mrow

akaashi keiji was currently having lunch with one of his coursemate before their next lecture. 

“oh, yukie! what are you doing here” 

the honeyed voice of a student walking their direction called out. 

“heyy~ rare to see you in the student union instead of the library for once” 

as yukie responds, akaashi briefly raised his head to greet the faceless voice with a small smile. 

cute. he thought to himself before going back to his meal while you and yukie chattered away about the exam season. 

-

that was the extent of your relationship, so then why was he drowning in thoughts of you a month later at 4am during a late library session. 

after that first interaction at the student union, he’s been noticing you around the library on a daily basis. whenever you’d made eye contact, you’d send him the sweetest smile he’s ever seen with a big wave in his direction. 

sometimes your not even sat in the same area, but it has now become a habit for him to go out of his way to look for you whenever he’s in the university’s library. 

you’d usually arrive at the library at 10am during the semester, however you’ve been coming earlier and earlier, arriving as early as 8am on some days. 

well it makes sense, it is exam season after all, and the library would be filled up by 10am. 

wait, this is creepy. 

akaashi began to reflect on his detailed knowledge of your schedule despite never having a proper conversation with you before. 

quickly glancing at the corner of the computer screen, the clock displays 5:54am. 

it’s turning 6am soon, i’ve spent the past two hours thinking about someone i’ve never even spoke to before. 

sighing to himself, he takes a deep breath before finally returning to work, addressing the egregious amount of tabs he had open.

not before he heard someone entering his usual area. 

who in their right minds would be here this early? akaashi wondered, forgetting that he had arrived 2 hours prior. 

as the footstep grew closer, you perk up noticing a familiar pair of glasses peaking above the computer screens.

“hey akaashi! i knew you’d be here, i brought you a cup of coffee cause i noticed you’d always get one when the cafe opens”

you greeted him, walking in his direction with two cups of hot coffees in your hands, setting them down on the usual desk he was situated on. 

he was gobsmacked, flabbergasted. 

you walked in at 6am, after he’s been thinking of you for the past 2 hours, holding what he could only assume was homemade coffee, since no coffee place would be open before the crack of dawn. 

you continued looking at him with your usual sweet smile. he stared back at you and the coffee you brought with his jaws ajar. tilting your head in confusion, as akaashi continues to process the scene unfolding before his eyes. 

“are you.. an angel?”

akaashi was about 55% sure you were a hallucination and he had accidentally fell asleep and started lucid dreaming. i mean you guys never even spoke to each other before, could you blame him? 

fortunately, you grounded him back on earth, as you laughed in his face.

“come on, it’s not that big of a deal. i always make my own cup of coffee before coming anyways, making another cup for a hardworker like you isn’t too much work” 

half way through your reply, akaashi came to the fact that you were indeed very real, and that was the first thing he’s ever said to you. 

trying his best to ignore his embarassment he tries to redeem himself to save whatever pride he had left. 

“i’m sorry about that, thank you so much for the coffee, you really didn’t have to but i greatly appreciate it”

“no problem! i hope you enjoy it!”

you flashed him a wide smile, that was brighter than any other he ever received from you. he felt his heart palpitating at this interaction, mentally blaming it on the caffeine, before he realises he hasn’t had any.

“if you don’t mind me asking, why are you here so early?” 

ignoring his heart beat that has increased to alarming rates. he asked about your deviation from your usual schedule. 

weird that you know that keiji. he mentally berates himself before listening to your reply.

“actually ive been came earlier in hopes of being able to see you..”

looking bashful, you confessed the reason that you were here 2 hours earlier than usual. 

now, akaashi may be sleep deprived, but spending the majority of his university career decoding symbolisms of love and romance in modern literature did teach him a thing or two. 

he was aware that he’d be stupid to not ask you out right now. and so he did,

“hey, if you don’t mind, do you wanna grab breakfast together later at the cafeteria? my treat, as thanks for the coffee” 

“is this a date?” 

“um… yes?” 

akaashi’s life flashed before his eyes at this point. thousands of thoughts crossed his mind in matters of milliseconds. 

why did she ask that. why did i say ‘yes’. and why would i phrase it like a question, at least be confident if you were going to say ‘yes’. i hope she didn’t ask cause she’s already taken. this feels like gambling.

before he could dig himself a bigger grave for his thoughts, you flashed him another one of your bright wide grin. 

“i would love to grab a breakfast date! is 8am good?”

all akaashi could do was nod, as you took your cup of coffee, sending him your typical smile before walking away. 

gambling rocks. akaashi thought to himself, before accepting that his report would not be written any time soon. 

-

bonus:

“oh, yukie! what are you doing here” 

you walked up to your senior who was eating lunch with a young black-haired man. 

as you conversed with yukie, the man briefly glanced at you sending a polite smile before returning to his food. 

