Not her to his mother- Akaashi
You've been dating Akaashi for almost 3 years now and his mom never let go of his ex. At first she was sweet when y'all started dating, then when she realized you weren't going anywhere is when the comments started.
"How his ex just loved family nights."
"Oh guess who I talked to today, e/n."
"Oh sweety, that's not how he likes it, e/n would've never made this mistake."
"She knew how to handle his moods, she would've noticed to leave him alone."
"I don't know why they ever broke up."
The snarky comments were only made when Akaashi wasn't around. It was every time he'd leave the room rather it be him going to the restroom, grabbing a drink, saying hi to other people, she'll always lean in close and remind you, she sees you as a place warmer.
His sister though, she always has your back, Ayame would always notice it immediately. She always seemed like she wasn't really listening, appearing just when needed, but she'd always give you a look or apologize when it was just the two of you. She'd always have an excuse ready:
"Mom, didn't you say you needed help with something in the kitchen?"
or
"Hey, Y/n I rearranged my room again, you wanna come see it?"
You thought at first she'd stop once she realized you weren't going anywhere, but it just got worse.
Then it came, a quiet evening just the two of you on his couch, your legs tangled together, his head resting on your shoulder — he sits up, takes your hand, and says your full name.
That’s when you know something is different.
His voice is nervous.
Soft.
Earnest.
“I love you,” he starts, “in a way I didn’t know was possible for me.”
You blink, heart pounding.
Then he pulls out a small velvet box — shaking slightly — and says the gentlest, deepest words:
“Marry me? If you want. If you’ll have me.”
You barely let him finish before you’re nodding, tears spilling, and throwing your arms around him.
He laughs into your neck, breath warm, relief overwhelming.
You say yes at least six more times while he holds you on the couch.
He kisses your ring, your fingers, your forehead — like he’s memorizing the moment.
He doesn’t tell anyone yet.
He wants to announce it at his birthday party — with you by his side, your ring shining under the lights.
He’s excited.
Hopeful.
Happy.
He has no idea what’s coming.
And now, after the engagement? His moms comments got worse.
The first time happens at a small family dinner.
“You know,” she says lightly, stirring her tea, “Keiji was so smitten with her once. I always thought he’d marry her.”
Ayame’s head snaps around so fast you hear her neck crack.
Her mother waves her hand like she didn’t just carve your heart open.
“Oh, I’m just reminiscing. Don’t be dramatic.”
Akaashi, in the kitchen getting drinks, doesn’t hear.
Ayame shoots you an apologetic look.
She knows exactly what that comment meant.
Exactly where it hit.
Every time the engagement comes up, his mother brings up the ex.
“When his ex planned family parties, she always did such a nice job.”
“She really understood him.”
“You two look… different together.”
Ayame interrupts when she can.
Akaashi’s sister becomes your quiet little guard dog.
But you tell no one.
Not yet.
Because you don’t want to ruin his birthday.
You don’t want to ruin his joy.
And truly — he’s glowing.
The ring on your finger makes him glow.
But you carry the comments like stones in your pockets.
"Y/n, come with me, we should talk." You looked up from your ring looking at Ayame then at Keiji.
"Go, love, it's probably just wedding stuff." You smiled kissing him quickly before he goes back to talking to his grandmother, on the way out you hear her squeal over you two. You just wished his mother was the same way.
"So what's up? Why couldn't we talk in front of Keiji?"
"It's not just Keiji, I don't want to upset my grandmother. I'm sorry for everything you've heard from my mom. You should know about their relationship." Ayame sat you down as you looked at her confused, but curious cause no one would tell you the story and you were scared to ask Akaashi.
"She was awful to him." Your breath catches as she continues. "He wouldn't say anything bad about him, that's just Keiji, but when he was with her. I didn't recognize my own brother. She played so many mind games with him. She'd twist everything he was saying to make him the bad guy. Make him paranoid on what to say or do next. And mom..." Ayame hesitated.
"You can tell me, Aya." She looked at you and sighed.
"Mom loved her, still does from what you can obviously see. She's hoping he'd take her back, because she thinks that she changed, gotten better. She just ignored everything we tell her. I see how uncomfortable she makes you, and I don't want you to feel like I'm ignoring what she says. I'm not. But, we've tried shutting her down and gotten nowhere with it. I'm sorry you're going through this alone."
Your eyes began to sting. "I'm not entirely alone. I have you. Thank you for telling me, and for having my back."
“Don’t thank me,” she says. “Just… please don’t think this is about you not being enough. That girl wasn’t some perfect angel. She hurt him. Badly.” Then she adds, “And he’s happier with you than I’ve ever seen him.”
But you still keep everything from Akaashi — because you don’t want to ruin his relationship with his mom.
You never thought his mother would take it to the next level, the comments stopped but now his ex was everywhere, family dinners, a cousins graduation party, small family gatherings.
Always with a different excuse:
“Oh, she was in the area!”
“She’s practically family!”
“She wanted to say hi!”
Ayame was always by your side, pulling you and Keiji into conversations, blocking the ex from getting too close, rolling her eyes every time her mother claims it's 'just being friendly.'
