This One Is Good Too

This broke my heart 🥺

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Summary: If Nishinoya knew that this would be the last time he walked you home, maybe he would've walked slower

Type of fic: Angst

A/n: How to write something that isn't angst

Kiyoko this, volleyball that, cancelling plans because of volleyball practice, cancelling plans because his team has a bonding day.

Would it be too much to ask if you were part of his life?

When you agreed to his confession, agreed to be his, you thought he would at least make time for you.

It seems like nothings changed from when you were friends, except for fawning over Kiyoko a little less than before.

"Yuu? Did you want to go on a date later after school?" You had come all the way to his classroom to ask him, borderline beg him for some of his attention.

You supported his passion for volleyball, but a line has to be drawn somewhere, especially when he'll always apologize for the same reasons, sprinting to where you stood outside the restaurant, had been standing for hours, just to apologise and promise it would be the last time.

"Oh sorry y/n, I have practice tonight." He's grinning sheepishly, clearly aware that this isn't the first time he's cancelled on you.

Suddenly you feel everyone's eyes on you, some pitying, some filled with concealed laughter, this had been the third time this week.

"Oh." Your smile is strained as you try and look apologetic, forcing the negative feelings down so they don't show up.

But something must've shown, because Nishinoya flinches.

"You could watch practice and I'll walk you home?"

Its better than nothing you decide, and nod before heading back to your class.

There's a feeling you can't shake, and you help help but think you deserve someone better, someone who might actually give you the time of day instead of brushing you off and or giving a useless attempt at mending things back together.

The feeling only grows when you see him showing off for Kiyoko, instead of you. His partner, sitting right in the stands as he flirts with her, using sweet words he would never use with you.

His practice ends, you having spent it thinking that you deserve someone better than somebody who would forget you despite inviting you to practice.

"Yuu!" He left the gym before you, talking with Tanaka about something, having completely forgotten you.

He looks around for a second, before spotting you, face draining of colour as he realizes what he's done.

Tanaka sends you a a look of pity and tells Nishinoya he'll see him later.

Nishinoya walks up to you, hand rubbing his neck sheepishly.

"Did you want me to walk you home?"

Even though you nod 'no' a little upset with him, he still walks you home.

Its silent and the only sounds you hear is the sound of your shoes on pavement. The silence lasts all the way to your house the sound of shoes stopping as you halt right before you get to your driveway.

"Yuu, we need to talk." Your throat feels like it's filled with cotton.

He makes a sound of question and you take that as a sign to to continue.

"I just think, maybe we're better off as friends? Because whatever we're doing certainly dosent feel like dating."

He sighs and nods.

The air isn't tense or sad, it feels like normal, like nothings happened.

"I did care about you y'know?" He shrugs and his breath creates a white cloud in the winter air.

"I know, maybe it's just the wrong time."

He nods, and it feels more like a business transaction than anything until Nishinoya speaks again.

"If I had known this was going to be the last time I would've walked slower." His voice cracks and you can see his eyes welling with tears.

You reach out your hand to wipe the tears falling down his face and you sniff, trying to keep your own tears at bay.

Emotions that you had buried deep coming to surface.

"Hey, it'll be ok. We'll be ok Yuu." His name feels foreign in your mouth, were you allowed to call him Yuu as you broke his heart.

He nods and croaks out something about needing to leave, his head is bowed as he speed walks away, and you realize he only pushed you away because he was scared of getting too close.

Nishinoya tries to avoid you at school after that, too scared to look you in the eye and expose his broken heart.

