, dreaming of nothing. The next time he opens his eyes, his breath and body still completely.
“Mornin’, sleeping beauty! It’s ten, I’m surprised you slept so long!”
“Kuroo-san, why are you in my apartment?”
The offender offers no answer but grins brilliantly, gold irises level with Akaashi’s blue-green.
“And just how long have you been here anyway?” Kuroo ignores him again, instead choosing to stand from his squatting position. His hands at his hips, Kuroo wears a white oversized Bouncing Ball hoodie and black skinny jeans. Much to Akaashi’s discomfort, he still has his shoes on- red and white high top sneakers with the laces tucked in. As always, the guy’s flawlessly disheveled, silver jewelry glinting from his ears and neck.
Akaashi groans and plants his face in his pillow. It’s too early for the young, beautiful, and rich.
Kuroo, unsurprisingly, doesn’t yield Akaashi’s thoughts and scoffs once. He moves to draw open the curtains in his room. Keiji can’t help but grimace as he feels his skin bathed in hot summer light.
“Man. You should really dust your windowsills. Do you even ever open these things?! You’re not some bat, ‘Kaashi. You need fresh air.”
“I think bats need air too,” Akaashi mumbles into the pillow.
Kuroo waves a dismissive hand and turns to survey him, arms folded across a broad chest. Keiji reluctantly turns his head to address his stare, squinting without the aid of his glasses or contacts. Kuroo’s bedhead is seemingly even worse today- probably from whatever plane he just hopped out of. The latter smirks devilishly.
“Well. Are you gonna welcome me back or what?”
“So you didn’t expect to land in Tokyo until Thursday?” Akaashi asks this of Kuroo about 45 minutes after his intrusion into the writer’s apartment. The pair are getting brunch in some needlessly swanky rooftop restaurant, one where Kuroo insisted he wouldn’t get recognized. Akaashi raised his eyebrows at that- his friend had stuffed his signature messy locks into one of Akaashi’s ratty baseball caps and donned aviators the moment they got outside.
No matter to him, anyway. Akaashi got fancy champagne out of the deal.
“Sure didn’t. Management canceled the show in Singapore last minute. Something about the venue. Fuck if I know,” Kuroo explains almost incoherently through colossal bites of egg.
“What matters is nobody got hurt. We refunded tickets and rescheduled the gig. S’all good. I’m just happy to be back home with my buddy!” Kuroo reaches over to slap Akaashi on the back with a friendly grin.
He’s sputtering over his mimosa when Kuroo continues, “Can’t wait to surprise Kenma tonight, either. Can you imagine his face?"
“Yeah, actually, I can,” Akaashi slouches his shoulders forward in his chair with an uninterested expression and quirks up an eyebrow ever so slightly, impersonating his best friend.
“Hey, that was pretty good! Though I guess it’s not that hard for you. You’re both pretty stoic. Like Easter Island Heads.”
Akaashi swats at him half-heartedly. Kuroo laughs.
“Anyway, you’re lucky I didn’t call him immediately this morning- or the police for that matter,” Akaashi says matter of factly. Kuroo clutches at his heart dramatically.
“Akaashi-kun. You wound me. I am the furthest from a criminal.”
Akaashi huffs a laugh.
“Tell the Osaka police force that.”
“Hey! What, a guy can’t take a piss anymore?”
“Not, apparently, from the top of the Umeda Sky Building-”
“To be fair, I didn’t know the police officer was right there,” Kuroo interjects.
“-After downing half a bottle of Malibu with Oikawa. And you were 17. You were lucky you didn’t get charged with public indecency.”
Kuroo pouts but offers no petition.
“Guilty as charged, I suppose. Hey, speaking of police officers-”
Akaashi clears his throat and interrupts, “Speaking of drinking, how was Singapore?”
Kuroo takes the hint and stretches back in his chair, raising his third bloody mary to his lips.
“Didn’t get much time there, only about four days before I got the call about the cancellation. Flew straight here after the news.”