Akaashi never noticed it, the shift in the air when he'd come back from a call, or outside the room. Because when he is around, she has a fake smile on, sweetness dripping from her tongue at every word.
Then came his birthday. You were so excited to tell everyone your big news cause the only ones who knew was his grandmother and Ayame. He had asked his grandmother blessing for her ring, and she was so happy to give it to him.
The party is at his parents’ house — decorated beautifully, music playing, people laughing.
He squeezes your hand every few minutes, excited to make the announcement.
But walking in, your smile falters.
Getting a drink in the kitchen like she belongs.
Ayame mutters under her breath, “I knew it. God, I knew she’d invite her.”
Akaashi’s smile fades seeing the tension on your face.
“What’s wrong?” he asks quietly.
“Nothing,” you lie. “Just… nerves.”
He kisses your cheek and heads off to greet guests.
Ayame stands close to you, glaring daggers at her mother.
Your heart pounds painfully. A couple of hours go by before Akaashi makes his way back to you, you were talking to his sister when he appeared kissing your head.
"Hey, pretty girl, my dad needs help getting gifts out the car, I'll be right back."
"Okay, love, I'll be here." His mom conveniently stood next to you two and talked with no other than his ex.
“You know,” she says lightly, stirring her tea, “Keiji was so smitten with you once. I always thought he’d marry you.”
"Oh, m/n." His ex laughed it off but you can tell she thinks about it too.
Ayame’s head snaps around so fast you hear her neck crack.
Her mother waves her hand like she didn’t just carve your heart open.
“Oh, I’m just reminiscing. Don’t be dramatic.”
“Mom,” she says flatly, “stop.”
Her mother blinks. “I’m just talking—”
“You’ve been talking about her nonstop for months.”
But before her mother can reply, Akaashi walked in with his dad and the cake. You quickly snapped out of it grabbing your phone, everyone began to sing happy birthday to him. He looked at you with that goofy smile you love, then it wiped off so quickly at his mother's request:
"Oh, e/n! Go help Keiji cut the cake!" Ayame chokes on her drink, you lower your phone looking at his mother in disbelief. The ex steps forward, Akaashi's looking in your direction, mortified, not sure what to do. She reaches for his hand, but he immediately jerks it back.
His mother laughs, pretending to be oblivious. "He's just shy!"
You shake your head at her and frown, placing your phone back in your bag. Akaashi notices and steps down immediately, grabbing your hand and leading you to the next room over.
"Y/n. I didn't know she'd do that. I swear."
"No-listen to me," he cups your face, forcing you to look at him. "You look hurt, talk to me."
"I'm used to this, Keiji." That's when he drops his hands and backs up.
The comments.
His mom’s comparisons.
The way she’d whisper things when he wasn’t around.
The invitations she extended behind his back.
You don’t raise your voice.
You don’t cry.
And Akaashi listens — every word seeming to hit him like a punch.
"Then she tells her... she always thought you'd marry her and not me Keiji."
When you finish, he’s shaking with anger he never expresses.
"She said what?" You stand taller as he gets angry, your eyes wide as he leaves the room.
"No, Keiji, this isn't the time or place." But he doesn't listen to you, walking like a man with a mission straight to his mother. "Keiji, please, baby, let's just go home and you can talk about this tomorrow." You sigh stopping in your tracks next to his sister as he continues to walk toward his mom.
Ayame rubs your arm asking what's going on, you break down telling her everything. She grabs your hand after and leads you to Keiji as he began to talk.
"Why is she here?” he asks flatly.
His mother blinks. “It’s her too—”
“Why did you tell (Y/N) you thought I’d marry someone who hurt me?”
A murmur ripples through the room.
His mother stiffens. “Keiji, I didn’t mean—”
“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”
His calm is razor-sharp. “Or did you hope I wouldn’t care?”
She tries to defend herself.
Justify.
Play innocent.
“You will not invite her again. You will not compare them again. You will not disrespect the woman I’m marrying.”
He says it clearly.
Firm.
Unshakable.
His mother opens her mouth to argue.
“If you do, I don't want you in my life.”
Ayame stands behind her brother like she’s finally proud.
"This is your fault." You felt the crowd look at you as she points. "You couldn't just keep your damn mouth shut. This is why-"
"MOM! That's it, what is wrong with you? Can't you see I'm finally happy? I'm finally back to be me, 100%. And that's thanks to Y/n, not e/n. You will apologize or I'm never speaking to you again." He turned back to look at you only to find you gone. "Shit."
When Akaashi finds you in the hallway, still shaking.
He cups your cheeks, forehead pressed to yours.
“You should’ve told me,” he whispers.
“I would’ve believed you. I would’ve protected you.”
Your voice breaks.
“I didn’t want to hurt your relationship with her.”
“You’re my relationship,” he says quietly.
“You’re the person I chose. The person I love. The person I’m marrying.”
You swallow hard, tears filling your eyes.
“I didn’t want to make you choose between me and your mom.”
“I chose you the moment I bought that ring.”
Then he pulls you into his arms — warm, grounding, safe.
And he stays there as long as you need.