It hurts when you realize it's all over

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eleven: “it’s nothing really” – akaashi keiji

☆ genre: fluff

☆ warnings: none

☆ word count: 0.5k

☆ nonsense: happy belated birthday to akaashi!! i’m nearly a week late but we’ll just gloss over that.

for the most part, akaashi’s winter birthday seems to have followed the same routine as any other celebration. a couple of fellow classmates may have wished him a happy birthday here and there – some even baring small gifts – but nothing had really deviated from the ordinary.

though this was the typical birthday treatment the male had grown accustomed to over the years, something just didn’t sit right with akaashi. like the eerie calmness before a big storm. 

now that he took some time to mull it over, akaashi realizes how he hasn’t seen anything of you, or bokuto, or any of the team for that matter – it was unusual; peculiar. even when he went to unlock the door to the volleyball club room, the lock seemed to have already been tampered with. 

nonetheless, akaashi proceeds – being sure to keep his guard up if there were intruders lurking around; however, there are in fact no intruders.

the birthday boy is only met with silent space and the chill flowing inside.  

at first glance, the room just seems to be pretty dark and mysterious – just the standard, old club room he would think. though when the lights flicker on, akaashi meets something much more than an empty space. 

“surprise!”

hidden figures emerge from their secret spots, and every one’s bright smiles and sparkling eyes illuminate the room. though yukie’s hungry focus seems to be on the beautiful cake you had picked up from the family-owned bakery down the street – where you and akaashi had gone on your first date. 

while akaashi may have pulled together the clues hinting at his “surprise birthday bash” – in bokuto’s words – what he was least expecting was all of this. all the refined, little details seem to utterly astonish the male, leaving him speechless under the door frame. 

akaashi notes all of his favorite foods placed on the little table wedged in the corner beside yukie. and while they’re tough to see behind taller members of the team – like washio and onaga – your boyfriend doesn’t fail to notice the pictures of past memories hung up on the back wall with pretty lights. 

with a little help from kaori, you manage to pop right up and fling yourself in the birthday boy’s direction. “happy birthday keiji,” you wish, wrapping your arms around your the male’s neck. his once shocked expression melts with warm, content tones. 

“did you really do this for me?” he ponders, earning himself a simple, small nod from you in addition to the rest of his teammates. 

blueish-green eyes shift their focus back onto you, clinging onto akaashi’s body like a koala bear. “you guys really didn’t have to do all of this,” he expresses, a satisfied smile shifting onto his face. 

“don’t give us too much credit buddy,” bokuto comes forward, reaching a hand out to ruffle the birthday boy’s dark hair, “(y/n) was the one pulling all the strings.” 

you step back – out of akaashi’s hold – barely able to hold any eye contact with your boyfriend. “it’s nothing really,” you humble yourself, concealing some of that true sense of pride, “we all chipped in a little.“

your boyfriend collects you back in his embrace, whispering his “thank you” into the crook of your neck. meanwhile the rest of the team, lead by their captain, invite themselves in for a group hug – making akaashi’s winter birthday so much warmer.

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Akaashi Keiji x Reader

Rated: SFW — Angst

Author note: lmao, good luck with interpreting this. If you have any troubles with the latim terms pls hmu.

Warnings: impaired mental state, hallucinations and illness.

Foramen magnum 

With your closed eyes, you could see him.

The ethereal features were engraved in the back of your mind: the ice-cold blue eyes, the placid face and the raven locks crowning his head. The portrayal of perfection.

"What are you thinking of?" The male laying by your side asked.

"Nothing important, actually." You replied, trying to diverge his attention. Your skin prickled under his touch, fingers caressing the flushed complexion of your cheeks. It didn't sparkle, though.

"It doesn't seem unimportant if you're shedding a tear or two, sweetheart." The man pointed out, slightly worried. A pang was felt in the back of your head.

It felt like a heresy to say he wasn't important. How could you dare to say it, when his name alone was enough to give reason to your entire existence?

"I'm just being weird, don't worry about me, love." You opened your eyes to see his unabashed features, words rolling out of your tongue like honey.

His mouth curved in a light beam, eyes softening at sight of you. The moment felt static, as if time stopped only for you two.

Laying in a bed of flowers and greens, the homey scent hanging in the air, everything felt right.

And the realization settled within thoughts in a dreadful sensation.

Your mind went frantic, heart missing a beat when the breath hitched in your throat.

