#seijuro

[iheartseijuro]

Why is the bird literally copying Seijuro's iconic goofy pose in the official art? I can't yall😭

[dearakashi]

akashi seijuro doesn't play he gave himself a gender-affirming cut and stabbed a guy just before the game started

[ballsandbabes]

Take your time by the way 🫶

So another Akashi story, this time Akashi (senior) x oc (junior), I have more information. While Akashi is more like the introvert type, basically doesn’t talks to anyone, is OC more like the loud and moodie extrovert. However, OC hates boys because they’ll the same, that’s why people always talk rustic about her cuz she’s so loud and fight with the guys, one day she studied in the library, and Akashi approached her and asked if he can sit infront of her. Well she was really uninterested and stunned why suddenly next to her, but she has not refused. Akashi did know her from the beginning of class, because she asked the principal at beginning of the semester something, while Akashi was there too, but she has not seen him. He fell in love with her because she was different than other. Honestly I think you can continue from here 😂

Love, library and books

Hi @piplup04, thanks for requesting again.

Thank you for asking for more details. However, I was confused about senior and junior. I just started writing without thinking too much about it. I hope it's what you had in mind. Enjoy reading!

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authors note: Y/n = your name// not proof read// GIF not mine // Have fun <3

pairing: Akashi Seijuro x fem!reader

summary: See request above!

genre: romance, fluff, university

word count: 4.1k

The Rakuzan Academy was one of Tokyo's most prestigious universities. It was essentially the big brother of Rakuzan Middle School. Passing the university entrance exam presented you and your family with new ‘pleasant’ challenges: the high tuition fees.

But somehow your parents had managed it. And honestly, you were so grateful to them. So grateful that you couldn't bring yourself to tell your mother about the problems. The problems with your fellow students, the male ones that is. Just because you weren't conventionally “feminine”, they were constantly picking on you. And you fought back, and rightly so!

This quickly earned you the reputation of being an unpopular fellow student. Which in turn had led to the library and its silence becoming your favourite place.

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The library was unusually quiet that afternoon. It was raining lightly outside; autumn weather had arrived in Tokyo in full force. It felt like yesterday when you had come to this university in autumn.

A little sunlight poured through the tall windows of the university library, stretching across the long wooden tables. Most students whispered softly, flipping pages or typing notes.

Except for you. You sat hunched over a pile of books, muttering under your breath,“Stupid statistics… stupid formulas… stupid professor…”

You aggressively scribbled something in your notebook, then crossed it out with enough force that the pen nearly tore the page.

A couple students at the next table glanced over,“Isn’t that the girl from econ class?” // “Yeah… the loud one.” // “The one who yelled at those guys last week?”

You heard them. Of course you did. You always heard. Your jaw tightened and you flipped another page harder than necessary. Boys were the worst.

Not only were they often unkempt, unfortunately, they were also conceited and arrogant. What gave these young men the right to say strange things to you and judge your femininity? What did it even mean to be feminine?

They were always laughing, always making comments, always whispering like you couldn’t hear them. Ever since high school, it had been the same thing: too loud, too aggressive, too dramatic. Whenever you fought back, they called you scary. When you ignored them, they mocked you louder.

So yeah. You pretty much hated them.

You leaned back in your chair with a frustrated sigh, rubbing your temple. Then a calm voice spoke beside you.

“Excuse me.”

You looked up. A tall red-haired man stood beside the table. His posture was straight, composed, and there was an unmistakable confidence in the way he carried himself.

His crimson eyes looked directly at you,“May I sit here?”

You blinked,“…Huh?”

You looked around the library. There were plenty of other empty tables. Your eyes narrowed suspiciously,“Why?”

The man didn’t seem bothered by your tone.

“The lighting is best here,” he replied calmly,“And you appear to be using only half the table.”

You stared at him. He stared back. Completely calm. He didnt smirk. There was also no teasing. No weird tone. It was weird. Just… direct.

“…Fine,” you muttered finally, shrugging. “Do whatever.”

“Thank you,”He pulled out the chair across from you and sat down gracefully, placing a few books on the table.

You watched him for a second: Weird guy.

Then you returned to your notes. Five minutes passed. Ten minutes. The only sound was the quiet scratching of pens and the turning of pages.

Eventually, you looked up again. The red-haired guy was reading a thick economics textbook like it was the easiest thing in the world.

You squinted at him,“…You’re in economics too?”

“Yes.”

“What year?”

“Fourth.”