Straight to Kenma, Akaashi supplies mentally, grinning fondly at his friends’ relationship.
“Anyway, it was pretty mild, all things considered. Bokuto seemed to like the clubbing scene more than I did. Matter of fact, he’s staying there ‘til the next concert.”
“Bokuto?” Akaashi says, cutting into his eggs and watching the yolk spill onto his fork.
Kuroo, now onto his nearly 2,500 yen crepe, takes a break from his meal to look up at him with a puzzled stare.
“My tourmate? Bokuto Koutarou? X. Ace?”
Akaashi meets his eyes blankly.
“I guess it makes sense his stage name doesn’t ring a bell, but I’m surprised you don’t know about the guy’s v-ball career.”
The blue-eyed 24 year old drops his gaze to the napkin in his lap.
“Sorry, sorry. Touchy topic.”
Pain-in-the-ass-Kuroo-san.
“Anyway, you should really check out some of his matches with the Panthers.”
“He was signed with the Panthers?” Akaashi sputters, clapping his mouth shut immediately after.
Kuroo cackles.
“Don’t give yourself a heart attack, Akaashi. It’s okay to be impressed- it’s impressive. He’s crazy. You’ll be meeting him soon.”
Akaashi only hums in response.
"You're coming to the show, right?"
Akaashi hums again.
"Big talker today, huh, Keiji?"
"Bah."
“Right. So.. you baited yourself a hook yet?”
“Beg your pardon?”
“You know. After Daichi,” Kuroo tries again.
No, he really hasn’t.
Akaashi downs the rest of his drink. He peers into his empty glass in response.
“Haven’t thought about it really. He said it himself- I don’t have the time.”
“Oh, Keiji. Nevermind him.”
“Don’t sigh like that. Did you fly all the way from China to pity me?”
The rapper shakes his head, “No, I didn’t. I just want you to-”
“Be as happy as you are with Kenma,” Keiji finishes.
Kuroo gives a gentle smile, “Can you blame me?”
“God. You two are worse than the shoujo manga I have to review.”
“But twice as fun.”
“Shut up and eat your crepe.”
Kuroo happily complies, “Don’t have to tell me twice.”
“I’m glad you’re home, Kuroo-san,” Akaashi remarks. And he is. Even with his busy lifestyle as a chart-topping artist, Kuroo somehow manages to draw Kenma and Akaashi out of the house.
Kuroo and Kenma are both relatively new to their fame- about three years out from Kuroo’s first breakthrough hit and four since Kenma first started his Bouncing Ball Youtube channel- but their fans are… dedicated. Akaashi often marvels at how even Kenma takes it in stride. He's entertaining to watch and a seasoned video game expert. And Kuroo... Akaashi looks to the man and the ketchup stain on his lip.
"What?"
Well, they both deserve their good fortune.
"Nothing, nothing."
He has interviewed them each multiple times for the journal. The good thing about his friends’ famous status is that Akaashi gets to profit from it as well. He tells Kuroo as much and the latter almost chokes on his stupidly expensive breakfast laughing. Even Akaashi cracks a small grin.
“I told that was him!” The writer hears two girlish voices behind him, talking in excited whispers.
“E-Excuse me, K-Kuroo-san?”
The rapper breaks out in a large grin and stands, bowing formally at the pair.
“Yes? Hello, ladies. Are you two fans of mine?”
“Yes!! Very much so! I loved your new song!” The girl, about 17 with dark lashes and fire red hair, praises politely.
“Would, would you mind taking a picture with us!?” The other chirps.
“Not at all! Akaashi, my pal, would you be a dear and snap some shots?” It takes everything for Akaashi not to roll his eyes.
“But of course.”
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This is how Akaashi comes to search up the 2018 Panthers roster on his phone’s Google. He gives up his sleuthing when he realizes he doesn’t remember the guy’s name or know what he looks like.