Hands took a hold of your shoulders, shaking your body while. Pleas went deaf inside of your ears and all your mind could register was the ruffling of ash-blond locks.

Konoha Akinori wasn't Akaashi Keiji.

Ictus cordis

The touch soothed your nerves and you could feel your heart calming inside your ribcage.

You stared lovingly at him, taking into the peaceful face; closed eyelids hid the eyes you loved the most and his pale complexion melted into the bed of feathers.

The world was white canvas and he was the only one to bring colors into it.

Fingertips ran in the expanse of your flesh, painting your body with invisible fire. The tender gesture was enough to make you feel like the most loved person in existence.

With the simple act, your heart swelled and its pace quickened within your chest.

"Why don't you sleep, angel?" Hand caressed your torso, ghosting over your ribs.

"If I close my eyes, I won't be able to see you, Keiji." You meekly responded, afraid of tainting the scenery.

"But you can't really see me, angel. Not with these orbs of yours, it is." The low tone blared inside your mind as his figure vanished in the front of your eyes.

The product of your imagination was cruel, yet, what hurted the most was the heart pounding against the left corner of your ribcage.

Akaashi Keiji wasn't real.

Delirium tremens

Stillness became a welcoming feeling.

After being in silence for so long, loneliness turned out to be an excellent company — so excellent you could ignore the other presence inside the room.

"Why won't you look at me?" The unknown guest asked.

You refused to look at anything other than the white wall in front of you. You were too tired to interact with people. Why would you, when the pitying glances did nothing to help your state?

"Angel?"

The voice broke the static lullaby, wrecking the peace you unwillingly built within the last months.

It couldn't be, could it?

Looking at the far corner of the room, there he was. Black hair and blue eyes, aiming at you with the softness you saw only once, in the eyes of another man whose name you couldn't remember.

Your lower lip quivered as emotion overtook you.

Keiji smiled.

Overneath the hospital bed, your body shook.

"Haven't you missed me?" The man asked, tilting his head.

You closed your eyes and left out a ragged breath. He disappeared once again.

The idea of Akaashi Keiji wasn't good for you.

— and yet, you couldn't ignore the void as your body crashed in abstinence.

How could you miss someone that never existed?

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akira reacting to a (eventual) S/O that beats the phantom thieves in finding the treasure at palaces, like they always show up near the end to just give them the palace's treasure smugly or clear out all the shadows in the palace right before the PTs actually enter the palace? sorry if it's a bit confusing!

I’m pretty sure this isn’t the direction you expected me to take this but darkness my old friend paid me a visit :^)

“That was far too dangerous!”

“You should be thanking me!”

Shouts and defences fired back and forth as you and Akira argued in the safe room.  Stuck to the sides, the rest of the Phantom Thieves wore varying grimaces and frowns under their masks as they spectated the fight.

“We need to stick together in Palaces–how many times do I have to repeat myself?  This is a team!” the onyx-haired male practically snarled in frustration.

A scoff left you as you snubbed your leader before retaliating, “I can handle these small-fry on my own!  I already cleared us a path to the treasure so why can’t you just admit I’m doing a good job?”

“Am I supposed to be proud?  Just say "oh, nice job” while you throw yourself into danger?  There’s no way I’m anything but worried sick about you!“ Joker threw his hands up in exasperation.

"I can take care of myself!” you growled.

“Oh really?” the male responded as his pupils narrowed dangerously. “Then you can take care of yourself by yourself from now on.”

A collective gasp left the remaining members of the team as they processed Akira’s words.  Your own mouth opened in silent astonishment before it flapped in an attempt to make a comeback.

“Wait, what?” was all you could come up with.

