Unlikely [Akaashi Keiji X Reader]

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>Requested by Nobody
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>Profanities
>Fluff

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Unlikely

Five years ago…

You had no idea how many times you’ve stared at the clock just silently urging it to reach ‘4’ at the speed of light so class (aka daily dose of torture) could finally end. But this time, it was the opposite. You watched how the long hand circled the round plane, hoping that, somehow, it would stop. After all, this was your last.

Tomorrow, your family would migrate to a whole new part of the country completely, because of your mother’s job. It was a once in a life time opportunity for her, and the life you’ve built here so far couldn’t even compare. This was your mother’s dream, and it would be heartless to be anything less than happy for her. So you tried to be.

But you couldn’t help it, could you?

It just felt as though everything was gradually slipping from your fingers – everything you’ve ever worked for, every relationship you’ve built, every day of life you’ve lived. All of it was beginning to fall apart. That wasn’t the only thing, though. Your chest felt like it was being hollowed from the inside, and from that hole escaped all the fears you’ve never thought you’ve had. You couldn’t even bring yourself to tell all your friends that you’d soon go away. You were just going to disappear. It seemed easier that way, you thought.

So, when the final class of the day ended, you opted to remain seated on your chair, telling your friends they should leave first. And although you knew deep inside that you wanted them to stay, to ask what was wrong, to be able to tell that you were so close to falling apart, they fell for the fake smile you’ve worked on so well. With a few goodbyes, they were out the door and gone from your life.

You didn’t know how long you stayed there, or how many gallons of tears you’d cried out in hopes of alleviating this ache in your chest. It didn’t, though. However, in the middle of all that, a voice pierces through the deathly silence.

It held a familiar warmth.

“Are you okay?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to answer, because you knew your voice would betray you, and all that would come out were incoherent sobs. You just remained silent, hiding your face with your arms. Unexpectedly, though, he didn’t leave. He said nothing more, but you could still feel his presence.

At one point, he drew closer to situate himself on the seat next to yours. There was something about this boy, you thought. There was something about his metered glances, his undeterred expression, and the pure, unadulterated catharsis his eyes entailed. He didn’t do anything special, really. He was just here, and frankly being here was more than enough – it was everything.

Although the only thing you knew about him was that his name was Akaashi Keiji from the class next to yours, his presence comforted you more than you could even hope for.

It was only when the setting sun completely disappeared to make way for the night’s midnight blue hue did you manage to say “Thank you.”

He only smiled back, albeit briefly.

•••

Present time…

People would think you’d learn from the mental breakdown you had the last time you moved, but nope. Here you were, about to unboard from the plane and officially come home to the city you had already left once before: Tokyo.

You brought up the topic of coming back by yourself because of better opportunities one time during dinner, and four months later, you were set to transfer to Fukurodani Academy. Although pretty sudden, you liked to believe that you weren’t the same girl who’d cry over relocating anymore.

It took you a whole day to unpack all your things, and another four to settle in. It was a good thing that you decided to go a week before classes began, after all.

Sure, it was really lonely at first, given that you barely knew anyone. But that was okay. This was a clean slate, and that meant you had to work from the bottom once again. With that in mind, you knew that a good first impression must be made. Plus, you were already on your second year of highschool, and that meant that everyone else had the previous year to get to know one another.

“We rarely get any new second year students here,” the class adviser chatted with you with a smile on his face. “But I’m sure you’ll like it here in Fukurodani.”

You returned his smile, and said, “I’m sure I will.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Moreover, I’ll assign someone to guide you on your first few days – just so you can warm up to the Academy faster, yes?”

“That won’t be necessary,” you notified him, but he was already gesturing for someone to approach. When you turned to see who it was, you were beyond surprised.

“Akaashi,” you said absentmindedly.

Both men looked at you in confusion. It was the adviser who speaks, though. “You two know each other?”

Obviously, Akaashi didn’t remember you. A huge part of you believed that was for the best, though, since you looked like a fucking mess during your last encounter. So, instead, you opted to lie.

“Not at all,” you said immediately. You, then, pointed to the name plate pinned to his shirt’s pocket. “I can read, sir.”

Unfazed by your passive-aggressive gesture, the adviser scoffs, “Of course you can. I expected nothing less.

“He is Akaashi Keiji, but we’ve established that already so I don’t really know why I just said that, but anyway he’s the class rep, so don’t hesistate to ask him if you’re having any trouble, okay?  

“Gladly,” you bowed to the adviser before doing the same to Akaashi.

