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Once This is Over • 「A. Keiji」

Summary: After what felt like ages of not being able to hold you, Akaashi can finally wake up next you again.

A/N: I’ve been suffering from some serious writers block with the request for some reason^^ so i decided to try writing something !! the requests are happening,,, eventually lolol

Word Count: 1617

You don’t really remember what happened last night, you’d stayed up working on a paper in hopes of greeting your boyfriend when he came home and yet, somehow, woke up neatly tucked in your bed with your boyfriend, Akaashi, cuddling you like you were a plushie with no recollection of ever seeing him yesterday.

His arm is thrown over your waist, toned muscles laying heavy against you (Keiji never quite stopped working out even after volleyball) as you tried maneuvering towards your phone to check the time - depending on the time you’d have to leave early for class.

“Mmhk,” you hear a groan from behind you, “Stop moving, too early.”

You let out a small laugh at his words but ignore them anyway, opting to reach your arms out again and finally grabbing your phone.

“I said,” he tries to swat your hand away from the phone to no avail, “T’ stop moving.”

“Keiji,” you groan, “Stop being a baby.”

Instead of answering your boyfriend just huffs air into your neck in annoyance causing you to jump at the contact, you slap tap his arm in annoyance before turning on your phone.

“S’ too bright.” He complained, burying his head into your neck.

“Your eyes are closed, Akaashi.” You roll your eyes, he could be such a baby early in the mornings, “Ah, it’s seven, still got some time then.”

“Please,” he slurs his words, “just shh, ‘M sleepy.”

“Oh, really?” You laugh, leaving your phone on the edge of the bedside table you sink back into his arms - earning a happy groan from the editor.

As you two lay in bed for a while, your eyes start to feel heavy with sleep - you laid beside the man you loved under warm blankets, shielded away from the cold air in your room in his arms, the sun leaked from the curtains as the streets began filling with sounds.

You hear him yawn, his eyelashes tickle your back as he blinks and you giggle at the sensation until you feel cold feet resting against your legs.

“You’re warm,” he comments, his voice clearer than before, “Stop struggling, come on.”

“Stop pressing your cold feet against me, Akaashi!” You scold him, you wiggle in his arms a bit more before giving up, he simply wasn’t giving up.

“No good morning?” He teases, you feel his feet press harder against you and you shiver.

“You’ll get a good morning when waking up next to you actually goes well.” You laugh incredulously, you didn’t worry about him taking what you’d said wrong - even if your words were harsh you knew he wouldn’t take them to heart.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Neither of you says anything for a while, you rub your eyes and sigh, you hear another yawn tearing through Akaashi’s throat. You two decide to just bask in the silence - as much silence as there can be in a street like yours for a little while longer. Your classes on Sunday started at a quarter till eight and lasted until twelve, and his shift started at eight and lasted till ten, so this was pretty much the only time you two had together this week and next.

“Thank you,” you whisper, you take his arms and wrap it around your head - taking his hand and playing with his fingers you continue, “for, uh, carrying me to bed.”

“Oh? It’s nothing.” Keiji sits up but doesn’t take his arm away from you, he reaches for a remote before turning on the small TV in your shared room.

“It’s not nothing, though,” you mumble, eyes fixed on the small screen as he flickered through the channels, “it was, well- it was nice but I wanted to surprise you.”

He doesn’t say anything and you look up to his sitting form, he sat there with a blue shirt and oversized pajama pants that didn’t match - his hair was a mess, his eyes were squinted as he tried figuring out what he was watching since he didn’t like putting his glasses on in the morning - he looked like a mess, not like the perfect everyday Akaash Keiji you saw out in the streets and yet, seeing him like this, relaxed and calm with you, you think it’s the best he’s ever looked. Especially with the soft smile that had his cheeks lifting up and taking a red tone.

“Seeing you passed out on the desk was a surprise, trust me,” he laughs, “it was like seeing Bokuto in high school studying for maths again.”

“Hey,” You elbow him, “are you friendzoning me?”

“Maybe,” he teases, his eyebrows raise as he looks down at you, “for all you know me and Bokuto have a secret house in Korea and are planning on leaving this week, he’ll quit volleyball and I’ll become a professional voice actor.”

“Do I get paid for keeping it a secret from the media that you escaped and Kotaru fled the country?”

“No but you get the house and the dog.”

You let out a loud laugh at his serious expression causing Keiji to break character and smile at you.

“Whew, anyway as much as I’d love to stay and hear about your plans to abandon me and our dog for your best friend,” you try peeling his arm off but he didn’t budge at all, his smile only growing larger the more you struggled, “I’ve got classes.”

“It’s Saturday,” he rolls his eyes at, “your classes are tomorrow.”

“It’s not- it’s not Saturday,” you furrow your eyebrows, “it’s Sunday.”

Emerald green eyes catch yours, the soft morning sun reflecting on the green sea in his eyes, and you would’ve drowned in them if he hadn’t been looking at you like you were crazy. In response, you reach out for your phone once more - letting his arm fall from your embrace, Keiji sits himself up once more and leans over to watch over you - you unlock your phone and sure enough; Saturday, seven thirty something.

“Huh… I could’ve sworn it was Sunday.” You mumble, you remember checking your phone last night and seeing it was Saturday.

“Maybe you got the days mixed up.” He suggests.

