My Love, Keiji 💕

keiji akaashi x reader

SYNOPSIS you meet the cute boy from the bakery again, to return the coat he borrowed you, but it goes a little differently than you’d anticipated.

LOVE WITH FLOUR AND A PINCH OF SALT ♡

it’s been three hours since you were last at the bakery, three hours since your ‘incident’ happened, and three hours since you met the cutest boy ever.

and in those three hours, you haven’t been able to get your mind off of him.

you ran through the downpour, took a well needed shower, aggressively scrubbed your skirt in an attempt to get the stain out, but to no avail, spent two hours rewriting your notes that got trashed earlier.

and all that was on your mind, was the cute boy from the bakery.

you wished you’d gotten his number or something, atleast his name would’ve been nice.

but no, all you got was his jacket.

you lay flat on your bed now, eyes fixed on the now dry jacket— slung over your chair.

you think back on your interaction with him, his eyes were soft, although his brows were slightly furrowed, likely from his boss’s intense reaction to him being late.

his voice was soft, dipping lower when he’d told you where to meet him to give back the jacket.

it’s a voice you’d be able to listen to on repeat, and never get tired of.

you’re trying to remember, that maybe you heard his name being called, by his boss more or less.

but your mind only draws blanks.

you were more focused on cleaning the coffee spill, and on the boy himself, watching him clean the spill on your table with care.

he was cute, really cute. and also really nice, and it didn’t seem like typical customer service behavior, he genuinely seemed like a nice guy, polite too.

he’s basically perfect.

anyhow, you continue with your day, well, evening.

you eat dinner together with your parents, avoiding telling them about your ‘incident’ at the bakery, also careful not to let them notice the trashed skirt, throwing it out very discreetly.

you spend even more time rewriting all your notes, your fingers beginning to grow sore from the amount of time you’ve held a pen between them without a break.

and then it’s already time to go to sleep, which means you’re also closer to meeting the cute boy again.

although this time you won’t be drenched in coffee, or atleast that’s what you hope.

it’s 7:30, five minutes before you need to leave for school, but you’re having another predicament.

how will you take the jacket with you without your parents noticing?

they’re both sitting at the dining table, and they leave later than you do, and there’s no way you’ll be able to get to the door without passing them both.

you hadn’t told them about the encounter with the boy, not in the mood for your mother’s endless prattling about ‘teenage love’ and ‘how cute your generation is’.

so it’d be really weird if you came trudging past with a man’s jacket.

even if you’d run past them and leave the house before they’d ask any questions, they’d ask about it after you’ve come home again anyway.

but you really need to leave for school, and you can’t just not bring the jacket with you.

so you decide on your last option, stuff it in your bag the best you possibly can.

it’s a pretty big jacket, and your bookbag isn’t very large or spacious, so the zipper is seconds away from flying off.

but you successfully got it in, although your bag looks more like a ball than like a bag.

it’ll have to do for these two minutes that you’ll have to pass by your parents, then you can take the jacket out and sling it over your shoulder, not wanting to wrinkle it, nor destroy your bag.

they’ll definitely question why your bag looks like a ball, but you can use the excuse of needing lots of books today, and that you brought a sweater with you.

they do exactly what you expected, commenting on the abnormal size of your bag, but you mutter something about nearly being late so they’ll let you go in peace.

and thankfully, they do.

you quickly tug on your shoes, check your hair and makeup one last time, and off you go.

bag slung over your shoulder, a small pep in your step, extremely excited but also extremely nervous to meet the cute boy again.

you think it’s fascinating how you’ve never seen him before, maybe you have, but it didn’t stick.

anyways, you walk to school with too many thoughts in your mind, some good, some bad, and some completely irrelevant to the others.

does he think you’re an idiot? his smile was adorable, i’d like to see it more often, his voice was nice to listen to, what if i ruined everything with that horrible first impression? what should i get at the cafeteria today? what will i say when i meet him again?

your mind runs a mile a minute, overthinking all possible scenarios to seeing him again, and returning his jacket.

you’re too deep in thought to notice you’d already arrived at the school gates, barely any students there— except for him.

he stands near a bush, hands clasped together and looking around his surroundings. a content expression on his face, although not quite smiling.

that is, until he sees you. the corners of his mouth tugging upwards slightly, almost barely noticeable. but it’s definitely there.

his hair looks neater now, not damp and messy like yesterday.

he’s clad in the fukurōdani uniform, grey blazer, striped blue tie, white dress shirt and black slacks. his bookbag slung over his shoulder, just like you and literally everyone else.

you jog over to him, jacket in hand and a nervous smile on your face.