After, Akaashi led you to the empty seat next to his. Once the both of you were settled, an absent thought waded through your train of thought. Before you could register it, though, you’ve already voiced it out. “Akaashi?”

He turned to face you, his eyes – a collection of intricately laced green and grays. And in that moment, you knew that this was the same boy from five years ago.

“Do you like the night sky?” You sent him a small smile.

His face remains neutral of any visible expression as he replied, “Very much so.”

That was how it all began.

•••

During the first month of school, you spent lunch with Akaashi’s group of friends who were so much unlike Akaashi. Each of them were really quirky motherfuckers, especially Bokuto.

Oh god, Bokuto.

He was like the embodiment of the Kamehameha wave – a ball of pure, concentrated energy. He was really friendly, though. And as long as he was in the conversation, awkward silences were inherently nonexistent. So there you were, munching on your bento, sitting in between Haruki and Akaashi, while listening to Bokuto babbling about that awesome block he did yesterday.

Basically, you spent  Wednesdays and Thursdays with Akaashi and Bokuto (it was usually just the both of them having lunch together, but sometimes members of the volleyball team would  come [and regret {Jesus Christ, I can’t imagine how many people have imagined taping Bokuto’s mouth}]), and the rest of the school days with your newfound clique. Sure, the three of you have your moments, but you needed people who aren’t, well, dating volleyball. You went walked home with Akaashi every day, though. His house was near your condo, so it just worked, you guess. Bokuto’s house, on the other hand, was completely in another direction. You could even clearly remember how he pouted because Akaashi and you would be ‘BROnding’ (bro-bonding) without him.

Only when you realized that everyone was looking at you did you make sense that Bokuto had probably just asked you a question.

“Come again?” You smiled innocently at him.

“Dammit, [Name]! You aren’t even listening at all.” Bokuto pouted for a short while before making a fast recovery. “I was asking of you liked anyone.”

How the conversation about awesomely blocking a volleyball arrived to this, you did not know. “What? Has anyone else answered?”

“See! You’re spacing out again.” Bokuto crossed his arms. “I like that cute girl with curly black hair from the calligraphy club, by the way.”

“Oh, she’s fucking beautiful.” You tried to steer the conversation to save your ass.

“RIGHT? RIGHT? I GOT DIBBS, THO. You’re not allowed to use your seductive wiles at her or anything,” he wiggles his goddamned fingers at your face.

“Bro, what the fuck? No. Plus, I like somebody else.” Bokuto looked at you suspiciously, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Really now,” he ran his fingers through his imaginary beard. “Who’s the lucky person?”

“Akaashi,” only when you said it did you realize that it was half-true. At first, you just wanted to see everyone’s reaction, but holy crap. What have you gotten yourself into?

Akaashi coughed, which almost made him choke since he was chugging down a can of orange juice the moment you’d said it.  You tried to convince yourself to take it all back – to tell everyone that it was just a joke, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. So instead, you laughed awkwardly in hopes to alleviate the heavy air of the situation, and made up some excuse to get away once it failed.

JESUS FRICKIN CHRIST, NICE GOING, SELF.

•••

During class, though, you managed to calm yourself down. You thought about all the courses of action that you could take, only to reach a single conclusion: You had to explain yourself to Akaashi. He deserved it.

So as per usual, you stayed at the library until their practice ended, and waited for them by the gym at seven. Thankfully, the whole mess of a situation seemed to have escaped Bokuto’s mind, because now he was telling you all about practice, and how he accidentally tripped and brought down Sarukui and Akaashi down with him. Unfortunately, though he had to split from you guys when the three of you reached the gate.

Fuck. You were not ready for this.

The both of you spent halfway of the trip in complete silence, just as you always did. But it was different now. It was no longer the comfortable silence that Akaashi’s presence brought, but rather, a strained one.

You knew that you had to speak and explain yourself as soon as possible. So, without really thinking it through, you began. “Akaashi, we need to talk about earlier.”

He turned to face you, but only for a second. “Okay. What is it about earlier?”

“When I said I liked you,” there were awkward pauses between the words, but you didn’t really care. As long as you told the truth, then there’d be no way to fuck it all up, right? “I meant it.”

“Why do you like me?” He didn’t ask it to be rude. You could tell. His question was brought forth by his genuine curiosity.

You thought back that one night five years ago, and to the gentleness of his very being. As if you’d say that out loud. So instead, you smiled and sing-songed, “It’s a secret.”