He forgets about the whole thing until later that night, at Kenma’s celebration party for 5 million followers. It’s small, of course, about ten of them drinking champagne and playing drinking games. Akaashi knows Hinata did all the planning anyway, despite the event being at Kenma’s. The trio is standing off to the side when Akaashi pulls out his phone briefly to check the time.
Kuroo should be here any minute, he thinks. Hinata peers too, instinctually curious.
“Hey! Whatcha looking up the Panthers for? That’s not the latest roster, you know! Ooh, you’re looking up X-Ace, right?! Seeeeee, I knew you’d like him!”
Akaashi looks down at the picture Hinata points to. The guy’s sturdy and smug with one thick eyebrow raised. His chest is broad and his eyes are perfectly golden. The first thing Akaashi notices, however, is his hair. Absolutely ridiculous, he thinks. Makes sense that this guy’s Hinata’s idol.
Kenma raises his eyebrows.
“What made you do that?” he asks.
“Oh, uh, just...curious.”
Kenma looks like he’s about to say more when Oikawa joins their group with a boisterous, “Pudding Head! Congratsssss!” He pinches the smaller’s cheeks, who just about hisses in response.
Akaashi, grateful for Oikawa’s interruption, takes another quick glance at… X-Ace, and pockets his phone.
Hinata grins wide when Tooru, seemingly already a bit tipsy, ruffles his hair.
“Thanks, Oikawa-san," Kenma begrudgingly replies.
“You know, Kuroo is-”
Akaashi, ever vigilant, cuts in immediately, “-is so happy for you, Ken.”
Oikawa seems to get the hint, his eyes widening in realization.
“He sure is! Want some more alcohol?” The chestnut-haired friend of Kuroo’s quickly shoves his bottle of strawberry rum in Kenma’s face.
“You know I hate your sticky Malibu. Why are you guys acting all weird?”
Hinata, completely oblivious to the unspoken diaogue between Akaashi and Oikawa, tugs Kenma’s shirt.
“Kenma, Kenma! We should stream!!”
“Hey, that’s not too bad an idea, Shoyo,” Akaashi adds, if just to distract him.
“Sure, we could play some Mario-Kart. My fans seem to like you guys. Just don’t do anything stupid, Tooru.”
“Who, me?! And when do I-” Oikawa starts dramatically. The rest of the men send him a collective stare which answers his question before he can even finish it. He crosses his arms with a huff.
“Whatever. I call Princess Peach.”
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After Kenma finishes setting up the Livestream and the small group has gained over a couple thousand viewers, Akaashi is in dead last as Blooper. Well, almost dead last, expect for...
“How am I losing? No fair, Kozume!” Oikawa whines.
“Me? What did I do?” Kenma-san replies, uninterested. Unsurprisingly, the Youtuber is in first place with his signature Toad.
“I don’t know, your fancy settings or something. Iwa-chan! Back me up, here!”
“It’s ‘cause you suck, Trashy-kawa,” Iwaizumi-san, whom the quartet bribed into playing with agedashi dofu, doesn’t hesitate to retaliate. His player, Bowser, is in second, with Hinata close behind as Yoshi.
“Take that, Hajime-san! Oh, shoot, sorry, Akaashi-san!” Hinata shouts, rising from his seat as he hurls a red shell, accidentally hitting Keiji.
“Hinata, language!” Kuroo’s smooth voice floods the apartment in mock disapproval. Kenma whips his head so fast he drops his controller. The blonde doesn’t say anything but slowly rises to his feet, then breaks into a short run at the sight of his boyfriend. The former picks up Kenma effortlessly and twirls him in a tight embrace. Akaashi looks on fondly.
“Kuroo-san!” Hinata exclaims, jumping up excitedly.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever, Tetsuro’s home. I’m about to kick all of your asses!” Oikawa waves away his entrance, sticking out his tongue. Iwaizumi slaps him on the back of the head.