‘hi! um— here’s your jacket! thanks again for letting me borrow it, and for helping me clean up that mess.’ you laugh awkwardly, holding out your hands to give him the jacket.

‘hi, it’s no problem, really. you looked like you could use some help back there.’ he smiles, your hands brushing as he takes the coat back from you.

‘yeah— and your name is? i hope you don’t mind me asking.’ you mutter, scratching the back of your neck to make it less awkward than you make it be.

‘keiji akaashi, class 2-6, i’m also a member of the volleyball team.’ akaashi? that sounds oddly familiar, was it the name being called by the lady at the bakery? how did you not catch that was his name all along?

you seriously spent a whole eighteen hours calling him the ‘cute boy from the bakery’ in your mind, when you knew his name all this time.

never mind that, you have his name. his full name matter of fact, and it suits him so well. a pretty name for a pretty boy.

‘ah, it’s nice to meet you, akaashi. i’m y/n l/n, class 2-4.’ his name rolls off your tongue so smoothly, like you were meant to say it all your life.

you clutch the strap of your bag like it’s a lifeline, the anxiety swirling in you increasing every second.

‘likewise, i’m sure i’ll see you around more often.’ he smiles softly, ‘yeah! i’ll make sure to say hi when—‘ your sentence gets cut short when someone bumps into you, rather harshly.

you stumble foward, and nearly trip. right into his arms.

and your lips come in contact with eachother, more than just brushing against eachother.

his lips are soft, really soft. exaclty what they look like, not that you’d been looking though. that’s weird.

his hands are on you, one on your arm and the other on your waist, steadying you from your fall.

you both pull your faces away as quickly as humanly possible, although you don’t remove your hands from his chest yet.

‘are you alright?’ he asks, voice soft and laced with concern, slightly loosening his grip on you. ‘huh- yeah i’m fine! sorry about that,’ you titter, giving him the most reassuring smile you can.

‘don’t apologize to me.’ he says firmly, glancing at the guy you bumped into you. squinting his eyes when said guy looks back at him.

you nod, now pulling your hands off of him and taking a step backwards, to not make it even more awkward.

you hope no one saw, but that thought quickly dissipates as someone calls out to the boy infront of you, rather loudly.

‘AKAASHI!’ akaashi looks to the direction his name was being called, and his face slightly drops when he sees who it s.

‘bokuto-san, you’re early.’ he deadpans, voice now lacking the softness that he gave you.

‘well— i thought i’d come by a little earlier today, is that so wrong?!’ the boy with frosted tips exclaims, his facial expression as loud as his words.

you glance between akaashi and the bokuto guy, wondering if these polar opposites are friends.

‘anyway, enough about me. what were you guys doing?!’ oh god, he saw the closeness between you and akaashi, didn’t he?

‘nothing, someone bumped into her and i managed to catch her.’ you wince at akaashi’s bluntness, it’s like he changed personalities all of the sudden.

‘hm, okay then. must’ve seen that wrong!’ bokuto brushes it off, thankfully. ‘so.. it wasn’t a kiss then?’ he blurts out, not even twenty seconds after claiming he saw it wrong.

‘no, it wasn’t.’ you both say in sync, your voice high pitched and cracky, and his shyer. lacking the bluntness from earlier.

you notice the way he’s shying his face away from you two, hiding the pink that’s creeping up on his cheeks.

‘okay, i believe you!’ it’s funny how gullible this bokuto guy is.

you don’t even know if it was a kiss. it seemed very close adjacent, but then again. it wasn’t intentional, so it doesn’t count, right?

did akaashi think of it as a kiss? surely not, right?

your mind is running a mile a minute, again. still akaashi related thoughts, though.

