in which you, an uremia patient who has been desperately trying to find an organ donor for years and suddenly an annoying guy wont leave you alone because of a video you posted. (heavily inspired by viva la vida 2024)
hiii i love your writing so much omg ..... could i please request a konoha akinori x reader :3? good luck with your exams !!!! hopefully those rude anons leave you alone ...
stay over
— sometimes your best friend, akinori, is a human barnacle who refuses to let go, and sometimes you don’t really want him to anyway.
konoha akinori x f!reader
c: a ton of fluff!!
thank yew bby >3< i js delete most of the rude ones these days, their insults are boring
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
it starts with the kind of stubborn grip usually reserved for toddlers in toy aisles and grandmas clutching coupons on sale day—except it’s not a toddler or a grandma, it’s konoha akinori, who currently has both arms looped around yours like you’re a particularly warm and squishy pillow he just found in a store and immediately decided he’s never returning.
“nooo,” he groans into your sleeve, dragging out the word like he’s auditioning for the lead role in a tragic opera. “five more minutes. actually, five more hours. actually—you live here now.”
“akinori,” you deadpan, trying to tug your arm free, which only results in him koala-clamping tighter. “i literally have to go home.”
“home is a state of mind,” he declares, cheek mashed against your shoulder, hair sticking up in about six different directions. “and your home is here. with me. forever. congratulations, y/n, you’ve just signed a lifetime lease.”
you blink. “…with no rent?”
“free rent, free snacks, free me—what more could you want?”
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
konoha doesn’t just cling. no, “cling” is for amateurs, for casuals. konoha adheres. konoha latches. konoha is a certified human barnacle.
he tucks your hand into his pocket as if you’d wander off without a leash. he cups your face like you’re a priceless vase he has to check for cracks every five minutes. he drapes himself over your shoulders so heavily you swear your spine is becoming permanently bent into the shape of boy who thinks he’s your favorite hoodie.
and the audacity—the sheer, unrelenting audacity—is that he does it all with a smug grin and the confidence of someone who knows he could get away with murder if he smiled at the jury just right.
“you’re soft,” he mumbles one time, head dropping onto your chest like it’s the comfiest mattress known to mankind. “like… softer than pancakes. and pancakes are already dangerously soft. if you were a pillow i’d buy, like, twelve of you.”
“that’s weird, akinori.”
“what’s weird is that you’re not cuddling me back,” he fires, clutching you tighter. “tragic. heartbreaking. call the cops.”
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
eventually, you manage to wriggle your phone out of his grip (don’t ask how—it involved distraction tactics, possibly bribery, and konoha trying to eat your phone.) and dial your mom, prepared to explain that your clingy best friend is once again preventing you from leaving his house.
“hey, mom,” you say as konoha tries to climb under your arm like some overgrown ferret. “yeah, i’m still at akinori’s place, but i was just about to—”
before you can finish, konoha lunges, grabs the phone, and—with the confidence of a man who has never once lost an argument he didn’t deserve to win—announces, “hi, mrs. l/n! it’s me, konoha, your future son-in-law. i mean, uh—her beloved husband. i mean—”
you slap a hand over his mouth, scandalized, but your mom’s laughter is already echoing from the speaker.
“oh, konoha,” she chuckles, as if he didn’t just ruin your entire social credibility. “is y/n giving you trouble?”
“mhm!” konoha nods aggressively, speaking through your hand like a muffled hostage. “she says she has to leave but that’s clearly a lie because she lives here now. right, mrs. l/n?”
“honey, you can stay if his mom says it’s okay,” your mom says sweetly, the tone that mothers use when they’re definitely scheming.
and just like that, your doom is sealed. because konoha, traitor extraordinaire, is already speed-dialing his mom on speaker.
“hi, mom! emergency question: can y/n sleep over tonight? her mom already said yes. okaythanksloveyoubye!”
you don’t even get to protest before the moms—the two traitors—are happily conspiring in the background, probably planning your wedding while they’re at it.
when konoha hangs up, he turns to you with the smuggest grin known to humankind.
“guess who’s staying over?”
you groan. “i hate you.”
he presses a kiss to your cheek, shameless. “love you too.”
