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can i request some kamafuta in return?? im desperate for content my dude

Yess absolutely!! It’s a bit more bittersweet than what I usually write, though, just warnin ya :’D

Song- How To Be A Heartbreaker by Marina & The Diamonds

Kenji took a deep breath, staring at himself in the mirror as he fixed his tie. He’s never been fond of wearing anything more sophisticated than what his mother would call “business casual”, but he liked looking damn good for his dates. His third one in the past month, and it was only the 14th. 

He swept a hand through his hair, practicing what some might refer to as a ‘disarming’ smile. It was all in the eyes, really; he would never call himself an actor or anything (he hated theatre kids with what was probably a far too raging passion to be considered reasonable, in fact), but he knew for a fact he could fake love and infatuation and happiness better than the best romcom stars out there. He’s been doing it for years, he’s gotten it down to a science. 

“You’re disgusting...” The voice of an old fling echoed in his mind, stilling his hands and dulling the light in his eyes. “How can you live, knowing you’ve broken so many hearts and practically ruined so many lives?” 

The sound of his doorbell ringing startled him out of his thoughts. 

“Shut it, Yahaba...” He muttered, gritting his teeth, before throwing on a bright grin and calling out, “Coming!” 

Kamasaki stood on the stone porch when he opened the door. Giving him a not-so-quick once-over, Kenji noted that Kamasaki was wearing a similar getup to his own; a button-up t-shirt and tie, paired with most likely ironed slacks. 

He allowed his eyes to linger on the rather impressive forearms before him for just a second too long, making Kamasaki clear his throat, sticking the flowers in his hands out, almost as a distraction. 

“Here,” Kamasaki said gruffly, looking away with a light blush high on his cheeks, “they’re for you.”

“Oh, Kamasaki-san!” Kenji cooed, taking the flowers and laying them gently down onto table next to him, to be disposed of later, “you’re so sweet! You didn’t have to do that for lil ol’ me...”

“Shut it,” He said, before grabbing Kenji’s arm and practically dragging him out to his car. 

“So, where are we going?” He asked in a fake sweet voice after about 5 minutes of driving. 

“A restaurant by my house,” Kamasaki, who’s been mostly keeping his eyes on the road but has occasionally stopped to let out his road rage on the drivers into front of him, explained. “You said you liked Chinese, right?”

Kenji was almost touched that he remembered, a funny feeling that he definitely didn’t like rising in his chest.. “Yeah, it’s my favourite.” 

Kenji was seriously pissed at how much he was enjoying this date, he thought as the two of them walked home (they had parked Kamasaki’s car at his house when they realized that the restaurant was easily within walking distance Kenji’s house). 

After dinner the two of them had gone ice skating at Kenji’s suggestion, where he got to laugh at how awful Kamasaki was at it (feigning sympathy, though, of course), and afterwards got ice cream downtown, where he got a brain freeze and jokingly suggested Kamasaki should kiss it better (getting legitimately flustered when he actually did it, much to his annoyance and disbelief). 

“I had a great time...” Kenji forced a bit of breathlessness into his statement, looking up at Kamasaki with the smile he’d been rehearsing earlier, watching his cheeks light up. 

“U-uh, yeah, me too...” He sputtered, sounding oddly mad for such a sweet sentence. 

Kenji couldn’t help but laugh at that, leaning forward to place a light kiss on Kamasaki’s cheek, going back inside with a wink and a “See you later~,” proceeding to fall to his knees in shock when he closed the door. 

God, no. This couldn’t seriously be happening. It was too soon, it’s too dangerous. 

He’d been on countless dates without feeling anything for them. He’d been breaking heart after heart for years, without so much as a second thought after the week was up. Why was it, why did it have to to be Kamasaki of all people? 

Why was he falling in love again? 

Hmm. I’m upset. 

Thanks for the ask Rhii!! <33

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40 for konoaka ;))

Weheyyyy! Thank you so much for indulging me @volleyowlets-studies!! This took me ages because I ended up writing three completely different drabbles before finally settling with this one (oops?). It also turned out way longer than planned, oh well! 

Sloppy editing, so I apologize! 

40 Hiding/hoping not to be caught kiss (with bonus flustered Akaashi)

Kissing prompts 

Akaashi Keiji is doomed.

It’s Wednesday, which means study session with the volleyball team. 

Under normal circumstances, Wednesday study sessions aren’t a problem for Akaashi Keiji, academic genius, setter, and vice-captain extraordinaire. No, the problem with this Wednesday study session lies in the fact that the entire team has canceled and he is left alone in his bedroom to study.

There’s a shuffle of paper opposite him.

Well, maybe not the whole team.

He does his best not to openly stare at the wing-spiker sat on the floor opposite him. It’s already hard enough when Konoha is in their school uniform or team jersey, but when he’s dressed in a gray sweater and black skinny jeans?

Keiji is doomed and life is unfair.

The silence is stifling and the raven haired teenager has re-read this problem three times already and is still none-the-wiser as to what he’s supposed to do. There’s another shuffle of papers opposite him as he stares ruefully at his math book,

“Akaashi?” He looks up as that soft voice calls his name and promptly chooses to stare at a point just above Konoha’s shoulder, unable to look at the warm amber hidden behind wire frames. Keiji hadn’t thought he had a thing about glasses until the blond had turned up with them last month. They’d made an appearance on dream-Konoha that night.