You could only scoff when he rolled his eyes at you.

“It doesn’t matter anyway,” you told him. “I don’t expect you to reciprocate my feelings, or to do anything, really. I just- I just want to keep being friends with you, because before being the girl that likes you, I’m your friend. And I don’t want to ruin that just because of some confession in bad taste.”

He looked unsure at first, but he gave you one of his millisecond-smiles in the end. “I understand.”

Upon reaching the intersection, you told Akaashi you’d walk him home. It was unorthodox, yes, but that was how you rolled. (You just really, really, really wanted to spend more time with him, okay??) Of course, Akaashi kindly refused and told you that you should just go home because it was dangerous to walk at night. After a whole episode of convincing, though, he just gave up and let you do as you willed.

Before you knew it, the both of you already reached his house. After exchanging short goodbyes, you motioned to leave.

“[Name]-san,” he stopped you. You looked back at him with a raised brow.

“I appreciate your feelings.” Then he bowed at you before entering the house.

You knew that that didn’t mean he felt the same or anything, but it was enough to send your heart skyrocketing to space, and landing smack at your chest. You knew for sure that ‘like’ was no longer enough to quantify your feelings for Akaashi Keiji.

Trying not to jump into the air like a goddamned tool, you literally run towards your condo. Just a block away, though, you got distracted by a stuffed owl displayed in front of a gift-store. It couldn’t have been bigger than the palm of your hand, but it managed to catch your eye anyway. For some reason, he little guy reminded you of a particular green-eyed boy. Without a second thought, you entered the shop and bought the plushy, excited to see Akaashi’s expression once you give it to him.

•••

Surely enough, the purely adorable look of complete confusion on Akaashi’s face upon receiving the plushy was priceless.

“May I ask what the occasion is?” His brows knotted ever so slightly, but other than that, no visible change in his deadpanned expression was present.

“The occasion? The occasion is that I like you.”

He opened his mouth as if to protest, but you interrupted him, “Now before you say anything, it’s nothing, really. Just don’t mind it? You can throw it out if you want.” Of course you knew he wouldn’t do that, but that was enough to get him to keep it.

“Thank you,” he uttered meekly. You could only grin back.

That was how this little tradition began. Almost every day, you would give him little knickknacks he probably didn’t know what to do with. Whenever you saw some random item you think he’d like or did as much as remind you of him, you would automatically buy it as a gift. Eventually, Akaashi stopped trying to get you to stop buying things for him as long as they weren’t expensive.

You knew that people could easily misunderstand the whole situation – that most of them probably already think you’re some desperate chick that wanted to get with the gorgeous piece of ass that was Akaashi Keiji, but none of that mattered. As long as he and everyone else you remotely cared for understood, then all was well.

Some people can’t help but ask, though.

“How’s the whole courting the impenetrable fortress (aka Akaashi) goin’ for you?” Bokuto slung his arm on your shoulder, and almost made you fall face first on the tiles of the school hallway.

“Sup. Aren’t you supposed to be upstairs?” It was still in the middle of class, and you were on your way back from the toilet.

“Nah. I was on my way back from P.E. class.” He dismissed.

“That explains the copious amount of your sweat seeping through my uniform,” narrowed your eyes at him in mock anger.

“Boo hoo,” he teased, yet removed his arm anyway. “Seriously, though, update me on the whole business of you and Akaashi kissing on the tree, K-I-S-S-I-”

“OKAY, stop. We are not like that, gahd.” You tried to shoo him away with your hand.

“Don’t you like him, though?” He said as he took the first few steps up the staircase.

“I do, but he doesn’t like me back,” you stated with finality. Eventually, Bokuto got the message.

“Tough love, bruh. Good luck, though!” With that, he was gone, and you went back to your life.

•••

It was a month later when you finally thought that you liking Akaashi Keiji was no lost cause. He had been strangely accommodating today, especially on your walk home.

The both of you exchanged opinions on literature, recent crap that’s been happening, and the randomest interests. It was uncharacteristic of him, but you’d take it. As you were about to reach the street of his house, you spot an ice-cream truck by the corner.

“Akaashi,” you then pointed to the ice-cream truck. He nodded ever so slightly, and followed you.

“What’ll it be,” the man behind the counter asked.

“One [favorite flavor] ice-cream, and…” you trailed off as you looked to Akaashi for his order.

“What do you recommend?” He asked them man behind the counter, who scratched the back of his neck upon hearing the question.

“Lots of people seem to like the Nutella-flavored one, but I personally like vanilla.”