‘we’ll talk about it later, yeah?’ akaashi whispers in your ear, trying to ignore the intense stare bokuto is giving him, and you.

you nod, smiling at bokuto, who smiles back at you ten times harder.

‘i’ll see you later, y/n.’ bokuto’s already tugging him by his arm, leaving him little room to say a proper goodbye.

you wave, keeping your expression calm like the rest of you isn’t a storm right now.

and now you’re mentally preparing on another ‘confrontation’ with akaashi, although it’s going to be way more awkward than handing a jacket.

a/n: chapter 2 is out! i’m really happy with the ending— and sorry if some things don’t align with chap 1.. i didnt reread that

keiji akaashi x reader

SYNOPSIS keiji makes your birthday a little bit better.

it’s quiet as you sit in your room, only having woken up five minutes ago.

it’s your birthday. the one day in the year that’s about you, the one day people remember to shoot you a ‘happy birthday’ text at midnight, and forget about it for the rest of the day.

when you still lived at home, your parents would always make the day special, really putting you in the spotlight, making you feel important.

but now, as you live alone. yet another year older, you don’t have your parents to celebrate the day with.

they live on the other side of japan, deciding to settle down in a more quiet area, while you reside in the city for your job.

you know they would’ve loved to come around, but your father got stuck at work for the day, and your mother thinks it’s far too long a trip to take alone. and you don’t blame them one bit.

this is the first time you’ll be alone on your day, maybe akaashi would come by in the evening, after he’s finished with work. but that’s all.

he hasn’t texted you yet, you’ve checked your phone five times already. maybe he forgot?

that thought dissipates as soon as you hear the doorbell ring.

whoever is at the door right now, will be greeted by the worst bedhead they’ve seen, and an oversized t-shirt with your boyfriend on it.

you quickly walk to the door, looking at the disaster on your head in the mirror, checking if it’s not too bad. which it is, but you couldn’t care less.

you’re expecting maybe a neighbor, or someone from the post office, but no. as you open the door, you’re greeted by akaashi, who’s panting heavily with red cheeks.

‘keiji? what are you doing here?’ you ask, confused aa to why he’s standing on your doorstep at eight thirty in the morning.

‘i took the day off.’ he says, trying to catch his breath like he ran all the way to your apartment, which he probably did.

‘why?’ ‘for your birthday, dummy.’ he laughs softly, ruffling your hair and planting a kiss on your forehead.

‘you didn’t need to do that y’know.’ you smile, lightly punching his chest. ‘but i wanted to, i know your parents aren’t coming by.’ those words made you frown, your face dropping the slightest bit, and as observant as he is. he noticed.

‘it’s okay, i’m here now. i’ll make today extra special for you, promise.’ he assures you, a warm hand on your cheek as he pecks your nose, thumb swiping away a stray tear that managed to escape.

‘thank you—’ he shushes you with a kiss on your lips, ‘don’t thank me, that’s what i’m here for. now let’s eat some cake, i brought your favorite.’

you nod, taking his hand to pull him into your apartment. closing the door behind you.

‘i’m gonna fix my hair really quick, be back in a few.’ you refuse to sit with him looking raggedy, while he’s neatly dressed, hair perfect and soft, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

he nods, already moving to the kitchen to grab two plates and forks, and filling the kettle to make tea.

you comb through your hair, checking if there’s any grease in it, but thankfully there isn’t.

you put on a more decent outfit, a pair of jeans and a plain shirt, curl your lashes and brush your eyebrows so you don’t look like you just woke up. even if you literally just did.

anyhow, you go back to the kitchen. looking a bit fresher than before.

keiji’s already sitting at the kitchen counter, with two cups of tea and two slices of cake.

‘you look beautiful,’ he says, resting his chin in his hand, blue eyes following you as you walk towards him.

‘you don’t look so bad yourself,’ you chuckle, also sitting down at the kitchen counter. normally it would’ve continued in a debate consisting of ‘you’re prettier,’ ‘no you’re prettier!’ and go on until the end of time, but there’s no way you can waste away a birthday like that.

so instead, you settle for starting to eat your slice of cake. which is noticeably larger than his.

but you get interrupted by his hand on your wrist, effectively stopping you from getting the piece of cake.