You blinked,“Oh your a senior?”

“Yes.”

You leaned back,“Then why are you reviewing second-year statistics?”

He closed the book gently and looked at you,“I tutor them occasionally.”

“Oh,”You stared at your page again. Your brain hurt. The formula made absolutely no sense. You groaned quietly,“…This is stupid.”

Across the table, the red-haired senior glanced at your notebook,“You substituted the variable incorrectly.”

Your head snapped up,“…Excuse me?”

He pointed lightly at your paper,“That step should be divided by n, not multiplied.”

You frowned, looking down,“…No it isn’t.”

“It is.”

You glared at him,“…You just trying to sound smart?”

He didn’t react. Instead, he calmly reached for your pen,“May I?”

You hesitated. Then pushed it toward him and muttered,“Fine.”

He rewrote the line neatly. When you followed the steps again…The answer suddenly worked. You stared,“…Oh.”

Silence. Then you cleared your throat,“Well…Thanks.”

He nodded slightly,“You’re welcome.”

You studied him again. He was back to reading like nothing happened. Still, no smug comment. Still no teasing. Why was he like that?? Boys usually only talked with or/and about you about your though antics.

Besids knowing more than you did, he didnt go: “see, I told you.”

Weird.

“…What’s your name?” you asked suddenly.

He looked up again,“Akashi Seijuro.”

You nearly choked,“Wait—Akashi?”

“The one from the student council?” you blurted.

“Yes,”he simply smiled.

“…The top student?,” you asked surprised.

“Yes.”

You stared at him like he had just told you he was the emperor of the world,“…Why are you sitting with me?”

His expression softened just slightly,“Because I wanted to.”

That answer made even less sense. You leaned back, crossing your arms,“You know people say I’m loud, right? Rebellious even...”

“I noticed.”

“I fight with guys a lot.”

“I noticed that as well,” he grinned.

“…And you still came over here.”

“Yes.”

Your eyes narrowed,“…Why?” Now he got you being curious. Akashi was quiet for a moment. Then he said calmly,“Because you are interesting.”

You blinked,“Interesting?”

“Yes.”

He rested his chin lightly on his hand,“On the first day of the semester, you marched into the principal’s office.”

Your eyes widened,“God…You saw that?”

“I was inside at the time.”

Your brain scrambled. Oh god. That day. You had stormed in complaining about the sports club guys hogging the basketball court and harassing first years. You had been furious. “…Wait,” you muttered. “You were there?”

“Yes.”

“And you still decided to talk to me?,” now it was your turn to look even dumber. You just couldnt figure out what exactly was his why? His reason? What did he see in you?

Akashi’s lips curved into the faintest smile,“You were the only person willing to argue with the principal without fear.”

You groaned and covered your face,“…That’s embarrassing.”

“I found it admirable.”

You peeked through your fingers,“…You’re weird.”

“Possibly.”

Silence settled again. But somehow…The silence didn’t feel awkward. You studied him again. You wanted a solution to this riddle. He was calm. Composed. Elegant. Completely different from the loud, arrogant guys you were used to dealing with.

“…You don’t make fun of people much, do you?” you asked.

“No.”

“…Why not?”

“Because it is unnecessary.”

Your shoulders relaxed slightly,“…Huh.”

Akashi returned to his book. But after a moment, he said quietly, “You are also incorrect about one thing.”

“What?,” you asked curiously.

“Not all boys are awful.”

You snorted,“Thats VERY Debatable.”

He looked up at you again. Those crimson eyes were gentle now,“Then allow me to prove otherwise.”

Your heart skipped,“Uhm excuse me…What???”

Akashi closed his book,“Would you like help studying?”

You blinked,“…You offering to tutor me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

His answer came without hesitation,“Because I would like to spend more time with you...and you needed a reason. Otherwise you wouldnt believe me talking to you."

Your brain froze. Your face warmed instantly. He was right. You did wonder why he talked to you. Why he talked to you like that,“…You’re really straightforward, huh?”

“I prefer clarity.”

You stared at him. Then laughed softly despite yourself,“…Fine, Mr. tutor.”

Akashi’s eyes softened at the nickname. You didn’t feel like every boy in the world was against you. Across the table, Akashi Seijuro simply smiled faintly. And thought to himself—She truly is fascinating.

And he had no intention of letting her disappear from his life.