“Vanilla sounds great, thank you.”

The man gives your cones of ice cream with a smile soon after. Before you could reach for your wallet, though, Akaashi had already paid for you both. The both of you sat on one of the consecutive benches. Silence once again encompassed the distance between you. It intertwines with the distant sounds of the living city, along with your joined breaths. You had to appreciate these moment more, you told yourself.

It was like that for a while – just savoring the silence, until Akaashi coughed before beginning to speak.

“[Name]-san, why do you like me?” He was staring at you now. You forced yourself to make eye contact. He deserved as much.  

There was a certain steadfast uncertainty that played beneath the jade sheath of his orbs. Although you didn’t quite know why, knowing why you’ve come to like him was important for him. After all, this wasn’t just the second time he had asked. And in all those other times, his uncharacteristic determination to know was present.

And in each of those times, you thought of the night sky five years ago. But now, you realized that it wasn’t just that anymore. It was his entirety.

“Why do you need to know?” You raised your brows at him.

He ripped his gaze from your own, and remained silent. He only spoke again once both your cones of ice-cream were long gone. “Because I believe you deserve an answer.”

“And what is your answer?” You weren’t going to lie. You hoped with all your heart that it would be mutual.

“No.”

Quite thankful he wasn’t looking at you, you blinked off a few tears.

“I don’t think I can like you the way you like me.” He pronounced the words with such finality. How the hell could you even bring yourself to express any disbelief?

“That’s okay,” you said with a tone too shaky to be concrete. “It’s not like I’m doing all this so you’d reciprocate my feelings you know? Plus, I told you that I’m your friend before anything else.”

You meant it, you really did. But why was it that in that moment, you felt as though you were being torn asunder?

“I’m sorry.”

“So am I.”

•••

Although you did try, it was never quite like how it used to be. Of course, how could it be? This, you realized, was what you were afraid of all along.

You stopped giving him little nothings, as per his request, and gradually, you’ve been spending less and less time with him. This only served to make you notice just how much you’ve depended on Akaashi.

It was unhealthy.

Upon coming across this discovery, you thought it best to cool off for a while – to build from the bottom just as you had planned three months ago. Too often the both of you would pass by each other, and in all those times, you’ve pretended to be preoccupied with something to even notice that he was there; when lunch-break came, you would be out of the room as soon as the bells rang; when class is dismissed, you don’t wait for him and Bokuto anymore; little things like that. The sad part was he didn’t seem to mind. If anything, he seemed relieved.

You knew that avoiding him was for the best, and that it was for the good of you both, but it hurt like hell.

It had to be done, you reminded yourself constantly. It had to be done.

So, two weeks later when you heard him calling out your name just before you went out the classroom for lunch, you froze.

“[Name].” There he was, a rare, dumbfounded look plastered across his face. You thought nothing of it, though. God knew what fucking happened the last time you did.

“Oh AKaashi, what is it?”

He was silent for a few shirt beats. “Bokuto misses having you around during lunch.”

You flashed a rendition of one of his millisecond-smiles at him. “Sorry, I can’t. I have business with the student council.” A lie.

“Tell him ‘Maybe next time.’”

With that, you walked away, quite pissed at yourself for having tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

Once you were in the safety of the bathroom, you locked yourself in a cubicle. God fucking damn it.

It’ okay, you told yourself. Everything is perfectly okay, so stop fucking crying.

You hated yourself for being so weak.

•••

Little encounters like that happened, but eventually subsided in the span of a month. You felt pretty shitty about the whole thing at first, too, but you eventually got used to it. Plus, you still got to hang out with Bokuto sometimes, so life so far was pretty okay. He was fun to be with, especially when you keep on beating him in Mario Kart.

“HNNGGGGGG,” you heard Bokuto beside you.

You took the last turn of the lap, before finally crossing the finish line, Bokuto’s car following soon after.

“Okay, fess up. I know you’re cheating.” He pointed his controller accusingly at you.

Feigning an innocent smile, “Nah, man. You just suck at this game so bad.”

He narrowed his eyes at you before raising his arms in defeat. He, then, retreated to the pantry to get some chips. Upon returning, he threw a bag of Lays at your face. You let it slide, because that’s just the big-ass baby acting up. Before you knew it, though, the air gets thicker between the both of you.

“Have you talked to Akaashi recently?” He asked as he plopped down the couch.

“Not really. Why?” You muttered absentmindedly, whilst stuffing chips in your mouth.