The stream chat has exploded at the sound of Kuroo.
bb-corp: is that Kuroo???
applephi: NO WAY djwhdnbwibdfwq
yoyotetsuro: couple goals
kurokenxx: will anyone ever love me like Kuroo loves Kenma?
keeeeenmaaa_: I think this is the first time BouncingBall’s lost at Mariokart
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A little tired and a lot tipsy, Akaashi insists on taking a cab home. It doesn't feel right to invade Kenma's when the Kuroo's home. Keiji could tell the pair... needed their space for the night. He splits the ride with Hinata, who talks his ear off the whole way about Kuroo's arrival and how badly he wishes he had the money to go to a concert. Akaashi smirks at that, just a little. Shoyo exits the vehicle with an enthusiastic, "Bye, 'Kaashi-san!! I'll see you soon! Maybe I'll come to the store, or, or, you can come to see me and Tobio-chan! He didn't come out tonight because he has a game tomorrow, but-" The rest of his goodbye is drowned out by him closing the door.
"I apologize for the noise," Keiji addresses the driver. She makes a noise of recognition and drops him off 15 minutes later. He thinks about his conversation with Kuroo about "baiting his hook" as he enters his living room, dropping his keys unceremoniously on the floor next to his door. What does that even mean? Akaashi doesn't exactly meet a lot of people with his work and his friends are all, well, with each other. He's happy for them and all, but sometimes being around so many couples gets a bit nauseating. Akaashi is struck with a small wave of loneliness when he waters his small bamboo plant, made worse by the two shots of Malibu Oikawa shoved down his throat. This is all I have to come home to, a fucking bamboo plant. Akaashi stares at its braided stalks with a vengeance. Not a second later, he pets the leaves in apology. I shouldn't take this out on the plant.
He's always been relatively independent, but having someone felt kind of... nice, for a change. It's been almost a year since Daichi left, and probably 6 months since he and Suga got together. It's one of those things that Akaashi didn't process for awhile, forcing him to fend for himself when the realization came to knock him on his ass months down the line. He's been confronting turned over picture frames and empty sheets ever since.
And so it goes.
He pads over to his bed with a sigh and for the second time today, falls asleep and dreams of nothing.
“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.
Akaashi is a struggling writer working two jobs. His high school best friend, Kenma, is a successful Youtuber/streamer who just so happens to be dating famous rapper Kuroo Tetsuro. After being convinced to go to a show for their friend Hinata’s birthday, Akaashi meets his tourmate, rising star Bokuto Koutaro.
Thank you for reading!! ❤（っ＾▿＾）
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Road To Nowhere
Akaashi is only half listening as Kenma's monotone voice floods his ear. His phone is pressed up between his cheek and his shoulder as his hands work to stock cartons of milk at Sakanoshita. This is the most talkative Akaashi has heard his high school friend in quite some time. Eventually, it registers that Kenma is asking him something. Offhandedly, Akaashi makes a small sound of agreeance. He thinks they’re talking about Kuroo’s upcoming show.
“Akaashi.”
“Yes?” Akaashi hums in response.
“You’re not listening.”
He sputters into the phone in protest- despite knowing damn well he hadn’t a clue what Kenma just asked him.
“I just asked if you like Kuroo’s new single.”
“And?”
“And you said yes.”
“So? I could have liked it.”
“Akaashi. The only things you hate more than rap are unnecessary sequels and the Harry Potter books.”
“Oh,” Akaashi breathes out, taking a short break from his task and running his fingers through his hair. There is a pause as Kenma expectedly waits for an explanation.
“You know I’m at work.”
“We talk all the time when you’re at the store. You’ve been spacing out lately. it’s not like you.”
“It’s not like you to say something.”
“Yeah. Just worried about you.”
“I’m sorry Ken. I have a major deadline coming up,” Akaashi says offhandedly.
“I get it.” He knows Kenma does. His 23-year-old best friend has amassed quite a demanding following from his youtube and Livestream career. He promises content just about every other day.
