#fukuaka

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Akaashi: God nerfed me by making me allergic to garlic and sunlight.

Fukunaga: So, a vampire?

Akaashi: I can confirm that I am not a vampire as I have blood.

Fukunaga: Is it your blood?

Akaashi: It is blood, yes.

Fukunaga: Is it blood that has always belonged to you, from the moment of your spawning?

Akaashi: It is blood, it is in my possession, therefore it is my blood.

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AkaFuku - Height

Rare pairs yay *gross sobbing*

That Akashi is self-conscious about his height, though rather natural, surprises Fukuda. He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised; not when he’s surrounded by men at least a head above him, but Akashi always seemed so self-confident.

“Self-aware small dog syndrome?” he muttered under his breath.

Akashi’s eyes fixed on him. “What did you just say, Hiroshi?”

Fukuda froze and shrugged. “Nothing, Akashi.”

Akashi doesn’t believe him, but doesn’t say anything else, instead opting to narrow his eyes until Fukuda is squirming uncomfortably, and putting a hand on his shoulder. “Lean down,” he said.

Fukuda rolls his eyes and drops a kiss on the top of his head. He didn’t really expect Fukuda to obey, after all, and there was always a possibility to make it up to him that evening.

Akashi’s eyes are still narrowed when Fukuda takes his hand and pulls him along the street.