Your regret, however, was far too late.  Akira had already turned his back to you and approached the others with a neutral air and discussed further plans for the Palace.  The other thieves were clearly uncomfortable, but stayed out of the personal dispute.  You tried to call out to the male, but all you received in return was the back of Akira’s black trench coat.

baseball

pairing: inumaki toge x gn!reader

the crack of impact rings in your ears as you watch him drop the bat and swiftly make it on base. you weren’t sure how to feel about the results of the goodwill event being settled with a baseball game, but seeing the way everyone is letting loose and enjoying themselves instantly changes your mind. not to mention, getting to see your boyfriend in action is a real treat.

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breathe.

⇝ kazuha x gn!reader

⇝ hurt/comfort.

kaedehara kazuha is no stranger to self-loathing. under such a blank exterior, there lies a heart which has been shattered beyond repair; a heart that you have and continue to heal with the love you provide.

kazuha understands. he does.

yet, in his eyes, you are the epitome of perfection. a vessel created in the eyes of a god themselves; what he sees when he looks at you is a star. his star. why is it you look at yourself in such a way? why is it you hate the person he loves, why must you hurt yourself in such a way?

pressing his lips against your forehead, he listens to your cries; with his arms around your waist, kazuha hides you away exactly the way he knows you'd like to be hidden. he holds you close, keeps you safe.

its only when your whimpers silence, when your body stills and your breathing evens out, that he pulls away. all of a sudden, he's too close—he's too close and he's seen too much already, yet you can't bring yourself to pull away.

you're .. tired. exhausted, even. how long had you spent pretending, lying to your loved ones with a smile on your face? this weight that'd been resting on your shoulders for so long is suddenly lifted, there's no more trying, no more lying. not right now.

right now, kazuha holds you close. lets you breathe easy for the first time and hears you out; guilt floods through your system at such a realization, that you'd taken advantage of his kindness, bothered him and ruined his evening with your tears.

despite the voice in the back of your head, the voice that's been mocking you for what feels like centuries, you hold him closer. in this moment, at this time, and only now, kazuha is all yours.

what breaks the silence is kazuha's cooing, a quiet ' shhh, ' that slips out of his mouth when your tears threaten to slip out once again. you feel his hands slide against your skin, comforting; he exhales, slow and steady, urging you to do the same.

when silence reigns over the two of you once again, you find yourself leaning further away from him; desperate. go back to sleep, is what your mind screams at the samurai, yet his grip only tightens.

" ... kazuha. "

" hmmmm ... "

" kazuha .. "

" i know, angel. "

" kazuha .. i'm— " suddenly there are tears rolling down your cheeks once again. " i'm sorry, i— " yet you're silenced, his lips brushing against your skin, calm, composed. kissing your tears away, he pushes your face into his chest.

" there is nothing you should feel sorry for, my love. breathe. "

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pairing :: akaashi keiji x fem!reader 

synopsis :: after his washing machine calls it quits, akaashi has no choice but to spend an unusual amount of time at your family’s laundromat. somehow he gets caught up in your mess of a life and decides that it’s exactly where he wants to be.

word count :: 9.0k

genre :: strangers to friends to lovers, college!au, laundromat!au, one sided pining but mutual feelings, little bit of hurt/comfort, little bit of angst, ends in fluff

warnings :: swearing, alcohol use (they’re of age), mild partying, implications of a toxic relationship, like one sex joke lol

notes :: happy valentine’s day!! thank u cas ( @aitarose​ ) for the banner its sexc as hell and ur def getting xc for that <33 and if you think its unrealistic how much time akaashi spends doing laundry in this fic, trust me it isn’t. bitches do be living like this (im bitches). 

This morning, Akaashi Keiji’s washing machine broke. At its bare bones, it was an inconvenience—but to him it seemed to be a stressor that would take a few years off his life, at least. He’d forever blame Bokuto for leaving a pile of coins in his pocket, which caused the initial jam in the drain—and left the machine a rattling mess beyond serviceability. 

Imagine, him sitting in the kitchen of their communal home, nursing a coffee made from the press he bought himself for his last birthday, only to be met with the screams and shouts of a tortured metal cage. It made him cringe to think about how much money they’d all have to pitch in to replace it.