‘keiji?’ ‘wait a second,’ he suddenly gets up from his chair, rummages through your cupboards and drawers, and pulls out those small colorful candles you put on a birthday cake, and a lighter.

‘what are you doing?’ you ask, your hand still in the same place as when he held it, not daring to take a bite.

‘you have to make a wish, it’s your birthday.’ he says, grabbing one small candle from the packaging, and placing it on your slice of cake.

‘ready?’ he asks, and you hum in agreement. he lights the candle, and you blow it out in one swift breath.

and the wish you made, may come out one day, and what you wished. is completely up to you.

to sura,

happy birthday dearest sura. today’s your birthday, this day is all about you, and you only.

i’ve only known you for a little while, but it feels like i’ve known you for longer. we’ve had so many conversations about everything and everything, and i love talking with you, it always makes me happy, truly.

words can’t explain how happy i am to call you my friend, i am super grateful to have met you in a comment section under my post, it’s something i’ll remember for life.

what started with me complaining about a broken nail, continued with something more. a really good friendship, and i thank that post everyday.

if i hadn’t posted about that that day, i don’t know where i would’ve been. maybe our paths would’ve never crossed, and this friendship would’ve never bloomed.

but it did, and i’m so happy our paths crossed that day.

a week or two passed, and i found you again. sent an ask, and that’s where it really started.

from february 18th, to march 3rd, and to now. may 5th.

i know i’m sounding repetitive, but i’m so glad to have met you, even if through a screen with thousands of kilometers between us, i’m so happy to call you one of my dear friends.

i hope you enjoy this work i made specially for you, because how could i not.

i wish you the happiest birthday, and to many more years!

katsu always and forever.

i love you 🫶🏻

from kat <3

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akaashi keiji x f!reader

it’s your birthday with keiji as your long distance boyfriend.

wc: 1.4k, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SURA AKAASHI :333

hanoi in may is a humid, suffocating embrace that clings to your skin like a desperate ex-lover, and honestly, you feel it in your bones. it’s your birthday, the sun is blazing over the old quarter, and the cacophony of a thousand motorbikes buzzing through the streets outside your window sounds like a swarm of angry hornets. you’re currently sitting on your balcony, nursing a lukewarm egg coffee, feeling significantly less like a birthday queen and significantly more like a wilted piece of lettuce.

the problem with long-distance dating is the gnawing, persistent ache in your ribcage, the one that makes you want to hollow out your chest and shove a pillow in there just to feel some semblance of warmth. akaashi is thousands of miles away in tokyo, probably doing something annoyingly productive, like analyzing game footage or organizing his bookshelf by color. he texted you a ‘happy birthday’ at midnight, but the silence following it has been heavy, a thick, velvet curtain drawn across the day.

akaashi keiji who is undeniably the moon to your sun.

where you are a bright bundle of joy, outgoing and boisterous, akaashi follows after your light. sometimes, there were others who didn't know how to hold your light and it disheartens you when they regard you with disdain in their gazes. but he never lets you remain dimmed, assuring you that not everyone knows how to regard your light.

akaashi keiji, who is the one that grounds your mind.

bright as you are, that energy sometimes spirals into one where bad thoughts finds its way into your mind. what if keiji is just bearing with you all this time? what if he deals with you like you were a chore?

and yet he would take your hands in his, kissing your knuckles softly and shaking his head as he never lets you finish these thoughts. the only time he willingly interrupts your rambles. "you're never a chore to me." he whispers, "loving you is never a chore, and it is the easiest thing next to breathing for me."

akaashi keiji, whose quiet and calm love is your solace.

you aren't always a ball of sunshine. sometimes, clouds obscure the sun rays and days can go where only gray hues color the skies above. the world can sometimes be cruel to those who are unapologetic at letting themselves shine as they are, and you weren't an exception. you were lucky still to have had him since high school, wiping your tears and letting you stain his shirts with your snot as you cry about your own doubts and the hardships you go through.

his warm hands would be on your cheeks, palms wet from cradling your tear stained skin. then, he will carefully press the gentlest kisses against your eyelids and letting you open up what has been bothering you. the words you can't say are ones he supplies in his own mind, easily understanding your little quirks and the places your thoughts go to.

akaashi keiji, who has been nothing but an honored witness to your eternal shine.