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
sleeping over at konoha’s house is exactly what you expected: the emotional equivalent of being trapped in a tornado made of clinginess, sugar, and misplaced confidence.
he insists you wear one of his hoodies—oversized, warm, and so saturated with his scent you’re convinced it could be bottled and sold as “boy who’s way too into his best friend.”
his mom “casually” drops off snacks in twos: two mugs of hot chocolate with marshmallows, two plates of cookies, two suspiciously heart-shaped grilled cheeses.
konoha keeps narrating everything like it’s a documentary. “here we see the y/n in her natural habitat, eating cookies, pretending she doesn’t want to kiss me. truly, a majestic sight.”
when you roll your eyes and throw a pillow at him, it escalates into an all-out war. feathers everywhere. the dog barking. konoha dramatically collapsing onto the carpet like you just murdered him in cold blood.
“tell my story,” he wheezes, sprawled out like a fallen hero. “tell the world i died tragically… at the hands of the girl i loved.”
you hurl another pillow at his head. “stop being so dramatic!”
he pops up immediately, grin sharp and bright. “but you’re smiling, so it worked.”
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
around midnight, he drags you to the kitchen for a “very important mission”: raiding the fridge. you catch him eating shredded cheese straight from the bag like a feral raccoon.
“you’re disgusting,” you say flatly.
“disgustingly handsome,” he retorts, mouth full of cheese, before offering you some.
later, you’re sprawled on his floor, and he’s sitting behind you, determined to braid your hair despite having the dexterity of a raccoon with oven mitts.
“stop moving,” he scolds when you laugh. “this is delicate work. future historians will study this braid.”
“it looks like spaghetti,” you say.
“then you’re the prettiest plate of spaghetti i’ve ever seen,” he replies without missing a beat, and your face heats so fast you nearly combust.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
it happens when you’re finally lying down, the room dark except for the faint glow of his nightlight (shaped like a volleyball, because of course it is). konoha is pressed against your side, his arm thrown over your waist like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go.
he’s quiet for a while—so quiet you think he’s asleep. and then, in that half-dreamy voice people get when their brain forgets to filter their mouth, he mumbles:
“you don’t even know how long i’ve liked you. it’s embarrassing. like… pathetically long. like, i think about you when i brush my teeth long. like, i’d fight god for you long.”
your heart goes feral in your chest. “…akinori?”
“hm?” he hums, nose buried in your hair.
“you’re insane.”
he chuckles, sleepy and soft. “only for you.”
and then he actually falls asleep, leaving you wide awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering how the hell you’re supposed to survive this boy who clings like gravity and confesses like breathing.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
the morning starts with the smell of something burning. which is never a good sign.
you stumble into the kitchen, still half-asleep, only to find konoha standing at the stove with the kind of intense focus usually reserved for surgeons performing heart transplants. except instead of saving a life, he’s massacring a frying pan of eggs.
“what… is that?” you ask, rubbing your eyes.
“breakfast,” he says proudly, which is generous, because the eggs are half raw, half charcoal.
“no, that’s a crime scene.”
he turns, spatula in hand, looking genuinely wounded. “wow. hurtful. i woke up early to make you food and you compare me to a criminal. i’ll remember this when i’m rich and famous and you’re begging me for autographs.”
you cross your arms. “you’d still give me one.”
he grins, sheepish. “yeah. and i’d draw a heart next to it.”
despite the catastrophic eggs, you end up eating cereal together, konoha perched beside you at the counter, chin propped in his hand as he stares at you like you’re the cure for every disease he’s ever had.
“stop looking at me like that,” you mumble.
“like what?”
“like… that.”
“sorry,” he says, not sorry at all. “it’s just… you’re kind of the best part of my whole morning.”
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
somehow, his mom ropes the two of you into running errands with her. which wouldn’t be so bad if konoha didn’t decide this was the perfect opportunity to test the boundaries of your patience (and his shamelessness).
in the grocery store, he grabs your hand and loudly says, “we’re a package deal!” to the cashier, who winks at you knowingly.
he insists you pick out snacks “for our future pantry,” then adds, “i mean, you’re obviously gonna live with me someday, so might as well start now.”
in the parking lot, he carries the lightest bag possible and still demands praise like he just lifted a car.
“look at these guns,” he says, flexing dramatically.
“those are water pistols at best.”
he gasps, clutching his chest like you shot him. “unbelievable. you wound me.”
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
back at his house, the moms are whispering together on the porch, which is terrifying in its own right. they stop only long enough to say:
“y/n, honey, your mom and i think you should stay another night. it’s saturday, after all.”
before you can protest, konoha is already pumping his fist in the air like his team just won nationals.
“YES! two nights in a row! do you know what this means, y/n?”
you sigh. “…that i’ll never know peace again?”