“He’s been weird recently.” You looked at him, only to be met with genuine concern on his face.

“What do you mean?”

“Gah, I don’t know. It’s like he’s really sluggish recently? Like he drained his battery or something. He even skips practice sometimes.” Bokuto scratched his head. “I don’t know.”

“Akaashi? Skipping practice?” Wow, you never thought you’d hear that ever in your life. “I thought I’d sooner see pigs flying high in the sky. Maybe he’s just sick or someshit?”

“Maybe,” Bokuto shrugged. Then, you proceeded to wipe the floor with him in Mario Kart.

•••

You really did think you’ve managed to get over Akaashi Keji, until one afternoon. Class had been dismissed an hour ago, but you were still at school because of a group project. Once you entered the room to get your things, though, that was when you saw him sitting on his chair, slumped over his desk, sleeping.

You could have sworn you felt something in your chest melt.

No, you told yourself. You are not going to go through this all over again.

So, without another word, you grabbed your bags and left. But then, halfway through the exit, you found yourself rooted in your place. You were reminded by what he’d done for you five years ago. Before you could register it, you were already making your way back to the class room.

Along the way, you stoppes by the vending machine to buy him some orange juice, reminding yourself that you had to go before he woke up. It was probably okay, you thought, as long as the two of you didn’t interact.

So just like that, you sat on the table next to his, and watched the warm hues of the sky disappear into the night in the disappearance of the sun and the emergence of the moon. You observed the frail, white clouds that surrounded the moon, and tried to count the stars that encompassed the negative space – all while savoring the comfortable silence you’ve missed so much.

But then, you heard him shift from behind you. That was your cue to leave, but your body betrayed you. It remained still, even as he spoke your name.

“[Name]?”

“Five years ago,” you began with a crass, shaky tone. “You did something for me that no one else did, and it meant the world to me.”

“What?” Sleep was still present in his unusually raspy voice. “What do you mean?”

“You don’t remember, but we used to go to the same school then. I was about to move, and I was so upset about it, so I cried and cried after class, so afraid of what was ahead of me. And you stayed with me.”

You wanted to look back, to see the expression he was wearing at this moment, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so.

“But that’s not why I love you. You always asked me that, remember? I never actually answered, because I didn’t know what to say. In retrospect, you were probably just looking for a reason to not reject me. I realize that now.” You laughed lightly at your own stupidity. “You really are too nice, Akaashi. I love that about you, and everything else. I know it’s fucking clichéd and cheesy, but I love you because you’re you. That’s all.”

Without waiting for his reply, you left.

•••

The next morning, you decided to skip class, because there was no fucking way you’d face Akaashi after that embarrassing confession. In fact, you thought that if the ground could just swallow you up alive, that’d be fucking fantastic.

You didn’t really have anything planned aside from crying into a tub of ice-cream while binge watching old movies. So, naturally, when Akaashi Keiji appeared in front of your doorstep, you absolutely had no fucking clue what to do. In that moment, though, your asshole of a brain told you to shut the goddamned door. So you do.

You felt your heart make numerous attempts to leap out from your chest, as the air seemed to thin all around you. ‘Fuck,’ was the solitary thing that played through your mind that time, as if the situation wasn’t bad enough.

“[Name]-san?” You heard him call from the other side of the door. You didn’t answer.

“I understand that you don’t want to see me, and that it’s selfish for me to even be here, but I would like it if you listened.”

You wanted to cover your ears with your hands, you wanted scream and shout to block out his voice, you wanted to not hear what would follow. But you did none of these things. You remained there, your forehead against the door, fighting back tears that refused to stay unshed.

“I was honestly relieved when you stopped treating me specially, but it didn’t last for long. I found myself missing your company, and maybe that’s because you mean a lot to me, too. I miss the times you would go on and on about every little passion you have, I miss the times you would surprise me with random gifts, I miss the times you would look me in the eyes and tell me that you liked me as if it’s the easiest thing in the world. I’m not like that, [Name]-san. I’m really bad at words, although I try to be as blunt as I can.

“I guess, what I’m trying to say is that I think I might be starting to fall in love with you. I don’t really understand these feelings very well, but what I do know is that the image of you won’t leave my head, especially after you left. I don’t know if this is normal, or if I’m actually going insane, but that’s how it is. And, I would like it if you stopped ignoring me, and took responsibility.”

No matter how hard you tried to fight the goddamned fucking shit-fuck tears, they just kept on falling. You throat felt dry, and you knew if tried to do as much as to speak, nothing would come out.