AWWW HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!! i hope you like it and have an amazing day 💗

surprise

akaashi keiji x gn!reader. fluff!!

you didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, but you were very excited for your birthday.

unfortunately, it fell in the middle of the week that year. your sweet boyfriend keiji had to leave early, but he stirred you with a good morning kiss and left your favorite breakfast laid out in the kitchen when you emerged from the bedroom.

it was delicious, of course, but you couldn’t help but with akaashi was there with you.

your phone dinged with little check in messages and cute images from him all throughout the day. unbeknownst to keiji, he’d even provided you with a new phone wallpaper (a cute selfie that he snuck at his desk, his lips tucked into the collar of his sweater and his glasses slightly skewed).

to each one, you spammed heart emojis and “i love yous” that he would heart in return.

a little after lunchtime, you were about to fall asleep on the couch while watching your favorite show when the doorbell rang. after opening the door, you found delivery from your favorite restaurant waiting with a note on the receipt saying “happy birthday. i love you.”

when you texted your boyfriend, he feigned innocence for two texts before giving in and asking you to enjoy your meal.

you promptly fell asleep after finishing the first season, completely missing the soft sound of the door opening and closing. you only came to at the gentle brush of akaashi’s fingers against your face, tracing lines and dotting features.

“good morning,” you mumbled with a sleepy smile, giggling when your boyfriend kissed your nose.

“it’s almost time for dinner. i’m cooking your favorite. want me to wake you when it’s done?”

shaking your head, you let him pull you up and toward the kitchen, when you wrapped your arms around his chest and leaned into his back. you started dozing to the sound of food on the stove and the warmth radiating from keiji’s back before he shifted to transfer the portions onto plates and bowls.

carefully, he shifted to take you into his arms, your chests pressed together now. “sleepy?”

you hummed, smiling when he kissed your head.

together, he walked you to the table and helped you sit before bringing the food and drinks over. as expected, it was delicious.

you ate quick, leaving plenty of time in the night to cuddle up together and start the second season of your show, when akaashi suddenly reached across the table and grabbed your hand. when you looked at him, you caught a shy blush spread across his cheeks.

“kei?”

he gave your hand a squeeze. “wait here.”

you waited as he jumped up and rummaged around the kitchen, hidden behind corners and cabinets. not a minute later, he emerged with hands tucked behind his back.

raising a brow, you asked again. “what is it?”

without another work, akaashi placed a small cake, perfect for two, in front of you. as you were admiring the beautiful frosting work, he carefully dropped a present bag beside it, along with a small bouquet of flowers.

you took the flowers, your favorite type and color, from him with sparkles in your eyes as he said, “they were supposed to be delivered here after you ate breakfast, but i accidentally forgot to change my location to yours. i’m sorry.”

“they’re perfect!” you exclaimed immediately, and they were. “i love them. thank you.”

blushing, akaashi gestured to the table next. “i picked up that one you mentioned a little while ago. the one we tried at bokuto’s? i’m not sure if you’ll like it, so i have emergency cupcakes in the fridge.”

giggling, you took his hand and placed a loud kiss onto the back of it. “you’re too good. this will be perfect!”

when he still hovered, you looked up again and pulled his hand to your chest. “kei?”

“um. i want you to open the gift…”

raising a brow at the continued shyness, which wasn’t necessarily common for your boyfriend, you gently placed the flowers to the side and picked up the baggie.

it wasn’t heavy; if fact, you may have assumed if was empty if not for the abundance of tissue paper inside.

removing it, your fingers froze when they brushed against what felt like a piece of paper wrapped in plastic. tugging it out, your jaw dropped to the floor with the package as you stared at the drawing inside.

it was a small series of images, all hand drawn, all by your favorite mangaka.

flipping through, you quickly realized the story it depicted was the one of you and akaashi. the story of how you met.

of course, in typical manga fashion, expressions were exaggerated and important events were decorated with stars and sparkles, but you read it over and over until your vision began to blur with tears.

at the first sniffle, akaashi had your head against his stomach, arms around your head and fingers in your hair. “do you like it?”

you placed the story delicately into the table to hug him back, twisting so that you could bury your face into his shirt. “there better be a ring waiting for me in the bedroom, akaashi keiji.”

his skin flamed beneath his shirt, and you used the position to pat his butt twice. “i love it. today was absolutely perfect, i promise.” propping your chin on his stomach, you pursed your lips for a kiss. “i love you.”

keiji didn’t hesitate to take your face between his hands and crouch down enough to meet you. “i love you too. happy birthday.”