“that you love it here,” he says smugly, tugging you inside before you can argue.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
the day passes in a blur of ridiculous activities that only konoha could come up with.
he challenges you to mario kart, loses miserably, and then accuses you of “cheating with your pretty face.”
he tries to teach you how to juggle with oranges, fails spectacularly, and one orange ends up hitting him square in the forehead. you laugh so hard you cry.
he sneaks up behind you when you’re scrolling your phone, rests his chin on your shoulder, and murmurs, “you smell like my hoodie. that’s dangerous for my heart.”
and the thing is—you’re not even annoyed. you’re… warm. ridiculously warm. the kind of warm that makes you wonder if maybe you don’t want to go home tomorrow, either.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
later that night. you’re both sprawled on his bed, whispering nonsense in the dark like kids at a sleepover, except there’s a heavy charge in the air that wasn’t there before.
konoha’s close. too close. his hand is resting on your waist, thumb brushing absent circles into your shirt, and his forehead is pressed against yours like he’s testing the distance between you.
“you know,” he whispers, voice low, “if i don’t kiss you right now, i might actually explode.”
your breath catches. “akinori—”
he cuts you off, not with words, but with the softest, hungriest kind of kiss—the kind that feels like he’s been waiting his whole life for this exact moment. his hand slides to your cheek, holding you like you might slip away, his body pressing flush against yours as if proximity alone could say everything he’s never said out loud.
it’s messy. it’s desperate. it’s so very him.
when he finally pulls back, breathless and grinning, he murmurs, “see? i told you. you live here now.”
and you didn’t mind, at all.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
a: me and the other 5 konoha lovers cheered ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
He sighed after the door was locked, tired of his teammates' antics. He side-eyed you, mumbling something like, “Sorry about them,” but the tips of his ears were red, and he kept fidgeting with his fingers. He was already plotting the funeral of his stupid friend and maybe the wedding and the size of your ring; if he got a date with you the next day, maybe his teammate would live.
He tried to hide in the corner, his face as red as a tomato, and he was almost passing out. He attempted to say something impressive to you, but it came out high-pitched, so he turned to face the wall, accepting his fate.
Yamaguchi, Asahi, Lev, GOSHIKI(?), Koganegawa
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He chuckled when he saw your flushed face, as if he wasn’t the one burning. He asked if you were okay and comfortable, being a gentleman. He kept checking his watch, reassuring you, and trying to find a topic to discuss, trying to distract you from his flushed face and slightly nervous tone in his voice.
He attempted to flirt by whispering the cheesiest, most cliché pick-up line. When you didn’t laugh, cry, or seem impressed at all, his gaze fell to the floor, and he kept it there until the 7 minutes passed, regretting his choice of words, and perhaps his existence.
⟡ cw: fluff, friends to lovers, lmk if i missed anything
⟡ a/n: i've always had a small obsession with konoha ngl. i also really wanna go to the aquarium rn hence the storyline.
⟡ best friend series: akaashi, bokuto, || masterlist
best friend konoha who you met when you passed by the volleyball gym and saw konoha shivering in fear. you asked him what was wrong and apparently bokuto almost knocked hsi head off with a spike (again?)
best friend konoha who you got closer to immediately after when you went to go get him some juice and a snack to help him calm down.
best friend konoha who let you write on his volleyball practice shoes while you were sitting outside with him.
best friend konoha who laughed when you hit someone with one of those tiny megaphones after they called him jack of all trades master of none.
best friend konoha who shared his dreams while walking home with you one night after volleyball practice (you watched the team practice from time to time just out of boredom)
best friend konoha who listens to all of your silly updates about singers/bands ("did you hear about the ariana grande scandal? no? well let me tell you all about it")
best friend konoha who always ended up stealing some of your food during lunch.
best friend konoha who you went to the same college with because you didn't want to be alone on a whole new campus.
best friend konoha who you had pizza nights with every friday as a reward for surviving the week.
best friend konoha who took you to the aquarium after he found out you've never been to one.
best friend konoha who noticed how cute you actually are when you stared at all the fish in awe.
best friend konoha who noticed his heart skipped a beat when you ran to the jellyfish all excitedly because they were your favorite sea creature growing up.
best friend konoha who realized his feelings when you dragged him to the dolphin show and made sure that you guys got seats in the splash zone.
best friend konoha who didn't confess for a week until you came over to his dorm with a gift bag in hand for him.
best friend konoha who reached into the bag and saw a framed photo of you both from the day trip to the aquarium. you had gotten someone to take pictures of the both of you in front of the big jellyfish tank.
best friend konoha who nearly dropped the picture frame when he ran to hug you.
best friend konoha who kissed you out of nowhere without thinking. not that you were complaining though.
best friend konoha who properly asked you do be his girlfriend after a few moments.
best friend konoha who is now boyfriend konoha who brought you cupcakes the next day with little sea creatures on them.