“Just... uh. Try to get some sleep.” Akaashi wrinkles his nose.
“It’s weird to hear you give advice. Especially about sleep. Stop it.”
“You’re right. Anyway, if you need a break, I was planning on surprising Shou with tickets to the Tokyo show. I know it’s not your thing... It’s not exactly mine either. But it’s Kuroo’s first tour with another rapper- Hinata’s idol or something. I figured that would be a good gift for his birthday. You should be there. You know how Shouyo gets- he’ll want you there.”
He’s right. While he hasn’t known Hinata-san as long as Kenma has, the 20-year-old kid has taken quite a liking to him. Akaashi signs for the fourth time this call. Dammit Kenma, he thinks. The guy knows full and well no one can say no to Hinata.
“No.”
“’Kay. It's next Friday.”
“Sorry, Kozume,” Akaashi sighs.
“We have front row seats. Do you know how much someone would pay for these tickets?”
The older boy grits his teeth. If Kenma knows anything about his friend- it’s that he’s stingy with money.
“You already bought them?”
“Of course I did. Well, it’s Kuroo, so not really, but-”
“Find someone else, Ken. I have a lot of work to do. I’m sure Tsukishima wouldn’t mind going, he likes rap.”
“...We’re talking about Shou’s birthday, Akaashi. Not his worst nightmare.”
Akaashi grunts in response. Kenma tries a new angle.
“You know, I think you might like this other artist. I guess he used to be gunning for Japan’s Olympic team. Started getting good about two years after you quit so I don’t think you’d know him. Then he injured his knee and couldn’t play anymore, turned to music.”
“You know I don’t care for volleyball anymore,” Akaashi says flatly. Like he’s done a hundred times. He picks up another carton.
“Yeah. Think about it. For Shou. Gotta stream. See you Kaashi."
“Bye, Ken.”
Akaashi rubs his temples, already knowing the outcome of this situation. He knows Kenma’s only pressing him so much because he hates crowds. And Hinata would be too starstruck to help if something happened…
It takes more time than he’d like to admit before he notices the pool of milk forming in his lap.
“Dammit, dammit.” He mutters under his breath.
“You alright there, Keiji? You’ve been kinda zoning it all day,” his supervisor, Sugawara, offers him a wide grin and some napkins.
“Oh, yes, I’m fine, Sugawara-san. My apologies.” Akaashi begins patting himself dry.
“No problem, looks like that carton had a hole in the bottom. That’s why we have aprons!” Sugawara says cheerily. “And how many times do I have to tell you, call me Suga.”
But that’s what Daichi calls you, Akaashi thinks to himself dejectedly.
“Right. Sorry, Suga.” It even tastes weird in his mouth.
“Have a break, ‘kay, Akaashi?” Sugawara helps him to his feet. Akaashi offers a small bow.
It’d be much easier to hate his ex-boyfriend’s partner/new manager if he wasn’t so damn nice.
“Yes. Thank you very much.”
Akaashi sleeps through his lunch and a little into his shift. He wipes his eyes and adjusts his glasses, then peers at his watch.
“Shit.” He rushes back into the store from his “bed” in the storage room (two fifty pound rice bags), tying his blue apron as he goes.
“‘Morning, sleeping beauty. Welcome to the real world. I need a bagger on 3,” his younger co-worker, Tsukishima, chirps. Akaashi nods and hurries over.
“Hello, ma’am. Did you find everything you were looking for today?”
It’s around five when Akaashi ends his shift. Sugawara, the bastard, let him out thirty minutes early. He relishes in his commute- the one hour in his day he gets to sit and think about nothing. He puts his headphones on and thumbs his mp3 player. When Akaashi’s finger involuntarily stops him at a particular track, he’s launched into a memory of two winters ago.
“MP3 player, wow. You don’t, uh, you don’t see those much anymore.”
Akaashi looked up from the floor of the subway and pulled his earbuds out, shocked to be met with the eyes of a tan, well built police officer settling into the seat across from him.