[ FEATURING ] ― keiji akaashi

[ TAGS / WARNINGS ] ― gn!reader , manager!reader , comfort , subtle affection , akaashi being observant , overworking yourself , gentle concern , emotional comfort

based on this request

you don’t think you stand out much.

you’re just the volleyball team manager clipboard, whistle, water bottles, schedule reminders. always moving, always fixing something before it becomes a problem.

it’s what you’re good at or at least, it’s what you tell yourself.

but someone notices anyway.

akaashi notices everything.

synopsis: akaashi has your routine memorized in his head, and he’s sure of it.

pairing: akaashi keiji x reader

content: fluff, timeskip era, gender neutral reader, slight comfort, my feelings poured into this piece.

you’re really popular at fukurōdani academy.

everyone in the school knows your name, and probably what you look like too.

but akaashi doesn’t like it.

sure he’s happy that everyone likes you, or at least almost everyone.

but he doesn’t like that you’re always swarmed by people the second you’re not in any of your classes.

you could step one foot out of your classroom, and there’d already be ten students around you, offering to carry your bag and offering you water.

it’s not because they happen to be at your classroom fast enough, it’s because they ditch the last ten minutes of class to be at your beck and call first.

or you’re at lunch, munching on an apple with people surrounding you, watching really intently how you eat an apple, like they’ve never seen a girl eat an apple before.

he doesn’t get it.

he doesn’t get why people have to be around you all the time, even if it’s just breating the same air as you.

yes you’ve got the whole package, you’re pretty, smart, unbelievably funny, and you’re so nice. you would barely hurt a fly.

but he’s a little blind sided considering he’s your boyfriend of three years. of course you’re the prettiest girl to him, you always have been.

and he knows how lucky he is to have you, considering almost every student at school would kill to date you.

your locker is always filled with love letters, with undying confessions in them that are a little too extra.

‘keiji, catch everything that’s about to fall out of my locker.’ you tell akaashi, taking a breath before opening your locker in a swift move.

you’d been sick at home for the past two days, so the regular amount of letters you get, have tripled.

there are a lot, of envelopes. and akaashi manages to catch most of them with the trash bag he’s holding, no other bag would fit this many letters.

and along with too many letters, there’s also a handful of plushies. ones that you will be keeping, a facemask, and a small pot with medicine in it.

that’s definitely one of the most random items you’ve gotten.

‘this would’ve been useful two days ago,’ you mumble, fetching the things you actually need out of your locker.

‘there’s still a letter in there,’ akaashi says, his hand brushing past yours as he grabs the letter in the corner of your locker.

‘oh, thanks.’ he hands you the letter, and your breath hitches at the handwriting on the envelope.

it’s akaashi’s hand writing.

your name is written in cursive, perfectly centered and neat.

‘a letter?’ your gaze flicks between him and the letter, turning it around to see the stamp being your initials, along with tiny hearts.

‘open it when you’re alone, call me after.’ he smiles softly, tying the trash bag and slinging it over his shoulder, quickly going to the trash bin to throw it out.

the only letters you should read are his, not from some stupid guy who’s only trying to get in your pants.

akaashi would rather you never get any other letters than the ones he writes you, but that’s out of the question.

akaashi keiji | it's feminine intuition .ᐟ

after watching your high school's volleyball game, a certain setter had caught your attention. what else does a bored girl supposed to do in bed but stalk through his socials?

note: this was insipired by drop dead by olivia! <3 also this is my first haikyuu work, i hope y'all like it ( ´ ▽ ` )

the screams inside the giant gymnasium felt as though they might burst your eardrums off. the game had been going on for so long, both teams on the court were locked in this seemingly endless rally that had your eyes going back and forth to both sides.