Konoha Akinori is dressed in a gray sweater and black skinny jeans, glasses framing his gorgeous face all while he’s hunched over the table in Keiji’s room and the only other presence in the house is his mother.

Has Keiji mentioned he’s doomed yet?

There’s a hand waving in front of his face and he blinks back into the present, making the mistake of locking eyes with the older teenager, “Are you okay?” The blond inquires, eyebrows raised, “You’ve been spacing out for the past half hour,” Keiji feels heat rush to his cheeks and he clears his throat to gather himself before answering smoothly,

“I-I’m fine Konoha-san,” Okay, maybe not so smoothly, “I’m just- struggling with this math problem,” The raven immediately regrets his choice of words when the wing-spiker sits up straighter with a twinkle in his amber eyes.

“Math? Why didn’t you say so? You know that’s my best subject. Here, let me have a look,” And, instead of turning the cursed book towards himself like any other person would, Konoha sidles up next to him and leans in close to read the problem the setter is pointing at.

Konoha Akinori is leaning into him and he smells good and Keiji is doomed.

“So, what is it you’re not understanding exactly?” Konoha asks, turning those damned amber eyes to him and giving him a patient look like he has all the time in the world and Keiji is more than just his vice-captain and setter and fellow study mate. He manages to answer before the other feels the need to wave a hand in front of his face again, the younger teenager doesn’t think he can survive that happening this close.

“The- I’m having trouble with calculating the volume,” When the blond tilts his head adorably in confusion, Keiji glances at his math book and looks on in horror at the problem staring back at him with a ‘solve for x’ that definitely has nothing to do with volumes. He curses himself as his cheeks burn and his composure crumbles to shreds in the face of one Konoha Akinori and his mango scented shampoo.

Next to him, his senior brings a fist to his mouth and chuckles, giving the raven a soft smile, “So, Akaashi,” he starts in a low voice, “When were you planning on confessing?”

Akaashi Keiji is doomed for all eternity as Konoha Akinori presses closer to him, amber eyes half hidden behind gold lashes and framed within a pair of glasses.

“Confessing?! I-! I mean- That is- it’s- ,” Keiji no longer has any idea of what he’s saying, his brain is fried from the warmth seeping into his right side as the object of his many fantasies leans ever closer.

“Akaashi,” the blond sighs, hanging his head, “You really thought I hadn’t figured it out?” He looks back up with a raised eyebrow, “I’m not Bokuto you know, I notice things,” Keiji can only gape stupidly at his senior as all the instances his glaring crush have appeared over the past two years seem to not have been as discreet as he’d hoped. Konoha continues, voice sending shivers down the raven’s spine, “You didn’t think it was odd that everyone except me was busy today? I planned this A-ka-a-shi,” The way the spiker says his name with heavy emphasis on each syllable does unspeakable things to his body as his mind tries to kick-start itself, 

“The only person not in on this is your mother, so we need to keep quiet, okay? I don’t know about you, but my mother isn’t all that pro-gay. It’s not going to stop me though,” Emerald eyes may well fall out of their sockets and roll to the floor for how wide they are and he thinks his eyebrows are trying to merge with his hair. He’s still desperately trying to process what is happening as warm breath fans over his lips “Say something, Keiji,” the blond whispers into the millimeter of air between them

Keiji manages to close his mouth and swallow, opening it again to let out a small “I-” before he’s interrupted by a pair of soft lips gently molding onto his.

Konoha Akinori is kissing him and Keiji has died and gone to heaven.

The lips start retreating and the setter’s brain finally reboots as he lunges forwards and kisses Konoha. The blond is quick to adjust their position, hands coming to rest on either side of the raven’s neck as they cradle his face to get a better angle. And then there’s a tongue against his lips and Keiji welcomes it eagerly. Allowing the older male to set the pace of the kiss, keeping it slow and passionate, making Keiji’s toes curl in pleasure and his hands grip onto the soft gray sweater in an attempt to keep himself grounded from the sheer intensity of the kiss.

As suddenly as it started, it stops. Konoha pulls back and smirks at him offering a wink before he turns to pour over the math book that started it all, letting the raven stare at him dumbly as his heart thunders in his ears.

There’s a sudden noise behind him, his door opening and his mother’s voice coming through, “Are you boys okay? Do you want anything?” Keiji doesn’t think he could be more grateful that he’s got his back to the door as Konoha turns and smiles at her like he didn’t just have that sinful tongue of his down her son’s throat,

“We’re fine, Akaashi-san, thank you,” his mother lets out a chipper ‘okay, let me know if you change your minds!’ before the door closes again and her footsteps echo down the stairs. Konoha faces him once more and smirks, taking him by the wrist and tugging him closer,

“Now, where were we?”  

Akaashi Keiji is doomed, and he’s very much okay with that.

(later that night his mother compliments him on the turtle neck he’s wearing and asks him if he’s okay as he stares at his latest message, containing a photograph of a dripping wet Konoha in nothing but a towel and his glasses, smirking at him through the screen of his phone)