[warabidakihime]

Between Buzzer Beaters and Love Letters

Characters: Akashi Seijuro x Reader Synopsis: Love is like a perfectly executed buzzer beater, defying the odds and capturing hearts in the most unexpected moments. It's a love letter penned with the ink of the soul, expressing emotions that words alone can't convey. Between buzzer beaters and love letters, our hearts dance to the rhythm of affection, reminding us that love is a game worth playing and a story worth writing.

A/N: believe me when i say that i daydream about this back in college lol so many reactors on youtube are watching knb, so my sparks for the show returned at full power. enjoy!

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In the aftermath of Seirin's victory at the Winter Cup finals, the basketball court buzzed with electric energy. The crowd erupted into cheers, players embraced in jubilation, and the air was thick with the sweet scent of success. Amidst the celebration, you, the team manager, found yourself caught up in the euphoria, standing at the center of it all.

Kuroko and Kagami, the dynamic duo who had spearheaded Seirin's triumph, were beaming with pride and exhilaration. Their radiant smiles mirrored the joyous atmosphere, infectious and impossible to resist. You couldn't help but join in, a surge of elation filling your heart as you hugged them tightly.

"We did it! We actually did it!" you exclaimed, unable to contain your excitement. "All our hard work paid off!"

Kuroko, ever composed, nodded with a small smile. "Yes, we gave it our all, and it paid off in the end."

Kagami, his adrenaline still coursing through his veins, laughed boisterously. "Hell yeah! We're the champions!"

Amidst the cheers and laughter, the bond between the three of you grew stronger. As the victory sank in, you realized just how much this team meant to you. They were more than just teammates; they were your friends and family. Together, you had overcome countless challenges and now stood at the pinnacle of high school basketball.

The court became a stage for shared stories, memories, and dreams. The euphoria of the moment seeped into every word, every smile, and every embrace. This was a time to savor the taste of victory and to revel in the camaraderie that had brought you all together.

Little did you know, this was only the beginning of a new chapter. The Winter Cup victory had opened doors to new challenges, new adventures, and perhaps even unexpected feelings.

As the celebration roared on, your eyes were drawn to Akashi Seijuro, standing alone in the midst of the jubilant chaos. His usually confident demeanor was replaced with an unfamiliar expression of shock and disbelief. It was evident that losing was a foreign concept to him, and the weight of defeat hung heavily on his shoulders.

Excusing yourself from the group, you made your way towards Akashi, curiosity burning in your chest. Kagami and Kuroko exchanged puzzled glances, unable to comprehend your sudden interest in someone you had previously shown distaste for. Kuroko, however, sensing the hidden emotions within you, offered a nod of encouragement, silently conveying his support.

Approaching Akashi, you could see the surprise flicker in his eyes as he noticed your presence. He seemed taken aback by your approach, not expecting anyone to reach out to him in this vulnerable moment.

"Congratulations on a well-fought match, Akashi," you said, offering a gentle smile.

Akashi's eyes met yours, searching for any hint of mockery or ill intent. Instead, he found sincerity and understanding, something he didn't anticipate. "Thank you," he replied, his voice carrying a mix of disbelief and resignation.

"I know this might be hard for you," you continued, your voice filled with empathy. "You've always been accustomed to winning. But it's in these moments of defeat that we grow the most."

Akashi's guard slowly lowered, realizing that you were not there to belittle him but rather to offer solace. "It's a bitter pill to swallow," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

You nodded in understanding. "Sometimes, the greatest lessons come from our losses. It's an opportunity to reflect, to reassess our strengths and weaknesses, and to come back even stronger."

A moment of silence enveloped the two of you as the weight of the conversation sank in. It was a rare connection, borne out of unexpected circumstances, where walls were momentarily lowered, allowing for a genuine exchange.

Akashi's voice broke the silence. "You're right. This loss... it will serve as a reminder to keep pushing forward and to strive for greatness."

A soft smile played on your lips as you gazed at him. "After watching you play today and even during this whole tournament, I have no doubt you can bounce back."

Akashi's eyes met yours, a glimmer of gratitude shining through. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

As your conversation neared its end, you couldn't help but notice Akashi's captivating presence. The way his eyes held a depth that drew you in and the subtle curve of his lips that seemed to carry untold stories. In that moment, a realization washed over you, causing a soft blush to creep onto your cheeks.

The conversation concluded with an awkward silence settling between you. On the sidelines, Kagami and Kuroko discreetly observed, their curiosity piqued by the unexpected interaction. They exchanged glances, silently speculating on the nature of your conversation with Akashi.