but obviously, you were rooting for your high school’s team. fukurodani academy was known for having a strong team, though guiltily, this was your first time watching any of their games. 

it was competition season, as your friends called it—they had practically dragged you out here to watch a bunch of games—mostly that of your volleyball club’s. 

at first, it took you a few games to understand the rules and what they were actually doing on court, but when you got the hang of it, you found yourself cheering along with your friends, eyes locked onto that ball.

your heart pounded inside your chest as the ball returned to fukurodani’s side. the ball was received by the libero, flying high in the air. then, your gaze locked onto that player that had stolen your attention for a while now.

number 5, the setter, as your friends called him. 

he flawlessly tossed the ball to the tall guy running up to the net. and with a powerful spike that had you sitting on the edge of your seat, the team successfully earned their victory. 

the gymnasium erupted with cheers, your friend grabbed your arm and pulled you up to jump and cheer with her.

“they’re so good!” one of your friends commented, grinning as she lifted a makeshift banner—or more like a piece of paper with the fukurodani name scribbled on it.

“i swear, that number 4 looks like he could rip arms off with his spikes!” your friends discussed the game, watching as the players approached your side of the bleachers to bow.

your eyes stayed glued onto the composed expression number 5 had on his face. he didn’t look that ruffled from the game save for the quick rise and fall of his chest—indicating just how exhausting that game was. 

the team bowed in front of the bleachers, shouting ‘thank you’ to the audience. more girls around you cheered, waving their signs around and shouting ‘good job’ across the bleachers.

you couldn’t help but wonder what number five looked like up close.

your attention is torn away when your friends grab your arm, “we should head to the cafe before going home! i could really use a drink.”

the cafe was quiet when you arrived. it was already deep into the afternoon and everyone was probably headed home by now.

you sipped from your drink as your friends passed a phone around the table. you took a peek at the screen and found a social media profile opened.

it was that guy with white-gray hair that won the game with that terrifying spike. “this guy’s in my older friend’s class, he’s a third year.” one of the girls shared.

“i think his name was bokuto. apparently, he’s like one of the top aces in the country.”

“damn, really? no wonder his spikes were so clean.” you comment, eyes skimming over his profile.

then, you see it. a post that showed that familiar number 5 jersey.

bokuto smiled up at the camera with the setter you saw earlier standing just right behind him. he wasn’t even looking at the camera but the ball in his hands as though he was deep in thought. it looks like it was captured without him knowing. 

now that you could see his face more clearly, you felt your heart skip a beat. he was cute—handsome, you couldn’t quite put the words together.

but the way he looked at the ball in his hands, eyes glimmering with determination made you lean closer to the phone, scrolling through more pictures until you found another.

it was another post, another candid shot. this time, he was sitting by the window of a classroom, chin resting on his hand. his eyes were trained onto the textbook before him, wired earphones dangling loosely.

a few other people surrounded him, casually tossing volleyballs around. yet, he seemed quite used to the ruckus with how unbothered he looked.

was this some sort of deja vu?

school had finally ended for the day, but before heading home, you’d forgotten your notebook somewhere on your table. you tell your friends to go on ahead as you ran up to the second floor. 

you stopped in your tracks when you passed by an empty classroom—except it wasn’t completely empty.

near the window, a boy sat in his seat, fingers flipping through the pages of his textbook. your eyes grazed his dark—slightly messy hair, and that composed expression on his face, like this was just another one of his routines. 

you swear you’ve seen this before. 

“akaashi!” a loud voice echoed across the corridor. you quickly moved to the other side of the hallway and away from the door.

a guy you recognized to be bokuto sauntered into the classroom, a volleyball tucked in his arm. “let’s go!” he called out.

so, his name was akaashi, huh.

as soon as your head hit the pillow, you grabbed your phone and dialed your friend. for some reason, your heart was racing—feeling a bit nervous. but god, were you just so curious.

“hey! did you find your notebook?” your friend answered.

“yeah. but i… have a question.” you hesitated, feeling warmth rise to your cheeks.

your friend chuckled on the other line, “what’s up?”

“you know that setter from the volleyball club? number 5.” you mumbled, trying to keep your voice steady. but of course, your friend has none of this and laughs from the other line.