Warnings: Post-Timeskip but no spoilers revealing such !A bit of profanity, Establisted relationship, Suggestive edge at the end.
A/n: Konoha is hot. I meant to post this yesterday but I went to sleep.
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You were busy hauling pumpkins from your car to your kitchen, with immense difficulty, as the humongous vegetable weight more than a kilo at best.
It was the first day of the Spooky month, October.
You were planning on carving pumpkins to put up as decorations with your boyfriend Akinori, but he wasn't here yet. He was supposed to be back from the candy store an hour ago already.
You rolled your eyes, "I really cant trust this asshole with a small list of stuff! He's gonna buy the entire store!"
As you admired the burnt orange vegetable you took out a carving knife.
"This is halloween...this is halloween!" You hummed as you began cutting the top of the pumpkin.
So deep in your thoughts to feel the looming presence behind you.
A hand came to gently grasp the back of your neck and whisper, "I've come for your soul!"
You got such a shock that you turned around with the knife still in your hand, only to groan when you saw your boyfriend laughing at your unimpressed expression.
"Aki, you asshole!" You slapped his chest while he laughed, he keeled over snorting.
"Your face! Oh my god your face!" He said between wheezes of chuckles.
You kicked him and turned back around, putting down the knife before the urge threaten him with it came up.
He stopped laughing and watched your shoulders relax when you breathed out, he out his arms around your waist. Akinori smirked against your neck before kissing your slowly racing pulse, "You look so hot when you're mad! You miss me babe?"
You rolled your eyes, scoffing, "No! Honestly you scared me half to death...if I didn't see your stupid laughing face, you'd have lost an eye!"
He grinned, "I think I'd look good with an eyepatch and badass scar!"
You huffed, turning back to your precious pumpkin and drawing eyes where you'd cut it.
Akinori worked on the opposite end of the counter, hauling bag after bag of what you guessed was double the items of the list you gave him. And some additional candies.
He looked over at your pumpkin.
"That's cool! You're gonna carve a skeleton?"
You grinned up at him, "Yeah! I found this awesome idea on pinterest and decided to try it out!" You showed him the saved picture on your phone, "See?"
Akinori nodded and packed the candy out, you saw him take out another pumpkin, smaller than yours but still a nice one.
"So whatcha gonna carve?"
"Something that'll scare the kids!"
You chuckled, "Sadist!"
"Its gonna be so scary...that it'll blow your skeleton Sam away!"
You raised a brow, his statement challenging you. You put down the carving knife to put your chin in your palms on the countertop, "Is that so? You wanna bet that your carving skills are better than mine?"
He grinned, teasing, "Of course mine are better!"
"Really? Then how about a bet! If your pumpkin carving is scarier and better than mine, you can get all the candy for a week!"
"I accept the challenge! May the master of true fright win!"
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The two of you set off to different spots in the house to carve out your pumpkins, agreeing to show then off at 5PM sharp.
Akinori had been slaving away, peeling and shaping his pumpkin.
He could taste all the candy canes already.
At 5PM, he and his horrible pumpkin were ready to terrify you.
He had used the picture to create a moderately accurate disfigured jack o' lantern face.
"Hey babe? Its 5 already! You cant still be carving!" He called out teasingly, victory smelling like it was his already.
He started to get a bit irritated with your lack of answer, "Hey! We agreed that at 5 we would show our pumpkins...you're cheating right now!"
Still no answer.
He decided to go up to your bedroom.
"Babe?" He knocked on the door.
Again no answer.
He opened the door to find you sitting at the desk, hands still carving the pumpkin with headphones on, no wonder you couldn't hear. Trying to be good-natured, he walked over to remind you that it was time.
"Hey...loser, get up!" He tried to grap your hand.
Only to grab a skeleton arm straight out of the jacket sleeve.
He shrieked, throwing the hand away and turning your body, "Is this a prank? Babe?!"
A horribly mangled jack o' lantern face grinned up at him where your head should have been, the sudden movement making the head fall at his feet.
Akinori screamed, like an actual shout.
While he was panicking as to what he was supposed to do with the creepy pumpkin sitting at his feet, a hand grabbed his shoulder and he screamed...again.
This time he was facing a pumpkin with a skeleton carved out of it.
"I've come for your soul!" The pumpkin with your body rasped.
He pushed you away and shrieked.
Then you started laughing.