The rest of the Seirin basketball team watched in awe; a mixture of surprise and curiosity danced in their eyes. They had witnessed the birth of an unlikely bond between their team manager and the enigmatic captain of the Generation of Miracles, unaware of the journey that awaited them both.

As the awkward silence lingered, you mustered up the courage to look at Akashi, your heart pounding in your chest. Biting your lip nervously, you felt a mix of nervousness and eagerness. Just as Akashi was about to excuse himself, you couldn't resist but call out to him again, your voice laced with a coy and flirty tone.

"Hey, Akashi," you said, your eyes locked with his. "I don't know when you're going to visit Tokyo again, but if you happen to drop by, maybe you should let me know. We could hang out or something. If you're free, of course."

Akashi's eyes widened in surprise, caught off guard by your boldness. However, his shock gradually dissipated, and a charming aura replaced his initial bashfulness. A dashing smile adorned his face as he gladly accepted your offer.

"I would be delighted," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Perhaps you could share your number, and we can make the necessary arrangements."

Your heart skipped a beat as Akashi asked for your number. With a shy smile, you exchanged contact information, the anticipation growing between you.

"I must admit," Akashi began, a playful glint in his eyes, "losing the game was a disappointment. However, stumbling upon someone as captivating as you, y/n, can certainly be counted as a delightful victory in its own right."

His words were laced with a charming jest, acknowledging the irony of the situation. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a subtle invitation to partake in the playful banter.

The comment caught you off guard, and a hint of blush painted your cheeks. His flirtatious demeanor was as unexpected as it was enchanting. Unable to resist the opportunity for a quick retort, you playfully responded, "Remember to thank your gods then."

With a gentle smile, Akashi's gaze met yours, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. The unspoken understanding between you deepened, as if hinting at a future where the boundaries of competition and camaraderie blurred. The unexpected turn of events had created a unique connection, and the prospect of getting to know Akashi on a deeper level thrilled you.

After a few more exchanges of words, the conversation began to naturally wind down. Akashi excused himself, his attention being required by his coach. With a polite smile, he bids you farewell, leaving you momentarily stunned by the encounter.

As he walked away, his back straight and confident, you couldn't help but watch him with a mix of fascination and curiosity. The brief exchange had left an indelible mark, and you couldn't help but wonder what the future held for the two of you.

With a lingering smile on your face, you rejoined your friends, who were eagerly awaiting your return. Their eyes were wide with surprise, and their expressions were a mixture of shock, amusement, and curiosity. The moment they had witnessed between you and Akashi Seijuro had left quite an impression.

Kuroko, ever the calm and observant one, simply offered a small smile, his eyes twinkling with silent approval. "I didn't expect that, but it seems like you two had an interesting conversation," he commented softly.

Kagami, on the other hand, couldn't hide his astonishment. His jaw dropped, and he stared at you with a mix of disbelief and a touch of jealousy. "What the... Really, y/n? Akashi? When did this happen?" he blurted out, unable to contain his reaction.

Hyuga, the captain of the team, chuckled heartily, clapping you on the back. "Well, I'll be damned, y/n. I didn't know you had it in you to approach Akashi like that. I almost feel guilty for defeating your boyfriend."

Izuki, always one for wordplay, grinned mischievously. "Looks like you're taking 'shoot your shot' quite literally, y/n. I can't help but be impressed."

Kyoshi, the team's supportive and gentle player, chimed in with a warm smile. "That was brave of you, y/n."

As you were engrossed in the lively conversation with your teammates, you felt a gaze fixed on you. Instinctively, you turned your head, locking eyes with Akashi. His intense gaze met yours, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

Sensing the shift in the atmosphere, the Seirin team exploded in a chorus of exaggerated reactions. Some whistled playfully, while others nudged each other with raised eyebrows and knowing grins. Kagami, in particular, seemed ready to explode with a mix of disbelief and astonishment. You can even hear him mumble things like, "I didn't know you had a thing for psychopaths."

Riko finally chimed in amidst the commotion. "Alright, alright, settle down! Stop teasing y/n! We have to prepare for the award ceremony."

Amidst the playful banter and cheers from your teammates, you couldn't help but feel a surge of exhilaration. It was as if a new chapter had unfolded before your eyes, filled with possibilities and unspoken promises.

With a final glance back at your boisterous friends, you turned your attention fully to Akashi. And as you exchanged smiles, a mix of excitement and anticipation coursed through your veins.