“Oh sorry, officer, um, what was that?”
The man, probably just a year older than him, Akaashi guessed, looked down at his uniform as if he was surprised to be in it. Then, he chuckled, albeit quite loudly. Akaashi, wildly confused, gave the brunette man a half-smile, nudging his glasses up further on his nose.
“Oh, whew. Sorry, sorry, I just got my badge today- never been called ‘officer’ before. Sounds so official.” Akaashi gave him a small, breathy laugh.
“Anyway, I just said you don’t see those a lot nowadays- the MP3 player, I mean,” The policeman gestured to Akaashi’s lap.
“Oh, right. Just had it since I was a teenager. Cheaper than streaming services, kinda.”
“I don’t know about that. Guess it depends on what you have on it.”
Akaashi smiled, "Yeah, yeah. I guess it does.”
“Oh, what, you’re just going to leave me in suspense?”
“Take a look for yourself,” Akaashi smirked, throwing the man his device, “Just don’t steal it.” That comment prompted a proper guffaw from the officer.
“No promises… Let’s see here… Well, well, well, Glasses likes some oldies, Al Green, Etta James. Impressive. You were last listening to ‘You Send Me’- Sam Cooke.”
“It’s a classic,” Akaashi pointed out.
“That it is,” The man tossed the MP3 back to him. There was a brief silence before,
“Darling youuu send me. Honest you do, honest you do, honest you do, whoooooaaaa. You thrill me,” The stocky passenger sang roughly, staring at the ceiling. Akaashi blushed fiercely, embarrassed at his company’s sudden outburst. The man opened his mouth to sing more but was interrupted by Akaashi nudging him with his foot. The officer feigned shock.
“Stop that.”
“Am I a bad singer? I’m offended, Glasses, really.”
“You just can’t do it in public.”
“I’m a police officer, remember? I can do whatever I want.”
“Oh, is that how that works?”
“It is, actually. Pretty handy.” The man continued to the next verse, now choosing to whistle. He then stopped for a moment and looked Akaashi in the eyes.
This is a spinoff of As the Crow Sails, my multichapter pirate AU. There may be spoilers in it? I think reading this first might confuse you if you read ATCS next, but I certainly won't discourage you from reading both! :D Below is a brief synopsis to set the scene:
Captain Sawamura Daichi was sailing his ship, the Karasuno, to the island of Miyagi when his ship was attacked by the pirate Kuroo Tetsurou, the captain of the Nekoma. Karasuno is defeated and marooned on an island with only a little drinking water and no weapons. Kuroo had sent Governor Oikawa a letter telling him Daichi's location if he'd like to rescue the man he had hired, but so far the crew of the Karasuno have had no hope of rescue.
Words: 2834, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 2 of Pirates of the Caribbean AU
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Additional Tags: Spinoff of As the Crow Sails, Alternate Universe - Pirate, Sexual Tension, Sexual Content, Threesome - M/M/M, Threesome, tease, Spoilers
Petite boite à requêtes 8. Sur une idée de Bokuto, Kuroo et Sawamura décident d'aller au bar à hotes appelé l'Oiseau Blanc afin de se changer les idées après le travail. Ils vont là bas faire la connaissance de deux hotes qui ne vont pas seulement les distraire. KuroHina, DaiAkaashi, BokuTsuki.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Of encounters, experiences and ends
Rating: General Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationship: Akaashi Keiji/Sawamura Daichi
Additional Tags: Underwater AU // Merman Daichi // Ichthyocentaur Akaashi // Not Shippy // but still kind of shippy // Kisses
Word count: 1421
Summary:
Daichi gets lost during a hunt and what he finds is not quite what he ever expected to discover.
The very first part of my “Daichi project”, though the official name is now “Of encounters, experiences and ends”!
I’m not exactly fond of the way it turned out, but it’s still better than my 1st attempt!
Started on Sept. 29th, finished on Oct. 2nd!