“Yeah, maybe.” You let your phone fall down besides your pillow before turning around and snuggling up to Akaashi, gripping his shirt tight as you hugged him.

He laughs a bit at your actions, it’d been some time since you two had been able to lay besides in bed together while, well, awake - normally you had classes and he had work in the morning, only arriving late into the night.

“How was work yesterday?” You ask once he’s settled on the sports channel (they were airing a MSBY match from yesterday Akaashi had missed).

“Not great,” he sighs, his free hand comes to mess with his hair before falling into his lap, “the new intern, Haruto, accidentally got half of the files on his computer deleted. Basically half of his work, gone, just like that- I had to spend the whole day talking with tech to see if we could get back the scans or- or something, turns out Haruto can’t organize his files but man is he good at deleting them.”

You laugh at his rant, he’d talk about Haruto often, an intern he’d been assigned who had a knack for getting into trouble and dragging your boyfriend along with him.

“I’m hoping yours was better.” He raises his eyebrows and looks down at you.

“Oh, definitely. I managed to finish the first few assignments, only got this one,” you gesture towards your desk, “and a project before I’m done. Should be easy from here on, I think.”

As you go on about your assignments, Keiji lays his head on yours - his cheeks pressed against your hair as you ramble about your stupid partner who you found out had been ditching class - as he listened to you talk. He could feel his breath even out and his heart calm down into a steady, relaxing rate. It wasn’t often that you two could be together like this and he planned on enjoying this as much as he could.

As much as the black haired man wanted to complain about not being able to be with you more often, how it’d put a strain in your relationship, he found himself appreciating you more and more; now that you weren’t there often he realized how important you were to

him. He knew this schedule wasn’t forever, and lord was he thankful - he didn’t think he’d be able to live forever seeing so little of you -, he was getting a promotion later this year and you’re graduating from your final year at the same time, he couldn’t wait for your schedules to be coordinated but for now he liked the way this was going. This last few months had made him appreciate being able to do the mundane things with you, like waking up early in the morning only to stay in bed to be with each other, leaving notes on the door and bedside tables for the other, cooking food and enjoying the others cooking even when they weren’t there to eat with you. He realized how much you lightened up his life, because it was days like these where his heart felt the lightest and happiest, so he’d treasure them and the feelings they brought.

He knew that mornings like this were only in passing and that one day you’d look back at them and wonder how you did it. Because once these days go by and are lost to time, he’ll make sure there will be no need to treasure these rare moments - he’ll make them daily.

night dreamer

pairing: akaashi keiji x reader

quick drabble, a little angsty

You’re not really sleeping, but Akaashi thinks you are. 

Akaashi thinks a lot. When he whispers to you at night, you can’t help but listen. He talks about everything and anything; work, the cats he meets on the way to work, the nice old ladies who offer him gifts on the way home. He prays that his co-workers will make his life easier, just this once. He thinks about his old teammates a lot, he even misses being on a team sometimes, but he thinks he finds adulthood more straightforward and he likes that he has you. 

You make sure to lay still and keep your face relaxed, even when he says something unintentionally funny, you pinch yourself if you must to keep from laughing. 

Sometimes he comes so close that his breath fans across your face and you wonder if he knows you’re really awake. 

You never say anything in the morning and he never asks. 

When he whispers things which are too personal or painful, things he may not really want you to hear at all, you try to sink into darkness for his sake–into that moment where awareness and certainty isn’t tangible, so when you wake up the next day you cannot tell if his words were dream or reality. You can’t alway quite grasp it, however, and there are days where you find yourself walking around feeling riddled with his secrets. 

(It feels almost like a punishment, the recurring dream you have on nights where you feel guilty. 

He is alone, so alone and you cannot reach him. You try to hold him with ephemeral arms only for them to pass right through him. Your vanishing voice calls out for him, but he cannot hear. It’s in the moment where your fingers pulse as though they’re filled with fire, that if you reach out in that instant you’ll be able to touch him–that’s when you wake up. 

The next day, you always hold onto him tight, like he’ll disappear if you let go for even a moment.)

You’re very close to sleep tonight, if he had only waited a few minutes more you wouldn’t have heard. His murmurs are filled with affection and promise, you become conscious at the end of one of his musings. 

“…When we marry, I’ll take care of you. You’ll never have to worry about anything as long as I’m here.”

Against your will, your eyes pop open, and Akaashi’s deep blue orbs are right there, staring back at you. 

You’ve always found it funny how he exhibits shock; his facial expression doesn’t change at all, though sometimes when he’s particularly surprised his eyes might widen just a fraction, he doesn’t move a muscle as though he were a prey animal at the mercy of its predator. What gives him away is how he basically stops breathing, his chest constricts and the air blowing through his nose hastens its pace as he begins to lose air capacity. 

When he recovers, the sound of him inhaling is rather deep, “Did you hear?”

You nod, “I’m sorry.”

His tone is careful, hesitant, “Is it–does it sound like something you want?”

“Did you mean it?”

A look of offense sweeps past his face, he reaches out to brush away the tinges of sleep in your eyes, “Of course. Every word.”

Your hand cups his chin, thumb stroking the underside of it admiringly as though he were made of precious stone, and you lean in to kiss him. 

“I can’t wait.”

☾ the witching hour

☾ decision: open bedroom

☾ warnings: f!reader, mention of drinking games

☾ word count: 1.9k

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