“last orders!” you said, cleaning up after the salary man who just left. 

the last customers were a elderly couple who often came for dinner. living a few blocks away from the store allowed them to visit frequently, making them one of the common faces in onigiri miya. 

you turned around and walked towards their table, asking for a final time if they wanted or needed anything before closing time. 

“efficient as always mrs. miya” 

“haha, thank you for your high praise, however i’m not a miya” 

the woman looked surprised, as her husband calmly sips on the last bits of his green tea getting ready to leave. 

“your not? i’m pretty sure the owner said you were his wife?” 

this time you were the perplex one, looking down to your fingers to make sure you didn’t forget marrying your boyfriend.

raising your hand to show your empty ring finger, you felt another pair of hands wrap around the half raised arm, putting it back down by your sides. then you heard a voice from behind you. 

“we just got married last month, so she’s still getting used to the new surname”

turning around you look at osamu, who was still holding your hands with a small mischievous smile on his face. you shoot him an inquisitive look, before returning your attention to the customers packing up to leave. 

before you could correct his blatant lie, the woman  chuckled. “fufufufu, you should’ve told me so earlier, enjoy being a newlywed while you can” 

the woman shot you and your boyfriend a sweet smile, as her husband helps her put on her coat. 

giving up on clearing up the misunderstanding, you escorted them to the exit. 

before leaving the store the woman’s husband handed you some cash which you assumed to be a tip.

“consider it our wedding gift to you” 

surprised by the reasoning, you tried to explain and clear up their misconception of your relationship with the owner. 

“oh, we’re not actuall—“ 

“thank you so much for your blessings! we’ll see you next time!” 

osamu cuts you off, grabbing your hand from behind again to wave the elderly couple off, wishing them a safe journey home with a wide grin on his face. 

you glanced at your boyfriend, as he shamelessly walks back into the store. you followed him in, locking up after entering, shooting him another glance just to see him cleaning up his station like he didn’t just lie to get extra money. 

“did you just propose to your employee at work? i’m pretty sure that’s an abuse of power mr. miya. wouldn’t want your business license getting suspended now would you?” 

breaking your silence, you decided to question him on the events that transpired in the last 5 minutes.

“i don’t know what your talking about my dear?” 

“you just lied to our regulars!” 

you heard the grin in his voice as he replied. 

“our? i’m pretty sure this place is called onigiri miya, so for them to be OUR regulars, you must be a miya” 

“hmmmm, i don’t see a ring on my finger” 

laughing at your response, he exercised his rights to remain silent. little did you know about the cake, bouquets, and engagement ring waiting for you at home, along with marriage filing documents he’d already signed. 

-

a few months later, the regular elderly couple was back. 

“mrs. miya, still as efficient as ever” 

“thank you as always, i don’t deserved your high praise ma’am”

she chuckled in response “fufufu, i see you’ve gotten used to your new name.” 

you flushed at her observation, not bothering to clear up the misunderstanding from before. as you sheepishly scratched your head flashing the glittering ring osamu proposed with. 

“holy shit, is that really him?” 

you hear someone say behind you and your hunk of a boyfriend. you notice another athlete looking at bokuto with sparks in his eyes. 

you nudge bokuto with your elbow, gesturing to the man stood behind him. he instantaneously turned his attention to you, interrupting the conversation he was having with the manager. 

you saw bokuto’s eyes lit up with recognition as he saw the rising volleyball athlete who looked at bokuto with equal amounts of excitement.

“i’ve been wanting to meet you, your winning spike in the college volleyball nationals was so cool!” 

the younger athlete jumps up and down matching your boyfriend’s tension. “i’ve been a fan of you since your high school matches!! i can’t believe you saw my game!”

“don’t get too proud yet, you still have a long way to go before ever reaching my level!” bokuto said rubbing his nose proudly, obviously basking in the attention and admiration he’s receiving. 

you zoned out a little, as they talked about what they’ve been up to, training regimes and future plans. you suddenly felt a thick pair of arms pulling you in. 

“and this is my wonderful, gorgeous, talented partner” bokuto said before smothering you with a big fat kiss on the lips. 

you and the other athlete turn bright red at bokuto’s actions, before you sheepishly apologised for his actions. 

-

apparently the athlete was vlogging the entire time, as you saw a clip of your kiss on twitter the next day. 

the replies included: 

“introducing her like he doesn’t run his official account like a whole fan page dedicated to his lover” 

“im not jealous… anabelle get them”

“may this kind of love kidnap me”

someone had quote retweeted the clip with “@.bokuto.k could you post a step by step breakdown on how you managed to bag that baddie?” 

the tweet went viral, to which bokuto replied with: 

giVE ME YOUR SOUL AND MY LIFE WILL BE YOURSSSSS

do you know what youtube video i think should’ve been longer? the absolute masterclass of an upload by pokémon challenges: the run and bun video