“akaashi keiji? i’m on it!” she announces, voice filled with excitement.

not even a minute later, his username was already in your chat. 

“he’s a second year like us, and oh my god look! he’s the vice captain of the volleyball club!” she giggled over the phone, almost sounding as though she were endorsing him to you.

“and you know, i heard he’s really smart—and isn’t he cute too?!” she spoke quickly and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes while fighting a smile.

“i didn’t ask for all of that.” you mumbled, fingers already typing in his username. 

“you wanted it anyway.” she teased.

when you opened his profile, you were greeted with basically nothing. although he had a good amount of followers, he only had two posts in his feed. one being a picture of his table with a few mangas scattered about.

the other post seemed to be his volleyball team, they were at a restaurant, big smiles and drinks raised up. akaashi sat quietly beside bokuto, smiling softly. he held up a peace sign and had an onigiri on the other hand.

a small flutter in your stomach tells you everything—you need to see his smiles up close, and maybe how his voice would sound too.

it was almost as though you had manifested him. ever since you noticed him at the game, you just kept on running into him.

at first, it was at the convenience store near your school. you were buying yourself a quick drink before class and ended up grabbing the same one as akaashi. when your hands touched, you both flinched and pulled away, murmuring apologies to each other before awkwardly grabbing something else.

but that ended up with both of you standing in front of the cashier, offering the other to go on ahead. the cashier switched his gaze between the two of you, smiling to himself. 

the next time was on the train. by the time you managed to get on, the train was practically full and you had no choice but to stand somewhere off to the side. just as the doors were about to close, a person squeezed in just at the last minute.

you recognized your school’s uniform on him and slowly looked up. akaashi was already staring back at you, eyes a little wide from recognition. 

the two of you exchanged a short, awkward greeting before you pulled out your phone and stared at the screen—your mind reeling from the sudden proximity between you.

at this point, your heart was already pounding in your chest. you snuck quick glances at him and noticed how he just looked out the window, eyes tracing the view outside, completely indifferent from the world around him.

and of course, just as fate would have it, when your stop came, he also got off the train. you quietly trailed behind him, noticing how the two of you were taking the same path home.

but of course, you wouldn’t let an opportunity like this pass up. you started visiting that convenience store near school more often. who knew akaashi would go there everyday like clockwork? that he seemed to buy that drink almost habitually every morning before school?

or maybe the fact that when he didn’t have practice you’d find him sitting across from you on the train ride home.

what mattered the most was how he looked at you. first, he was curious—of how often he’d see you around when he didn’t notice before.

curiosity turned into familiarity, and whenever akaashi keiji found himself looking for you. his morning convenience store runs had become a complete staple of his day, sometimes he’d see you already heading inside and find himself walking faster to catch up.

“when did you start drinking these sweet drinks, akaashi?” bokuto asked during lunch, his finger poking the drink carton on akaashi’s desk. 

akaashi shrugged, “i like it.” 

it reminded him of you.

it’s probably feminine intuition. your fate was sealed the moment you saw him at that volleyball game. you knew it then, akaashi keiji had your whole undivided attention, without even trying.

the court was filled with loud cheers from the audience. fukurodani academy had just taken another win, advancing them further into the competition. you got up from your seat, hands clapping as a smile tugged at your lips. 

“they’re on a roll! akaashi’s doing well today too! did you see those dump shots?” your friend laughed, waving her banner around. 

but just like a routine, you slipped away from the stands and found your place near the court and in the shadows of the door. 

you clutched his favorite drink in your hand, feeling the cold seep against your skin. 

after the players were free to leave the court, akaashi’s legs were already moving towards you.

“keiji!” you smiled, waving your hand. akaashi smiled, feeling the exhaustion ebb away from him the closer he got to you.

akaashi stood in front of you and walked right into your open arms. his own automatically coming up around you.

“good job today!” you commended, feeling his arms tighten around you as he rested his chin against your shoulder.

“thank you.” he mumbled quietly. akaashi had practically melted onto you.

maybe it was really intuition. because the moment you saw him that day, a part of you had already imagined what it would feel like to be this close to him.

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