#akakiyo

4) Favorite non-sexual activity?

Akaashi might like to hang out outside in the backyardwith her, reading a book or stretching out in the sun. He likes to do quietthings, maybe visit a bookstore together or take a walk at the park.

6) What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

Physically, that beauty mark just really does it forAkaashi. But her personality really balances out with him well and he reallylikes that, nothing gets complicated. For Kiyoko, maybe it’s his mouth, for.Whatever reason you want to imagine.

12) Who initiates kisses?

Always, always, always Kiyoko. At least the kissesthat will very likely lead to something else; Akaashi might be moreaffectionate but he’s not exactly forward.

13) Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

Akaashi does. Doesn’t really matter where. Standing inline for some lemonade, walking back home after a long day together, lying inbed with the TV on in the background; his fingers just find their way betweenhers and he never really notices anymore.

15) Who wakes up first?

While I get the feeling Akaashi isn’t exactly amorning person, I think it’s pretty hard wired into his brain to get up at acertain time and get moving. Like it’s seven in the morning and he’s just sittingup in bed like >:/ while Kiyoko is sound asleep.

16) Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

But still. “Leave me alone,” he muttered. In the years to come, he was certain that this would be what he regretted. He’d moved on and improved himself from how he hurt his friends and though he was still far from being together, with support and a lot of wounded pride he was at least able to contain the part of himself that was undesirable and risked every relationship he’d built up. But this… this was pure embarrassment. The type that he’d never recover from.

“It’s fine!” Kiyoshi repeated. Akashi covered his face. “Turn around…” he paused and Akashi considered it. “Baby?”

Too far. He booted Kiyoshi under the covers and as he scrabbled to not fall off the bed, stole his pillow to cover his head.

“What, you called me ‘daddy’, I thought you might like it!”

“Get out!”

“So you don’t like it?”

“Out.”

He finally left, and Akashi pulled the covers over his head, considering cutting out his tongue. Better than ever actually calling Kiyoshi ‘daddy’ again when he was so close to his climax after weeks of no contact.

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Three weeks later, he could look Kiyoshi in the eye again, and found himself blaming the Seirin second year group. After all, they treated him like a father, asking for advice, hiding behind him if they were nervous, and it only got worse when he bought them all ice creams.

“Do you want one?” Kiyoshi asked once he’d handed Furihata his.

“Y-yes. Thank you.” Akashi eyed him warily when he put an arm over his shoulder and observed the small group before him.

“Furihata, car!” he shouted, and Furihata jumped back from the road, half aided by Kuroko pulling his top. Furihata shot an embarrassed smile over his shoulder.

“Thanks, dad,” he quipped, and Akashi dropped his ice cream.

It wasn’t just the reminder of the unfortunate incident, as Kiyoshi probably thought when he laughed, before cutting it off and apologising.

“It’s not that,” Akashi said.

“What is it, then?”