However, that was an issue he’d tackle at a later date—right now, Akaashi was more focused on getting his mountain of laundry clean so that he wouldn’t have to wear his sweats from high school to his next lecture. With a mesh bag strapped into his passenger seat, he used his phone to locate the closest laundromat—and lo and behold, he found you. 

The flickering fluorescents of the namesake sign above the door told him all he needed to know about the establishment in which your family owned, it was small and a little run down—but functional and efficient nonetheless. The skid of his shoes could be heard on the checker tile, as he sauntered in—a little disheveled and a whole lot of pissed off. 

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request: megumi and yuuji with a really touchy touchy affectionate s/o but gets easily flustered if you reciprocate their actions please 🥺 — yuuji ver!

pairings: itadori yuuji x touchy! reader

notes: just pure fluff~ i really loved this concept, thank you for the request!

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[2:46 PM] it’s hard to get your hands off yuuji.

you can’t explain where this sudden need to touch him came from. you haven’t always been this way, but the moment you and yuuji began dating, there’s almost never a time where your skin is not on his.

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uh hole-y shit consider my heart broken

concept: being the nanny for atsumu’s children

❥warnings: cheating [fem!reader + atsumu], implied age gap, heavy angst, descriptions of sex, atsumu is kinda a dick

❦note: umm just my very nasty imagination bc id let atsumu use me <33 tee hee 

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This is so pretty!!!

[6:21] . . .

miya osamu loved being a tease. he knew you were only his best friend—one that he couldn’t cross the line with. but whenever he looked at you, he couldn’t stop himself. your eyes almost teased him. it was like you were trying to tempt him into kissing you. or your lips, always a little parted as if making him want to smirk into the kiss.

but he’d shake his thoughts aside, looking away from you to distract himself. you wouldn’t notice, but osamu was really falling for you.

so this fine morning, as the two of you head out to open your co-owned restaurant—onigiri miya, you casually pulled out a box of pocky sticks, snacking on them as the two of you sat in the train together. osamu chuckled at you, calling you a child when you poked your tongue out at him. walking to the restaurant took almost no time, the sun barely rising behind the two of you.

osamu, being the oblivious man he is, didn’t catch you stealing quick glances at him as the two of you talked. his face being perfectly blended with the slight rays of tuscany being shone upon him. his umber hair swept to the side, as his black turtleneck accentuated his steel-blue eyes. he looked at you almost nonchalantly, but still with that small of a smile—you loved teasing him about it, saying, “‘samu, you seriously call that a smile? show yer teeth, you idiot!”

you finally arrived at your restaurant, opening the doors and ready to prep for the day. down to your last pocky stick, you pouted at it. eyes dejected and nose scrunched up almost adorably, you stared at it for a couple of seconds. you brushed your hair away from your face when osamu called out your name from behind the counter, asking why you were still standing there.

he sighed, walking up to you, with an almost 'i’m dead inside’ look on his face. he raised an eyebrow as you placed the pocky in your mouth, your cerise lips almost taunting him to take the other end of the stick. he rolled his eyes, his gaze almost scintillescent as he snatched the stick out of your mouth.

you were about to protest, when he finally lost it. holding your face with one hand, finally placing his plump lips on yours, with the unfinished pocky stick in the other hand. the simple, bucolic, kiss as cars and bicycles drove by right outside your shared restaurant felt more or so magical; osamu chuckled as he placed the pocky stick down on a table—all the while still kissing you.

“i’ve been waiting to do that for a million years,” he muttered without a smile, but a blush clearly giving away that maybe he wasn’t totally heartless.

“well, i’ve been waiting for you to make a move for ten million years,” you huffed, reaching out to the pocky stick, but osamu got to it before you.

“you ate the whole pack. this one’s mine. [grandma/grandpa],” he smirked, putting it in his mouth as he walked back behind the counter, preparing ingredients for today.

“'samu!”

“clean the table, yer pocky was on it!”

miya osamu was your abditory—your hiraeth.

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