The story between you and Akashi Seijuro was only just beginning, and with each passing moment, you were ready to discover what the future held.

[reiimii]

it's canon that Akashi's favorite actress is Audrey Hepburn.

So, I like to imagine that it was actually Akashi's mother who introduced him to Audrey Hepburn. They would binge-watch her movies together whenever they had free time, with Breakfast at Tiffany's being their favorite. During these moments, they would have their little talks about love, vulnerability, etc. which deeply influenced Akashi and shaped him into the empathetic gentleman we know today (except for Bokushi that little mf).

They also had their little song they loved to sing together. Moon River by Audrey Hepburn, from Breakfast at Tiffany's (link: https://youtu.be/uirBWk-qd9A?si=hfsLB3NUvLLxcry7). I picture them sitting close on the piano bench, Akashi pressed gently against his mother, with the firelight flickering warmly from the chimney, as they played and sang together.

Now, Akashi listens to Moon River whenever he misses his mother, especially before falling asleep. It makes him feel close to her, though anything relating to that movie makes him feel nostalgic and sometimes even brings him to tears. Still, listening to that song reminds him of one of the few truly happy moments of his childhood, before his mother passed away....

That's it folks. Sorry for my shitty writing, I'm REALLY not a writer, but I wanted to get it out there regardless cuz I think it's actually sweet to think about. (:

[wsknbfanaccnt]

Akashi Seijuro

[scenariosnoknb]

hiii~

could I request either headcanons or a oneshot abt the dynamics of Akashi's personalities if they were twins?

THANK U SMM

Hello~ this request was actually really fun to think about! Thanks for sending it!

Just a note since I actually tend to forget about it:

Oreshi - normal eyes

Bokushi - Left eye is yellow

Warnings: None

So first off, I believe genuinely Oreshi's the older twin out of two two

While Bokushi's younger

Bokushi probably tried to race his twin out of the womb, if that's even biologically possible...I don't think it is, but it was fun to imagine anyway

Anyway, growing up the two were somewhat competitive with each other. Moreso Bokushi towards his twin, but both are just equally so into winning

But that doesn't mean that they dislike each other, it was just some friendly competition between two siblings

The two of them will always have each other's back. If Oreshi's too soft with other people, Bokushi will handle it. If Bokushi's acting out too much, Oreshi stops him

Because I genuinely believe that Bokushi might say, "My orders are absolute, I do not take orders from even my own parents yada yada" but if Oreshi really tells him off, then he'll actually back off

Oreshi's probably more popular out of the two and has more friends because he seems easier to get along with. But he will always bring his brother along and try to incorporate him into his friend group

As normal siblings would, the two have disputes. Both are quite prideful and would take time to actually apologize to each other

But I think, Oreshi looks at it logically, and once he actually calms down and thinks about the whole thing, weighing down whose at fault and who started it, then he would try to talk things out with his brother

Bokushi is a bit more prideful compared to his brother, but he really does value the bond they have. So even if it was against his will, he would try to talk to his brother...if he really is at fault

Bokushi won't say sorry, but he will try to invite his brother out to ride their horse, play a game, or just hand him some food and eat with him

Oreshi would find it both amusing and adorable, but he knew better than to voice that out

To summarize, the two would have some competitiveness with each other, I think that's something their father would actually incorporate into their minds. But, the two of them are aware of the difficulties they have as Akashis and sympathize with each other heavily. This is why no matter the competition they have against one another, they will always have each other's back and genuinely look and care for each other.

[blizzardhashira]

This is Endo Miharu, Yukime's reincarnation into the modern era. Miharu is a doctor who travels between 3 public schools as a sort of on-call doctor. When she's not at work, she's often found on the ice rink teaching younger girls about figure skating. She meets Seijuro (who's Kyojuro's reincarnation, who works as a firefighter written by @risingscorchingsun ) one day when one of the younger girls, playing with hairspray, accidentally causes a fire. The fire department is called but Miharu refuses to leave the building until everyone is accounted for, much to Seijuro's irritation. She literally has to be carried from the building.

She does NOT reincarnate as her descendant because I think that’s silly and it’s way more heeheehaahaa funny to have her born in America while her father and mother were overseas.

Miharu was born a rather frail child and was kept largely in the hospital from the time she was born to the time she was seven. When she's released for the first time, her parents enroll her in traditional dancing classes in hopes that this will increase her stamina without exasperating her illness. She begins figure skating at 12, much to her parent's worry.