"Oh your face! Your face!" You wheezed, taking the pumpkin away from your head and falling on the floor laughing. He watched your ministrations with a horrified expression.
"Y-you...," he stuttered.
"I think I just scared your soul back to the underworld! Now I can't collect it...pity!" You smirked at him before putting your arms around his neck.
"Were you scared babe?"
He half-laughed, his heart still racing.
"You are a cruel jerk!"
"Its only payback!"
He looked at your two pumpkins and sighed, he lost, before he even tried to win.
"Guess you get all the candy!" He pouted.
You kissed him before taking a packet of gummy worms from your pocket and putting them in your mouth, "Of course I get all the candy!"
He followed you in hauling your two pumpkins downstairs and pat his miserable looking one.
"Don't feel bad!"
"I don't...its just! I really thought you turned into a jack o lantern! And that you were gonna eat me!" He folded his arms.
In the kitchen you put your chin in your palms again, looking up at him seductively, "Well...you do look quite delicious when you're terrified! But I'll save you as my dessert for later!" You replied suggestively.
He quirked a brow, "Oh? I'm dessert huh?" He came over to you and put his arms around your waist.
"Uh-huh!"
He picked up another gummy worms and put it in his mouth, you caught the other end of it.
Once you both ate it finish he kissed you, licking into your mouth and tasting the sweetness of the candy on your tongue. You bit his lip and he sighed against your mouth.
"By any chance...are you willing to skip dinner and eat your dessert now?" He asked with a desperate pant in his tone.
You smirked against his lips, "I think I can move onto the main course right now!"
He sighed in relief, "Okay! Come on!" He giggled and dragged you out of the kitchen while kissing you.
~~~~~~~~~
Though both of you didn't notice how the pumpkin heads slowly turned to watch you two wrestle to go to the bedroom. The Skeleton Sam pumpkin in the middle grinned, "Delicious! Two tasty snacks! What do you think, brothers?"
His two fellow pumpkins nodded, "Tasty indeed brother!"
Tailor Konoha is something so very important to me
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“Darling,” you sing as you waltz into the shop looking for its owner. Konoha Akinori, tailor extraordinaire, appears behind the counter at astounding speed. It’s only for you, he’s said before. Usually, he hides behind the counter for a solid moment to gather his wits before greeting his customers.
“Hi,” he says. “What’s going on?”
You pout playfully at him. “I want new clothes.”
It’s really impossible, the thrill that runs through him when he hears that you’re here to place a commission. He’s already sorting through his templates, considering what would best fit you, best flatter you, best show the world what he has that no one else can touch.
“Oh really? Tell me more.”
“You know how winter is coming up?”
He hums. A dark color then. Maybe a maroon?
“I was thinking I wanted a new coat.”
Yes, yes, a new -
Slowly, he drops the folder of lingerie templates. Damn them. Damn that Akaashi and Bokuto. Sure, they’re his most loyal customers, but they really made him forget he doesn’t exclusively make lingerie. Always in here commissioning new pieces for their girls.
“A new coat,” he repeats, closing that drawer and opening another one. “Tell me more. A long coat? Or cropped? How many pockets? What color?”
Why can’t he find his templates? When did this drawer become significantly emptier than the one he just closed? Oh my god, those two are ruining him.
“I think a long one,” you tell him, oblivious to his inner turmoil. “And matching with yours.”
“Matching?” He parrots.
“Yes, love. You know the one I like. I want one kind of like it.”
“Can I sew hearts on the pockets?” He asks without thinking. Anything to get his mind off the last piece he did, meant for Akaashi’s anniversary. You would’ve looked good in it too, he’s sure, because what don’t you look good in?
Amused, you say, “Sure. Just sew them on your own too.”
He hums again. God, he’s really going to have to ask this, huh?
“Babe, can I do another one for you too?”
You tip your head curiously. “I mean, I won’t say no. What are you thinking?”
He can’t do it. He can’t look you in the eyes and say he wants to make you custom lingerie, not when you’ve come in here with such an innocent request like a winter coat. “Uh…”
“Konoha?”
“Yeah?”
“You spaced out on me.”
“Uh… yeah.”
“Everything okay? Should I come back another time?”
“No, no.”
“So…”
“I’ll see you at home. I’ll tell you later.” He leans over the counter to plant a kiss on your cheek. “Have a good day, love.”
“Sure thing. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
He’s so dead. He needs you out of this shop now before he combusts with the ideas running through his head.
Akaashi’s name goes on his hit list. That man is so dead next time Konoha sees him.