“I’m opening the door,” you heard him announce. You let him.

The click of the lock resounds through the whole room, and not a second later, his jade orbs find yours. He drew closer, although unsure. Then, he placed his hands on your cheeks, and began to wipe away all of your tears. He didn’t say anything, but that was okay. That was how he is. He wasn’t a man of words, but of action.

After, he diminished the distance between the both of you, but not completely, as if to ask permission. That steady gaze you gave him was all he needed. He planted butterfly kisses on the sides of your eyes, kissing all the pain away.

“Thank you,” he said. “Thank you…” He held you close, wrapping his arms around your body. Then, he kissed your forehead and whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

•••Extra•••

“Lunch?” Akaashi asked you, as you began to chuck all your things in your bag in attempts to fix them.

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” Giving up, you just left your bag on your seat, and grabbed your bento. As you walked beside him towards the hallway, your hand grazed his accidentally. You could’ve sworn his ears turned a few shades pinker. Automatically, a smile found its way across your lips.

Without warning, you intertwined your fingers with his, which only contributed to the growing redness of his face. On your way up, though, you bumped into Bokuto, who – upon seeing your interlocked hands – sported a Cheshire cat-grin.

“HELL YEAH! Up top.” He stretched his hand to you. Then, the both of you share the sweetest of high fives in the history of humanity.

•••

“Akaashi,” you whispered against his lips, but he still wouldn’t wake. So, you tried to untangle yourself from the series of your intertwined limbs. Just as you were about to claim the sweet, sweet fruit that is freedom, an abrupt tug pulled you back into the sheets and into his arms. He held you from behind, as he began to press fleeting kisses on the nape of your neck.

“You do realize that we have class in thirty minutes, right?” you told him, thinking about that terror professor. “I don’t know about you, but I actually don’t want to die yet.”

He only ignored your protests, and continued lave you with feather-light pecks all over your skin.

“Shit,” you muttered, knowing too well you’d be skipping class that morning. You could practically feel his lips curve into a smirk against your skin.

•••

Akaashi was never good with these things. He never actually understood why. Everything was ready, he made sure of it. All that was left was to ask [Name].

He stopped fiddling with his hands, only have them ruffle his hair. Oh god, what should he fucking do?

But then, Bokuto interrupted his train of thought, saying, “Bro, are you still worrying about that? Seriously, just chill. I took care of everything.”

“What.”

Okay, now Bokuto was rethinking and regretting his every single fucking life decision he ever made that has brought him to this point, because holy shit pissed off Akaashi was terrifying.

“Uh.”

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You plopped yourself down on the couch, readying yourself for the next glorious hours you’d spend binge-watching Sense8. You grabbed a bag of chips from your stash, and-

“[NAME], STOP.” It was Akaashi. And, holy fuck, this was the first time you’ve ever heard him raise his voice in the span of your four-year relationship. Bokuto, like the motherfucker he is, then tackled you and stole your bag of chips.

“Uh, okay? What the fuck? Bokuto, give me my goddamned chips.” You struggled to wrestle him off of you. He didn’t budge, though. But with a single tug, the both of you fell on the ground. Bokuto was the one who took the brunt of the fall, considering how you fell on him. So, you took advantage of his moment of agony, and grabbed the bag of chips. You opened the goddamned thing before anyone else could steal it from you, only to discover that there were no chips at all inside. Instead, you found a shit ton of glitter.

You looked at Akaashi in confusion, and he just looked down and facepalmed.

Uh, what?

You continued to dig into the said bag of stripper-dust, until you feel a hard, cube-y thing. You pull it out, only to see silver words engraved on the blue felt-like cover.

You could practically hear your heart beat against your ears, as you proceeded to open the box.

It was a ring.

When you looked up, you noticed that Akaashi has moved from his previous position, and into a kneeling position directly in front of you.

“Will you marry me?”

Oh god. You didn’t know if there was something wrong with you, or if your asshole-brain was just messing with you again, but you start laughing. In between the said fits of laughter, you managed to say, “Most romantic proposal ever.”

Akaashi’s face was redder than it had ever been before, and that was saying something. “It’s all Bokuto’s fault,” he mumbled as he scratched his head.

“But yes. I will marry you.” You smiled at him, before pecking his lips.

“Respect,” Bokuto said, as he sent double pistols and a wink at the both of you.

“I’m revoking your best-man privileges,” Akaashi deadpanned, as he pulled you off of his best friend.

[END]